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SMOKE BREAK by SoftTouch

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Tim really liked his new job as a surgical aide at the hospital even though Nurse Barbwire was a slave driver and Tim really hated the hospital’s no smoking policy which meant that he had to find a quiet out of the way place every time he wanted a cigarette. Tim smiled as he opened the door to an unused office area and slipped inside. Nobody would think to look for him in here. Tim was already reaching for his cigarettes and lighter when he looked up to see two men in the office. One of the men was holding a bag full of hospital supplies and drugs and the other man was holding a concealed item! “Oh my Gosh!” Tim gasped silently. Then Tim tried to back out of the office as quietly as he came in, but then the two men saw him. “Com’ ere Bright Eyes.” The man with the concealed item pointed it right at Tim. Tim got a real tight feeling in his throat and his legs started to tremble as he walked slowly toward the two men. “Listen, I just wanted a smoke, and I didn't see anything, and—“ The other man’s big hand clamped tightly over Tim’s mouth. “What're we going to do with him?” “I've got my silencer. We could do him right here and nobody would hear nothing.” “No, that sounds too messy. And he’s too big to smuggle out to the car,” the other man said while his big fingers massaged Tim’s cheeks. “Just how smart are you boy?” Tim made muffled noises into the palm of the man’s big hand. Then the man took his hand off of Tim’s mouth and pinched the aide’s chin between his fingers. “What'd you say?” “I…I didn't see anything. Honest…!” Tim gasped in a whisper. “Gimme your hands!” The other man continued you pinch Tim’s chin between his fingers until there were tears in Tim’s eyes while the man behind him pulled Tim’s arms back and then Tim felt sticky tape being wrapped and wrapped around his wrists until his hands were being held tightly together. “Down on your knees, Bright Eyes,” the Man with the pistol let go of Tim’s chin. All of the strength went out of Tim’s body as he sank down onto his knees. And then his eyes got really big and his skin started to crawl as he saw that the other man was going to put that dirty tape all over his mouth. Tim didn't like it, but he was too scared to resist as that tape was wound around and around his face until he lips were tightly sealed. Then Tim dared to look up from where he was kneeling on the floor and listened while the two men talked in low voices. “It’s almost two o'clock. That other guy will be waiting with the stuff.” “All right, we'll give Bright Eyes some more of that tape and then leave him here until we get back.” The two men came at Tim again with the tape and pushed him down on the floor. “They were going to leave him alone. Maybe he could escape,” Tim thought even while the two man-handled his body roughly and wrapped more and more of the tape tightly around his body. And soon Tim regretted that he wasn't wearing anything under his scrub suit and there was nothing between their rough hands and his tender body except the thin layer of cloth. And pretty soon after that Tim realized that he now had so much of that tape wound around him that the scrub suit had become part of his body as it held him tightly everywhere. “Remember Bright Eyes, stay smart and stay quiet. We’ll be back.” The two men slipped quietly out of the office with their loot. “They'll be back!” Tim’s panicked mind thought again and again. And he didn't want to be here when they came back. But no matter how much Tim struggled and rolled around on the floor and grunted and groaned behind his taped-over lips, he couldn't find any way to escape from his taped scrub suit or the deserted office where he was a prisoner. Then the door opened and the two men came back in, now carrying two bags full of stolen stuff. “Hi Bright Eyes, been getting your exercise.” “We can't leave him out in the open like this,” the other man growled. “Somebody might see him.” “We can stash him in here.” The other man decided. Tim craned his head around and saw that the second man was holding open the door to a small closet. Oh no! Tim hated small places! So Tim tried his best to beg the two men not to put him in there, but the two men just laughed and ignored is muffled whimpers. Then the bigger of the two men grabbed Tim by the collar of his scrub suit and dragged his bound body across the floor toward the open door. Then both men man-handled Tim’s trussed body as they stuffed him inside the closet and then closed the door. And the last thing Tim heard for a very long time was their muffled laughter as they walked away and left him in there all alone. Tim looked around at the small space and the walls all started to close in around him. And then his bound body began to complain about the cramped position that he was sitting in, but there was nothing Tim could do about that. There was no room for him to move, and pretty soon there was no room for him to breathe, and then tears began to well up in Tim’s eyes as he began to wonder what would happen to him if no one found him in here for a very long time. Then Tim heard footsteps coming toward him. Oh no, they were coming back! They'd changed their minds about letting him live. They were coming back to— The door to the closet opened and Tim blinked his eyes at the sudden bright lights. And then he looked up to see – The very unfriendly face of Nurse Barbwire. “Well Tim, what do you think you're doing, hiding in that closet?” THE END Tim played by Danny Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 7/15/2000
Making the Grade by JUSTIN

30 photos; 3:36 video

My name is Todd and I have just come back from Africa. While there I visited a tribe in the Congo who have perfected a dart that induces XXXX for several minutes. The idea, I was told was not to harm the "Target" just render him harmless. You place the dart in your hand and as the "Target" shakes you hand he is injected with the serum. I intended to test this out by having my former college professor come over for a visit under the guise that I have hired him as my secretary to help with a book I had written on my travels. I found out that he took "part time" positions to help students with their writing problems. You see, it is now PAYBACK time for my Arsehole Professor. He gave me a D for a term paper I wrote on Human Sexuality. I knew he was a "gay Hating" Prick. I intend to find out if his Dick feels the same way. The door bell has just sounded, let my game begin. I quickly opened the door extending my hand. Professor Stone took my hand and began to shake it. I could see the look of recognition in his eyes just before he closed them and sank to the floor. I smiled . He looked so very HOT in his expensive power suit and shoes. I have been going to the Gym for years and at 6ft 4 inches, 220 lbs. had no trouble lifting his suited body off the floor and tossing him over my left shoulder on our small journey to my sofa. I dumped him face down on the sofa, his glasses staying on his XXXX face, I laughed. I had my multicolored ropes and purple gag, red duct tape on the floor next to a chair he was heading for next. I look at his red silk tie and grinned as the red duct tape that was heading for his nasty foul speaking mouth. I fashion statement, I mused. Especially when I print and send those picture's and videos of him all the the Net and the School web site. hahaha I picked him up like a suited rag doll and carried him over to the chair. parking his suited arse I began my process of getting him "BOUND AND GAGGED" Rope around his wrists and just above his elbows. Tape around his ankles over his trousers as not to damage the silk black socks he always wore. A purple dirty bandana with my dried cum in it I stuffed into his mouth. and red tape over it tight, real tight. He was waking up now. Eyes wide with fright. MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF. Relax Prof. Remember me, Prick.? I'm the student you failed 3 years ago. He shook his head no . GGGRRMPPPPPPFFF. hahaha I found this a riot and laughed in his face. The different colored ropes looked very festive. Like he was going to a party of sorts. I stood him up and with a edge in my left hand ordered him NOT TO FUCKING MOVE. He nodded yes. I unzipped his suited fly and pulled out his Dick which was not hard. I tied a rope around his Nut Sack. I could jerk it hard if he started to piss me off. . I pulled on the rope and made him hop over the my sofa. "Sit the Fuck Down" I ordered, he did as told. I then grabbed the heels of his shoes and stretched him full length . I attached the rope around his Dick to a pulley I had rigged up on the ceiling. His Dick was getting hard. I spit in my right palm and proceeded to Milk My Prof. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I told him that if he mentioned to to the COPS I would find him and "Cut off his Nuts". He squirmed and shook and my right hand moved faster along his Rock Hard Dick. His head jerked side to side as he shot a five spar load. His Cum hitting his shirt and taped chin. "Very Good, Prof. I will give you an A for Cumming" I said. My Cock was dripping pre-cum inside my levi's 501. My silk boxers were sticking to the denim. I unbuttoned and pulled out my Cock. Grabbing a Condom, I quickly put my 9 inches into it. I rolled the Prof. over on the stomach bent over and undid his leather belt, pulling his zipper down. MMMPPPPPPPPFFF. came out of the taped mouth. "I'm gonna take your straight cherry-hole, DRY! no lube. I want you to remember this for a long time. So, with just a bit of my spit on the tip I climbed aboard. He bucked and kicked as I inserted the tip of my COCK, The shout that came from his mouth mouth made me harder. I XXXX the full length of my Cock into his Cherry-hole. Reaching the base I pumped like a fucking wild man. I shot while holding his suited body. What a Trip. I then injected the Prof. with another dart. He was asleep in a moment. I stood up, undid all the rope's and tape binding him. I then stripped him Naked, except for his silk black over the calf socks upon which I emptied my Cum filled condom on. I carried his arse to my van. Re- Taped him/gagging him and I am now going to dump his now fucked arse in front of the Football Jock Frat House. On my cell phone I called the Frat House. When the phone answered I said. " Hey, Dude, There is a bound and gagged Professor on your front lawn the needs fucking and he will service all you men with oral sex." I drove home with a big smile on my Puss. The End Professor Stone played by Todd Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/26/2006
CAREER CHANGE by SoftTouch

