XXXXped Brad by Justin

30 photos; 2:17 video

         I finished tying the ropes and then gagged him. I liked seeing his prick just hanging there waiting for some attention.  I took my dick out and started wanking it just to see Brad's reaction. He started to squim but tied tightly like I had him Brad was not going anyplace.  I knew I had to move him to my Van. I had backed it up to his garage door so when I opened it, I could just dump this naked preppy in the back and split.          Brad rolled around his rug giving me many visuals treats, My dick was rock hard and I knew I must toss myself off before I moved him.  Had to be careful of leaving any DNA for the Cop's to find. I had seen too many CSI'S on TV. I knew the drill so to speak.  I picked up Brad's white sox and smelled it. A sex filled aroma of feet and cotton his my nose. I placed Brad's sox over my 9 inch dick (That I knew would find it's way up Brad's virgin cherry-hole later) and  wanked and jerked it off, moaning as I did it seeing Brad lying, naked and bound and gagged at my feet.  I shot a load that filled his sox.  I scooped up his other sox and boxers and stuffed them in my levi's leaving Brad's sox on my still throbbing dick as I zipped myself up. 
          Ok, Brad we are going on a little trip. I grabbed Brad's cell phone so he could make the Ransom call him self. Begging his Dad to pay the money to avoid being castrated. I went to his jewelry box and grabbed all his rings and four watches.  I took a Gucci suitcase and picked five suits and five pairs of size 11 d shoes as I knew we wore ther same size.  His silk boxer shorts were next as his silk over the calf black socks plus five silk ties plus shirts.   After he paid the Million in small bills, I was going to hire a plane to take me to Belize in Cental America. I could live very well there knowing the USA had no treaty to extridite me.  I hoped the Ransom would take several days as I wanted to "explore Brad's sexuality" and see how many time I could make the Blonde CUM! 

The Very Bad Plan

43 photos; 6:16 video

Craig tries to out Slade Slade.

Model: Craig
Model  & Photographer: Slade

Date of Production: 07/30/2013

Nabbed by Caitiff

22 photos

  It was already dark when Jeff finally got done with soccer practice. The handsome dark haired college student had been getting home later and later each night, with both soccer practice and a full class load. At least he didn't have to worry about a job, Jeff thought, his parents were loaded and paid for everything so he could concentrate on school.   Jeff was pretty tired as he trudged up the walk to his apartment. So tired that he didn't notice that all the security lights seemed to be out. Jeff didn't notice the two men waiting for him in the bushes, either, until they rushed out and grabbed him.   "What the..Mmmmph!" Was all Jeff could say before one of the men clamped his hand tightly over Jeff's mouth.   "Keep quiet!" One of the men commanded," Do what we say and you won't get hurt, rich boy!"   Overpowered, Jeff could only do as the men commanded. Quickly, Jeff found himself being shoved into the back of the car, XXXX to the floor. The car, along with Jeff and his XXXXs, quickly sped into the night.       "Mmmmm!", Jeff moaned for the hundredth time, trying to get the attention of his XXXXs.    After a long drive, Jeff was taken to a run down apartment building in the bad part of town. Told to sit on a mangy bed in one of the rooms, Jeff was soon being tied up. Rope was wound tightly around his hands, knees and feet. Then a piece of blue tape was slapped over Jeff's face, sealing his mouth.   That was last night. Jeff had spent several uncomfortable hours, twisting his body, trying to get loose without his XXXXs noticing. But it wasn't working. Jeff was in excellent shape, but all the muscles in the world didn't help without leverage. And the ropes would not budge. The XXXXs knew their knots.   So all Jeff could do was lay on the bed, unable to get to XXXX, while his XXXXs, who always had stockings over faces when he saw them, stayed in another room.    Once again, Jeff let out as loud a moan as he could. Maybe if he could talk to the men, he could get them to let him go. Or at least convince them to get him some food.   The XXXXs entered, faces covered with stockings as always.   "Mmmmpht! Mmmm-mmm" Jeff pleaded as much as he could through his gag, but the XXXXs didn't seem to care.   "Shut up!" one replied.    The two men then took out a piece of paper with the words "1,000,000 or else" written on it. The paper was put on top of Jeff. The XXXXs then took out a cam corder and started recording.   "We have your son," One of the XXXXs said, threateningly," If you want to see him again, you will not go the police, you will give one million dollars in small bills. Instructions on where to leave the money will be given later. You will have one day to hand over the money after the instructions are given....or else we kill your son!"   As the cam-corder was turned off, the other XXXX asked, "Why not kill him now? We're going to do it anyway.        "Mmmmm!" Jeff gave a desperate cry.   "Not in front of the kid, moron! And we need to have proof he's alive if they ask."   The XXXXs left the room, leaving Jeff to await his fate       .    Another day passed. Other then to use the bathroom once in the morning, Jeff remained bound and gagged. And even then, only his hands had been untied. His feet were kept tied and the tape stayed fixed to his mouth. His XXXXs had not seen fit to feed Jeff.   Weak with hunger and thirst and sore from the ropes that cut off circulation in his hands and feet, Jeff could only lie still.   Suddenly one of the XXXXs entered the room, holding a large knife.    "My partner says we need to keep you alive until we get the money, but I think we don't need you anymore."   "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Jeff could only shake his head frantically as the man came closer with the knife in hand. Then, just as Jeff was sure he wasn't going to make it, the man was pulled away by his partner, who also XXXX the knife out of his hand.   "I ...TOLD... YOU... WE... WAIT!" the other XXXX screamed at his murderous partner, hitting him brutally in the jaw with each word. he then dragged the second XXXX from the room. Jeff was left alone again.   The next morning, the XXXXs had to go out together to make sure their instructions were being. Jeff was given a bathroom break, then fed a cold burger and a glass of water, the first thing he had eaten in days. They then hog-tied Jeff to make sure he didn't try hopping away.        When he was sure the XXXXs had gone, Jeff began to struggle against the ropes with all his strength. Twisting and rolling back and forth, Jeff knew this was probably his last chance to get free. But try as he might, he couldn't break free.   In desperation, Jeff even tried to yell for help though his gag. But if there was anyone nearby, they either didn't hear or didn't care.            Jeff's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the door open and the XXXXs come in. Then Jeff's heart began racing as the murderous XXXX entered the room, wielding his large knife.   "Just a few more hours!" He gloated and left. Jeff had never been more terrified in his life.        Those few hours passed like days to Jeff. Frantically he continued to struggle against his bondage as much as he could without alerting the XXXXs. When it was time for the XXXXs to leave again to pick up their money, the boss XXXX blindfolded Jeff.   "You can do him when we get back. This way he won't see it coming."   The XXXXs left again. And as before, Jeff vainly fought his bondage. Much too soon though, Jeff heard the outer door open and some walk into his room. They put their hands on Jeff, tugging at the ropes.    "Mmmmmmmpht! Mmmpphhmmmm! Mmm Mmm!" Jeff cried through his gag in a panic. Suddenly, his blindfold was taken off. It took a few seconds for Jeff's eyes to focus.   But it wasn't one of the XXXXs about to do him in, it was a policeman! The policemen removed the tape from Jeff's mouth.   "Are you all right?" Jeff was asked. Jeff gave a weak nod, happier then he had been before his entire life.       It was later that Jeff had learned his neighbor had seen his XXXX and gotten the XXXX's license plate number. Jeff was saved and his XXXXs were given very long prison sentences.       The End   Photography-Caitiff   Model-Matt   You can see more of Matt at My Friends Feet       Date of Production: 12/27/2001

