My Cup Runneth Over by Fidelis

24 photos

Ah, home sweet home, Richard thought as he stood on the stoop, stamping his feet to get rid of the excess snow. It had been a long and profitable week, but now he was going to get some well-earned rest and relaxation. As he shrugged off his overcoat, he couldn’t help but smile as he thought of the coup that he had managed to pull off this week. Snatching away the Jamison account from that loser Jones had just been the icing on the cake. Icing that was going to bring in big bucks and big kudos. Yes, there was definitely going to be a promotion in store for Richard Stephenson. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the look on Jones’s face when he realized what had happened. It had been priceless. Hmm, it was a bit chilly in here – there was a distinct draught blowing around his ankles. Once he had hung up his coat in the closet he would..
 "SURPRISE!"
Richard had no time to react before a figure leaped out of the closet, tackling him, XXXXing him to the floor. He XXXXd as his necktie was grabbed and wrapped around his throat, throttling him. It felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his head as his supply of oxygen was cut off. Not content with strangling him, his assailant was banging Richard’s head against the floor.
"Take that, you smug, cheating bastard. I hope it fucking hurts!"
 Even with roaring sound in his ears, the voice sounded familiar to Richard. Just before he passed out the pressure on his throat eased. As he tried to drag air into his empty lungs, he was flipped onto his stomach, and his arms were dragged behind his back. Gasping for breath like a landed fish, he couldn’t stop his attacker from wrapping rope around his wrists.
"Stand up, you slime ball. Oh, you have a problem getting up? Here, let me help you."
"OOOOOWWWWWW!" Richard shrieked in pain as a hand grabbed his hair and dragged him to his feet. He was sobbing as he was dragged into his living room and thrown into a chair. It was only then that he got a good luck at the man from the closet.
"Jones" he wheezed "what do you want?"
 "Shut the fuck up you two-faced piece of shit. I don’t want to hear a word out of you. This’ll help you to keep quiet."
"No, don’t …GMMMMMPPHHHHHH!"
Richard thought he was going to puke as a piece of cloth was shoved into his mouth, halfway down his throat. A couple of pieces of tape sealed in the cloth, effectively silencing him.
"MMMPHHHNOOMMMOUCHOHHHNNOOOOSHTOP!"
Hmmm, Jones does seem really pissed, Richard observed to himself as his business rival wound rope tightly around his body. He didn’t care one little bit for the manic gleam in Jones’s eyes. The guy had always seemed a bit edgy, but this was ridiculous. Talk about overkill! So what if he had lost the account? Something equally juicy would turn up. Eventually.
 "How does that feel? You don’t look quite so smug now, you smarmy turd. Ha, if they could see you now. All roped and gagged and mussed up. What should I do with you now? Let me think about it. Gee whiz, I’m all out of ideas. What do you think, Richy baby? Hmmm? Speak up, I can’t hear you."
"GGGGGMMMMWHYMMDONMMWEGGTALKBOUTMTHIS? HMMMM?"
"HAHAHA! Talk? I’m sick and tired of listening to you, you glib ass kisser. You really did a fucking number on me with Jamieson, didn’t you? I am surprised you could still talk, your head was so far up his ass. No, no talking from you, babe."
 Hmmmph, what a sore loser. Jones was just jealous. If he wanted to succeed in this business, he had to smooth away his rough edges, and learn to talk about the things that counted. Good wine, fine dining, boating, travel, things like that. Richard rolled his eyes as Jones ranted and raved. He would just let the poor idiot run out of steam. The schmuck would eventually come to his senses and realize what a big mistake he had made. Of course, Richard hoped that he didn’t realize quite how badly he had erred when he broke into the house and abused and bound him. Oh, this big blond was going to jail for a long, long time – plus, he would lose his business. There were still a few choice tidbits that Richard hadn’t managed to pry loose from him. The thought of the vengeance he was going to wreak almost made him forgot his discomfort.
