COMING HOME

30 photos; 5:05 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Roped and Ready to Ride

20 photos; 5:25 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/12/2012

Leather Boi

33 photos; 5:58 video

Frat House Rodeo by Kirk

26 photos

              Jamie could not figure out his new frat pledge bro, Tex.  Well, since Jamie came from the Bronx, New York City he was not used to cowboys.  Tex spoke with that Texan “drawl,” they New Yorker’s found silly.  Jamie could not help but notice that Tex kept in his room coils of rope.  He would go on the roof of the frat house and in the middle of lower Manhattan and lasso imaginary steers.  “It’s the rodeo in me,” Tex explained.  “Man, you should see the fun of the rodeo, the thrill.  Well I once lassoed a steer and it took me less than one minute to have that fucker in a tight hogtie.”  Jamie got hard and he had a plan.
 
            Some weeks later the two were alone in the frat house for the weekend.  Tex was again playing with his coil of rope.  “You know us Rican Bronx cowboys are pretty good with rope too,” Jamie explained.  “Tough living in the South Bronx hombre.  To survive you might have to rope up your enemy before he gets you!”  “You Jamie, rope up some dude?  You city folk could not tie up a steer or a man for any reason with any success.  The dude would be out in 10 minutes.”   “Wanna test your words, Gringo?” Jamie replied.  “What if I were to lasso you, rope you like a steer, and give you ten minutes to get out.  If you don’t, you buy the beer.  If you do it’s on me.”  Tex gave Jamie the finger.  “Fuck you dude.  Give it your best shot and then you’ll be getting me a keg!”
 
            Tex tossed a coil of rope to Jamie.  “Ok cowboy, hands behind your back.”  Jamie began to rope Tex’s crossed wrists behind his back.  “Ever been tied up before hombre?” Jamie asked.  “Nope, said Tex, you?”  “All the time man, since I was a Boy Scout.  Love it, and love tying people up too!”  “You mean you have done this before?” Tex asked, the rope now getting tighter with each turn around his wrists.  “So many times I can’t count!”  Tex was getting a bit nervous now but would not show any sign of fear as Jamie began to wrap the rope around Tex’s arms and, lashing his biceps to his sides.  “Yoo man, that is a bit tight,” Tex complained.  With lightning speed Jamie had a knotted bandanna and shoved it between Tex’s teeth and tied off behind his head.  “What you say cowboy?”  Tex started to bitch in his gag, but Jamie shoved his hand over his mouth.  “Need a photo for the company!”  Jamie held his cell phone and took a photo of Tex’s hand covered face.  Tex now began to moan in his gag.  “COOOO MOPPPNYYYYYYYYYYY??”  Before he could moan again, Jamie dumped Tex to the floor.  “Stay put for a second.”  Tex began to buck like a roped steer against his ropes, but soon he realized that Jamie was a pro at this and he was tied really tight.  Jamie returned with another coil of Tex’s rope.  “Got to finish the job!”  Tex began to struggle, but to no avail.  With his arms helpless he could not stop Jamie from tightly roping his ankles and knees.  Exhausted from the struggle, Tex moaned,  gagged for air and sweat while Jamie stood back to admire his handiwork.
 
            Jamie began to take a few more pictures with his cell phone and made some calls as Tex shifted his body on the floor, trying to get some leverage against his bindings.  It was useless.  Jamie flipped the phone closed and looked at his prisoner.  “Well you owe me the beer mother fucker!”   Tex calmed down.  He figured that the game was over and Jamie would untie him.  Tex nodded a “yes.”  “But I guess you did not plan on a little company too,” Jamie said, a strange grin on his face.  Tex began to rock and roll like a mad man, but with a bit more rope Jamie put him into a tight hogtie, Tex totally helpless and defeated.
                “A little company for sure,” Jamie explained as Tex’s wrists and arms kept numbing from the tightness of the bindings.  “You see, most of the dudes in this frat are from our Boy Scout troop.  And we LOVE getting a cute dude and have him all tied up nice and helpless.  We never worked on a cowboy before!”  Tex flopped and rolled around and landed on his back.  “Fuck me,” he thought. “Now all the weight is on my arms.  What are you going to do to me,” he slowly mumbled through his gag.  “Me?” Jamie replied, “oh, not me.  I am the supervisor.  The company will decide.” 
 
            Tex laid in his ropes, exhausted, his torso glistening with sweat, helpless as some of his frat brothers returned.  Tex now looked up at 4 faces smiling down at his helpless state.  “This begins your true initiation,” Jamie explained.  “Paddled, cold showers, and receiving the DELTA brand all while you are nicely roped and gagged.  Sure you will loose that cowboy hat soon! On with it boys!”  Text knew he had no hope and would have to endure his initiation without any sounds or complaints..  His pants were pulled down,  and he  was rolled on his belly, ready for the first swoosh.  “Fuckin  rope contest.  What an asshole I am,” he thought as the first swoosh came down across his bare ass and he watched a brother heat the DELTA brand on the stove.      

Blue on Blue by Soft Touch

30 photos

   "I'm sorry!"   "We weren't doing anything!"   John wouldn't listen to me. He just pulled my mouth open and shoved his biggest plug gag deep into my mouth.   "MmmeaseMmohn!" I begged him.   But he ignored the tears on my cheeks, pulled my head down roughly onto his shoulder, and then he buckled the straps really tight behind my neck. It hurt me, but not as much as when he pushed me away from him and I fell back onto our guest bed. He was so angry that he didn't even want me to touch him now.    "Drew, I have had it with you!" he screamed at me, and then he went out and slammed the door shut with a really loud bang. I wanted to cry. This wasn't like the times when I'd forgotten to put out the garbage, or all of the times he had yelled at me for leaving my dirty clothes all over our bedroom floor. No, this was different, and John was really different.   And foolish me, I never saw it coming. When I came home I had kissed him as usual and I guess I got a little excited when he pushed me toward the guest room. John didn't go in for sex anywhere outside of our bedroom so I thought that maybe this was going to be kind of fun to do. And I think I kind of giggled a little when he told me to take my clothes off. I loved it when he was a little bossy. And I didn't even guess that something was wrong when he started to tie me up. He had tied me up lots of times before, usually when he was trying to be nice and give me a reward me for something good that I had done for him.   But then he started pulling the ropes really tight like he had never done before, and then I saw the angry vein pulsing at his temple, and the way he was pressing his lips so tight together, and I knew that something was terribly wrong.    "Who was that boy?" he asked me through his tight lips.   Oh no! That boy was David. David, the boy who wouldn't even look at me when we were in school together. David, the boy who always had two cheerleaders on his arms so that no one would ever guess the truth about him. David, the boy who had finally come out to himself and rushed over to tell me all about it when I was coming home through the park.        I swear I only gave him one kiss. And it didn't mean a thing to me. I was just trying to be friendly and supportive and all of those things that you're supposed to be. But John must have seen that kiss, and now he was like, like I had never seen him before.   "I don't want to hear about it, Drew!" He was screaming at me through the door. "You're going to be in that room all night! You think you can run around on me and make me out to be the fool?"   How could I make him understand? Didn't he know how much I loved him?      I could hear the crashing of pots and the sound of breaking dishes coming from the kitchen. My poor John. My lover could never find his way around my kitchen, and his cooking was just terrible. Maybe I was going to go hungry tonight, but better that than having to eat John's cooking.   I'll wait until the morning when he's calmed down. Then he'll come to untie me. And then I'll give him all of the loving he's going to be missing tonight, and I'll cook him a nice big breakfast, and then he will promise never to hurt me again.   THE END   Drew played by Rod   Photography by Caitiff  

Dante Hogtied on the Floor

31 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 09/24/2019

Leather Pup

20 photos; 3:34 video

Model: Vladimor
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/23/2019

Arturo

42 photos; 3:01 video

Model: Arturo Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 12/04/2008

Urban Cowboy by Kurt

24 photos

Kenny loved Western gear...the whole shebang, tight jeans, boots, the 10-gallon hat.  The fact that Kenny lived in a tenement in the South Bronx did nothing to lessen his enthusiasm for all things cowboy.  There were still a few country line-dancing clubs in the city that he visited on the weekends, but he still wore his Western fashions every day in the neighborhood. The locals usually left him alone, though occasionally he'd get a catcall as he walked through the streets.

His big mistake was wearing the T-shirt he'd gotten at The Knotted Lasso, the gay country/Western club he'd discovered the previous weekend in the Village.  It proudly proclaimed, "If You Can Rope Me, You Can Ride Me".  Kenny was a little dense, and he figured the logo referred to the bucking bronco on the shirt.  But his horny Hispanic neighbors had a different idea when they spotted him strutting down the street.     "Yo, Papi, I'll ride your ass," hooted Jose, as Kenny walked by.

"Fuck off, asshole," the pseudo-cowboy replied.

Jose's face darkened at the insult.  Without a word, he and Carlos jumped Kenny, and before he could react, he was dragged downstairs into the tenement basement.

"Yo, you think you can dis me like that in front of my homies?" Jose growled, as he tightly tied Kenny's wrists.  Kenny grunted in pain as Jose pulled the knots tight.

"C'mon, man," Kenny whined, "You started it."

"You started it with that shirt, bitch!" Jose growled, as Carlos pushed Kenny down into a rickety wooden chair.  Jose knelt and tied Kenny's legs tightly together.

"Here, Jose", Carlos said, handing Jose a bandanna. "Gag the fucker!"

Kenny grunted as the purple bandanna was pulled between his teeth and knotted behind his head.    
"Yo, Jose, leave him here...let's go smoke a blunt!"

The two hoods left the basement and Kenny immediately began struggling.  He got up from the chair and tried hopping around to loosen the ropes, but that didn't work.  He suddenly lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor, with a grunt.

Half an hour passed and Kenny was still as tightly tied as ever.  The storage room door suddenly opened and Kenny looked up to see Jose and Carlos, with slightly glazed smiles on their faces.

"Look, man, the damn cowboy is trying to get away!"

"Gimme some more rope, Carlos!"

Within seconds Kenny was hogtied, and the front of his jeans had been opened.  Kenny was pissed that he had decided to go commando that morning.  His dick peeked out of the jeans opening, while the two hoods looked down at their victim.

"Ay, Jose, look at his wood!" Carlos leered.

Jose squatted down, and roughly gripped Kenny's exposed cockhead.


YEE-HA!!!     To be continued  

Bare and Bound

27 photos; 3:04 video

Hopping to Get Away

25 photos; 7:27 video

The Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff





Date of Production: 09/16/2019

Left Feeling Insecure

30 photos; 7:00 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Bored to Pieces by Cryptococcus

25 photos; 2:22 video

"God, you're so BORED?" said Caleb, increduously. "There's lots of things you could be doing. Like the dirty clothes, or the dirty dishes in the sink, or even studying. Don't you have that statisfics final Tuesday?"

"I've studied until I can't stand it anymore," said Petey. "It's Friday night - the chores can wait." Pete sighed dramatically.

Caleb slipped onto the couch. "You know what I said I'd do the next time I caught you bitchin' and moanin' about being bored?"

"Give me something to REALLY bitch and moan about?"

"Right. But first I have to take you down and put you in your place."

"Take me down how?" Petey said suspiciously, but finally showing some interest.

"Wrasslin'!" Caleb declared, springing to his feet.

Petey jumped up a moment later, and the two young men, all in good play, groped and rolled around on the floor for a couple of minutes. Finally, Petey was pinned with the slender Caleb victorious. Both were breathing heavily from exertion. Caleb rolled Petey over onto his stomach and said, "You'd better stay there just like that," he warned. "Don't move a muscle."

"Or what?" asked Petey, with his cheek against the carpet.

"You'll find out what!"

Caleb watched as Petey padded into his bedroom. When the young man came out a moment later, he was carrying a paper bag.