Bed Buddies pt 2

40 photos; 3:05 video

Got Your Back by Cryptococcus

23 photos; 3:07 video

 
Ben and Todd were recreational XXXX users, but not dealers. Ben, especially, was always on the lookout for some good blow, even though it sometimes took him far from the gentle neighborhood where the young men lived. Stating that he planned to clean the joint up, Todd had willingly emptied both his wallet and his pockets and antied up his car keys that Saturday morning so Ben could go make a score for the both of them.

True to his word, as soon as Ben left, Todd got out the floor sweeper and threw all the windows open. After a while, he decided the autumn breezes were uncomfortably cool, but the joint DID need airing out . . . so he shrugged into a warm vest and resumed his chores.

Todd decided he'd get the living room and the kitchen, and it was Ben's turn for the bathroom. At least, Todd thought it was, but he wasn't too sure.

Todd heard the door opening and without looking up, said, "Yo, bro. What'd you get?"

"Uh, Todd," said Ben, in a way that made Todd look up.

Behind and slightly to the side of Ben was a man wearing grease-stained jeans, engineer's boots, and a muscle tee. The man's arms and what Ben could see of the man's chest were covered in tattoos.

"What's up?" asked Todd.

Then Ben stepped aside, At the same time, the stranger gave Ben a push with a hand in the middle of his back that sent Ben sprawling artlessly on the floor.

"Oh, fuck," said Todd. "Wait a minute. What the shit's going down here."

"Shut your trap," ordered the man. He was looking around the house,

Todd saw the man's narrowed pupils, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck spring erect. Slowly, he raised his hands.

"That's right," said the man. "You," he pointed at Todd, "on the couch." He turned to Ben, who was still on the floor. "And you run fetch that clothesline I see in your back yard. Pull any shit, and it's your friend's funeral."

"Uh, yes," said Ben, and he scrabbled on his elbows and knees for the door.

"What is it you want?" asked Todd. He saw the stranger watching Ben through the back door.

"I want the rest of your roll," said the man. "I saw what your buddy was flashing, and with that kind of dough, I knew there'd either be more of it, or I'd find some really good stash here."

"We don't have anything here," said Ben. "Todd had all our money, He was supposed to go score for us this morning."

Todd appeared. In his haste, he had ripped down all three clothesline segments and returned with them, clothespins and all. With his eyes wide, he dropped them at the strangers feet.

"You, too," the man said, "on the couch."

Todd nervously took his place beside Ben. Both men watched as the tattooed guy knelt to slice the clothesline into manageable pieces.

"What you gonna do to us?" asked Ben.

"Gonna tie you up, and maybe gonna beat the shit outta you if you don't tell me where your stash and cash are right now!"

"Crap, man. I already told you. We ain't got no stash, and Todd had all the dough we could scrounge up."

