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

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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

Bubble Butt

26 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Troy

Date of Production: 08/10/2019

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.

Punk Ass Bitch by Caitiff

28 photos

"Hey Pig! You can't keep me!" Steve Yeager, the thuggish looking youth in the back of Officer Gold's patrol car.

"Shut up" was all Officer Gold said as he continued driving down some back roads into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Steve, however, continued to cop an attitude. Seventeen and already he knew it all. He was a high school drop out with a record longer then his arm. But as long as his rich Daddy was willing to grease a few palms, talk to a few golfing buddies, this didn't mean much to Steve.

Until Officer Gold saw him, hanging out on a street corner. Steve didn't see Gold. Not at first, But when Steve snatched some fruit from the bag of an old lady carrying her groceries home. All Steve wanted was a little fun to kill time. He was going to give the pleading old bag her fruit back..eventually. But he never had a chance. Before Steve knew he was there, Officer Gold had pushed his face into the sidewalk and pinned Steve's arms behind him so he could be cuffed.

"Here you go, M'am." said Gold , handing her her stolen food.

"Oh thank you officer! It's such a shame that we have to put up with ruffians like this! They should teach these young men how to show some manners!""

"Yes. Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

 That had been ten minutes ago. And during that ten minutes, Steve had been screaming at Gold to let him to, that his father would have his badge, that he was going to file police brutality, ect ect...

Officer Gold was unimpressed.

Finally they arrived. But it wasn't the police station. At least none that Steve had ever seen all the other times he had been arrested. Gold pulled Steve out by one arm and led him to the door of a small house.

"Hey! What the fuck! This isn't the police station! What' going on here!" Steve protested as he was led inside.

 Gold's reply was quick and to the point. He tripped Steve, sending him crashing to the ground.

 "What the Mmmmpphhh!" Gold's hand tightly clamped over Steve's mouth, cutting off the invectives. The hard, cold look in Officer Gold's eyes kept Steve quiet as much as the hand over his mouth did.

"In case you haven't noticed," Gold explained in a matter of fact way that belied the dangerous look in his eyes," You are cuffed and under my control. No one can hear you, no one knows you are here. I can do anything I want with you and no one will ever know. Do you understand?"

Steve gave a weak nod.

 "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page here. But still, I think I'll keep you quiet for a while." Steve soon had a small rubber ball on a strap being XXXX into his mouth. it was then tightened into place. The foul taste of the ball filled his mouth and Steve thought he was going to be sick.

Gold then sat his prisoner on a chair and soon had out clothesline with which he immobilized Steve. Steve's arms were XXXX back and his shoulders and elbows were tied uncomfortably together. Then more rope went around his torso, knees and ankle's. Steve gave out a groan as he he vainly tested his bonds.

 "Don't be a wussy" Gold said, smacking Steven on the side of the head. Gold then went and turned on TV and began watching.

 What the hell was going on? thought Steve. And how was he going to get out? A million scenarios ran through his mind, none of them good. This cop was obviously psycho. For all Steve knew, he was about to be XXXXd and murdered by some serial killer cop! And Gold was right about no one knowing where he was. Steve could expect no help. But maybe, if Steve could get this guy to take the ball gag out his mouth, he could be convinced he was worth more alive then dead! His Dad was filthy rich. He had more money then he knew what to do with, as Steve well knew since he had forged a number of checks with his dad's name on them and the old man never seemed to notice. Steve could buy his way out this with his father's just like he had every other problem he had ever had.

 "Mmmm mmmpphh mmm!" Steve grunted. He needed to explain to this guy that Steve could pay any ransom. But the gag made everything he said an unintelligable mumble.

 "Don't talk with your mouth full" Gold said, his eyes never leaving the TV as it showed Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

"Maa Mmmmhhaa Mmmmnnneeee!" Steve said, trying to enunciate the words 'I have money' as well as he could through the gag. Gold turned to Steve.

"Excuse me?"

 "Mmmaaa...Kaaa...Mpeeee...Ooooo....Mmmmphhnnneee!" Steve grunted out as best he could.

 "You can pay me money?" Gold asked back, finally getting what Steve was trying to say. Steve vigorously shook his head yes.