"And all of that fancy talk about wine. Who the fuck wants to drink wine that tastes like earth and blueberries and chocolate all rolled into one? You wouldn’t stop boasting about your wine cellar and all the pricey vintages that you had collected. Why don’t I go and look and see what I can find? Hmmm? Does that sound good to you, Richy Rich?"
 Richard’s musings came to an abrupt end. His wine cellar? No, even Jones wouldn’t dare touch his wine! It was monstrous! As Jones would off in search of the wine, Richard began a frantic struggle to get free. He wriggled and squirmed trying to reach the knots around his wrists. As he heard the distant sound of glass shattering, he threw himself to the floor, thinking that he might get wriggle room if he was lying down instead of sitting in the chair. As he heard more crashes, he gave up on freeing his wrists, and concentrated on trying to undo the ropes around his ankles. If he could free his feet, he could make a dash for it and summon help before this madman inflicted any more damage.
 "Where do you think you’re going, tricky Dicky? It’s not polite trying to leave just as the party is about to begin. I’ve got to fix you. Now, no kicking! That is even ruder. Tsk, tsk, trying to kick your guest. What would Mumsie think? There, that should keep you in one place. Now it’s time for a little drink. All of this work is making me thirsty. What should it be? This Chateau Petrus, or this Chateua…whaddya call it? Yquem? Or how about this Screaming Eagle. Yeah, I think the bird wine. At least its made in the good old US of A.
 "MMMMNNNOOO!!!GGGMGMPPHNOTMMTHESHREAMINGMEAGLE!"
Richard wept in impotent fury as the philistine calmly sat down in a chair, turned on the TV and opened the precious bottle.
"Hey, it’s not too bad. It will taste better with a little Coke or something like that added to it. Lemme see what I can find. Don’t you go anywhere."
Richard nearly had a stroke. It was bad enough that he would have to lie here and watch that prick drink his wine, but to XXXX to watch its desecration with pop…no, he couldn’t bear it. He made a titanic effort to free himself, grunting in pain as he strained every muscle in his body. Alas, it was futile. He couldn’t loosen the ropes one little bit.
 "Mmm, this is yummy. I could get used to it. No wonder you like this shit so much. Just a little more Coke….delish!"
Richard lay on the floor in sullen silence, as he unwelcome guest sucked back the bottle. He was fuming, plotting how to get even. Jones was going to regret the day that his mother met his father. Why the fuck couldn’t he shut up. Richard tried to block out the sound of Jones’s rambling, but it was impossible. Even the sound of the cartoons on the TV couldn’t drown out the sound of the increasingly inebriated Jones.
"Well, hick, that wasn’t too bad. You know, Dicky, I’m feeling better already. Now, this one is almost a dead soldier. What do you say that I try this Quemy stuff, no that’s not right…Y-Quem. That how you say it?"
"MMMMNNOOOOO! GGMUGOTTAMMSTOPNOW!"
"Stop, why should I stop? I’ve just started. You know, this stuff makes even a sack of shit like you look kinda good. Yeah this hooch here is making me feel all soft and gooey, romantic even. What do you think, Richy? You want to be pals, huh? Come on, talk to me."
Richard gulped as Jones grabbed his hair and XXXX him to look up. Seeing the bulge in Jones’s jeans made him gasp. Jones couldn’t , he wouldn’t. Would he? But…Richard would do almost anything to save the rest of his wine. He gulped through his gag and attempted to look inviting.
 "MMMERRMMMURR….SURE! GGROMANTIC!"
"Thats a boy. Just one more lil drink, or maybe a couple more, and then we’ll get down to business."

