Updates
-
Unlucky Scratch by Sot Touch
23 photos
“Hey Darnell!”PJ and Lennie grabbed Darnell’s legs and Darnell could only watch helplessly while his two friends wrapped more and more of that awful tape tightly around his ankles and his thighs until he couldn't move his legs at all. Why were they doing this to him?
It was PJ and Lennie, two of Darnell’s sometime friends. They both seemed to be in a good mood and Darnell wanted to keep them that way so he smiled and waved them on into the living room.
Darnell’s two friends were carrying six-packs of brew and soon bottles were being opened and passed around while PJ and Lennie teased Darnell about his good fortune. “We heard about that lucky scratch ticket you hit on so we came by to celebrate.”
“Yea, twenty-five thousand dollars!” Lennie put in. “What are you going to do with all of that cash?”
“I don't know,” Darnell told them as he drank deeply from his beer bottle. “I'm still trying to believe that it really happened to me.”
“You got to buy a new car,” PJ told Darnell as he handed him a fresh beer.
“No man, you got to put a down-payment on a nice house and move out of this dump you've been living in.”
Darnell laughed with his friends and took another long drink.
"No, what you got to do is to take a long trip, go someplace where there’s nothing but nice sunshine and cool water,” Lennie decided.
Darnell looked over at Lennie and suddenly he was seeing two Lennies. Then he began to hear a buzzing sound in his ears as he turned to look over at PJ, but PJ wouldn't sit still. He kept swimming back and forth in front of Darnell’s dazed eyes. And then Darnell touched his tongue to his lips and tasted something funny.
“Did you…did you put something in this beer?” he asked.
“Now Darnell,” PJ smiled at him. “Why would we do that?”
“Don’t know…but I feel so funny….” Darnell was having trouble talking.
“Yea, you look pretty funny, too,” PJ laughed at him.
Then the darkness fell over Darnell’s eyes like somebody had pulled a blanket up over his head.
Some time later Darnell struggled to open his eyes again. The first thing he saw was that he was now wearing some kind of strange white bracelets on his wrists and there was some more white stuff wrapped tightly around his chest. What was going on here?
Slowly the haziness left Darnell’s eyes and the other senses returned to his body. With a sickening shock he realized that the white things on his wrists weren't bracelets. That was adhesive tape and now his hands were taped together! And there was more of the white tape wrapped all around his arms and chest.
“What're you doing to me?” Darnell shrieked in fear, but no words came out of his mouth because now he realized that there was more of that adhesive stuff wrapped all around over his lips.
“Hi Darnell,” Lennie smiled. “They had a sale on adhesive tape down at the store. I hope you don't mind.”
“Yea,” PJ laughed. “We thought that maybe you wouldn't want to cooperate with us, but you're going to start cooperating now.”
“You see,” PJ finally explained. “Tomorrow you're supposed to go down and collect the cash for that winning ticket, but you ain't going. Lennie’s going to do that for you.”
So that was it! They were going to steal his prize money! Darnell began to struggle angrily and made all sorts of protests behind his taped-over lips, but they just laughed at him and pushed him back down onto the couch.
“Don’t be like that Darnell. Ain’t you forgetting you still owe me money?”
Yea, Darnell thought. He owed PJ about two-hundred bucks – not twenty-five grand!
“Yea, you just better chill for awhile while we raid your food box.”
“Maybe,” PJ looked at Darnell with hard eyes. “If you're good, we might feed you, too. And then maybe, if you're really good, we might let you use the bathroom some time before tomorrow.”
Darnell groaned as PJ and Lennie laughed at him and wandered into the kitchen.
Darnell waited until they were out of sight. Then he very carefully rolled his bound body down off of the couch and onto the hard floor. He had to get out of here!
And then Darnell struggled and strained and inched his way across the carpet on the floor.
One inch, two inches, three inches then Darnell stopped to rest. His body was hurting all over and his breath was coming hard through his nose. Then he set off again.
Another inch, and then another inch, and then he realized that he wasn't really moving anywhere. After all of that huffing and his body had moved less than three feet. At that rate it would take him all night to make it to the door. And then what…?
Darnell didn't know. For the moment he was completely beaten. But he wouldn't be tied up forever. Sooner or later PJ and Lennie had to let him go. And then it would be Darnell’s turn.
So Darnell lay there on the floor drenched in his own sweat and fighting for breath through his nose while he began to plan what he would do to PJ and Lennie when they finally let him go.
And then Darnell began to smile behind his mouth tape. He had a plan!THE ENDDarnell played by Sammy Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/02/2006 -
Capture and Release by Kirk
32 photos; 7:05 video
Eli knew that Roger was carrying a torch for him. They had dated on and off during senior year..fooled around a bit, made out a little, but nothing too serious. But then Eli had gone to school upstate, and he and Roger had lost touch. Eli was enjoying school, and he thought of Roger now and then, but his life was soon pre-occupied. He was home for spring break, and the first day back he had gotten a text from Roger.
"Meet me at my place tonight..would like to see ya and catch up. Rog."
Eli looked forward to seeing Roger. He XXXX on the basement door, but there was no answer. Turning the knob, he stuck his head in. "Rog...you in here?"
There was a sudden movement, and before he could even react, Roger had jumped Eli and wrapped his arm around his throat
"Gurrggh...what the hell..."
"Welcome home, buddy," Roger said into his ear. "I've missed you!"
Eli struggled, but Roger had always been stronger than him. Before he could loosen the arm around his shoulder, Roger had wrapped rope around his wrists and pulled it taut. In the next few minutes, his wifebeater was gone, and his arms had been stretched out with rope attaching them to the overhead pipe.
"Roger, what the hell...", Eli protested, as the ropes stretching him were tied off.
"You remember how I used to say I'd like to tie you up....don't play dumb," Roger sneered.
"Yeah, I thought you were just kidding...c'mon, let me down, these ropes are tight!"
"I don't think so. You went off to school and left me in this hick town. I've been waiting a long time to get back at you!"
"Get back at me?? What do you...MMMMPPPHHH!!"
Eli's questions were cut off by three strips of silver duct tape plastered on his mouth.
Roger groped Eli's body and pressed his lips hard against his gagged mouth.
"Ummmm......you look hot, buddy!" Roger cooed into Eli's ear as he unbuttoned his jeans.
Eli, though surprised, had to admit that is was hot being dominated like this. Feeling Roger's sexy chest pressed hard against his back, while his arms stroked and hugged him was turning him on big time.
His jeans dropped to the floor, and Roger's hands were soon gently massaging his shaft. Eli laid his head back against Roger's shoulder. He felt Roger's hand brushing his ass and realized that Roger was unbuttoning his own jeans.
