Party's Over by SotTouch

25 photos; 4:36 video

            “What a weird dream I had,” Brad thought as he struggled to open his groggy eyes.  Then he looked over on the couch and saw Aaron and Chuck.  That was really weird.  It looked like they had tape over their mouths and ropes tied around his feet.
            TWEET!  TWEET!
            What was that?  Then Brad discovered that he had tape all over his mouth, too, and some comedian had stuck one of those party noisemakers between his lips so that each time he tried to talk all he could make was this stupid tweeting sound.  Brad tried to pull the stupid toy out of his mouth, but that was when his dazed brain discovered that his hands and feet were tied up too.  What the hell…?
            And then Brad remembered and realized that maybe he hadn't been dreaming after all.  Santa Claus, or somebody who looked like him, had been here.  Then it all came back to Brad in a rush – his naked body, the foul tasting rag in his mouth, the tight ropes that held him so that he was blushing all over, and then that laughing Santa Claus.
            “Don't worry boys; I have a nice colorful hanky for each of you.”  And then he had laughed and laughed while he poured some XXXX juice out of a perfume bottle onto each of the hankies.  First he had held a hanky over Chuck and Aaron’s noses until they both dozed off into a deep XXXX.  The he poured some perfume onto a nice pink hanky for Brad and then held it like he was blowing Brad’s nose until the cloying sweetness on the hanky made Brad fall into a deep XXXX.
            TWEET!  TWEET!
            Brad cursed the noisemaker while he tried to get Chuck and Aaron’s attention.  Finally his two friends stirred in their XXXX, opened their eyes, and then started making panic noises behind their taped over lips when they discovered the tight ropes that were wrapped around them.
            TWEET!  TWEET!
            Brad tried to ask his two friends to help him to get untied, but Chuck and Aaron pretty much ignored him as they struggled to untie each other’s ropes instead.  Maybe if they could get loose, then they would come and help Brad, so Brad made more tweeting sounds as he encouraged his two friends to hurry.
            “Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  What is this?”             Brad’s heart fell down to his feet as he saw a bearded guy coming into the room.
            “Trying to get away…?  No, that won't do at all.  If you leave now, you won't get to see Santa Claus when he comes.”
            TWEET!  TWEET!   TWEET!  Brad protested as loud as he could through his noisemaker, but he couldn't stop the bearded guy from pulling him out of the chair and then XXXX him to sit on the floor with his two friends so that now they were all sitting back to back.  And then the bearded guy kept right on laughing in a jolly way that was making Brad sick to his stomach while he wrapped more and more ropes around Brad and his two friends until they were closer together than they had ever been before.
            Then the bearded guy hoisted a big bag full of all of the nice presents that he had stolen from the three friends and then went on out the door.  The door closed with a solid thunk and Brad’s heart sunk.  This was going to be the worst Christmas ever.
            “Ho!  Ho!  Ho!” came a big jolly voice.
            “Oh no, he’s coming back!” Brad thought while he struggled against the tight ropes.
            But then Brad heard a very strange sound.  It sounded just like thirty-two little hoofs all prancing together on the roof.  Could it be?
            “Dear Santa,” Brad began re-writing his Christmas letter in his head.  “Instead of that nice MP3 Player I asked you for, could you please bring me a sharp knife?  Thank you, your little friend, Brad.”

He Laughed At Me by Softouch

22 photos

            He laughed at me and that was the part that really hurt because I didn't think that he was like that at all.  When I first saw him at the Club, I thought he was everything I always wanted, and when he asked me to go home with him my heart almost stopped.
            My name is Robert and I don't want you to think that I am in the habit of going home with every strange man I meet, but there was something about this particular man; something that was drawing me to him, and something that made me say “Yes” when I should have said “No.”
Once he had me in his place he fixed me another drink.  I didn't really want it because I had already had two drinks at the Club, but I didn't want to be rude so I drank it right down. 
The next thing I knew I was feeling kind of light in the head and warm all over.  Then he took me into his arms and put his big hand on my forehead.  “I think you're getting a fever,” he told me and I almost fainted in his arms.  Then I felt his big hand against my cheeks, and then rubbing my tingling lips, and then moving down over the rest of my warm body.

            Then I felt him unbuttoning my shirt and unfastening my trousers and I think I might have gasped and sighed a little.  I loved it when a man undressed me so I helped him as he took off everything except my socks and the bulging jockstrap that I wanted to show him.  I wanted him to know how really big and hot he was making me.
            But then he showed me his ropes.  I shook my head and tried to back away.  No one had ever tied me up before and I thought the idea was really scary.  But that was when he laughed at me and held me really tight while he began to rub this rubber-ball thing up against my lips.
            “It will only hurt if you try to fight me,” he told me in a really quiet voice while he rubbed that teasing ball back and forth against my lips.
            I don't know if it was something that he put into my drink or if it was just my own hunger after being left alone for so long, but something made me open up my lips wider and wider until finally I felt that strange ball-thing slipping into my mouth.  Then he wrapped his arms around me and made me put my head down on his shoulder while he tied the two ball strings together behind my neck.

            I tried to talk.  I wanted to tell him that I wasn't sure if I could do this.  But now all I could make were these odd gurgling sounds that didn't sound like my words at all.
            Then he pushed me down onto the bed covers so that the bulge in my jock was being pressed up against the firm mattress while he drew my arms behind my back.  And then I could feel him wrapping a rope all around my crossed wrists.  This was kind of surprising because the rope was kind of soft and it didn't hurt me the way I thought it would.             Then he rolled me over onto my back and ran his big hands lightly down over my legs before he gathered my ankles together and began to wrap and tie another soft piece of rope all around them.  He knotted the rope kind of tight and then stood up to look down at me.  “You can struggle if you want Robert,” he told me in a quiet voice.  “I like it when my puppies struggle and try to get away.”
            Get away from what, I wondered?  What was he going to do to me? 

