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Three O'Clock Bell by SoftTouch
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THREE O’CLOCK BELL
by SoftTouch
The first duty of a Top Sergeant is to take care of his Captain. Sometimes this might mean doing things that you won't find in the manual. Like today for instance, my Captain was off at Warrior School learning how to be a better warrior while Top Sergeant Graves was at the Captain’s house, waiting for the Captain’s son Billy to get home from school. The truth was I didn't mind. Ten-year old Billy was almost as smart as his Dad and his Dad was our Intelligence Officer so he had a way of keeping old Sergeant’s like me on their toes whether we were playing chess or computer games or ambushing each other in our paint-ball outfits.
So I was kind of looking forward to that three o'clock bell and Billy getting home from school while I did a little KP around the Captain’s kitchen. Soon Billy would be here and I was kind of smiling while I thought about the nice surprise I had planned for him. He’s never guess that I was going to—
My happy thought went right of my head when I turned around to see a big man with a stocking mask covering most of his ugly face. How in the world had he managed to get on the Base? And then I saw that he wasn't alone. There were three of them! None of them said anything as they grabbed me and began tying my hands behind my back.
I didn't say anything either. My mind was too busy racing as I tried to figure out what they were doing here, what they wanted, and how the hell I was going to get myself out of this mess? While I wondered they smeared my lips shut with several strips of heavy black tape. Then one of them pushed me down onto my knees and kind of sneered down at me.
“Do what you're told and you won't be hurt. All we want is the kid.”
Billy! They were after Billy! My eyes shot to the clock. It was already twenty to three! Anger surged through my body and I tried to lunge to my feet, but the big one slammed his fist into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. Then the other two grabbed me and stretched me out so that they could tie more ropes around my knees and ankles.
“That was stupid!” the big one was in my face. “We won't hurt the kid as long as his Daddy delivers the intelligence file we want.”
Did he really expect me to believe that? If my Captain had a file on these guys, they were dangerous, and dangerous people never keep their word.
“Now you stay here nice and quiet and don’t try to warn the kid. I wouldn't want either one of you getting hurt,” the big guy said with a crooked smile that told me that he would like nothing more than to hurt both me and Billy – a lot.
But you didn't get to be a Top Sergeant by taking foolish chances so I kind of nodded to him and XXXX my body to relax down on the floor were they'd put me. Then I watched as all three of them trooped into the living room to wait. That was their first mistake. I looked up at the kitchen clock. It was ten to three already. In another ten minutes Billy would be walking home from school with no idea of what was waiting for him. I had to hurry, but I also had to be very quiet. I didn't want to do anything that might bring one of those three goons back into the kitchen. So first off I just tried wiggling my body around and tried to get my fingers on the ropes that were binding me. But that was no good. The goons had tied those ropes really tight and my fingers couldn't find any way to loosen them. I needed a knife!
That meant that I had to get to my feet and somehow make my way over to the kitchen sink. That was not as easy as it sounded. The ropes around my knees and ankles were holding my legs and feet really close together and they were tied so tight I was already losing circulation in my legs and I could feel pins and needles in my feet.
Little by little, I inched my body up into a standing position while my heart pounded and I tried to keep my balance. If I fell over the noise was sure to bring those goons back in here. Then I looked up at the clock. It was three o'clock already! Billy would be running out of the school right now Inch by inch, my body made its way slowly over to the sink while my brain bullied me for being such a fool. Just last week I had read Billy the riot act because he had stopped off to see one of his friend’s new computer games without thinking to tell anyone where he was. Now I was wishing that he would find another friend to stay with and stay with him for a long, long time.
And then, just when I thought my luck had deserted me, my luck came back and smiled at me. A sharp steak knife had slipped into my hand. Now all I needed to do was to close my eyes and concentrate. Me and knives were very close friends and this knife didn't let me down now. In a matter of moments I had managed to cut my hands free. Then I hurried to cut through the rest of the ropes while I made my plan.
Three minutes later I was outside of the house to surprise Billy with a new game as I clamped my hand over his mouth and pulled him down into some bushes beside me while I pictured those three goons all sitting confidently in the living room waiting for their young XXXX victim to come home.
Two minutes after that the front door to Billy’s house opened and a squad of MPs rushed inside to tell those goons “Games over!”THE END
The Sargeant played by Chris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2005 -
Trussed Tyrant by Sammy
28 photos; 6:04 video
I tied his hands tightly behind his back. I made sure to keep him quiet by plastering tape across his big mouth. I tied his ankles and knees together to keep him from running again. He glared at me with angry eyes. It was amusing how he struggled against the ropes. “MMMPPPHHH”, was the only word he could articulate. I relished at my triumph. It was time he understood what humiliation meant. He grunted and relentlessly tugged at his binds. Trickles of sweat ran down his forehead as he proceeded with his unplanned workout of trying to untie himself. This was going to be my final gift to my colleagues and one big lesson for Travis to learn.
I worked for the apartment security team for three years, I had intended to make my way to the police academy sooner or later but a new baby and wife changed those plans quickly. I made a good living patrolling the posh apartment building. I was always treated well by the residents and the staff. The only problem I encountered was the domineering head guard Travis.
Travis was your average rich kid slacker. His family actually owned the building and he got the job after a series of failures. He took his position of head guard to mean that he owned all of us under his command. I was sent out to retrieve his lunches, dry cleaning, and get his car washed. He spent his shifts watching television and berating us for every mistake we made. He took to calling us every name in the book. We were XXXX to adhere to every thing he wanted to keep our jobs. After work me and others would unwind at a local bar and fantasize about all the things we wanted to do to him. Everyone agreed my fantasy was the best.
After three years of constant abuse my wife and I decided that I needed to move on. I got a job working security for a mall and I was elated to walk into his office to put in my two weeks. Travis cussed at me up and down, but I didn’t care anymore, in fact a sense of relief washed over me. As my last weeks rolled on Travis targeted me for every dirty degrading job he could think off. I needed to last these last two weeks to get a full paycheck. As my last day came I decided it was time to get my revenge on the man who had humiliated me and so many others. I decided to let my fantasy come true. I waited for him on my last day in an unoccupied apartment. I called down to the desk and asked him to meet me there. After a few derogatory comments he agreed. He walked into the dark apartment and I pounced from behind the door. I tackled him and began my work. He tried his best to take me down but he was no match for me. I started by tying his hands behind his back as while I pressed my knee into his back. He screamed and cussed at me as I knotted the rope again and again. I was filled with excitement as I taped up his mouth. I would not have to hear his whinny voice again. After I secured him on an old cot, I sat filled with pride at my handiwork.
I opened up his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. He screamed horrified at what I was doing. I pulled down his pants and underwear to expose his dick and sweaty ass. He kicked and grunted struggling to get free. I strung him up into a hogtie and watched as he squirmed. There was the asshole tied up like an animal and bare assed. I watched for a while as he desperately struggled to break loose. It was almost poetic to see the big boss in this compromising position. After I while I got bored. I threw down my badge, turned in my uniform and called down to the desk for all hands on deck. I left the empty apartment to the roars and gasps of all my former coworkers. This was the best last day of my life.
The End
Model: Ryan Rockfield
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 03/14/2008 -
Oops!
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Ahhh, Sunday!, thought Tony. There was nothing like it. After working all week, Tony finally had a whole three days off to enjoy himself. Tony supposed he could have used this time to paint the house or clean his car or a thousand other chores he had let pile up while busy on the job. But not today. Sunday was a day of rest and rest was exactly what Tony planned on doing. He was going to spend the whole day in his house, wearing only his favorite pair of sweat pants and watch TV. At least, that was the plan until the XXXX came from the door. Damn it!, Tony thought bitterly. Just as he was about to get comfortable. It figured. Well, whom ever it was at the door was going to get a good piece of his mind, Tony decided. At least , that was the plan before Tony opened the door and saw the two bearish and grim men holding XXXXs on him! .....