Gold turned back to the TV. "You should know money isn't what I want you for."

A cold chill ran down Steve's spine. If this guy didn't want money then there had to be only one thing this guy wanted. Though his dad had always bailed him out, Steve had been in jail long enough to know what young tight ass like his was worth to the cons in jail. Could the cops be any different?

 Steve seemed to get his answer when Gold called someone on the phone. Steve strained to hear what was being said.

"Right, I got him....Just like you wanted him......The training should take a little while, like we discussed, then he's all your's to with as you please....Don't worry about it, I can MAKE him cooperative. ... Ok, be here at three and you decide if you still want him or not. Good bye."

 Shit! Steve wasn't going to just get XXXXd, he had been sold into some kind of white slavery ring! And now his buyer, probably some rich perverted dude as old as dirt, was going to take him home as his personal sex slave. And there wasn't a damn thing Steve could do about it!

 At three, Steve was untied from the chair though he remained cuffed and gagged. Then his pants were stripped off, leaving him in his boxers.

Steve tried vainly to fight but Gold was much bigger then he was, knew how to restrain someone, and wasn't already cuffed and gagged like his prisoner was. Steve's feet were soon tied and he was let squirming on the floor as Gold went to answer the door.

All sorts of thoughts were racing through Steve's mind. Was this guy going to fuck him right on the floor? Was the cop going to join in too? What if he didn't wan to buy Steve, what would happen to him? Would they at least use lube?

 Then the man at the door came into the room and like Steve expected, it was an old guy. What Steve didn't expect was that the old guy was Steve's DAD!?

"Mmmmpphhh!!" Mmmm-mmmm!" Steve exclaimed though his gag. Was he going to be ransomed after all?

"Hello son," Steve's father said with a sigh. And Steve suddenly noticed that his dad wasn't too quick to untie his bound son or that the cop didn't seem particularly mindful of having his hostage's father running around his house. Gold had gone back to watching TV. Enterprise was on. What was going on?

 "I'm sorry but this is for your own good." Steve's father continued, "I can't let you go to prison but I can't keep cleaning up your messes anymore either. This officer says he can teach you some manners. Hopefully, you'll be free in time for your eighteenth birthday when your records get sealed. A clean slate...wouldn't that be nice?"

 What the fuck! His own dad had had him XXXX? And he would be let go when he turned 18? That was six months from now! And being bound and gagged all that time, held prisoner by some. psycho cop?! Steve would have preferred to be sold as a sex slave.

 "Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Steve moaned but his dad wasn't listening. Steve was soon alone with Officer Gold.

"I think we'll try a hog tie. That should settle you down enough for me to finish watching Roswell."

Six months later, it took almost the entire time, but Steve did eventually reform. He even got used to the taste of the ball gag in his mouth.

The End

Steve played by Philip

Photography by Caitiff

Jock'd

32 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Aaron

Photography by Caitiff

Caught With His Pants Down

25 photos; 4:53 video

Bound Guy Played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/18/2019

Poor Little Rich Boi by Zac

25 photos; 5:33 video

Basic Training by Fidelis

29 photos; 3:18 video

Ohhhhh. Sergeant Mike Brown tried to rub his aching head. What had happened? He had heard loud music, drunken shouting and smelled doobie. He had gone to investigate, and thenPOW!!! Something had slammed into his jaw, and everything had gone dark. What the fuck? Why were his hands tied together? And his feet? He was going to kick some ass. If those new recruits thought that they could get away with something like this, they had better think again. Once he got his hands on them, those sorry little bastards were going to wish that they were still at home with Mommy to tuck them in.
"You buggers, you come and untie me now!!! "
"Hey, Sarge, you got a problem?"
"You, youI should have known that you were behind this, Creighton. You're in BIG trouble now! I'm gonna rip your balls off!"
"Gee, I'm scared, Sarge. Can't you see me shaking? That's mighty big talk from someone who's all tied up. I'm tired of listening to you. You're spoiling our fun. Open up, Sarge."
"Don't you even think about..GGGGMMMMMMPPHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Sarge? Cat got your tongue? You're not so tough now, all tied up and gagged. Just you sit there like a good Sergeant. You don't want to be a party pooper, do you? The kids are finally having a good time."

