Sexy Smackdown by Kurt

23 photos; 2:46 video

Glen glared defiantly at the two men who had taken him. His hands were lashed behind his back, and tight rope surrounded his broad chest, biting into his meaty pecs. A thick cloth gag was tied into his mouth, silencing him. Just an hour before, he had been warming up in the locker room at Peppermill State for his match in the Intercollegiate Greco-Roman Semi-Finals. He was heavily favored to win, and a victory would assure Peppermill's team a top seeding in the Finals next week. His teammate Greg Fitzpatrick had stuck his head into the locker room and said: "Glen, one of the TV guys told me Coach wants to see you in his office, pronto!" "Thanks, Greg, I'll be right there," he'd replied. Glen pulled up the straps of his spandex singlet, and headed down the corridor to Coach Petersen's office. He had assumed Coach was out on the gym floor, since the competition had already beXXXX. As he stepped through Coach's office door, a hand clapped over his mouth and a muscular arm circled his throat. "Mmmpphhh!!", Glen grunted, but before he even had a chance to react, he saw Coach Petersen sitting in his desk chair, bound and gagged, with a stranger holding a concealed item to his head. "No trouble, boy," a voice gritted into his ear, "or Coach will be managing the team at Big Sky U!" Glen's eyes met the Coach's, and the Coach shook his head slowly up and down, indicating that Glen should do as he was told. The hand was removed from his mouth, and a cloth was stuffed into it and tied behind his head. Glen saw that the Coach was bound to his chair and gagged with wide strips of white athletic tape. Coach Petersen, a handsome, muscular man in his early 40's, looked completely helpless in his bonds and gag with the concealed item pressed against his temple. Glen stood still as his arms were pulled roughly behind his back and his wrists tied tightly with quite a bit of rope. The two men didn't speak as Glen was tied up, and then the one who had tied him dXXXXd a thick white towel over his head, effectively hooding his face. "Take him out," the one holding the concealed item on the Coach said, "and make sure no one sees you! I'll take care of Coach." Glen's blood ran cold as he was led down the corridor by his XXXX. What was going on? Why was he being taken? What would happen to Coach? He cooperated with the thug, afraid that any struggle on his part would endanger the Coach. He was led out a side door, and raising his head slightly beneath the towel, he saw a nondescript, white panel truck parked immediately in front of the door. He was pushed onto the floor of the van, and his ankles were quickly tied. "Nice body, kid," the XXXX said, running his hand over the prominent bulge in Glen's skintight singlet. The van roared off, another masked man behind the wheel. After about 20 minutes, it stopped, and Glen's ankles were untied. "Up and at 'em, stud," the masked man ordered. Glen was led into a dark, rundown house. Summoning up his courage, he mumbled through his gag. "Whaff oing on? Oo ah oo?" He was rewarded by a smack across the face. "Shut the fuck up!" he was told, and pushed roughly to the floor. "Let's check your 'nads for steroid use." Glen was horrified as the thug stuck his hand into the crotch of his singlet and hauled out his cock and balls, sXXXXping the spandex under his ball sac. "MMMPPPHHHHHH!!!" Glen writhed as his manhood was stroked, gently but firmly. "Ummm," the masked man said, "Shaved, eh? I heard you jocks do that." At that moment, the van driver entered the room. "What the fuck? Spike, you frigging perv, leave him alone. You know the orders!" "OK, OK," Spike replied, reluctantly tucking Glen's jewels back into their spandex pouch. The driver tossed some rope at Spike. "Hogtie the fucker, and tighten up that gag. This dump has people next door." Spike followed his orders, quickly re-tying Glen's ankles, and then fastening his ankles to his wrists in a restrictive hogtie. He unknotted the cloth gag, then pulled it into Glen's mouth even tighter than before, and double-knotted it. Glen's well-trained muscles could handle the pain of the hogtie, but the roping rendered him completely helpless, belly-down on the floor. For the first time, he noticed the television in the corner across from where he lay. The local ESPN station was covering the Semi-Finals, and Glen's eyes were riveted to the screen. Suddenly, the camera angle switched from the floor of the gym, and Coach Petersen's handsome face filled the screen. "It's a tough loss for us, Bob," the Coach said into the camera. "Unfortunately, our star heavyweight, Glen Armstrong, was tied up tonight....by a family emergency." The two thugs laughed. "Hey, dat Coach dude has a pretty good sense of humor," Spike said. “Good thing we paid him off." "Yeah," his fellow thug replied, "Looks like you lose this fall, kid!" Greg reacted to the corny pun by groaning into his gag and struggling against the tight ropes, to no avail. "Yeah, SMACKDOWN!" Spike laughed. The End   Greg played by Mark Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/14/2005

Civil Disturbance by Caitiff

27 photos; 2:16 video

“Asshole!” “Cock sucker!” “Fag!” “Breeder wannabe!!” Eddy and Mark had been going at it for hours. Neither remembered what had started the fight. At this point, neither cared. It was all about the argument. Passions flared, voices were raised. And soon ti would happen. Eddy went psycho. A wrestling champ in school, the little guy was a lot stronger then he looked. With barely any effort, Eddy grabbed Mark’s arm and twisted it behind his back. Mark let out a small gasp of surprise and pain. In a flash, Eddy had Mark down on the ground. Mark tried in vain to struggle but he was pinned. While one hand kept an iron like grip on his friend, eddy’s other hand reached out to the laundry shelf where there was some clothesline “conveniently” laying around. In moments Eddy was wrapping the cotton rope around Mark’s wrists. The rope bit into Mark’s arms, tighter and tighter as eddy made the knots. Then it was time to do Mark’s feet. try as he might, Mark could no more stop Eddy from trying his feet then he could his hands. Soon he was bound hand and foot and rolling helplessly on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing , you psycho!?”, Mark yelled out. and that was the last thing he said as Eddy shoved a filthy rag into Mark’s mouth. The gag tasted horrible and Mark tried not to think about where that rag had been before. “What’s wrong, asshole? Nothing to say?”, Eddy taunted. “Mmmmffaa Mmmuuu!” Mark moaned through his gag, his intent clear even if the words were garbled. “Really? Well what do you have to say about this?”, Eddy started tickling Mark’s sensitive feet. Wild laughter mixed with swearing, the sounds made incomprehensible through the gag. Mark’s body twisted and struggled in vain to get away. But eddy knew his knots. All Mark succeeded in doing was to make himself sore. “All right, bee-atch. I got things to do and they don’t include you.”, Eddy said as he tied Mark up into an uncomfortable hog tie. When he was done, Mark could only roll back and forth on the dirty kitchen floor. Eddy made to leave. “Adios loser! Oh and Breeder wannabe? What the hell was that supposed to mean?” “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmfffpphaammmm!”, Mark grunted as Eddy walked out the door. Alone, Mark concentrated on rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. It was both exciting and frustrating that he couldn’t use his hands. But mark wasn’t worried about it. In an hour or two, eddy would come home and help him get off. Even though he would have to do it while tied up and gagged. Just like all the other times he and eddy had “argued” The End   Eddy played by Rod Mark played by Patrick Photography by Caitiff    

