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PANIC ROOM by SoftTouch
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“Now, now Mister Elwood, what happened to that nice johnny we gave you to wear?” Nurse Ellen said oh so sweetly. “LET ME OUT OF HERE…!” “Surely Mister Elwood you know that we can't do that. You remember the contract you signed with Doctor Nicely. You're going to be our guest for thirty days.” “Get away from me you bitch!” “Shame shame, Mister Elwood, is that anyway to talk to people who are just trying to help you. Giorgio, Bruno; please help Mister Elwood back into his bed.” “No, please, keep them away from me.” “I don’t know if I can. They look awfully big and scary,” the First Voice said inside his head. “I’m not helping you, not after the way you talked to me last night.” Mister Elwood’s Second Voice inside his head didn't sound very happy about this situation. “But you have to help me. They're going to stick all kinds of strange things in my body and make me do things that I don’t want to do!” Mister Elwood said out loud. “Who are you talking to Mister Elwood?” Nurse Ellen touched him gently. “Take your hands off of me!” “Please calm down, Mister Elwood; we just want to make you safe and comfortable. Don’t you want to feel safe? Everyone likes to feel safe.” Mister Elwood twisted his face left and right and his eyeballs clicked back and forth in his head as first one hand, and then another, and then another grabbed onto his body and stretched him out on the guest bed. Then strong ropes appeared and they were being wrapped all around his wrists and trapping his hands in a vice-like grip. “No, please, don’t do this to me; I won't be bad any more!” “Why are they hurting us? We never did anything to them.” “I told you that it was a bad idea to come here. Now they're going to make us helpless and afraid, and then that Doctor is going to come back and do bad things to us.” Mister Elwood strained and struggled as best as he could, but Bruno and Giorgio were very strong and they did this sort of thing every day, so Mister Elwood had no real chance of resisting them. He could only watch while the strong hands of the orderlies wrapped coil after coil of strong rope around his ankles and then they began to stretch his body apart as the strong ropes were anchored to the top and the bottom of the guest bed. There was a time when Mister Elwood had been very strong, too, but he had let his poor body go to seed and now his fear was taking the last of his strength away so now he could only watch while the big orderlies put his naked body on cruel display. “Don’t just lay there! You've got to do something!” “Yea, you've got rights. Look at that Nurse grinning at you.” “I'll get you for this, you Bitch!” Mister Elwood screamed. “Tish, tish Mister Elwood; such uncalled for behavior. Bruno, Giorgio; I think we'll need the double-gag please.” “No, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” “Now Mister Elwood, we have no desire to hurt you,” Nurse Ellen purred. Strong hands XXXX Mister Elwood’s mouth open. “We just want to control your behavior.” A thickly-knotted cloth was XXXX between Mister Elwood’s teeth to fill up his mouth with hard cotton. Then the two ends were pulled tightly behind his neck and tied securely to pull the corners of his mouth back into a permanent smile. “We just want you to conform to our clinic’s policies and procedures.” The strong hands continued their evil work by binding a second thickly-folded cloth over Mister Elwood’s spread lips; trapping the thick cotton knot inside his mouth and hugging his lips with lots of soft XXXX cloth. “Soon you will be feeling much better. Turn Mister Elwood over please.” Bruno and Giorgio used their strong hands to turn Mister Elwood’s body over so that his bare butt was exposed to their cruel eyes. “Oh no, here it comes!” “I knew this was going to happen!” “Mmmph…mmmno…mmo, mmease…” Mister Elwood felt a sudden splash of cold as an alcohol swab rubbed across his bare cheek. Then there was the sharp sting of a needle followed by what felt like a warm flow of water spreading outward from his exposed cheek to the rest of his naked body. “There, I think Mister Elwood will be much more cooperative now. Please turn him over onto his back so that he will be comfortable.” Those strong hands manhandled Mister Elwood’s body again to turn him over onto his back again even while the XXXX they gave him was beginning to turn his arms and legs into the flaccid limbs of a big jelly fish. Then he saw the ugly face of Nurse Ellen very close to his. “One more thing Mister Elwood before you begin your XXXX. I want to draw your attention to the silver ring that has been attached to your manhood. We call that ring The Tingler because the inside of it is lined with tiny electrodes. If you approach the door alarm again, the alarm will trigger a rather painful electric shock, and I am sure that you wouldn't want that to happen to you.” “I warned you, they're all Mad Scientists here!” “Yea, just you wait until that Doctor starts modifying your behavior.” “I’m sorry guys, very sorry,” Mister Elwood moaned into his double gag as his eyelids began to feel very heavy. And then, just before he drifted off to XXXX, he thought he could hear laughter and it sounded like Nurse Ellen was laughing at him. Did she laugh at all of her patient’s that way? Mister Elwood didn't know because his nightmare was only just beginning. THE END Mr. Elwood played by John Photography by Caitiff
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Leather Straps
27 photos
Model: Arturo Photography by: Caitiff Date of Production 5/8/2008
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The Tutor" (Part 1) by Kurt
36 photos
Brad was proud of the community volunteer work he did every week in the downtown ghetto. Every Thursday he drove his Volvo from the burbs into the inner city to help disadvantaged youth study for their GEDs. Tonight, one of his favorite students, DeShawn, was coming for some help in American History. Brad prided himself on his patience but tonight's lesson was not going well. He knew that DeShawn wasn't really dumb, he just didn't seem to be able to concentrate, and Brad was slowly getting steamed despite his lofty intentions. "No, DeShawn, Detroit is NOT the capital of the United States", Brad sighed. "Maybe we should start again at the beginning." DeShawn sneered a bit. "Dude, I 'preciate you trying to teach me, but what this jive got to do with me?" "You need to know it to pass your GED," Brad explained patiently, a slight tone of condescension in his voice. "Now, the first president was George Washington...." "Oh, I know him, that's that brutha that invented the peanut," DeShawn interrupted. "Fucking moron," Brad muttered under his breath. What you call me?" DeShawn growled. "Uh..nothing," Brad stuttered, alarmed at the look that came over DeShawn's handsome face. DeShawn's catlike movements were too quick. His fist connected with Brad's jaw, and he scored a knockout. Brad groaned as his head dropped to his chest. "Damn liberal..he needs to learn how real life is here in the hood," DeShawn said to himself as he found some rope and began to bind the XXXX tutor to the swivel chair. After a few minutes, Brad began to come to, and immediately sensed the bindings around his wrists and legs. "What the hell...DeShawn, what are you...MMPPHHH!" DeShawn clamped his hand over the tutor's mouth. "Shut up, white boy! I'm sick of you talkin' down to me!" Brad grunted as he was handgagged and began to struggle against the ropes. How could this be happening? He came down here with only the best intentions to help the wayward youth of the inner city, and now he was tied up! DeShawn removed his hand from Brad's mouth, and replaced it with a bandanna that he tied tightly behind Brad's head. The captive tutor grunted into the gag and tried to plead with his attacker. But the look in DeShawn's eyes had changed. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on Brad's chest and began to massage it. ""Shit, man, you look hot tied up like that!" DeShawn said dreamily. "MMMPPPPHHHH????!!!" Brad responded in alarm. DeShawn ran his hand under Brad's shirt and began to play with his nipples. Brad's cock started to harden in his suit pants as he was played with by his hot student. DeShawn yanked Brad's shirt open and leaned in to suck on his hardening nipples. Brad began to forget the circumstances and go with the flow as he was aroused against his will by the sexy black stud. Brad made feeble grunts into the tight gag as he was XXXX. DeShawn continued feeling up the handsome tutor. There was a sound...the office door was opened. DeShawn looked up to see a man holding a concealed item entering. "What the fu....??" "Shut up, asshole, and put up your hands," the madman growled. He saw Brad bound and gagged and smiled. "Looks like you two have saved me some time." He gestured with the concealed at DeShawn. "On your knees, homeboy!" he ordered. (To be continued...) Brad played by Stan DeShawn played by Sammy Date of Production: 03/03/2006
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Patrick's Day
24 photos; 3:36 video
Model: Patrick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/13/2008
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Trussed Up
32 photos
Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff
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MY BALL AND CHAIN" by SoftTouch
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"Mmmmpphhwwaa (You can't do this to me! I have a lawyer!) Two years I've been living with that man Jeff, and he's never around when I need him. "Marvin honey, I'm home. Marvin?" "Marvin what're you doing all tied up on the couch?" "She's been keeping me and Betsy here company. Don't get any silly ideas, four-eyes!" Siad trhe burgler pointing his concealed item. "Mmmpphhwwpphhaammm? MMMMM-mmmmuummmm!" (My Jeff, get an idea? That would be new. Where have you been? This maniac has had me tied up for an hour!)" "Mmm-mmm mmffll ..." (I'm sorry Marvin. I just stopped off to shoot a couple of racks of pool with the guys, and-) "You two XXXX it off! All of that mumbling's driving me nuts!" "Mmm? Mmm mm!" (Driving you nuts? You try living with HIM for two years!)" "Mmmmpphhuuummmmmmfffphffaa mmmmm! "(Oh yea? It's okay for you when you've got me out running all over town. Get the groceries, pick up the dry cleaning, don't forget the tickets, and get the car washed. It wouldn't hurt you to do a little running around. You might even lose a couple of pounds.) "MMMPF!" (You promised you wouldn't talk about my weight challenge any more.)" "Mppff? Mmmm mmm mmf!" (Weight challenge? Dude! You're just plain fat!)" "I told you two to XXXX it off! Look, all I need is a place to stay for a couple of hours until the heat dies down. Do you think you can stop your bitching for that long?" How the hell can you two understand each other when you're both gagged, anyway?!" "Mmm mmm mmm mm phffmm." (Mister, you don't know my Marvin. All he does any more is bitch.) "That does it! You, over here. And you, way over there! Now shut up!" "Mmm-mmm mmffaa mmm. Mmmppffmm? "(You ...you called me fat. How could you say something like that after all that we meant to each other?)" "That does it! I told you two no mumbling, and that means no crying either! No, wait, I have a better idea." "There! Now go ahead and mumble all you want!" "Mmm-mm." (I'm sorry, Marvin.)" "Mmmpphhmm. mmmmm "(You're always telling me that you're sorry, Jeff. And then you go and say something that's just as hateful.) "Mmmff! "(I don't hate you Marvin. I love you, but sometimes you get under my skin.) "Mmm."(I don't mean to, Jeff. ) "Mmmf (I know.) "Mmmffll mmmm?" (Say, what happened to that maniac?)" "MMM-ummmmf" (I think he left. Probably couldn't stand your bitching any more.) "Mmmf!? Mmmffmmm mmm! (Oh yea? Well you can leave, too. See if I care!) "Mmffl. Mmm-mmmf mmumm. (I can't right now. I'm tied up to a fat man.) "MMM! MMMMM-mmmm-mmmfff-mmmffmma mmm!" (That does it, Jeff! I am so going to kick your ass! As soon as I get untied.) THE END Marvin played by Justin Jeff played by Jason Photography by Caitiff
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All Washed Up
26 photos; 8:06 video
Model: Mac
Photography: Caitiff
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BLITZ PLAY by SoftTouch
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So far, so good. All of the South Bay Constrictors were out on the playing field, their locker room was deathly quiet, and all I needed to do was a little soft shoe into their Coach’s office and their secret playbook would be mine. “Hey, I know you,” a voice stopped me in my tracks. My heart sunk right down into my jock as I turned to see Crashway Jones, one of the Constrictor’s defensive tackles. “You're Wrassle de Grippe from the Pronghorns!” Crashway pointed a big finger at me. “Oh hi,” I tried to play innocent. “I was looking for your bathroom.” The defensive tackle wasn't buying it. “You're a spy!” All of a sudden he hit me with “de fence and de tackle” and a bunch of bright lights started popping in front of my eyes. Then all of the lights went out and it got really dark. When I opened my eyes again there was a whole mess of Constrictors standing over me like a nest of writhing snakes. “Hey fellas, you've got me all wrong.” I tried to put my hands up to show them that I was harmless and that was when I discovered that my hands were now tied behind my back. “Hey, what gives?” “Caught you red-handed, didn't we Grippe?” their Team Captain sneered at me. “Look guys, this isn't funny,” I had to talk fast. “Shut up Grippe! No, don’t shut up. Open your mouth real wide. We want to check your tonsils.” “My tons—Mmmph!” Big meaty fingers started pulling my lips open and then thick thumbs started shoving this enormous ball of cloth into my mouth, XXXX me to spread my lips wider and wider until I could feel that cloth pushing back against my tonsils. “Gimme that rag,” I heard Crashway growl. Then one or two of them held my head while Crashway’s big clumsy fingers spread another piece of cloth over my cloth-stretched lips and then wrapped and tied that cloth all around my neck so that it was XXXX the first big lump of cloth deeper into my mouth. “That’s good,” Crashway the cheerleader told the others. “Now grab his legs.” All at once I was being pulled down onto the floor while big hands pawed at my body, pulled my legs together, and I think a couple of them were kneeling on me while other hands wrapped my ankles up tight with a lot of rope. Then Crashway grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up to look into his angry eyes. “You know we're going to have to teach you a lesson, don’t you Grippe?” I moaned into the ball of cloth that was wedged into my mouth and tried to move my lips against the cloth that was tightly tied over my mouth, but I couldn't even beg them to let me go. I could only make whimpering sounds like a little puppy that’s done something wrong. But Crashway had no sympathy for me. “More rope,” he ordered. Then some of their strong hands grabbed my chest and some other hands grabbed my tied feet, and then they started to bend me right in half until I gave a muffled scream into the choking gag because I thought they were going to break my back. They let go of me then, but my body couldn't move. They had tied me tight in such a way that every movement of my feet was pulling on my tied hands and trying to yank my arms right out of my shoulders. “Don’t go nowhere,” Crashway advised me. “Team huddle,” he told the others. Then all of the Constrictors moved their writhing nest to the other side of the room and turned their backs on me so that I couldn't see their faces. But I could hear their words as they argued back and forth. “Let’s take him out and hang him by his ankles from the goal posts. It'll be dark soon so no one will see him out there until morning,” one person suggested. I didn't like the sound of that so I began rolling around on the floor and tried to pull my hands free from the tight ropes. “No,” another one offered. “I can rig the whirlpool so that it is so hot you can broil lobster. Let’s put him in the whirlpool.” They were all crazy. I didn't want to be a lobster! The ropes wouldn't come loose, but maybe if I could get all of this cloth out of my mouth, I could call for help. “No, no,” another one insisted. “Let’s tie him up and blindfold and gag him with our dirty jocks. I've got some itching powder we can put on the jocks so he'll scratch himself crazy.” Sick, really sick! I began rubbing the cloth covering my mouth up against my shoulders and the floor while at the same time I was trying to use my tongue to dislodge the soggy mass of cloth from where it was now wedged to the roof of my mouth. “That would take too long. I say we just stuff him into one of those big equipment bags with some rocks and stuff and then take him out to Silver Lake. You know that guy who drowned out there last year? They still haven't found his body.” Bodies, they were talking about bodies as in “dead bodies,” as in my dead body! All at once I felt the cloth starting to slip down off of my mouth. I grunted and struggled and rubbed it some more against my shoulder. It was starting to give! More and more it slipped down until it was all the way down below my lips. But then the Constrictors all untangled themselves from each other, turned around, and started walking slowly toward me. And maybe it was just my frightened imagination, but I could swear that I could hear them all hissing and snickering as they came closer and closer. Desperate now, I managed to hook my tongue behind the soggy mass of cloth inside my mouth and pushed and pushed. Then all at once I felt the slimy cloth slipping down over my lips until it began dribbling down over my chin. I spit it out of my mouth just in time to see all of the Constrictors standing over me with sick smiles on their faces. “Police…!” I screamed. “Police…! Police…!” I screamed as loud as I could... THE END Wrassle de Gripp played by Chris Photography by Caitiff
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In His Undies
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Model: Clark Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/23/2006
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Stuck in Speedos
28 photos; 6:13 video
Model:Patrick (aka Tynan Fox) Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/10/2009
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MARKET MEAT by SoftTouch
