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Homeward Bound by Kurt

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Todd's head hurt, but that was the least of his problems. As his eyes slowly focused, the first thing he saw was a dank stone wall, and turning his head, a wooden staircase. He slowly realized that he was in the basement of his frat house. Some of the guys stored their bikes and extra stuff down there, even though it was kind of creepy, and once a year the frat held their initiation ceremonies there. Still dazed, Todd's mind spun back a year to his own initiation, and he saw himself lying on the floor, bound and gagged in a jockstrap, alongside 8 other helpless pledges. They had been teased and tormented, blindfolded, painted on, had their cocks and balls exposed and manhandled and the final humiliation was each pledge having to kiss his sponsor's manhood and swear allegiance to the frat. Todd had thought that was real gay at the time, but all in all, he hadn't minded. And being trussed and gagged, he really had had no choice. The scene of his initiation flashed through Todd's head in a second, and he was back in the present. Still a little foggy, he attempted to stand up, and to his amazement found that he was once again tied up. Looking down, he saw his leather jacket and jeans wrapped tightly in silver duct tape. How the hell had this happened. Squinting his eyes, he tried to concentrate. He remembered leaving the Student Union and heading for the parking lot. It was Thanksgiving break, and he was heading home for the family feast. A sudden, throbbing pain at the back of his head quickly reminded him...as he had reached his car, he had been jumped, and a hand had come over his mouth. That's all he could remember....he must have been slugged by someone. "Hey! Somebody!! Let me outta here!!" Todd called, turning his head towards the staircase. "C'mon, somebody cut me loose!!" There was no response, and Todd realized that everyone must be gone home for the holiday. Starting to panic, he began wrenching against the thick duct tape bonds. He couldn't believe how tightly the tape held. There was no give at all. Twisting his wrists only twisted and tightened the tape wrapped around them. "Dammit!! Lemme outta here!" Todd bellowed. He heard the wooden door at the top of the staircase creak open. He saw a pair of legs clad in black jeans descending, then a black long-sleeved T, then a head in a black ski mask. The visitor held an orange bandanna in his hand. Without a word, he approached the chair where Todd sat and wrenched the cloth into his mouth, pulling the ends tightly and knotting them behind his head. "Shut the fuck up, dickwad," the stranger growled as he gagged poor Todd. MMPPHHHFFF!!" grunted Todd, as the cloth filled his mouth. The stranger turned and went back up the staircase. Desperate to escape, Todd realized he had not been bound to the chair, so he slowly got up on his feet and took a few tentative hops. It was very difficult keeping his balance with his ankles and knees bound, but he was determined to get up the staircase. Leaning his right shoulder against the wall for support, he managed to hop up onto the first step. Sighing, he counted...there were eleven more. And if he wasn't careful, he could tip over and break his neck. Gathering his strength, and leaning on the wall, he attempted to hop up onto the second step. Before he could even manage that, the door swung open and the hooded stranger came barreling down on him. He shoved Todd, who tumbled down onto the hard cellar floor with a grunt. "Gotta make this difficult, eh?" he growled and Todd's eyes widened as he saw the stranger held the roll of silver duct tape with which he was bound. Kneeling next to Todd, he stripped off a long piece, and centered it over Todd's gagged mouth. "Hope this doesn't hurt your piercing", he said sarcastically, as he pressed the tape firmly over Todd's gag and continued pulling the strip off the roll. Todd felt his legs folded up and the long strip of tape was wound around his ankles a few times, then pulled up his other side and plastered down over his mouth again. Todd groaned in pain as he felt the effect of the hogtie/gag combo. Any movement of his legs only pressed the tape gag against his pierced lip even harder and the only relief he had was to lie as still as possible. Any attempt at speech was reduced to muffled moans by the tight double gag. ""OK, pal, thanks for the car keys. We'll be leaving now. Nice ride, by the way. Tell your Pop we said Thanks!" Todd moaned in frustration and anger. "Hope you make it home for Turkey Day, kid. You should be able to get yourself out of that tape in 3 or 4 hours. I hear Greyhound has some good fares! Later, dude!" Todd failed to see the humor in the fact that we was trussed up tighter than any Thanksgiving turkey. He began to struggle, and knew it would be a long time before he was homeward bound. The End Todd played by Nick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/26/2007
The Good Neighbour by Fidelis

24 photos

I adjusted my binoculars to make sure I was getting a perfect view – not that I really needed confirmation of what I had long suspected. But it was much better to be safe than to be sorry. I had to be 100 per cent positive before I acted. However… I had caught the bastard in the act! There he was, letting his Great Dane deposit yet another tremendous load of shit on my front lawn. He was casual about it – thinking that no one would be up at this time of night to observe his crime! Well, he had thought wrong. It was time to set my plan into motion. I was going to teach that smug bastard that crime doesn’t pay. I paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the rug as I waited for my guest to arrive. I had everything I needed ready for him – rope, a couple of rags and an enormous bag of dog turds that I had been keeping in my freezer. It had taken me weeks to set this up, and I had been collecting evidence ever since I had assured myself as to the culprit. I had taken some pictures, but the dog doodoo was exhibit number one. The evidence was thawing out; I had been XXXX to spray copious amounts of air freshener in order to conceal the smell, but it wasn’t completely effective. I would be glad to get rid of it. I heard the doorbell ring. Pasting a totally false welcoming smile on my face, I greeted my guest. "Hey, dude. Nice of you to ask me over for a brewski. Gee, it looks like I’m the first one here. Hope that I’m not early." "No, no" I said through gritted teeth. "You’re not early. Here, let me take your jacket." He shrugged off his leather jacket and I made my move. Instead of taking the jacket, I hooked one foot around his ankle and he went flying. The house shook as his muscular body slammed into the floor. I was on him in a flash, as he lay there, momentarily stunned. Before he had time to gather his wits, I grabbed his hands and dragged his arms behind his back. I snatched up a length of rope that I had left lying on the hall table, and started wrapping it around his wrists. I wasn’t taking any chances with him, so I used lots of rope. He was starting to struggle by the time I had finished binding his wrists– I felt like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. "What the fuck are you doing? Let me go, you fucking pervert!" I grabbed a hank of his dark hair, and pulled his head back. "Open wide, asshole!" "What are…MMMPHHHHHH!" I shoved a wadded-up rag into his mouth, making sure that it was pushed deep into his throat. I didn’t want his cries to alarm our neighbours, the very people that he had been expecting to meet. I take a second strip of cloth, and tied it tightly over his mouth. He wasn’t going to be spitting out the stuffing anytime soon. I rose to my feet, puffing somewhat winded from my exertions. I pulled on his hair, dragging him to his knees. "GGWHATMMFUCKMMJUMTHINKMMDOING? GLETMMEGOMNOW!" "You’re not going anywhere, dickhead. I’m going to teach you that you must respect other peoples’ property and rights! You are going to learn to be a good neighbour." "MMWHATMMTALKINGMBOUT? LEMMMEEGOOOO!" He tried to stagger to his feet, evidently attempting to escape. I wasn’t having any of that. One good shove and he was flat on his butt. It took me only a moment to tie his feet together. I laughed as he tried to kick out at me. He was helpless, and completely at my mercy. "I’ll show you what I’m talking about, asshole. Don’t you move, or you’ll be sorry." I trotted off to gather up the evidence, which I had stashed in the laundry room. Gad, but it stank. Thank God I had doublebagged it – otherwise I would have left a trail of dog shit through the house. As I returned to the living room, I could hear him grunting and puffing through his gag. I paused in the doorway to watch him. He was squirming around on the floor, struggling against the ropes, attempting to free himself. I tsked in disapproval. I had warned him about the consequences if he moved. Apparently my new neighbour wasn’t too bright. It might take a LONG time to teach him how to be a good neighbour. "GGWHATMMDOING? GGNNOOOO! MMPLEASEMMMNOOOO!" I stood up, somewhat disheveled, and surveyed my guest. It had been rather amusing wrestling with him on the floor, as he attempted to evade me and my rope. He certainly was well-built! I had to adjust my trousers as I looked down on him, hog-tied and defenseless. Hmm, this lesson in neighbourliness was taking on an entirely new dimension. "You want to know what is going on? THIS is what is going on! " I thrust the huge bag of stinking dog XXXX into his face. He recoiled in XXXX. I had to admit that I was feeling a trifle queasy myself. I had been perhaps a little overzealous in collecting evidence; I hadn’t realized that I had accumulated quite so much excrement. Scooping up one pile of crap at a time had been bad enough – having this large bag of thawing, stinking turds was almost unbearable. "I’ve been watching you for weeks, letting that stupid dog of yours shit all over my lawn. You didn’t really think that you would get away with it, did you? I should make you eat it all!" "MMMNNOOO! GGMURMMCRAZY!!! GGMTHEMMFUCKMAWAYFROMME!" He went berserk, rolling around on the floor, screaming into his gag, desperately trying to free himself. I smirked as I watched him. Of course I wouldn’t make him eat the dog shit – that would have been horribly messy, as well as unsanitary and unhealthy. I was far too fastidious for that kind of thing. However, I thought that it had been an excellent threat. It seemed to have scared him. I found myself becoming quite excited as he thrashed about. He really did have quite a buff body – obviously he spent lots of time at the gym. I tried to readjust my trousers again, but for some reason they refused to be adjusted. It was much easier to take them off and throw them to one side. Ooops, something had popped out of the fly of my boxers. My hapless neighbour caught sight of what was jutting out of my underwear, and he began struggling anew. "OK, asshole. Here’s the bargain. I won’t make you eat this load of dog crap. I’ll give you something else to eat instead. I’ll let you prove to me what a good neighbour you are going to be in the future." The End The Bad Neighbour played by Antonio Photography by Caitiff Date of Producion: 10/10/2005
Big Rig by Caitiff

23 photos; 4:35 video

Lester was late for his next stop. He should never have stayed so long as Big Bertha’s House of Boobies. But he had a handful of dollar bills and they had a buffet. And boobies. Well if he speed along, he should be able to make up for lost time. He just had to watch out for cops and.. DAMN! there was a car broken down in the middle of the road. Normally Lester would have just passed them by but he had no choice but to stop. Why hadn't these idiots pushed the car to the side of highway? Damn inconsiderate. Lester stopped his truck and got out, the motor still running. He ran up to the driver, a hot chick in daisy dukes that barely covered her ass. Well, maybe I’m not that much in a hurry. “Can I ..uhh help you miss?” Lester said. “You sure can!” a male voice said from behind Lester. Lester turned around to see a concealed item aimed at his head. Damn. ..... “Mmmmmmpphh!” Lester did not like being tied up and he certainly did not like the tape around his head, gagging him. The hijackers had taken Lester and his truck to a deserted were house where they had bound and gagged the trucker. Apparently the plan was to go to Lester’s next stop and pick up the merchandise. Worse it was going to be the hot chick who was going to be the driver. Which meant.. “My friend will keeping you company, sugar” “mmmmm!?” Lester did not like the look the male partner was giving him. Damn, Lester was going to be really late. The End Lester played by Dean Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/03/2013

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