            And then I saw him smile again as he began to take his clothes off.  And then I saw that he was much bigger than I had ever imagined.  He was holding it like a weapon and for some reason that's when I started to get scared.  And the next thing I knew I was pulling against the ropes and moving my body all around on the bed while I shook my head from side to side and tried to tell him that I had changed my mind.  I didn't want to play this game any more.
            But he just laughed at my gurgling words and the way the drool was beginning to drip down onto my chin and my chest while he followed my struggling body around the bed.  And he didn't stop laughing while he used his hands to touch me here and there in all of the places that I couldn't protect now.  And he kept on teasing me until those soft ropes were starting to hurt and I was gasping for breath behind that slippery ball.

            Then he let me lie on my tummy and try to catch my breath while he began to run his gentle fingers over my hair, and down over my back and my legs, and then back up to my tight buns and hurting bulge.  And this time I didn't try to get away while he spoke softly to me.
            “That’s okay Robert; you just go ahead and catch your breath now.  It is going to be a long night and I am in no hurry.  I know that this is all new to you, but pretty soon you will understand.  Pretty soon you will be begging me to let you please me.  And soon after that you will begin to learn what every good puppy needs to know.”
            I wasn't a puppy!  I was a man, and I tried to tell him so, but by now that ball was so wet and slick inside my mouth that I couldn't make any kind of sounds that he might understand.


            “You think about it,” the man said.  Then he went out and quietly closed the bedroom door to leave me all alone in the dark.
            I don't know how long I was alone like that.  At first I was really angry and I spent a lot of time struggling and straining against those ropes and using my tongue to try and XXXX that awful ball out of my mouth.
            But the ropes just kept on hurting me and that stubborn ball wouldn't leave my mouth and so then I think I cried for awhile and felt kind of sorry for myself.
            Some time after that my tears stopped and my body began to relax on the bed.  That is all of my body except for the painful bulge in my jock.  And it was that pain that began to argue the loudest.  Why was I making such a fuss?  I wanted that man at the Club and I wanted him now.  What was I waiting for?

            So I rolled over onto my back and lifted my legs.  Then as best as I could, I spread my buns and lifted my bulging jock into the air so that he would be sure to see it when he came back to me.  And then I began to whimper and whine behind that slippery ball while I tried to tell the man in nice puppy-dog talk “Please come back.  I want to be a good puppy now.”
  Robert played by Danny Photography by Caitiff

Booty Call

25 photos

Model: Andre Photography by Sammy

Soldier from Hell

25 photos

"Well, well, well if it isn't the Soldier From Hell. What's with the cammies? Did you think that I wouldn't see you sneaking around in here?" "Hands on your head!" "The nice thing about soldiers is that they know how to follow orders. The nice thing about rope is that it does what I tell it to, and do I have some very nice rope for you." "No, no I don't want to hear any of your nasty words. You just chew on this for awhile and try to improve your vocabulary."
"That's right. Now you just get comfortable down here on the floor. I'll even turn on the AC for you. That should cool your hot little temper off for awhile." "Oh, and don't worry about that little mouse that's been running around here lately. He's out in the kitchen now. I gave him a nice big plate of cheese as a present from you." "Now I'll be right back so don't think you can escape from me."
"Where do you think you're going?" "Well we'll just have to put you on the shelf for awhile." "There. Those ropes aren't too tight, are they?" "Good. Now Soldier I'm going to give you just three minutes to get loose. Ready? Set? Go!"
"Two minutes, thirty seconds."
"One minute, fifty seconds. Better hurry now." "One minute, thirty seconds. Time's almost up." "One minute!" "Just thirty seconds now."
"I'm sorry Mister Johnson, your time is up. You'll have to go back to your room now." But if you're real good tonight, we'll let you play soldier again tomorrow. Won't that be fun? And I found some real authentic comm. wire to tie you up with, and Nurse Evans is going to bring in one of real those practice grenades so that you can play Booby-Trap. Yes, she is nice. Come along now." THE END   Pfc. Johnson played by Drew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/02/2002

It was Bound to Happen by Kurt

24 photos; 5:17 video

Two college roomies...Blake, a Mets fan, and Rob, a Cards booster. Both betting guys. Blake was confident, and the bet had been kind of silly, anyway. "Whoever wins gets to do whatever he wants to the other," Rob had said. Blake didn't quite pick up on the "do whatever he wants" part. They were both broke college students, so he figured the payoff, if by some horrible chance he lost, would be maybe springing for a few brews at the pub and being XXXX by Rob to wear a damn Cardinals cap around campus.

Rob, of course, had a different idea. He watched the 7th game alone in their dorm room while Blake was hanging out with some asshole New York fans on a different floor of the dorm. As the 1-1 score dragged on into the 8th, Rob wasn't too worried. If he lost, well, he knew Blake wasn't that imaginative, and his payoff wouldn't be very tough. But if he won......

Rob popped wood as the Cards scored 2 runs, and then the Mets were down to their last out. He had to admit that the Met catcher Paul LoDuca was a major hunk, but he pushed that out of his mind as the final out was made and the Cards celebrated on the field at Shea. He knew how dejected and depressed Blake would be, lowering his defenses even more than usual.

Rob heard voices in the hallway, and sure enough, Blake stepped through the door, looking shell-shocked.

"OK, dickwad," he called out, "You won...what do I have to do? And I AIN'T doin' your stinking laundry!"

Rob sprang out from his hiding place and clamped his hand over his hot roomie's mouth, while circling his chest with his other arm. They went down in a pile, and Rob grabbed the rope he had strung out over the couch. Within a minute or two, Blake's hands were tightly bound, and Rob was unfurling an orange bandanna which was stuffed into his buddy's mouth and tightly tied behind his head.
"MMMMPPPHHH!!" said the startled Mets fan, feeling as helpless as he had a few minutes before watching his team go down in flames.

"Payoff time, little bitch", growled Rob, pulling off Blake's flip-flops as he tied his ankles. "Your hero David Wright can't help you now!!"

"What the fuck??" mumbled Blake, but it came out as "Mmma ma mmmk??"

A chill ran down his spine as the deranged St. Louis fan ran his fingers down the length of his super-sensitive soles. His bound and helpless body went rigid, then bucked, then went stiff again, then bucked again as the tickling sensation ran through his nervous system. His feet were extremely ticklish, and that bastard Rob knew it. Soon the beleagured Mets fan was screaming and panting through his gag as his handsome roomie kept up the relentless foot torture.

"Like that?? Like that??" taunted Rob as Blake squirmed and struggled helplessly. "That's more action than those damn Mets showed all night!!"

Even more than the tickle torment, Blake was hurt by the mean comments about his team. As he gasped and wiggled, desperate to break free, he was planning a World Series bet, which he had every intention of winning!

The Intruder by Sammy

29 photos; 7:13 video

This had been a terrible day for Paul. He had just lost his job his boss had fired him after a full days work. Now he was tired and broke. He fumbled with his keys at the door before he finaly realized that the door was open. He swung the door open and marched into his apartment. Most everything was gone. Before the shock had completely set in he felt a rough hand clamp down over his mouth and a silver XXXX muzzle was pressed against his chin. "MMmmpphh!" "Settle down, tough guy. You may be big but you can't stop bullets. Or maybe you could but only once." Paul opened his mouth to say something, but the intruder clamped a foul smelling rag over his mouth and nose. Paul's eyes seemed to swim in the fumes pemeting the cloth and then everything went black. He did not know how long he was out but he was soon roused by his inability to move. He strained and twisted against the fogginess in his head. Then it all became painfully clear, he was bound to a stout old, wooden chair. The ropes that held him were so tight he could feel them cutting deep into his tender skin. His hands and arms were securely lashed to the seat of the chair with long rope thar wound around his forearms. More rope was secured around his thighs twisted around the legs of the chair and then tangled in a mess around his ankles. The ties on his legs pulled his jeans tight around him and the resulting friction was more stimulating than Paul wanted to admit. He pulled and wiggled to try and free himself from the cruel bondage but the ropes and the chair held fast. Finally he screamed with frustration. Just as he was about to scream again the intruder shoved the barrel of his XXXX in his mouth. "Wouldn't do that again. If I thought you were going to wake up so soon I would have gagged you sooner. Then the intruder yanked a blue rag from Paul'sback pocket and shoved it into his mouth. "Hang on a minute. You had a blue handkercheif in your left back pocket.", commented the intruder. "You know what that means." Then the intruder sat down on Paul's lap. Paul winced, but not from pain. He had always wanted a boyfriend but he had never had the courage to go find one. Maybe this was as good as he could get. Either way it felt fantastic to have the strange man so close to him. "Mmmpphh, more Mmmph, mmpphh, mmpphh." "Yeah, I though you might like that.", laughed the intruder. "Maybe I will come back for you once I have sold all your junk." Paul, pulled ,twisted and struggled. He arched and flexed as the ropes seemed to get tighter and tighter. Watching the intruder cart all his things out of the apartment intensified his rage. Finally in desperation he kicked his feet and twisted with such ferocity that he flipped the chair onto its back. He fell to the ground with a resounding THUD!! Paul gasped into his gag as the wind rushed raced out of his lungs. All he could do was lay on the ground winded as the intruder fled with the last of his things. He was not sure how long he lay there but eventually the resounding footsteps of the intruder faded and did not return. It was almost an hour before Paul realized that the intruder was not coming back. Paul kicked, and struggled with renewed fervor. He did not want to be left on the floor, he didn't want to be left alone again. He kicked and pulled and twisted. He pulled and flexed and screamed into the gag. MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!! MmPpHh! MMMPPPHHH MMPPPHHH MMPPHH!! Mmpphh! "Settle down there tough guy. I told you I would be back."

Bare All

24 photos

Model: Cain
Photography by :Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/30/2004

POW

23 photos; 3:13 video

POW played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/21/2008

Body XXXX

24 photos

Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/16/2004

Alexander

21 photos

Model: Alexander
Photography by Caitiff

Get Happy

16 photos; 5:55 video

Model; Craig
Photography by Slade

Date of Production: 08/07/2014

Badge of Honor by Fidelis

30 photos

Oh Christ, Jeff moaned to himself. His whole body was aching from the beating that he had just been subjected to. How had this happened? It had been a routine call, or so it had seemed. A prowler had been reported at 12 Van Dusen, and Jeff had checked it out. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary, all the doors and windows were locked and intact. Jeff had called in to report this, thinking that it had been some dumb kid playing around, wasting the tax payers money. He was walking back towards his cruiser, still on the path between number 12 and the house next door, when suddenly the overgrown shrubbery had seemed to explode. Two figures had burst out of the houses, catching Jeff totally off-guard. Before he had a chance to react he was down on the ground, and the two men were pummeling him mercilessly. His radio had been ripped from his shoulder and thrown to one side as he lay on the grass. As he gasped for breath, his two assailants grabbed his hands and feet and dragged him through the bushes and into the adjoining garden. One of them had snatched his revolver from its holster, his night stick was gone and he was hurting so much from the beating that he had been unable to stop them from carrying him into the house. Jeff had been stripped of his gear ñ the bastards had even taken his boots. While he was still in a daze, they had tied him up ñ tightly and thoroughly. And then they had left.


Jeff shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. Neither of his assailants had said a word as they beat him and tied him. Whatever was going on, it was obvious that he had to get out of here. As he began testing the ropes that bound him, he heard the squeak of a door opening. He tensed. Who was it? The owner of this house, orÖthe punks who had captured?
"Well, isnít this a sight for sore eyes. The noble Officer Murphy, all tied up. How does it feel to be helpless? Hmm?"
Jeff stared at the man standing over him. He had never seen him in his life. Jeff felt a surge of anger against this sneering stranger, who was looking at him with a very peculiar expression on his face. Apart from the pain from the beating, and the discomfort caused by the tight ropes that bound him, Jeff felt a thrill of alarm run through his body. This guy was looking at him as if he was a choice cut of beef in the butcher store.
"You fucking asshole, you are in such big trouble. You let me go now orÖ.GGGMMMMHHHH!"
Jeffís captor had sat down in the captive copís lap. Moving so quickly that Jeff had only seen a white blur, he stuffed a sock deep into Jeffís mouth.

"GGGGMMNNNOOO! MMMGGPGPHHGGGGAHHH!"
Jeff XXXXd as the wadded up gym sock was shoved into his throat. He thought he was going to puke. He tried to spit it out, but before he had a chance a strip of sticky blue tape was slapped over his mouth, sealing his lips shut. Pinned against the wall, roped and gagged, Jeff couldnít resist as his XXXX ground his crotch against Jeffís. Jeff could feel the hard bulge in the other guysí crotch. Oh holy shit, this wasnít good. This was most definitely and totally not a happy situation, at least not for Jeff. The other guy seemed to be having a good time, the hungry look on his face deepening as he humped Jeff.
"Oh yeah, we got ourselves a good one this time. Thereís nothing better than a nice big cop to play with. Oh baby, weíre going to have ourselves a really good time, arenít we?í


"MMNNOOO! GGGGGGOHHHNNNOOO! GGEEEMAWAYRRRFROMME!"
"Shhhh, donít you get upset. Youíre going to like this, I promise. Now were the hell is Rudy? How long can it take him to dump your cruiser? I promised him I wouldnít start without him. Damn!"


Jumping up, Jeffís captor left the room. Oh thank God, Jeff thought. A chance to get away! Frantically he started struggling against the ropes. He pulled and tugged and puffed, but the ropes were too strong. He didnít have a chance in hell of breaking them. Looking around the room, he couldnít see any sharp objects that he could rub the ropes against. In any case, he didnít have time. The weirdo could be back any minute. With his friend. Jeff gulped at the thought. Two felonious cop groupies, who seemed intent on enjoying Jeffís lush cop body. Uh uh, no way Jose. Jeff wasnít going to let those creeps have their way with him. He HAD to escape.


Jeff rolled around on the floor as he made a desperate attempt to reach the knots that held him captive. If only he could get his feet and knees untiedÖhe could make a break for it. Oh ouch, he had to get to the gym more often! He felt muscles that he didnít even know he had creaking and pulling as he strained to reach the knots. His fingertips were just brushing the rope around his ankles , just one more inch


"Ha ha, big boy. Not much longer. Rudy is on his way back, and then the fun starts. Now donít you get yourself all tuckered out before we start partying. Weíre expecting great things from you, Officer Murphy. Just let me check these ropes. Ah, just as I thought. Still nice and tight. Donít even bother trying ñ you canít get out of ropes. Just lie there and think about how much youíre going to enjoy yourself."
No fucking way, Jeff thought as he was left alone once again. OK, he couldnít get the ropes undone. He could accept that. But he wasnít just going to lie here like a piggy waiting to go to market. Nope, if he couldnít walk out of here, he could always try hopping. With much effort, Jeff managed to get to his feet. This was going to be tricky. He had to make sure that he didnít fall over ñ he wasnít sure if he would be able to get up again, and the resulting thump was sure to bring the lascivious cop groupie running. It was a good thing that they had taken away his boots; he would make less noise as he hopped.
Jeff had sweat streaming down his face. The kitchen door was in sight! He had made remarkably good speed, fear goading him on. He was quite proud of himself. Not once had he stumbled. Ah, he was there. Thank God, the chain wasnít on the door! He fumbled with the door handle, grunting in frustration as his sweaty palms couldnít get a good grasp on it. Please, please, just let them stay away two more minutes. He grabbed the doorknob again, this time getting a better grip on it. Hallelujah, it was turning! He shuffled backwards as the door swung inwards. He was going to make it! He jumped forward. He was almost over the threshold! Just feet from safety! He was going to.... "I told you that you were going to enjoy this, Officer Murphy. And weíve barely beXXXX." Officer Jeff Murphy played by John
Photography by Caitiff

Having a Ball Gag

15 photos

Model; Drew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/15/2003

Jock Napped

32 photos; 5:40 video

Model: Jace
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/16/2009

Making the Squad by SoftTouch

19 photos; 5:46 video

"That wasn’t bad, Matt. It only took you 3 minutes and 34 seconds. My, but you’ve worked up quite a sweat, haven’t you? Now, we have to test your balancing skills. You know how important balance is, don’t you? Think what happen to my reputation if one of my squad lost his balance, and everyone went tumbling to the ground. That would be terrible, wouldn’t it? Let me see how you stand up to distraction, Matt."
"GGGMMMMNNOOOOOO, CMMOACH! MMNNOOO!"
The tickling always did them in. Matt was unusually susceptible. It took just a couple of strokes of my fingers in his sweaty armpits to cause him to topple over like a felled tree.

"That wasn’t very good, Matt. In fact, it was an extremely poor time. You only lasted 17 seconds. What are we going to do about your poor performance?"
"GGMMPHHSMORRY! GGMNOTHERMMCHANCE!"
"No more whining from you, Matt. If you don’t get on your feet in less than 3 minutes, you’re off the squad! Move that butt!"
This was the best part, watching him rocking back and forth, blubbering through his gag as he attempted to get on his feet. It was much harder attempting this from the position he was in now, than it had been previously. I was getting so hard I thought that I was going to blast in my boxers.
"You have FAILED!" I announced in my sternest tone. "You have ONE more chance, of staying on the squad, Matt."
I dropped my trousers and whipped out my dripping organ.
"If you can get me off in less than 5 minutes, once I’ve removed the tape, you’ll still be on the squad!"
I leaned over and ripped off the gag. This worked every time. I knew that I now had someone on the squad this year who would take care of all of my needs. Matt played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff

Auction Night by Soft Touch

32 photos; 1:58 video

            “Come in, come in,” the nice man told me.
            I put on my best salesman’s smile and followed the man into a comfortable looking living room while I began my sales pitch.  “My name is Robert and I represent the Men Only Company.  We carry a very fine line of men’s toiletries and accessories for every occasion.”
            “I didn't hear you drive up Robert,” the man said as Robert sat down on the couch.
            “Uh, no sir I came on the bus and this is my first stop.  Now if I could show you—“
            “I hope that you haven't been bothering any of the other tenants in the building Robert.”
            “Oh no sir, you're the only person I've seen.  Now I would like to show you—“
            “Actually I have something I would like to show you,” the man interrupted again.
            And then Robert looked up from his sample case to see the man pointing something right at him.  “Do you happen to know anything about guns Robert?”
            Robert’s words got stuck in his throat and he began to get a sick queasy feeling down in his stomach as he raised his hands.
            “They make an awfully loud noise when they go off,” the man continued quite pleasantly.  “And it hurts a lot .  Now I want you to turn around and put both of your hands behind your back like a good boy.”
            Robert was completely stunned and his body moved like a robot as he twisted around to face the wall and then slowly reached both of his arms behind his back.  Then he felt the man’s strong hand on his shoulder and the blunt nose of the pistol poking into his ribs while the man almost whispered into his ear.  “I won't hurt you if you do everything I tell you.”
            Robert swallowed hard and nodded his head up and down, too scared now to even speak.  Then he closes his eyes and tried to pretend that this was some kind of awful dream while he felt the man pulling his hands together.   Then very quickly and not too gently the man began wrapping coils of rope around Robert’s chest and his wrists so that they were hugging him tighter and tighter while the man breathed into his ear “That’s a very nice shirt and tie you're wearing today.  It would be a shame to mess them up.”
            Robert felt the man’s big hands pulling the rope knots very tight around him.  And then he felt the man’s hands feeling their way over his body.  “Did you bring a nice clean handkerchief with you today?  Oh yes, here it is.”  The man pulled Robert’s handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it a sniff.  “What is that?  Lilac…?  Very nice.  Now open up.”
            One of the man’s big hands went to Robert’s forehead while the other hand began pressing the soft folded handkerchief against Robert’s lips.  Robert didn't want to, but he was so scared now that he opened his mouth and tried not to gag while the man fingered the folded wad of cloth into Robert’s mouth.
            “Good boy, now chew on that and get it nice and soft while I get something for those pretty lips you have.”
            This wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare!  Robert didn't like the way the tight ropes were biting into his tender skin, and he didn't like the way his handkerchief was starting to swell up inside his mouth, and he didn't like the man talking about his lips like that.  What did he mean by calling them pretty?  But by now his body was so numbed by fear that he could only suck of the swollen cloth and watch with his eyes while the man approached him again with several strips of silver tape in his hands.
            Robert moaned a little and tried to beg the man not to, but he couldn't stop the man from smearing those big strips of sticky tape all over his lips and his mouth until his face was being held in a taped vice from ear to ear.
            Then the big man smiled down at him while he brushed Robert’s hair back off of his forehead and loosened his necktie a little.  “That’s right, this is very easy once you get used to it.  Now I want you to hold still while I fix your legs.”
            Robert shook his head from side to side and made some moaning sounds behind his taped over lips when he saw the man toss some more ropes on the floor, but he didn't resist while the man cheerfully wrapped those ropes around Robert’s knees and ankles and then tied them very tight.  “Oh yes, you are quite an unexpected treasure, my boy.”
            For some weird reason Robert felt his face blushing while he wished that the man would top talking about him that way.  It made him really uncomfortable.  And then he looked up and saw that the man was holding a camera.
            “Come on, my boy.  I know you can't smile, but you could at least look pleasant for the camera.  That’s better, now just a couple of more.”            Robert was getting more confused by the moment.  Why was this man taking his picture?             “That’s just fine,” the man chuckled.  “Now you just relax while I send these out on the computer.”  The man was so happy that he almost danced away as he hurried into the other room.
            For a few moments Robert wondered who the man could be sending his pictures to, but then he realized that he was all alone.  Now was his chance to get out of here!
            First Robert struggled and strained and tried to find some way to get his fingers on the ropes that were holding him a prisoner.  It was so frustrating!  He could touch the ropes, but he couldn't quite get his fingers on the knots.  Robert struggled some more and ended up falling off of the soft couch onto the hard floor.  That hurt, but Robert tried to ignore the pain while he looked around frantically.
            Maybe he couldn't untie the ropes, but maybe if he could move his body out the door someone might see him.  It was slow painful work as he crawled inch by inch across the carpet.  With every little movement, the tight ropes bit into his tender flesh a little more and his nice clothes were taking punishment that they were never intended for, but Robert was just beginning to make some progress toward the door when—
            “Young man, where to you think you're going?”  The man wrapped his big hand around Robert’s necktie and then dragged him across the floor and back into the middle of the room.  “I guess you want some more of my rope.”
            Robert shook his head and made gurgling sounds into the soggy handkerchief that was stopping up his mouth, but the man just ignored him while he bent Robert’s punished body almost in half and then began tying more rope between Robert’s wrists and ankles.  “There, that should hold you until the party begins.”
            What party?  The man didn't tell him as he clucked to himself and left the room again.  Robert felt sick.  He was really trapped now and he had no idea of why this was happening to him or what this man might be planning.
            Quite suddenly the man came back into the room and sounded very sympathetic when he told Robert “Sorry, but one of the bidders wants to know if you're ticklish.”
            “Oh no, please don't do that!” Robert huffed as loud as he could into the soggy cloth.  But he was completely helpless now and so he could only close his eyes and bite down on the handkerchief wad while he felt the man pulling his shoes off of his feet.  Then the man touched his fingers ever so lightly to Robert’s socked soles and the poor boy screamed into his gag and contorted his body like an electrified frog.
            “Yes, very ticklish,” the man decided.  “Don’t worry, it won't be much longer my boy.”
            Then Robert heard the doorbell ring and Robert got excited, hoping that it might be someone who could rescue him.
            “Oh my, they are starting to arrive already,” the man started toward the door.
            Desperate now, Robert made all kinds of noises into his gag as he begged the man to tell him what was happening.
            “Oh, I'm sorry my boy, I forgot to tell you.  A bunch of my friends are coming over to bid for you.  The one who bids the highest gets to take you home for his pet.”
            His pet…?  Robert didn't want to be anybody’s pet.
            “Now, now, none of that.”  The man used his thumb to wipe the tears off of Robert’s cheeks.  “They're always much nicer to a pet that smiles.” Robert played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff

Lending a Hand by JMZ

20 photos; 6:19 video

            It had been weeks since Joe quit his job and I had convinced him to quit and it was partly my fault for what transpired. He seemed so discontented after his demotion, his confidence had deteriorated. After some discussion we agreed he should quit. It went downhill from there. Joe’s initial excitement and drive had all but disappeared. He had spent the better part of the last six weeks lying around watching television and surfing porn sites on the internet. I had reached my wits end. I decided to do my best to rectify the situation before he spiraled further into his life of leisure.
 
            My plan was simple; I would sit and rationally explain the financial burden that was put on my shoulders. I was sure he would understand.

“Joe“, I started.
“What’s up baby? You look tired”, he replied.
“I am tired Joe, I’m tired of you doing nothing to help yourself or us.” The words came out a little harsher than I planned.
“Where the hell is this coming from? I did what you suggested”.
“I didn’t suggest you do nothing”.
“You tell me to quit, and then jump all over me for doing it”. “Leave me alone my soap is starting, we’ll talk about this later”.
 
I felt my blood boil. Anger pushed its way forward; this did not go as planned.

            I had gone mad. I attacked him. We struggled with each other till we were on the floor. We grunted and puffed as we tried to get the better of one another. I could feel his breath against my face, and could tell he neglected to brush his teeth. I knelt on top of him, my knee dug into his chest. His shouting and pleading bounced off my deaf ears. In the corner of my eye I saw the tape we had used to move boxes into our new apartment. I stretched and pulled the tape towards me. I flipped him over and XXXX his wrists together.
“What the hell are you doing”, he shouted?
I didn’t respond. I wrapped the tape around his wrists as tightly as I could. I could see his hands redden. The defined muscles in his forearms clenched with frustration. I tied his ankles securely making two feet one. I could tell by the smell of his socked feet he had neglected to shower.

“If you don’t let me go I’m going to kill you”. I didn’t respond.
“Baby I’m sorry I’ll get a job”, he whined. I didn’t respond.
I dragged him onto the couch, but something was missing. I walked to the kitchen while Joe flopped back and forth on the couch like a fish out of water. He shouted a slew of curse words. I pulled a new roll of duct tape from the drawer. As I made my way to him duct tape in hand his eyes widened.
 
            The tape around his mouth looked nice. The indentation of his lips protruded making two silver bumps. He spoke through the tape as if I understood him.
“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPH”, he muffed.

Furthermore he added. “MMPPH, MMPHH, MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH”.
“Okay sweetie, I love you too” I snickered.
This infuriated him. He pulled and tugged at the knot binding his wrists. He contorted his body into yoga positions. He struggled, his face red, his eyes wide, and his hard body bouncing on the couch. A thought occurred to me, as he fought with himself. I had let my anger get the better of me. This was not going to accomplish what I intended. I decided I decided to take advantage of the situation. He would probably leave me after this anyway.
 
            I worked my way through the slit of his boxer shorts to the thing which had brought me so much pleasure through the past 2 years. I stroked him gently, he became hard. His muffled angry words softened to a low moan. He fought me and indulged me at the same time. He was hard and thick. I held him in my hand slowly rubbing him up and down, he struggled less. My fingers found their way down to his sac. I squeezed cautiously but firmly. His bound body and sealed mouth turned me on in a weird way. His helplessness excited me. After a few minutes it was over. I untied him and slowly pulled the tape from his mouth. The next week he found a job. Every once in a while we pretend he didn’t so we could have another talk.

Pretty Boi

25 photos; 6:45 video

Model : Remy
Photography Caitiff Date of Production: 08/23/2017

A Little Privacy by Caitiff

63 photos

     "Mmmmm! Mmmfphh!", Mr. Smith of Smith and Son's leather Novelties grunted into the plug gag that filled his mouth. Mr. Smith's company made these gags, they were his biggest seller. But he didn't think he would have one of his best products XXXX into his mouth against his will!   It had started like any other day. Mr. Smith had been the first in the office to do the receipts. Or so he thought. He had walked right into the building, leaving the door unlocked as he always had. Mr. Smith was just about to get out the records when he noticed the new Gagmaster 2000, the latest plug gag from R&D. It was supposed to be completely safe and once in place, couldn't be removed.   Oh what the hell, thought Mr. Smith. Why not try it out? Bondage gear was the best product Smith and Son's made, as far as Mr. Smith was concerned. He made it a personal mission to make sure that every piece of bondage gear that the company made was tried on an actual human being. Mr. Smith loved being tied up and gagged. So did a lot of his employees. Somebody always ended up bound and gagged during the work day.    Mr. Smith put the gag into his moth and snapped the buckle. Mr. Smith moved his tongue around, trying to wedge the plug out but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the gag out of his mouth using his mouth alone. It was perfect! Mr. Smith took off his shirt and shoes and put his hands behind his back, pretending that he had been XXXX and was being held for ransom. Pretending that he had been tied up against his will and was being XXXX to do whatever his kidnappers wanted!   "Mmmmmpph!" Mr. Smith let out a long moan, temporarily getting into the mood. Ahh, but the receipts weren't going to do themselves.   Mr. Smith was just about to undo the buckle when he heard a stranger's voice say "Don't bother. It will save time."   Three men, all wearing masks had walked right into the door that Mr. Smith had unlocked and were now robbing him! Already gagged, the robbers completed the bondage by tying Mr. Smith onto a chair and putting him in a storage closet. They then closed the door.    That had been hours ago. Mr. Smith heard his employees coming into work. Mr. Smith strained at the ropes but they held tight. He also grunted through the gag but no one seemed to hear. Shit, didn't somebody at least wonder where he was?   Suddenly the door opened. At last, somebody found him!   "Hey, Mr. Smith!" It was Dithers from R&D." See you're trying out the new Gagmaster! Hope you're enjoying it "   Yes, very nice. Now untie me! Mr. Smith tried to say but it came out as "Mmmm, mmfph mmmm MMMWwppffmm!"   "Cool. Well, I'll be in my cubicle if you want to talk more about it. I made it so it absorbs sound." Dithers then left, closing the door behind him!    "Mmmmpphh! Mmmmm!" But Dithers was gone. Oh great, thought Mr. Smith, Dithers thought I was playing around. I have to get somebody to figure out that I'm really tied up against my will!   A little while after Dithers, Rogers from accounting opened the door, looking for white out. "Hey, Mr. Smith! I heard you liked to get in your work but wow!"   "Mmmppf!"   "Yeah, it looks great. I'm glad you decided to try out the Gagmaster. Some of the guys wanted to try it on me!" The young man joked as he looked for the office supplies. "Well, I'll leave you to it then!" and Mr. Smith was left alone again.    Mr. Smith was growing furious! Surely somebody would figure out that he didn't want to be tied up! Somebody had to untie him!   Mr. Smith's secretary, Ms. Franklin, opened the closet door.   "MMMMMMM!" Mr. Smith yelled through his gag, demanding to be released.   "Oh, sorry Mr. Smith. I didn't know you were in here. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed until your done with your market testing." Ms. Franklin said and shut the door!    Oh, for crying out loud! How long could this go on? Mr. Smith wondered.   It went on all day. All day, people would come in and see Mr. Smith. But instead of doing the sensible thing and untying him, they congratulated him on the new Gagmaster, or admired his dedication to work or simply got what they were looking for and left. Dennis from customer service took pictures!   Mr. Smith tried to get them to understand. He yelled angrily through the gag. He moaned pitifully through the unshakable gag. He even shook his chair as much as his bonds allowed. But everybody thought he was just getting into the fun. No one would untie him!   Mr. Smith didn't know how much time he had been tied up. He had done self bondage lots of times and was used to being restrained for hours on end. Under different circumstances, being bound and gagged to the chair in the closet would even have been fun! It just wasn't fun now! Who knows what those robbers who had tied him up had taken!   Suddenly Mr. Smith noticed that the normal sound of the office had died down. Realizing that he had to get out of the closet, Mr. Smith used all his strength to move his chair over to the door. He then butted his head to open the door. It took a while but the door did eventually budge open.   Why didn't I think of this before?! Unfortunately, Mr. Smith soon realized that it was too late. Near the front door, h heard MS. Franklin talking to another co-worker.   "Where's Mr. Smith?"     "Oh, you know him. He probably had somebody untie him and went home early. Set the alarm. I want to go home!"   Mr. Smith heard the beep of the alarm being turned on and the front door closing, locking him inside for the night.       The End   Mr. Smith played by Tony   Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 04/05/2002

