Football Cub

23 photos; 6:19 video

The Football Cub played by Rex

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/11/2016

tags: football, jock strap, socks, bare foot, stuff gag, bear

Deadline by Caitiff

28 photos; 2:34 video

 Ted was excited. For weeks he had been investigating what was turning out to be one of the biggest political scandals this city had ever seen for his newspaper. Crime, corruption, bribes, and even murder was dirtying the hands of several key figures on the city council and Ted had finally found the smoking XXXX, the evidence linking it all together. Now all he had to do was finish typing up the rough draft of his story on his home computer before his editor came over.

"Ok, bright Boy. Put your hands up!" A threatening voice said behind Ted. Ted turned to see two men in ski masks holding a XXXX on him!

'Wh..what's going on?" Ted stammered!

"What do you think is happening? You've been too nosy! " the smaller of the two men explained, " and now we've come to take care of you!"

"Let's just shoot him" the larger of the men said, cocking his XXXX. But his partner stopped him.

"The boss said to make an example of him and his self rightous editor. Get me the rope!"

 Soon Ted found himself being tied tightly to his chair and his mouth taped by the larger man while the smaller one fiddled with a contraption on his front door.

Ted could only stare in XXXX as he heard the ticking of the clock.. Even if his editor didn't come, Ted could was dead..

"The men left Ted to sweat out his last moments bound and gagged. Desperately he strained at the ropes but the big man obviously knew a thing or two about knots. It soon became clear that Ted wasn't going to free himself in the few minutes remaining.

Ted could hear the thumping of his upstairs neighbor moving around.

Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Ted moaned as loud as the tape on his mouth permitted but his neighbor turned on his stereo, drowning out Ted's frantic pleas for help.

Panicked, Ted tried scooting his chair to the kitchen. Maybe if he could somehow reach the stove and turn off the gas, Ted thought. Unfortunately Ted lost his balance and tied as he was, he couldn't stop himself from tipping over. Ted lay stunned for a few more precious minutes. The ropes kept him still tied to the chair and now he was even more helpless on the floor. At least it was a little easier to breath down here.

 There was a voice on the other side of Ted's door. Faintly, Ted could make out the voice of his editor coming closer!

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmppphhht!" But it was no use. The gag kept him from being heard.

There was XXXX on the door. "Ted, it's Julia. let me in."

"Mmmmmmppht mmuuuu ffffffth!" Ted had to do something before she tried the door! Then he noticed the sweat from his face had made the tape a little less sticky. One end of the tape was beginning to peel off. Frantically he rubbed against the carpet, trying to take the tape gag off.

 "Ted? I hear you in there. Are you all right?"

"Mmmm!"

"I'm coming in!"

"The door knob began to move just as the tape finally came off of Ted's mouth. "NO! stay out! there's a booby trap!"

The doorknob stopped moving.

Ted's editor was able to get in through the window. She untied Ted before the timer went off. There was still enough time for the bomb squad to come and diarm the bomb. The would be assassins had been over confident. Ted gave them a copy of his hard drive with all the evidence to the police. A month later, most of the city council had been replaced. And Ted got a promotion to staff reporter and a raise. He now had more work then ever

Though he took some time to learn how to escape being tied up. Just in case.

The End

Ted played by Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/16/2008

Tags: suit, tape gag, office, story, muscle

Breaking Doors by Soft Touch

21 photos; 1:05 video

           “Oh, I am sorry!” Jerry had immediately apologized to the big man that he bumped into when he was coming out of the City Library. Jerry had been so intent on getting back to the University so that he could finish working on his term paper that he never saw the big man until he bumped into him.

           Suddenly a second big man moved to Jerry’s side and grabbed his arm hard. Then the two big men had held Jerry tightly between them and started propelling him toward the curb. “Hey! Let go of me! What are you doing?” Jerry had cried out as loud as he could.

           But all of his frightened words were muffled by a damp cloth one of the men was holding like a mask over Jerry’s nose and mouth. The cloth really reeked of something awfully sweet that fogged up Jerry’s glasses. Jerry had tried to twist his face away from the sickening cloth, but the man held it firmly to his face until Jerry was starting to feel dizzy and it seemed like all of his strength was being drained out of him. And then Jerry just had time to see the open door of a dark van waiting for him before he was pulled down into a very deep darkness.

           When the darkness finally lifted, Jerry had found himself sitting on a bed in somebody’s bedroom. He didn't know where he was or how he got here, but he did recognize the two big men who were now towering over him. And then he felt and saw the ropes that were tightly tied all around his chest and his arms and his wrists.

           “Hey! You can't do this to me! You'd better let me go right now!” Jerry had told the two strange men in an angry voice.

           But the two men just laughed at Jerry. Then one of the men grabbed Jerry hard by his hair while the other man wedged a handful of cloth between Jerry’s teeth. Then the other man held Jerry’s head still while his partner began layering wide strips of sticky tape over Jerry’s cloth-spread lips and cheeks to keep him from spitting out the cloth.

           Jerry didn't like this at all, but there was nothing that he could do to stop the two men from treating him this way. And when he tried to tell them that he didn't want to be tied up any more, all of his words sounded like the kind of muffled sounds a trapped little animal might make. The two men ignored Jerry’s little squeaks and then handled him roughly while they quickly bound up his ankles and thighs with more tight ropes.

           “There,” one of the men finally spoke. “You just sit there real quiet and behave until your Daddy pays the ransom we want."

           “Yea,” the other man growled. “And you'd better pray a little that your Daddy gives us what we ask for. If he don't, then we're going to start sending you home in little pieces!”

           The two men laughed in an evil way and then went out of the room and closed the door on Jerry.

           Jerry was really scared and confused. Jerry hadn't heard from his archeologist Father in nearly six months. His Father's last message said that he was on a dig somewhere in the mountains of Peru and that he hoped to have good news soon. Did this mean that Jerry’s Father had found the treasure he was looking for?

           Jerry didn't know, but he was sure that he couldn't wait to find out. Jerry’s Father expected his son to be brave and resourceful if he ever wanted to join him on his expeditions so Jerry couldn't just sit there meekly like some little rabbit while these men used him to steal everything his Father had worked so hard for.

           So Jerry pushed his body back onto the bed. Then he began to twist this way and that on the hard mattress. First he tried to loosen the ropes by straining his muscles against them, but that didn't work.

           Then he tried contorting his body this way and that while he tried to get the fingers of his tied hands on the nuisance knots, but those evil men had tied him up in such a clever way that he couldn't even touch those knots.

           There had to be a way! Jerry listened intently, but he couldn't here any sounds. Maybe those men had gone and now he was all alone in this house. If he could somehow get his body to the door, he could open it and peek out. And, if there was nobody there, maybe he could hop outside and find some help.

           It wasn't easy, but Jerry finally managed to sit up on the side of the bed again. Then he got his feet under him and used all of his strength to leverage his body up into a standing position. This was good. Now if he could just make it to the door—?

           Suddenly the door opened and Jerry was surprised to see one of the men standing there with a sandwich a glass of milk for Jerry in his hands.

           “Why you little devil! Hey! Get in here!”

           The other man rushed into the room and then glared at Jerry angrily. “Some kids don't know when there well off! Get some more rope!”

           The man shoved Jerry back onto the bed and then waited angrily until his partner returned with more rope.

           Then both of the men were really rough with Jerry as they shoved him down on the bed and began grabbing and twisting his body. All too quickly, Jerry found himself bound up in a painful position with his legs folded up behind his back. Then one of the men snatched the glasses off of Jerry’s face.

           “No, please, don't take my glasses!” Jerry hummed into the soggy cloth that was clogging up his mouth. Without his glasses everything was just a blur.

           But the two men just laughed at Jerry.

           Then one of the men grabbed Jerry hard by his shirt and hissed right into his face. “You give us any more trouble and I'll turn you over to that medicine man your Daddy pissed off!”

           “Yea,” the other one seemed to like that idea. “Maybe he can shrink your head!”

           The two men went out of the room and closed the door with a loud bang.

           Jerry lied back on the bed and tried not to cry. It wasn't so much the pain in his shoulders and thighs or the gagging cloth that was swelling up inside his mouth that brought tears to his eyes. It was more the feeling of being trapped and helpless like this. What would Jerry’s Father say if he saw him like this? And what if those men came back and really hurt him?

           Suddenly Jerry heard a loud commotion in the other room. Then the door burst open and two dark figures rushed into the room. Without his glasses, Jerry couldn't see who they were, but he was afraid that it was the two big men coming back to hurt him. One of the dark blurry figures grabbed Jerry.

           “Please don't hurt me!” Jerry squealed way back in his throat.

           But then the man moved closer and Jerry’s eyes cleared enough so that he could see a shiny police badge on the man’s shirt. It was the police! Jerry was saved!

           Then Jerry began to cry.

THE END

Played by Chester

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2006

Story: story, tape gag, hog tie

Masked

30 photos; 6:05 video

The Bound Guy played by Adam

The Masked Man played by Evan

Date of Production: 05/02/2018

Tags: bad guy, grabbed, strip, exposed, twink, grope, fondle, tape gag, socks

Stuck in the Kitchen

19 photos; 4:51 video

Model: Ajax

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/09/2026

Tags: socks, cleave gag, jeans, twink

Keeping Military Secrets

25 photos; 4:12 video

Soldier played by Cam Jansan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/31/2026

Tags: bad guy, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, uniform, military, bear, chair tie

Yee Haw

37 photos; 4:18 video

Wrestler played by Danny

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/20/2025

Tags: blindfold,, cleave gag, boots, shirtless, cowboy, hog tie, underwear

Hog Tied Grunt

29 photos; 4:20 video

Model: Derek

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/16/2013

Tags: military, uniform, hog tie, boots, tape gag

An Officer and a Hostage by Kirk

29 photos; 3:18 video

Col. Chet Bradford was glad to return to his quarters. The "Colonel" was actually an honorary title....he was an English teacher at Shady Grove Military Academy. The kids had really gotten on his nerves today. He was the youngest teacher on staff, and they thought they could play him more than the other old-timers on the faculty. In retaliation, Chet had assigned a 1,000-word essay to the class titled: "An Officer and a Gentleman: Define!" Chet was exhausted as he turned the knob of his homey residence and stepped in.

Little did Chet know, but the turning of the doorknob sealed his fate. As he stepped through the doorway, something heavy and blunt connected with the back of his head. The handsome teacher went down like a sack of bricks. Out cold, he could have no idea who his assailant(s) was. But, in fact, they were 3 of his students, who were in no mood to write a 1,000 word essay that evening.

Chet's aching head slowly cleared. As the fog lifted, he was amazed to find himself immobilized. An instinctive cry was muffled by a thick strip of duct tape plastered over his mouth, and his arms and hands were pinioned. Chet worked out at the school gym every morning, and he couldn't believe that a few yards of clothesline had rendered him helpless. He grunted and shifted his shoulders, trying to stretch his upper arms, but the ropes held taut. And then his attackers came into view..three of them...wearing black jeans and T's and spandex hoods which completely obscured their faces. Without a word, two of them approached him with more rope, and quickly tied his knees and ankles. Chet grunted in outrage through his gag as he was pushed down and made even more helpless than before.

Chet watched them move around his home. They didn't seem to be interested in stealing anything. They remained completely silent, except for an occasional muffled snicker escaping through their masks as they observed their tied and gagged victim. As Chet's clouded vision finally cleared completely, he thought he recognized something familiar about his three attackers. Their movements indicated that they were young men, probably as young as his senior students. If he didn't know better.....he'd swear the tallest one was Tim McNamara, the lead wiseass in his class. But it couldn't be....they wouldn't dare...attacking, XXXXing out, binding and gagging a teacher would mean immediate expulsion, and criminal charges. But, then again, some of these spoiled rich punks would do anything to get thrown out, and their wealthy daddies would cover up any charges they incurred. No...it couldn't be.....

"How ya like being on the receiving end of the bullshit, Teach?" the tallest one said. He yanked off the spandex hood.

Tim McNamara!!

Chet grunted in anger..the tape gag muffling his expletives into nonsense.

"MMMMPPPFFFFFHHHHH!"

Chet's mind whirled....he couldn't believe that any student would go this far. But he knew damn well the cowardly administration would cover it up and if he wanted to keep his job, he'd have to shut up too. What a REVOLTING development!!

The End?

Col. Chet Bradford played by Kent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/23/2007

sets: story, uniform, military, tape gag

Out of the Way

27 photos; 5:12 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/17/2013

tags: cleave gag, hog tie, sneakers

Day At The Office By Caitiff

25 photos

"All right, Martinez. This is your big break. Don't screw it up!" Mr. Burns scowled as he put on his coat to go outside.

"You can count on me, sir!" Ramone Martinez said as helped his boss out the door.

This was great! After working at this stupid paralegal job for months and taking his Mr. Burns' constant abuse, Ramone was finally being left alone at the office. All he had to do was make sure that all the records got filed away and the money from clients got taken tot the bank on time. Mr. Burns had promised if Ramone proved he could do these "simple" things while Mr. Burns was out of town, Ramone would finally get a raise.

The first day was fairly easy. Ramone spent of his time organizing the files and he got the checks from clients deposited before the bank closed. Soon it was 7 o''clock. Time to go home and go to bed. There were still a great many files left to put away Unfortunately the masked men had other plans.

"What the...." Ramone stuttered as he grabbed. The men ordered him to go down on his knees. One held him while the other began ransacking the office files.

"I can't find it in this pig sty!" He said to his partner.

The man covering Ramone jerked Ramone's tie roughly, "" Where's the Berman file?"

"I don''t know. I think my boss took it with him!"

"Should we?!" The second man asked the first.

"Nah. Here, keep him out of the way with this. He might 'remember' something, if he knows what's good for him!" The first man tossed his partner a roll of gray duct tape.

Ramone's hands were taped tightly behind his back. Then more tape was wound around his feet and arms. It was all Ramone could do to keep his balance.

"Sure you don't want to tell us where the file is?" The second XXXXman asked, waving his XXXX menacingly.

"Even if I did know, which I don't, I wouldn't tell you. You'll never get away with Mmmphh!!" Ramone's bravado was cut short by the XXXXman's hand clamped over his mouth.

"Yeah, right. You got a big mouth. Lucky for you we don't want to give the police extra incentive by XXXXing you. If we can help it." The man then stuck a strip of duct tape over Ramone's mouth and smoothed it over his face until it formed an effective gag. "There, now you can tell us how 'we're not going to get away with this' all you want and you won't bother anyone! Hahaha!" The man pushed Ramone so he lost his balance. With a painful thump, Ramone landed on his ass on the floor.

The two men then continued searching the office, going from the file cabinet tot he stacks of files that lay on the desk. Mr. Burns, being old fashioned, never kept any of his cases on the computer. But it would only be a matter of time before they found the Berman file, sabotaging the case Mr. Burns was making. Losing the Berman case would not only mean some very nasty people would get away with being slum lords, but it would ruin the business. And even worse, Ramone would lose his job!

Vainly Ramone struggled to get loose. But the tape he was tied up with was impossible to get out of. There were no knots to undo and no slack to work with. Ramone was was reduced to wiggling and grunting on the floor.

Of course, even if Ramone managed to get free, he couldn't do much against a XXXX. But he may be able to make a break for it.

"Not that it mattered what he might do if the tape continued to hold him!

"I found it!", Ramone heard and his heart dropped. He could only look up and glare as one of the XXXXmen walked up to him

"We'll be leaving you now. Thanks for all your help!"

"Mmmm-mmphha mmmppphhrr!" Ramone grunted furiously through the tape gag but the men were gone.

The night went slowly as Ramone rolled around on the floor. He had given up getting free long ago but he couldn''t even XXXX. HE couldn't find a comfortable position to lay while he was tied up like he was.

Morning came and Ramone despaired of ever getting free. Mr. Burns wouldn't be back for another day. Ramone shuddered to think of being bound and gagged for two entire days!

Suddenly in walked Mr. Burns! "What the hell?" he exclaimed seeing the mess. He then looked down on the ground and noticed his paralegal, bound and gagged on the floor.

"Mmmm?!" Ramone moaned pathetically.

None too gently, Mr. Burns peeled off the tape that had cemented to Ramone's face.

'Yeee-aaaahhhh...Robbers! They stole the Berman file! Left me tied up!"

No they didn't," Mr. Burns said. "You mixed the Berman file with the Garman file. That's why I came back. To get the correct file. I never understand how you keep mixing up B and G."

"You mean.."

"Yes. "Mr. Burns explained as he replaced the tape over Ramone's mouth, ""Your incompetence has actually saved us. So I won't fire you. Of course, I will have to take the damages out of your pay. And I think I'll just leave you here where a while longer so you don't cause any more trouble."

"MMMMM!" was all Ramone could say.

The End

Ramone played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/23/2002

tags: story, bear, office, bad guy, tape gag

Against the Pole

22 photos; 5:50 video

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06./13/2019

Tags: muscle, cleave gag, nude, nudity, butt, grope, fondle, stroke, otm gag, dominated, bad guy

Tied to a Tree

14 photos; 5:49 video

Model: Carlos

Photography by Marco Grieco

See More of Carlos Here

Date of Photography : 09/30/2018

Tags: shirtless, muscle, cleave gag, outdoors, woods, hands behind back

Learning His Lesson

31 photos; 5:12 video

Model: Brian

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/20/2026

Tags:: gagging, tape gag, stuff gag, cleave gag, hand cuff, exposed, butt, spank, fondle, bad guy, plot, otter, beard, hand gag

Out for a Bit

20 photos; 4:59 video

Bound Guy played by Adam

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/18/2026

Tags: plug gag, nude, nudity, twink, bare foot, bad guy, grope

Leather Boi Gagged

26 photos; 4:43 video

Leather Boi played by Tommy XXXXn

Bad guy played by Rex

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2017

Tags: leather, tape gag, grabbed, bad guy, gagged, gagging, boots, hands behind back

The Border Guard by Caitiff

25 photos; 2:56 video

 Leska had always said he wished his job hadn't been so boring. Standing patrol between his own country of Imbalsk and neighbouring Angora was pointless. The two countries had had peaceful relations for decades. The only excitement that the border had ever seen was during the cold war when spies from both sides would cross over, only to discover that there was nothing in either country worth spying on. Border guards like Leska didn’t even ask for passports anymore.

So it came a sa complete surprise when a car pulled up to his post and the driver and two other men grabbed him! Leska didn't’ even have time to say anything before his hands were tied behind his back and tape used to blindfold and gag the astonished guard.

 Leska then spent an uncomfortable hour or more (he had no way to tel time) in the trunk while the men drove around. Eventually the car stopped and Leska was pulled out from the trunk, led down inside someplace and down stairs and XXXX onto what felt like a bed or large couch. Leska’s legs were then tied at the knees and ankles.

Bound and gagged, Leska could do nothing but listen as his XXXXs spoke in a strange accent. It sounded like English but it had been years Leska had learned the language in school and they were whispering which didn’t help. However, what he could make out was XXXXs and smuggle.

Leska heard some commotion that made him think he was alone and so took a chance by beginning to struggle. He rolled around on the bed and twisted in his ropes. But to no avail. The bindings were tight. if anything, he had made his bondage even tighter as it not bit into his wrists. Despite himself, Leska grunted into his gag. Fortunately he heard his XXXXs comeback in the room before they could see his vain attempt at escape.

 “Ok we stick to the plan”, Leska made out one of them saying in English. “You watch this guy.”

Leska still couldn't’ figure out what was going on. Were these guys actually going ot smuggle XXXXs into the country? Why bother with the border crossing? There were plenty of places anyone with a decent knowledge of the land could cross from Angora to Imbalsk without anyone knowing. The goat herders did it all the time. But as he listened to the few snatches of conversation between his captors, Leska got the impression that these men were none too bright.

 Leska felt his short being unbuttoned. He grunted in protest not that it did any good. Were they going to take advantage of his helpless condition? Soon Leska was bare chested. However rather then molest him, whomever was undoing his clothing, tried to kepi going, as if he was trying to strip Leska of his clothes without untying him first. Suddenly Leska could hear another voice yell, “What are you doing?”

“Don't’ we need his uniform?”

“No we don’t. This was a bust. There were no XXXXs. This whole stinking country blows.”

“What about him?”

Leska trembled a she waited for the answer.

 “Leave him. Somebody may find him eventually.

And so Leska was left alone. He eventually manage dot get the tape off of his eyes though he had no such luck with his gag. He was in a dank basement. desperately Leska moaned for help. It seemed like hours before some teenagers found him.

Cruelly ripping off the tape from Leska’s mouth.

“What the hell happened to you, they asked to which Leska quickly gave his story.

“And so no one knows you’re even here?”, one of the teenagers asked. Leska didn’t notice the gleam in his eye when he asked that.

“No. No one has any idea where I am. Untie me now!”

But Leska wasn't’ untied. Instead he was re-gagged with his tie.

The teenagers had decided that finding a helpless border guard tied up and gagged was just too exciting to pass up. Just because the XXXX hadn't taken advantage of Leska didn't’ mean these kids wouldn’t.

Leska did eventually get free. Much much later.

The End

Leska played by Nathan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2008

tags: uniform, story, tape gag, socks, strip

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

Date of Production: 10/12/2008

tags: cowboy, cleave gag, story, boots

Ripped Off by Gilroy

35 photos; 5:34 video

t had been three years since Douglas had been back in town, ever since he had been sent to prison for that robbery. Now he was back and he had a score to settle.

There was only one way that the cops could have know he was involved and that was if his partner, Frankie, had told them. It made sense. With Douglas gone, Frankie got all the loot. Douglas was too much of a man to rat Frankie out in return, no matter how much he deserved it. But that didn't’ mean Douglas was going to let it slide.

Douglas didn’t have nearly as much trouble finding Frankie as he should have. Frankie was always sloppy and too sure of himself. He was slumming at some dive. When Frankie went to take a piss out in the alley, Douglas jumped him. It was a brief but hard fight, Douglas ripped up Frankie’s nice clothes. But the end was never in doubt. Soon Douglas had Frankie XXXX out. He wasted no time in binding Frankie’s hands behind his back. A blindfold was put over Frankie’s eyes. Then Douglas blew his nose into a filthy rag and stuffed it into Frankie’s big mouth. Gagging Frankie gave Douglas a deep sense of satisfaction.

Frankie was awake and kicking in the trunk of the car by the time Douglas had gotten him back to the house.

“Mmmm!”, Frankie yelped a she was pulled out using a leash Douglas had made using rope and that dog collar Frankie liked to wear.

Frankie struggled as he was led to the basement, not that it did any good. Frankie was firmly under control.

Using more rope that he bought just for this occasion, Douglas secured Frankie to the ceiling, running rope from the wooden dowel between Frankie’s arms to the pipes in the ceiling. More rope was taken out and tied to Frankie’s legs making improvised leg shackles. Douglas shad learned a lot about how to immobilise a guy while in prison. Now Frankie was going to get a taste of that.

“Mmmmmm!?” Frankie moaned through his gag a she struggled to get free. It was in vain however. Frankie was caught. Now it was time he paid Douglas back for betraying him.

Frankie was a lying cheating back stabbing rat. But he was also not bad looking. He like dot think of himself as a ladies man. So what better lesson then to be felt up by another guy?

But first Frankie had to lose his clothes. They were pretty ripped up anyway from the initial fight. Still Douglas enjoyed it as he ripped off Frankie’s clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of his captive’s body.

“ Mmmmppphhh!? Mmmmmmpphhh! “ Frankie did not like being forcibly stripped naked at all. HE certainly didn’t like it as his body was felt up and explored. Douglas ran his hands down Frankie's chest, squeezed Frankie’s ass and then reached around to Frankie’s cock.

Once he felt the stiff member, Douglas knew that at least some part of Frankie was enjoying this. Frankie had betrayed Douglas and now Frankie’s dick had betrayed Frankie.

As Frankie struggled and moaned, Douglas held him firmly. The friction was giving Douglas his own woody and it occurred ot him that it had been too long since he had had any.

But the time wasn't’ right yet. First he would break Frankie down, make him submit, beg to be released.

Douglas had plenty of time ot teach Frankie a lesson about selling out his friends. It was a lesson Douglas planned to enjoy.

The End

Frankie played by Darien

Douglas played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/03/2010

Tags: bad guy, stripped, twink, nude, exposed, dominated, cleave gag, grope, story

Mardi Gras!

28 photos

Model: Lyle

Photography by Caitiff

DATE OF PRODUCTION: 02/18/2004

tags: nude, nudity, muscle, tape gag, bare foot, hands behind back

Putting You Away

21 photos; 4:45 video

Bound Guy played by Geordi

Bad Guy Played by Adam

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/18/2026

Tags: bad guy. tape gag, socks, grabbed, hand gag, plot

Play Bunny

17 photos; 4:17 video

Model: Amaro

Photography by Marco Grieco

Date of Production: 07/29/2018

Tags: nude, nudity, cleave gag, hand cuff, orgasm, stroke, shirtless

Going Somewhere?

25 photos; 4:10 video

Continued from "Arriving"

Bound Guy played by Caleb

Bad Guy played by Dalton

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/10/2026

Tags: bad guy, tape gag, gagging, hopping, plot, hands behind back

Amsterdam

25 photos; 5:11 video

Model: Wolfrric

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/19/2012

tags, l;eather, cleave gag, otter, hog tie