"For your sake," said the man, "that better not be so." He pointed the XXXX at Todd. "Stand up," he ordered, "and put your hands behind your back."

Minutes later, Todd and Ben were bound at wrists and ankles. Ben sat on the edge of the couch, with fight or flight resounding within him with the adrenaline that thrummed in his veins. It was a totally helpless feeling, and it peaked when the stranger pulled an old sock between Ben's teeth and used the last of a roll of duct tape to gag Todd. Then the man left the room.

Todd, to Ben's amazement, then came to his feet and hopped over to the door. Ben heard the tattooed man rummaging around in the kitchen, and he hopped over to his roommate. Ben then shook his head. Count on Todd to be anal retentive, he thought. Todd had secured the safety chain before dumping the clothesline on the floor.

Then Todd had an idea. He turned his back to Ben and touched the other man's bound hands, asking, imploring his assistance, but Ben's vest was pulled down over his bound wrists, and there was little that the other man could do.

"Ya'll ain't got shit in the fridge," called the man from the kitchen. Then he returned and found the two men at the door. He was instantly annoyed. "Okay," he said. "You two dumb shits get down on the floor right this instant. I'm gonna turn this place upside down, and I ain't gonna have you wandering around while I do it!"

He then roped Ben and Todd together, back-to-back.

Ben and Todd then watched as the man carted out their possessions. Then they heard the sound of Ben's car start up. As the sound of the motor dwindled in the distance, Todd heard Ben say something. It was muffled by the sock gag, but it sounded a lot like, "This is all your fault, you dumbass."

And Todd, for once, had to agree, but there was no way he was ever going to admit it to Ben.     Todd played by Sammy   Ben played by Mike   Photography by Caitiff  

Jay

27 photos

Welcome Home

25 photos; 5:38 video

Bound Guy  played by Jon Storm Thug played by Ron Jeffries Photography by Caitiff



ddate of Production: 04/04/2019

Awkward Position by Caitiff

32 photos; 2:10 video

   This was going to be good, Chad thought to himself. For weeks he hadn’t been able ot hook up in his po dunk town. That had been weeks he hadn’t been able ot get tied up. But today it occurred to him, he could tie himself up. Sure, he wouldn't’ be able to get off very easily but that was part of the fun.
He had never actually tried self bondage before. But the concept seemed pretty simple. First he tied the rope around his ankles, binding his legs. Next came the gag. A strip of strong duct tape was plastered over his mouth, sealing it. Chad’s dick went hard. The gag was always his favourite part. Finally Chad had to tie his hands. That was the hard part. Carefully he made a hand cuff out of the rope and slipped it over his hands. He had to twist his fingers to tighten it until it felt comfortably tight and then fix the knot. Wiggling his wrists, Chad felt suitably restrained. He was certain he could reach the knot and free himself when he had too but it would take some effort and that’s exactly what Chad wanted.                  