Fucking punk! Mike pulled at the new ropes that Creighton had added to his bindings. The foul taste in his mouth seemed to be getting worse. Yuck. No matter what he did, he couldn't loosen the gag or the ropes. He howled through the gag. What the hell were those kids on? They were getting louder and louder, hooting and hollering. "Yeah, Creighton, go for it! Bring the bastard in!"
"Hey, Sarge, guess what? The boys want you to join the party. Isn't that nice of them? It seems that they're all kind of frisky and need some release. I mentioned that you were out here, ready and willing to give them what they want. What do you think about that?"
"MMMNNNOOOOO!" Sergeant Brown screamed into his gag as Creighton grabbed his feet and started to drag him towards the room full of horny young men. This couldn't be happening to him! OH SHIT!!!!!

Waking Up by Kirk

18 photos; 3:03 video

It was the last straw.  The anger had been building for years.  He snapped.  Twenty-six year old Eric was livid with rage.  He had taken abuse from his older brother Tommy since he was a kid.  Tommy would beat the shit out of him.  Tommy would jump him, tie him up, and leave him fir hours.  As they got older, Tom my would sabotage his dates with his girlfriends, steal and destroy his homework, even call his boss at work and accuse him of stealing parts from the job.  Eric moved out when he was sixteen.  But Tommy kept ragging him, an obsession to destroy his younger brother at any cost.
 
And Eric snapped.  He had prepared his supplies:  Rope and Duct tape.  He had no remorse, no second thoughts.  It would be murder.  Simple murder.  Yet, revenge.  Ultimate revenge.  Eric got to Tommy’s house knowing his Saturday morning routine:  his boy friend would be drunk and crashed out from the night, and good boy Tommy would do the house cleaning.  Eric crawled through the basement window with the broken lock and waited.
 
Eric remembered.  It had been the last straw.  He was sixteen and Tommy jumped him when he got home from school.  Eric had put up a good fight but his brother was stronger and soon had his wrists tied behind his back.  Eric struggled as his brother stripped him and bound him.  Gagged and blindfolded, Tommy dumped the naked bound boy in the back of his car and drove at 1 AM to the high school football filed where he dumped his kid brother at the 40 yard line.  Eric struggled for hours until he finally got free and walked home at 4 AM naked through the streets.  Completely humiliated but grateful nobody had seen him, he left that night. 

Eric hit him.  Hit him hard.  Tommy, carrying the laundry basket down the stairs slumped to the floor.  Eric looked at his brother, hatred welling up in side of him.  He lifted his unconscious brother and put him in a chair.  Eric was breathing heavy.  His heart was exploding in his chest as he crossed Tommy’s wrists behind him and began to bind them.  It felt good, very good as he pulled with all his might at the rope tying his brother’s hands.  “You roped mine so fuckin tight I had rope burn for days,” he spoke to his brother, who was moaning and awaking.  Eric quickly neutralized his brother legs and feet, and roped his arms and legs to the chair.  He liked it, the feeling of control he finally had over Tommy, who just awoke and begin to get his bearings and test his ropes. 
 
“What the fuck are you doing?  Get me out of these ropes or I will beat the shit out of you your worthless pile of shit!”   Eric grabbed his brother by the throat with one hand and shoved his hand over his mouth with another.  “You are going to die today you mother fucker!”  Tommy began to buck his body at the ropes as Eric shoved a sock from the basked down his Tommy’s throat and tapped gagged him.  Tommy began to squirm in the chair and bang it around and cursed under his gag, but Eric had been planning to rope his brother for years and Tommy was going nowhere.
 
Tommy helplessly watched as Eric put the clothes in the washing machine.  He set the cycle for 30 minutes.  As the clothes began to wash, Eric spent the half hour getting revenge on his brother.  He beat and kicked the bound man as Tommy, defiant with rage; gag mumbled how he planned to kill Eric when he got free.  The buzzer sounded, and Eric moved the wet cloths to the gas dryer.
 
“You kill me.  You have it wrong, mother fucker!  I kill you - you son of a bitch!”  Tommy, now sweat covered from his struggles and abuse, watched as Eric unhooked the gas line from the back of the dryer.  Soon Tommy smelled the natural gas filling the room.
 