Some time later and Tony was anything but relaxed as he had originally planned. With only a few short orders, the men had XXXX their way into his house and taken Tony prisoner. The rough ropes that bound Tony's hands behind his back and his arms to his sides were incredibly uncomfortable as well as tight. Tony tried shifting his wrists to get what slack he could whenever his captors' attention wasn't on him. So far, the amount of slack he had obtained from doing this was exactly zero. Tony had no idea what these men wanted with him or who they were. They weren't robbers. They had been here for what seemed like at least an hour and hadn't taken anything or even searched his house for valuables. And why would anybody XXXX him? Tony was single with no rich relatives and worked at a menial job. He wasn't worth any ransom that he could see. Unfortunately though Tony had by now gotten over his initial shock of XXXX and tied up, he couldn't ask the men what they wanted. Several layers of silvery duct tape had been slapped over his lips, sealing his mouth. Anytime Tony tried to talk, it just came out as faint "mmmphs". And the way the men looked at him when he made any sound discouraged Tony from drawing too much attention to himself. Finally one of the men noticed Tony wiggling in his ropes. "Relax Vinnie. You ain't gonna get free until the boss arrives." Vinnie?! Who the hell was Vinnie?! Tony didn't know any Vinnie! Oh my God, thought Tony, they think I'm someone else! "Mmmmmppphh! mmm mnpphh mphimeee!" Tony tried to explain but of course, the tape gag made any kind of communication meaningless. The men just gave him a mean look. But Tony persisted. He had to get them to take the tape off his mouth so he could explain they had made a mistake. And then hope they just left. "Mmmmmm! Mmm mmnnnnpph mmmmm-phheeee! Mmmmmm!" Tony continued to moan through his gag over and over. "Do you know what he's trying to say?", one man asked his partner. "Who cares? HE should have known once he squealed on the boss, nothing he can say will help him. But I don't like the way he's wiggling around. Let's tie his feet just to be sure he doesn't try anything." "Mmmm Mmmnnnpphff Mmmmm-meeeee!" Tony continued to moan as his ankles were bound. But the men weren't listening. or cared. The gag made sure no one outside the house could hear Tony's cries for help. And the rope around his wrists and body reduced Tony to rolling helplessly on the floor. And this is how Tony remained during the next few hours until the boss arrived. The boss was a large man in a white suit, the spitting image of Marlon Brando. When Tony saw him, he almost expected the theme from the God father to start playing in the back ground. "Ahh, what good boys you are!" The Boss said, " To take care of this little matter for me. And how said that my best friend Vinnie Carlucci decided to sell me out to the Lorenzini family." The Boss bent down to get a better look at the bound and helpless man on the floor. for the first time, the Boss got a good look at his prisoner. "Mmmm Mmmnnnpphff Mmmmm-meeeee!" Tony cried out. The Boss's face fell. "What did I do to deserve such disrespect? Heh?" The boss demanded of his goons. The goon's faces dropped. "But Uncle Guido..." "Don't you Uncle Guido me!" The Boss screamed, slapping each man across the back of the head. "I give you one little thing to do, on little favor, to find Vinnie Carlucci and keep him on ice until I arrived and what do you do? You give me some total stranger tied up and gagged on the floor, rolling around like a little worm! Idiots!" "Wh..what?! both men exclaimed. "This isn't Vinnie Carlucci, you morons! Oh, I'd shoot your father for giving me such stupid nephews, if I hadn't shot him already!" Finally some somebody realized they had made a mistake! Of course, since Tony was still bound and gagged on the floor, he wasn't quite safe yet. it occurred to him that these guys might just get rid of him anyway to cover their error! "Honest Uncle Guido! We're sure we tracked Vinnie down like you wanted!' One of the men pleaded. "Wait, I know! Vinnie must have had plastic surgery. But Vinnie has a tattoo on his ass of a flower and the name Marie on it. We'll prove this is Vinnie. " Tied up, Tony couldn't anything as his sweat pants were pulled down. Having not expected to have company, much less XXXXs, Tony had neglected to wear any underwear. Tony's face grew bat red as the goons rolled him over to better show off his bare ass. "There's no tattoo!" The Boss observed angrily. 'Wait, maybe it's on the other side. It was supposed to be a small tattoo. Let's stand him up!"
Tony was hoisted by his XXXXs to a standing position. Tony moaned at his treatment, not that it did any good. "Mmmmm!" "Shut up" one of the men said, giving a hard XXXX across Tony's head. " I still see no tattoo" The Boss said, his teeth gritted. "Maybe it's in a hard to see spot!" The men suggested and began to poke and prod Tony's bare ass. Bound hand and foot, it was all Tony could do to keep from falling. And his face not covered by tape grew even redder from embarrassment. Being tied up, gagged, stripped and prodded in his private parts was not Tony's idea of a relaxing day! The two goons still couldn't find any tattoos. But they didn't seem ready to give up. "Maybe it's on his dick, you think" one of them asked. Tony began shaking his head violently. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmmpphh!" "Enough!" the Boss screamed and smacked his henchmen across the back of their heads. "You two, get out and find me Vinnie Carlucci, the real one!" Sullenly the men left. The Boss then turned his attention to Tony and gave a hard shove. Tony fell back to the ground. Tony could only look up at the crime boss, unsure of what he was going to do next. "And you...forget this ever happened or next time I don't stop them fro having their fun!" The Boss then left, slamming Tony's front door as he left. Meanwhile Tony was still left tied up on the floor. He knew he couldn't get the ropes undone by himself. But he lived alone and the gag made sure his neighbors wouldn't hear his cries for help. Tony was going to relax today after all. He just didn't expect to do it bound and gagged on the floor! The End Tony played by Himself Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/23/2002
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WHO WAS THAT MASKED MAN? by JUSTIN
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My boyfriend Dick has an "alter ego". He thinks he is the "Lone Ranger" He wear's his mask and hat and boots every minute he can. Staring at himself in his dresser mirror and wanking off . Now I don't mind that except he leaves his Cum where ever it lands. It dries and I have to clean his Cum up. Also, Dick begs me to dress up as Tonto. He bought me a Head Dress, Moccasins, Leather loin cloth to complete my "Look" I thought I would change things around tonight as a "Joke" on Dick and painted war paint on my face. I he a tomahawk and white rope. I was set to give "the Lone Ranger" a new adventure. As Dick/Lone wink. was drooling at himself in his mirror I appeared, yelling " The Lone Ranger is my captive, do as I say and you won't be harmed" I have Dick/Lone lay down and proceeded to tie him up. Wrapping rope around this masked , booted man with a black hat on made my Dick rock hard. I started dripping pre-cum into my Leather loin cloth. I needed to see this visual, Dick/Lone's hat fell off and I admired my roommates buzz cut. Dick was a Marine and he kept his military appearance when not dressed as "The Ranger" I screamed that I might have to "Scalp Him" if he did not follow orders. I spanked his perfect naked butt several times. "Please Tonto don't, I thought we were friends" Dick said. "Tonto has had enough of your bullshit" "I am through cleaning up your dried Cum, Understand?" He nodded, Yes. His gag now secure, I proceeded to take my Dick out from under my cloth and Toss Myself Off onto his Black Booted Feet. My cum hitting the white rope. Dick/Lone did not have a hard cock. I guess he was to mortified that I caught him in his self-worship ACT. I threatened to shave him completely, even his eyebrows if he did not obey my rules from now on. "Tonto was now running This Show, Not the Fucking Lone Ranger. Get IT" I screamed and kicked his boots several times. " MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFLLLLUUZZZEEEEE" I heard from beneath his gagged mouth. Tears of fear in his eyes, I took my Dick and pissed on his boots, the piss getting on him and the floor. This gave me great pleasure. I Waved my instrument of XXXX at him telling him I was leaving to bring back many "Braves", then we would use him as we would our "Squaws", I left and closed the door leaving it open just a crack, enough for me to peek in. "NNOOOOOPPPLLLEZZZZ" I heard as I left. Then Dick/Lone started fighting the ropes using his hand to undone his tied booted ankles. He squirmed around the floor and I found my Dick getting hard all over again. 15 Minutes went by and he was really loosening his bondage. "What a Trooper", I thought smiling to myself. I washed the paint off my face, and redressed in my levi's 501's and Dehner Boots, over the calf nylon black Men's sheer socks. Leather vest, Tight black nylon tee-shirt, Jock strap. XXXX on his bedroom door saying " Hi Dick just got home, need any help?" I pushed opened the door just as he had undid the rope from his black boots. "What the Fuck happened to you?" I laughed. "Let me help you" I picked him up and guided him over to the bed. I flung him face down, replace his black hat. Spread his booted legs. Spit on my Dick that I just pulled out of my 501's . Place a condom on my 9 incher. "Now Lone Ranger, SIR, You are about to be Spit Fucked, something I should have done a very long time ago. I mounted "the Ranger" Who bucked liked his horse Sliver. As I came I yelled. "HIGH HO SILVER, AWAY". I had wanked him off as I fucked him. Got up and walked out of the room. The next day Dick gave me a pair of silver spurs and a badge and said " Could we play "The Lone Ranger meets the Sheriff??" I smiled and nodded, " You got a fucking Date" The End Dick the Lone Ranger played by Rod Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004 -
Bohemian Bondage by Cryptococcus
35 photos
"What a stud!" The thought had run through Spence's mind at least a dozen times as Bart's introduction to bondage continued throughout the warm afternoon.
First had been a long, slow and comfortable sequence of hand to ankle bondage in different positions and views.
Spence had been quiet and gentle, thanking his lucky stars that such a handsome young hunk had sought him out in the Palermo-Hollywood, Anglicized area of Buenos Aires.
There among the artists, musicians, writers, and playwrights, the young man had approached him and shyly inquired about the nature of Spence's photography, his interest in male bondage and discipline, and, yes, whether he would be paid for modeling.
Spence had sighed, but seeing the need of the young man, quickly agreed to a sum equal to a nice dinner for two and a night in a decent hotel at the current rate of three pesos per U.S. dollar.
Soon afterward, he had Bart in his studio apartment.
Bart had not seemed worried, even as the ropes encircled his chest, and only slight worried when Spence decided to elaborate with an "X" of the rope crossed over the young man's crotch.
Spence thought the camera loved Bart. He took more photos in the first part of the session than he normally did, but he rationalized that his chosen art was cheap in Buenos Aires, especially compared to Paris in the '80s and Prague in the 90s, where he had lived in gentile poverty, never quite realizing it.
"Photogenic lucky son of a stud," thought Spence. Aloud, he said, "You ready to change position and get the rest of the way nude?"
Bart looked up and nodded.
"Nude" and "artist" went together, he thought. He was being well paid, and he might even get to see himself in one of the numerous small art galleries popping up around the city.
Nude photos of himself, he could only imagine, would make it spicy, when he showed his current strait-laced boyfriend, a loving, but unimaginative Swedish market analyst named Bjorn to whom Bart had scrupulously faithful.
Nudity, Bart found out when he had lowered his briefs and pushed back his hair, was rewarded with a young, but heady glass of Argentine wine. It was as yellow as a goldenrod and fruitier than anything he had sampled in California, his home. Eagerly, he accepted a second glass.