XXXX Strip by Zac

30 photos; 6:03 video

All Taped Up

20 photos; 5:33 video

The Guard played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/18/2019

My Valentine

20 photos; 4:23 video

My Valentine played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 02/07/2019

Naked and Hog Tied

29 photos; 4:16 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 02/07/2019

Bad Dream by Gilroy

25 photos; 5:05 video

 “Mmm? Mmmmm!? MMMpph!”, Tony moaned incoherently from behind his gag as he regained consciousness. He pulled at the ropes around his hands, realising he was tied up and helpless.
What’s going on?, Tony thought. This wasn’t a simple robbery. What did these guys want with him?
Tony looked at his two XXXXs, sitting at a table a few feet away with ski masks on with a combination of fear and anger.
“He’s awake., one of them said.
“About time. Go get the camera so we can show Daddy how well we’ve been taking care of his boy.”
 The other XXXXs shot a polaroid of Tony.
“Lets hope your Daddy thinks your worth a chunk of his fortune.” He said with a sneer.
What the hell were these guys talking about? His dad was a plumber. He didn’t have a fortune, unless rotting national geographics counted as money nowadays.
Then it al clicked when another XXXX pulled out Tony’s ID. only it wasn't’ His ID, it was his room mate Jerry’s. And Jerry’s dad was filthy rich. Oh shit!
“We almost didn't’ recognise you with the hair. But now that we have you, expect to not go anywhere for a long while.”
“Yeah, a cute ass like yours roped up. Hope we don't’ get bored waiting on your dad to pay up!” And the XXXXs laughed evilly.  “Mmmmm!”, Tony pleased but he really didn't’ know what he could have said even if he hadn't’ been gagged. If they knew they had the wrong guy they might decide to cut their losses and kill Tony right now. It was probably a good sign that they wore masks. They obviously wanted to make sure Tony couldn’t identify them later. And that meant they planned on there being a later.
“All right, hog tie his ass. No need to give rich boy a chance to hop away while we aren’t looking.”
 Tony had his legs XXXX to bend and then secured with rope. Tony grunted at the rough treatment but the captors only laughed at his discomfort. “Get used to it kid. The last guy we XXXX stayed tied up and gagged for almost a month. We had to keep him naked so he wouldn’t smell so much.”
”Is that we kept his ass naked and tied?“, his buddy joked as he gave Tony an evil leer.
Fear filled Tony. It was only a matter of time before these guys figured out he wasn't’ Jerry. And then who knew what they would do.

On the Edge of thier Seats by Kirk

23 photos; 2:30 video

Tim sat in the chair and his hands were pulled behind it and roped together.  The roped his feet together and to the back chair legs.  “Comfy?”  Tim exploded in anger:  FUCK YOU!  They gave him a sharp slap to his face.  “Here’s some tape.  Gag our boys here!”  As one still had them under XXXXpoint, the other tightly rolled the tape around their heads, covering their mouths.  Both struggled and mpffffed in protest, but soon they sat there:  heads down in defeat, bound and gagged.  
 
It was at that moment that Kyle came in from the back stairs.  Both brothers’ eyes widened and the screamed in their gags trying to warn him.  Kyle was walking right into a trap.  But Kyle only laughed and high five the two robbers.  “Tim, you must have tied up Mike.  You roped me like that several times.”  The brothers looked confused as Kyle moved the two chairs so his brother’s were back to back.  “Not enough rope on you Tim-let me add a little more.”  Tim and Mike could do nothing as their kid brother added and tightened the ropes on both his brothers. 
 
Kyle thanked the two cousins.  His brothers knew they were had been fooled into a plaot of revenge.  When the cousins left they mpffed begged Kyle to untie them.  “Untie you?  No way.  I have been waiting for this for years.”  Kyle opened a bag, and in it were many packs of new rope.  “I think I have miles of rope here. Try to get out while I get this rope ready.”  The two brothers began to struggle like madmen against their bindings.  Their chairs moved and their bodies twisted, but they were securely roped. Sweating and breathing heavy from their efforts, they helplessly looked at their younger brother.  “First I make you rope mummies.  They I tickle the shit out of your feet” The sweat streaked down his brothers’ faces as Kyle began to tie them with miles of rope.