Tied and Tired by Caitiff

28 photos; 5:34 video

The day had started of normally for Troy. He got up, had breakfast and a shower and went to his garage. He only had the one car in the shop at the moment and it was almost done. In fact it had been done for some time but Troy needed some cash so he padded the bill a bit. It was no big deal, Troy thought, lots of mechanics do it. Unfortunately the owner was already suspicious of Troy. Seems Troy did not have a good reputation. So when he saw the bill for things he knew had not been wrong, he exploded. “Do you think I’m an idiot? That I know nothing about cars?” Troy knew he had been caught but there was no way he was going to admit it. So he screamed right back, “Yes you are an idiot! “ That didn’t help Troy. What it did do was get him punched in the nose and XXXX right out. When Troy awoke, he was in the corner of his shop. That by itself wasn’t so odd. However Troy was also gagged tightly with a cleave gag. His hands were hand cuffed in front of him. But what was really weird was how a tire had been XXXX over his arms, pinning them down. Not Again , Troy thought. The car owner stood right in front of Troy. Being gagged, Troy couldn’t say much. “Ok asshole. You think you can cheat me? Get up!”, Troy was pulled dot his feet only to fall over again onto the ground. Helpless in his bondage, Troy could only roll around on the filthy oily floor as his captor ransacked Troy’s garage. “Look at this. You’ve been screwing everyone, haven't’ you!”, the man said throwing papers down on the ground. “Mmmmm!”, Troy grunted into his gag, still unable to say anything coherent. So instead he kicked in vain at the owner in anger. That only made his situation worse. Troy was lifted up and XXXX onto a chair where his legs were tied with clothesline. More rope secured Troy to the chair itself. Great, Troy lamented, now I’m tied up even more. Desperately he continued trying to get free. However the hand cuffs weren’t going to break. Troy couldn't’ even move the gag out of his mouth, as tight as it was in his mouth. With the tire firmly wedged over his arms, Troy couldn't’ even take the gag out with his hands. And now he was stuck on the chair. Troy’s captor meanwhile was looking at his bill, then his car and eventually came over to Troy. The guy put his hand in his coat and for a second Troy feared the guy was going to pull out a concealed item. Instead out came a wallet. The man counted out a hundred bucks which he shoved into Troy’s mouth between the cleave gag. “Mmmmmmpphhaaammmm!?” “I calculate that’s what I really owe you.” For good measure, Troy had tape stuck over his mouth, gagging him even further. “Now you can just sit there for a while. Maybe think on what a shitty mechanic you are. Oh and if you try getting back at me, remember I have the proof of what a thieving scum bag you are. I bet a lot of insurance companies would like to know how you’ve been committing fraud all this time!” Troy could say nor do anything as the car owner took his car and left. At least I got paid this time, Troy thought as he sat bound and gagged in his garage. The End   Troy played by Matt Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:08/20/2010

Put In His Place by Gilroy

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It had started out as an average day at Beta Delta House. The pledges were all busy cleaning the house in their jock straps as the Frat guys hung around and watched sports. That is, most of the pledges were cleaning house. Chet, as usual, didn’t feel he had to do it. His daddy had been a Beta Delta as had his grand daddy. He was a shoe in to get in the fraternity. Let the regular riff raff do all the sweaty work. Unfortunately Fred, the Frat member in charge of the pledges had other ideas. He had gotten really sick of Chet’s attitude. That Chet was going to get in was a given. Fred couldn’t buck tradition. However, there were other traditions just as important. “Hey Chet!” Fred yelled as Chet leaned back against the shelf he was supposed to be dusting, “You need to come with me.” “Uh, ok.” Chet said, not sure what was going on. Nor did anyone else know, until the next day... Fred had called all the pledges and Frat members down to the basement. Everybody was present, except for Chet. “God, can’t Chet even come to a simple meeting?", a Frat brother, Jason, asked. “Oh, don’t worry. For once Chet’s exactly where he’s supposed to be, doing exactly what I told him to do..” Fred said coyly. No one really know what he meant until they heard faint moans issuing from an old cabinet in the corner. The handles had been tied together with string, which kept the doors from being opened by the occasional motion of whatever was inside as it moved about. “Gentlemen and lowly, unworthy pledges, I present to you the new improved Chet!” Fred said as he untied the string holding the cabinet doors shut and opened them. Inside sat a bare ass naked Chet with an incredibly pathetic look on his face. Several long lengths of rope bound Chet’s hands and arms tightly behind his back. More rope bound his legs at the thighs, XXXX him into an uncomfortable kneeling position. That wasn’t the only discomfort Chet was experiencing. A piece of rope went from the hanger rack in the cabinet down to Chet’s rather large dick, furthering insuring he didn’t get try to get out of the cabinet no doubt. If Chet had anything to say about his condition, it was cut short by the layers of duct tape that was wrapped around his head and chin. The only sound that escaped his mouth was a pathetic “Mmmphff”. “Let this be an object lesson to any unworthy pledge that thinks he can goof off while his fellow scum do their work! For the rest of the week, Chet is everybody’s toy, to do with as they wish.” Fred proclaimed as he put his hand on Chet’s head for emphasis. Chet could only mmph in weak protest. meanwhile the rest of the Frat stared mesmerized at the tightly bound and gagged young man. Every time Chet moved, the rope around his dick tugged on his member and it was having an effect. No one had had any idea that Chet was so big. Vainly Chet struggled and moaned. he had been like this for hours now, after dealing with Fred’ s initial abuse. His knees ached, his arms were sore, his mouth dry and worst of all, his dick was aching from the involuntary stroking it got from the rope every time he moved. but no matter how pathetically he moaned, no one released him. A few of them were even smiling evilly at him. Fred untied Chet's dick and even gave it a gentle stroke with his hand. But only for a second, just long enough to get Chet even more frustrated. He was then had the pledges lift Chet out of the cabinet and onto a blanket on the floor where the Frat guys commenced abusing his helpless boy with pinches and nipple twists and rubbing his dick just short of letting come as Chet's fellow pledges looked on with glee. The endless abuse made Chet struggle and twist but his bonds were no closer to being loosened then before. Finally the Frat guys seemed to get bored with their abuse and just watched as Chet continued his vain attempts to get loose. “Hey, does this mean we can take him and do what we want with him one on one?”One of the Frat guys asked. “Yep, “ Fred replied. “But first, I think we should give the unworthy pledges a special something..since they were the ones that had to end up doing Chet's work. Get him standing.” Chet’s legs were untied and he was allowed to stand. But this was only so they could walk him over to another portion of the basement where his hands were untied and then retied above his head. Still naked, his dick throbbing and still semi-hard, Chet had never been more embarrassed in his life as he stood there in front of everybody. “All right, rats!” Fred said to the pledges, “He’s all yours for the rest of the day. But no body had better untie him or else you’ll be joining him!” And With that the Frat members all left, leaving Chet alone with the pledges. All of whom had a lot of pay back to give. The End   Chet played by Patrick   Photography by Caitiff