Gagging for It by Kurt

13 photos; 2:54 video

Out of the Blue by Fidelis

29 photos

   Gus let his hand rest lightly on his belt.   He didn’t think that he would even need to draw it, but you could never be sure with these punk gangbangers. There had been so many complaints from the new homeowners in this neighbourhood. They were buying up and refurbishing these old houses, and weren’t too happy when the punks broke in and started stealing both the old and valuable fixtures and leaded glass, as well as the new appliances that were going in. Gus had just seen a figure in a hoodie slip into this house – he was going to catch the little prick red-handed. Maybe that would get these rich assholes off the backs of the police. What did they expect? They were moving into a poor neighbourhood, gentrifying and kicking out the old inhabitants – there was bound to be trouble. But the law was the law – Gus wasn’t going to have a bunch of punks doing what they pleased on his beat.
  Gus pushed at the front door – it slowly swung open. Hmm, this wasn’t a good sign. He tightened the grip on his XXXX. Maybe he should have called for back up. Naw, he wasn’t a raw rookie, he would be OK.
"This is the police. You are on….UGGGGGHHHH!"
Gus fell to the floor stunned. Something heavy and hard had slammed down on the back of his neck. He lay on the floor, temporarily unable to move. He grunted as someone kicked him in the ribs.
"Well, what have we got here? A nosy cop, I see. I guess this isn’t your day, copper."
"UNNNHHHHHH!"
  Gus could only moan as his unknown assailant grabbed his belt and started dragging him across the filthy floor of the house. His right arm was totally without feeling – he tried to grab out with his left arm, but it was useless. He was being heaved about as if he was a sack of potatoes. He was pulled upright and his head slammed into something solid. Blackness descended as he slid to the floor, unconscious.
"UNNNGGGHNNOOOO!"
Gus shook his head. Whoever had been slapping his face had stopped. He tried to focus his eyes. For the moment, all that he could see was dusty floor, with a trail through the dust, as if something large and heavy had been dragged through the filth. It took him a moment to realize that he had been the object. He was on his knees, his legs in a very uncomfortable position beneath him. His hands were behind his back, something cold and metallic holding him in place against some sort of pole. Something nasty and sticky was covering his mouth.
  "How does our neighbour beat cop, feel? A helluva lot better than you’ll be feeling in a few minutes. I can assure you of that. "
"HMMMPH! GGMMWHOMMTHEHELLMMMU!"
"Me? You want to know who little innocent old me is? I’m the neighbourhood XXXX maker, you dumb cluck. And you’ve stumbled into my lab. It is might inconvenient – I wasn’t planning on moving for weeks. You’ve really screwed up my plans, copper. Lucky that I’ve just finished brewing a batch."
"MMMUBASHTARD! GGMMMGONNAMMROTINGGJAIL…UGGMGLUMP!"
  Greg’s gagged tirade was cut short.
"Jail? I don’t think so, copper. Who’s going to put me in jail? Not you, that’s for sure. Now, I could just blow your head off right now, but the sight of blood makes me fail faint. And it would be sooooo messy. No, I’ve got something much better in store for you."
Greg snarled through his gag and struggled against his cuffs, which were far too tight. They were already starting to cut off his circulation. If he could just reach his keys…
  "No, no, copper. You aren’t going anywhere. How stupid do you think I am? Do you think that I would leave the key to your cuff in easy reach? Here it is, and….here it goes."
Greg heard a tiny clink as his captor tossed the key into the rubble of the half-renovated house. Damn, this wasn’t good. What did this guy mean – what better thing did he have in store for him? Having his head blown off wouldn’t be a good thing, but…what could be worse then that? No head meant dead. Greg could feel sweat trickling down his rib cage. He didn’t have a good feeling about the situation that he was in. He didn’t have long to wait to find how dire his dilemma was.
" I was planning on using this when I left this dump – there is nothing like a nice explosion and fire to cover one’s tracks. You’re just forcing me to use it prematurely. Just let me pack up my things and then I’ll set it up. Don’t worry, you won’t have long to wait."
  "GGGMMMNNNOOOO! MUUCANTMMDOTHISM!"
Greg tried to lash out with his legs, which he had managed to straighten. He just missed his captor’s shins.
"You’re going to wish that you hadn’t done that, copper. Of course, you’re going to be blasted into bits in a very short period of time, but…you’ve just given an excuse to do this!"
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"   Greg screamed in pain as the villain leaned over and grasped Greg’s groin with an incredibly strong hand. It felt as if a steel claw was crushing his nuts. Greg almost passed out with the pain. He could only watch through a blurry haze as his ankles and knees were taped up.
"There, no more kicking from the cop. Not that you have much more time to kick anyone. Let me see – half an hour should give me plenty of time to pack up and get out of here. It’s been nice knowing you officer – parting is such sweet sorrow and all of that crap, but I’ve got to get out of here, and you – why, bits of you should be scattered all over the neighbourhood in 30 minutes."
  Greg struggled to his feet. He throw himself forward, hoping that the support to which he was cuffed would break. No such luck. When they built these big old houses, they built them to last. The wood didn’t even creak. OK, time to move on to plan two. He had an extra key to his cuffs hidden about his person – you never knew when an extra key would come in handy. He had been in such a rush this morning that he hadn’t had time to put it in its usual hiding place, but he knew that he had it. He had stuffed it into his pocket – he hoped that it hadn’t fallen out when he was dragged across the floor.
  Darn, this wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be. Greg strained his muscles, trying to get his rapidly numbing fingers into his pocket. He could just reach the inside of the pocket, but of course the key was at the bottom. Gingerly, he started pulling up the lining of the pocket with the tips of his fingers. He had to be careful; he didn’t want the key falling to the floor – if that happened he would be in really big trouble. Hmm, that was a dirty tissue – no good. Some change – no good. Ah, that felt like the key. Now if he could just get it out…Greg gave a sob of frustration as the key slipped back into his pocket. His fingers were getting both sweaty and numb. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he knew that he didn’t have long to free himself.
AHA! He had it! Now all he had to do was unlock the cuffs. He had had training in doing this very thing in the academy, but never with his hands almost completely numb, and never when cuffed to a pole! Oh yes, he almost had it. He was so close to freeing himself…he heard a tiny click and one cuff fell open.
  Greg tore frantically at the tape around his knees. His knife had disappeared from his duty belt; he had to use his bare hands to free himself. Damn, but this stuff was sticky and tough. He tore at it freeing first his knees and then his ankles. He started racing for the front door, not bothering to remove his gag. He was in no mood for chatting at the moment, and he had the horrible feeling that he didn’t have a moment to waste. He yanked the door open and stumbled onto the front steps. He heard a boom and then a whoosh as the force of the explosion blew him off the steps and into the shrubbery. Ha – the criminal had been foiled! Greg wasn’t in tiny little bits and he wasn’t going to rest until he had nailed the guy and made sure he spent the rest of his days rotting in jail.     Greg played by Chris
Photography by Caitiff  

Bed Buddies pt 1

27 photos; 3:05 video

Down in The Basement

32 photos; 3:54 video

Bears by Slade

18 photos

Model: Craig
Model: Kurtis
Photographer: Slade   Date of Production: 01/27/2012

Thug On My Table pt 2 by Caitiff

17 photos; 2:27 video

 