"May I use your bathroom?" Bart asked, and Spence watched with approval as the young man padded to the corner of the loft apartment. Spence sighed, and then he picked up a small rug and tossed it over the weight-lifting bench.
"Um?" said Bart as he looked at the weight bench.
"Um," smiled Spence, "what if you get an erection? Don't worry."
"Should I comb my hair?" Bart asked.
"No. It'll great hanging over your gagged face."
"Oh, yeah." Bart rolled his eyes upward as Spence applied the tape.
Then Spence took his fingertips and deliberated pulled some hair into Bart's face.
He gestured the young man to the weight bench and had him lay down on his belly. Spence looked at Bart's feet, his toes resting on the floor, and at the muscular expanse of Bart's back.
As Spence methodically weaved the colorful restraint into redundant loops, he reflected that he could still name the major muscle groups of Bart's legs and back.
As he stepped back to admire his handiwork and reach for his camera, he mused at the long, crazy trip to this time and place it had been.
An amiable anarchist in Paris in the 80s, a medical student in Prague during the 90's, and now he was an artist of some small acclaim in Buenos Aires.
Bohemian, he thought, very bohemian.
And then here was Bart willingly in bondage. Mmm.The END
Bart played by Arturo Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/20/2008 -
The Trap by Fidelis
22 photos
(Just a reminder: All Stories are fiction and not meant to advocate anything) Frank Garcia walked his beat, his eyes scanning the streets carefully, on the lookout for the slightest sign of illegal behaviour. God, but he loved being a cop. He got a physical rush each time he put on his uniform. When he had his uniform on, he ruled these streets. The chief wasn’t one of those touch-feely do-gooder types, thank goodness. Nope, Chief McLaughlin didn’t want the good citizens to love the cops; he wanted them to respect them. RESPECT, that was the name of the game. And you didn’t get respect unless you cracked a few skulls and roughed up a few punks. Why, Frank had just broken his baton on some gangbanger just yesterday. The kid had whined and sniveled and said that he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. HA! As if Frank would believe such a likely story. The kid had looked suspicious, so Frank felt fully within his rights in smacking him around a bit. Plus, Officer Garcia always carried a little something in his pocket that he could plant on the suspects, just in case he got some bleeding heart liberal judge trying the case. All he had to do was point that the suspect had been carrying crack, or coke, and he was safe.
"Help me, oh help me, someone,police…HELP!"
AHA! A criminal act was taking place, a REAL criminal act! Frank sprang into action, his system flooded with adrenaline. He regretted the loss of his baton – there would be no beating the bad guy to a pulp. But he wasn’t worried as he pulled out his XXXX. He could take down any of the punks in this town. He felt his duty belt, just to make sure his cuffs were there, ready for action. His handy handcuffs. Frank felt a certain excitement as he thought of handcuffing the perp. He heard the shrieks again, and dashed towards the house from which they were coming. It was curious, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else on the street. Were they all cowering inside of their homes, too frightened to come to the aid of the poor woman who so obviously being attacked? Bunch of sissy cowards, all of them. That’s why this town needed a strong police XXXX. Frank charged up the steps and through the back door, which was conveniently open. He had his XXXX drawn as he burst into the kitchen, scanning the room. Hmm, there was nobody here…
Ha, the fucking cop had fallen for it!!! The stupid, strutting asshole wasn’t as smart as he thought. The cops in this town were a bad lot, but Garcia was the rottenest apple skulking at the bottom of the barrel. He was a vicious bastard. He would beat up on someone if they looked at him sideways, and the whole town knew about his habit of planting XXXXs on innocent people. We had decided that Officer Garcia was going to be brought down a peg or two, and I was the one chosen to do it. I couldn’t wait. Besides having a personal grudge against the pig since he beat my kid brother to a pulp, Garcia was a real stud. It was going to be a pleasure humiliating and breaking the insolent officer. And it was going to be so easy! Garcia might have been a stud, but he was a bit thick between the ears. Here he was, charging into the house, all ready to play the hero, and we could see from the windows that he hadn’t even bothered to call for back up. This was going to be SO much fun!
"Ma’am! Ma’am? You don’t have to worry, the police are here. Where are you, ma’am?"
"I think that’s far enough, officer. Why don’t you drop that XXXX on the floor and put your hands up in the air, and turn around, really carefully and really slowly?"
"What the fuck?" Frank spun around and found himself facing a man with a mask over his face, a man holding a very large object, which was pointed directly at Frank’s chest. He gulped and the XXXX fell from his suddenly nerveless fingers. For some reason he didn’t feel like such a hotshot macho stud cop, not when he was disarmed. His knees shaking, Frank slowly raised his hands in the air. He had butterflies dancing around in his stomach.
"Gee, you’re not quite as stupid as I thought you were, Officer Garcia. Now why don’t you be a good cop, and pull your cuffs out and toss them over here. Good, good. Now turn around and get down on your knees."
I could see Frankie baby was quivering in his cop boots. He looked quite green around the gills as he got his handcuffs out of their case and tossed them over to me. Then, meek as a little lamb, he turned around and fell to his knees. I felt a rush of blood to my extremities as I picked up the cuffs, and pulling his hands behind his back, locked the bracelets into place. I took a length of white rope and wrapped it around his chest and upper arms, tying it as tightly as I could. Poor Officer Garcia moaned – but he hadn’t experienced anything yet! I was going to give him a lot more to moan about before much more time had elapsed.
"Now get moving into the living room, pig. No, I didn’t say that you could stand up. Crawl, like the snake that you are. Now – MOVE!"
I gave Garcia a boot in the bum to get him started. With the object pressing against the back of his skull, it was amazing how quickly the cuffed cop crawled. I stopped him when he was in the middle of the floor, and stood over him, caressing his cheek with the XXXX. Oh, but I was getting hard looking at the studly cop, cuffed and on his knees in front of me, glaring at me with a combination of loathing and fear.
"Let’s get you up on the sofa, cop. I’ve got to tie those legs and ankles. We have to make sure that you don’t go trotting out of here. We won’t want that, would we?"
"Fuck, you faggot! You’ll never get away with this!"
I sighed. These cops and their limited vocabulary. I had heard that some places actually hired police officers that were intelligent and well educated, but not in our little burg. I had to do something about the cop’s foul mouth.
"Hey, what the fuck are you going to do with that? No, don’t…MMMPHHH!!!"
I patted a couple of pieces of black tape over Officer Garcia’s protesting lips. His muffled cop grunts were making me incredibly horny. I put my arms under his legs and swung them up onto the couch.
"There, you have a little rest, Officer Garcia. Make yourself at home! I have go away for a minute, but I won’t be long. I hope that you’re comfy."
As soon as his masked captor had left the room, Frank started struggling. Shit, he had to get out of here. Who knew what horrible things this guy had in store for him? Frank hadn’t liked the way the guy’s hands had lingered over his studly cop body as he bound him. This freak was capable of anything. Frank tugged at the cuffs around his wrists. Shit, the faggot knew how to put on cuffs properly. And he sure tied a mean knot. Frank raised his torso as he fought against his bonds, his muscles straining against the cuffs and ropes. He grunted in frustration through his taped mouth as nothing gave. OK, this wasn’t hopeless. He just had to get out of here, and someone would help. He remembered the strangely empty street and his heart sank. Surely, there must be ONE responsible citizen around who would help a police officer in need.
Frank fell off the couch onto the floor. Oh shit, that hurt! He hoped that he hadn’t dislocated or ruptured anything. Ouch, how he had he managed to end up on his back? His cuffed hands were pinned behind him, the entire weight of his body resting on his pinioned wrists. Struggling, Frank managed to turn himself over. He could feel the sweat soaking into his uniform as he tried to inch his way across the floor. Then his blood froze as he heard his captor’s voice.
"Tsk, tsk, Officer Garcia. Going somewhere?"
Good, the dumb cluck of a cop had done exactly has I thought he would. The idiot thought that he could escape! He must have thought that I was real fool if I would leave him alone for an extended period of time without expecting something of the sort. I already had some rope in my hands. It was hog-tie time for the pig!
"MMMPHHNOOOO! GGMWHATMDOING?"
"I’m just making sure that you don’t go anywhere, Officer Garcia. You were a BAD cop, trying to escape, weren’t you? Now, that’s much much better. I do like my cops in nice, cooperative packages. It makes things so much easier, doesn’t it?"
"MGGAH! MMGETMFAGMMHANDSOFFMMYASS!"
"And a very fine ass it is, Officer Garcia. You fill those uniform pants perfectly."
I gave Garcia’s lovely butt an extra squeeze. My God, but he was hot, all cuffed and roped and gagged and moaning. Revenge was going to be so sweet.
"Now that I have ascertained what a pretty ass you have, let me see what else you have to offer, Officer Garcia."
I rolled the cop over on his side, and started massaging his groin. His eyes bulged out as he screamed through his gag. Oh, this was going to be a good day. I was going to teach the rogue cop a lesson that he wouldn’t forget. Somehow, I didn’t think that Garcia was going to be the same strutting macho asshole cop when I was finished with him.THE ENDOfficer Garcia played by Clark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/22/2004
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Mark Wolfe
24 photos
Model: Mark Wolfe
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/07/2003 -
Trouble with Boyfriends by John
22 photos; 3:45 video
You see… the trouble with my boyfriend is that he likes to pull these little games that he thinks are “cute” on me all the time, and sometimes, I am not amused. Such is the case with this past weekend.