In His Whitey Tighties

25 photos; 6:28 video

Brian jerked awake at the sound of something crashing to the floor downstairs. Sitting up in bed he glanced at the small alarm clock on the nightstand besides his bed and saw that it was 11pm. As he sat wondering what to do, there came another crash from somewhere downstairs, this one less loud. ‘Maybe it’s a raccoon or possum that’s broken into the basement,’ he thought, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. ‘I’d hate to call the police for something stupid as that. I better go check.’ Tossing off his blankets, Brian slid out of bed and made his way to the stairs dressed in nothing but his white briefs, undershirt and socks. Slowly he descended the stairs, feeling more and more apprehensive as he neared the basement door. What if it wasn’t an animal and he was getting robbed? Should he check or just call the police? Pausing on the last step, he flipped the light switch and prepared to bolt if there was someone down there waiting. There wasn’t, just some large storage boxes stacked up around the room. Cautiously he left the safety of the stairs and walked deeper into the basement. There didn’t seem to be anything out of place. What could have caused the noise? Feeling foolish for being spooked, Brian turned to go back upstairs when a rustling sound from his storage closet made him freeze. ‘Run!’ his mind screamed as he turned and moved towards the closed closet door. Slowly, he opened the door just enough to poke his head in and see. At first all he saw was darkness, then there was a flash of green and something black and furry raced out of the room and up the stares. Brian smiled and let out a relieved sigh. It was only his cat, Marbles. “Hey, Marbles. Come back here so silly cammmpf!” His words where cut off as a thick cloth was pressed firmly over his mouth and nose. Startled, he inhaled sharply and smelled a sickly sweet odor from the cloth that made the room spin and the strength melt from his body. Weakly, he tried to pull away from his attacker but a strong arm wrapped itself around his chest from behind, pinning his arms so he couldn’t move. “Just relax, big guy. It’ll all be over soon. That’s right, close those big blue eyes of yours.” “Lemmmnnff.” His strength gone, Brian’s knees buckled and he sagged heavily against his attacker who lowered him to the ground. Fighting to stay conscious though unable to open his eyes or move a muscle, Brian felt himself being dragged backwards then placed carefully on a chair in what had to be in the storage closet. ‘What are you going to do with me?’ was the question he asked in his mind but what came out of his mouth was a low, garbled groan. His answer came in the form of a cloth being pressed to his nose and he knew nothing more. ********** It was pain that broke through Brian’s XXXX-addled mind, dragging him from the comfort of XXXX. His neck hurt, the muscles stiff and for a few minutes he was unable to move it. XXXX his heavy eyelids to open, he found himself gazing up at the wood beams of his storage closet’s ceiling. Grimacing with pain, he straightened his neck and tried to raise his hand to massage it but couldn’t move his arms. Looking down, he saw coils of white rope wrapped around his chest and upper arms, securing them tightly to his side. More rope was wound securely around his knees. Alarmed, he tried to stand up and found his ankles where also bound and that a rope was connected to them and to his tied wrists behind the chair. Ice, tingles of fear spread through him ad his heart began to beat painfully against his chest as he yanked desperately against his restraints. The chair he sat on wobbled and swayed as he struggled but the ropes held him trapped to it. Gasping for air as the ropes around his chest tightened with each struggle, Brian XXXX himself to calm down as he took stock of his situation. He was inside his storage closet, the door closed and a small hanging lamp his only light. Maybe the man who grabbed him took what he wanted and was gone, leaving him tied up as a precaution. Hoping that was the case, Brian took a deep breath and yelled as loud as he could. “Help! Help me! Someone, help!” Suddenly the door opened and a man walked in, dressed in dark clothing. Brian’s eyes widened and his heart dropped into his stomach. This had to be his attacker. “Glad to see you’re finally awake. I was afraid I gave you too much of the rag,” the man said, closing the door. Brian licked his lips and swallowed hard, his mouth dry with fear. “Look, take anything you want. If you’re looking for money it’s upstairs in my sock drawer. Just please, don’t hurt me.” The man smiled and Brian shivered at the hungry look on his face. “Thanks for telling me about the money. You’re one hot guy, especially tied up. Just looking at you gets my juices flowing. Had I known you where here, I would have brought my van. You’re car though should work fine though once I empty out the trunk.” “What do you mean? What are you going to do?” “You said to take anything I want. I’m going to take you.” Blood drain from Brian’s face and he started trashing wildly on the chair, trying to break free of his ropes as the man slowly approached him. “No, don’t! Help! Someone helmmmfff!” A large hand clamped over his mouth, cutting off his cries. Shaking his head, he tried to pull free but the hand held his head still, pressed against the man’s stomach in an iron grip. “Don’t waist your breath. You’re in a closet in a basement. I doubt anybody would hear you even if they where in this house. Face it, you’re mine and I’m going to have some fun with you before we go.” Breathing hard through his nose, Brian moaned as he squirmed helplessly on the chair as his captor stroked his face and slid his hand down his neck and across his chest. What sort of fun? Pressed tightly against the man, Brian could feel something hard poking him in the back and realized what his captor had in mind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his captor holding something large and white. It was a rolled up shirt. “Open your mouth or I’ll break your nose,” the man warned, removing his hand from Brian’s mouth and gripping his nose hard. To afraid to resist, Brian opened his mouth wide and felt the thick rolled up shirt pulled across his mouth and secured tightly behind his head. The gag both filled his mouth and covered it, reducing his moans to muffled grunts. With both hands free, his captor focused on exploring his bound captive’s body. Placing one hand across Brian’s throat, he massaged his Adam’s apple while sliding his other hand across his shoulder and down into his undershirt to toy with his nipples. Protesting, Brian tried to twist free from the offending hands, jerking his body and leaning forward as much as the ropes would allow. “Don’t get yourself too tired, the real fun hasn’t started yet,” his captor warned, pulling him back against the chair and patting his face. “I’m going to go get more rope and then I’ll have a good look at that nice ass of yours.” “Nnnnommm! Hemm nnnemm ooom!” Brian pleaded, shaking his head. Ignoring his pleas, his captor smiled and ruffled his hair before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Alone, Brian began rocking back and forth hard, twisting and tugging at his bound wrists. He had to get free before the guy came back and had his way with him. Biting the thick cloth between his teeth, Brian kicked his legs the best he could, hoping it would break the rope connecting them to his wrists. Pain shot up his arms with each tug and kick as the rope securing his wrists tightened. Refusing to give up, he continued to thrash on the chair, trying to ignore how alone and helpless he was, tied and gagged in a basement storage closet. Breathing hard and fast through his nose, exhausted from his struggles and covered in sweat, Brian mustered what little strength he had left and stretched out his legs as hard as he could while pulling his bound wrist back at the same time. Slowly, the rope connecting the two began to give and with one hard kick, Brian’s wrist and ankles where free of each other. Knowing it was only a matter of minutes before his captor came back, Brian struggled to stand without falling to the ground. His ankles and hands where almost numb from his struggles and with his knees and arms tied securely, he had a hard time standing up without wobbling. After a few failed attempts and almost crashing to his knees, Brian managed to stand up straight and keep his balance. Breathing hard through his nose, his hart racing from fear and adrenaline, Brian looked frantically around him for anything he could use to cut his ropes. There was a worktable in the far corner with some sharp instruments and a few nails sticking out from the wall where he hung things. Maybe if he could get to them he’d be able to somehow cut the ropes binding his arms. Casting a fearful glance over his shoulder at the door, he gave a little hop towards the table and nearly fell over. Regaining his balance, Brian was about to try again when the door opened and his captor entered the room holding a coiled up white rope. “Well, I see you’ve been busy. Can’t wait to get the fun started?” Brian’s eyes widened to the size of quarters as the man approached him and tried to hop away but lost his balance. He would have fallen had his captor not lunged forward and grab his arms. “Easy now. I don’t want you damaging that beautiful body of yours before I get a chance to play with it. For what I have planed I need to re-position and tie you up differently. This can be done the easy way, where you cooperate and as I say or we can do it the other way where I XXXX you out. Which is it going to be?” Knowing he was in no position to fight, Brian let his shoulders slum and XXXX his body to relax, showing he’d cooperate. This satisfied his captor who went to work untying the ropes around his chest and wrists. Biting his gag hard, Brian moaned with relief and pain as blood rushed into his arms and hands. Once he could move his arms, his captor ordered him to hold them out, wrists touching. Doing so, Brian watched with a sinking heart as rope was wound several times around them till it looked like he was wearing rope wristbands. His captor then pulled him over to a low hanging wood beam. “Stand underneath there and lift your arms up high. I want your wrists as close to the beam as possible.” Doing as he was told, Brian held his bound wrist against the plank, trying not to tremble as he did so. Dragging over a chair, his captor climbed up and began wrapping rope around the plank and between Brian’s arms a few times, pulling the rope tight so that his wrists where secured against the plank and his fingers couldn’t find the knots. “Mmm, I don’t know about you but I’m real horny right now,” his captor said, stepping down from the chair and kicking it away. “Seeing you tied up like this has me ready to explode.” “No! Emme gaww. Mmmmnnf!” Brian tried to twist away as arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him tight. A hand grabbed his crotch and started to massage it through his underpants till it was hard and straining against the fabric. “Very nice. I’m going to go grab that money you mention and also your car keys. After we finish here, I’m going to pack you up and take you home. Then the real fun will start.” Shaking his head insistently, Brian yanked hard on his bound wrists as his captor gave his ass a slap before walking to the door and leaving the room. As soon as the door closed, Brian began struggling like mad. Biting down hard on the cloth covering his mouth, he yanked frantically at the rope holding his wrists tied to the plank, trying to loosen it without success. Sweat trickled down his face as he leaned forward then back, hoping his weight would be enough to maybe break the plank but all it did was hurt his arms. Hopelessly trapped, Brian threw back his head and screamed as loud as he could. “Heemmmmmfff!” Just then the door opened. His captor had returned. Looking over his shoulder, Brian almost inhaled his gag when he saw what was in the man’s hands. A blue, 9inch dildo and a tube of anal lubrication. “It’s amazing what some people keep buried in their sock drawer. Talk about a lucky find. Lets see, I’ll warm you up with this then when you’re nice and loose, I’ll plow that sweet, firm ass of yours hard. Sound good?” Brian moaned and gave his wrists a hard yank as he watched the man squirt some lub in his hand and greased the dildo with it. Setting the tube down, his captor walked up behind him and poked his left butt cheek with the dildo. “Now, lets get started, shall we?” The End      

