Just His Socks

30 photos; 7:32 video

Again thanks to JW for sendign us that box of rugby kit ;-)

Model : Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/19/2020

Rugby Player for My Collection

25 photos; 7:54 video

Model Rhett Tucker

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 08/13/2020

Red Carded by LAshyguy

30 photos; 6:31 video

Chip had been playing soccer since he was kid, and he was damn good at it. He never played professionally, but it was always something he did to relax and keep in shape. Unfortunately, some of the other teams in his recreational league were still trying to recapture their glory days, and took things too seriously.

Brendan played for the Pythons, a fitting name when you got to know what a snake Brendan was. He would do anything to win, even if it meant breaking a rule of two to do it.

The Pythons were scheduled to play Chip’s team, the Bay City Detectives, in the finals for the championship. And Brendan knew well enough that Chip was the best player on the team. He thought the easiest solution would be to injure Chip right at the start of the game. Sure, he would get thrown out, but it would almost certainly guarantee The Pythons first place. Then, an awful idea struck him after downing one too many beers, one that he’d have to live with for the rest of his life.

The morning of the game, Brendan pulled up to Chip’s house. He knew he would have to be quick so the neighbors didn’t hear anything. Chip was in excellent shape, but Brendan had at least twenty pounds on him, and Brendan was confident he could overpower Chip.

Brendan grabbed a small bag out of his trunk containing some rope and a leather gag he received at his bachelor party as a joke a couple years ago. He rang Chip’s doorbell. There would be no talk. As soon as the door opened, Brendan would pounce and have Chip trussed up before he could react. The door open, and Brendan was on Chip before the word “Hello” could be uttered. Brendan shoved Chip back and muscled him to the ground.

“What the hell, Brendan,” Chip shouted.

“Sorry, man. You’re just too damned good, and I can’t have that on the field today,” Brendan replied. Brendan spilled out the contents of the bag, ready to fulfill his plan.

“Well, you’re not gonna have a choice,” Chip said as he quickly wriggled out of Brendan’s grasp and clamped his legs around Brendan’s head, securing it in a vice.

“Let…go…” Brendan said as Chip applied pressure.

“You didn’t know I’m also a trained MMA fighter, did you, Brendan,” Chip said with a wry smile on his face. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

“Go to hell,” Brendan replied. Chip squeezed his legs, and Brendan felt the pain intensify to the point where he almost XXXX. He quickly put his hands behind his back.

Chip grabbed some rope and secured Brendan’s hands behind his back in seconds.

“Eagle scout, too, asshole,” Chip said. With Brendan’s hand’s secured, Chip released the leglock and pounced on Brendan’s back.

It took less than a minute, even with Brendan trying to fight back. Soon, Brendan’s legs were tied.

“Let me go,” Brendan cried out, and that’s when the leather gag went into his mouth. Chip secured it tightly around Brendan’s head. “Mmmmph!”

“Much better,” Chip said. “I don’t want the neighbors hearing you once I do this.”

Chip grabbed Brendan’s soccer short and pulled. It resisted, but eventually the seams gave. Brendan cursed inaudibly and thrashed about, but there was nothing he could do.

“Sorry, but I have to admit that I’ve always wanted to see you with your shirt off. And I have to say, I’m not disappointed.”

Chip grabbed more rope and wrapped it around Brendan’s chest. He added more to Brendan’s wrists and legs, just to be safe, before standing up and admiring his work.

“I’m sorry, Brendan, but it looks like you’re going to miss the championship game. Considering that I was supposed to be in your current position if you had your way, I’m don’t really feel guilty about any of this. However, I’m not a complete jerk. That floor must be really uncomfortable.”

Chip pulled Brendan to his feet and threw him over his shoulder. Brendan marveled at Chip’s strength. What a mistake he made underestimating Chip.

Chip dropped Brendan onto the bed, walked over and lowered the blinds, then sat next to Brendan.

“Comfortable,” Chip asked.

“MMMMPHHH!”

“Judging by your expression, I’m going to guess that wasn’t a nice word. Anyway, one last thing.”

Chip grabbed one final piece of rope and proceeded to hogtie Brendan, ending any chances of his escape.