"Mmmmmmppppffffff", Eli moaned as he felt his buddy's hot meat lay on his butt crack. Roger moved his hips gently, and the subtle movement of his hard shaft on Eli's cleft began to drive him crazy.
Eli realized this was going to be a reunion to remember.
Eli played by Eli
The End
Roger played by Simon
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production 02/01/2009 -
First Time Hog Tied
25 photos; 4:14 video
Model: Bill
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/02/2019
-
Embezzlement pt 4: Getting Rid of the Evidence
23 photos; 3:07 video
The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/14/2017 -
Twin Peaks by JMZ
44 photos; 5:58 video
It was a ritual I participated in since making the team. I did it more out of superstition than anything else but it seemed to make me play better. The day started as usual I ate my weight in eggs and bacon to protein up and made ran a few miles to warm my muscles up. Like I had done before every other game I skipped a shower and put on my uniform, I know it sounds gross but it was a tradition amongst my team mates. I loved the sport and it had been good to me. It gave me the scholarship to college I hoped for, and a chance at a real future. This game was going to determine weather or not we made it to the collegiate finals. I needed to be my best today, I left nothing to chance. It was a few hours till game time and I decided to get in my usual XXXX. As soon as I hit the bed I was out. I was always a sound XXXXer so it didn’t occur to me that I wasn’t alone. In my deep XXXX I had a nightmare, it was the one I always had, I lay on my bed not able to move or speak. There was someone else there with me, but I could never see his face. In my immobilized state he roughly pulled my wrists together and tied them tightly with rope. He would then make his way down to my ankles and begin wrapping the rope tightly before knotting it together. As I began to yell for help the figure would shove a bandana between my teeth and tie it behind my head, gagging me. I thrashed to break free, but with each movement the ropes seemed coil around my limbs tighter. My jaw ached from the gag and my throat began to burn with dryness. Like in every one of these dreams I struggled to catch a gXXXXse of my captor, but all I could make out was a dark menacing shadow of a person. I had spent many dollars with various doctors to figure out this dream; they all chalked it up to control issues. I was adopted very young and had always fought to fit the mold I was expected to be. I couldn’t control what I wanted to, and I had spent the better part of the last three years trying to find out who my birth parents were. It had been an exhausting endeavor. The dreams just seemed to get more intense and a bit erotic. I slowly opened my heavy eyes still feeling the phantom ropes that bound me, this day however something was different. I came to full consciousness to discover I was really bound and gagged. What was happening? I panicked and began to scream inaudible words through the tight gag that encased my cries. I thrashed about the bed confused and exhausted. I tried desperately to get loose. My nightmare was coming true. What was going on? Was this some sort of joke? I rubbed my sweaty socked ankles together to try and loosen the rope, it was no use.“Its no use Teddy, you’re not going anywhere”, a voice echoed in the shadows. I stared in fear as the shadow came closer. I yelled as loudly as my gag would allow as the light hit his face. Staring back at me was my own face. He had the same eyes, features and build; a dark goatee lined his mouth. I stared in shock at this person. “Teddy it’s been a long time, I’ve been watching you for a while, and I’ve got to say you’ve done pretty well for yourself.” “I haven’t been so lucky, but I have I feeling things are about to change”, he said. I tried to speak but the damn gag kept my words hostage. “All will reveal itself in good time brother, but for now I need to keep you out of the way”, he yelled. I pointlessly lunged at him only to be pushed hard against the bed. This seemed to anger him. He ripped taped from a roll, the sound startled me. He sealed my lips tight giving me no chance to speak. He gave me a wicked smile and walked out of the room. I struggled again to get loose, but it was no use. What did he want? I didn’t even know he existed? I needed to get free, before I found out what his intentions were. .....
The ropes dug into my wrists. I pulled and thrashed hoping to relieve myself from the binds. I needed to get loose before he came back. My muscles ached and throbbed from the harsh knots. The gag was unrelenting, keeping every word I tried to utter sealed in my mouth. I listened as he rustled through drawers and closets upstairs. In a panic I began to kick and thrash hoping pure will would break me free. After a long moment of struggle I began to become exhausted, I exhausted every ounce of energy I had left and lay there defeated and scared. It made perfect sense in a way, I was after all adopted. I didn’t even know I had a brother. Were all my dreams simply a premonition to what was happening? I had spent countless hours and money with various shrinks trying to figure out what they meant. As it turns out my dream seemed to come to life in the most literal sense imaginable. I heard the door open and his footsteps come closer. I trembled subtly trying to loosen the knots with my fingers. He walked over and began to mark something over the silver demon that encapsulated my words. What did all this mean? Was he trying to be funny? “Teddy, all my life I have been called a loser. I spent my life being shuffled around from home to home wondering when I would find the life that I dreamed of”, he said. “All of a sudden one day I got a call from an investigator claiming he found a long lost relative.” “I came here a few months ago to meet you and as soon I saw your life and all the breaks you had been given I decided not to approach you.” “Instead I watched you and followed you around hoping to figure out why you were so lucky I had been left to fend for myself.” “Then it dawned on me, you took the life I was supposed to have, and now its time for me to reclaim it”, he yelled. I was horrified. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me and I fought harder than ever to break free. He pounced on the bed like a wild cat to hold me still. He struggled to get control of me, it didn’t take long. He wound rope over my already tied limbs and knotted a hard hogtie. I felt like a trussed up turkey awaiting my fate. I struggled hard; I was not going to make this easy for him. He pulled down my shorts in an attempt to humiliate me further. The cold air hit my bare ass sending shivers down my spine. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed! It was no use. He walked out of the room and left me to my struggle. The smell of adhesive from the tape engulfed my nose. I was breathing hard exhausting energy I didn’t know I had. He was going to be me. What was going to happen to me, I wondered. I struggled further and began to accept my fate and exhaustion crept back in. Just I was about to give up the hogtie came loose, I guess his tragic life didn’t afford him a turn in the boy scouts like myself, my knots would have been so much better. I made it to my feet and hopped towards my desk quietly. I was able to reach a pair of scissors. Ihopped back to the bed and began to cut away at the ropes. After a long while I was able to get loose. I plotted my next move. I was not aware of what he was capable of so I decided to make a break for it out of the window. I ran as fast as I could to a neighbor. I called the police and waited anxiously until they arrived. They came back with the news that he had fled. They promised to send out the bulletin for the town to keep an eye out for him. Months passed with no news of his capture. I decided to move and hire a security team to keep an eye out. The dreams stopped, but the fact that he was still out there terrified me more than any dream I encountered. I waited for the day we would meet again, this time I would be ready for him. The End Teddy played by Marco Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/24/2009 -
Rancher Lassoed by Anonymous
26 photos
PrologueThe little community of Cactus Springs had seen some hard times, but nothing ever like this. Foreclosures on ranches that had been in the same families for generations were mounting. About the same time as these hard times hit, a new company, the Double-Headed Eagle Inc., had set up shop downtown. No one in town or in the surrounding county knew much about the mysterious business or who was behind it. But there was one man who had suspicions that the Double-Headed Eagle Inc. was headed by Nick Romanov, the Real Estate tsar from back east, who had the reputation of buying up dirt cheap farms and ranches on the verge of bankruptcy and then re-developing the land for resorts and golf courses. That man was Bucky Johnson. Bucky’s great-great granddaddy had come out west, settled near Cactus Springs, and raised cattle on a sizeable piece of land. Bucky took great pride in the hard work and sweat of his forebears to make a living from the land, and he was not about to lose the family ranch or see his beloved countryside lost to some hot-shot city slicker like Nick Romanov, who only wanted to make millions.