Curse of the Were Spider by Caitiff

22 photos; 5:17 video

The stairs creaked as Greg slowly creeped down into the basement. Huge an unnatural cob webs hung from every crevice. an eery light filled the room. “Hello? Anybody down here?”, Greg said, almost to low to be heard. In the darkness, Greg swore he could hear chittering and scuttling, as if something large was moving around just out of reach of the light. “Hey! I know you’re down here!”  Greg reached the bottom of the stairs. The basement was quiet. To quiet.. Suddenly a black shapeless form flew at Greg. Before he could react, a huge spider was on his back! Greg didn't’ even have time to struggle before he collapsed to the floor, entirely at the mercy of monstrous arachnid that twittered nearby. Fade to Darkness.. When Greg awoke, his night mare began. He was bound in think sticky webbing, mummifying him. Vainly, Greg tested his bonds. His hands and feet were bound. even his mouth was covered, gagging him so he could not yell for help. Greg’s eye’s widened as he saw the spider slowly creeping towards him until it was literally standing on his chest, it’s huge fangs twitching! Greg let out a muffled scream and.. “Cut! Cut cut cut! Damn it! I said EMOTE!”, the director screamed. Behind him, the film crew for “Curse of the Were Spider” let out a collective sigh. How many takes was this going to need? Lying on the hard concrete floor while a cheesy looking rubber spider waved it’s legs , Greg was in no mood. Unfortunately, his quest for realism, the director had required that Greg really be bound and gagged. While the Director could yell at him, Greg couldn't’ yell back. REALISM?! Greg had a rubber spider on his chest. The movie was about a Were spider. What the hell was a Were Spider, anyway? By the second, Greg was really wishing he had taken that commercial for the haemorrhoid creme. “Ok everybody, take ten. We’ll come back at this fresh.”, The Director ordered. Thank God, Thought Greg. These ropes were tight. His whole body ached. Wait, where was everybody going? Greg heard the door shut as the film crew left the basement, leaving him still tied up on the floor. “Mmmmm? Mmmmmph!”, Greg moaned. Oh funny guys, Greg muttered behind the gag. Now come back and fucking untie me! Guys? Uhh Hello? The room was silent. No one was coming back. Greg moaned curses through the gag over his mouth. Greg wiggled his hands and ankles but the ropes held. What kind of sicko was the director anyway that he had insisted they Greg be really tied up.  Desperately Greg struggled as he thought of all the ways he would was going to beat the shit out of the Director. This latest indignity was just the last straw. Through out the filming, Greg had to listen to the Director call Greg’s acting wooden and uninspired.  Greg had no idea how long he had been left tied up but he did know he wasn’t making any headway. Greg rolled helpless on the floor like a bound worm. Greg was so intent on his vain struggles that he almost didn't’ notice the movement in the dark corner of the room. Did the spider just move? But there was no one here to operate the controls lying on he floor. No, Greg must have imagined it. “Mmmmmmmmmppphhh!” Greg yelled. But no one was there. Again, Greg saw movement from the corner where the rubber spider lay. It had moved! But he was alone. The controls were unmanned. Slowly the spider’s thin legs began to twitch and drag itself closer to Greg, inch by inch. And Greg was utterly helpless against it. He could only stare wide eyed as the horrid thing dragged itself closer to him, it’s fangs flexing hungrily. “Mmm! MMMMMMMM!!!!” Greg yelled as he thrashed around wildly in a vain attempt at escape. Meanwhile in the other room, the Director was talking ot the special effects guy and the camera man. “So this is the alternate remote?”, The Director asked. “Oh yeah, I wired the whole thing. So you don't’ need to even be in the room.. ” “And you left he camera rolling?”, the director asked his cameraman. “Yep, we should be getting everything.” The Director smiled evilly. After years of working on these B movies and punk ass actors, he had learned how to motivate the talent. The End   Greg played by Rod Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/30/2007

Attila Debute

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Model: Attila Created : 10/30/2015

The Mind Spiders

38 photos; 6:32 video

  “Do you see how the process works?”  The Man in Grey asked his two prisoners.  “Rather elegant in it’s simplicity, don’t you agree?”
OF course neither prisoner could respond, being gagged with heavy tape.  Ropes bound each man to chairs.

But most unusually each man had a strange hairy creature clutching their heads!
“You see the mind spiders, a rather cliche name I know but it is descriptive.. the mind spiders must rest on the victims head, slowly molding the brain until it is more.. receptive to the commands I wish to give.”

“Mmmmmpphh!?”, one of the victims moaned desperately through his gag.

“Yes that is why I am afraid I must keep both you gentlemen bound and gagged for the foreseeable future.  My poor pets need some time to make adjustment sot a human brain.”

Both of the bound men could only look on in helpless XXXX!
“But do not worry.  Once my pets have done their work I will release you so you both can go out and find me MORE fresh recruits!” Model: Garret
Model: CLiff

Photography by Zac

Date of Production: 10/26/2015

Grab and Grope

37 photos; 8:30 video

Model: Bobby
Bad Guy: Kevin

Date of Production: 07/23/2015

No Authority

30 photos; 4:37 video

How had a simple traffic stop gone so wrong? Officer Doug Tyson had pulled over a speeder on a remote county road earlier in the afternoon. Now he was bound and gagged in the man’s garage, wondering if his captor was coming back or not. His attacker had XXXX him out when he approached the car. He had come to in the back of the man’s SUV, hogtied and gagged. He was dragged out of the car and his assailant retied him, binding him to a chair. Then he had tape pressed across his eyes and he was left in the dark. It seemed like hours had passed since then.
Finally he heard the door to the house open. His grabberwalked over to him and ripped the tape from his eyes. He was confronted by the sight of a somewhat XXXX, very angry, very muscular man in his mid thirties.

“You think you have the authority to tell me how I can and can’t drive?!” he yelled. 

Doug mumbled through the tape, trying to say it was his job, nothing personal...anything to get the man to let him go. The man ignored his pleading look and attempt at speech and continued his rant. “You think you can pull me over? Give me a ticket? All I did was speed a little. I bet you do it all the time, just like the rest of us. But you get away with it because you’re a cop. You punish others for doing the same things you do. What gives you the right? That uniform you wear? It’s just clothes. Let’s see how much authority you have out of that uniform, officer!”

As he reached the end of his speech he ripped Doug’s shirt open. What would normally have been done in one smooth motion was hampered by the rope around Officer Tyson’s chest and further impeded by the man’s drunkenness. The trouble the man had getting Doug’s shirt open seemed to frustrate him even more.

Doug’s captor pulled his undershirt out of the way as well. His eyes became slightly glazed over as he stared at the policeman’s chest. He mumbled to himself, something that sounded like, “out of uniform,” and began undoing Doug’s pants. 

Doug was torn. On the one hand, the man’s anger was a bit frightening. He had already proven himself capable of violence, XXXXing Doug out before dragging him here. But on the other hand, he didn’t seem interested in hurting Doug further...and he was attractive, in a more-muscles-than-brains kind of way. Doug resolved to enjoy himself as long as this man was intent on undressing him rather than harming him.

Doug’s underwear was yanked down as well. Maybe this would turn into an all right day after all. He was left exposed while his captor turned and walked to the workbench on the other side of the garage. As he returned with more rope, Doug’s hopefulness turned to confusion. He already couldn’t move. What did he need more rope for? The man’s next statement didn’t clear anything up for him.

“Think you can jerk me around? Make me sweat while you sit in your squad car, deciding whether or not to ruin my day with a ticket? I’ll show you being jerked around!”


With that the man tied the additional rope around Doug’s cock and balls. He jerked the rope one way, then the other. He seemed amused by the way Doug flinched away, then tried to move in the same direction as the rope to lessen the tugging. He looped the rope around the back of Doug’s neck, then back down to the floor. He took a step back, keeping one foot on the rope to hold Doug still, and admired his work.

“There, I think you’re starting to learn your lesson. A little time like this and you might think twice before giving someone a hard time again.”

Doug’s XXXX tied the rope to a hook in the ceiling and left him there to stew.

Out of the Game by Kirk

31 photos; 3:02 video

            Jason stared at the XXXX, his hands now tied behind his back.  He could not believe it.  It was supposed to be a company softball game, a game that went out of control.  Peter, Jason’s co-worker, was always competitive: on the job, with the boss, with the ladies at the job and on the field.  Peter could not stand it that Jason did better than him in everything:  promotion, salary, ladies and the field.  In fact, Peter had lost it and planned to XXXX Jason before the last game of the series.  Now it was Jason, Peter with rope, and the XXXX!
             It was going to be difficult to confine Jason, Peter had thought.  He had contemplated XXXXs, a hit to the head, but tying him up and leaving him in the basement of his home, listening to the game on a local radio station seemed most cruel.  Jason had been changing into his uniform:  yellow plants and mesh shirt when the door bell rang.  There was Peter .  “Move to the fuckin basement,” he ordered.  “What the fuck you doing, Peter?” Jason asked.  “Fixing the game for me you son of a bitch.  Cooperate or you’ll never play again!”  “What are you going to do to me?”  “I am fixing of tying you up, nice and tight!”  “Tying me up, what are you crazy?   That’s XXXX!”  Jason began to imagine himself all tied up, ropes around his body confining him.  The thought of being helpless and at the mercy of Peter was terrorizing.    “I am fucking serious.  I will do sopmethign you'll regret right here unless you move to the basement and let me tie you up!”  Jason had no hope and began to walk to the basement, his hands behind his head wondering what it would feel like to be all tied up.

              Peter knew he could not tie up Jason alone, so he devised a plan. “Ok asshole, you are going to help me tie you up.  Do as I say!”  “You must be crazy, how can I help you tie me up?”  Jason asked.  “Just do it. Take this rope, and tie it around one of your wrists jackass!  That’s right, tie it around your wrist and knot it and then turn it around the wrist five move times.”  Jason caught the rope and began to loop it around his left wrist.  “You’ll never get away with this,” Jason yelled as he tied the rope a half dozen times around his wrist.  “What a fucking stupid line jerko.  I know you are fixing the company’s books, so if you report me I will have the FBI will be all over you!” Peter retorted.  Jason had a knot in his stomach.  Could Peter have known he was embezzling?  Did he have any proof?  “Now on your belly, hands behind your back.”  Jason complied.  “Now hothead, take the other end and tie it to your other wrist.” As awkward as it was, Jason completed the task.  He could not believe he was tying his own hands behind his back, a XXXX point down on him. “I have no choice,” he thought. He took the other end of the rope and tied it to his other wrist.  “You son of a bitch.  You are making me tie myself up?”  “Not exactly.”  Peter quickly approached his tied wrists and added more rope, making them tightly fixed behind Jason’s back. Jason gasped as Peter pulled and tightly knotted the rope. “Not to bad of a job actually, but I did not want you to escape before the game is over.”  Jason began to curse and kick, but Peter, taking a strip of duct tape gagged the bound man.  “Now maybe I should have some fun with you,” Peter taunted.  “Tickle your pretty feet, gut punch your flabby abs, or kick your teeth out?”  All Jason could do was boil in anger and curse Peter through his gag.
             Peter kicked Jason over and tied rope around his knees and feet.  “You like being tied up asshole?” Jason taunted as he pulled the ropes tight and knotted them.  “MPFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.”  “Not nice to use bad words.”  He took more rope and put it around his victim’s neck, and roped him into a crunch position.  “Might as well work out a bit since you can’t make the game!  Oh, by the way, remember the FBI.”  Peter left the room and went to the field, turning on the radio for helpless Jason’s entertainment.