My Pesky Step Brother by Ivor Ciccone

26 photos

  My step brother Kurt was a real nightmare to live with.
Noisy, messy, always in my hair.
He dropped out of school early, preferring to get a job doing constuction work.
Last year, I was cramming for exams and if there ever was a time I needed him out of the house it was then.
When I learned that he would be off work, between contracts, at the same time that I needed some space to revise, I tried all kinds of things to get him out of the house, cinema tickets, you name it, all I got was...
"This is as much my fuckin' house as it is yours, why should I go out?"
Or, after asking him to turn his music down a little...
"Go to the library, bookworm, or get a fuckin' life!"
The final straw came when he intruded into my room while I was working. He was playing air guitar and managed to XXXX my computer off my desk, yanking it out of the wall and losing all of my unsaved work.
I went crazy, but this test was really important to me.
"I'm gonna finish this work if it's the last thing I do!", I growled at him.
I grabbed some rope I had lying around and XXXX his hands behind his back. I had his wrists bound tight in seconds.
A wave of calm and relief washed over me!
"If this is what it takes to get my work done, bro....".
I pushed the dude into the living room and down onto a chair.
"You better get me outta this NOW!"   "Not very likely .......rockstar! You just cost me two days fuckin' work. You're staying right here AND YOU'RE GONNA BE QUIET!!!!!"
And I took the bandana off my head, twirled it, tied a knot in it and, with the knot between his teeth, gagged him with it, tying it tightly at the back of his head.
"GGGGGGRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPFFFFF!"
I grabbed all the rope we had in the house and got to work immobalising the jerk my dad had blessed me with when he remarried.
Forcing his kicking legs together I tightly bound them just above the ankles and just above the knees. He didn't submit very easily and put up quite a fight, but at 5ft 7in he's much smaller than me and knew I could overpower him. Then I took a long length of rope which I used to fasten his upper arms to his torso.
When I was all finished I stood back and surveyed my handiwork.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah, peace at last!"
I lit a cigarette and looked at Kurt, smiling.
"This is the quietest you've been in awhile, bro," I said, teasing him.
I walked towards him and stopped to look down into his eyes which seemed to be pleading with me.
"Those puppy dog eyes won't work with me, kid, I know you too well", I said and blew smoke in his face.
Kurt snarled at me.
"Ok, I've got some work to finish, shouldn't be more than, ooh, six or seven hours graft, I reckon."
But, as I walked out of the door towards the stairs, the dude rose to his bound feet, jumping after me, begging through the gag to be freed!"
Inevitably he lost his balance and hit the deck.
"Oh, we'll have to fix that immediately", I said looking down at him smiling.
And taking my last piece of rope I hogtied the dude!
"Now I'll get some, FUCKIN' work done!"
Kurt struggled like crazy, pulling at the ropes and screaming as loud as the gag permitted, but he was going nowhere and the screams were stifled!
 "You shoulda gone out, bro, like I said. Or you shoulda gotten yourself an education, then you wouldn't be so stupid!"
Laughing my head off, I walked out the room to the beautiful sound of Kurt's muffled madness, restrained anger.
I would've loved to have stayed there all day watching him, but I did have work to do.
Didn't stop me getting my rocks off a couple of times that day though!      

Say Hello to Reggie

22 photos; 4:47 video

Model : Reggie Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 03/25/2019

Things You Don't Want to Hear While Tied Up

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So years ago a very talented Artist named Moc used to send us some of his work.

This is one of the series he gave us.

Thinsg you don't want to hear while tied up.
Enjoy

Caitiff

Level by Level by Soft Touch

30 photos

               “What’s the matter Andy?” Vic laughed at him.  “You told me that you've been tied up lots of times.”
            Andy groaned a little into the roll of bandanna that was already starting to get soggy inside of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders a little in the hope of getting the tight ropes away from his hard nipples.
            “Me and my big mouth!” Andy cursed silently behind the gag.  Why did he tell Vic that he kind of liked being tied up?  He really didn't know Vic.  He had only met him tonight at the coffee shop.  But there was something about Vic’s persuasive charm and the loneliness that Andy had felt ever since he left home to start college that had made Andy eager to tell Vic all kinds of things that he didn't normally tell to strangers.
            If only Vic hadn't been so nice and so clever when he invited Andy back to his place?  And if only Andy hadn't been so brave when Vic challenged him a friendly way to prove that he could get loose from Vic’s ropes?  Actually Andy had felt kind of excited when Vic told him to take his shirt off and then held Andy close while he tied the young freshman’s wrists together behind his back.
            “How’s that?  Is that too tight?” Vic had asked him like a friendly big brother.
            Andy sighed heavily through his nose while he remembered how he had smiled up at Vic and told the older guy that he could make those ropes even tighter if he wanted.  Andy could take it.
            “All right, now I'm going to do your feet.”
            Andy closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the soggy cloth that was filling up his mouth as he remembered how supportive Vic had been while he helped Andy to sit down on the floor and then took off his shoes and socks before he began wrapping his rope kind of snugly around Andy’s bare ankles.
            “There, that should take care of your feet for awhile,” Vic had said.
            Andy smiled back at Vic and began testing his wrists and ankles against the snugly bound ropes.  Yea, he was pretty sure that he could get out of those without any trouble.  But then he saw Vic coming at him with some more rope.
            “Uh, Vic…? I think you've tied me up enough for now.  You want to see how I can get out of these?”
            “No, I don't want you to do anything until I tell you to do it!” Vic said gruffly.
            That surprised Andy.  Vic wasn't smiling any more and now his face didn't look the least bit friendly.  Then Andy was kind of shocked when Vic grabbed him up in his strong hands and pulled Andy up off of the floor so that Andy had to lean against Vic’s muscular body or topple over on his tied feet.
            “Uh, listen Vic; I don't want to do this any more.  I think I'd better go,” Andy had said hopefully.
            But Vic’s face looked even meaner as he drew a loose bandanna out of his pocket and ran it through his fingers.  “No I think you'd better shut up until I tell you can talk again!”
            Shock and confusion numbed Andy’s body while Vic held him in a close hug.  All of a sudden Andy felt Vic’s body pressing against him, and then Vic’s fingers were on Andy’s lips.  The next thing Andy knew his lips were being spread apart and his mouth was filling up with lots of soft cloth.  After that everything was kind of a blur while Andy felt his unresisting body in Vic’s strong hands and the bite of the rope coils as they hugged his chest tighter and tighter.
            The next thing Andy knew he was sitting down on the floor and looking up at Vic while those ropes were hugging and squeezing his body in all kinds of strange ways and he could feel the bandanna gag swelling up inside his mouth.
            “Okay Andy, here is the deal,” Vic told him gruffly.  “I'm going to leave you alone for a little while.  If you can get out of those ropes by the time I get back, I'll give you a ride back to your dorm.”
            Then Vic went out and closed the door.
            For several long moments Andy was too hurt and confused to do anything.  But then he realized that soon Vic would be coming back.  What would he do to Andy if Andy couldn't get free from these ropes somehow?  Then panic set in and Andy became a wild boy – twisting and clawing and pulling with all of his muscles and doing everything he could think off to somehow escape – but none of those things worked.
            By then Andy was gasping and gagging and sweating and hurting all over from the biting ropes.  There had to be a way out of this!  If only he had a knife or something?  Then Andy noticed the partly open dresser drawer.  Maybe there was something inside that drawer that he could use to cut these ropes?
            Andy was already hurting all over, but he ignored the pain while he slowly maneuvered his body close to the dresser.  The drawer had a knob on it, but Andy couldn't reach it with his hands.  So then Andy did the next best thing.  He opened his mouth as wide as he could and then used the drawer knob to push the soggy bandanna back inside his mouth until Andy could finally close his teeth around the wooden knob.  Then Andy bit hard on the wood and pulled and pulled until the drawer finally slid open.
            Then Andy looked into the open drawer, but there weren't any knives or scissors or anything he could use to cut these awful ropes.  There was only a bunch of old junk.  Damn!  Now what was he going to do?
            All of a sudden there was a loud CLICK-CLACK sound and Andy looked up in surprise to see Vic standing there and pointing a pistol at Andy’s head.  Oh no!  Was that a real XXXX?  Would Vic really shoot him?  Was Vic was one of those crazies?
            “I'm very disappointed in you Andy,” Vic said very solemnly.  “You broke the rules.  Now I'm going to have to take you to the next level.”
            The next level…?  What did that mean?  Andy shook his head slowly from side to side and made gurgling begging sounds into his gag while he tried to ignore the tears of frustration that were welling up in his eyes.
            “Down on your belly, Twinkie-Treat,” Vic commanded.
            Andy sighed deeply and surrendered his body to Vic as the older guy put Andy belly down onto the hard floor.  Then Andy took a chance and peaked behind him.  Vic had put the pistol away, but now he was holding more rope in his hands and his face had a crooked smile.               “On the next level you will learn how to endure the pain,” Vic told him.
            What did that mean?  Why didn't Vic explain any of these strange things he was saying?  Andy didn't know.  He only knew that his soft bed back in the dorm seemed like it was a thousand miles away and now Andy realized that he didn't know when he would ever see that soft bed again.
            And then the pain began as Andy felt more and more ropes biting into his wrists and ankles while his legs and his body were being bent further and further backwards into a painful horseshoe.  Then Vic let go of Andy’s body and the ropes took over and all at once the weight of Andy’s tied legs were pulling back on his tied arms until it felt like Andy’s arms might be pulled right out of his shoulders.  It hurt, it really hurt, and Andy was ashamed to hear little whimpering sounds escaping from his gagged mouth.
            “I'm going to leave you alone again for awhile.  If you can show me that you can endure the pain; then I will move you up to the next level,” Vic told him.
            Andy moaned softly and shook his head weakly from side to side.  He didn't want to go to any more levels.  He wanted to go home.
            But then Vic suddenly smiled and petted Andy’s sweat-dampened hair in a real friendly way.  “Don’t worry; the next level is a lot more fun than this.  That’s where I teach you how to play with toys.”
            Then Vic went out and closed the door.
            “Toys…?  What kind of toys?” Andy wondered.  He didn't understand any of this.
       