It all started when I got home from work on Friday afternoon to find the house in a complete wreck. I had asked my boyfriend Jacob if he would pick up around the house today and do some laundry. Well when I walked in the door, there he was, on the couch, playing video games…exactly where I had left him when I went to work that morning. This did not make me happy. I went in the bedroom and took my clothes off and took a nice long relaxing bath, the slogan “Calgon, take me away” didn’t sound too half bad right about now. After my bat I went and cooked dinner, trying to ignore the dirty laundry that was thrown on the floor everywhere, and the movies, cds, video games, and mail that was just thrown on any flat surface that they could sit on.
I started making dinner for the two of us, some Beef Stroganoff. We ate, and after dinner Jacob said, “Let’s go out, I feel like dancing tonight!” Now, I’m not one to turn down a night out at the club, but come on. All Jacob did was sit on his ass all day long, and NOW he wants to use all the energy he has built up? I don’t think so. “No, let’s stay in and watch a movie tonight babe. I’m not really in the mood to go out.” I told him. “Can you do the dishes, I’m gonna go XXXX for a bit, work was pretty rough on me today,” I politely asked Jacob. And with that, I proceeded to the bedroom and laid down to take a short power XXXX.
Next thing I know, Jacob has my hands tied behind my back. Now, I like being frisky and all, but I was not in the mood right now after the day I have had. “Come on Jacob, quit it, I just want to lay here for a bit. Let me mmmmmmmphf.” And with that…..there was a cloth shoved in my mouth and I couldn’t speak another word. “HAHA really funny,” I thought to myself. I started to get a little upset at Jacob and then he started slowly stroking my cock. I just loved the way he could handle my cock. It would always get me worked up no matter what. He was teasing me, and this made it worse. I knew he was gonna have to pay for this. He took out some duct tape and put that over the cloth that was already in my mouth and that made it almost impossible to even get out any sounds.
He proceeded to tie up my feet as well….and at this point in time I was getting a bit pissed. More like, real angry. “MMMMmmmmmmpffff!” is all I could get out past my gags. I twisted and turned and was trying to free myself from the rope. But Jacob had done a pretty good job with the rope.
Then, once again, as I was struggling and trying to get out, he started stroking my cock again. It got me instantly hard and it put me in a place of ecstasy. This boy knew exactly how to push my buttons. And why wouldn’t he? We’ve been together for 4 years. He slowly stroked my cock, “You like it when I do this?” Jacob asked. I nodded my head. “I can’t hear you. You want me to stop?” Noooooo! I thought to myself and shook my head back and forth. He continued stroking my cock, making my balls slowly get tighter and tighter, with every stroke. He knew what he was doing.
He leaned over and said, “I told you, I wanna go dancing. You’ll be here when I get back, and then I might let you out and get you off!” Jacob said with an evil smile on his face. He got up off the bed, got dressed, and walked out of the house….leaving me there like this until his return home from the bars.The EndJacob's Boy Friend played by Douglas Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/03/2006 -
Self Involved by Cryptococcus
60 photos
"Greg?"
"Unh?"
"What do you think Jeffy's up to in there?"
"Why should he be up to anything? He should be just how we left him – bound and gagged!"
"Well, it's morning now. I think we should go check on him."
Greg sighed. Morning it was, and brightening, but it was so calm and peaceful, so nice to lay in bed on a blossoming spring-time Sunday morning. He had just opened his eyes and blinked at the light blooming around the edges of the shade. He felt the bed shift, and he heard John's bare feet strike the floor. And then John poked him with a hand on his hip.
"All right, enough," Greg grunted. "I'm getting up. Let me get dressed."
John agreed, and Greg watched as John jumped into his trousers and pulled them high. Greg did the same and yanked on a tee as John pushed his feet into his boots. Then, still blinking away XXXX and rubbing his eyes, Greg trailed after John into the other bedroom.
They had bound the young man because he was underfoot and bothersome, and John and Greg wanted to get it on in some privacy.
"Give me a hand here," muttered John as he lifted Jeffy to check the ropes at the youngster's wrists. Helpfully, Greg looped an arm under the boy's knees and hefted him upward on the bed. Jeffy protested into the gag, but the two men paid his feeble, incoherent arguments no attention.
"And you can just stop eye-balling us," said John. He had stepped back to admire the younger man's restraints, but now he grabbed Jeffy's ankles and pulled the boy off the bed onto his knees. John hooked a finger in the waist of the boy's boxers and tugged downward. "Think we ought to whip his ass?" he asked.
"What for? He hasn't done anything – yet!"
"I guess you're right," said Greg, and then he shrugged. "That oughta hold him."
"Yep," agreed John.
They talked about Jeffy over Cheerios. "Me, me, me," complained John. "Jeff's the most self-involved kid I've ever seen. I swear he thinks the whole world revolves around him and his own petty little concerns."
Greg raised an eyebrow. "You never really told me why he's here, anyway."
"He's some kind of cousin from the farm. The revenuers got his daddy and momma."
Greg's eyes widened. "No shit? The department of Alcohol, Firearms, and Tobacco got them?"
"No, seems they hadn't filed any income taxes since the 60's. The IRS finally got them."
Greg chucked. "And so you got the kid."
"Yep. I think we ought to mess with him some more."
"Oh? What do you have in mind."
"Well," said John. "I was thinking about what I said – about him being all wrapped up in himself."
"Yeah?"
"I'd like to see the little brat REALLY all wrapped up in himself, and, um, I'd like to be the one to do the wrapping. "
"All right," agreed Greg, grinning.
This took some effort, but, working together and threatening loudly, Greg and John got Jeffy into a kneeling position and roped his wrists to his knees.
"This isn't very good," said Greg. "He can push those ropes right off his knees."
"Not," said John, "if we tie his elbows to his belly."
"Okay."
When it was done, John couldn't avoid the temptation to MESS WITH his cousin even more. As Greg watched in some amusement, John made several adjustments, thought about each one, and then made more adjustments. After a while, Jeffy ceased to struggle and settled down to some gentle moaning through the gag and his nose.
"Down, down," said John as he put a boot alongside Jeffy's spine. Surprised, the young man complied and stayed that way, with his head touching the floor, as John stepped back to admire the effect.
Greg then snapped off the lights. The draperies in this room were thicker, and the slender bound lad on the floor was illuminated only by the light coming from the open door. What, Greg wondered, did the helpless young man think of his predicament now? He'd just have to ask the boy, he thought.
"I'm gonna go see if the paper's in yet," said John. Greg nodded absently, still keeping an eye on the partially bound boy on the floor.
Jeffy tried to contact Greg, in whom he thought he recognized some sympathy, through telepathy, but that did not seem to be working. Greg, instead, wandered off, leaving the door ajar, and Jeffy settled into a funk.
Really, he had had nothing better planned for Sunday morning, but this crap was beginning to get OLD. At first, it was just XXXX on him when cousin John and Greg wanted to get it on. Now, it seemed like John-boy was just tying him up for the hell of it.
Greg pulled the door the rest of the way closed, and Jeffy lay there as the room slowly brightened. Eventually, with some effort, he rolled onto his back.
Greg padded into the living room and peeled the sports and comics sections away from the pile of Sunday paper on John's lap. He chuckled at a few comic strips, and then he looked up again at John. Greg sighed. John was giving him the LOOK.
Lord-a-mercy, thought Greg. Johnny's horny AGAIN. Quickly, he set the newspaper aside, rose, and met his lover in the middle of the room. Greg's hands were soon on lower rim of John's muscle tee. He was surprised when John shook his head.
"Not here, man!" said John. "In there," indicating the door.
"No shit?" laughed Greg. "In there with wonder-boy tied up on the floor?"
"Yep. We don't have to lay a finger on him or say a word to him."
Greg's eyebrows were up, almost mocking, John thought.
"But then, we could lay a finger on him," admitted John.
Greg grinned, recognizing that this was his lover's plan all along.
And Jeffy, in the bedroom, lay very quietly, straining his ears, trying to discern what the other men planned.THE END?Jeffy played by Hector Greg played by Hal John played by SammyDate of Production: 11/06/2006
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Chip On His Shoudier
25 photos
"Ommppphhh, you sure are a big guy. Now get moving, Chippie. We’ve places to go and things to do."The cop grunted as I dragged him out of my truck. I was grunting myself; the cop had put up a good fight, and I was probably hurting as much as he was. But….I wasn’t the one tied up and gagged!
I had already been in a pissy mood when he pulled me over. One more ticket was going to screw my insurance and I had tried to reason with him. I called it reasoning, he called it having an attitude. One thing lead to another, I threw a punch at him, he swung at me, and we ended brawling on the side of the road. Luckily, I managed to get in one low blow, and I had the cop doubled up and retching. I was on an adrenaline high, and I had tackled him, knocking him flat on his CHP stomach. As I lay on top of him, feeling his hard cop body pinned under me, something took over my mind. I would plead temporary insanity if this ever came to charges, but the thought of having that cop helpless and under my control suddenly obsessed me. It had taken only a moment to grab his cuffs and put them on him, rip off his radio and toss it into the brush, and push his bike over into the ditch by the side of the road. I had dragged him to his feet and loaded him into the back of my truck. I stood over him, watching him squirm, listening to him gasp for breath. I sprang an instant woody. I didn’t care what happened to me, this cop was mine! Once he had regained his breath, he started swearing at me, telling me what big shit I was going to be in. A pair of my dirty briefs and some duct tape had taken care of that. Some nice white rope wrapped around his studly cop body incapacitated him. Handcuffs were all good and proper in their place, but I knew these cops had their tricks to get out of their cuffs. This big boy wasn’t going to be able free himself from my knots, not for a long time. Besides, I wanted him to be really uncomfortable. That snug rope threaded through his groin wasn’t going to make him a happy camper.