             “This is just fuckin great,” Jason thought.  “I am bound and gagged and that idiot has my life under his control.  What if he talks and tells the FBI?  Years in jail.”  Jason tested the ropes.  Tight.  He had tried to leave some slack, but Jason seemed to know how to bind a man.  He figured his only chance was to get his hands in front of him.  But how?  Jason became like a wild bull in ropes.  He turned and twisted and gag screamed for help.  He got the rope off his neck, but it was helpless.  Sweating like a pig, he rested and than worked on the ropes again.  All the while the game progressed, his team winning. He heard the mayor say on the radio:  “So strange that Jason missed the game.  He is not like that.  Must have got tied up at the last minute.”  “Tied up at the last minute,” Jason thought and would have spit except for his gag.   At the final inning Jason went ballistic.  Ignoring the rope’s cruelty, he XXXX with all his might and rolled his tied hands under his but and to his front.  His eyes were blinded from the sweat pouring down his face.  Soon, he got free of the ropes around his feet.  Pulling off his gag, he bit the knot around his hands and got them free. He was catching his breath and looking at the rope burn on his hands when the mayor announced the games MVP:  Peter.  “Fuck him,” Jason thought, yet knew Peter had him over a barrel for his stealing from the company.  “Well, if I cant call the police I better get my own revenge,” he figured, waiting for the moment when the time was right, rope ready and waiting.  “Maybe I can even ask my kid brother is I could practice on him how to tie somebody up.  He likes a good challenge.”  Jason gathered the rope and gave his brother a call.

Muscle Daddy

31 photos; 3:09 video

Model: Tony
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:06/29/2006

Arturo

20 photos; 2:55 video

Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/04/2008

Behind Closed Doors by Caitiff

23 photos; 5:31 video

 
The car in the driveway was gone.
The back window had been left open
The owner was no where to be seen

This was going to be so easy, thought Dan.  Dan knew that Mr. Fritzpatrick had all sorts of expensive stuff. He had seen it when he had been inside the house, getting paid for doing Fitzpatrick’s yard work.  So Dan had made sure the last time he got paid that the window was left open and unlocked just enough so that no one would notice.   All Dan had to do was sneak in and grab the stuff.

Dan snuck behind the house.  Really he didn’t even have to since everyone was used to him being there doing yard work.  Dan slid open the window, lifted himself up inside the house and...

...  felt a foul smelling rag over his mouth!  Dan fought but he was already off balance being half inside and half outside.  Soon everything went black.
Dan awoke with a  head ache.  And his hands and feet tied.  And his mouth gagged with a bandanna tied tightly into his mouth.

“Mmmmpphh!”, Dan moaned as he struggled to get free.  Unfortunately the ropes only seemed to get tighter as he fought his bondage.

Dan looked around. He was Mr. Fitzpatrick’s living room.  IF only he could make it to the kitchen, Dan could find a knife and cut himself free.

Just then the door knob to the font door opened and in walked Mr. Fitzpatrick.

“Still here?  Good.  “Mr. Fitzpatrick commented as if he was talking about the weather. “I am very disappointed in you Daniel.  Trying to burgle my home like that.  So I am afraid you will have to stay a while while we work this out.”

To Be Continued?
Model: Dante
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/23/2015

Touchable

29 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/20/2013

Glad it Happened by Sammy

20 photos; 4:09 video

Steven always got himself into these kinds of predicaments. Why he was bound and gagged in his friends basement seemed a mystery to him. Trying to recall all that had transpired through the haze of XXXX last night was more of a chore then he was willing to undertake as his friend seemed to produce more and more rope and wound him in its coils. Once his buddy had finished wnding him in rope he was securely tied across the chest and gagged with an old t-shirt. The tight lengths of rope criss-crossed his chest looped arounfd his neck and securely fastned his arms to his body. then a seperate piece of rope was cinched tight in many loops around his wrists effectively immobilizing him. Howecer his friends perversion had not stopped there. Next was aseemingly never ending line that had pinned his ankles tightly together. Finally the last humilliaton was tight rope that frammed his bulging crotch on either side and twisted around both his legs raced around his waist between his ample ass cheeks and tied so tightly that he could almost feel the tight rope rubbing at his soft skin through the black jeans. Completely unable to move he merely laid there as his friend kept taking pictures of him from his digital camera. But perhaps the most confusing thing about the entire situatin was how much he was enjoying it. As his friend kept snaping pictures and ordering him to struggle and move to diffeent positions. The more the cruel bondage tightened on him the more excited he became. Soon his bulge was throbbing against his jeans begging for sweet realese. Then almost as if his friend had heard his thoughts he felt a hand on his crotch. With each button that his friend undid he could feel his throbbing prick pulsate. finally it sprang free in full glory but only for a brief second as his friends mouth closed around it. Sudenly trying to figure out how all this had happened was unimportant. Steven was just gald that it did happen.

Taped Up and Jerked Off

27 photos; 8:10 video

Model:Uriah
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/20/2011

Bare

28 photos; 2:56 video

Model: Kent
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/21/2006

Kuffs

26 photos; 5:06 video

Model: Bobby Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10-14-2015

The Assistant Manager by Caitiff

30 photos; 4:19 video

    Todd was hot.  Danny hated to admit it but he was.  Todd was also an asshole.  Somehow with only a very small amount of power, he had managed to become a tyrant.  He ordered people around like he owned the place, ignored complaints and screwed over the other workers.
    But Todd was hot and the boss must have thought so too because he gave Todd far too much slack. With but a word Todd could have anyone he wanted fired.  Like Danny.  Danny didn’t even know what he had done wrong.  H e always showed up on time. He put up with Todd’s shit.  But apparently Todd didn’t like how the gay guy looked at him.
    That was Todd’s first mistake.

Todd didn’t see Danny when he went to get in his expensive car.  XXXX was so easy to get nowadays and Todd went under like a light.  His hands bound behind his back, Todd was shoved into the trunk of Danny’s car and off they went.
    “Let me go you fucking maniac!”, Todd yelled when he woke up. 
    “Get your hands off me pervert”, Todd screamed as his legs were tied.  
    “Mmmmpphhh!”, Todd moaned as tape was plastered over his mouth.
    Danny admired his captive.  Asshole of not, Todd was hot. In fact, he was even hotter when he was tied up.  Danny’s mind raced with all the things he would do that cute boy before he was done.  