“It should take some time.  This is a big room.  I’ll be watching for the explosion!”
 
Eric left.  Tommy went ballistic.  He was terrified and fought his bindings, moving the chair all around the room.  The gas kept escaping from the cloth’s dryer.  Tommy was screaming, hoping his boy friend would hear, but the gag made it impossible.  He finally slumped and began to sob in the ropes, shaking in fear.
 
The gas hissing stopped. 
 
Eric shoved his head through the window.
 
“You are dead meat.  You will not know when or where.  You are dead meat.”
 
Eric left helpless Tommy slumped and defeated bound and gagged. 
 

Roy Toy

25 photos

Model: Roy

Photographer: Caitiff

Exchange Student by Kirk

30 photos

            Nicoli was helpless as his captors finished restraining him.  “Now we prepare the box.”  “The box????” Nicoli helplessly mumbled.  “Yes, Nicoli.  See we have a large wooden box.  I will tie you up into a little ball.  You’ll be XXXXed and put in the box, taken to the airport and by private jet returned home.  Your brothers should have been broken by torture when you arrive, and they will have the pleasure of watching you executed! They began to drill air holes in the box.  Another rag was placed around Nicoli’s eyes.  He heard scuffing sounds, and then all was quiet.
 
            Nicoli figured his captors had left.  He had to break free and save Tommy.  Ignoring his blindfold and gag, Nicoli bucked in the ropes.  He remembered how, when he was a kid, he endured the pain as he sawed his wrists free.  Loosing no time, he once again began twisting his wrists.  Slowly, so slowly, yet his fingers finally reached a knot.  Fumbling and sweating, he worked the knot and got his wrists free.  Freeing his legs he pulled the blindfold off his eyes.  The chair with Tommy was gone!  Where did they take him?  Finally unroped, Nicoli went to the kitchen to get a knife as a weapon where he found Tommy and his two captors sitting around the table drinking beers.  At once they began to laugh at Nicoli’s perplexed look.
 
            “Well you said you could break out of anything you were tied up in?  And you wished you had a chance to try. We just wanted to give you a challenge and a little good old USA initiation!”  Nicoli soon realized that it was a practical joke.  He noticed Tommy’s arms:  roped burned.  He looked at his own wrists and saw the same.  “Yeah, Nicoli, these buddies of mine are XXXXs for hire.  Makes cool fun at parties.”  Nicoli joined the laughter and the beer.  And before the night was over, he and Tommy had been roped, back-to-back, legs bent and tied, and were struggling to get out of a wooden box.

Nicoli played by Finest Young

Photography by Caitiff

Snip and Tuck by John

42 photos; 2:19 video

 Jarred watched his playmate Chris struggle against the ropes with an evil grin on his face. Jarred and Chris had been getting together regularly for about a year now and tieing up each other for the fun of it. Jarred was amused at his handy work today though.
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself this time!” Jarred said, “Looks like reading all those boy scout books along with the Bound & Gagged magazines has finally paid off!”
“MMMMPPPPFFFUCKMOFF” Chris struggled to get the words
out of his mouth, but he could only grunt out so much with that big green ball gag stuffed down his throat. Jarred just sat in the corner and laughed.
  “Here, roll over, I need to try out my hog-tie skills on ya now.” Jarred said. And with that, Chris was on his stomach with his legs being pulled back towards his head
“MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHFFFOUCH” screamed Chris.
Jarred was a bit of a sadistic fucker, and Chris knew this, as he almost covered his arms with rope, it seemed to Chris that Jarred was never gonna finish tieing the rope.
Jarred moved in closer to Chris and grabbed his face and said “Now don’t get scared but I really don’t like those underwear and that t-shirt you are wearing. So I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to get rid of them for you!” Chris nor Jarred had ever been naked in front of each other before. They had never gone past just being in their underwear. Just the thought of being naked in front of his friend made Chris start to get hard. Of course, Jarred saw this and grabbed his cock and said “WOW! Looks like someone is getting a little excited.”
  *SNIP* *SNIP* Chris was getting pissed at Jarred now because his mother had just bought him this new underwear, and now his friend was cutting them off.
“Oh, well lookie here!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM” moaned Chris.
“Damn bro, you got quite a cock on you.” Chris was harder than he had ever been before. For some reason being tied up and now naked in front of his good friend Jarred for the first time, was really turning him on.