"GGGMMMMPHHHHH! MMPPGHBIGMMMGSHIT!"
Ah, the sound of gagged curses. I felt full of …energy. It was amazing how some stuffing and duct tape could shut up even the cockiest of cops. His muffled grunts were music to my ears.
"Come along officer, sit down and take a load off of your feet. That’s right, make yourself comfortable. Here, you don’t need those sunglasses. It isn’t that bright in here."
I nearly blew right then and there, as the cop glared at me defiantly. He was one hot number, and he was MINE! This cop might think he was tough, but when I got through with him, he would be singing a different story. I was trying not to salivate as I looked at him. I could barely stand up I was so horny, and I saw his eyes widen as he caught sight of the bulge in my jeans. He stared at my groin, and then looked down. I saw him blush until he was as red as tomato. This was interesting development.
"I see that you noticed how happy I am to be in your company, officer. We’re going to enjoy our time together, believe me."
The Chippie didn’t seem too happy about that. He reared to his feet and tried to butt me in the stomach with his head. I nimbly stepped out of his way, and then wrestled him to the floor. It didn’t take me too long to get his legs and ankles tightly encased in rope. The sight of the white rope against his high shiny black leather boots almost did me in. I was panting for breath almost as much as he was, but for a different reason. Blood was running to both of my heads as I placed him back on his milk carton stool. I ran my hand over his cropped hair, and caressed his cheek, just where it was bulging over his tight tape gag.
"Don’t you worry, officer, everything is going to be just fine. You don’t have a thing to worry about me. Trust me."
I smiled at him brightly, even though I was practically hyperventilating with lust. He didn’t seem to have quite such a sanguine outlook at the situation as he glared at me, panting under his gag. I could see fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, glistening in his short hair. It took almost all of my willpower not to lick them from his skin. I ran my hand over his uniformed chest, letting my fingers linger over his badge. I might just keep a souvenir or two once I was finished with him. I was moaning under my breath and rubbing my bulging groin as I stroked his chest, and this seemed to alarm him even more. Even though he was trussed up hand and foot, he made yet another futile effort to escape my roving hands. He dragged himself to his feet. I could see the look of panic, and….something else in his eyes as he stood there, facing me. I could see fear, but the look of defiance had been replaced by a look of – I couldn’t quite place it. Speculation? Pleading? He shook his head and tried to say something. He wasn’t cursing now. It sounded more like no, please, no. Then he lost his balance and started to fall over. I caught him in my arms and lowered him to the floor. I felt something unexpected as I had his firm body clutched to mine. Now this was really interesting.
"What’s this, officer? I don’t think that is just your cup that feels so hard down there. Should I investigate?"
"MMMNOOOO! NNOOOOOOOO!"
The cop wriggled around, like on a fish on a hook as I started to pat him. He was trying to hide something, something that was making him beet-red with shame. He even managed to flip himself over on his stomach in his vain effort to conceal the bulging boner that was causing his uniform breeches to expand. His cup had either cracked or somehow been dislodged during our fight, and now there was nothing to hide his evident physical excitement. Would wonders never cease? It seemed as if the cop was as excited about his helpless predicament as I was – but he was ashamed of it. I would have to help, wouldn’t I? I got to work immediately.THE ENDCHiP played by Stu Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/03/2005 -
Rite of Passage by GR
26 photos
"You about ready, Rich?" Mike yelled as he tied his tie. He and Rich had been through hell pledging Delta Chi, and he wasn't about to miss their initiation bash just because Rich was being fussy about which tie might go with his shirt.
"Seriously, Rich, we have to go." Mike commanded as he slipped on his suit jacket. Hoping it might be harder to ignore him face to face, Mike made his way down the hall to his roommate's room. As soon as he turned the corner into Rich's room, Mike realized that something was wrong. His roommate was laying on the ground, all dressed and ready to go but out cold. Mike kneeled down to check on Rich, and that's when he felt something cold and hard pressed against the back of his head.
"Make a sound or a move, and I'll kill you." sXXXXped a somewhat familiar voice. "Don't worry about your pal, or should I say, your brother. He just had an unfortunate run in with some XXXX. He'll be back on his feet in no time...well, I don't know about on his feet. Pick him up and start dragging--we're headed to the basement."
It hadn't taken Mike long to figure out who the mystery guest was. "Craig, look, I know you're pissed off about not making it into Delta. I'd be pretty pissed, too, but this is going too far. What do you think you're doing?"
"How about you do as your told and let me decide how far is too far. I'm the one with the XXXX. Now drag his sorry ass downstairs--move it."
Mike did as he was told. It wasn't easy. Rich was a solid guy. He carefully pulled his roommate down the stairs, all under the watchful eye of Craig Nichols, who, by Mike's estimation, was a geeky asshole who had no business pledging a frat in the first place. The guys had given him hell, including Mike and Rich. When it was time to send Craig walking for good, Mike and Rich had followed the orders handed down from the powers that be at Delta Chi. They'd gotten Craig shit-faced XXXX and then left him bound and gagged, and
completely naked, tied to a flagpole at the center of campus. Needless to say, Craig had become a laughing stock.
"Bet you guys thought you were being pretty funny, huh? You fucked with the wrong guy this time around. I'm going to see to it that you learn a real good lesson," Craig growled as they descended the stairs.
Once they arrived at the bottom, Craig instructed Mike to seat Rich in one of two open chairs. He then tossed Mike several coils of rope. "Look familiar? I managed to hang onto some of the rope you guys used on me. Tie his hands and feet--tight, too. I'll be checking your work." Seeing no choice, Mike did as he was told. He looped the rope tightly around Rich's wrists, tying them off best he could. He then moved to Rich's feet, trussing his ankles tightly.
"Nice job. Now, it's your turn. Second chair is yours--have a seat." Mike sat down, as Craig made his way over. "Now I can't take any chances of you trying anything while I'm tying you up, so I hope you'll understand if I..." Before he could finish the sentence and before Mike knew what was happening, Craig had clamped a handkerchief soaked in XXXX tightly over Mike's mouth. "Take it easy now," Craig said. "Remember, I'm the one with the XXXX." Mike knew better than to fight it. Besides, his head had already beXXXX to swim. He gave into the sweet smell filling his nose and mouth and drifted off.
Once Mike was out, Craig made quick work of him, tying his wrists and ankles tight. He moved over to check on Rich, making sure Mike had done the job right. "Good boy," Craig mumbled, as he noted the bang-up job Mike had done in securing his friend. Craig then fished a couple of handkerchiefs and a roll of tape out of his pocket. Rich had beXXXX to stir. Craig knew he had to move fast. "Craig, what the fuck are you doing?" the now awakened Rich shouted."That's for me to know and for you to find out very shortly, now open your mouth, asshole." Rich sat defiantly, refusing to open his mouth. "I don't have time for this," Craig sXXXXped, as he clamped onto Rich's nose. Rich held out as long as he could, but he had to breathe eventually. As soon as he opened his mouth, Craig stuffed the handkerchief deep inside. He then plastered two long strips of white tape over Rich's mouth. "Your friend over here will be a lot less trouble," Craig said. As he'd predicted, the still XXXX Mike couldn't put up a fight. Craig stuffed the second handkerchief deep into Mike's mouth and secured it there with a couple large pieces of tape. He then repositioned Rich's and Mike's chairs and tied them back to back for good measure.
"Listen, I hate to leave you guys here all alone, but I think I might smell something burning upstairs, and, well, I'd hate to be stuck in here when this whole place goes up.
Guess you're going to miss the initiation, though. Tough break."
Craig made his way upstairs, where he doused everything he could in gasoline. He then lit a candle in a pool of it and made his way out, mumbling, "Another case of careless college kids."
Down in the basement, Mike was beginning to stir. Rich, on the other hand was now wide awake and well aware of their predicament. He tried to warn Mike about the impending fire, but the handkerchief and tape combo rendered his words inaudible. That's when he saw it.
In his hurry to finish things up, Craig had left the scissor he used to cut the tape laying on a table nearby. Rich began desperately attempting to direct Mike's attention to the scissors. It took Mike a second, but he finally figured out why Rich as pulling them to the right. He joined the effort, and, before long, Rich had the scissors in hand. He could smell smoke by that point and knew that he didn't have long. He worked the blade of the scissors between his wrists and the rope. It hurt like hell, but he frantically worked the blade against the ropes. After a few minutes, much to his relief, the rope on his wrists gave. Rich pulled his wrists apart and immediately set to work on his feet. Without even pausing to remove his gag, he began work on Mike, using the scissors to free Mike's wrists and ankles. Fortunately for them both, there was a small window in the corner. As they scurried out of the now blazing home, their thoughts turned to Craig, and how he was now going to be wishing he'd never fucked with them. Once they'd made it outside and removed the tape and soaking handkerchiefs from their mouths, they began to plot their revenge.Mike played by Leo Rich played by Kent
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/19/2007 -
Outsmarting Myself by Soft Touch
33 photos
Ahh, this is the life! Right now all of my SEAL buddies were off in the swamps; playing in the mud, eating snakes and lizards, and having fun with the alligators while they played their silly Escape & Evasion games. But not me, I was smart. I played by the rules. All the rules said was that we had to stay away from our barracks and escape and evade the Aggressor XXXX for three days. Well, what better place to escape and evade to than my old buddy’s condo?