"Put your hands behind your back," Caleb said, and then he helped when Petey was fractionally slow to comply. The bag was filled with a tangle of ropes, and Caleb dumped it at Petey's side. Then, kneeling beside the boy, Caleb tied Petey's wrists together.

"I don't think I'm going to LIKE this," Petey said.

"I don't think I need to hear any more bitchin' and moanin' from you. You and that silly bandanna. I done told you this ain't Montana. Folks 'round here don't need 'em, but I bet we can find another use for it." Caleb unknotted the bandanna and twirled it several times between his hands. "Open up," he told the boy on the floor.

When Petey objected, Caleb deftly pulled the gag into place. Petey tried complaining through the gag, but Caleb had gone for Petey's ankles.

What is this? Petey wondered, even as he lay there without further struggle. He and Caleb had been friends since finding each other in the classifieds last year, and they had soon found out that they were both uninhibited and comfortable in their physical forms of play, which had no sexual component. Both boths were straight, but they were also very competitive in many ways. Was he seeing a new side of Caleb, Petey wondered, or was this just more of the GAMES that the slender fellow liked to invent?

Satisfied, Caleb returned to the couch. "Okay," he said, "see if you can get loose."

Petey gave it a mighty effort. He twisted and turned and rolled on the floor. He stuck his legs up in the air and tried pressing his feet on the furniture, lifting himself so that just his shoulders were on the carpet. He struggled for several minutes, and then stopped to catch his breath.

Caleb watched with some amusement, and then he walked over to Petey and stood the boy up. He opened the living room closet while Petey watched. "Maybe you won't find it so boring in the closet," he said. "Hop right over here."

Petey thought that this was getting wierder by the second, and that he should really complain. He was still thinking this as he hopped over and entered the closet. It took a few more hops just to turn around. He looked at Caleb and his eyes were wide above his gag.

Caleb reached for Petey's shirt, and he soon had it unbuttoned and hanging at the boy's sides.

Warning bells were going off in Petey's mind as Caleb unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to Petey's ankles. This was looking more and more like it was turning into something sexual. Petey's fears were further heightened when Caleb tugged his boxers down to his ankles. He eyed Caleb for several long seconds, trying to garner what the fellow intended. If it were about to become sexual, Petey thought, he'd have to decide something quickly.

He was not to find out, at least not this time. Petey glared angrily at Caleb as the slender man pushed him down into a seated position. Petey had the impression that Caleb had somehow whimped out on him.

"I'm gonna let you stay in there," said Caleb, "so you learn something about being BORED." Then he padded over to the chair and sat down, slightly outside of Petey's line of sight.

Petey looked down at his knees, his cock, and his belly. He had a tremendous feeling that he and Caleb had approached a line, but perhaps not crossed it. He thought about the way he and Caleb had always been physical with each other and always touching. He thought that he had always enjoyed Caleb's touch, and in this . . . new thing, he could find no real source of objection. Maybe, when this was over and himself untied, he should bring this up with Caleb.

* * *
Caleb quickly shed his jeans and took himself in hand. At the same time that Petey was coming to a decision about exploring the sexual aspect of their relationship, Caleb was nearing orgasm. It came quickly, because Caleb had so impressed himself by getting his handsome roommate in such a helpless and submissive position so easily. He had fulfilled a long term ambition formed when he first saw Petey. Just the tip of the iceberg, Caleb thought as his cum splashed upward again and again. There's a whole more to this than what's on the surface. Petey don't know this yet, but he is gonna be my BOY. His white ass is MINE.

Out for a Jog pt 2

25 photos; 1:06 video

I popped the trunk open when we arrived at our destination. Gerrittsen was still nicely trussed up, his blue eyes glaring at me as I pulled up the lid. I could hear the muffled curses coming from beneath his tape gag. He was going to be doing more than cursing once I got to work on him.
"Come on, big boy, we’re going to go for a little walk. Oh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. It’s time that the cop had a little attitude adjustment."
  Gerrittsen had tried to kick me in the balls when I pulled him up out of the trunk, but I was able to sidestep him quite neatly. This was good; he was showing some spirit. It would make crushing his will all the more enjoyable. Hmm, the bastard wanted to damage my balls, did he? Well, two could play at that game. As he struggled, trying to escape from me, I reached inside the front of his shorts and squeezed. Not too hard – I didn’t want to inflict any damage on him, but just hard enough that he squealed through his gag. Suddenly, he was being very co-operative. I kept my hand inside his shorts as I guided him inside the house. Every time I thought he was putting up the slightest bit of resistance, I gave him another little squeeze. By the time we had reached the bedroom, he was whimpering like a puppy that had been taken away from its mother. I shoved him down on to the bed. The look of relief on his face once I had taken my hand away was almost comical. I sniggered, when I thought of how short-lived that sense of relief was going to be.
  "Now, let’s get you turned over, so the fun can begin."
For some reasons these words seemed to agitate Officer Gerrittsen. He screamed "MMMNOOO" and tried to stand up. It was easy for me to push him back down on the bed, and flip him over. Getting rid of those shoes of his was the first thing I intended on doing. The way his legs were flailing around, he might cause some damage to me before I had him properly restrained. I pulled off his shoes, and as an afterthought, removed his socks as well. His body gave a convulsive shudder as my fingers grazed the soles of his feet. My, my, but this was interesting. The cop had tender feet. That might come in useful, later on. He was still thrashing around on the bed, so I felt compelled to pull off his shorts and give his lovely butt a good swat.
  "Are you going to be a good boy, or are you going to make me spank you? It’s up to you, Tom."
"GGGFUCKMMMYOU!" Oh good, he was definitely getting his spirit back. It was going to be much more fun breaking and humiliating this dirty cop if he fought back. I pinned him down on the bed, and slid my hand inside his jock strap.
"MMMGETMMWAYFRMMME! GGAAAGHHH! MMNOOO! GGMPERVERT!"
"Aww, don’t you like that? Too fucking bad! Because you’re going to get a lot more of that, Officer Gerrittsen. That, and some other things. Now, let’s get rid of that jock strap. I want to see you in all your glory."
  Gerrittsen went totally ballistic when I ripped his jock strap off. He obviously had some inkling of what I had in store for him, and he wasn’t at all pleased about it. I was working up a good sweat as I wrestled with the naked cop. I eventually managed to get his feet bound. As I pushed him back down, I noticed an interesting development.
"My, my Officer Gerrittsen, what do we have here? It looks like someone has become a wee bit excited. I wonder what caused that? I bet you wish your cop friends could see you right now. Big strong Officer Gerrittsen tied up and gagged and naked, and with a big fat woody. What do you think those homophobe pricks would think of you?"
  Gerrittsen’s face was scarlet, either from the exertion, or from shame at his predicament. He whimpered something inaudible and shook his head from side to side. It seemed like the big bad cop had lost a little of his feistiness. He stared at me in XXXX as I reached over and started playing with his big sausage. I jiggled his balls, and he flinched. This situation was getting more and more interesting by the moment. I had thought that I would really have my work cut out getting the cop excited, but here he was, hard as a rock already. My mouth started watering as I looked down at my bound and gagged captive. I licked my lips and started stroking him.
"ARRRGGHHH! MMMNOOO! MMLEAVEMEEMMALONE!"
  "Why, I think that it would be a cruel and unusual punishment to leave you alone, Officer Gerrittsen. You are obviously in need of some release here, and I’m the man to help you out. And guess what? I’m going to be filming every minute of this encounter. Yep, I’m going to make you a star. Your buddies down at the station will get a real kick out of this, won’t they? I bet they’ll all be clamouring to be your partner once they get to see the film."
"MMMNOOOOO! MMMPLEASEMMM! GGGUCANTMDOTHISMMEE!"
"Oh yes I can. You ruined my career when you planted those XXXXs on me, and now I’m going to ruin yours. I think it’s time to get down to work, don’t you?"
  I got out my supplies, simple but effective. Gerrittsen’s eyes bulged as he watched me put on a thin leather glove and squeeze a generous amount of lube from the tube into the palm of my hand. He muttered something from beneath his gag and cringed as I approached him.
"Mmm, this isn’t going to be fun, isn’t it, Officer Gerrittsen. I get to try out my jack off glove on you. Now just let me put some lube on that rod of yours, and let’s see what happens."
"My goodness, but that was fast. Fast but impressive. I do believe you’ve got something in your eye. Let me wipe your face for you. That was way too easy, cop. Though I really think that your cop buddies will find this entertaining. Big, tough Tom Gerrittsen, shooting his wad in about two minutes when another guy works him over. I want to see how long you can last this time."
  Darn, this was far too easy. The guy wasn’t proving to be a challenge, though the video I was getting was priceless. I barely had to touch him to get him to shoot. Even the third time it only took me 10 minutes to get him to blast off. I decided that I needed to do something else to keep myself amused. Gerrittsen hardly put up a struggle as I hogtied him. He mumbled something incoherent as I tied him, but all the fight seemed to have gone out of him. I recalled his extreme reaction when I had grazed his foot with my finger. I wondered how he would react if I gave his feet a real workover.
  Oh, this was MUCH better. Gerrittsen was screaming so loudly that I began to worry about the neighbours hearing him. The poor guy was in agony, crying, begging for mercy through his gag. I could see the ropes biting into his flesh as he writhed around on the bed. I thought he might dislocate a joint or two, the way he was carrying on. I wanted revenge, but didn’t want to cause him any real physical harm, so I decided to cease and desist for awhile. I rolled him over, and…..the cop stud was sporting another iron bar.
  "Well, golly gee whiz Officer Gerrittsen, it looks like you are having a good time. Aren’t you lucky that you have two whole days off from work? Two whole days for me to have some fun with you. Isn’t that great?"
Gerrittsen gave a look of sick despair as I flexed my fingers. I decided that I would give him a bit of rest. He could spend some time watching the video that I was making for his cop buddies. I knew he would enjoy that. Officer Gerrittsen played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Almost Got Away

22 photos; 4:13 video

Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Prodiuction:10/10/2013

Foot Patrol by Fidelis

22 photos; 3:05 video

 

    "You know, Deputy, you’ve hurt my feelings. Trying to get away – abusing my hospitality like that. You make me think that I should have just gone and tossed you into the swamp and let the ‘gators make a meal of you. Though, that would have been a waste of a nice hot Deputy body. Now, what am I going to do with you? Huh?"
  Ross sat on the couch, not moving a muscle. The damn fool punk had that XXXX pressed right against his head. The kid had a slightly dreamy look in his eyes – he was probably high on something. Oh shit, oh shit. Ross felt the sweat soaking into his undershirt as the kid slid the XXXX down his face, letting it rest against his cheek. What was he going to do?
"There, that looks much better. Are you still comfy? Would you like a cushion for your head? Oh yeah, you look just fine like that – there won’t be any trying to get away now, will there, Deputy? I’ve really got myself a hot uniform package, haven’t I?
"MMMRRRMMMPHHH! MMUGGGHHHH!"
  Ross strained against the ropes that kept him hog-tied. Damn, now the kid had really gone; Ross could hear him humming away in another room. He had to get out of here. The punk must be some kind of pervert – Ross didn’t like the way he had referred to his hot Deputy body, and called him a hot uniform package. Ross had heard about people like him – hanging out in Key West and South Beach. They just didn’t have pervs like that here – no wonder he didn’t recognize the punk. He must be from the big city. Ross arched his back, trying to break the ropes. Damn, but they were tight. He lay on the floor panting. The ropes were so tight there was no way that he could reach his belt.
"Look what I have here, Deputy. Something for us to watch! ‘Reservoir Dogs’. Have you seen this movie, Deputy? I think that you will enjoy it. It has some very…interesting scenes in it. Just let me move you around a bit. Man, but you are a big guy. Yeah, this is great. I get to watch a movie with a cop as a foot stool."
  Jess chuckled to himself as he switched the DVD player on. This hick Deputy probably hadn’t seen the Tarentino masterpiece. He would really start sweating once they got to the cop scene. Jess had plans for this stud cop. Plans that didn’t include blood and mutilation. Oh no, he was going to give this cop a grand time, whether he wanted it or not. He’d done it before; he would do it again. He knew that both of them were going to have a very enjoyable evening.   Ross played by Stu
Jess played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/26/2005

Out for a Jog by Fidelis

20 photos

 I had been keeping track of the bastard for months. I had his routine down pat. I knew what he did, where he went, whom he saw. Luckily for me, he was a creature of habit. The days he was on duty were the easiest, because he did the same thing every day. He left at exactly the same time, and then after work he went out for a few beers with his macho cop buddies. It would have been fun taking him out of the parking lot of the bar, but it was a real cop hang out, and I decided it was too dangerous. I wouldn’t have minded getting my hands on some of his pig friends, but I didn’t overestimate my abilities. One cop at a time was all that I could handle.
I decided that it would be much better to grab him on one of his days off, and I knew just when and where I was going to do it. He went jogging every morning when he wasn’t working, trying to keep that hard cop body from getting soft from all of the beer and doughnuts that he poured into it. So far he was doing a good job. I had spent many a morning with my binoculars trained on his sweating, muscular body as he pounded the pavement. Concealed behind a hedge, or in my car, I had observed sweat dripping down his finely sculpted chest, soaking that strawberry blonde hair of his. I was going to make the bastard sweat myself, but that sweat wouldn’t be from jogging.
It was a hot Sunday morning, and this was the perfect time to make my move. All the nosy old biddies who kept such a close watch on the comings and goings in their neighbourhood were at Mass at St. Philomena’s, and the young couples who were rehabbing their houses were still asleep, or just waking up and drinking their designer coffee. There was no one to observe my capture of the dirty cop who had ruined my life. I was going to take the bastard and break him.  I waited around the corner from his house, sitting slouched down in my car, until I saw him jog past me. 7.32 exactly; he was right on time. I had already decided where I was going to grab him. I had another 19 minutes to get into place. I drove off and parked the car where it would be right in his way as he passed. I had observed him taking a break at this spot every single morning – the guy was like a robot, he never varied in his routine. I hopped out and removed the license plates, and then crawled into a convenient clump of rhododendron. I checked my watch. Another 10 minutes to go. I could feel my heart pounding. I prayed that nothing would go wrong. The tire iron was clutched in my hand. I had been reading medical textbooks, trying to find the exact spot to hit Officer Gerrittsen. I didn’t want to kill the bastard, or even to cause him any serious damage. All I wanted to do was to incapacitate him for a short period of time. Just long enough to get him into the trunk of my car. Five more minutes to go. I was sweating like a pig, now that the time for revenge was so near. I peered through the leaves, looking down the street. He should make his appearance any minute now. Yes, there he was. Oh, this couldn’t be any better! He was taking his break, and doing it leaning on my car! This was great! He was only a few feet away from me. I was surprised that he couldn’t hear my heart thumping. It was time to move. I crept out of the shrubbery.
  "Hey, Tom! Tom Gerrittsen! Over here!" He turned in surprise, and I charged at him. He didn’t have a chance to react before I whacked him. He slid to the ground, ending up in a crumpled heap. I took a quick look around. The street was quiet; I didn’t see any curtains moving. Good. So far it looked like I was in the clear, but I had to move quickly. I popped the trunk and then bent over and pulled the inert cop to his feet. Christ, he weighed a ton! Huffing and puffing, I managed to roll him into the trunk. He lay there, not moving. I put a finger on his neck. Yep, he was still alive. That was a relief. Just then I heard him moan. I grabbed some of the rope that was in the trunk, and quickly tied his hands behind his back, pulling the rope as tightly as I could. I wanted the bastard to suffer. I ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll that I had stashed with the rope, and plastered it over those handsome lips. Hmm, I thought. One piece wasn’t really going to be enough. It was better to be safe than to be sorry, and after all, I had lots of tape. I smoothed a second piece of tape over his mouth, making sure that the ends were firmly affixed to his cheeks. Gerrittsen was beginning to stir. I had one last adjustment to make. Taking some more of the rope, I tied his roped hands to his waist. There, that should hold him for a while. He groaned again.
  "MMMPHHH. GGGMMWHAT? MMMHEY!"
The cop’s blue eyes opened and he stared at me. I smiled as I saw him recognize me. The look of fear on his face was priceless as he realized that he was roped and gagged and at my mercy.
"MMMONOO! GGMMWHATMDOING? GGUUCANTDOTHISMME! MMWONTGETAWAYWITHMMIT!"
  Gerrittsen started struggling in earnest, grunting and fighting against the ropes. This was great. I was loving every minute of it, having this arrogant macho homophobic cop under my control. And the fun hadn’t even started yet. I grabbed Gerrittsen’s close-cropped hair and shook his head. He moaned and closed his eyes in pain.
  "You behave, big boy, or you’ll be sorry. I’m the one in charge now, not you. You’d better get used to that fact. You haven’t got any of your friends in blue to back you up now, do you? Mmm, I wonder what they would think if they could see you now, especially looking like this!"  I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his luscious butt. Oh God, it looked even better than I thought it would. Gerrittsen uttered a muffled scream as I caressed his firm gluts. Yum, they felt great. I was going to have fun with this corrupt, dirty pig. I could barely contain myself as I listened to him scream through his taped lips, struggling to escape my hands. His eyes bulged with fear as I fondled him. Yeah, I was going to have a great time breaking this cop. I gloated as I slammed the lid of the trunk shut. It was time to get out of here. Tom Gerritsen, the Jogger played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Plug

30 photos; 6:38 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography By Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/29/2008 

Corporal in Trouble by Caitiff

34 photos; 5:08 video

Hindsight was 20/20.  Not that it was doing Corporal Dylan Tyler any good.  He knew he wasn't’ supposed to go off the base at night, especially not in uniform.   But Dylan was horny and none too bright.  He wanted to get drunk and he knew the local women went crazy for an American in uniform.

    Dylan figured he would sneak off, get  a little tail and be back long before revelry that morning.  The first part of his plan worked all right.   No one noticed Dylan sneak off.  He did find a really hot girl who seemed like she couldn’t wait to get into Dylan’s pants. 

    Unfortunately, the girls friends grabbing Dylan, tying his hands behind him, and shoving him into the back of a van was not part of Dylan’s plan.  Suddenly he remembered why he wasn’t supposed to go out on the town in uniform. 
   
    The XXXXs did not a thing.  Whenever Dylan tried ot talk he got a hard XXXX on the head.  Dylan didn’t know where he was being taken but it looked like the bad part of town.  The XXXXers stopped at a dark house, shoving their captive out the van and into their hide out.

    Dylan was shoved onto a bed.  He got up the nerve ot try to talk to his XXXXs again.

    “Uhh ok.  Uhh what do you guys wa..Mmpphh!”, Dylan was cut off as tape was wrapped tightly around his head.    
     Dylan was then XXXX to his feet and shoved into a cramped closet.  They pushed his ass onto a chair.  Rope was taken out and used to bind Dylan’s knees and ankles.

    “Mmph!, Dylan protested for all the good it did him.  The XXXXs shut the door behind them, leaving Dylan alone in the closet.  At least they hadn’t turned off the light.
   
    Dylan shifted uncomfortably in his chair.  Though he wasn’t tied to the chair itself, he dared not get off it.  Dylan didn’t want to make too much noise.  He could hear his XXXXs just outside the door.  Dylan could also hear what sounded like rats scurrying around.    Dylan was certain that if he moved too much the accumulated junk in the small space would come crashing down, bringing who knew what with it.
   
    Instead Dylan tried testing the ropes that bound him.  The cords were wrapped tightly.  Not so tight that Dylan worried about losing feeling in his hands but enough that he couldn’t just slip out.  Frantically Dylan sought any knots.  Unfortunately the ropes formed a tangled mass.  Dylan couldn’t be sure when he found a knot.  And when he worked on any of the clumps he thought was a knot, he made no progress at all.

    Even the tape gag was secure.  Dylan doubted he could get it off without the use of his hands.

    Dylan realised he was going to stay bound and gagged for a very long time.

    Dylan slept fitfully.  He didn’t know when he managed to fall aXXXX.  Dylan only knew that he woke up stiff and incredibly sore,  a thin beam of light leaking in from behind the crack in the board over a small window.

    “Mmmmpphh!”, Dylan gave a pitiful moan when his XXXXs opened the closet door.  They took the tape off his mouth, let him drink some water and then gagged him again with tape.  Worse, they tore off a strip and put it over Dylan’s eyes.

    “Mmmmmfffaaaa!”, Dylan began to panic at the thought of staying in that small space, not only bound and helpless but blind as well.  Dylan began developing a severe case of claustrophobia.
    The XXXXs did not keep Dylan in the closet however.  They XXXX him up onto his feet.  Dylan had to hop on bound feet, blindfolded, forward.  Dylan was scared to XXXX he would trip. 

    Dylan couldn’t know where has being led but he felt a wall and figured he was being put in a corner.  Dylan heard the click of  a camera.  The XXXXs spoke among themselves.    Dylan wished he could understand what they were saying but he had never cared to learn the local language beyond how to order a beer or pick up chicks.  However he did recognise some words, like the name of the base and Dylan’s commanding officer.  He also heard them talk about money.

    This lasted for a few minutes. In that time Dylan could feel his legs beginning to buckle underneath him.  Hands grabbed him as he fell to the floor, making his descent more gentle then it would have been otherwise.  Sill, Dylan’s ass stung as he hit the floor.
   
    There continued to be some shuffling and then silence for what seemed an eternity.  Dylan thought he might be alone though of course he couldn’t see.
    “Mmmmm?!”, Dylan let out a long moan and then another but no response.  There was no noise either.  The whole house seemed quiet.  Dylan was now certain he was alone.

    Dylan knew this might be his only chance to escape.  He didn’t know where he could find the strength though.  He had been bound and gagged for at least a day.  He was starving and sore and  weak as a kitten.  Still, Dylan tried to fight the ropes.  This time he didn’t care if he made noise.  He bucked and twisted, fighting the ropes with what little strength he had left.  He even began to grunt through his gag, preying that some bystander outside might hear him.

    Desperately Dylan rolled on the hard concrete floor.  Though he couldn’t see, Dylan’s head did bump against what seemed ot be the stairs.  But tied up and helpless a she was, Dylan didn't’ try to climb it in his condition.  He was pretty sure if tried he would only end up breaking his neck.

    “MmmmPpphhhmmmm!”,  Dylan gave an angry grunt.  He was still no where near getting freed.  He would have given anything to be untied, to have this stupid gag taken off of his mouth. 
   
    Dylan stayed bound and gagged on the floor in that house for the rest of the day.  The MPs found him after they arrested some of the locals who had tried to ransom Dylan to his commanding officer.

    Corporal Dylan Tyler became Private Dylan Tyler.  And he never sneaked off base again.

Corporal Dylan played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff

Let Me Go by Kirk

31 photos; 3:53 video

   Mike knew he had problems.  The 26 year old went from bouts of road rage to violent outbreaks that brought him to the point of hurting people he loved.  Macho as always, he knew he had to bring his anger under control before something worse happened:  and end him in prison or worse.
 
His buddy Jake, a marine home from Iraq, suggested he try an attitude adjustment.  “I’ll train you to fix that attitude of yours.”  “How, mother fucker?”   “You’ll see.  Come to my house Saturday at 7 AM.  And bring rope. “Why rope?”  “You not game?”  Mike agreed.  Friday after work he went to the Home Depot and purchased length diameters.  He arrived at Jake’s defiant as ever.  “Ok, shit head, begin my attitude adjustment!”
 
“Shut the fuck up and from now on, not a word, understand fuckface.”  Mike’s anger began to well up but he bit his tongue.  “Well, I am going to rope you like a pig.  Make you focus on yourself.  Feel your anger with no control.”  Mike had second thoughts when Jake tossed him a rag and a roll of duct tape. “We do this in pow training. Now, Start with your mouth: tape it up tight!.”  Mike knew he was at the point of no return and rolled the tape tightly gagging himself.  “Now fucker, on your knees hands behind your head and submit to the rope.”  Again Mike complied and submitted his body to Jake’s professional roping.
 
Jake looked down at Mike, fully restrained.  Mike roped his crossed wrists behind his back, nice and tight. He lashed his upper arms tightly to his sides by turning the rope around his torso.   Mike began to struggle.  His only result was skin burn on his wrists.  Jake turned Mike on his back, and bent his legs.  He tied them together at his knees and ankles.
 
“Now fucker, feel your anger and do something about it.”  Mike just moaned.  He realized he was helpless, his anger useless, and if he moved he only ripped his wrists to shreds and cramped his muscles.   He felt his pulse in his numbing arms and legs became aware of every trickle of sweat that poured forth from every pore on his body.  He realized he had no external control but complete internal control.  He sat in his misery and waited.
 
“Now the final adjustment,” Jake said.  “I have control of your body; you have control of your mind.  Which will win out?”  Mike XXXX his mind to focus as he waited what was to come, his breath heavy with fear.  Jake came down and hogtied him.
 
Can’t get out?  Go on, try!”  Jake watched for some fifteen minutes as Mike fought the bindings.  He turned all around the floor and got nowhere very fast.  He stopped. Exhausted.
 
“Untie me.” Mike demanded.  “Why, you pissed off?  Angry?  What you going to do about it?”  Mike realized that he was helpless and his anger only caused him rope burn. He stared at Jake.      “One two things left for your management lesson for today.  Jake knelt down, XXXX Mike on his side, and sat on his bent legs. He tickled his feet with no mercy.  Mike bucked and fought but could not stop the torture.  “Pissed off?  Who gives a shit?”  Jake finally stopped, exhausted.
 
“Your second lesson is patience with anger. There is no way you will get out of that roping.  So, just lay there for the night.  I’ll return in 24 hours and check in how you are doing. If you are still tied up we begin lesson three.” Jake left!   “Management my ass, I got to break out of this shit.”  Using all his anger Mike kicked and rolled and bucked and cursed, even freeing his gag and calling for help.  But alas, in the end he lay there, exhausted.  His anger subsided as he realized he lost control and was helpless.
 
“It’s going to be a long night,” he thought.  “I wonder what lesson three is?”      

Den of Thievs by Caitiff

23 photos

  How did he manage to get himself into this mess?, Joe wondered for the umpteenth time. Sure, he was as sick as everybody else in the neighborhood with the string of burglaries that the police couldn’t seem to solve. And when he and his brother Frank had seen the shadowy figure coming out of the window of Ms. Wilson’s house, Joe hadn’t thought anything of running after the man. Joe was on the track team in school and easily managed to follow the fleeing thief to the old abandoned McGreavy house. Unfortunately, Joe had lost Frank in the chase. Otherwise, Joe might had had some help when the thief’s partner jumped him right outside the house. Winded from his run, Joe was easily subdued, a hand clasped tightly over his mouth as another hand bent his arm painfully behind his back. Joe was XXXX into the house.
“What are we going to do with him?” The first thief asked his partner.
“If you hadn’t been so stupid as to be followed in the first place! We have too perfect a set up here to let you mess it up!” The second thief spat out, twisting Joe’s arm even harder.
“How as I supposed to know there would be a stupid kid following me. I ran as fast as I could. Look, al we got to do is get rid of him.”
“I ain’t taking a murder rap for some second rate stereo equipment a few diamond rings.”
“All right. Let’s tie him up then. Gag him tight so he can’t yell for help. we can clear out with our stuff by tomorrow. and this kid can spend the next week bound and gagged in this pit with the roaches while we get away. ”
Al right.” the partner agreed as the first thief gathered some clothesline,”But if you mess up again, you’ll be sitting tied up and gagged right next to him. I’m tired of your screw ups!”
The first thief seemed to take his partner’s words to heart as he tightly tied Joe’s hands behind his back. Joe tried to struggle as best as he could but the larger man holding him had him pinned and helpless. Wiggling his wrists, Joe soon realized that his chances of freeing himself weren’t good. More rope bound Joe’s feet and knees. The thief then grabbed a filthy rag from the floor of the derelict house and knotted it in the middle.
“Ok, time to gag our little snoop”, the first thief said. The hand over Joe’s mouth released it’s grip only to be replaced by the foul tasting gag that filled Joe’s mouth.
Bound and gagged, Joe was utterly at his captor’s mercy. They XXXX him into a back room and onto a musty couch.
“If you know what’s good for you, you'll stay put and quiet. Remember, we don’t have to feed you while you’re tied up here.” The second thief said before the left Joe to wait out his captivity.
Even though Joe knew it was useless, he continued to fight the ropes. But the ropes were tied to tightly and Joe was still too exhausted to accomplish anything.
  With nothing to do but sit tied up uncomfortably, Joe’s thoughts raced through his head. Would his brother Frank be able to find him and come back with help? What if the thieves decided they would be better off with Joe permanently out of the way? what if the thieves left him here and Joe couldn’t free himself? How long would he end up staying in this abandoned house, bound and gagged?
Just then Joe saw the window and got an idea. he dared not make any noise, even through his gag lest his XXXXers hear. But if somebody lived nearby, they might see joe was being held hostage and cal the police.
  Carefully Joe got to his feet and hopped as softly as he could over the window. Joe had no idea if anybody would see him but it was his only chance. Hopefully Frank had picked up his brother’s trail and would see him.
But Joe hadn’t been careful enough. A hand grabbed Joe’s shoulder and threw him away from the open window.
“Nice try.” The second thief said as he pushed Joe back to the couch.
For a second, Joe was worried the thieves would decide to do away with Joe right there and then. But they instead hog tied him on the couch. Now if Joe tried to move, al he would accomplish would be to fall to the floor and hurt himself.
  “You’re such a smart guy. Well now you can stay hog tied like that for the rest of the time. Don’t worry, after the first week, you get used to it.”
Now Joe was really uncomfortable. He was beginning to lose circulation in arms and feet and the gag that filled his mouth tasted so bad it was making him feel sick. Joe seriously doubted he could last out a week tied up and gagged like this.    Suddenly Joe heard a noise outside the house.
“Hey Joe! Joe! Are you in there?” Frank’s voice yelled out.
Oh no. Frank had picked up his trail but he didn’t know that Joe had been captured, his XXXXs waiting to spring a trap right inside the house. Joe had to warn his brother!
“Mmmmmm! Mmmpphhffmmmaaaaa!” Nothing but an incomprehensible groan escaped the gag’s thick material. Desperately he tried to force the rag out of his mouth but like his bonds, the gag had been tied too tightly.
  Joe heard the front door to the house creak open.
“Joe? You in here? Did you find ..Mmmmpph!?!” Joe heard his brother say, followed by the sounds of a scuffle.
Hog tied and gagged silent, Joe could only lay on the couch and hope for the best.     Joe played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff  

Orange Jocked

31 photos; 2:33 video

Model: Aaron
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/04/2005

Speedo

26 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Marcus Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/19/2005

Against the Clock by Caitiff

24 photos; 2:08 video

It would all soon be over, Detective Ted Daniels thought. Normal police procedure had been useless in nabbing Jimmy the Weasel. Just like his name sake, Jimmy always managed to squirm out of any charge brought against him because of lack of evidence. But Ted knew something else about Jimmy. To run his operation, Jimmy needed to keep some kind of records. And Ted knew that those records had to be in the house of Scotty McKrackin, Jimmy’s trusted friend. Of course going to get those records was hardly on the up and up. So he couldn’t tell anyone what he was doing.
A little jimmy on the lock and with XXXX drawn, Ted walked into the back door. It was dead quiet.
Maybe it was because Ted was so busy looking into the house for any sign of trouble or maybe Scotty McKrackin was just a really good sneak. But in either case Ted didn’t see McKrackin coming up from from behind. By the time Ted sensed a presence behind him, it was too late. A hard thud, a bright pain and everything went black.
..................................
  Ted awoke slowly and painfully, a low groan escaping his lips in Scotty McKrackin’s basement. This alerted his captor who was standing over Ted as he came too.
“What the ..MMPH!!”, was all Ted could say before Scotty McKrackin clamped his hand over Ted’s mouth.
“Got to keep you quiet”, Scotty said, one hand hand gagging ted while the other pulled a leather ball attached to a length of leather from his pocket. With one quick motion, Scotty shoved the ball gag cruelly into Ted’s mouth.
“Mmm-MMnnph!”, Ted moaned furiously through the gag. Desperately he tried to move but he found his hands and feet securely bound with rope.
  “I was told you might be dropping by.”, Scotty said as he tied a white cloth over Ted’s already gagged mouth to secure the ball gag even more, “So I whipped up a little surprise for you. Unfortunately it’s not quite ready” Scotty checked the ropes binding Ted and then walked upstairs.
If I’m going to get away, this is my chance, Ted thought. Ted was a strong man. He worked out every day and had the muscles to show for it. But bulging muscles didn't’ help much when you were bound and gagged. Ted twisted and strained ot get loose from the ropes binding him helpless. But try as he might, he didn't’ seem to be making much headway. Then Scotty came back downstairs.. with a BOMB!! I was going to save this for after I had left.”, Scotty said casually to his hostage. Tightly gagged, Ted could only glare at Scotty as he explained his plan. “You see, I already have a ticket a small nation with no extradition. And those records will be hidden again. But to cover my tracks I’m going ot use this little baby. And you’re going to go with it. You’ve made some friends of mine very angry. I think I should get a little extra bonus for taking care of you.” Scotty set the bomb on a chair nex to Ted and then activated it. It’s ticking echoed throughout the room.
“Mmmm!!”, Ted grunted angrily. But it was in vain. he was tied and helpless. With this stupid gag filing his mouth, he couldn’t even yell for help.
“Well, enjoy your last few moments of life. You have ten minutes.”, Scotty gloated before grabbing a suit case and walking out, leaving ted alone to spend the last moments of his life bound and gagged in the basement.
“ As he struggled, ted realised that ten minutes wasn't’ really that long of a time. And he seemed no closer to getting free of the ropes. What to do?
Fortunately Scotty hadn't’ tied Ted to the chair. He still had enough movement to hop up off the chair. After a few moments of making sure he had his balance, Ted hopped on bound feet to the chair where the bomb ticked away. Ted could see the wires and for a moment he considered trying to disarm it while he still tied up. But looking at the complexity of the wiring made ted reconsider his plan.
Looking at the clock, Ted realised he already wasted most of the time he had. His only chance was to get out of the house before it blew. Franticly he hopped as best he could towards the door. Getting up the stairs would be tricky. Doing door knobs with his hands bound behind his back could slow him down even more. Ted doubted his chances. But it was the only chance he had.
  Sweat was now streaming down Ted’s Face and neck. With his hands bound behind him, Ted couldn’t wipe the trickle of sweat from his eyes and he grunted and cursed into his gag in frustration. His entire body was becoming soaked. And this was what was going to save Ted. Almost without realising it, the sweat had acted as a lubricant between his hands and the rope. In his twisting, Ted managed to finally get his hands free!
Ted wasted no time that his good luck had given him. He undid his feet, ran up the stairs and out of the house just before it burst into flames.
Looking at the flaming wreck that had once housed the proof he so desperately thought, ted realised that Jimmy the Weasel had escaped again. He would never catch Scotty and the records were hidden again.
But Ted wasn’t going to quit. He’d bring down Jimmy another day.