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You may call me The Specialist since that is what my employers call me. I work for a very private research firm that does not seek any publicity. Let us just say that they do research and development in areas that most people are better off not knowing about. My own particular vocation lies in the area of obtaining the laboratory subjects required to further my firm’s research in certain biological areas. Today’s subject is Erik Diek, a physical education instructor at a local health club who is unaware that he is about to undergo a career change. See him now thumbing through the nicely illustrated little brochure we sent him. The contents of the brochure are unimportant, but each page has been treated with a special chemical that is absorbed through the skin. Once absorbed, this chemical has the ability to make the subject “more manageable” shall we say. Yes, you can see it working now. First he will feel a little drowsy, and then his body will begin to weaken, and then he will fall into a pleasant insensitive XXXX. The XXXX will last only a short time, but the weakness will persist long after he wakes up. Time for me to get to work now. After dealing with many such subjects, I know that he will not be receptive to this career change at first. In fact some of my subjects react quite violently so, over a period of time, I have developed this special means of binding them securely without actually hurting them or damaging them in any way. Oh, see he is starting to wake up now. This is the tricky part. We don’t want him to alert the neighbors, do we? “That’s right, Mister Diek, open wide now.” “What--? Who--? Let go of—Mmmph…!” “There, that’s better, now we'll just fasten it like this.” Erik Diek thought that he was having a nightmare. All of a sudden he was discovering that his body was all bound up, there was a strange man in dark glasses standing over him, and now this big sponge rubber ball was being shoved deep into his mouth. Erik tried to squeal into the big rubbery gag and he tried to struggle against the cords that were bound all over his body, but now he felt so weak and strange. His body felt like he was under water and when he tried to move his arms and legs it felt like they were moving in slow motion and being held back by the water that was all around him. Erik began to panic and squeal and he thrust his tongue against the soft rubber intruder, trying to push it out of his mouth, but all of a sudden the dark intruder’s hand was clamped over his mouth and a cold whisper came into his ear. “Now, now Mister Diek, don’t try to spit out your gag. If you do, I have much more permanent ways of keeping you quiet.” The cold whisper sent a cold shiver down Erik’s back. What did this man want? “That’s better, now lie still. There are a few things I need to check out.” Erik looked up to see his own frightened face in the reflection of the intruder’s dark glasses. And then he watched as the intruder’s big hands descended onto his chest. Erik gasped and tried to turn his body away, but his body was in no condition to resist as those big impersonal hands ripped his shirt to shreds and exposed the matching silver nipple rings that Erik was wearing. “Nice jewelry, do you have any more,” the strange intruder chuckled. Erik squeezed his legs together and began praying that the intruder wouldn't rip his shorts off, too. There was no telling what this man would do if he found the third piece of Erik’s matching silver rings. Suddenly, the intruder’s big hands closed over Erik’s pecks and squeezed hard. “Mmmiiike! Mmmop! Mmop, mease!” Erik squealed into the juicy ball. “You can feel that?” Erik nodded his head and splashed tears down over his cheeks. “Interesting. Most of my subjects have been quite insensitive to pain at this point. Oh well, one more thing for the lab boys to check out.” “Lab, what lab…?” Erik’s dazed brain was working so sluggishly. “No matter, I will just have to give you something pleasant to smell to calm you down before we start your IV. By that time your transportation will be here.” Erik watched with wide disbelieving eyes while The Specialist took out what looked like a bird’s nest of cotton and gauze and began dripping some liquid from a small bottle onto it. Erik shook his head from side to side and swallowed the drool that was building up in his mouth while he watched that sweet-smelling bird’s nest coming closer and closer to his face. This had to be a nightmare, it just had to be! “Tell me, Mister Diek, have you ever considered a career in laboratory research?” Erik Diek screamed and screamed into the spongy ball as the damp cotton nest settled over his face and fogged up his eyes with the power of its sickly sweet fumes, but no one could hear him, no one at all. THE END Eric Diek played by Brett Photography by The Darkroom Date of Production: 1/29/2000

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