All I had to do was to hang out here for three days and then splash myself with a little mud and walk back into our barracks like I had been out playing in the swamp the whole time. All I had to do was—
“Hello Teasely.”
“What…?” Oh no, it was Torres and Cox from the Aggressor XXXX! How did they know I was here?
“Seaman Teasely, you are our prisoner,” Petty Officer Cox announced with an evil grin on his face.
Oh no, this was horrible! I was still trying to figure out where they came from and how they found me while they grabbed my skinny frame and began wrapping and tying tight ropes all around me.
“Wait a minute! You can’t come in here! This is private property! I’m gonna—“
Petty Officer Torres XXXX my face with his big hand while his buddy Petty Officer Cox looped a folded neckerchief over my head and then began drawing it hard up against my lips while Torres XXXX my jaws apart until the thick cloth slipped in between my teeth and began pulling the corners of my mouth back while Cox tied the folded cloth tightly behind my neck.
Then they pushed me back down into the chair and stood over me menacingly.
“Mmmeaman Mmmeasley,” I recited into the folds of cloth that were trapping my tongue down in the bottom of my mouth. “Mmmgited Gates Gavy—“
“Save you breath Teasely,” Cox grinned at me. “We ain’t interested in your name or your number.”
“Yea, we want you to tell us more interesting things just like your friends did,” Torres taunted.
Cox saw the look of surprise on my face and laughed. “Things like how smart you are and where you would be hiding out.”
My heart sunk down into my feet. What did these cruel bastards do to my friends to make them talk? They wouldn’t betray me like this.
“Now you just relax. You’re going to be here for a long time,” Cox advised.
“Yea, don’t go nowhere,” Torres laughed. “We’re gonna raid the kitchen.”
I watched the two of them disappear into the kitchen and I don’t mind telling you that I was scared. Somehow I had to get out of here!
So I struggled and I strained and I tried to ignore the pain of those tight ropes cutting into my body everywhere, but it was no good. Those knots were just too tight.
Maybe if I could get out the door? Maybe if somebody saw me they could help?
It wasn’t easy. Every muscle in my body was hurting by the time I was done.
But I did manage to get up on my feet. Now if I could just get the door open--?
“Going somewhere Teasely?” Petty Officer Cox taunted me.
“Yea, take a load off.” Petty Officer Torres gave me a little push and my whole bound-up body toppled over and down onto the floor.
“Now pay attention,” Cox advised. “We’re going to play a little game.”
“Yea, we brought you a few friends from the swamp,” Torres laughed.
Then I watched while Cox reached into an AWOL bag and took out a jar of muddy water with some black wormy things swimming in it. “We got some leeches.”
Then Torres pulled a wooden cage out of the bag and showed me a yellow and green spider that was as big as a coffee saucer. “An’ we got Freddy the Spider.”
And then a chuckling Cox took another jar out of the bag and showed me a many-legged creature that was so big its body was curled around to almost fill up the jar. “And then we got Petey the Centipedee. You ever been stung by a centipede?”
The skin all over my body began to crawl as I shook my gagged face from side to side. These guys were clearly insane!
“So here’s the deal,” Torres moved his ugly face close to mine. “We’re going to give you thirty minutes. You can either get loose from those ropes or you can tell us everything we want to know. You do either one and we’ll let you go back out to the swamp with the other guys where you belong.”
“Yea but if you don’t,” Cox chuckled. “Then we’re gonna start introducing you to our friends here, and then you’re gonna talk plenty.”
I looked up at their evil faces and then over at their creepy-crawly friends.
Then I began to struggle and strain and twist my body and roll all over the floor while I tried to find some way to escape from those cruel ropes.
But there was no escape. My body was had.
And then my head began to hurt and I felt like I was going to cry because I just had to admit it to myself. Teasely, you’ve outsmarted yourself again.THE ENDTeasley played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2004
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Training by Ivor Ciccone
32 photos
Training
by Ivor Ciccone
One of the few pleasures I get from my job as senior prison guard is the opportunity to put a dude on ice. When it's an aggressive stud of a prisoner misbehavin it's very rewarding seeing him restrained. The procredure of restraint has become my speciality, I'm trained in the physical and psychological course of actions required in getting a guy to submit.
So I get to head the immobalization crew, I get to grab nasty skinhead bastards and pin 'em down on the ground, overpower spanish druglords and gag 'em with thier bandanas. And when I tire of the stress of rowdy prisoners I get to practice my restraint and immobalization techniques on the new recruit guards and teach them some moves. I love my work.
There was one cute new dude that I was particularly looking forward to (res)training whose name was Taylor. When his time came I was waiting at the door to surprise him, he entered and I grabbed both his wrists from behind and had him cuffed in seconds.
"Shit, sir!" he spat as I pushed my new boy up against the wall, "I thought we were supposed to learn how to get them into cuffs not get cuffed ourselves!"
"I'm demonstrating how quickly and easily I can put you on ice, kid. I want you to be at this level, the same as me as soon as possible. You also got to learn to have your guard up, boy, have your wits about you, what if I was a con? Your ass would be mine! Turn around to face me."
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
"That's what guard means kid, keeping your guard up", I said as I unrolled the noisy black duct and tore off a strip.
"Uh, yes sir", Andre said while lookin apprehensive at the duct approachin his mouth.
"The next step in restraint, kid, if the prisoner isn't giving us respect and is cussin' and spitting, is the gag."
"MMYEFFER!", the grunt managed to say into the tape as I handgagged him, sealing his lips.
"We seal the duct on tight, then get the con down on his knees with this move, pay attention boy, I wanna see you do this to someone else when I'm finished.."
"MMYEFFER!"
"Get your finger in the muscle below the collar bone and XXXX them into submission, like this.."
"MMMMYYEEEFFFFEERR", the kid exclaimed in pain as I directed him to his knees. He had the expression lots of them have at this point, they realise thier yours and look at you all puppy dog like."
"Next we wrap duct around the cons legs assuring he can't kick and lash out with them or run away and then the upper arms providing extra security and preventing excess movement."
"MYEFFER", the kid said as he wriggled his body around in the tape trying to get comfortable.
"Now I want you to understand what a prisoner feels like when you have this much power over him. You are completely subordinated to me right now Taylor, do you undrstand that boy?"
"MMYEEFFERR". Ha ha I was lovin this.
"I got you all to myself now kid and if you dont start behavin yourself in the pen I might just stop behavin myself when we're alone like this."
"MHUH?", the kid exclaimed.
"I'm talkin to you as if you are an inmate kid. Respond! I'm gonna behave badly towards you because you been behavin badly in the pen!"
Taylor squirmed in the tape. "If I hear that you been dealing drugs in here again kid I might just drag you in here and fuck your cute lil ass! Howd' you like them apples?"
"MMMMPPFFF!", he said and looked up at me kinda scared.
"Now I hear you been takin advantage of the younger guys in here, they've accused you of XXXX, boy!"
"MMMPPPPFFFF?"
"Yea and I wanna know why you've been misbehaving like this, so lets take a look. You payin attention Taylor? This is what we do with the rapists."
I put my hand on the kids crotch. To my delight, he was hard.
"You like playing with boys? Lets see how you like me playing with you!" I undid the kids uniform revealing his toned bod and then his flies so his hard dick stuck out.
He looked at me with caution but trust, I could see Taylor believed this to be official training.
"Lie down", I said and pushed him horizontal, puppy dog eyes starin up at me.
"The next step in the cons humiliation is sight deprivation", I said, "leaving them in a state of undress increases thier state of distress"
"Mmyeffer" the kid said, quieter than previously, a little subdued.
"What boy?"
"MMYEFFER!"
"Better! Don't let this training affect you boy!", I said as I sealed his eyes shut.
I sat back in my chair and squeezed my crotch as I took in the sweet sight of Taylor trussed, gagged, blindfolded, undressed and squirming.
"Lastly we pin a sign on the dude detailing his shortcomings and put him out on exhibition, which is
what I'm about to do to you.."
"MMMMPPPPPFFFFF!"
"Then I want you to get that cute Jonny kid in here and demonstrate what I've taught you on him, ok?"
"MMYEFFER".
Ah, I love my job.finTaylor played by Andre
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 04/28/2005 -
Puppy Training
28 photos; 5:12 video
ModelL Connor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/29/2010 -
Back 2 Back
26 photos
Model: Troy
Model: Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/26/2004
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Packing It Away
19 photos; 4:42 video
The Victim played by Dean
The Bad Guy played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/03/2017 -
Taking Out the Guard
27 photos; 7:36 video
The Guard played by Rick
The Bad Guy played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of 01/03/2017 -
Robbed Roy by Kurt
20 photos
"The Cat"..that's what some of my more disreputable friends had beXXXX to call me. Sure, I'd been in the straight world for years, but then I got hit by the downsizing express, and decided to supplement my meager unemployment check with a few break-ins now and then. Hey, a gold watch here, a laptop there...helps pay the rent and keep me in beer and cigarettes. I'm pretty good, too....I always case the joint out and sneak in when I know nobody's around.
I had this one house set up..I knew the owners were on vacation for two weeks.. I have my sources. It was easy to crack the sliding glass door...funny, the air conditioning was on. I made my way upstairs, and heard a soft buzzing sound. Shit! Someone was here, XXXX! I reached for my hidden object (hell, it's small but gets the job done) and clicked on the bedroom light. I saw a guy stretched out..his chest bare but wearing an ugly pair of flannel pajama bottoms with polar bears romping all over them!