“That should keep you nice and secure until after the game. When I get back, I promise to untie you. However, I might have a little fun first.”

Brendan shook his head violently in protest.

“Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m not a monster. But I might not be back for a few hours. My buddies and I are probably going to hit the bar after we win the championship.”

Chip got up, shut the light and left the room.

As Brendan lay there listening to Chip’s car sail off in the distance, Brendan struggled until his muscles ached with exhaustion. As the hours ticked by awaiting Chip’s return, all Brendan could do was reflect on how stupid he was, and wonder what Chip would do when he returned.

The End.

Brenden played by Vincent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/08/2014

Buff and Bound

21 photos; 7:01 video

Model: Kevin
Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 11/14/2015

Defiant By Fidelis

26 photos

“GMMWHATMMDOING? GGGLLLHEEELLLPPPP!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Some ruffian had XXXX me down as I entered my home. I had struggled with my muscular captor, but to no avail. His heavy but firm body had pinned me to the floor – I could feel his bulging muscles pressing against me through my suit. I squirmed ineffectively beneath his bulk as he pulled my hands behind me and bound them tightly with rope.

“I demand that you unhand me…GGGGGLLLMMMPHH!”

“You’ll keep your trap shut if you know what’s good for you. I’ll put your lights out if you don’t shut up.”

This warning was a trifle superfluous since I was now biting down on a piece of knotted cloth. I had seen it pass before my eyes, and I seemed to be gagged with a bandanna. I did attempt to utter a protest against this impolite treatment, but I was a rewarded with a slap on the back of the head, and something sticky placed over my mouth. Hmm, I detected the scent of duct tape. What else could be so effective at keeping me really quiet? This was no amateur; he meant business. More tape was placed over my eyes. I lay there – my hands tied behind me, gagged and blindfolded, at the mercy of this muscular brute.

“GMMWHATMWANT? GGSSMEANINGMOHMTHIS?”

“Are you stupid? Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet? I guess you want to play rough.”

“MMMOOMMMPHHH! MMMOUCH!”

The fiend struck me, and then I felt his big hands grabbing me and dragging me roughly to my feet. Something hard was shoved into the small of my back. He patted me down, finding the wallet in the back pocket of my trousers. I shuddered as his hand fumbled with the button, squeezing my buttock in his haste. My goodness, but he did have big hands. I wondered what the rest of him was like. I could tell that he was tall and muscular, but what did he look like? Would I ever find out, as was I going to be robbed and left here helpless? Or perhaps something worse would happen to me. My brain was working overtime as I was pushed through my home.

“OK, we’ve gone far enough. Take a seat, mister.”

“MMMOUCH!”

The bastard hadn’t even sat me down on one of my comfy chairs. I could tell that he had made me down on one of the wide window sills that this old house sported.

“GGGMMAAAAHHH! MMNOTSMMTIGHT! GGMINDMSUIT!”

He was winding rope uncomfortably tightly around my knees and ankles. If he ruined my new suit, I was going to be really ticked off. I had just paid a bundle for it, and I didn’t think that my insurance would pay for a new suit.

“You sit there, nice and tight, big boy, while I see what kind of stuff you’ve got lying around this dump. Sheesh, that fancy car you’re driving and that expensive suit of yours made me think that you were loaded, but there doesn’t seem to be much around here. I’m going to find out – let’s hope that you have something worth taking. Otherwise, I’m going to be really pissed off.”

Hmmph, what an unmannerly lout, criticizing my humble abode, whilst an uninvited guest! Not just unmannerly, but a lout with an undiscriminating eye. Why, my Bokhara alone was worth a few grand, and then there were my first editions…hmmm, perhaps I was lucky that he did seem to be such an uncultivated boor. I was quite attached to my precious possessions. In the meantime, I wasn’t going to sit there like a bump on a log. My previous struggles had ticked him off – I was interested to see what he would do if I did manage to get free. Besides, I was a bit uncomfortable – sitting on the hard window sill was likely to give me piles. I tentatively began to test the ropes. Damn, but they were tight. Once again I realized that this fellow was no amateur. He must have done this before.

“Whaddya think you’re doing. I told you to sit tight! Geez, but you are real dimwit, aren’t you?”

“GGGGLLLLLAAAAAAAMMMPHHH!”

He had grabbed my tasteful silk tie and was twisting it in a way that constricting my breathing. He certainly was being quite rough. I felt a familiar twitching. If only I could see what he looked like….

“MMMMOUUUCCHHHHH!”

My wish was answered almost immediately. I had the feeling that my eyebrows were no longer as thick as they had been, but I was finally able to get a good look at my captor. I felt the bandanna tied between my tooth get wetter as my salivary glands went into action. My, but he was a brawny specimen – big and blond and built like a tank. His leather jacket and jeans were unable to conceal his quite spectacular physique. This guy wasn’t a gym bunny; he had got that incredible body either through hard manual labour or from playing sports. It was a good thing that I was gagged – otherwise I would have been drooling in an unbecoming way.

“There, now you won’t be going anywhere. That should keep you safe and sound for quite a while. Now I’ve got to finish going over this joint. You must have SOMETHING worth taking!”

I was a in a pretty pickle. The rope that was around my neck was quite snug – I now had an excellent view of my knees. I also had a raging erection – I could feel myself oozing. Darn, even if my suit wasn’t ruined by the rough usage that I had experienced, it was going to be stained, and stained in most embarrassing place. I tried to shift my body, to make myself more comfortable. If only I had a free hand…but then if my hands were free, this situation wouldn’t be half as much fun. Trussed up and gagged by a handsome, muscular robber. What more could a fellow want? I winced as I heard crashing and smashing sounds. This guy might be a stud, but I had the uneasy feeling that my collection of Sandwich glass was no more. I suppose that it was too much to hope that I would be taken captive by an attractive and erudite thief.

“Damn you, there isn’t anything in this place but a bunch of junk. It was barely worth the cost of gas to follow you here. Come on, tell me where you’ve the good stuff hidden!”

He undid the rope around my neck and then ripped open my shirt and pulled on my necktie. I nearly shot my load when he did this. His huge hands wandered over my body, before he shoved me back into the corner.

“Are you going to tell me where you’ve got the good stuff, or am I going to have to work you over?”

I muttered defiantly through my gag, and glared at him. This fellow was going to find that it would take a lot of working over to make me talk!

The End

Model played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/08/2005

Skinnyboy

24 photos; 5:11 video

We like to see Donovan hog tied

Model:  Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

The Bored Guard

20 photos; 3:14 video

"Its so boring down here.
Why am I guarding a filing cabinet anyway?"

The Guard played by Felix Fox
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12-14-2020




Tags: uniform, GID, stuff gag, cleave gag, socks, black socks, hog tie

The Sports Fan

25 photos; 7:29 video

The Bound Jock played by Andy
The Sports Fan played by Coop
Special Thanks to Slade Lycan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/26/2020

Hog Tied and Hustled

30 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Wolfric
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2020

Ripped Jeans

28 photos; 5:22 video

Model: Raphael

Photography : Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/12/2014

Spanked Cub

21 photos; 9:38 video

Model:  Tiger

Photographer: Slade

Date of Production: 10/10/2014

Jet Lag by Caitiff

26 photos

Outside the noises of Paris filled the air. But inside John’s hotel room, all he cared about was getting some XXXX.

John had not traveled thousands of miles to see the sites. He had an important business meeting. Unfortunately John did travel well. The jet lag was awful. As soon as he got to the hotel he stripped to his underwear and fell on to the bed.

In his hurry, John had neglected to lock the door.

Even though he was dead tired, John couldn't seem to actually fall asleep. There was too much noise. And was that someone knocking at the door?

Grumbling to himself, John got up to answer the door. However there was no one there. Maybe he had imagined it.

No, the robbers had simply hidden in the bathroom when they entered the room. With their concealed items drawn, John reflexively lifted his hands.

John’s french was abysmal. But the robbers made their intentions plain when they took out rope and quickly bound the young executive’s hands behind his back. The ropes bit into John’s muscled arms.

Then to insure that their captive wouldn’t alert anyone, they gagged him with tape over his mouth. John could only stare at the two men in fear and anger, bound and gagged as he was.

While one man used more rope to bind John’s legs at the knees and ankles, his partner ransacked the room.

“Mmm!”, John let out a muffled cry when they found his lap top and stuffed it into a back pack. Next was his wallet with all the euros he had just had converted from dollars.

John struggled on the bed, bound gagged and half naked. Strangely while his stuff was being taken by one robber, the other watched John intently. What at first seemed to be just guard duty seemed more sinister when the man check the ropes binding John and have his hands linger over John’s nearly naked body. John worked out a lot in the company gym and it showed.

“Mmmmffmmm?!”, John let out a protest when the robber began squeezing this ass. He did not like being fondled while in such a helpless state. He had no way to fend off the robber’s advances. These men could do whatever they wanted to John and John couldn't’ even protest because of the gag.

When the men had taken everything of value they could, John could hear them talk amongst themselves. John’s French was not very good but he could still understand most words. Apparently these guys thought he wouldn’t know what they were saying.

“That’s all then?”

“Yes. Should we just leave him here.”

The robber who had been feeling up John gave him a look.

“This is a rich American. He probably has even more money. I say we take him with us and ransom him off.”

John grunted and shook his head. IF he hadn't’ been gagged, he would have tried to talk them out of it. It was obvious that the one robber wanted more from John then mere ransom. John subconsciously tried to cover his ass with his bound hands as far as the ropes would allow him.

“Agreed. Just don’t get too attached like the last one. You and Americans.”

“We’ll leave him hog tied and then smuggle him out in a clothes hamper.”

And so John was hog tied, his hands and feet bound by more rope. Desperately John struggled against his bondage, moaning through his gag for help that would never arrive. John could only wait for his soon to be shanghaiers to come get him.

The End

John played by Connor

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:04/29/2010

Nothing But His Socks by Kurt

26 photos; 5:56 video

Danny slowly came to, his eyes squinting in the bright morning sunlight that streamed through a nearby window. He was awake, but...something wasn't right. He remembered meeting some of the guys at the bar last night, Dave, Eddie...who else? Was supposed to be a dude's night out. Danny knew he'd had a few beers, but nothing near what would make him pass out. What the hell...?

Grunting, he tried to move, and realized he was lying on a bed. Glancing down his body, he was shocked to see he was nude, except for his white sports socks! A gag was tied in his mouth, and his arms were pulled back, bound tightly at the wrists. His ankles were also crossed and tied with rope, cinched 3 or 4 times around his feet. His strong, muscular body felt weak somehow...drained. His cock was semi-hard, and he had the weird feeling he had recently shot a load. What the hell was going on?? Taking some deep breaths, he tried to pull himself together and started to struggle against the bonds. There wasn't a lot of rope holding him, but they were thick and knotted tightly. He rolled around, pulled, struggled, his cock and ball sac flopping around as he desperately tried to escape. His efforts were in vain as the ropes held, and he couldn't even loosen the gag in his mouth. His efforts were suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Ah, good morning, Danny," an accented male voice said, "I trust you had a good XXXX?"

"Mmmpphh!! Urrppphhh??" Danny replied.

Turning his head, he saw a figure in the doorway, speaking into a cellphone.

"Yeah, this one we got last night is ready. Yeah, he's hot, fucking hot...he'll bring a damn good price tonight."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!"

The End

Model: Aiden

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/06/2014

The Red Bandanna

36 photos; 4:38 video

Model: Isaiah
Photography by LAshyGuy


Date of Production: 10/08/2020

Gagged and Handled

20 photos; 4:59 video

Model: Dante
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/04/2020

Gagged Jock

25 photos; 3:40 video

Model Boone Butler
Rope Work by LAShyGuy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 09/26/2020

Down and Out

20 photos; 3:59 video

Model: Dominic

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/18/2011

The Bad Room Mate

32 photos; 4:41 video

Model: Rex

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/08/2014

Good Citzenship By Caitiff

19 photos

After months of incarceration, Jimmy was finally free from the juvie hall that asshole judge had sent him too. Well, almost free. Jimmy had managed to get out through a ventilation shaft and sneak into a quiet neighborhood without anybody noticing. However, he was still without cash or even clothing except for the stuff he escaped with, including a shirt that had substance abuse center printed on the back. If he didn't do something, Jimmy would find himself right back in prison.

Fortunately an old butter spreader he had found in a trash can and a flimsy lock on an empty apartment was taking care of that problem. Now all Jimmy had to do was steal a few clothes and valuables for spending cash...

Whack! Before Jimmy knew what hit him, he was laid out on the floor.

A few hours later and Jimmy woke up with the worst headache he had ever had. He was sore and stiff and his mouth was totally dry. Jimmy couldn't explain it, until a hand began smacking him in the face.

"Wakey Wakey!" A patronizing voice siad.

With start, Jimmy's eyes popped open and immediately assessed his situation. Jimmy was tied tightly by several lengths of rope around his hands, arms and legs. Meanwhile, several strips of tape had been plastered over his mouth, sealing it shut.

"Mmm mmuuMkkk!" Was all Jimmy could get out as a large man, his captor,XXXX him to stand on his bound and wobbly legs.

"Let's have a look at ya then!" The man said as he stood back and admired his rope work and Jimmy." Not much to look at but oh well. I couldn't help noticing how you were going into an apartment that I'm pretty sure you don't live at. And me being old fashioned, well I thought I should help you get back on the right path"

Jimmy didn't know what kind of freak this guy was but he knew he had to get loose. He immediately began to pull at his bonds, trying to free himself. This seemed to amuse Jimmy's captor. With a smile, he pushed Jimmy over with one little finger. With a thud, Jimmy fell to the ground. It suddenly dawned on Jimmy that he was totally helpless and at the mercy of some nut with a thing for bondage!

" I used to be a boys scout. Got my badge for knots first thing. Kind of a hobby of mine. And speaking of the Boy Scouts...Wait right here."

The man ran out of the apartment. Seeing his chance, Jimmy struggled with the ropes. Unfortunately, the crazy man had been as good as his word. Though his hands were tied in front of him, he couldn't get them up to his face. he also couldn't reach the knots with his fingers. Jimmy was still struggling and rolling on the floor when the man came back holding a book.

"Still here? Good. I got my Boy Scout Manual right here. I think you can use it more then me. Let's see. Chapter one, Good citizenship..."

For the next several hours, Jimmy was XXXX to endure a punishment far worse then anything the penal system had short of the XXXX penalty, being bound and gagged while a crazy former boy scout read his manual word for incredibly boring word. And even that wasn't as bad as when Jimmy's captor brought out slides. And then educational films from the fifties. Every time Jimmy looked as if he was about to go aXXXX, he was hit on the head with the Boy Scout Manuel, hard!

By the time the man was finished, Jimmy was prepared to do anything the man wanted him to do. Jimmy was willing to be this man's personal sex slave if only he didn't have to watch "Don't be a Dirty Duck! You and Personal Hygiene" EVER AGAIN!

But Jimmy's captor didn't want sex.Jimmy wasn't going to get that lucky. Instead he carried Jimmy into the kitchen and sat him down on a small table. Shoved into a tight little corner, Jimmy could only guess at what horrible fate awaited him next.

"and I hope you've learned an important lesson today" the man siad and stuck a sheet of paper on the wall. In marker, it read "I am a thief. Arrest me!"

"I imagine the occupants of this apartment should be home tonight. So you stay right here and wait for them like a good citizen. I'll be by every so often to check up on you" and the man then left.

Realizing he didn't have a chance of getting free and that the crazy man was going to be watching him, Jimmy could only sit back and wait.

If he was lucky, Jimmy would be safely back in prison by morning.

The End

Jimmy played by Angel

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/23/2003

Chad Hog Tied

23 photos; 7:36 video

Model: Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/19/2011

Hog Tied Corporal

35 photos; 3:59 video

Model: Hunter
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/28/2020

Trapped in a Hotel With Slade

21 photos; 4:16 video

Never let Slade get you alone

Victim: Axl James
Photography by Slade

Date of Production: 10/26/2020

Yellow Racer

25 photos; 3:51 video

Model: Wolfric
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Productionj: 10/25/2020

In His Comfy Pajamas

30 photos; 7:23 video

Model: Derek

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/22/2014