 But of course, Jarred being the sadistic fucker that he was said “Well let’s get you back on your stomach so I’m not tempted to play with that cock of yours bro!” And with that, Chris was back on his stomach with his bare ass now up in the air. Chris was starting to worry though. He knew that he had liked guys, but was hoping that Jarred wasn’t going to take advantage of him now that he was naked. He wanted the first time with a guy to be a special one, not one where he was tied up and struggling to get out of his ropes. As Chris started to think more about this, he began struggling to get out of the ropes that were confining him and felt like their grip was getting tighter and tighter.

Chris finally managed to get back on his backside and of course, Jarred laughed once again as he held Chris’ cock in his hand. “Damn Mister, Your cock isn’t goin
soft yet!”

 “MMMMRRRRRPPPFFFFWAIT” Chris yelled
“You are probably thinking up some sick perverted way that you want me to play with you while you are helpless.” Jarred said to Chris. This could be farther from the truth.
Chris, finally exhausted from struggling against his ropes and was eager to get of the bondage, looked at Jarred with the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. “What? You think that is gonna get you out bro?” said Jarred. “You’re gonna have to get free like you always do man!”

 “MMMMMMPPPPPPRRRRRFFFFFSHITHEAD!” moaned Chris as Jarred slapped some white duct tape over his mouth and eyes.
“Now you can?t give me that look anymore bro. I almost felt sorry for you there for a second. NOT!” said Jarred as he laughed at his friend.
“I’ll be back later to check and see if you are free yet. I’ve worked up quite an appetite laughing and sitting there watching you struggle. I’m gonna go grab a quick bite to eat.” As Jarred said walking out of the room and leaving poor Chris there defenseless and naked with his cock still hard.

Chris played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

Cuffed Cop

30 photos; 4:18 video

Cuffed Cop played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production :  07/13/2019

Put In Storage

28 photos; 4:44 video

Victim played by Dominic
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

Date of ProductionL 08/03/2012

Internal Rope and Gag Service

20 photos; 4:22 video

You've Been Benched by Soft Touch

25 photos

            “Hello Blake.”
            Referee Blake had been busy looking for his silver whistle so he was surprised to see two strange men in his private locker room.  Both of them were really big men like ex-football players or something.  One of them had his hair cut in a severe crew-cut and the other had a big gold tooth in his smile.
            “Is there something I can do for you?” Referee Blake asked politely.
            “Yea,” Crew Cut drawled.  We sent you a letter, but I guess we forgot to stamp it.”
            “You were told that the Marmadots were supposed to lose,” Gold Tooth moved closer to Blake.
            “But you just kept on handing out them red cards and benching our Tweelers until they lost,” Crew Cut drawled as he moved around behind Blake.
            “Listen, this locker room is private. If you have any questions about any calls I’ve made, you need to take those up with the main office,” Blake explained nervously as he tried to keep his eyes on both of the big men.
            “No, we’re taking it up with you!” Crew Cut growled as he suddenly pinned both of Blake’s arms behind his back.
            “Take your hands off of me!  I’ll call security!”
            “Go ahead and call,” Gold Tooth smiled as he moved close to Blake’s chest.  “Call as loud as you like.”
            Blake opened his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he did Gold Tooth mashed a damp cloth over his face and, as soon as Blake took a deep breath to yell, all sorts of sweet numbing fumes rushed into his nose and mouth.
            The next thing Blake knew he was being propelled toward the door by the two big men.  He tried to struggle and he tried to tell them to stop, but those sweet fumes kept filling up his head until he felt as light as a balloon.
            When Blake’s vision cleared again, he was sitting in the back seat of somebody’s car and being wedged in by Crew Cut and Gold Tooth sitting on either side of him.  Part of his brain was trying to protest that this couldn’t be happening to him while the rest of his brain was trying to tell him that now his hands had been tied together in front of him, his mouth had been stuffed full of cloth, and now Crew Cut was holding his mouth shut while a smiling Gold Tooth was plastering strips of adhesive tape all over his mouth and chin and cloth-bulged cheeks.
            “What are you doing to me?” Blake tried to ask, but all he could make was a frightened moan way back in his throat.
            “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Crew Cut growled at him.
            Then that damp cloth was being held over Blake’s nose again and he had no choice but to breathe more and more of the dizzying sweet fumes until –
            The next thing Blake knew he was awake, but he couldn’t see because more of that adhesive tape had been plastered over his eyes.  And he was being pulled along by his tied hands and walking, but he couldn’t see where he was going.  Then he heard a door open and a door close and he guessed that he was now inside of someplace, but inside of someplace where?
            “Please let me go,” Blake moaned behind his taped-over lips.
            “Sounds like some kind of sick cow,” Gold Tooth laughed.
            “Yea, maybe the Boss will let us milk him later,” Crew Cut taunted.
            Then they pushed Blake’s body down on the hard floor and they were none too gentle as they tied his wrists to his crossed ankles.
            “Okay Referee Blake, you just sit right there while we make a phone call.”
            Blake listened to their heavy footsteps going away from him and he waited until he was pretty sure that he was alone.  Then he began twisting his wrists against the harsh ropes and he tried to pull his hands free from his ankles, but the ropes still held him tight until he heard those heavy footsteps coming back toward him.

            “So what did the Boss say?” Blake heard Gold Tooth say.  “Can we start milking him now?”
            “No the Boss is coming over.  He wants to handle Referee Blake personally.  That’s not good news for you Blake.  The Boss must be really pissed at you.”
            Suddenly a searing pain ripped across Blake’s forehead and eyelids as the tape was pulled off of his eyes.  Then he blinked his tears away and looked up to see the smiling Crew Cut and Gold Tooth standing over him.
            “Maybe you won’t be able to hand out your little red cards so easy if the Boss breaks both your arms,” Gold Tooth sneered down at him.
            “Or maybe he’ll break your jaw so you won’t find it so easy to go blowing your silver whistle when we don’t want you to,” Crew Cut smiled like he was enjoying that thought.
            “Yea, but if it was me, I’d break both your legs so you couldn’t do no running around at all,” Gold Tooth sounded really enthusiastic about that idea.
            “Maybe, but we’ll let the Boss decode all that.  Right now Blake you’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to stay quiet.  Any trouble from you and I promise we’ll hit you with something a lot harder than a red card.”
            Cold fear ran down Blake’s back and made his whole body shiver as he realized that he was now in the hands of two or three maniacs.  He had to get out of here!
            Blake strained and struggled and fell all over the floor.  Each time he fell, he would freeze and listen for the sound of the two big bruisers coming back.  Then he had to admit that there was no way he was going to get free of these ropes by himself.  He had to have help.
            Blake struggled back up onto his knees.  Then he held his tied hands out in front of him as far as he could.  And then he leaned his body forward and dragged his knees up to where his hands were.  Then he started the slow painful process all over again.  It hurt and he knew that he looked like some kind of ridiculous frog, but it was the only way he could think of to get out of here as he inched his body closer and closer to an unguarded door.
            Finally he reached the door.  Then he had to undergo another painful process of rubbing his taped mouth up against the door knob until he finally got it to turn enough to release the door.  Then he nosed the door open with his nose and—
            Suddenly there was a loud cheer and a burst of laughter coming from the other room where it sounded like Crew Cut and Gold Tooth were enjoying the game.
            Blake didn’t want any more to do with them so he slipped through the open door.  Then he frog-hopped and frog-hopped away.