In His BVDs by Fidelis

16 photos

kevin played by Troy Photography by Caitiff

Terror Training By John

36 photos

                After our terrorist got Billy good and tied up Billy started screaming and tossing about trying to get up on his feet so that he might be able to move around better. All you could hear from Billy was some low moans and grunts, and the occasional scream for help, but of course that was so muffled you couldn’t really understand it. 
           After what seemed to be about 30 minutes of just watching Billy twist and contort his body trying to free himself from the ropes and handcuff to no avail, he finally managed to get to a standing position. Well….Our “terrorist” didn’t like that at all and so he grabbed Billy’s arms and put them over his head and tied a rope around a beam that ran across the room and stretched Billy’s torso and arms up towards the ceiling.              What a sight! I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I was getting so turned on by all this rough man to man play. And I knew that it was just play, but damn, I wanted to take over as the terrorist since this WAS my new partner.
           At the new member dinner we had just the other night, Billy had no problems stating how big his “manhood” was in front of all of us.  I mean…this kid was right out of the corn-fed boys from Nebraska. Well, we decided to find out for ourselves. So we began to rip off Billy’s clothes. Opening up his shirt and exposing his red nipples. YUM!
Next came the pants. 
           WOW. It seems that Billy wasn’t kidding. Either that or he REALLY enjoyed what we were doing to him, because just looking at him there in his tighty whities he looked really good and really hung. I thought to myself “how fun would that be to play with during our shifts in the patrol car together?”. And finally, the underwear…it was pulled down to the floor exposing Billy’s cock. His cock pointed straight out towards us, like it was going to take revenge on us if it ever got loose. 
           “Oh shit, the Captain is here!” screamed Ted, who was our lookout. We quickly grabbed some rope tied Billy’s cock and balls to one end and the other end to the door, so that when our Captain came in the door, he would pull the rope that was attached to Billy’s cock and balls. How fun this day was turning out to be!     Billy played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff  

The Cap

20 photos

Model: Angel Photography: Caitiff

From Behind

25 photos; 4:19 video

The Victim played by Dominic
The Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff    

Date of Production: 09/01/2011

Worker Retreat pt 7 by Caitiff

22 photos; 2:24 video

 
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 6"

The barn was full of the moaning of bound men. Even after hours of being in bondage, their struggles continued. Seven men were all tied up and gagged in a row.
Drew and Rawy had been tied up the longest. Their arms were tired from being bound up above their heads. The tight cleave gags filling their mouths were sodden with spit. The fight was almost out of these two. They had been tied up and gagged for so long that they didn’t even resist anymore when their kidnappers checked their ropes and gags.
Zac was next in line. He still struggled against the ropes, for all the good it did him. His arms were bound above his head like all the others, a black cleave gag was tied cruelly tight between his lips. Every so often one of the kidnappers felt him up, tightening the ropes. Zac protested through the gag. The kidnappers only laughed.
Next was Uriah. He hadn’t given up quite yet. Not that it mattered. The men who had grabbed him knew how to tie up a guy. Uriah had thought that having his hands in front o him would help him get free but it hadn't’ worked out that way. When Uriah got even close to doing anything that might have helped him free himself, the kidnappers gave him a punch in the gut and tightened the ropes and gag even more.
Next to Uriah was Cliff Snatch, the man who employed all of the hostages at his company. He had no idea what was going on. He just knew he wasn’t used to not being the one in control. He would have traded all of his employees if they would let him go. He could always get more employees. But being gagged, he couldn’t bring it up.
Finally there was Chad and Sammy. Unlike the others who were gagged with cloths tied around their heads, these two had tape wrapped around their heads, sealing their mouths shut. Being the most recently caught, they also struggled the most. The pulled on the ropes and grunted into their gags and got slapped around by the kidnappers the more for it.
The only member of the company not in the barn was Craig. The kidnappers knew where he was, though. He had actually been the first tied up but not by the kidnappers. As a practical joke, Rawy and Drew had tied him to a tree right before they themselves had been captured.
Before leaving to fetch Craig, the kidnappers blindfolded all of their current hostages. It would help keep them in line. It was also part of the plan.
They found poor Craig still tied to that tree, mmphing through the tape his co-workers had plastered over his mouth. The kidnappers untied Craig but didn’t let him take off the tape gag. Grabbing each arm, the hustled Craig to the barn where his co-workers were being kept captive.
They led Craig into the room and let him have a good long look at the line of bound and gagged men. One of the kidnappers, Slade, then ripped off Craig’s tape gag.
“Oww..mmmppphh!”, Craig’s cry was cut off by a hand over his mouth. He was led to another part of the barn where none of the hostages would hear.
“So..” Slade asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s perfect! Well worth the money I paid you both.” Craig responded. For years he had taken abuse from his boss and fellow co-workers. Now it was his turn. So arranging this “company retreat”, Craig had paid Slade and DeBarr to XXXX his co-workers one by one so Craig could get his revenge.
He would start with Drew and Rawy, who had tied him to that tree in the cold for hours. Craig’s mind was already spinning from all the degrading things he would make them do.
He would have fun XXXX Zac and Uriah. Feeling up Uriah’s package and the growing bulge as he did so, Craig decided that Uriah would be especially fun.
His boss would get special attention. Mr. Snatch was ticklish and Craig gave him a taste of things to come by going right after Cliff’s sensitive spots.
Sammy would be fun too. He had such a mouth on him, always making smart remarks. Craig would keep Sammy gagged constantly.
And finally there was Chad. Craig didn't’ know if he was more turned on by Uriah’s dick or Chad’s ass, which was a nice bubble butt. Playing with it while Chad squirmed in his bondage, grunting into his gag at his unknown attacker, gave Craig a huge woody.
Seven men to do with as he pleased for as long as the company accounts held out. And none of them would even know it was Craig. After all, Craig was still tied up to that tree.
The End

Craig played by Craig
Rawy played by Rawy
Andrew played by Andrew
Zac played by Zac
Uriah played by Uriah Mr. Cliff Snatch played by Cliff
Sammy played by Sammy
Chad played by Chad
Slade played by Slade
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production:11/14/2010