Nude

28 photos

Playing Around

24 photos; 4:47 video

Model: Simon
Model: Ryan
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 02/01/2009

SideKick Trouble by Soft Touch

28 photos

           You can call me Patch.  I am in the recovery business.  Mostly I recover things that have been stolen from other people, but today I was trying to recover a friend that had been stolen from me.  Kerry was only eighteen, but he was a wizard with computers and other electronic gadgets, and he had already saved my bacon more than once.  Now it was my turn to save him.
            Somehow the Marder Net Gang had put the snatch on Kerry.  This was probably because we figured that it was the Marder Net Gang who had stolen the Sword of Fafnir that we were trying to recover for a client.  That meant that they were probably holding Kerry in one of two places.  This was the first place; an abandoned house on the edge of the city where the Marder Net often did business.
            Getting into the house hadn't been any kind of a problem.  The door wasn't locked and there didn't appear to be anyone on guard so I slipped inside.  The old house was kind of spooky and so quiet I could hear my own heart beating louder that my quiet footsteps.  I checked all through the downstairs and the upstairs without even finding a clue.  Then I moved on up into the old attic.  That was a mistake.  No sooner did I come through the attic door, than I heard the quiet pffut of a hidden air-XXXX and I felt a sharp pain down in my thigh.  Then I only had time to look down and see a feathered dart sticking into my trousers before the whole room started spinning around me and then the floor rushed up to hit me hard in the head.
            The next thing I knew I was lying on an old couch and feeling weak as a kitten.  Whatever XXXX they'd put on that dart had left my whole body feeling pins and needles and it took me a few moments to realize that tight coils of rope were now holding my wrists together behind my back and more coils of rope were hugging my arms tightly to my chest.  Whoever had done this didn't want me to complain about it because my tongue could feel some kind of rag that had been stuffed into my mouth and my lips were aching from several strips of silver duct tape that were now pinching them together.
            Then I looked up to see a big ugly man with a deep scar under one eye standing over me.  It was Marder himself!
            “I tried to warn you Patch,” Marder growled down at me.  “That Sword of Fafnir will bring me and my gang enough cash to retire on.  If you or your young sidekick tries to interfere in that again I’m going to have to break my rules about killing people.”
            Marder dug his big fingers into my hair and yanked my head back until I had tears running down from my eye.  “Understand…?”
            I grunted into the wad of cloth that was swelling up inside my mouth.
            “Good,” Marder grinned down at me with a smile that twisted his twisted face even more.  “But, just so you don’t forget, we're going to be taking curious Kerry with us.  If we see you or any cops before we get a chance to sell that sword, I’m going to be testing its sharp blade on his tender skin.  You got that?”
            I nodded and made some agreeing sounds into the choking gag.
            Then two of Marder’s henchmen pushed me back on the couch and quickly wrapped up my thighs and my ankles in more tight coils of rope to make sure that I wouldn't be following them too quickly.             Then I got one brief gXXXXse of a bound and gagged and frightened Kerry as the two henchmen hurried him out of the attic and down the stairs.  Then Marder gave me a fake salute and followed them out.  Once again the old house got really quiet and spooky.
            Pride and anger took over my body first and made me struggle and strain against the tight ropes that were keeping me from following Marder and rescuing my friend Kerry and I guess I wasted a lot of time doing that before my brain finally caught up with my body.  I'd never escape this way.  I had to get to my car.
            But my car was two flights of stairs down and then across the back yard.  Oh well, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, or in my case, a single hop.
            Struggling and straining and wheezing into the soggy cloth that was spreading my teeth, I somehow managed to get up on my feet.  Then it took all of my concentration to maintain my balance as I hopped and then hopped again toward the attic door.  Somehow I made it.  Then –
            I only fell twice while hopping down the tricky stairs so you could say that I hopped part of the way and fell the rest of the way.  The sound of my falling worried me more than the bumps and bruises the falls gave me.  What if Marder left someone behind to make sure that I didn't leave?  What if the guard heard my clumsy body falling down the stairs?
            So when I got down to the kitchen I paused for several moments to listen to the old house, but all I heard were the normal creaks and groans that told me that I was alone.  Then I hopped toward the kitchen door, getting better at this with practice, until I could wrap my fingers around the doorknob.  The knob turned easily and the door opened.
            Now I just had to make it to my car where I always kept a sharp knife under the driver’s seat.  And all the way I said a silent prayer for a frightened Kerry not to worry, Patch was on his way.  And this time I would make sure that Marder didn't outsmart me.

Patch played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff

Shutting Him Up

20 photos; 5:22 video

Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/18/2019

Make a Break by Nick007

21 photos; 3:24 video

Stripped to Boxers

20 photos; 4:04 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/16/2009

In the Dark by Jake

15 photos

"Ok, just one more shot." Caitiff said for the hundredth time as far as Lewis was concerned. There was always another "one more shot". But Lewis couldn't bitch too much. Not that he didn't want to bitch but he needed the money pretty badly. So Lewis kept his mouth shut while Caitiff bound his body in more ways then Lewis knew he could bend, abusing his poor bondage model. Little did Lewis know just how much abuse Caitiff was about to dole out. "God it's late. Ok, this is what we are gonna do. Let's take a little break, get some XXXX and start fresh in the morning. You don't mind hanging around here a while longer, do you." "Yeah, sure." Lewis said sarcastically, not believing for a minute that Caitiff meant for him to literally hang around all night as he was, arms bound to the rafters. Unfortunately, that's was exactly what Caitiff had meant. "Cool. You're a sport. That saves me the trouble of retying you the same way tomorrow. Night." And to Lewis' shock and XXXX, Caitiff flipped off the lights and went straight to the couch and fell right to XXXX.  What the fuck! Ok, Lewis knew Caitiff had a bit of a sadist streak in him, the guy loved tying other guys up in really uncomfortable positions. But there was no way in hell Lewis was going to hang by his bound arms all night from the rafters! "Uh excuse me! Hello?! " Lewis said but he was answered by Caitiff's snores. "Hey! Wake up! I want to be untied now!" "Uhh, what?! Oh for crying out loud, how can a guy get any XXXX with you making all that noise!, screamed Caitiff as he flipped on the lights again. Well, if you want me to shut up, you know what you better do, don't you?" "I sure do." Caitiff slapped a few strips of blue tape over Lewis' mouth.  "Mmmmphff!" "There you go. You're hardly the first bondage model of mine to start bugging me while I'm trying to XXXX."And with that, the lights got turned off again, leaving Lewis to struggle int he dark. "Mmmmff mmmm!" Lewis grunted furiously but it did little good. He was stuck. The knots on the ropes binding his hands were all out of reach. Nor could he get any slack to try to slip his hands free. And with the tape gag, Lewis had lost the last bit of freedom he had. All he could now was stand there, trussed up, gagged and naked. At least the heat was on. Lewis suddenly noticed Caitiff peering at him through half closed eyes. He wasn't aXXXX at all! Caitiff had been staring at Lewis as he struggled and grunted. He was getting off on seeing Lewis naked and tied up. That bastard!  Caitiff gave Lewis a wink before really going to bed, having gotten his release long before Lewis was going to get his. And still he hadn't seen fit to untie his poor model! it took several hours but somehow Lewis was able to fall aXXXX while standing up. Just in time for Caitiff to wake him up. "Ok, I'm feeling a lot more energetic now. Ready to do the rest of the shoot?"   The End Lewis played by Himself Photography by Caitiff

Groped

23 photos; 6:27 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/12/2013

Caught Up by Gilroy

24 photos; 4:38 video

Nightmare-TOP SECRET by SoftTouch

25 photos

 Sometimes a thing can happen to you so fast that it is over before you know that it is happening to you. That was the way it was with me.
One minute I was walking my post outside the Special Munitions Bunker, the next thing I knew there were people in front of me, and people behind me, and everybody was grabbing me, and taking things from me, and covering my mouth and covering my eyes.
I don’t mind telling you that I was scared. First off, none of these people had any faces, just these scary dark masks where their heads were supposed to be. And none of them were the least bit gentle when they grabbed my weapon and stripped off my cartridge belt.
And they were fast, very fast! By the time I figured out that maybe I should call somebody for help, there was already tape plastered over my mouth, and over my eyes, and twisting my arms up behind me.
 “Give us any trouble and you eat a bullet,” a scary voice whispered into my ear.
Then strong hands grabbed me on either side and started dragging me off to I don’t know where. I didn't try to fight them. There were too many. Besides I was just a little bit curious to find out what they wanted.
We walked for I don’t know how far, and took turns this way and that way until I didn't know which way was the way we came. And then all of a sudden we stopped.
Rough hands pushed me down onto my knees and then somebody ripped that sticky tape off of my eyes. Even the dim light way down here in the bottom of the bunker was too bright for my eyes so I had to blink a couple of times before I could see anything at all. And then I saw them!
 They were all moving around so it was hard to tell just how many there were, but that didn't matter. What mattered was where they were all moving around. Those pink and baby blue stripes around that olive green blunt bullet of a bomb over there were unlike any other markers down here. That was the Horny Bomb!
The Horny Bomb was the latest top secret development in non-violent warfare. You see, it wasn't the kind of bomb that exploded. It was the kind that came down to a certain height and then sprayed this really fine mist all over whatever was down below.
And the second that mist touched your skin, your body became instantly horny and you had to stop whatever you were doing because all you could think about was to find something, anything to fuck. I couldn't let them have that!
A big boot slammed into my shoulder and XXXX me down onto the dusty ground. “Don’t get any ideas, Hero!” a nasty voice snarled at me.
 Then all I could do was to wiggle around in the dirt and try my best to somehow work my hands free from that sticky tape. But it wasn't happening, and then –
 “You're a real wiggle-worm, aren't you Hero?” the Ugly Mask snarled down at me. “Well, we can give you something else to think about!”
Call me stupid, but I had no idea of what he was talking about. But there was nothing I could do to stop him while he and his masked friends grabbed my feet and began wrapping me up in some more of that sticky tape.  Then they just grabbed me by my collar and dragged my body over by this big beam. More and more tape was wrapped around my chest until me and that big beam were really close together.
“There, that'll hold you,” Ugly Mask snarled. Then he blew a whistle and all of his masked friends started pushing four of those big bomb trolleys and four big Horny Bombs up the ramp out of the bunker. And when they were gone –
“Hey Hero, look over here.” Ugly Mask snarled.
Over near the empty space where the Horny Bombs used to be, Ugly Mask was standing with what looked like a big glass globe attached to one of those little digital clocks, and the clock was ticking down. Worse than that, there were pink and baby blue stripes all around the bottom of that glass globe and I knew what it was.
 That was one of the Demonstrators they used. Each Demonstrator had enough of that horny mist inside to make a dozen people really horny.
But there wasn't going to be a dozen people down here because Ugly Mask had already slapped another piece of that sticky tape over my eyes and now he was already laughing and waving bye-bye to me as he hurried up the ramp and now there was just me.
And I could hear that little clock ticking down – tic-tic-tic….
I had to stop that clock somehow!
 I struggled and I strained, but that sticky tape still held me tight.
Any second now that globe was going to break, and I knew that I was going to be so horny, and I knew that I was all alone down here, and I knew—
“Johnson…! Johnson, wake up! If I have to call you one more time you're going on report!” I knew that voice. That was my Sergeant’s voice.
I opened my eyes and saw all of the guys around my bed laughing at me because of the way my blanket and sheet was all wrapped around me so that I couldn't get loose.
 “Johnson,” my Sergeant said “We're going to have to see about getting you some time off so you can get into town. You can't do none of that horny stuff around here.” Johnson played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff

The Grunt by Nick007

32 photos; 6:50 video

Pillar of the Community

19 photos

Model: Tony
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/11/2005

Leather Pup

33 photos; 4:45 video

Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Rope Work by Slade Lycan

Date of Production:02/25/2012

Chair Bound

20 photos; 4:24 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/24/2018

Carry On

20 photos; 5:16 video

Bound Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Chad

Date of Production: 11/24/2018

Keeping Him Quiet

20 photos; 2:51 video

Model: Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/12/2011

The Trouble with My Mouth by Soft Touch

26 photos

Because they're scared, that’s why!
“Ya-ya-ya-Yahoooooo….!” Bradley Pintelwithe played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff