Worked Out by Caitiff

30 photos; 4:28 video

 “Mmmmmmm.....”, Danny let out a small moan. The XXXX was already been wearing off. Not it mattered now because the men had accomplished their goal. Danny was securely bound and gagged.
“Mmmm? Mmmpphh!”, Danny’s eyes shot open as he realised his situation. What the hell? Why was he tied up? What did these men want? Wait a minute, wasn’t one of them Mr. Sevaro from the agency?
“Ahh, you’re awake. Good.”, Mr. Sevaro said to his hostage. ”We reviewed your portfolio and decided that you are perfect for our needs. Young, buff and eager. But also with no close relatives, no one to miss you and easily trained.”
What was he talking about, Danny wondered. Franticly he tested the ropes that bound his hands behind his back. But Danny was not the first man they had taken captive. They knew their knots.
“We’ve already found several prospective buyers for you. Just a few weeks of training and we can put you up on the auction block.”
  “Mmmmph!”, Danny vainly protested. He couldn't’ believe it. The agency was really setting him up to be XXXX. And what did Sevaro mean by “training”? Training for what?
Sevaro unknowingly answered this question as he ran his hand over Danny’s chest, down his six pack abs and lingered on his crotch. despite himself, Danny immediately got hard right away. His dick had always had a mind of it’s own and even the slightest touch would get him going.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”, Sevaro said. ”We need ot tie his feet and then we can get to work setting up the cover story so no one knows what happened to him.”
Danny then spent the next hours rolling on the floor, moaning pitifully into his gag. As he rolled around, his shorts slowly inched lower and lover, exposing his muscular butt.
  “Ok time to go.”, Sevaro said as Danny found himself being hog tied. ”We have ot get you into the van. Then mummified and put ina box for shipping. And then your training can begin.”
Sevaro noticed Danny’s exposed ass and smiled. “I’m going to look forward to the training. I think you’ll work out just fine.”

Rico's Bad Day by Ivor Ciccone

20 photos

  by Ivor Ciccone Rico had been making a living out of robbing from folks houses for a couple of months now. He didn't feel guilty about it because he thought, "these people are rich, they won't miss this stuff, whereas I am broke and need it more than they do". Needless to say, he was from a bad "neighborhood". Lots of the criminals of his trailer park preyed upon the rich suburbs a couple of miles down the road, where they had seen house prices plummet as crime increased. Lots had been driven to moving out & selling their beautiful houses, while others were standing guard with XXXXs all night! This didn't deter poor, mad, lonesome Rico, who thought that working outside of the trailer park gangs gave him an edge. Well, his burglary days came to an abrupt end one fateful night, when he stumbled through the wrong window, big time! Jeff and Kevin's' place had all the lights out, it was 2am, they were aXXXX by now, for sure, Rico thought. He had been casing the joint all day, watching the guys loading stuff into their truck. The "for sale" sign meant they must've been in the process of selling up, moving on, but it was a big house and they had far from finished emptying it. Rico went around the back and did his usual trick of "quietly" smashing a window with his jacket wrapped around his fist. He stumbled in and immediately had the lights turned on around him. He looked up to see two buff and beefy muscle guys with their shirts off looking down at him. "Oh, Shit!", exclaimed Rico. "There you go, Kev. Told you we'd get ourselves a boy eventually", Jeff said to his partner, looking down at Rico, smiling. "Cool", said Kev. "Right place, right time, dude," he said to Rico. "We're gonna get you outta that trailer park for good." "Fuck you, fag!", Rico just didn't know when to shut up. "Oh, we got a live one here, Kev! Excellent!", said Jeff. "We better get to work!" Rico struggled admirably as he was grabbed, but the strapping beef cakes were a lot stronger then he was. "You're kinda cute, dude." "What the fuck are you doing?" "You were trespassing on our property, boy, I'd say that makes your ass ours?" "Please, just let me go, I promise never to bother you again." "Ahh hahahahaha! Yea, right!" These guys just LOVED bondage! Rico didn't know that, of course, but these gyts had a plan for thier would be burgler. The offensive anti-gay shit coming out of Rico's' mouth just made it all the more enjoyable. However, Rico struggled so much that Kev had to put him in a XXXX hold. Rico felt everything going black....  Hours later Rico finally regained conscieness. There was something in his mouth which Rico tried to take out but he couldn't move his hands. Rico felt rope binding his wrists and ankles!  "MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFF!" Rico yelled through his gag. "Ok, it's my turn to gag him next time", a pouting Jeff said  After much struggling, the dude relaxed into the ropes, kind of got used to them, he listened intently to what the "fags" said, trying to get some idea of what they were gonna do with him, but Jeff & Kev just got on with their packing as if he weren't even there.  "What the hell are those for?", thought Rico. Jeff was packing the couples bondage equipment. "You're gonna be our little sex slave, boy. We're gonna keep you safe from harm and safe from a life of crime in these very leather cuffs, harnesses, hoods and racks!", said Kev, with a big smile. Rico's' eyes opened wide, now he was scared. A surge of energy came upon him and he struggled and moaned, trying to get free, but, pathetically, however much he moved around he didn't manage to get from the spot on the carpet where they'd laid him!  By 4am the guys had finished all of their packing. "Ok, that's everything," said Jeff. "Not quite", said Kev and motioned his head towards Rico, who's' muffled moans began to get louder. "Oh, God, yea, how we gonna transport that delicate little piece of furniture across the state line?" "I've got an idea."  Next thing Rico knew they were rolling him up in a big old rug. "Awesome! Fuckin' awesome! You'll be nice and comfortable for our long journey now, kid!", said Kev. "As snug as a bug in a rug!", Jeff said and both were laughing, grinning. Then saying, "Ok, time for a fresh gag I think", he turned the cloth into a cleave gag, from over the dudes' mouth to between his teeth. "Mmmm, just love gagging your mouth, dude! Your dirty mouth was made for gagging!", Jeff said, sighing.  "GGGRRRRRRMMMMMMPPPPPFFFF!" Kev was busy securing the bound & gagged guy in the carpet by tying copious amounts of rope tight around their hot "package".  Rico's' face was a picture, he looked bewildered. "Well, you came to the right house tonight, stud!", said Kev. The guys looked at each other, smiling. "We're gonna have some fun with you!" "Don't worry, we'll look after you. You'll be our pet, our boy!"  "Ok, blindfold the dude, Kev. We don't want him knowing where he is once we get to our new home", Kev did just that. "We have a room especially for you there already, boy!" Rico whimpered and strained in the ropes. Looking down on the dude, completely imprisoned, Jeff said, "One less criminal out there, Kev." Smiling, also admiring their captive crook, Kev said, "It'll anbe improvement on the trailer park for him, Jeff."  Rico gave a muffled moan into the cloth in his mouth. The End       Rico played by Nick Photography by Caitiff

Tight End by Caitiff

31 photos; 5:12 video

   Ooooohhhh, Vin’s head was throbbing. What had happened? He remembered getting off football practice where a hot chick came up to him. Certain he was about ot get laid, he went out for a drink. He didn’t even change out of his uniform. Vin should have had more sense then to go drinking and get laid the day before the big game. But Vin wasn’t too bright when he was thinking with his dick.    Only now Vin wasn’t getting laid. He was having a weird dream where he was lying on a futon and for some reason his ass was freezing. Vin could then feel his hands being pulled back behind him. Then he could feel his legs being moved. This was a weird dream, vin had a weird feeling as if he couldn't’ move. He was bound hand and foot.     But it wasn’t a dream. Half awake he had mistaken actually being tied up for a hallucination. As the fog cleared, Vin found he really couldn't’ move his hands or feet. And for some reason he had been stripped down to his jock leaving him bare assed.
“Mmmmuuffuuu?”, Vin tried ot say but a sock was wedged between his teeth. Nothing understandable could get past the gag.
“Good morning sunshine!”, Eddy Tumms, the quarter back for Vin’s rival school’s team said evilly. Surrounding him was the rest of his team and the hot chick who had lured Vin here. “I hope you had fun with my sister last night. Because you are not going to make it to the game, I’m afraid.”
“”Mmmmm!”, Vin protested through his gag. Vin so wanted to kick this guy’s ass, even if he was surrounded buy his friends. But bound hand and foot, all Vin could do was roll and buck around helplessly.
“You might as well get comfortable. You ain't’ getting loose and no one is going to find you. But you are close enough to able to hear our school’s cannon. You know how we fire the thing every time we score. Oh and you might be wondering why we took your pants.”
Yeah, Vin had wondered that. His ass grew red with anger and embarrassment as his nudity was pointed out.
“It’s very simple. If we lose, we will let you go. But if we win, we will celebrate on your ass. Al of us, the whole team!
‘’Mmmmnnnoooo!”, Vin shook his head but he could do nothing as he rolled onto his stomach. His ass was grabbed and man handled and pinched for good luck. Vin was then tightly hog tied and left. His kidnappers knew Vin wouldn’t be getting away.
  But Vin tried anyway. He struggled as the game began. He tried to yell for help through his gag as the first quarter came and went. By half time, Vin realised he wasn’t getting loose. He lay back, resigned to his fate. Al he could hope for was that his team was winning.
But a quick mental count of the cannon fire made it clear Vin’s team were losing. This was confirmed when the cannon was fired multiple times to the cheering of the crowd. Vin’s team had lost. And so Vin’s ass would not pay the price.      

Involuntary Hazing by Caitiff

28 photos; 4:29 video

 

Unlucky Scratch by Sot Touch

23 photos

                PJ and Lennie grabbed Darnell’s legs and Darnell could only watch helplessly while his two friends wrapped more and more of that awful tape tightly around his ankles and his thighs until he couldn't move his legs at all.  Why were they doing this to him?
            “You see,” PJ finally explained.  “Tomorrow you're supposed to go down and collect the cash for that winning ticket, but you ain't going.  Lennie’s going to do that for you.”
            So that was it!  They were going to steal his prize money!  Darnell began to struggle angrily and made all sorts of protests behind his taped-over lips, but they just laughed at him and pushed him back down onto the couch.
            “Don’t be like that Darnell.  Ain’t you forgetting you still owe me money?”
            Yea, Darnell thought.  He owed PJ about two-hundred bucks – not twenty-five grand!
            “Yea, you just better chill for awhile while we raid your food box.”
            “Maybe,” PJ looked at Darnell with hard eyes.  “If you're good, we might feed you, too.  And then maybe, if you're really good, we might let you use the bathroom some time before tomorrow.”
            Darnell groaned as PJ and Lennie laughed at him and wandered into the kitchen.
            Darnell waited until they were out of sight.  Then he very carefully rolled his bound body down off of the couch and onto the hard floor.  He had to get out of here!
            And then Darnell struggled and strained and inched his way across the carpet on the floor.
            One inch, two inches, three inches then Darnell stopped to rest.  His body was hurting all over and his breath was coming hard through his nose.  Then he set off again.
            Another inch, and then another inch, and then he realized that he wasn't really moving anywhere.  After all of that huffing and his body had moved less than three feet.  At that rate it would take him all night to make it to the door.  And then what…?
            Darnell didn't know.  For the moment he was completely beaten.  But he wouldn't be tied up forever.  Sooner or later PJ and Lennie had to let him go.  And then it would be Darnell’s turn.
            So Darnell lay there on the floor drenched in his own sweat and fighting for breath through his nose while he began to plan what he would do to PJ and Lennie when they finally let him go.
            And then Darnell began to smile behind his mouth tape.  He had a plan!      

Capture and Release by Kirk

32 photos; 7:05 video

Eli knew that Roger was carrying a torch for him.  They had dated on and off during senior year..fooled around a bit, made out a little, but nothing too serious.  But then Eli had gone to school upstate, and he and Roger had lost touch.  Eli was enjoying school, and he thought of Roger now and then, but his life was soon pre-occupied.  He was home for spring break, and the first day back he had gotten a text from Roger.

"Meet me at my place tonight..would like to see ya and catch up. Rog."

Eli looked forward to seeing Roger.  He XXXX on the basement door, but there was no answer.  Turning the knob, he stuck his head in.  "Rog...you in here?"

There was a sudden movement, and before he could even react, Roger had jumped Eli and wrapped his arm around his throat
"Gurrggh...what the hell..."

"Welcome home, buddy," Roger said into his ear.  "I've missed you!"

Eli struggled, but Roger had always been stronger than him.  Before he could loosen the arm around his shoulder, Roger had wrapped rope around his wrists and pulled it taut.  In the next few minutes, his wifebeater was gone, and his arms had been stretched out with rope attaching them to the overhead pipe.

"Roger, what the hell...", Eli protested, as the ropes stretching him were tied off.

"You remember how I used to say I'd like to tie you up....don't play dumb," Roger sneered.

"Yeah, I thought you were just kidding...c'mon, let me down, these ropes are tight!"
  "I don't think so.  You went off to school and left me in this hick town.  I've been waiting a long time to get back at you!"

"Get back at me?? What do you...MMMMPPPHHH!!"

 Eli's questions were cut off by three strips of silver duct tape plastered on his mouth.

Roger groped Eli's body and pressed his lips hard against his gagged mouth.

"Ummmm......you look hot, buddy!" Roger cooed into Eli's ear as he unbuttoned his jeans.

  Eli, though surprised, had to admit that is was hot being dominated like this.  Feeling Roger's sexy chest pressed hard against his back, while his arms stroked and hugged him was turning him on big time.

His jeans dropped to the floor, and Roger's hands were soon gently massaging his shaft. Eli laid his head back against Roger's shoulder.  He felt Roger's hand brushing his ass and realized that Roger was unbuttoning his own jeans. 

"Mmmmmmppppffffff", Eli moaned as he felt his buddy's hot meat lay on his butt crack.  Roger moved his hips gently, and the subtle movement of his hard shaft on Eli's cleft began to drive him crazy.

 Eli realized this was going to be a reunion to remember.

Eli played by Eli
Roger played by Simon
Photography by Caitiff

First Time Hog Tied

25 photos; 4:14 video

Model: Bill
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/02/2019

Embezzlement pt 4: Getting Rid of the Evidence

23 photos; 3:07 video

The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/14/2017

Twin Peaks by JMZ

44 photos; 5:58 video

 

Rancher Lassoed by Anonymous

26 photos

  The little community of Cactus Springs had seen some hard times, but nothing ever like this. Foreclosures on ranches that had been in the same families for generations were mounting. About the same time as these hard times hit, a new company, the Double-Headed Eagle Inc., had set up shop downtown. No one in town or in the surrounding county knew much about the mysterious business or who was behind it. But there was one man who had suspicions that the Double-Headed Eagle Inc. was headed by Nick Romanov, the Real Estate tsar from back east, who had the reputation of buying up dirt cheap farms and ranches on the verge of bankruptcy and then re-developing the land for resorts and golf courses. That man was Bucky Johnson. Bucky’s great-great granddaddy had come out west, settled near Cactus Springs, and raised cattle on a sizeable piece of land. Bucky took great pride in the hard work and sweat of his forebears to make a living from the land, and he was not about to lose the family ranch or see his beloved countryside lost to some hot-shot city slicker like Nick Romanov, who only wanted to make millions.
Bucky was well known to the other ranchers around Cactus Springs. He had been the star quarterback in high school and had gone on to become a sports legend at Windsor State University. He could have had a great pro career, but Bucky majored in agronomics and wanted nothing more than go back to work his family’s land. Growing up on the range and playing football in school had honed his body to withstand the rigors of ranching. He cut an imposing figure around Cactus Springs, winning the admiration of his neighbors, some of whom, including a few fellow ranchers, would have loved a roll in the hay with him. Armed with his degree in agronomics, his strength, and large XXXX of gumption, Bucky knew he could continue building up what his great-great granddaddy had beXXXX. When the foreclosures started and his suspicions grew about Nick Romanov being behind them, Bucky had rallied the remaining ranchers to meet this new challenge. “If we help each other out like our daddies did and their daddies before them,” Bucky told them, “then we can keep our land and stand up to people like Nick Romanov.” So, Bucky and the others worked hard on their own spreads of land and then worked just as hard helping their neighbors. And Bucky also obtained documents that proved Nick Romanov was behind the foreclosures. Bucky intended to present them to his neighbors at the next town meeting and thwart Romanov. Bucky had been a hero on the playing field, but he was becoming a new type of hero to the people of Cactus Springs.
Nick Romanov was not about to have some young fellow like Bucky Johnson stand in his way of making a fortune. Nick had encountered local opposition before, and he knew that if he bought off the leader of the opposition to him, the opposition fizzled. But this young buck couldn’t be bought off. “For Chrissakes,” Nick stormed, “this yahoo gave up a Pro Career to go back to the farm.” Thanks to the man in Nick Romanov’s pay at the local bank in Cactus Springs, Nick knew that Bucky Johnson had been snooping around and had gotten hold of documents that Nick wanted to be kept secret until he had bought up the land around Cactus Springs. This Johnson kid stood in his way. Nick decided that Bucky Johnson had to be discredited in the eyes of his fellow ranchers. And Nick devised a plan to discredit Bucky, but Bucky would have to disappear for the foreseeable future to make it work.     Nights on the ranch were quiet, except for the occasional sounds of the cattle lowing in the distance or at times a grey wolf howling. So Bucky was easily roused from XXXX by the creaking of the hardwood floors in the front parlor. Having time only to put his britches on and don his Stetson, he leapt downstairs and switched on the lights. Greeting him were two masked men.  Bucky demanded, “Who are you and what do you want?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. For now, if you would put your hands together in front of you,” the taller of the two men replied.
Even with his remarkable strength, Bucky realized that he didn’t stand a chance against bullets, so he complied. One of the two men, the short one, approached him with a length of rope and began to wrap it around Bucky’s wrists. Once that was done, the other man walked out of the room towards the den that Bucky used as an office. “I don’t keep much cash in the house, if that’s what you’re after!” Bucky yelled after him.
“Never mind what he’s after, just raise your arms a bit.”
Bucky did as he was told, figuring that they’d be out of there quicker without anyone getting hurt if he cooperated. The short man rolled several more coils of rope around Bucky’s forearms and just above his elbows. After that he wound the rope around Bucky’s torso, effectively pinning his upper arms to his sides.
As he tied Bucky up, the short man spoke softly to Bucky. “You’re one good looking cowpoke.”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell do you want, mister?”
“If I have my way, you’ll soon be screaming like a stuffed pig! Turn around and let me see that ass of yours.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Bucky exclaimed in surprise, “ You can’t…mmpphh!”
“That’s enough out of you. Here chew on this.” Bucky’s words were cut off, as the man stuffed a white neckerchief between Bucky’s teeth and tied it off behind his head. “I want to admire you without any words of interruption.” With that the man spun Bucky round and let out a soft whistle.
“Yessiree…you do have quite a pert little butt on you. Would love to tap that keg!’
 “Ah…Jeez! Can’t I leave you alone for a minute? The Boss said not to damage him,” said the taller of the two as he walked back into the front parlor.
Bucky looked upward and said a silent prayer of thanks, but he noticed that the man carried several papers from Bucky’s office with him. He recognized them as the papers he obtained tying Nick Romanov to the foreclosures. He began to suspect that this was no mere robbery!
The taller man ordered his accomplice, “Finish tying him up!” The short guy did so, lashing Bucky’s ankles together. He ended by pushing Bucky down to the floor.
“Whmmatpphh dmmothh yoph wanmmpphh?” Bucky tried to say through the gag.
“I’m afraid we can’t understand you, Johnson, but I’m sure you’re wondering what my colleague and I want from you. We’ve been hired to keep you company for a while. Our employer wants to make sure that you’re kept under wraps until he can secure a few deals from your neighbors.”      “Mmmpphhyoth mmppwonpphh gethpphhh awmmppayth mmpphhwithh thissmmpphh,” Bucky attempted to say.
“I imagine you just said that we won’t get away with this. Well, I’m sorry, but we plan to. Our employer knows that you got a hold of some documents he doesn’t want released just yet. I’ve just replaced them with other documents that show you stand to gain a fortune from the foreclosures of your neighbors’ ranches. We are going to take you with us tonight. When you don’t show up for the town meeting tomorrow night, your neighbors will come looking for you. They’ll find those new documents on your desk. Your good neighbors will see you as a fraud. And our employer will be viewed in a more credible light. Even after we release you, no one is going to believe anything you say!”
 “Yothmmpphh dirmmpphhtyth basthtardssth!!” was all Bucky could scream in frustration.
“Oh! Well, we may be dirty bastards, but you’ll be a dirtier one to your neighbors,” The tall man replied. Turning to his accomplice and tossing more rope at him he added, “Tie his arms to his ankles, while I finish planting the rest of the documents. And try not to waste any more time feeling him up. They’ll be plenty of time to play with our guest, once we have him stashed…away from this place.”
The short man did as he was told, but couldn’t resist copping another feel of Bucky’s muscular glutes. “Cowboy, we’re going to have some fun later on!”
Bucky fought against the ropes and tried to scoot away from the prying hands, but it was futile. The goon knew how to lasso and rope. The short man, once he was done, left Bucky alone in the parlor. Bucky knew that he had to get lose before the men came back. He grunted into his gag, as he desperately tried to free himself. Bucky had to act fast. He started to squirm and drag himself towards the side table where he kept a bowie knife. If only he could get it, cut himself loose, hightail it out of there, and undermine those plans! “Damn,” he thought, “Here I am hogtied like a prize steer! That sonofabitch Romanov can’t get away with this!” Bucky drew himself closer to the table…
Will Bucky reach the table before the henchmen return?
Will Bucky be able to free himself?
Can he save Cactus Springs from the evil plans of Nick Romanov?
Or will he become the plaything of the short man?       The End?    

Under My Control by Jase1010

25 photos; 4:52 video

 

Playing the Game

30 photos; 6:01 video

BoundGuy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy

Date of production: 04/26/2019

The Grovery Bagger by John

26 photos

Now I normally do my grocery shopping at the store down the street from my house, but today I was across town and needed just a few things and knew that if I didn’t get them now I would forget on my way home.  So as I was driving I saw a Shop-N-Save and pulled in.  I needed to get some shaving cream, razors, and batteries.  I needed to do some “manscaping” tonight as I had a date tomorrow and don’t ask what the batteries were for.  I grabbed the items and then headed to the checkout line.  That’s where I saw him.
 
This cute and adorable guy, about 5’7”, brown curly hair, and eyes to die for.  His nametag said “Hi my name is Craig”.  Damn nice to look at you Craig, I thought to myself.
 
“Paper or plastic?” Craig asked me.  I looked at him and said, “Plastic thanks.”  I grabbed my items from his hand and started to walk out the door.  I stopped and turned around, looked at Craig one more time, then I started to walk back over to him, I pulled out my business cards and gave him one.  “I’m a model search guy and do photography.  Give me a call if you want to do some work.  I think you could totally make it in the field.”  It took a lot of courage to say that to him, because it wasn’t “totally” the truth, but wasn’t a lie either.
 
I waited a few days, and then finally Craig called me.  “Hello?  This is Craig, the guy that you met from Shop-N-Save.  I have been thinking about getting into the modeling industry, do you really think I have the looks?”
“Hey Craig, yea, from what I saw at the grocery store you looked very good.  Now I realize that you were in your uniform, but I’m sure you look good out of it too.” I told him. 
 
I arranged for Craig to come over to my house the following evening when he got off work.  I told him to bring some “preppy” clothes and we would do some sample photo shoots, a very informal thing.
 
Craig arrived at my place on-time and ready to go, unlike a lot of my other models.  I sat him down and explained the business side of things, had him sign all the releases and what not, then I told him:  “Well I just got a request from one of my magazine editors that he needs a set of pictures for a magazine right away, and the problem is I don’t have the kind he wants yet.”  “What’s the magazine” Craig asked.  “Boys in Bondage” I told him.  Craig’s eyes opened up a little wider.  By the look on his face I could tell that he didn’t know quite what to think.  “Would you be willing to let me for-go the typical “practice shoot” and just take pics of you tied up in some bondage?”  Craig thought about this for a little bit and decided that it would be ok.  Besides, he was getting paid and he was starting out in the modeling world…or so he thought.  Below are the results of mine and Craig’s “photo shoot”

Clean Sweep

23 photos; 3:28 video

Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2019

Wearing Him Down

20 photos; 5:21 video

Model: David
Phootgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/31/2019

Embezzlement pt 3: Exposed!

20 photos; 5:41 video

The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/14/2017

The Pledge by Kurt

22 photos; 4:41 video

  "OK, pledge...STRIP!!"

Simon swallowed hard as the pledgemaster glared at him.  He wanted to be accepted into the fraternity, and he knew that there would be some weird hazing rituals involved, but he had no idea what they would be.  He was in the middle of a circle of frat brothers, and the idea of stripping in front of the leering seniors made him blush from head to toe.  The basement of the frat house was cold and damp, but Simon slowly did as he was told until he was shivering in his CK boxer briefs.

"All the way, asshole,"  the pledgemaster barked.  "And put this on!"

He held out a skimpy jockstrap with a bright red pouch.  Simon slipped the sexy garment on, adjusting his package to fit into the tiny pouch, accompanied  by the snickers of the frat boys.  As he bent down to pull the straps up his legs, his exposed ass received a  stinging slap from an anonymous hand behind him.   "HEY!" Simon protested weakly, and immediately he was gagged with a red bandanna that matched the now-bulging red pouch he wore.

"Mrrffffff!" Simon grunted, as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth.

He was pushed and prodded, and his arms were twisted behind his back.  His wrists were quickly tied with white rope, and he was thrown down onto a rickety old wooden chair.
More rope was quickly tied around his upper arms and chest, and his legs were stretched back and tied to the rear chair legs.

"Here's the deal," the pledgemaster said, smirking.  "You get one half-hour to get out of the ropes.  You have to struggle the whole time or it doesn't count.  If you DO get loose, you don't make the cut.  If you struggle with your full strength the whole half-hour and still DON'T get loose, you pass!"

Simon winced as the pledgemaster used a marker to write "PLEDGE 1" on his chest.  As the frat brothers left the basement, each one gave Simon's exposed package a stroke through the thong-pouch.  By the time the last member left, poor Simon was as hard as a brick.  He started struggling as he'd been instructed, and the ropes held.  He thought maybe he could work the gag out of his mouth using his tongue, but then he thought that would be held against him, so he left it in place.  He was even afraid to make too much noise while he struggled in the ropes, so he kept his gagged moans to a minimum.

It seemed like hours before the frats returned. 

"Good job, buddy! You're still tied up tight, just the way we like our pledges!  You pass!"

Simon smiled beneath his gag. "An ah et uty ow?" he grunted, the rough translation being "Can I get untied now?"

"You pass Phase One!" the pledgemaster said, grinning evilly.  "There are TEN phases to the first round of initiation....and you will be kept bound and gagged through them all. Now, are you ready for Phase Two?"

Simon moaned in defeat and nodded meekly.    

The Debt by Caitiff

35 photos

  Mark was in trouble. He had always had an unlucky streak but he had been so sure that this time would be different. Unfortunately for Mark, it wasn't.   Donny the Breaker, the local bookie told Mark that he owed at least twenty grand and he meant to collect. problem was, Donny knew full well that Mark didn't have that kind of money. But at the same time, Donny couldn't let Mark slide. He had to be made an example of. Donny wanted his money but a leg breaking wouldn't get it. Then a contact of his made an offer.    "All right kid, this is what you are going to do. Do everything you are told and you can consider the debt paid in full. Don't, and we take it out of your hide. Got it?"   Mark didn't have much choice and agreed. So he soon found himself in a hotel room standing bare ass naked, surrounded by Donny's goons. Mark didn't know exactly what was going to happen but what little he could gather was that he was being "hooked out" to some guy and the guy was kinky. Mark wasn't sure he liked the idea of some perv fondle his privates, but he hated the idea of having his privates cut off even more. Mark figured he could put up with one dirty old man for one night.   What Mark didn't know was the hoods that stood guard over Mark had different orders. This wasn't just simple prostitution. They were supposed to get this guy ready under very specific instructions.    Mark was ordered to turn around and put his hands behind his back. He did so and soon found his hands bound securely with tape. Mark wasn't sure he wanted to be bound but again, what choice did he have? But the hoods didn't stop at his hands. They then went to his feet and started wrapping them first in Saran wrap, then in tape. Soon Mark's legs were wrapped up tightly in tape like a mummy up to his groin.   "Keep the ass and dick exposed. 'One goon said to the other, " We got orders."   Mark's crotch and ass were left bare but his upper body was not and soon it too was mummified tightly in tape. Mark was getting hot and uncomfortable and increasingly unwilling to continue. How the hell was he supposed to have sex with anyone while wrapped up in tape?    "Ok, Uhh guys, sorry. I've changed my mind. I want out. I'll find the money some other..mmmpph!" A thick piece of tape wrapped around his head cut off Mark's words.   "You don't get it, do you punk? You ain't got any choice anymore. You just sold yourself for good!"   Mark didn't like what the goon was saying. But bound up and gagged, he could do nothing as he was placed on the bed except roll a little from side to side and make pathetic grunting noises.   Just then Donny the Breaker and another man who Mark didn't know came in. The strange man looked over Mark, the way someone might look over a piece of meat. Then, the man began feeling mark up, especially rubbing his dick and balls. Despite himself, Mark began to get hard. It's was embarrassing as hell to get aroused while bound, gagged and surrounded by a lot of other guys. But Mark's dick had a mind of it's own.      "He's definitely responsive." The man said," and he seems to have a tight body, just like you said. Not too muscular but firm. Let's check his ass out."   Mark was flipped over and his butt cheeks pinched and squeezed by the strange man. Mark was both mortified and confused. Was this guy going to have sex with him right now in front of everybody?!   "Ahh, excellent. A great ass, just like you said. And where's he going, that's important!"    Where I'm going?, Mark thought. hat was going on.   "Yes, the man continued," He young enough to still be trainable and the horny but submissive ones are always easy to train anyway. I'll give you thirty thousand for him."   "That would be fine." Donny said then turned to his goods," Cover his eyes for the trip. He don't need to see where's going."      Mark's eyes were covered with more tape.   "I can send you the money and then transport this young man to the ranch where he can meet the others. Pleasure doing business with you." the Man said before mark heard him walk away.   "Mmmpphha mmmm!" Mark grunted desperately through the tape gag as he struggled to loosen the tape that bound him. The tape held, however.      "Relax kid. It's done. "Mark heard Donny say." What, did you think somebody would pay twenty thousand for a one night stand with you? Sorry, but you're going to be a rich guy's bondage buddy for a good long while. Enjoy it. You ain't got a choice."   Oh Shit, Mark thought as he rolled from side to side in a vain effort to free himself. But he soon realized that Donny the Breaker was right. There was nothing he could do to stop being sold into slavery.   At least he would be debt free.   The End?   Mark played by Drew   Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/04/2002

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Model: Jacob
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The Purloined Letter pt 2 By Fidelis

38 photos

"MMMMPHHHNNOOOOOGGMJEFF!" I was getting tired of listening to the librarian squeal like a stuck pig. If I had the time, I would give him something to squeal about – having a fondness for beefy blondes, I wouldn’t mind having some fun with him. At the moment, though, I had more important things on my mind. I wanted those documents, and I wanted them badly. I loved amateurs – this idiot thought he was so clever, but he hadn’t covered his trail. Once I knew what he was offering for sale, it didn’t take me any time to find out who he was, where he worked and what he was doing. It had only taken a couple of drinks to get his dimwitted partner to blab. Now that I thought about it, it did sound as if he was trying to say Jeff. Hmmm, perhaps we were going to have company. I took a break from turning over the librarian’s pathetic hovel. I wanted to catch the dimwit security guard from the library as he walked in. "Hands up, asshole. Yeah, you! Who else do you think I would be talking to? Get over there by the blonde. And don’t say a word!" Once he had managed to get his jaw up from the floor, the dimwit moved over to stand by the librarian. Sheesh, I wouldn’t want him guarding anything that I valued. It was shocking the way that these university libraries cut corners. They were just asking to be robbed if they couldn’t hire good professional help to protect their treasures.. "That’s right, get down by your hunky blonde friend. Hands behind your back, and don’t make a noise, or I’ll blow your feeble brains out!" The security guard was as meek as a little lamb. Without a word, without putting up the slightest struggle, he placed his hands behind his back, and allowed me to truss him up. What a wuss! I took my handy role of tape, and XXXX a strip between his teeth before wrapping some more around his head. That would keep the idiot quiet. Now it was time to resume my search. I headed off to the bedroom – I was starting to run out of options here. But I needed the Poe. The things that I had found so far were very nice – I wasn’t going to toss them, they would round out my collection. But the Poe letter - those were the jewels in the crown. "GGMMMMPHHMMPPP!" What the hell were those two up too? I took a peek – one of them had some brains. They were trying to untie each other. That wouldn’t do at all. I would have to put an end to that. "What do you two think you’re up to? You wouldn’t be trying to escape, would you? That would be a VERY bad idea. Very bad, indeed. I can see that I’m going to have to do something about you guys." I almost burst into laughter when I saw the terrified expressions on their faces. The poor saps probably thought that I was going to hurt them. I dragged them upright, and started winding rope around their torsos. I let my hands linger over the blonde beefcake as I bound him to the security guard. It didn’t look as if I was going to have a chance to play with him, not since his friend had turned up. However, I couldn’t resist the opportunity that he offered me. I gave him a few pokes and squeezes. Surprise, surprise! The big boy started to sprout a woody. His cheap suit couldn’t hide the big pole that sprouted in his trousers. Such a waste! However, it was time to get back to business. I could always return at a later date, and have some fun with him. Now where the hell had he put the documents? I had torn this place apart, I had even emptied out the refrigerator, shuddering at the thought that the priceless papers had been stored there. I heaved a sigh of relief – no librarian would do such a terrible thing as to expose fragile documents to such horrid conditions. It looked as if I was going to have to resort to drastic measures. I wasn’t going to leave this place without the Poe letters. "OK, pretty boy, I know you’ve got them. Where are the papers? You know what I’m looking for!" I had a handful of blonde hair in my hand and pulled on it, hard, but the librarian just shot me a poisonous look and shook his head. He mumbled something obscene through his gag. Hmm, this was interesting. It looked as if he had more guts than I had initially credited him with. Now, the security guard was another matter altogether. He was quivering like a bowl of jelly. I moved around and crouched down in front of him. "GGGMDONTMMETELLHIMMGGJEFF! MMMDONTTELLHIM!" I noticed the blond stud’s eyes glancing across the room. I couldn’t see anything there but a litter box for the fluffy white cat that had done a disappearing act when I broke into the house. Now, why hadn’t I thought of that before? I upended the box, scattering kitty litter and turds across the floor. A thick packet, wrapped in plastic, fell out. Bingo! With trembling hands I carefully removed the plastic. My heart nearly stopped as I saw what I held in my hands. Tears of joy came to my eyes. I had my treasure. From behind me I heard frantic, muffled screams. I turned around. The librarian was dragging his dim friend along the floor as he inched his way towards me. I laughed as I walked over to the bound duo. Kneeling down on the floor, I patted him on the cheek. "Don’t worry, big boy. You haven’t seen the last of me. Who knows, you might get something out of this, after all." THE END The Businessman played by Jimbo The Guard played by Rod Photography by Caitiff

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Model: DJ   Photography by Sammy