Those pajamas offended my refined sense of taste, so I decided the stud would have to pay!
"Wake up!" I growled, and the dude, who must have been a light XXXXer, popped his eyes open.
"What the...." he gasped. I had my hand clamped firmly over his mouth.
"Shut up and you won't get hurt," I ordered, in my best B-gangster movie voice. "Put your hands together!" I reached into my backpack for some rope as the bewildered house guest complied, crossing his wrists in his lap.
"Who are you?" I demanded, while roping his wrists tightly together. "This place was supposed to be empty!"
"It's my brother's house...I'm just house-sitting," he replied. There was a nice combination of defiance and fear in his voice as he answered my questions.
"Well, that's tough, buddy. My rent's due so I need a few goodies to hock." He glared at me as I pulled off his white sweat socks and began tying his ankles and feet. He grunted as I pulled the knots tight.
"Hey! Not so tight!!" He was a good looking stud, there was no denying, and as usual, I was getting turned on as I tied him up.
I glanced down at the bedside and spotted a pair of discarded black over-the calf socks. I reached down and grabbed one, and stretched it out.
My victim tried to pull away as I approached him with the sock gag.
"Please, you don't have to...GGUMMPPPHH!!", was all he got out as I stuffed the sock in and tied it tightly at the back of his neck.
Realizing that he'd be able to reach the gag with his hands tied in front, I quickly added some more rope, binding his wrists to his ankles in a front hog tie. He moaned again as the ropes kept him in a pulled-up position, and I just couldn't resist. I reached down and stroked his firm ass through the pajama bottoms. I could feel the thin straps of a jock or thong under the flannel, and knew I'd have to check it out further. I gave his sexy bound feet a quick tickle, waved the XXXX at him and warned him to keep still while I checked for some hot stuff in the other rooms. He nodded his head in agreement, glaring at me. Damn, he looked hot trussed up like a turkey in white rope, the black gag cleaving his sexy mouth.
I ripped off a few trinkets, and yanked the DVD player out of the wall. Not a big haul, but it would keep me going for a couple of days. Maybe I could get something else....I returned to the bedroom where Mr. PJ lay still bound and compliant and gagged into enXXXX silence.
"MMmmpphh!!", he moaned, as I came towards him, my hand pulling at the waistband of his tacky pajamas. My hand brushed against a hard bulge in the loose flannel.
Who says crime doesn't pay????
The End
The Victim played by Roy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2002
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Wrong Window by Kirone
26 photos
“Fuck, I’m all tied up!” Matt yelled. He was quickly silenced by the barrel of something shoved between his teeth.
“So, tough guy, you were sent to SILENCE ME? Hope you like being gagged!”
Matt was still groggy. He did not protest as a ball gag was shoved into his mouth and clasped behind his head. “Must get some things for our Mafioso here.” Matt was left alone.
“I am fucked!” he thought to himself as he waited. A cold blooded killer, Matt was hired by the Gambino boss to neutralize his victim. He had scoped out the place, or at least he figured he did. Climbing into the window was easy enough – except --- ‘what a fuckin ass’ – he went through the wrong one – and ended up with a bat across his back of his head.
He checked his ropes. His wrists were tied behind his back, his legs bound at his ankles and thighs. The guy was good. Little ropes applied tightly and knotted away from his fingers. He mind was racing. “This bastard will kill me for sure now that he knows what my plan was.” Matt panicked. He tried to get his tied hands under his butt but it was impossible. He began to rotate his hands in the ropes, only finding out that the cords became a saw slicing his wrists. He landed on his belly and tried to roll to the window – but to no avail. His captor returned carrying a sack.
Matt watched him slowly unpack the items ---- it seemed like plastic rope, a lighter and tape. “You like being tied up little bastard?” Matt just moaned in the ball gag. “Seems like I will have to teach you a lesson. Brace yourself for a full roping!”
Matt began to buck as his captor took a roll of wide “Gorilla tape.” “The strongest tape in the world they say.” Matt tried kicking but quickly his head was mummified with the tape, blinding his eyes and making any gag sound impossible. Ear plugs were put into his ears and taped in place. Now deaf, blind and gagged the first rope was applied his elbows behind his back. Matt exhaled loudly was his arms were contorted behind his back as his wrists touched. His body jerked as he felt a flame, against the rope, melting the knot that lashed his elbows together, Then his upper arms were lashed to his sides and his wrists fixed firmly into the small of his back. Each knot melted. Matt was sweating profusely – he could feel his undershirt heavy with sweat as his was pushed onto his belly on the floor. The Gorilla tape was taped around his forearms, from elbows to wrists, and the binding on his wrists were circled with it, ripping out his forearm hairs. He locked his legs to prevent him from being hogtied, but the captor kept pounding the back of his thighs until he released the lock. Matt felt his hair pulled back, and his ankles were hogtied to his wrists. Matt realized how helpless he was – and if he struggled it seemed to the ropes only tightened.
Now, we plan to make a special delivery.
Blind as he was, Matt realized there were some others in the room. He felt hands lifting him up, and his hogtied body was put into a large sack and tied off. Carried to the garage, he was dumped like a sack of potatoes, into the trunk of a car.
The car drove for what seemed like an eternity for the tied up 21 year old. When it stopped, the trunk popped. Matt felt the cold rain soaking the sack and him as he was dumped hard on concrete.
He struggled for hours until he heard voices.
A knife was cutting the sack away. The tape was pulled from his eyes.
“Cops! Fuckin cops”
“No need to cuff him. Leave him as he is!”
Matt was dumped into the back of the police car and Mr. Gambino was arrested. Matt kept banging his gagged head on the seat – mumbling something about a ‘wrong window.”
Date of Production: 12/08/2008 -
Football Cub
23 photos; 6:19 video
The Football Cub played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/11/2016 -
Janitor's Closet
22 photos; 5:47 video
Model: Patrick
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/27/2016
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GEEK'S REVENGE by SoftTouch
26 photos
What the hell was going on here? One moment I was feeling really good and stripping off my uni after a great game. The next moment some fool had come up behind me and slipped the pouch of a jockstrap down over my nose and mouth. “Grrr! Who’s the fucking asshole?” I growled even while I realized that somebody had stuffed a damp sweat sock inside of that jock pouch and now the damp cotton of that sock was all clinging to my face. My stomach rolled over at the thought of somebody else’s smelly sock touching my face and then I began to smell this strange sweetness on the damp sock. What was that stuff? The next thing I knew there were all kinds of strange colors dancing around in front of my face and I was starting to feel awfully dizzy. I tried to reach up with my hands to claw the damp sock jock off of my face, but to my surprise my arms wouldn’t even move. They just lay there like they were aXXXX or something. This wasn’t right! And then what I could see of the locker room around the jock covering my face began to spin all around and around and everything was getting darker and darker. Then everything went black and it stayed black even after I opened my eyes again. That really scared me. Was I awake or was I dreaming? And then some of the sensation began to return to my XXXX body and I could feel some kind of cloth tied tightly over my eyes. A blindfold! Who blindfolded me? And then I began to feel the ropes. They were tied all around my chest and my arms and holding my hands tightly together behind me. “Mmmhatmargoogooinggome?” I growled half in fear and half in desperation, but my words came out all wrong because now I could feel a thick band of cloth tied between my spread teeth which was trapping my tongue down in the bottom of my mouth so that I couldn’t use it. My fear gave me strength and I managed to get back up on my feet and looked around with my blindfolded eyes. Where was I? Who had done this to me? I couldn’t see anything and I couldn’t hear anything and that was really scaring me. Then another wave of dizziness washed over me from the XXXX they gave me and I felt my wobbly legs lowering me back down onto my knees. And then I heard footsteps. There were footsteps coming toward me. “Mmmelp! Mmelp mmeee!” I pleaded into the choking cloth. The footsteps came really close. Then I could feel someone standing right behind me. And then I could feel somebody’s hands on my head, taking possession of me in the dark, and a little voice deep inside me whimpered “Please don’t hurt me!” Then I felt harsh fingers spreading over my eyes and clawing against my skin and I think I cried out a little before those fingers pulled the tight band of cloth off of my eyes and let me see again. “Hello Bjork the Pork. Fancy finding you here,” a familiar voice laughed. At first the bright lights hurt my eyes and it took a few moments before I could see anything. Then I looked up to see Danny Four Eyes standing over me with a pleased smirk on his face. “I’m glad you arrived in time for our little party,” the little Geek grinned at me. What party? What was Danny Four Eyes talking about? “Oh come on, Bjork,” he chided me. “Did you really think stocking masks would prevent us from finding out who raided Geek Territory the other night? We know all of you now. We Geeks, we’re really good at finding out things. And we Geeks are really pissed off after all of the damage you and your jock-buddies did to our rooms and our computers and everything. And we Geeks know that you Bjork were the ring-leader who planned the whole thing so you’re going to be the first one we pay back. “Mmmmhatmormonnagoo?” Bjork was really scared now. Geeks were smart. There was no telling what kind of pay-back they might come up with. “We’re going to have a little Hair Party for you Bjork,” Danny Four Eyes purred as he ran his fingers lightly over the patches of hair on my chest. “You know, hair today, gone tomorrow. We’re going to shave you just as clean as a newborn baby – and I do mean everywhere,” Danny Four Eyes actually laughed at me. “Mmmooman’tgooghat!” I began to struggle to get my feet under me, but the next thing I knew Danny Four Eyes was holding a damp handkerchief over my nose. The XXXX cloth smelled just like that sweet-smelling sock from before. I tried to twist my face away, but Danny Four Eyes surprised me with how strong he was as he kept that damp cloth pressed against my face until those strange dizzying fumes began rushing into my nose again. “Don’t worry,” Danny Four Eyes purred into my ear. “I’m not going to put you XXXX this time. I just want to relax and take some nice deep breaths. That’s right, now just a couple more to calm you down. Good