Bucky was well known to the other ranchers around Cactus Springs. He had been the star quarterback in high school and had gone on to become a sports legend at Windsor State University. He could have had a great pro career, but Bucky majored in agronomics and wanted nothing more than go back to work his family’s land. Growing up on the range and playing football in school had honed his body to withstand the rigors of ranching. He cut an imposing figure around Cactus Springs, winning the admiration of his neighbors, some of whom, including a few fellow ranchers, would have loved a roll in the hay with him. Armed with his degree in agronomics, his strength, and large XXXX of gumption, Bucky knew he could continue building up what his great-great granddaddy had beXXXX. When the foreclosures started and his suspicions grew about Nick Romanov being behind them, Bucky had rallied the remaining ranchers to meet this new challenge. “If we help each other out like our daddies did and their daddies before them,” Bucky told them, “then we can keep our land and stand up to people like Nick Romanov.” So, Bucky and the others worked hard on their own spreads of land and then worked just as hard helping their neighbors. And Bucky also obtained documents that proved Nick Romanov was behind the foreclosures. Bucky intended to present them to his neighbors at the next town meeting and thwart Romanov. Bucky had been a hero on the playing field, but he was becoming a new type of hero to the people of Cactus Springs.
Nick Romanov was not about to have some young fellow like Bucky Johnson stand in his way of making a fortune. Nick had encountered local opposition before, and he knew that if he bought off the leader of the opposition to him, the opposition fizzled. But this young buck couldn’t be bought off. “For Chrissakes,” Nick stormed, “this yahoo gave up a Pro Career to go back to the farm.” Thanks to the man in Nick Romanov’s pay at the local bank in Cactus Springs, Nick knew that Bucky Johnson had been snooping around and had gotten hold of documents that Nick wanted to be kept secret until he had bought up the land around Cactus Springs. This Johnson kid stood in his way. Nick decided that Bucky Johnson had to be discredited in the eyes of his fellow ranchers. And Nick devised a plan to discredit Bucky, but Bucky would have to disappear for the foreseeable future to make it work.Bucky is TakenNights on the ranch were quiet, except for the occasional sounds of the cattle lowing in the distance or at times a grey wolf howling. So Bucky was easily roused from XXXX by the creaking of the hardwood floors in the front parlor. Having time only to put his britches on and don his Stetson, he leapt downstairs and switched on the lights. Greeting him were two masked men. Bucky demanded, “Who are you and what do you want?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. For now, if you would put your hands together in front of you,” the taller of the two men replied.
Even with his remarkable strength, Bucky realized that he didn’t stand a chance against bullets, so he complied. One of the two men, the short one, approached him with a length of rope and began to wrap it around Bucky’s wrists. Once that was done, the other man walked out of the room towards the den that Bucky used as an office. “I don’t keep much cash in the house, if that’s what you’re after!” Bucky yelled after him.
“Never mind what he’s after, just raise your arms a bit.”
Bucky did as he was told, figuring that they’d be out of there quicker without anyone getting hurt if he cooperated. The short man rolled several more coils of rope around Bucky’s forearms and just above his elbows. After that he wound the rope around Bucky’s torso, effectively pinning his upper arms to his sides.
As he tied Bucky up, the short man spoke softly to Bucky. “You’re one good looking cowpoke.”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell do you want, mister?”
“If I have my way, you’ll soon be screaming like a stuffed pig! Turn around and let me see that ass of yours.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Bucky exclaimed in surprise, “ You can’t…mmpphh!”
“That’s enough out of you. Here chew on this.” Bucky’s words were cut off, as the man stuffed a white neckerchief between Bucky’s teeth and tied it off behind his head. “I want to admire you without any words of interruption.” With that the man spun Bucky round and let out a soft whistle.
“Yessiree…you do have quite a pert little butt on you. Would love to tap that keg!’
“Ah…Jeez! Can’t I leave you alone for a minute? The Boss said not to damage him,” said the taller of the two as he walked back into the front parlor.
Bucky looked upward and said a silent prayer of thanks, but he noticed that the man carried several papers from Bucky’s office with him. He recognized them as the papers he obtained tying Nick Romanov to the foreclosures. He began to suspect that this was no mere robbery!
The taller man ordered his accomplice, “Finish tying him up!” The short guy did so, lashing Bucky’s ankles together. He ended by pushing Bucky down to the floor.
“Whmmatpphh dmmothh yoph wanmmpphh?” Bucky tried to say through the gag.
“I’m afraid we can’t understand you, Johnson, but I’m sure you’re wondering what my colleague and I want from you. We’ve been hired to keep you company for a while. Our employer wants to make sure that you’re kept under wraps until he can secure a few deals from your neighbors.” “Mmmpphhyoth mmppwonpphh gethpphhh awmmppayth mmpphhwithh thissmmpphh,” Bucky attempted to say.
“I imagine you just said that we won’t get away with this. Well, I’m sorry, but we plan to. Our employer knows that you got a hold of some documents he doesn’t want released just yet. I’ve just replaced them with other documents that show you stand to gain a fortune from the foreclosures of your neighbors’ ranches. We are going to take you with us tonight. When you don’t show up for the town meeting tomorrow night, your neighbors will come looking for you. They’ll find those new documents on your desk. Your good neighbors will see you as a fraud. And our employer will be viewed in a more credible light. Even after we release you, no one is going to believe anything you say!”
“Yothmmpphh dirmmpphhtyth basthtardssth!!” was all Bucky could scream in frustration.
“Oh! Well, we may be dirty bastards, but you’ll be a dirtier one to your neighbors,” The tall man replied. Turning to his accomplice and tossing more rope at him he added, “Tie his arms to his ankles, while I finish planting the rest of the documents. And try not to waste any more time feeling him up. They’ll be plenty of time to play with our guest, once we have him stashed…away from this place.”
The short man did as he was told, but couldn’t resist copping another feel of Bucky’s muscular glutes. “Cowboy, we’re going to have some fun later on!”
Bucky fought against the ropes and tried to scoot away from the prying hands, but it was futile. The goon knew how to lasso and rope. The short man, once he was done, left Bucky alone in the parlor. Bucky knew that he had to get lose before the men came back. He grunted into his gag, as he desperately tried to free himself. Bucky had to act fast. He started to squirm and drag himself towards the side table where he kept a bowie knife. If only he could get it, cut himself loose, hightail it out of there, and undermine those plans! “Damn,” he thought, “Here I am hogtied like a prize steer! That sonofabitch Romanov can’t get away with this!” Bucky drew himself closer to the table…
Will Bucky reach the table before the henchmen return?
Will Bucky be able to free himself?
Can he save Cactus Springs from the evil plans of Nick Romanov?
Or will he become the plaything of the short man? The End?Model: Arturo Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/09/2008
-
Under My Control by Jase1010
25 photos; 4:52 video
When you want to really scare someone, you go through their family. Which is why I had my "employees" XXXX my business rival's son. Mostly it was just business. We weren't going to hurt him, we just needed his father to know we COULD hurt him. I needed to terrorize Desmond Artington so he would allow the merger of our companies to go through. So Sandy Artington was snatched from his dorm in the middle of the night. They would find his roomie bound up with the ties from the room's venetian blinds, gagged with a sock off of Sandy's foot, and struggling and mmpphing curses in the closet. Sandy was taken in exactly what he had worn to bed - gym shorts, boxer briefs, and his remaining sock. Handcuffs did the job of initially restraining him. Thick duct tape sealed his eyes and his mouth. When they brought him into the basement, kicking and struggling and moaning behind his sealed lips, I was a little surprised by my...reaction. There was a certain...stiffening, shall we say? I sent my XXXXs out of the room. And simply stood there, watching his compact little body bounce in bondage on the bed. His milky skin and angry/frightened protests through the duct tape were really arousing me. I approached him to try and calm him down. "Settle down. No one is going to hurt..." With an angry "MMMPPHH!!!" he lashed out with his foot (why oh why hadn't they secured his legs?) and would have connected with my knee if I hadn't leapt backwards. I quickly XXXX his head down into the cot's pillow and got very close to his ear. "You're gonna pay for that," I hissed. Threatening to kill his parents made him a little more docile. It allowed me to uncuff his hands, and re-cuff them to the bedframe in front of him. It made him even more vulnerable. As he squirmed there, handcuffs clanking on the metal and the duct tape on his eyes and mouth depersonalizing him, I gave in to my desires. Watching his tight bubble butt bounce in bondage in those clingy gym shorts nixed any moral compunctions I may have had. He positively squealed behind his gag when I slowly pulled those shorts down. He began to struggle wildly until I planted a firm smack on his boxer-briefed buns. "Remember what I said I'd do to your family, hotshot."He stopped, and merely moaned as I slid the boxer briefs down, revealing his taut bumcheeks. I began to palm them, knead them, get them ready for the impending invasion. So to speak. His handcuffs clanked as he tried to get comfortable. More pitiful moans from his taped mouth. I took a second to freeze that image in my mind. Belly down, ass up, a helpless young man unable to speak or see. Hands restrained by the cold metal. Preparing himself for the worst, and unable to keep from a slight squirming. Sandy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:01/10/2013 -
Hacking the Hard Way
25 photos; 4:12 video
BoundGuy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Ronh Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff Date of production: 06/24/2019 -
Always Look in the Back Seat
25 photos; 6:13 video
Bound Guy played by Rick
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/26/2019
-
Playing the Game
30 photos; 6:01 video
BoundGuy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Date of production: 04/26/2019
-
Buy Back by Fidelis
32 photos; 4:21 video
I rubbed my knuckles as I looked down at the kid lying in a heap at my feet. He had gone down like a house of cards – all it had needed was one little tap on his chin. OK, it was a more than a little tap, and I had been holding him by his necktie when I socked him, which did give a little emphasis to the blow, but still…I sighed. Mardoff was getting sloppy, or desperate. This kid was nothing like the last goon that Mardoff had sent after me. I licked my lips as I thought about him. Big, beefy, blond and Armani-clad. I’d kept that guy, Buck, down in the cellar for three days. It had been great fun breaking him in, breaking him down. He’d been a real professional, which made it all the more fun. By the time I finally let him go, he had been docile as a lamb. This kid though – he had seemed to be an amateur. That was why I was wondering if Mardoff was getting desperate. Maybe Buck had spread the word. Sigh, it was time to get to work.
I rolled the kid onto and his stomach, and tied his hands behind him. Tight. What was the use of rope if it wasn’t tied tight? Now that his hands were immobilized, it was time for some more fun stuff. I fetched a few bandanas. I tied one around the kids’ eyes – he already knew what I looked like, but I found that not being able to see tended to accentuate the fear – plus it gave me a thrill. I nudged the kid in the ribs a couple of times. He started to moan. Good, I wanted him conscious.
“Wakie, wakie. Time to rise and shine, pumpkin.”
“Wha-what happened to…GGGGGHHH!”
Ah, how I loved that choking sound. The kid of course had presented me with a prime opportunity to stuff his mouth. I had a special bandana for that job – one that I had used to wipe off the sweat from my last workout. He coughed and XXXXd and gagged. Yum, what a great sound. Just to make sure that he didn’t spit out the balled up bandana, I slipped another one between his teeth and tied it off, tight. I grabbed the kid by his hair, and jerked him to his feet. I picked up his own XXXX and jabbed it into his ribs.
“Get moving, pumpkin. XXXXtime is over. I’m sorry you’re not going to get any milk and cookies, but if you’re a good boy I might give you something else. “
“ GMMNNNOOOOO! MMMNOOOOOO! BMMNOTHAT!”
I snickered. Good old Buck must have broken down and spread the word about what I had done to him. No wonder Mardoff was relying on amateurs to do his dirty work. This kid was probably desperate to break into the business. Too bad for him. As I shoved him down the stairs leading into my cellar I patted him down. Ah, a wallet. It was always good to know who I was dealing with. I removed his wallet before I shoved the kid down onto the old bed I kept down here. He gurgled helplessly into his gag as I examined the contents of his wallet. What a fucking bonus! Either Mardoff had sent his own nephew to take me out, or else the kid wanted to impress his uncle and had taken the initiative. It didn’t matter. I was going to have some fun with the kid, plus I would collect a hefty ransom. Mardoff was the scum of the earth, but he was known for the affection he held for his family.
“MMMGGGAAHHHH!”
I had to admit the kid had some spunk. Trying to ram in the gut with his head, whilst blindfolded and having his hands tied behind his back took some courage. A fist in the gut took care of him. He fell back on the bed. I tied his legs together so that he wouldn’t be able to repeat that particular stunt, and then I got my concealed camera running. Uncle Bernie was going to get some interesting clips sent to him, along with the ransom demand. Once that was done I pulled up the kids’ blindfold. His eyes bulged and he screamed into his gag. OK, I HAD made myself comfortable – this was hard work after all and I felt much more comfortable without all of those bulky clothes. Plus, it seemed a good idea to give the kid a preview of what was to come.
“MMNNOOOOO! PLEEEZZZNOTHAT!”
The kid heaved himself back onto the bed, trying to get away from me. I laughed at his futile efforts at escape.
“Come on, kid. It isn’t going to be that bad. You never know, you might get to enjoy it. Eventually. I like to spread the joy around. And if you don’t enjoy, think how overjoyed Uncle Bernie will be to get back his beloved nephew Jake. Yeah, I know who you are kid. That is why this is going to be so sweet. Your dear old uncle has been giving a lot of trouble, trying to get me whacked. However, right now, I want get a look at the merchandise.”
The kid shrieked as I ripped open his shirt, exposing his smooth chest. Hmm, not too bad, not bad at all. He howled and struggled when I nibbled on one of his nipples. Jeez, what a wuss. I could just imagine what kind of noise he was going to make when things got really interesting. I grabbed his tie, pulled him close and started whispering in his ear, telling him exactly what was going to happen to him. For some reason that seemed to upset him, and he went ballistic. I sighed deeply. Buck had been much more interesting – he held out for a long time before he got really upset. Oh well, I would have to make do with what was at hand. Fear was a turn, after all. If he was going to get hysterical, I might as well give him a little more reason – before the main course, as it were. I rolled him over and laid down on him, pressing down, letting him know what he would eventually have to deal with.
Crap, the kid was going to damage himself if continued like this. All of this thrashing about couldn’t be good for him. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to brain himself. I couldn’t have that – I wanted to get a wad of cash from his uncle, plus I wasn’t into necrophilia. I needed more rope.
I sat back and watched the streaming video. If I were really smart, I would put this online and start charging for it. The kid was thrashing around, screaming and struggling. The poor sap was just tiring himself out On the other hand, he was getting me more and more excited. This should get Uncle Bernie to pay up BIG time.
The Kid played by Matt
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/24/2008 -
The Grovery Bagger by John
26 photos
Now I normally do my grocery shopping at the store down the street from my house, but today I was across town and needed just a few things and knew that if I didn’t get them now I would forget on my way home. So as I was driving I saw a Shop-N-Save and pulled in. I needed to get some shaving cream, razors, and batteries. I needed to do some “manscaping” tonight as I had a date tomorrow and don’t ask what the batteries were for. I grabbed the items and then headed to the checkout line. That’s where I saw him.
This cute and adorable guy, about 5’7”, brown curly hair, and eyes to die for. His nametag said “Hi my name is Craig”. Damn nice to look at you Craig, I thought to myself.
“Paper or plastic?” Craig asked me. I looked at him and said, “Plastic thanks.” I grabbed my items from his hand and started to walk out the door. I stopped and turned around, looked at Craig one more time, then I started to walk back over to him, I pulled out my business cards and gave him one. “I’m a model search guy and do photography. Give me a call if you want to do some work. I think you could totally make it in the field.” It took a lot of courage to say that to him, because it wasn’t “totally” the truth, but wasn’t a lie either.
I waited a few days, and then finally Craig called me. “Hello? This is Craig, the guy that you met from Shop-N-Save. I have been thinking about getting into the modeling industry, do you really think I have the looks?”
“Hey Craig, yea, from what I saw at the grocery store you looked very good. Now I realize that you were in your uniform, but I’m sure you look good out of it too.” I told him.
I arranged for Craig to come over to my house the following evening when he got off work. I told him to bring some “preppy” clothes and we would do some sample photo shoots, a very informal thing.
Craig arrived at my place on-time and ready to go, unlike a lot of my other models. I sat him down and explained the business side of things, had him sign all the releases and what not, then I told him: “Well I just got a request from one of my magazine editors that he needs a set of pictures for a magazine right away, and the problem is I don’t have the kind he wants yet.” “What’s the magazine” Craig asked. “Boys in Bondage” I told him. Craig’s eyes opened up a little wider. By the look on his face I could tell that he didn’t know quite what to think. “Would you be willing to let me for-go the typical “practice shoot” and just take pics of you tied up in some bondage?” Craig thought about this for a little bit and decided that it would be ok. Besides, he was getting paid and he was starting out in the modeling world…or so he thought. Below are the results of mine and Craig’s “photo shoot”Craig played by Tye Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/31/2006
-
Clean Sweep
23 photos; 3:28 video
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2019 -
Wearing Him Down
20 photos; 5:21 video
Model: David
Phootgraphy by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/31/2019 -
Embezzlement pt 3: Exposed!
20 photos; 5:41 video
The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/14/2017
-
Sports Fans
30 photos; 5:35 video
Sports Fan One played by Jon Storm
Sports Fan Two played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Rope Work by Lex
Date of Production: 11/15/2018 -
The Pledge by Kurt
22 photos; 4:41 video
"OK, pledge...STRIP!!"
Simon swallowed hard as the pledgemaster glared at him. He wanted to be accepted into the fraternity, and he knew that there would be some weird hazing rituals involved, but he had no idea what they would be. He was in the middle of a circle of frat brothers, and the idea of stripping in front of the leering seniors made him blush from head to toe. The basement of the frat house was cold and damp, but Simon slowly did as he was told until he was shivering in his CK boxer briefs.
"All the way, asshole," the pledgemaster barked. "And put this on!"
He held out a skimpy jockstrap with a bright red pouch. Simon slipped the sexy garment on, adjusting his package to fit into the tiny pouch, accompanied by the snickers of the frat boys. As he bent down to pull the straps up his legs, his exposed ass received a stinging slap from an anonymous hand behind him. "HEY!" Simon protested weakly, and immediately he was gagged with a red bandanna that matched the now-bulging red pouch he wore.
"Mrrffffff!" Simon grunted, as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth.
He was pushed and prodded, and his arms were twisted behind his back. His wrists were quickly tied with white rope, and he was thrown down onto a rickety old wooden chair.
More rope was quickly tied around his upper arms and chest, and his legs were stretched back and tied to the rear chair legs.
"Here's the deal," the pledgemaster said, smirking. "You get one half-hour to get out of the ropes. You have to struggle the whole time or it doesn't count. If you DO get loose, you don't make the cut. If you struggle with your full strength the whole half-hour and still DON'T get loose, you pass!"