Hung Over

32 photos; 4:47 video

Model:  Leo Photography by Caitiff

The Long XXXX

30 photos; 5:45 video

Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/18/2009

You Quack Me Up by Soft Touch

35 photos

  "You quack me up."   "What'd you say, Uncle Bob?"   "Oh, nothing Jesse. Finish your coffee. I want to be on the road before the morning traffic starts."   My Uncle Bob sure was a queer duck. Most of the time we didn't agree on anything, and some of the time I didn't think he liked me very much. I spent all of my spare time working for our local conservation club. My Uncle Bob spent all of his spare time working on his XXXX rack and his decoy ducks. So why was he being so nice to me now?   I was trying to figure that out when I noticed that the room was getting kind of dark. Then the coffee cup kind of slipped right out of my hand. Next thing I knew my head was lying down in a pool of warm coffee, and then everything went really black.    At first, I thought I must've somehow fallen back to XXXX again because I woke up sitting in the back of Uncle Bob's pick up truck and I couldn't remember how I got here. I wanted to ride up front with my Uncle Bob, but when I tried to move, I discovered that I had these ropes all over me. I was tied up! And then I saw my Uncle Bob's smiling face looking down at me while he checked to make sure that all of the ropes were knotted good and tight.   "Mmhat mar mou gooing goo me?" I couldn't talk. There was some kind of sticky tape plastered all over my mouth.   "Sorry, I don't speak duct ­ duct tape, that is." Uncle Bob laughed at me.   Then he patted me on top of my cap and took the sunglasses off of my eyes.    "You won't need these rose-colored glasses any more. I'm going to show you the world the way it really is, Jesse-boy."   "Mmwhat? Mmo! Met me gho!" I tried yelling at him, but I couldn't get my lips to move with all of that sticky tape stuck all over my mouth.   "Sorry Jesse-boy. Your lips are camouflaged so I can't see what you're saying."   That made me a little mad and I started pulling and twisting at the ropes that were all around my wrists and my ankles and my knees, but the knots were really tight and I couldn't get loose. Then Uncle Bob grabbed me by my feet and pulled on them until I was lying down more or less flat and out of sight on the hard truck bed.    "Now you be a good boy, Jesse, and lay quiet. I'm going to take you out into the woods so that you can meet some of your friends." Uncle Bob laughed and laughed as he climbed into the cab and started up the truck. Then the truck started moving and we were off to I don't know where.   I didn't want to go, but the inside of my head was still pretty fuzzy, and I was feeling weak all over, and those ropes were tied so that I could hardly move anything at all. So I did my best to get comfortable on that hard bed and started watching all of the nice clouds racing by up above me. I think I must've dozed off again because when the pick up bounced to a stop again we were somewhere out in the deep woods.        Uncle Bob dropped the tail gate. Then he grabbed me by my feet and dragged me over until I was sitting on the tail gate with my tied feet hanging down over the side.   "Mmhere mar me?" I worried my lips against the tight layers of tape that kept on pinching them tightly together.        I looked around and all I could see was lots of trees everywhere. I had been out in the woods before, but I didn't recognize this place at all. And I was a little bit scared, not knowing where I was, or what was going to happen to me. Then Uncle Bob wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and squeezed me just hard enough to let me know that he could squeeze a whole lot harder.   "Now listen, Jesse-boy. I'm going to untie your feet and then we're going to take a little walk. You give me any trouble and I'm going to tie your feet again so that you'll have to crawl all of the way like the little snake that you are!"   "Mmghes ghir," I mumbled into my tape plaster. I had never seen my Uncle Bob so angry before and it kind of scared me not knowing what he was capable of.        Then Uncle Bob put his big arm around my shoulders and started shoving me along down this narrow trail through the woods. I couldn't move very fast because my knees were still tied together and my hands were tied down to my knees. So all I could do was to take these little baby steps with my feet which made the rest of me waddle like a fat duck. Then the dark woods were all closing in all around me and, the further we got away from the truck, the more scared I was getting.   "This is far enough," Uncle Bob said finally. Then he grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed my back up against this big tree. Then he took another coil of rope and began wrapping it all around my arms and my chest and that big tree, tighter and tighter until I could feel the rough bark of that tree digging into my back through my favorite shirt. Then he tied my feet tightly together again.    "There, that ought to hold you, Jesse-boy. Now you can spend some time with all of your little animal friends. Pretty soon all of the nice ducks and bears and rattlesnakes will all be coming by to say hello to you. Oh, and Andy Fox said that he saw a pack of wolves out here recently. You be sure to say hello to all of them for me."   "Mmhat? Mgho! Mmou man't goo ghis goo mmee!" I screamed.   But Uncle Bob just laughed and waved good-bye. "I'll be back some time tonight or maybe tomorrow to see what's left of you and your know-it-all mouth after they've had their little visit."    "Mmho! Mmease, Mmoncle Mob! Mmon't meave mee!"   But my Uncle Bob didn't even look back. He just kept on walking back up the trail to his truck.   Everything got really quiet.   And then I could hear them! All kinds of little chirps and chitters and whirrs and the rustle of unseen things all moving through the grass and the trees ­ all coming toward me ­ coming closer and closer. I struggled and strained against all of the tight ropes that were tied all around me, and I tried screaming for help past all the layers of camouflaged tape that were sealing my mouth shut, but it was no use.     And now all that I could think of was, after all of the nice things I had tried to do for all of my animal friends, now I was going to be their ­ lunch!   Well, Not Quite.
  Jesse played by Rod   Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/25/2002

Bare Ass

32 photos; 4:12 video

Model : Nick
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/26/2007

The Spy Who Tied Me

27 photos; 4:42 video

   James awoke fitfully. As before he couldn't’ move his hands. They were still tied behind his back. But he wasn’t sitting in a chair. Instead he could feel cloth under his face. He was lying on a mattress.
Still groggy, James tried to get up. His feet were still free. But James wasn’t just still tied up. He was still being guarded as well.      James felt his feet grabbed by the Cuban and tied together roughly. Then with his legs bent and XXXX back, James was hog tied.
“Ahh. so he is awake, is he?”, James could hear someone say.
Looking up, James saw it was Marcus Rimmer, the alleged head of the smuggling ring James had been sent to investigate.
“So this is the best Canada has to offer? What a joke.”   “Mmmmm!”, was al james could say through the tape gag. The Cuban responded by grabbing James’ head and tightening the ropes around his hands.
“Take off his shoes. He has a tracking device in one of them.”
How did h know that?
The Cuban took James’ shoes.
  “Get comfortable, Mr. Bind. You will be our guest for quite a while.”, Marcus Rimmer laughed as he left James to the Cuban’s tender mercies.
James could only twist in his ropes as the Cuban and his men brought out a large box.
“Ok, first we box this gringo up. Then we ship him to the headquarters.”      

The Bunny Hops Back by Soft Touch

30 photos

Cont'd from Part 1

Two weeks went by before I trusted myself enough to go back to the scene of my mugging. Back then I was really surprised and I only wanted to be reasonable, which is the way I am most of the time. But then I became angry, really angry at the way that mugger had humiliated me. And it had taken me this long to calm down enough to really enjoy my revenge.
           There he was standing on the footbridge with a stupid smirk on his face, just waiting for his next willing victim to come along. Well the Bunny was back!
           “Hey, I know you,” he sneered at me. “You bring me some more money?”
           “Back off, Jumbo! I've got nothing but trouble for you!”
           The big guy gave me a toothy grin and grabbed the front of my shirt. “You going to give me trouble?”
           And then it happened. Four years in the Marines, four very long years of day after long day learning just three big things over and over again – Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!
           Before the mugger had the first clue about what was happening to him his body sailed through the air and landed hard on the footbridge. Then he was laying there with his face full of pain and his eyes full of confusion while his brain tried to figure out why he was lying down on the ground with my foot on his chest.
           “I told you the last time I didn't want any trouble, but you didn't listen,” I told him. “Now you're going to learn that turnabout is fair play.”
           For a moment I almost felt sorry for him. I could see that he was confused and afraid. Things like this didn't happen to him. But then the moment passed and I decided to use his fear and confusion to my advantage. I grabbed some rope out of my pack and quickly wrapped up his big paws and arms behind his back. And then I smiled.
           Last week I found this old bandanna way down in the bottom of my laundry bin. It had been lying in there for so long I couldn't remember the last time I had used it to clean my car. Normally when I find something that is that old and that dirty, I just throw it away. But instead I had saved this bandanna special just for this guy.
           He winced when I drew it roughly between his teeth, and then he began to make these funny animal-like sounds when he tasted how dirty it was, but I just ignored him.
           “Have a seat!” I pushed him down onto the bridge.
           Then he started shaking his head and making all kinds of pleading sounds behind the bandanna. He thought that I was going to call the cops and he didn't like that idea at all, but I just laughed at him. So big, so tough; I just grabbed some more rope and lashed his feet and legs together so that he couldn't go anywhere.
           Then I waved bye-bye. “See you around Big Guy!”
           He thought I was gone and so he really began to struggle against the tight ropes and the awful tasting gag. But I just went a short way into the trees so that I could have a ring-side seat to watch his misery. It would do him some good to stew awhile. And then I got an even better idea.
           “Did you miss me Big Guy?”
           Surprise, happiness and fear washed over his sweating face in waves.
           “Come on, Big Boy, up on your feet. I've got something really special planned for you.”
           The mugger went along with the idea and let me help him up onto his feet. The whole time his gagged mouth was going like crazy. I think he was trying to beg me to let him go, but it was hard to tell with his mouth full of soggy cloth. Not that I really cared. I'd already decided what I was going to do with Mister Mugger.            I rebound his hands up above his head to that he was hung up on this pipe that was all decorated with caution tape. He didn't mind that too much. But then he saw me take my camera out of my pack.
           “Come on, Mister Mugger, smile nice for the birdie.”
           I do believe that Mister Mugger was camera shy. He made all sorts of strange faces while I snapped away at him, and he made even stranger noises into the rank gag that was dividing his mouth. But I didn't care.              “All right, big Guy, pay attention. This is what is going to happen. Me and my friends use this park every week. If I ever see you in this park or anyplace else ever again – these pictures go right to the police! You got that?”
           After a long moment, Jumbo nodded his head and closed his eyes submissively.
           “Good boy. Now don’t worry, some nice stranger will come along to set you free. They might even get here before the regular police patrol. Have a nice day.  

The Mugger played by Steve
Gordon the Ex-Victim played by Ron
Photography by Caitiff