boy.” I tried not to breathe any of the XXXX stuff, but before I knew it my whole body was starting to feel really relaxed, and there were those strange colors dancing in front of my eyes again, and there was nothing I could do to stop Danny Four Eyes from tying my knees and my ankles really close together with tight ropes. “There, now you won’t be tempted to try and run away. That would spoil our little party. Now I want you to just lie here quietly while I make a few calls to my fellow Geeks. I’m sure that they will all want to be in on this.” Then Danny Four Eyes walked away and left me all alone. Desperation and fear filled my head and shook my body. I had to get out of here! Little by little the chemical haze began to leave my body and I could feel the strength returning to my arms and legs. But then I discovered what a clever little Geek Danny Four Eyes was. No matter how much I struggled and growled and rolled around on the floor, his clever knots wouldn’t let me go. Instead those tight ropes held me tighter and tighter like one of those hugging snakes and the drool-soaked cloth in my mouth swelled up bigger and bigger until I could hardly breathe around it. And then I heard the door open and squirmed around to see – Danny Four Eyes and a whole bunch of his Geek friends were coming toward me. And every single Geek was holding clippers and shaving cream and scissors and razors...! Fear shook my body and I begged and pleaded into my soggy gag for them to please not do this to me, but they couldn’t hear me. They were all too busy laughing and giggling while they stripped my helpless body down to prepare me for their Geek’s Revenge. THE END The Taken Jock played by Mike Photography by Caitiff
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The Secured Guard By Caitiff
40 photos
When Dennis applied for the job as a security guard, he had been led to believe the hardest thing about it was staying awake. Dennis didn't like the hours, eight at night until six in the morning and he really didn't like that he was all by himself all night but his new boss had assured him that all he was guarding was some old files that the company stored in the building. Dennis was just to make sure the building didn't catch on fire or anything. It wasn't like anybody was going to be breaking in to steal old tax returns or receipts. Dennis hadn't even been issued a concealed item. But he did need the money and it certainly did seem unlikely that he would ever have to be stopping any burglars. So on his first night, Dennis passed the time listening to the radio and doing rounds every thirty minutes of so. All alone in the building was a little creepy but Dennis concentrated on his work. He did wish that the building had had security cameras but apparently the owners were so unconcerned about security that they had decided not to bother with the expense. That should have been Dennis' first clue. At eleven thirty Dennis started another of his rounds. Everything seemed normal. Except for a window that someone had left open. Dennis closed it without a thought. That should have been Dennis' second clue. The third clue was the trio of men in ski masks who greeted Dennis as he walked into to check one of the offices in the basement. "What the...?" Was all Dennis could get out before he was roughly grabbed by two of the men. The third held his concealed item on Dennis. "Do as we say and you get to live through this! Turn around now!" the an with the concealed item, the apparent leader, ordered. Dennis didn't have much choice. Dennis was a big guy, he had played football in college and unlike a lot of other guys, hadn't let his body go. But being a big muscular guy didn't mean much against a concealed item. Dennis was led to a storage closet and shoved against a door. His hands were then pulled behind him and his hands tied tightly with rope. "All, right. Now we just need to keep you out of the way while we make a little visit to the bank. Put him in the closet!" Dennis didn't know what the lead burglar was talking about. the closest bank was several blocks away. But he never got a chance to ask about it. A filthy black rag was shoved between his lips and tied tightly behind his head. "Mmmmpph!" was all Dennis could say as he was shoved into the closet. "Relax", one of the men said before he went to join his friends, " Think of this as a break on company time." The closet door was left open, undoubtedly so the burglars could keep an eye on their captive. Bound and gagged, Dennis could only shift around to get more comfortable. The burglars seemed to be busy with some kind of equipment though, so every time their backs were turned, Dennis twisted and struggled, trying to break free of his bonds. Unfortunately, the rope was securely tied. The men took out a jack hammer and suddenly the room was filled by a cacophony. Slowly the wall of the basement was ripped apart, revealing another opening on the other side! "Bet you didn't even know that was there, did you?" The lead burglar asked Dennis. Since he was gagged, Dennis didn't bother replying. The man continued, "Back in the thirties the city tried to construct a subway but they ran out of money so they simply sealed up the tunnels and built over them. Then the records got lost. This tunnel goes clear across town and no one even knows about it but us. All we had to do was find a nice easy place to break into it. Lucky for us, your employers weren't too concerned about security." The men made to enter the tunnel, undoubtedly to break into the bank. To ensure that Dennis didn't get away, they tied his legs together at his ankles. They then left through the tunnel. Dennis knew he had to get free. The burglars may have been content to leave him bound and gagged for now but who knew what would happen when they returned. With every muscle he had, Dennis struggled against the ropes. He tried expanding his chest against the ropes around his body and shifting his legs back and forth but to no effect. He also desperately searched for the knots on the ropes binding his wrists with his fingertips. Unfortunately, he could only find one and no matter how hard he tried, Dennis couldn't undo it. It didn't help that his hands were growing numb and his arms beginning to cramp. After several hours, all Dennis could do was roll around on the floor in the vain hope that he could somehow reach a phone and call for help. In the end, all of Dennis' struggles were in vain. When the men returned hours later, Dennis was no closer to freedom then when they had left. He was only much more sore. "Been trying to get loose?" The lead burglar asked as he stood over Dennis' bound and helpless body on the floor. If Dennis had been uncomfortable before, he was even more so after he was hog tied. What little movement he had had before was gone as he was constrained into a tight little ball on the closet floor. The burglars made to leave. While his partners packed up their jack hammer and loot, the leader stood watch over Dennis. He seemed to like watching as the security guard squirmed on the floor, making faint grunting noises through his gag. Finally the men were ready to go. " Guess it's time to go. But first, I'd better take care of you." Dennis didn't like the way the burglar said "take care of" and his heart jumped into his throat as the burglar reached into his jacket, apparently for his concealed item. However, instead the thief pulled out a large stack of cash. He then bent down and reached into the front of Dennis' pants! After a lot more touching then was probably required, the thief deposited the stolen loot in the front of Dennis' underwear, wedged into his crotch. "For your trouble" and then the lead burglar walked away, closing the closet door behind him. Dennis didn't know what to make of that but he figured he would much rather be tied up and XXXX by another guy then tied up and shot. Dennis counted his blessings. Again, Dennis spent his time rolling and squirming on the floor though not to try to get loose. He had given up on that. But the ropes bit into his flesh and his muscles were cramping. Not to mention, the wad of cash was chafing his private parts. Even the gag was biting into his mouth. Dennis knew when it was six in the morning because he heard the people coming into the building through the ventilation ducts. He even heard his boss asking if anybody had seen Dennis anywhere. "Mmmmmm! Mmmm mmaaa mfffaaaa!" Dennis tried moaning out but while he could hear everybody upstairs, no one could hear him in the basement with the ventilation going. It wasn't until the people who worked in the basement came into work and saw the gaping hole in the wall that any one knew something was up. With what was left of his strength, Dennis rolled to the door. After a lot of moaning and thumping around he finally managed to get their attention. After several minutes of trying to find a knife to cut the ropes which were to tight to be untied, Dennis finally was free. As he stretched, one of the other workers noticed the large bulge the money stuck in his crotch made. "At least you enjoyed yourself a little." she joked. Dennis left his job after that. Though he did keep the money. The End Dennis played by Tony Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/05/2002
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I Been Bad Santa
27 photos; 4:35 video
Date created 12/03/2016 Model: DADDYboy Badguy: Slade
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Featured Update
Spanking It
24 photos; 6:20 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/11/2024
Tags: spanking, plug gag, socks, grope, shirtless, otter, bad guy, dominated
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Featured Update
Gagging a Friend
19 photos; 2:51 video
Bound Guy played by Jack Stone
Bad Guy played by Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/12/2024
Tags: gagging, hand gag, chair tied, tape gag, cleave gag, bad guy
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Featured Update
Fun Part of the Job
32 photos; 5:21 video
Model: Connor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/24/2024
Tags: nude,, nudity, muscle, hog tie, butt, grope, cleave gag, bare foot
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Featured Update
You Owe me Money
30 photos; 4:04 video
Model: Leo Nein
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/08/2024
Tags: bad guy, plot, hog tie, socks, cleave gag, dominated -
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White Long Johns
20 photos; 3:40 video
Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12-08-2024
Tags: underwear, twink, cleave gag, bare foot, hog tie -
Featured Update
Around the House
25 photos; 3:56 video
Model: Christopher Rotten
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/14/2024
Tags: shirtless, tattoos. underwear, hopping, cleave gag, socks, twink
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Featured Update
Work Interrupted
25 photos; 3:30 video
Office Worker played by Adrian Fowler
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2024
Tags: gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hog tie
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Featured Update
The Unlocked Door
24 photos; 3:16 video
Bound Guy played by Holden Cox
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/04/2024
Tags: grabbed, bad guy, hopping, plot, twink, socks, cleave gag, hand gag, gagging