Simon winced as the pledgemaster used a marker to write "PLEDGE 1" on his chest. As the frat brothers left the basement, each one gave Simon's exposed package a stroke through the thong-pouch. By the time the last member left, poor Simon was as hard as a brick. He started struggling as he'd been instructed, and the ropes held. He thought maybe he could work the gag out of his mouth using his tongue, but then he thought that would be held against him, so he left it in place. He was even afraid to make too much noise while he struggled in the ropes, so he kept his gagged moans to a minimum.
It seemed like hours before the frats returned.
"Good job, buddy! You're still tied up tight, just the way we like our pledges! You pass!"
Simon smiled beneath his gag. "An ah et uty ow?" he grunted, the rough translation being "Can I get untied now?"
"You pass Phase One!" the pledgemaster said, grinning evilly. "There are TEN phases to the first round of initiation....and you will be kept bound and gagged through them all. Now, are you ready for Phase Two?"
Simon moaned in defeat and nodded meekly.The Pledge played by Simon
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 06/05/2008 -
Guess Who!? by XXXXfreak
32 photos; 3:49 video
One day Ramone was waiting for his friend to come over. He was very excited he and this particular friend always seem to have a ton of fun. He waited in a nice white t-shirt and short shorts. Suddenly the door to his apartment opens. Ramone says "I think it'll be a little more exciting now that you can let yourself in and sort of surprise me!" The person who entered the room demands in a a raspy unidentifiable voice "Turn your face towards the head of the bed and don't look!" Ramone does as he is told and says "I love what you are doing to your voice it adds a lot to the scenario." The mysterious voice says "Get closer to the bed, almost hug it." Ramone does as he is told and trying to smile at his friend he looks towards the man. As soon as Ramone turns his head the man shouts "Don't look at me! Put your face on the bed! Now put your hands behind your back!" Ramone does as he is told. The man gets on top of Ramone and ties his hands. Ramone then says "mmm. that feels good!" "Now your legs!" shouts the man. Ramone moves his legs from their spread position to close together. The man then takes more rope and ties his feet together. Ramone shouts at the man "Tighter!". The man listens and tightens it! "Oh yea! Now I can really struggle!" Ramone says happily. Ramone lies on the bed and rolls around struggling. "Now what do we do?" Ramone asks. The man gets on the bed, and Ramone gets a glance at him. Ramone shouts, "You aren't--" His shout is cut off when the man takes a red bandanna and ties it around his head gagging him. Now that Ramone realizes something is wrong he continues to roll on the bed this time with the intention of actually becoming free. He tries to shout through the gag but all the comes out is "mmpph Mmpph" "Stop struggling you aren't going to free yourself" shouts the man. At this point Ramone sits up on the bed and stops trying to scream. "Good boy! Now I can have my fun!" The man goes towards Ramone and pulls his white shirt over his head exposing his hairy upper chest. As the men pushes Ramone back to the bed and lounges on top of Ramone, he starts to shout again. The End? Bonus Story 1 The Guy From the Gym By Bobthename Phil had just gotten home from the gym, he pulled up in front of his house and noticed his bedroom window was open, it wasn't open before he left so he became a little worried. He immideatly got out of his car and entered his house. He was on his way to his room when a man holding a XXXX told him to follow him. Phil listened to the stranger and walked with him to phils room. When they got there the man told phil to lay face down on the bed. Phil slowly did as he was told. After he was on the bed the man directed Phil to put his arms behind his back and keep quiet. Phil nervously asked what was going on but the man ignored him and instead started to loop rope around phils wrists. Once his hands were bound he went to phils ankles and tied them tightly together. Phil was now bound hand and foot, lying helplessly on his bed. The creepy man then sat next to phil on the bed and pulled a red bandana out of his pocket. "Guess what this is for my friend?" said the stranger as he tied the bandana firmly around phils mouth. Phil tried to talk but the gag was so tight all he could say was "mmmmmpph!" Finally the man started to talk. "Phil, I've been going to the same gym as you for the last 8 months and have wanted your body since day 1 and today I decided I'll have it" Phil squirmed and made gagged grunts trying to get loose. The XXXX then turned phil over so he was now on his back. Phil looked him in the eye and tried to talk. "Relax" said the stalker as he gently corressed phils muscular thighs, "your gonna feel things you've never felt before my friend" Phils eyes grew wider as the man started to massage his crotch. Phil helplessly tried to get loose but had no luck, the knots were way to tight. The next thing Phil knew his own groin was being fondeled and his shirt pulled over his head. He screamed into his gag but was totally ignored by the cloth that was shoved in his mouth. The horny predator then yanked Phils shorts to his knees and placed his mouth around phils manhood. Phil squirmed like never before but only succeeded in tiring himself out. The man had no mercy on phils cock, and after he was finished he turned phil back over to his stomach. "Guess what time it is now my little sex toy?" said the pervert, "mmmm, finally that lucious butt is mine", Phil mmmmphh'ed into his gag as his virgin ass was totally abused.... Fin Bonus Story 2 "Who Are You?" by Jockboy Ramone loved to jog after a hard day's work. On this particular day he was even happier due to the fact that his girlfriend was gone for a business trip for a whole week! As Ramone returned from his hour long jog he failed to notice the door to his apartment was unlocked. Ramone took no note of it as he walked inside and locked the door behind him. He went into his bedroom and flopped down on his bed, exhausted from his run. In a couple minutes he was already snoring. He failed to notice the man in black entering his room. The man set a small black bag down and opened it, pulling from it a long coil of white rope. The man began to quickly bind Ramone's wrists together behind Ramone's back. As soon as that was done he began working on Ramone's ankles. Soon enough they were quickly and efficiently bound as well. Suddenly, Ramone began to stirr. "What the hell?" Ramone wondered aloud as he was unable to move his hands or feet. Seeing the man Ramone got defensive. "Who the hell are you?" Ramone demanded to know. Not to his liking, Ramone was quickly silenced as the man stuffed a red bandanna between Ramone's teeth and knotted the ends tightly behind his head. Ramone grunted and yelled from behind the gag at the intruder in hopes of getting him to leave him alone. Ramone got more defensive as the man began pulling up Ramone's shirt and massaging his chest. Ramone could only lie helpless as the man began to feel every inch of his bound and gagged body. End
Model: Aaron Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/16/2007
-
The Debt by Caitiff
35 photos
Mark was in trouble. He had always had an unlucky streak but he had been so sure that this time would be different. Unfortunately for Mark, it wasn't. Donny the Breaker, the local bookie told Mark that he owed at least twenty grand and he meant to collect. problem was, Donny knew full well that Mark didn't have that kind of money. But at the same time, Donny couldn't let Mark slide. He had to be made an example of. Donny wanted his money but a leg breaking wouldn't get it. Then a contact of his made an offer. "All right kid, this is what you are going to do. Do everything you are told and you can consider the debt paid in full. Don't, and we take it out of your hide. Got it?" Mark didn't have much choice and agreed. So he soon found himself in a hotel room standing bare ass naked, surrounded by Donny's goons. Mark didn't know exactly what was going to happen but what little he could gather was that he was being "hooked out" to some guy and the guy was kinky. Mark wasn't sure he liked the idea of some perv fondle his privates, but he hated the idea of having his privates cut off even more. Mark figured he could put up with one dirty old man for one night. What Mark didn't know was the hoods that stood guard over Mark had different orders. This wasn't just simple prostitution. They were supposed to get this guy ready under very specific instructions. Mark was ordered to turn around and put his hands behind his back. He did so and soon found his hands bound securely with tape. Mark wasn't sure he wanted to be bound but again, what choice did he have? But the hoods didn't stop at his hands. They then went to his feet and started wrapping them first in Saran wrap, then in tape. Soon Mark's legs were wrapped up tightly in tape like a mummy up to his groin. "Keep the ass and dick exposed. 'One goon said to the other, " We got orders." Mark's crotch and ass were left bare but his upper body was not and soon it too was mummified tightly in tape. Mark was getting hot and uncomfortable and increasingly unwilling to continue. How the hell was he supposed to have sex with anyone while wrapped up in tape? "Ok, Uhh guys, sorry. I've changed my mind. I want out. I'll find the money some other..mmmpph!" A thick piece of tape wrapped around his head cut off Mark's words. "You don't get it, do you punk? You ain't got any choice anymore. You just sold yourself for good!" Mark didn't like what the goon was saying. But bound up and gagged, he could do nothing as he was placed on the bed except roll a little from side to side and make pathetic grunting noises. Just then Donny the Breaker and another man who Mark didn't know came in. The strange man looked over Mark, the way someone might look over a piece of meat. Then, the man began feeling mark up, especially rubbing his dick and balls. Despite himself, Mark began to get hard. It's was embarrassing as hell to get aroused while bound, gagged and surrounded by a lot of other guys. But Mark's dick had a mind of it's own. "He's definitely responsive." The man said," and he seems to have a tight body, just like you said. Not too muscular but firm. Let's check his ass out." Mark was flipped over and his butt cheeks pinched and squeezed by the strange man. Mark was both mortified and confused. Was this guy going to have sex with him right now in front of everybody?! "Ahh, excellent. A great ass, just like you said. And where's he going, that's important!" Where I'm going?, Mark thought. hat was going on. "Yes, the man continued," He young enough to still be trainable and the horny but submissive ones are always easy to train anyway. I'll give you thirty thousand for him." "That would be fine." Donny said then turned to his goods," Cover his eyes for the trip. He don't need to see where's going." Mark's eyes were covered with more tape. "I can send you the money and then transport this young man to the ranch where he can meet the others. Pleasure doing business with you." the Man said before mark heard him walk away. "Mmmpphha mmmm!" Mark grunted desperately through the tape gag as he struggled to loosen the tape that bound him. The tape held, however. "Relax kid. It's done. "Mark heard Donny say." What, did you think somebody would pay twenty thousand for a one night stand with you? Sorry, but you're going to be a rich guy's bondage buddy for a good long while. Enjoy it. You ain't got a choice." Oh Shit, Mark thought as he rolled from side to side in a vain effort to free himself. But he soon realized that Donny the Breaker was right. There was nothing he could do to stop being sold into slavery. At least he would be debt free. The End? Mark played by Drew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/04/2002
-
Cuddles
40 photos; 4:10 video
Cuddle Buddy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/21/2019 -
Taking a Break by Caitiff
21 photos; 4:50 video
It had been five long hours of back breaking work, knocking down walls and breathing in dust. He had yet to get a break. The prisoners assigned to work detail knocking down one of the old buildings at the prison wouldn’t get a break until the guards told them they could. The dust was awful, probably full of asbestos. But the warden refused ot give them respirators. Of course Greg wasn't’ really a prisoner. Just assigned to the prison, he had been put undercover by the warden before any of the inmates could know he was really a guard. The warden was certain a group of inmates was planning something but he couldn’t tell what. So Greg had been dropped into the same work detail to see what they were planning. But after three days of back breaking work, Greg hadn’t learned a thing. He had slowly gained their confidence though and figured it wouldn’t be long. Sure enough when the guard signalled everybody could take their break, one fo the inmates came up to Greg. “Hey. Wanna meet downstairs. Gotta something to show you.” Greg nodded at the guard, “What about him” “Ahhh, he wont’ care as long as we don’t leave the building. Come on.” Greg followed. This could be his chance to finally find out something he could tell the warren and so get out of this place.Greg played by ChadGreg entered a downstairs room, cut off from everyone else. Hardly any work had been done here yet. Suddenly Greg was surrounded by the other inmates! Before he could react, grabbed was grabbed A thick hand held his mouth while Greg was bound with rough thick twine. “Mmmmm!”, Greg grunted while tape was slapped over his mouth. Bound and gagged, Greg could only stare angrily at his captors. “I told you he was a guard! I saw him at White Rock.” One fo the inmates said. Damn, White Rock prison had been where Greg had started as a guard. Somehow the warden had overlooked that a prisoner had been transferred here as well. “Well it doesn't’ matter now. We’re ready. By the time they find him we’ll be long gone.” Greg soon saw what they meant when they pulled away a piece of dry wall that had been made ot look like an intact wall. behind it , where there should have been just dirt or foundation was a tunnel. “Bet you didn’t know there was an old unfinished sub way that ran under this building. We can take it to anywhere in the city..” “Shut up”, there leader said. “He doesn't’ need to know. Now finish tying his feet and leave his punk ass here. We have a train to catch.” Soon Chad was left alone, bound and gagged and rolling on the floor. Just to make matters worse, the guard was incompetent and didn't’ check up on his prisoners until a good two hours later.