Blake played by Johhny
Photography by Caitiff

Going No Where

31 photos; 4:10 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/03/2013

Jake's Wake Up Call by Kurt

25 photos; 7:18 video

After Work by JMZ

23 photos; 3:50 video

Guard Duty by Fidelis

28 photos

 "GGGLLMMPHH!!! GGMPPHATCHAMDOING? MMMHEEELPP!"
"What’s the matter, soldier boy? Cat got your tongue? Ha ha ha, I like that one. Don’t you think it’s funny?"
"MMMPHHHH! GGGMMUUUCRAZYMFUCKR!"
Damn, Zeke thought. He knew that he shouldn’t have had that little XXXX, but nothing had happened the previous times when he had enjoyed a little snooze while on duty. The endless pacing back and forth guarding this supposedly top secret site got really, really boring after a while. Looking at trees all day long wasn’t much fun, and he never saw a single soul come or go from the facility. He had been here for a month, and so far as he knew there hadn’t been a single visitor. He had got into the habit of snatching a little shut-eye from time to time, and no one had caught him, until now. He had been rudely awakened from a very pleasant dream by a XXXX being shoved into his face. A guy dressed in black, with a black ski mask over his face held the XXXX. He had a couple of companions with him, laden with lethal looking hardware. It had them just a minute to truss Zeke up, making him look like a big sausage. Zeke had attempted to tell them that was against only regulations, but they had just laughed, and one of them had taken a bandanna from his pocket, tied a big knot in it, and shoved it into Zeke’s protesting mouth. Then the bastard had tied it really tight, until Zeke felt his cheeks bulging over the strip of cloth.
  "GMMMCANTMMDOMTHIS!"
"You bet I can, soldier boy. You snooze, you lose. Ha ha ha, I like that one. Don’t you think it’s funny? By the way, why don’t you take another snooze, since you’re so fond of XXXXping? We’ve got some business to conduct here."
"MOOMMMPHHHH!"

 Zeke lay on the dirty old concrete, whimpering into his gag. Being pushed down like that had hurt a lot, especially since he was all trussed up. Zeke didn’t want to take another XXXX. XXXXping had got him into this situation in the first place. He had to get free and get back to the base, and get help. The bad guys were undoubtedly romping around the top-secret site, causing mischief. It was Zeke’s patriotic duty to get free and perhaps save his country. Hmm, yes, he would be a hero! The President would pin a medal on him, and he would make him Mom so happy. That is, if no one found out about the XXXXs. Fueled by dreams of fame and fortune, Zeke began struggling against the ropes. Gee, he thought, those guys were really good with the knots. He wasn’t making any headway in getting his hands loose. Perhaps he should try to untie his feet, and then he could run for help.
  After what seemed like hours, Zeke yelled through his gag in frustration. He thought that he had dislocated his shoulder in his efforts to reach the rope around his feet, and he was soaked with sweat and extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t find any position to lie that didn’t cause some part of his body to hurt. And to add insult to injury, he had hadn’t been able to loosen his ropes at all. He had even tried rubbing the knots against the concrete, but all that he had managed to do was to rub all the skin off his hands. He realized that he wasn’t going to get himself free – somehow he had to reach someone who would untie him. He began inching along the path, wondering how long it would take him to find help. He was tired and hungry and thirsty, but he was determined to get help.
  "Going somewhere, soldier boy?"
Zeke had been so intent on his belly crawl, that he hadn’t noticed the masked men come bounding out of the woods. They stood around him laughing, obviously in a good mood, as they nudged him with their booted feet, and made unkind comments about his condition.

"We can’t have you going anywhere, soldier boy, not just yet. Why don’t we make you just a wee bit comfier?"
"GGGMNOOOOO! NOTMMMORE! MMPLLLEEEZZZ"

 The bad guys ignored Zeke’s muffled pleas as they hogtied him. Things became even worse when Zeke was blindfolded. He was left lying on his stomach, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded. Zeke was totally freaked out by not being able to see. He redoubled his efforts to get free, but it was all in vain. The pain in his shoulders was even worse, now that his hands were tied to his feet. To make matters worse, the cruel villains had pulled down his bandanna gag, stuffed a disgusting tasting rag into his mouth, and then retied the bandanna even tighter than it had been before. His blindfold was so tight he was seeing red. Zeke managed to sit up, even though he was hogtied, but then he fell over, hitting his head. Everything went black. His last thought before he passed out was how he had failed to save his country from the bad guys.

 Zeke was finally released when his relief for guard duty showed up. It wasn’t until later that he found out that the ‘bad guys’ were really journalists from a tabloid, and that the top secret site that he had been guarding was really the secret love nest of a very highly placed politician.

Zeke played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff