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Army Bound pt 2

17 photos; 4:58 video

Model: Dean
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/29/2011
On the Beat by Fidelis

16 photos

Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly patrolled his beat. This new idea of the chief’s was great, getting the officers out of their cars and back onto the streets. The chief wanted to present a softer, gentler face to the community, and he wanted his officers to get to know the people in their area. Francis was all for the new plan, especially since he was given this nice neighbourhood to patrol. The old people had become nervous with all the young gangbangers who had started hanging around on the street corners, but the constant police presence had seemed to scare them off. The residents showed their appreciation by showering Officer O’Reilly with all sorts of goodies. He patted his stomach as he walked along the street. This holiday season had taken its toll. After today, he would really have to start hitting the gym, and cutting back on all the scrumptious treats that were pressed upon him. But tomorrow was soon enough to start on his new regime A new regime for a new year. He licked his lips in anticipation as he glanced at his watch. Sweet little old Mrs. Valenti had promised him canolli fresh from the oven if he showed up at 11 o’clock sharp. Mmm, canolli, his favourite. He couldn’t wait. Mrs. Valenti was new to the neighbourhood, and seemed lonely. She certainly wanted to chat with Francis every time he walked by her house, asking him all sorts of questions about his job, how often he had to check in, etc. It was refreshing to meet someone her age who could take such an interest in police work. She seemed very keen witted, and was certainly a spry old lady. Francis had seen her run to catch a cab, and she had moved with the speed that a woman half her age would envy. Francis wasn’t sure that he could move that fast himself. Ah, just a couple of minutes until 11. Francis picked up his pace. If he hurried, he could scarf down a couple of canolli, and have a little chat with Mrs. Valenti.

"Hello? Hello, Mrs. Valenti, are you there?" Francis was concerned. The front door of Mrs. Valenti’s house was ajar. He hoped that the old dear hadn’t had a stroke, or fallen down the stairs and broken her hip. He would have to investigate. He pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold. "Hello? Mrs. Va…..OOOOUUUUFFFFFFFF!"

Francis bent over, gasping with pain as fist slammed into his stomach. He staggered, as the breath was XXXX of him. A strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him into the house. The front door slammed behind him as he was XXXX to his knees. What the hell was going on here?
"You know what to do boys. Make sure that the cop doesn’t get in our way."
"What…what are you doing? Hey, stop that!" Francis croaked. He could barely speak, let alone move, and was helpless to stop the brawny young men who dragged him further into the house. One of them pulled his handcuffs from his duty belt. Francis feebly tried to resist as his arms were yanked behind, and the cuffs locked into place.
"Who are you guys? What have you done with Mrs. Valenti?" Francis had horrible visions of the sweet old lady bludgeoned to XXXX by these thugs, or lying XXXX in her bed.
"Ha ha, you dumb cluck. Who do you think that I am? Doesn’t the bright boy recognize me?" Francis looked up at the man standing in front of him. He did seem vaguely familiar. No, it couldn’t be! This guy must be Mrs. Valenti’s son, or grandson.
"Why…why, what is this? What is going on here?"

"Shut the cop up, boys. God knows I’ve had to listen to go on and on over the past few weeks. Though we have to be thankful that he is such a motor mouth; I’ve picked up some good information from him."
"Wait, no, you can’t do this to….MMMMHHHHH!"
Francis’s protests were reduced to gurgled moans as a knotted bandanna was shoved between his teeth and tied behind his head.
"GGGMMNOO. MMMUMMDOING? GGGMCANTMMMDOMMTHIS. GGMMPOLICEMMOFFICER!"
"Jeez, he does have a mouth on him, doesn’t he? Here, this should shut him up properly. Some blue tape for our boy in blue."
"GGGGGLUGHMM. MMGGAHMMNOOOO" Francis moaned as tape was wrapped around his bandanna-gagged mouth. His mind was reeling. Could this slender young man really be Mrs. Valenti? It might explain the husky voice that the old lady had, and the hairs that Francis had observed sprouting on her chin. Shit, this must be some kind of elaborate plot. He had to get out of here! Frank staggered to his feet, and tried to make a run for it. He hadn’t taken more than two steps before he was tripped, and went crashing to the floor.

"Nice try, big boy, but you don’t win any prizes for trying. Rope him up, boys, good and tight. We don’t want the pig interfering with our plans, do we?"
Francis could only moan in impotent fury, and pain, as he was trussed up like a pig going to market. His ankles and feet were tied up, and then they were jerked and attached to the chain of his handcuffs. He lay on the floor, glaring at the pseudo Mrs. Valenti.
"Gee, Officer O’Reilly, I really hate to leave you like this, but we’ve got things to do. The boys and I have a shipment to clear out of this place. You’ve been a real pain in the butt, you know, making life really difficult by being around here constantly. Now, you have a nice rest, while we do our work."

Francis lay on the floor, cuffed, roped and gagged, fuming to himself while the criminals carried out box after box. How could he have been so stupid? He couldn’t believe that this guy had fooled him. He tugged on the ropes, vainly trying to reach the knots that tied his hands to his feet. If he could get even partially loose, he had a chance at escape. Who knew what these thugs would do once they had moved their booty out of here? They might just decide to put a bullet through the head of Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly. He struggled whenever he was alone in the room, lying quiet when the men were passing back and forth.

It seemed as if hours had passed, though Francis had no idea how long he had been lying on the floor, cuffed and gagged. He was exhausted, every muscle in his body aching from the bondage, and his efforts to get free from it. What was going to happen to him?
"Aww, don’t you look cute, all tied up like that? I really should take a few pictures, just to remind me how stupid you pigs can be. What do you think about that, Officer O’Reilly?"
Francis grunted defiantly at his tormentor. Shit, that was just what he needed, some punk criminal taking pictures of him as he lay helpless, restrained with his own cuffs, hogtied and gagged. He whimpered with frustration as the pseudo Mrs. V. took out a digital camera and started taking pictures of him. This was so humiliating.

"There, that should do the trick. Sorry for the inconvenience, Officer O’Reilly. The boys and I must be on our way. It’s been nice knowing you. Don’t worry, someone should find you here, eventually."
Francis renewed his struggles. Damn, why couldn’t he get these ropes untied? He knew that the cuffs wouldn’t come off until he could reach his spare key, which was completely out of reach at the moment. He lay on the floor, panting through his gag, as he realized that he wouldn’t get free until someone found him. He just prayed that one of the neighbours had noticed him going into the house. Otherwise he was in for a long wait. His stomach rumbled. Grrr, it was time for lunch, and he was obviously not going to get any yummy fresh canolli. It looked like he was going to be XXXX to start his New Year resolution a day early!

THE END

Officer Francis O’ Reilly played by John
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production:12/30/2003
The Mooch by Caitiff

25 photos

Tony had just gotten home from a long day of class and work and boy was he needing a beer. After three exams and then having to put up with all the assholes at the campus bookstore where he worked, Tony had to relax. "Ahhh damn! it!" Tony cursed under his breath as he looked in the fringe and realized he had XXXX the last of his Budweiser last night. But there was one bottle left of his roommate Justin's Corona! Justin was really weird about his beer, all he drank was Corona. he had even built a chair out of empty boxes. And he never let anyone drink his beer. But Justin was at a party and by the time he came home and would notice the beer gone, it would be too late. Snatching the bottle, Tony flipped the cap off and gulped down almost half it at once. Damn he needed a beer and what Justin didn't know wouldn't hurt him or Tony. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer!?" Justin yelled at his roommate. He had come home earlier then Tony had expected. Oh shit, was all Tony could think of as a reply.

"Look, I know you're mad but really, it's just one beer. I'll buy you anth..Mmmmmppphh" Justin's hand clamped down on Tony's mouth, cutting him off. Justin was not taking the loss of his last beer very well, Tony thought. Cowed by the psycho look on his room mate's face and the fact that Justin was bigger then him, Tony didn't struggle as much as he was pinned against the kitchen counter and roughly bound by clothesline that Justin always seemed to have on hand for some reason. Why Justin would have clothesline when he never hung up any wash was the least of Tony's worries, however. He was no bound and helpless. And to make matter worse, apparently Justin not only had plenty of rope to keep him tied, he had some kind of leather plug gag as well. As Justin XXXX him to his knees, Tony's pleas for reason were reduced whiny moans and a truly pathetic look in his eyes. "God, I can't believe you could be so fucking rude. All I wanted when I came home was a beer and you had to grab my last one! You are always mooching my stuff!" Justin ranted as he dug around in the other cabinets for more rope. Justin went to look in the other room and Tony made an attempt to break free but his arms and hands had been cruelly bound behind him. meanwhile the plug gag made it useless to try to yell for help. When Justin came back to the kitchen where Tony was bound, he had more rope in his hand. Seeing how his roommate had tried freeing himself, he contemptously pushed Tony over so he lost his balance. As Tony lay sprawled on the floor. Justin tore off Tony's socks and bound his feet. "Ok, since you seem to like annoying me so much, how about I return the favor?!" and with that Justin grabbed Tony's feet and soon began brushing his fingers across Tony's sensitive soles. Tony was incredibly ticklish, which Justin knew full well. Tony's frantic head shaking and moaning had no effect as Justin laid into his roommate, going up and down his bare and immobilized feet. Bound and helpless, Tony's frantic jerks to get away did him little good. Loud grunting and laughs escaped through the gag. Unable to bear it but equally unable to do anything about it, Tony bit down hard on the leather plug that filled his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Justin finally stopped with the tickle torture. By that time,, Tony was reduced to panting as much as the gag allowed on the floor. God, that was awful, thought Tony. But maybe Justin was finally ready to let him ago. Tony certainly felt like he had been punished enough. Unfortunately, instead of releasing his captive, Justin went to work making sure Tony was even more immobilized then he had been before. Rope was wound around Tony's still aching soles and then tied to the rope around his arms, effectively hog tying him. If he had been helpless before, he was even more so now. The only movement he could manage was a weak rolling from side to side as he looked up at Justin with the most pathetic look he could muster. Justin seemed unsympathetic by Tony's suffering. In fact, he just sat on the counter and took small sips from his beer as he watched his room mate roll back and forth in his bondage. "Mmmmm? Mmmmmpppphhh mmmmaaa mmm?! Mmmmmmm!" Tony's muffled cries grew more insistent. But they were also ignored by Justin, who just sat and stared at Tony with a weird smirk on his face that was beginning to worry Tony to no end. That and the realization that popped into Tony's mind, what was Justin doing with all this rope and a leather gag conveniently on hand? After maybe an hour or so, Tony couldn't tell how long he had been tied up, Justin finally got off the counter and set the half full Corona bottle on the floor where Tony could see it. "Ok, just in case it hasn't sunk in yet. This is my beer. You can't touch my beer!" Justin said mockingly as he stood over his prostrate captive. Justin then picked up his beer and gulped the remainder down in on swallow. he then set the empty bottle back on the ground in front of Tony. "Once again, my beer. Not your beer. My beer."
Gagged, Tony didn't even try to apologize. Would Justin even understand his mumbling? Besides, surely the dismal expression of his face made it clear that Tony had been punished enough?! Apparently Justin didn't think so as he walked away to his bed room. "I'll let you think that over. My beer, not your beer!" was Justin's final statement before Tony heard the bed room door close. So it turned out to be not a good night for Tony, who had not only had a shitty day but was now lying bound and gagged on a kitchen floor that hadn't been mopped in weeks. Who knew if his freaky bondage loving room mate would even want to untie him in the morning. And to top it all off, the slight buzz from what little beer Tony had gotten to drink was wearing off. The End Tony played by Jason Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/02/2002

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