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“Where did you find him?” the man in the suit asked. Rodney was still feeling light-headed and it was hard for him to focus his eyes or even lift his head up from the floor. His body was so numb that he could barely feel the ropes that were tightly wound around his wrists and chest, but he was almost choking on the wad of cloth that was spreading his mouth apart behind his taped-over lips. “In the park rest room out on West Highway,” a younger guy who was dressed like a Gypsy sneered down at him. “Yea,” the other young guy with a Mohawk haircut laughed. “He put on a pretty good show for us before we took him down.” Rodney blushed and closed his eyes as the memory came rushing back to him. He had only gone into the rest room to relieve himself before he drove back to school. He didn't like such places so he had tried to mind his own business, but his sympathetic eyes were drawn to the Mohawk guy as he pushed the Gypsy boy in a wheelchair into the room behind him. Rodney had finished his business as quickly as possible and then zipped himself up, but then he realized that the Mohawk was standing on one side of him and then he was surprised to see the Gypsy boy standing on the other side of him. “Very nice, big boy. We've been waiting for you.” “What? What're you talking about?” Rodney was still confused by seeing the Gypsy boy up out of the wheelchair and walking. Suddenly the Mohawk grabbed Rodney’s arms and held them behind his back. Rodney wasn't afraid. He was bigger than either of the two boys and he knew he could take both of them in a fair fight. But then the Gypsy boy shoved a big loose bandanna against Rodney’s face. The bandanna was all damp and smelled horribly sweet. Rodney gagged on the sweetness and he tried to twist his face away from the damp cloth. But then the Gypsy boy’s other hand grabbed Rodney between his legs and began palming and rubbing the bulge in Rodney’s shorts. Rodney gasped and cried out in shock. Then a whole head full of those sweet fumes rushed into his nose and dazed his brain. And then something very strange happened to Rodney. Even while the rest of his body was starting to get very weak, his hard woody kept getting harder and harder against the Gypsy boy’s rubbing hand. The next thing Rodney knew he was sitting in the wheelchair with a blanket pulled up over him and a scarf wound around his head so no one could see his face. “No, no I don't want to,” the dazed Rodney tried to protest. But then the damp bandanna was being pressed over his nose again and that strange sweet smell was making his eyes so XXXX. “That’s right, big boy, breathe it all in.” That was the last thing Rodney remembered before he woke up in this strange house. Now Rodney looked up at the three smiling faces that were looking down at him and he tried to beg into the mouthful of cloth for them to please let him go. “Does he do any tricks?” the man in the suit wanted to know. Rodney shook his head from side to side while his eyes watched the Mohawk slide his leather belt out of his jeans and double it in his hands. Then he saw the smiling Gypsy boy pointing a camera at him. “Come on boy! Sit up, sit up!” Rodney saw the threatening way that the Mohawk was holding his belt and so he hoped that maybe he could please these guys and then they would let him go. So Rodney swallowed his pride and then worked his tied body up onto his knees while the laughing Gypsy clicked away at him with his camera. “Good boy!” Mohawk half laughed. “Now lie down. Lie down!” A little moan rose up out of Rodney’s throat as he strained to move his tied body down onto the hard floor. “Nice puppy, nice,” Mohawk said in a nice way. “Better tie those feet,” the Suit suggested. “We don't want him to get hurt by accident.” “Good idea!” the Gypsy laughed and then sat down on Rodney’s chest to pin him down on the floor while the Mohawk hurried to tie Rodney’s ankles tightly together. The effects of the rag were beginning to wear off and now all of the ropes were starting to hurt as they bit into Rodney’s skin. At the same time Rodney’s brain was racing and trying to think of some way out of this mess, but he didn't have any good ideas yet. “Roll over Big Boy. Roll over for Daddy,” Mohawk ordered. Rodney sighed into the soggy mess that was filling up his mouth and fought against the tears of frustration that he could feel building up in the corners of his eyes as he rolled over again and again for the sXXXXping camera. “That’s enough pictures!” the Suit decided. “Now tie him up good.” Mohawk and Gypsy pounced on Rodney’s helpless body, bent his legs up behind his back, and then started wrapping more of their cruel ropes around him. Then the two laughing boys left Rodney lying on his sore crotch and followed the Suit into the other room. Rodney didn't know where they were going or how long they would be gone, but now might be his only chance to get away. So Rodney used all of his powerful muscles as he struggled against the tight ropes. And he rolled all around on the floor, trying to find some way to escape. But Rodney had no chance. Those two laughing boys really knew how to tie knots. And all Rodney got for his trouble was a lot of sweat, a lot of pain and a lot of tears. And then the Suit, the Mohawk and the Gypsy all came back into the room. And all three of them were smiling down at Rodney. “I have good news for you young man,” the Suit said. “I've found a very good buyer for you. How do you feel about farm work?” Farm work! Rodney XXXXd on the drool running down his throat. What kind of farm work? THE END Rodney played by Chris Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/06/05
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Happy Birthday by Caitiff
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Ted trudged through the door, dead tired. It had been a shitty day. Nagging people at work, no money for lunch and now his boyfriend, ken, seemed to have forgotten his birthday. It wasn’t everyday that a guy turned 25. Ted stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower. A good long hot shower would make him feel better. And then he would have a few words with his forgetful boyfriend and about overlooking important events! Exhausted and lost in self pity, Ted didn’t notice the shadow lurking as he got out of the shower. So he was caught by surprise when his boyfriend Ken, tackled him to the ground. The air XXXX of him, Ken couldn’t put up any struggle as he hands were bound tightly behind him. More rope went around his chest, knees and ankles. Before he had a chance to figure out what was going on, Ken was immobilized. Bound on the floor, all he could do was wiggle like a worm. “What the fuck are you doing!? You had better untie me now, mother fuck...RRRMMMMPPH!”, Ken’s demands were cut off as a knotted bandana was shoved into his mouth and tied tightly behind his head. “Did you think I forgot your birthday?” Ken asked as he hoisted Ted up with a lot more strength then his thin frame suggested he had. In minutes, Ken’s naked and bound form was laid on top of their bed. Silenced by the gag, ted could only look up helplessly at his psycho boyfriend. “There, now you are more comfortable.” “Mmmmppffaammm?” “Oh, it’s hard to understand you with a gag in your mouth.” “MmmmMMMMMM!!!” “Well, if you’re asking what’s going on, it’s simple. it’s your birthday. You’re in your birthday suit. And I decided on a gift that both of us will enjoy. Ok, I’ll enjoy it more probably.” Ted wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. Desperately he rolled back and forth on the bed, fighting the ropes. He grunted through his gag and tired to get free, btu to no avail. curses and threats came muffled through the spit sodden rag in Ted’s mouth. considering how tired he had been when he had come home, Ted was showing a greta deal of energy. Not that it did any good. The knots didn’t budge and even the gag was tied too tightly to be pushed out of his mouth. Ken, meanwhile was enjoying himself immensely. His jeans grew tight as he watched his boyfriend’s nude body struggle and fight the ropes. For so long he had wanted to get Ted bound and gagged and totally at his mercy. and with Ted’s birthday, he had finally gotten his chance. Sure Ted was angry now. Sure Ken had been a bit rough on the poor guy getting him tied up. But watching his lover grunt and write was worth it. And before Ted got untied, Ken would make it up to him. His evil little mind was already thinking up just how he would make it up to Ted. But first, it was Ken’s turn to have some fun. Ted was very ticklish. Expertly Ken’s fingers found the sensitive spots on his captive and went to work. “Mmmppaaa! Mmmpppfffffaaaamamamamamamamaaaa!”, Ted’s pathetic cries for mercy and XXXX laughter came through the gag in a very satisfying way. “What’s that, Ted?” Ken teased as he straddled his bound captive, their groins grinding together, “I can’t quite understand you with that gag in your mouth.” “Mmmmmmm!”, Ted grunted furiously, even though the bulge pressing against his crotch told ken that Ted wasn’t quite as unhappy as he let on. “You really should annunciate! didn’t your mother tell you that? Oh, I know. You want your nipples twisted, right?” “MMmmnnoooo! MmmnnooooMMMMPPFFFMMMM!!!”, Ted’s body bucked like a bull as his nipples were played with and twisted. It was all Ken could do to stay on top of his bucking boyfriend. And the movement only increased the friction between both men’s crotches. “All right, big boy. I guess it’s time we got to the real part of the show. Where since it’s your birthday, your present will be to serve as my fuck doll until I am tired. And if you do a halfway decent job, I may even untie you! ” That mother fucker, Ted thought, silenced as he was by the gag. He was horny as hell but he didn’t want to be anybody’s sex slave. If anything, Ken should have been the one tied up and gagged! Ted leaned in close to his captive lover. “I ‘m going to take a shower and then we can play for real. don’t go anywhere!” With a smart ass grin, Ken slid off Ted and headed towards the shower. What Ken didn’t know was that he wasn’t as good with knots as he thought. After al that struggling, Ted had managed to get some slack into the ropes binding his hands. Now if only Ken took a really long shower, Ted would have his chance to really make his birthday special. To Be Continued Ted played by Todd Ken played by Josh Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productioon: 11/06/2004
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Straight Boi in Trouble
23 photos; 4:27 video
Model: Dante Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/28/2012
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Suspended By Nick 007
22 photos; 4:48 video
Model: Brad
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Twink Held Hostage by Caitiff
29 photos; 6:11 video
How did Jean end up this way? Black tape covered his hands, binding them tightly together behind Jean’s back. More tape was wrapped tightly around Jean’s chest, his legs , and his feet. Over all this was the worst school trip ever. It had started off well enough, his college sending him a few others to the United States for a semester to learn the culture. Jean had assimilated pretty well. So well that he decided to walk around the city alone. And that’s when he happened on the bank robbery. Running from the cops and needing a shield, the men had grabbed Jean. And that was how poor Jean ended up bound in some strange apartment, surrounded by very dangerous men holding concealed items. “How long are you going to keep me here?” Jean dared to ask and got a strip of tape slapped over his mouth for the effort. “Mmmmppphh!”, Jean grunted into his gag as more tape was wound around his head. The men pushed their guest to the floor while the discussed what would happen to him, One suggested dealing with him. Another said they should leave him behind. Being gagged, Jean didn’t get a vote. Finally they decided to leave their charge on his own, safe but still bound and gagged. Jean breathed a sigh of relief through his gag. Just then the sounds of sirens erupted from outside. “This is the police! Come out with your hands up!” Damn, thought Jean as his masked men made to dig themselves in with their guest. Jean played Patrick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:01/26/2012
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Veg
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Model: Jun Photography by : Slade Date of Production: Feb 2011
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Bounda Gaga Kappa by JMZ
22 photos; 2:39 video
I watched him sitting there and admired my handy work. The ropes were knotted perfectly. The rope entangled his body tightly and he was helpless in their grasp. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, with more rope securely hugging his chest. The ankle work was a little more difficult to pull off, he kicked hard at me, but I managed to him under control with a quick smack to the back of his head. The bandana and duct tape muffled his angry cussing, he was completely helpless. He deserved every thing I was doing to him, for better part of my college career Steve and his friends had harassed constantly. They threatened me and berated me in front of everyone. I always endured with the hopes of getting pledged into their fraternity. I realized that this was never going to happen; they used me to run their errands and do their dirty work with no plans to ever pledge me in. I was hell bent of making them all pay. I stalked the fraternity house for days, making sure to get Steve’s routine, making sure to note the times he was alone. It was Tuesday afternoon and true to form Steve skipped his economics class why would he go anyways he always had me take notes for him anyways. The house was empty and I watched his shadow move from room to room. I made my move. I walked to the back door and snuck in quietly. I slowly made my way to the living room and waited behind the door. Steve rounded the corner and saw me, for a moment he seemed surprised but then broke into a sly smile. I pounced on him, taking him by surprise. He struggled and cussed as I subdue him. I could see fear take him over as he realized I was stronger than expected. I stood stunned for a moment realizing there was no turning back. I chuckled as I watched he fear and knew he was going to pay big time. I grabbed his bare feet and pulled his body into the front room. I tied his hands and chest tightly making sure he had no chance of escape. He came too as I knotted the last knot on his wrists. I quickly covered his big mouth with a bandana and duct tape just as he began to speak. He sat there on the bench perplexed bound and gagged. He looked at me trying to read me, then like a bull out of the pin began to thrash and grunt. He struggled hard as I watched in glee. He screamed inaudible words at me. He scrunched his feet uselessly trying to loosen the binds on his ankles. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead. I watched cautiously making sure he would not get loose. This was going to be a long day for him. I listened as footsteps made their way down the stairs I stood behind the wall ready. Part two of my plan was walking down the stairs. Steve screamed and thrashed hard trying to warn his mate of my intentions, if only they knew what my true intentions were. To be Continued Steve played by Tom The Room mate played by Douglas The Bad Guy played by Rodrigo Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/12/2008
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LAB RAT DREAMS by SoftTouch
25 photos; 3:09 video
It was definitely the cherry flavor, but just to be fair David took another big sip from the vanilla and the lime drink glasses before he tasted the cherry again. Then he laughed. This was going to be the easiest hundred bucks he had made since he came to college. And the best thing was that he was the only one who knew about it. David had found this taste-testers site on his computer and, for once in his life he had managed to keep it a secret from everybody and didn't tell anyone that he was coming here today. Yes, the cherry flavor was definitely the best and David had just decided to tell the Doctor so when all of the sudden his head started spinning and he felt like someone had let all of the air out of his balloon. Then David just had time to see the table rushing up to meet his face when all at once everything went black. David woke up or maybe he was still dreaming because he couldn't open his eyes and everything was still dark. Then he started to get little flashes of things that added up to total weirdness. He was pretty sure that his school clothes were gone because now he could feel thin cotton things hanging loose on his body. And then he noticed that he was lying on a very hard floor. David tried to push himself up, but that was when he felt the coils of rope that were hugging his wrists together behind him. He was tied up! Who had tied him up? Panic XXXX David up to his feet and then he looked around blindly. “This way lab rat,” a harsh voice barked at David and a strong hand grabbed him by the front of his thin shirt. David tried to tell the voice that he wasn't a lab rat. His name was David and he didn't like being treated this way. But that was when he discovered that there was a thick rubber sponge jammed between his teeth and some kind of sticky tape plastered over his lips so all of his words came out as a frightened moan. The owner of the harsh voice didn't answer David’s moan. He just used his strong hands to push David deeper and deeper into the room until David felt his buns bumping into something hard. That was when David discovered something else that was very strange. His whole body was feeling warm like he had a fever and wherever those strong hands touched him, David liked it. This had never happened before. “Let’s see what we got here,” the harsh voice growled very close to David. Then those strong hands started touching and stroking David in all kinds of places, and each time he was touched David could hear himself gasping or moaning softly and his body began moving up against those strong hands. The hands pulled the thin front of David’s shirt up over his head and pushed it down over his back. And then those hands isolated each of David’s pecks one at a time and rubbed them until each of his nipples were hard and hurting him in a strange way. And then those hands moved down between David’s legs and touched him where very few people had ever touched him before. David shook his head from side to side and started to protest. But then those hands really touched him in his special place and poor David heard himself moaning and gasping at the same time while his hissed “Yes…!” Too soon the strong hands stopped touching him there and then the harsh voice began to speak again. “Not bad. The hair will have to come off—all of it. But that’s all right. A sweet thing like you will look better in jewelry anyway. Now hold still.” The fingers of one strong hand wrapped themselves around David’s tool and then he felt cold steel touching his tender skin. David squealed and started running in place and begging the man not to cut him until the man slapped him hard across the head. “I said hold still! Ain't you never been measured before? Now sit down!” A big hand pushed David down until his buns slammed into the hard seat of a wood chair. And then David was too shocked to even think about resisting while he felt a whole web of ropes circling and tightening and biting into his skin all over. What kind of a place was this? Who were these people? What were they going to do to David? Cold panic made David feel all queasy inside and without meaning to, David heard himself begging and moaning around the juicy sponge in his mouth for the strange man to please let him go. Suddenly there was a ripping tearing sound and the sticky tape that was covering David’s eyes disappeared to let bright lights XXXX David’s eyes closed again. David blinked his eyes several times until he could see normally again. And then he looked up at the strange man and he was shocked at what he saw. The man was dressed in a surgeon’s scrub suit with little booties on his feet, a funny bonnet on his head, and a cloth mask tied over his nose and mouth. Was he a real doctor, David wondered? But then those strong hands returned to David’s body and David felt so guilty for enjoying the way that they were touching him and the way he was straining his body to get even more of that warm feeling against him. “Yes,” the doctor murmured behind his mask. “A little nip here, a little tuck there. I don't think we'll need to use any silicon yet. Are you allergic to any anesthetics, lab rat?” Anesthetics! Poor David almost choked on the soggy sponge and then shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know. “Well, that’s all right. We’ll find out. Now you just sit quietly while we get the surgery ready for you.” David watched the doctor walk away and disappear through the door to another room. David was completely shocked. Surgery, for him? Oh no, they couldn't do that! David wiggled around and pulled at the tight ropes, but there didn't seem to be any way for him to get loose. And then David saw the other door. Maybe if he could—? It took all of David’s strength, and it seemed to take hours, but he finally managed to inch his chair over close to the door. If he could just get through there…? There was a curtain over the windows on the door and sweat was running down David’s face before he finally managed to move the curtain aside with his nose. But then he saw— There was another man waiting on the other side of the door. And the man was all dressed in surgical scrubs, with little booties on his feet and a cute bonnet on his head, and a cloth mask tied over his nose and mouth. Then the man saw David peeking out at him and he laughed and he laughed because he knew that for David the Lab Rat, there would be no escape. THE END David played by Stan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/06/2007
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Sweaty
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Model: Mike Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/06/2008
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Skater Error by Zac
23 photos; 4:16 video
It was Skyler's favorite time of year when school's out and skating season is in full swing. The dude wanted to be big in competitions and worked on his skating more than ever so he could fly on the ramps in a few short months. Man skating is waay hard much more difficult than it looks they're all the balancing the jumping and making sure you land not on your ass but your feet while glued to the board during flight. But Skyler knew his moves well and often loved jumpin' stair rails and curbs on his way to work to keep his legs and core in peak shape. Then this damn car pulled out in front of him XXXX Skyler to jump over the hood but landed on top of it and scratching it with his wheels. He was OK but the driver was PISSED! He ran out to him yelling "What the fuck r u doin' don't u kids know how dangerous skating in the streets are!" Skyler quickly replied "sorry dude I didn't see you." The driver said "of course u didn't see me I was behind the building pulling out it's against the law to skate on the sidewalks here stupid!" "I'm sorry!!" Skyler was annoyed had enough and skated off not knowing what to say... he had no money for the damages and felt it was the driver's fault for not looking first. But the driver had it for him and was now following him with his car... Skyler freaked and skated faster and faster knowing this man was crazy! After 3 blocks the dude was dead tired of running but attempted to jump the fence to lose the stranger but didn't make it that far... "Uhhhhhh!!!" Skyler fell to the ground realizing his chest was lassoed up tight in thick black rope he gasped for air as the sure XXXX of the rope took every breath from his lungs - stopping him from a full fledge sprint to now lying helplessly on the pavement like a cow rounded up at the rodeo. It didn't take long, the cowboy quickly pried him up and encircled his tight ripped torso with more and more rope then grasped the knot tight behind him and used the slack to wind up Skyler's wrists tightly more behind his back. "OOWWW!! STOP IT MANN THAT HURTSS!!" Skyler felt so hard his whole upper body was now neatly packaged like he was off to the market - his arms and pecs on fire with rope burn. "HEEYY!! LET ME GOO! WHMMPPPHHHHHH!! MMPPHH!" Words fell sharply once a big beefy hand silenced his helpless pleas to nothing... "How dare you run away from your problems boy! Now I gotta teach you a lesson in respect you will never forget!" "MMMPPPPHH!! MMPPHHEELLLPP! The young boy was quickly thrown in the man's trunk and all light was shut out in an instant Skyler felt really scared of what may happen to him or if he's done for? The skater struggled most the hour but finding he knew knots well for they got tighter and tighter with each pull... all he could do is kick but that was useless in this dark hot silent unfamiliar place of hell. Skyler was really sad now realizing how stupid and cocky he was earlier refusing to accept responsibility for his actions and ran away. Now he can't do that and that act of freedom could be his last. Skyler was marched into a strange room and bound up more at his ankles... again he trussed them up like a hundred times before tying them to his chest bonds into a strict hogtie... now the dude couldn't even move freely and was reduced to the swivel of a rattlesnake but with his abs burning from the struggling workout before he was now at complete mercy of this man who was now checking him out rubbing his hands caressing his hard trussed up body. "MMMMPPH!!" "Yeah skater whine whine you will be bound like this for a looong time until you learn your lesson soon enough. Now what should we do to you? hehehe Skyler opened his eyes so wide and feared the worse when the man blindfolded him secured his gag ever tighter and began XXXX him with muscle grasping/pinching butt spanking and then squeezed his balls waay hard... "MMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHNNNPPPOOOOO!!!" He couldn't take this torture but had no choice but to submit... "now now boy let's get you all prepped up nicely so I can milk you dry hehehehe... The workout seemed to last for hours Skyler's balls and cock now really sore from the intense bondage session. With his manhood spent the young skater felt he could skate no more now laying there tightly bound up used and abused. What more does this man want from me? The kid began to cry for no one would come or hear him whimper. He was all alone tied up in total darkness in payment for the stupidity he had done. Thank God I'm still alive he prayed... Skyler played by Matthew Photography by Sammy Date of Production:06/13/2011
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FOILED AGAIN by Amboy
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Guido wasn't sure about letting the new kid Carmine try to take Vinnie out, but by that time he had no choice. His first attempt to take the guy out was botched when his guys assaulted the wrong guy, and the second was when his loser nephew fell victim to Vinnie by his own stupid mistakes. Carmine was his newest recruit, and even though he was still new at the game, he'd already had a lot of success on some big XXXX runs and was great with a XXXX. So it was Carmine or no one. What Guido didn't know was that Carmine had just been lucky. And that his luck was about to run out. The door to 459 DeRella Street creaked open as Carmine slowly peeked in, his concealed item drawn. He didn't even have a chance to look around before Vinnie was pointing a concealed item at his head. "Jeez," said Vinnie, "Guido must be gettin' desperate." He motioned Carmine to sit on the bed and immediately began tying the guys hands behind his back threading loops of rope around the guy's nice biceps and drawing more rope across his chest. "You're fucked, kid," he said, as he moved on to tie Carmine's ankles. "What's your name?" "FUCK YOU!!!" was Carmine's ever-intelligent reply. "Aww, kid," Vinnie said. "That ain't a way to be talkin'. You're probably new to Guido's little syndicate, so you probably don't know all the rules yet." He picked up a red bandanna. "The first rule is, you shut the fuck up." With that, he roughly gagged Carmine, knotting the bandanna tightly behind the guy's head. "The second rule is, DON'T FUCKIN' PISS ME OFF!!!!" Carmine struggled uselessly to get free of the ropes, unable to make a sound. Vinnie picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. "Yeah, it's me," he said to whoever was on the other end of the line. "Guido sent another one." Carmine glared at him. "No, I got the bitch all tied up." He listened for a second and then laughed. "Nah, maybe if we had more time. But I gotta get outta here. Send the car around and make sure my ticket's waiting at Newark. You've got five minutes. Ciao." He looked over at Carmine still struggling to get free. "It's none of your business, but I'm getting me a flight to Colombia. It's time the XXXX lords knew exactly how much money your guys are keeping from them. And once they find out, the only crack your guys are gonna sell is the crack of Guido's big ass." He hastily wrote a note, "NICE TRY. VIN" and slipped it under the rope across Carmine's chest. The he wordlessly checked the gag, smiled, and put on his coat. "See ya." With that he was out the door. Guido's reaction to being foiled a third time by Vinnie was even more explosive than the last one...but that's another story. The End? Carmine played by Matt Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/03/2003
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FAME DOES NOT PAY by SoftTouch
35 photos
Ever since my Dad hit the big jackpot our pictures had been in the paper his little David had been the life of the party. It was kind of strange, you know? Last semester I was struggling even with my scholarship to pay for everything I needed for college. Now I was able to pay for everything in advance, I had a real nice apartment, and I was able to buy drinks for everyone. Soon I had a lot of new friends and sometimes they even bought drinks for me. So I didn't think much of it when a stranger offered me a fresh drink at the club that night. But the drink had a strange taste to it and soon I was having trouble standing up or even talking coherently. But my new friend was very helpful as he suggested that what I needed was some fresh air and then helped me to walk outside. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the back seat of a comfortable car. “I don’t feel so good,” I confessed to my new friend. He suggested that I should rest my eyes for awhile and he was even nice enough to tie a soft cloth over my eyes so that the bright lights wouldn't bother me any more. I think I must have dozed off after that because the next thing I knew – I was lying on a nice soft blanket and the warm blanket felt so comfortable against my skin. My skin…? I opened my bleary eyes and discovered that my clothes were gone. Who took my clothes off? The effects of that strange drink were beginning to wear off and now I could feel something hugging my arms and legs in several places and then I was able to focus my eyes enough to see my new friend hovering over me while his busy fingers were doing something to my body. And then I looked down and saw – Ropes! “Are those ropes on my body” I looked up at my friend for some kind of explanation, but he just smiled don at me. “Listen, I don’t know what you thought, but I don’t go in for strange stuff like bondage and that sort of thing,” I tried to explain. “That will be enough talk out of you David,” my smiling friend told me. “What do you mean? I can talk if I want to—Ggawwk!” I was cut off in mid-sentence as my friend’s strong fingers began pushing a roll of bandanna between my lips. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but as soon as I did that, he shoved that thick roll of cloth all the way into my mouth. Then he grabbed the two ends of the bandanna and pulled them back really hard to tie them behind my neck. Then he pushed me back down onto the blanket and walked away. What was going on here? Why were they doing this to me? Nobody had ever tried to hurt me before and I was really confused and a little scared so I began rolling around on the blanket and whimpering a little each time those tight ropes bit into my tender skin. This was impossible! I had to get out of here! I had to call for help! Desperately I began working my tongue against the thick roll of cloth that was dividing my mouth. I almost managed to XXXX it out from between my lips when all of a sudden the guy that I thought was my friend pounced on me and grabbed me by my hair. “None of that, Rich Bitch!” His fingers poked the gagging bandanna back deep into my mouth and then he held my head while his fingers smeared this crude strip of red tape all over my lips to seal my mouth shut. “All right, Bitch. It’s Photo Op time.” My friend who was not my friend grabbed me by my arms and pulled me to my feet. Then he XXXX me to hop over to the other corner of the room and then pushed me down again on this chair-thing. Then he taped this big sign to my knees. I craned my head to look at it and read upside down “One Million or your son dies.” Dies…? Oh no, they couldn't kill me, could they? “No smiling!” Not My Friend snapped at me. “Try to look scared because that’s what you should be right now.” Then they started snapping my picture with a camera. I was scared all right. And I was feeling sick in my stomach. And my thighs were quivering queerly. And I flinched each time the flashgun went off in my face. “That’s all we need,” Not My Friend decided. Then he grabbed me up roughly and half-hopped, half-dragged me back to the blanket and then pushed me back down on the floor again. “If you're smart you won't give us any trouble.” Not My Friend stalked off, went into the other room, and closed the door. I could hear voices on the other side of that door, voices that were talking about me. What were they going to do to me? Even if my Dad paid the ransom, would they just let little David run home to Daddy? I didn't think so. Then the door opened again and I looked up to see Not My Friend walking toward me. “All right, Bitch, this is the drill. I’m leaving now to collect the money. You’re going to stay here and keep real quiet. If you make any noise, my buddy’s going to come out of that room and make a real loud noise. You know what kind of noise?” Not My Friend pulled out this great big pistol and pointed it right down at my head and, oh my Gosh, I could see a big bullet in the barrel just waiting to come out and really hurt me! “This kind of a noise!” I blinked my eyes and nodded my head submissively while I sucked drool from the thickening roll of cloth inside my mouth and swallowed hard. And then I didn't move a muscle while he pulled another folded bandanna around over my eyes and tied it tightly around my head so that the folded cloth was XXXX my eyelids shut. Then I listened and I heard him go out the door and close the door behind him. I couldn't see his buddy or anything else now with my eyes all covered up like this so I strained my ears to listen for him and said a quiet little prayer while I began to struggle quietly on the floor. I didn't know how much time I had, but I didn't want to be here when Not My Friend came back. I don’t know how long it took me because I was so scared, but then I managed to pull one of my hands free from the ropes. I hurried to pull the blindfold off of my eyes and then my other hand came free. Then with my hands shaking so bad that I could hardly make them do what I wanted, I managed to untie all the ropes holding my legs and feet. Almost free, I skinned that sticky tape off of my face and hooked a finger into the soggy bandanna so I could pull the icky thing out of my mouth. I gasped several deep breaths of fresh air and then tried to get up on my feet. But by now my legs were all numb and I had to rub them to get my blood going again. Then I tiptoed out of the room and found my way out of the building. Then I ran outside and then I felt a cool blast of air against my skin which reminded me that I was still stark-assed naked. All of a sudden I heard the scream of a siren and a police car stopped in front of me. “All right, Streaker, hold it right there!” the Officer commanded. “I’m not a Streaker,” I told him. THE END David played by Earl Ray Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/15/2005
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BANG, BANG, THE DOPPELGANG" by SoftTouch
25 photos