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:12/07/2012
-
Jakob
29 photos; 5:23 video
Model: Jacob
Photography by Kevin at Bound Jeopardy Date of Production: 04/29/2012 -
The Purloined Letter pt 2 By Fidelis
38 photos
"MMMMPHHHNNOOOOOGGMJEFF!" I was getting tired of listening to the librarian squeal like a stuck pig. If I had the time, I would give him something to squeal about – having a fondness for beefy blondes, I wouldn’t mind having some fun with him. At the moment, though, I had more important things on my mind. I wanted those documents, and I wanted them badly. I loved amateurs – this idiot thought he was so clever, but he hadn’t covered his trail. Once I knew what he was offering for sale, it didn’t take me any time to find out who he was, where he worked and what he was doing. It had only taken a couple of drinks to get his dimwitted partner to blab. Now that I thought about it, it did sound as if he was trying to say Jeff. Hmmm, perhaps we were going to have company. I took a break from turning over the librarian’s pathetic hovel. I wanted to catch the dimwit security guard from the library as he walked in. "Hands up, asshole. Yeah, you! Who else do you think I would be talking to? Get over there by the blonde. And don’t say a word!" Once he had managed to get his jaw up from the floor, the dimwit moved over to stand by the librarian. Sheesh, I wouldn’t want him guarding anything that I valued. It was shocking the way that these university libraries cut corners. They were just asking to be robbed if they couldn’t hire good professional help to protect their treasures.. "That’s right, get down by your hunky blonde friend. Hands behind your back, and don’t make a noise, or I’ll blow your feeble brains out!" The security guard was as meek as a little lamb. Without a word, without putting up the slightest struggle, he placed his hands behind his back, and allowed me to truss him up. What a wuss! I took my handy role of tape, and XXXX a strip between his teeth before wrapping some more around his head. That would keep the idiot quiet. Now it was time to resume my search. I headed off to the bedroom – I was starting to run out of options here. But I needed the Poe. The things that I had found so far were very nice – I wasn’t going to toss them, they would round out my collection. But the Poe letter - those were the jewels in the crown. "GGMMMMPHHMMPPP!" What the hell were those two up too? I took a peek – one of them had some brains. They were trying to untie each other. That wouldn’t do at all. I would have to put an end to that. "What do you two think you’re up to? You wouldn’t be trying to escape, would you? That would be a VERY bad idea. Very bad, indeed. I can see that I’m going to have to do something about you guys." I almost burst into laughter when I saw the terrified expressions on their faces. The poor saps probably thought that I was going to hurt them. I dragged them upright, and started winding rope around their torsos. I let my hands linger over the blonde beefcake as I bound him to the security guard. It didn’t look as if I was going to have a chance to play with him, not since his friend had turned up. However, I couldn’t resist the opportunity that he offered me. I gave him a few pokes and squeezes. Surprise, surprise! The big boy started to sprout a woody. His cheap suit couldn’t hide the big pole that sprouted in his trousers. Such a waste! However, it was time to get back to business. I could always return at a later date, and have some fun with him. Now where the hell had he put the documents? I had torn this place apart, I had even emptied out the refrigerator, shuddering at the thought that the priceless papers had been stored there. I heaved a sigh of relief – no librarian would do such a terrible thing as to expose fragile documents to such horrid conditions. It looked as if I was going to have to resort to drastic measures. I wasn’t going to leave this place without the Poe letters. "OK, pretty boy, I know you’ve got them. Where are the papers? You know what I’m looking for!" I had a handful of blonde hair in my hand and pulled on it, hard, but the librarian just shot me a poisonous look and shook his head. He mumbled something obscene through his gag. Hmm, this was interesting. It looked as if he had more guts than I had initially credited him with. Now, the security guard was another matter altogether. He was quivering like a bowl of jelly. I moved around and crouched down in front of him. "GGGMDONTMMETELLHIMMGGJEFF! MMMDONTTELLHIM!" I noticed the blond stud’s eyes glancing across the room. I couldn’t see anything there but a litter box for the fluffy white cat that had done a disappearing act when I broke into the house. Now, why hadn’t I thought of that before? I upended the box, scattering kitty litter and turds across the floor. A thick packet, wrapped in plastic, fell out. Bingo! With trembling hands I carefully removed the plastic. My heart nearly stopped as I saw what I held in my hands. Tears of joy came to my eyes. I had my treasure. From behind me I heard frantic, muffled screams. I turned around. The librarian was dragging his dim friend along the floor as he inched his way towards me. I laughed as I walked over to the bound duo. Kneeling down on the floor, I patted him on the cheek. "Don’t worry, big boy. You haven’t seen the last of me. Who knows, you might get something out of this, after all." THE END The Businessman played by Jimbo The Guard played by Rod Photography by Caitiff
-
Guy in my Kitchen
39 photos; 5:31 video
Pizza Boy played by Ryan Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 07/24/2008
-
Featured Update
Packaged
16 photos; 4:38 video
Model: Ajax
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/09/2026
Tags: tape gag, nude, nudity, taped up, hands behind back, mummification, grope, bad guy, twink, socks
-
Featured Update
Playing Around
20 photos; 9:41 video
Model: Patrick aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/24/2025
Tags: twink, tape gag, hands behind back, nude, nudity, orgasm, stroke, fondle, bare foot
-
Featured Update
Closet Space
21 photos; 6:20 video
Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/14/2026
Tags: twink, tape gag, hands behind back, socks
-
Featured Update
His First Time
20 photos; 3:24 video
Model: Cam Jansan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/31/2026
Tags: bear, cleave gag, socks, socks
-
Featured Update
An Open Door
27 photos; 5:29 video
An Open Door is an invitation
Bound Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/29/2026
Tags: blindfold, twink, socks, shirtless, hog tie, tape gag, grope, tickle
-
Featured Update
Making a New Friend
30 photos; 4:18 video
Leo Nein found a friend. More accurately his new friend found him.
Bound Guy played by Leo Nein
The New Friend played by Cam Jansan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/31/2026
Tags: bad guy, hand gag, gagging, ball gag,, otter, socks, hog tie, dominated
-
Featured Update
Poking the Bear pt 2
25 photos; 6:38 video
Model: Don Brasco
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/08/2025
Tags: bear, tape gag, strip, underwear, spanking, dominated, underwear
-
Featured Update
Not Till I Say So
20 photos; 6:26 video
Model: Patrick aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/15/2025
Tags: twink, nude, nudity, stroke, fondle, grope, orgasm, tape gag, socks, dominated, taped, dick tie
boundguys.com
Powered by
Dear Ohio visitor,
Existing Ohio paid subscribers may enter by providing their username and password here:
Existing members click here to log in.
Visitors from Ohio who are not already subscribers may access this website by verifying their age through purchasing a subscription by clicking this link.
Your state has passed laws that requires adult (and other) websites to verify your age and/or identity before granting access to the website. These laws impose impractical and unjustified requirements on websites, along with criminal liability for non-compliance.
By passing these laws your state has effectively hindered the law-abiding content providers and empowered the non-U.S. based tubesites and providers who for decades have been ignoring copyright, stealing content, flooding the internet with adult content and making the internet more unsafe for your children.
Your state government has demonstrated a lack of respect to an adult’s right to privacy, has ignored more effective solutions at the device level rather than the website level, has diminished a parent’s ability to control what their children consume, has opened up adults and minors to identity fraud by insisting personal information and identification information be transmitted to a third party.
As any link or circumstance that brought you here was clear that this is a place to find adult-oriented material, we assume you are here to consume adult content. To comply with the laws of Ohio requiring us to verify your identity and age.