"Look at the clock!" I never should have taken that XXXX. Now I was going to be late for the luncheon. Bad form, as my British colleagues would say. It wasn't every day that you were picked to be the guest of honor, and it sure wasn't every day when the Foundation awarded you a check for $2,000,000 dollars to continue your research. I didn't need a shave, but I had better have a shower. So I left the front door open for Gerald and hurried into the bathroom. I turned on the shower to warm up the water and then stepped out of my shorts. All of a sudden, the bathroom door opened and there were two men standing there. One of them was pointing a concealed item at me. "Forget the shower. You won't need it." "Yea," the second man said. "You ain't going nowhere." The second man stepped into the light and I had to look at him twice because he looked exactly like me! "Who are you people? Where is Gerald?" "He went for a swim." "Yea. He was doing one of them breast-strokes." "If you hurt him--?" I started to threaten. The guy with the concealed item raised the barrel so that I could look right down its big bore. And then I looked at his face and saw that he wasn't smiling and something went dead inside me. Then my double pulled some rope out of his pocket and pointed his finger at me. "Turn around and hold real still, else I'm going to have to give you a couple of them love-taps." I turned around and didn't resist when he grabbed me by my wrists and dragged my arms behind me. Then I felt his big hands wrapping that rope tightly around my wrists like he was enjoying his work. I tried to buy some time. "I don't know what you guys are after, but it will never work." "Oh, I don't know." The guy with the concealed item was smiling at me. "The people at your bank were most cooperative." "My bank?" I croaked while my doppelganger began wrapping and tying another rope tightly all around my knees so that my bare feet were being drawn close together. "Yes. We explained all about your need to continue your research outside of the country. They've already transferred most of your account to our bank there. And, as soon as we have that big check in our hands, they will be happy to transfer those funds as well." "You can't do this!" "Don't be so concerned. We left you a few thousand to live on." "But how? People know me! They know my signature!" "Yes, they do. But, with a little plastic surgery, my friend looks just like you, and he has two other talents that makes him perfect for this job. One, he is an excellent forger. And two, he really likes to hurt people." "But, but.." "Enough talk! Gag him!" My doppelganger grabbed me roughly and XXXX me to open my mouth. Then he drew a knotted bandanna between my teeth, separating my teeth and putting a thick cloth knot in my mouth for my tongue to trip over. Then he drew the ends tight and double-knotted them behind my neck. "Down on your knees, bathing beauty!" He shoved me roughly down onto the cold floor. "We'll leave you in here for awhile, just in case we need you again." They closed the door and then I heard them jam a chair under the doorknob so that I couldn't get it open. And then they went away. I hopped over and put my ear to the door, but I couldn't hear them anymore. They must have gone. Gone where? To the luncheon. That's how they were going to get my check. I had to get out of here! I started struggling against the ropes that were binding my wrists while I hopped around my little bathroom prison looking for something, anything I could cut myself free with. But I couldn't find anything! I started getting desperate and began throwing my shoulder against the door like they did in the movies. It hurt, but I had to get out of here somehow, I had to find a phone to get help. All of a sudden, the door gave way and I went falling over onto my sore shoulder. I hopped and crawled like an inchworm out into the living room. It was slow and it hurt every muscle in my body, but I kept going while I kept working my tongue against that big knot in my mouth so I could talk again. It was almost two o'clock! I had to hurry! I had almost made it over to the phone when I heard the front door opening. It was them! They'd come back! They'd see I was trying to escape! And then I looked up and saw Gerald. THE END A KODAK MOMENT By Tyler Lewis woke up. He looked to the clock, and he realized that it was already almost noon, and he hadn't gotten up yet. He had an important client's meeting in a few hours, and he needed to get ready quick. He had been up partying all night last night, on a date with his girlfriend. He was sort of disappointed by the outcome, however. He had asked her to tie him up (being tied up was one of Lewis' fantasies), and she had declined because she thought that bondage was "sorta weird." Lewis finally found the strength to get up, and he did his morning stretches as he always did. He was wearing a T-shirt and boxer briefs. He then stepped away from the couch, heading over to the bathroom to do his morning routine. He took off his T-shirt, and he looked at his body in the mirror. He thought he looked pretty damn good. But as he was about to open the medicine cabinet to retrieve his shaving cream and razor, an idea entered his mind. He thought about it for a moment, and he looked back at his clock. I still have three hours until the meeting..., he thought. Lewis knew what he was going to do. If his girlfriend wouldn't tie him up, then couldn't he do it himself? I mean, self-bondage never hurt anyone, did it? He quickly dashed out of the room, and he looked around his apartment for things to use. He found a green bandanna in a drawer that held some of his clothing and accessories, such as his graduation ring and ties. He then walked over to the kitchen and looked into the utility closet. In there he found some nice wads of rope. He grabbed those, and he took some scissors on his way back to the bathroom. When he was back in the bathroom, he dropped the rope, scissors and bandanna and quickly took his boxer briefs off. He grabbed the green bandanna, and he tied it tightly around his neck. He established a few knots at the back of the gag, just so it would stay good and tight. Then, very precisely, he estimated how much rope he would need to tie his wrists. He got his measure, and he cut the length needed from the huge wad of rope. Then, even more precisely, he tied his wrists tightly. He had been in the Boy Scouts, and he knew how to tie knots every which way, even ropes on his own wrists. He looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he looked even more good when he was in bondage. Now that he was happily indulged in his fantasies, he began groaning loudly, pretending that he was a prisoner of his girlfriend. "MMMMMMMMMPH!" he screamed. Oh, it felt so good to be tied up like this. "MMMMPH! MPO! MPHN MPHY MPE!" While Lewis was yelling as loud as he could through his tight gag, his next door neighbor walked into Lewis' surprisingly unlocked apartment. (Lewis was too XXXX last night to remember to lock it.) Lewis' neighbor was a very muscular man who enjoyed pulling pranks on people and laughing at them. He was one of those assholes that terrorize the weird kid in high school, basically. Well, Lewis' neighbor (whose name was Jake) was very surprised to see Lewis doing such a thing when he peered into the bathroom. Our little Lewis couldn't see him however, because he was bent over, imagining he was trying to loosen the knots on his wrists. Jake saw this as a golden oppurtunity, and he ran back over to his own apartment. There he grabbed his Kodak camera, and he rushed back over to Lewis' apartment. Lewis was still bent over as Jake stood in front of the door. "SAY CHEESE!" Jake said as Lewis turned around. He took a picture of Lewis, as he was on his knees "pleading to be untied". Lewis came crashing back to the real world. He looked in fear at Jake who was standing there with his camera. He stopped grunting, and Lewis just stared at muscular Jake, who was wearing a blue t-shirt that was just tight enough to show his enormous build and khaki pants that were just tight enough to show his now enormous bulge. "Well, what do we have here?" asked Jake. "MMMPH! MPO MPAY!" screamed Lewis. Jake understood what Lewis was saying. "Go away? Why should I? I have a nice little show right here, and I don't want leave until the good part's over." Lewis could do nothing but grunt, moan, and slightly rock as Jake took the remaining wads of rope and the scissors. "Let's speed up the process, shall we?" said Jake as he walked closer to Lewis. Lewis found the strength to stand up, but he could not escape because of the enormous man that stood before him. Jake got down on his knees, and he hurriedly criss-crossed the rope around Lewis' knees, which only made Lewis cabable of jumping. With this new binding, Lewis found it hard to keep his balance and he began bunny-hopping around. Grunting. Meanwhile, Jake was taking pictures of Lewis' agony, laughing about it as he did. He took two of him hopping, and a close up of his face. "Want more?" asked Jake. "MPO! MPO MPORE!" screamed Lewis through his gag. "Okay. More." Jake grabbed the rope, and he cut a rather long strand of it with the scissors. He walked over to Lewis and put him in a headlock. Lewis couldn't do anything while Jake tied the rope in tight knots around his chest. Lewis screamed once more at the sharp pain of the tight rope clamping the skin. "Oh, those were only the previews!" Jake joked as he took the remaining rope from the chest knot and tied it to the sink head. Lewis couldn't move anywhere now. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Jake took the remaining rope from both the sink and chest knots, and he tied it sharply around Lewis' cock. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHH! MPHO MPOD! MPHESE!" Lewis cried as he hurt his dick with every move of his body. Jake then got back down on the floor, and he tied Lewis' ankles with a seperate piece of rope. Jake laughed rauncheously at Lewis' screams and cries of pain, and he took three pictures of it. Jake soon got bored with this position. "This movie needs action!" Jake said as he used the scissors to cut the rope around the sink and Lewis' cock. Jake kept Lewis' chest tied however. Again, it was hard for Lewis too keep his balance, so he soon became "Jake's little bunny" again. "Hoppity Hop Hop!" Jake sang as he took some pictures of Lewis' struggle. At one point, Lewis did lose his balance, and Jake got a great ass shot of that. Lewis then fell to the ground, but he managed to break the fall by supporting his body with his feet. Jake was still taking pictures, and soon Lewis lost his balance. Jake took even more pictures of Lewis when he was curled up in the corner of the bathroom, all tied and nowhere to go. "Well, I guess we've reached the climax." said Jake. He loved these little movie puns that he had been saying through the whole "photo shoot". Jake put the camera in his pocket, and he grabbed Lewis by the feet. He dragged him into the living room. Jake quickly closed the door and locked it. Jake took one more picture of Lewis laying on the carpet, helpless. "Maybe not." Jake said. "Maybe the fun's only beginning..." Jake took one last picture of Lewis' gagged face, and he quickly went to work... Fin Model: Lewis Photographer: Jake Date of Production: 03/15/2002
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WANT TO BET? by SoftTouch
25 photos; 2:38 video
Kirby couldn't believe how dumb these college students were. All he had to do is to rig up some Lucky Number Lottery and every one of them would bet the last dollar that they got from home. Of course, they wouldn't win anything. Kirby was very good at looking them in the eye and telling them how sorry he was that they didn't win this time. Maybe they would have better luck next time. And then he could put all of their cash into his Happy Weekend Fund and head into the city for some fun. Kirby was so sure of himself, and so sure of how dumb these college kids were that he never saw the pillow case coming before it was XXXX down over his head. One moment he was happily planning his big weekend. The next minute that pillow case was pulled down over his head and then there were hands, lots of hands, pushing him into the back of a van. The van started moving and then those hands started tying ropes all over Kirby’s skinny body. Kirby was scared. He didn't know who his attackers were, or whose van this was, or where they were taking him. For a few moments the pillow case was lifted up off of Kirby’s mouth and he tried to yell for help, but those hands XXXX his mouth shut and then they sealed his lips tight under several layers of sticky tape. Then the pillow case was pulled down again until the van finally bumped to a stop. Those hands grabbed Kirby’s body again and then started pulling and dragging him out of the van. And then those hands kept on pushing and pulling on his body as Kirby was XXXX to walk in pillow-case darkness until he heard a screen door slam shut behind him and his body was yanked to a stop. Then the pillow case was yanked off of Kirby’s head and the bright lights in the room XXXX him to blink several times before he could see again. Kirby looked around and saw that he was in the laundry room of somebody’s house. And then he saw the four college kids who were all gathered around him in a semi-circle and grinning at him like somebody who just caught a rat in a trap. Then Kirby looked back over his shoulder and saw the screen door. He turned toward it; thinking that now would be a good time to run. But then Four-Eyes said “Don't think about going out that door. My Maska’s out there. Maska is a great big Russian Wolf Hound and I just know that she would like to take a little bite out of you.” Kirby swallowed hard behind his taped over lips. He didn't like dogs of any kind, and he really didn't like dogs that were almost as big as a horse. Kirby could already feel those big canine teeth sinking into his tender buns so he shrunk back from the door and then turned to look at the four grinning students. “We're going to make this real easy for you Kirby. You just show us where you hid all of the cash you took from us and our friends this week, and then we'll let you go with only a few bruises for bad behavior,” Four-Eyes explained like he was talking to a small XXXX. Kirby blinked his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side. He couldn't give these kids that cash. That cash was already promised to a guy he had borrowed some money from last weekend. And that guy was the kind of guy that always got paid back – or else! “Told you he was stupid,” one of the other students said. “Yea, let’s tie him up some more!” his buddy said excitedly as he held up some ropes. All four of the students pounced on Kirby and pushed him down into an old chair. Then two of them held him still while the other two started laughing and wrapping and tying those ropes tighter and tighter around Kirby’s ankles and thighs. Then the four of them went into a huddle and started whispering together. Kirby sat in the chair and tried to ignore the pain from the way the ropes were all digging into him. Then he saw a little black cat come over and give him a sniff. Black cats were bad luck so Kirby shook his head and huffed through his nose at the cat. Maybe this cat wanted to take a bite out of him, too. Suddenly the huddle broke up and all at once Four-Eyes was grabbing Kirby around his throat. “Where’s the money Kirby?” A whimper escaped from Kirby’s throat as he shook his head. “You're making it really hard on yourself!” Four-Eyes pushed Kirby down onto the hard floor. “We're going to give you a few minutes to think it over. Then we're coming back and you're really going to be sorry if you don't start talking.” Kirby waited until all four of the students went out through the door and left him alone. Then desperation and fear took over as Kirby began to roll around on the floor. There had to be a way out of this! So Kirby strained all of his muscles and clawed his fingers at the knotted ropes until he was gasping through his nose and sweat was running down into his eyes. But those college boys had tied some good knots. Then the door opened and the four smiling college students came back in to stand over Kirby. “You ready to talk yet?” Four-Eyes asked. Kirby moaned behind the tape covering his mouth. “That’s too bad. Hoist him up!” Kirby whined in fear as all four of the college students grabbed his body and lifted him up off of the floor. Then they put him down on top of the washer and the dryer. “First, I think we will toast you a little,” Four-Eyes said. Then Kirby watched in disbelief while Four-Eyes adjusted the controls on the washer for a hot wash and started the machine. Then he adjusted the controls on the dryer and turned it on as hot as it would go. At first there was only the sound of running water which reminded Kirby that he hadn't been to the bathroom in awhile. But then both of the vibrating machines started to get warm, and then they both started to get hot. Kirby wiggled his buns against the hot metal and begged the grinning students to please let him go, but the students just laughed at him. “Awe, I'll bet he’s had his buns toasted before,” the smallest student said. “Let’s toast his other side instead.” Kirby cried out in protest behind the sticky tape, but the laughing students thought that was a great idea. So all four of them grabbed his helpless body and turned him over so that he was lying chest down on top of the hot washer and crotch down on top of the hot dryer. In a matter of moments the hot metal had burned its way through the cotton of Kirby’s sweatshirt and jeans and now Kirby could feel the hot metal right against his skin. Then the washer’s agitator came on and began to shake that hot metal up against Kirby’s nipples until his nipples were starting to get hot, too. At the same time the dryer was spinning around the other way and vibrating up against his hot crotch. “Ooh look! He’s got really nice feet!” the littlest student said. “I wonder if he’s ticklish.” Kirby fairly shrieked into his gag and shook his head from side to side. He was so ticklish that he might have a heart attack! So he started making begging noises into his gag and tried to make them understand that they just couldn't do that to him. But Four-Eyes just smiled. “Just think about it Kirby. Nobody knows where you are and you're going to be here all weekend. Think about spending a whole weekend with four very bright students who are going to have a lot of fun inventing new ways to make you talk. I think you will tell us what we want to know eventually, but now that I see you here, I don't think that we're going to be in any hurry to find out.” THE END Kirby played by Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/02/2004
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Bound Guy played by Jack Stone
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