    Todd was in a  fit of rage, struggling like a crazy person against his ropes.  He kicked and squirmed on Danny’s couch like a worm.  A hot sexy worm, Danny thought.
    “Nnnpphhmmmm!” Todd grunted and Danny could imagine what he was saying. You’ll never get away with this.  Normally Danny would have agreed.  There were not normal times however.  Danny wasn’t quite as clueless as Todd thought.    He had looked at the records Todd had so carelessly left laying out one day.  Danny had read them and understood that the figures were not what they should have been.  Todd was a very  hot but  bad boy.
    That was Todd’s second mistake.
    Danny enjoyed the show for a while longer.  Watching Todd struggle was really turning Danny on.  His supervisor was now his to control and do with as he pleased.  The rush of power caused a charge to go down his spine and into his pants.     Danny sauntered over to Todd and began to feel up his former boss.  Of course Todd resisted btu there was nothing the bound and gagged man could do about it.

Danny removed Todd’s tie and unbuttoned his expensive shirt.  Todd put up a fit, struggling vain to get away from his perverted horny XXXX.
    Until Danny held up the files he had left with on before he got fired.  Security always watched you when you get fired but not before.  But Todd knew what those files meant.  He knew he was fucked in more ways then one.
    Danny pulled the tape gag off but Todd didn't’ get a word in edgewise before his tie was wedged between his teeth.
    Danny lifted Todd’s t short over his head ot expose his chest.
    Looking at his bound and gagged toy, Danny decided getting fired was the best thing that could have happened to him.

The End

Tod Played by Darien
Photography by Caitiff

XXXX Time, Show Time by Fidelis

31 photos

Crap, that hadn’t worked either. Todd was tuckered out, and lay panting on the couch. Unfortunately for him, his own panting and grunting had obscured the sound of the thief returning to the living room. He became aware of the burglar’s presence when he heard the sound of clapping.
"That was quite the show, pretty boy. You have no idea how nice your ass looks when you’re twisting and turning like. Yum, it’s like jello on springs. I ‘ve got to have a taste of that. But first, I want you to give me another show. Up you go.

"GGGMMWHATMMDOING? HEH! MMDONDODAT!"
"Aww, keep quiet. Now, I want to see that dick and those balls jiggle as well. Jump for me."
"GWWWMMWHAT? UMMCRAZY!"
" No, I’m not crazy. I guess you need some inducement. Maybe this will do the trick."
"MMMMOUCCHHHH! OHHHNNOOO!"
Todd shrieked into the gag and involuntarily jumped as something whacked the end of his cock. He heard the swishing sound again, and once again his cock was struck. "Yup, I thought that might work. The wet towel thing always seems to get the reaction that I want."
Poor Todd was kept hopping as the cruel burglar kept flicking his sensitive family jewels. Finally, he fell to the floor, gasping through his gag. Gotta stop smoking, he thought to himself. It is going to kill me.
"Okeydoke. That’s a pretty good position. But let me fix you up a bit more. We don’t want you squirming away, do we?"
"GGGMMMOOOWWWWW!MMMMNOOOOO!"
Todd yelled as he was put into a cruelly tight hog-tie. Why would the burglar want him like this? He found out soon enough.
"OOOHMMMMYYYYY! OHHHNNNNOOOO! MMNNNOSHTOP! ARRRGGGHHHHH!"

Todd squirmed and shuddered and shook as the burglar’s big hands and huge tongue did their work. As he bit down on the gag, he realized that his first encounter with those rough, muscular hands had just been a prelude. And his initial reaction was repeated, tenfold. This guy was a maniac, a pervert, a true artist. Todd couldn’t get away from him as he felt himself almost going mad. He was brought to the brink over and over again, until finally the burglar either took pity on Todd, or got tired.
"MMMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bugger, Todd thought. He had just had this rug cleaned and now he had gone and made a huge gooey mess all over it.
"Buddy, you didn’t have much to steal, but that show you just put on almost makes up for it. Thank God you had a good camera. These pictures will give me something to remember you by. Seeya later." Todd played by Steven
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/27/2005

Hank is Back

21 photos; 4:38 video

Model: Hank Created: 10/03/2015 Photographer: Slade

Freaky Friday Fantasies by Kurt

24 photos; 3:16 video

Ben and Nate were straight roommates who had a rule: What happened in the house, stayed in the house.  They got along so well that after living together for six months, there was nothing they wouldn't discuss with each other, including their deepest, hidden sexual fantasies.  Neither ever judged the other, and it made for a happy situation, in that they were both completely comfortable with each other, and trusted each other totally.  But this Friday, Ben was having second thoughts.
 
After a few brews, the two horny guys' conversation turned to sex, as usual.  Ben said he had sometimes fantasized about what it would be like to be a captive sex slave.
 
Nate's eyes had widened a bit at the word "slave".

"Slave, eh?" he said, "that's pretty hot, dude."
 
"You don't think it's stupid?" Ben asked shyly.
 
"Hells no," Nate replied, as he reached for the leather arm-binders that had arrived in the mail that day. "I think it's hot...wanna try it?"
 
Ben sucked in his breath, and said, "Sure."
 
Nate immediately took over the scene, and assumed the evil Master role.  He loved roleplaying, and this one was gonna be HOT!
 
"OK, bitch, strip!" Nate ordered.
 
Ben shucked his jeans and T, and stood naked in front of his roomie.  Nate roughly grabbed his muscular arms and twisted them behind his back, shackling the arm-binders into place.  Ben grunted as the leather sleeves tightened on his arms, anchoring them up against his back.  He knew he'd be gagged...they had played a few bondage games before, and Nate loved to hear Ben moaning through a gag.  But the huge ballgag that Nate held in front of his eyes was a surprise.
 
"Open up, slave!" Nate said, and Ben felt his jaw stretch as the thick ball was strapped snugly into his mouth.  He gurgled and tried to speak, but only an incoherent grunt escaped his stretched-open mouth.  With the ball wedged between his teeth and pressing his tongue down firmly, it was impossible to form any words.  But it was the next part of his enslavement that really startled Ben.
 


Nate knelt in front of him, holding a long length of rope, about ten feet long, doubled up, and began to wrap the end loop around his buddy's ball sac.  Ben held still as he felt Nate's fingers knot the ends around his cock and balls, and then realized that he had left about 10 feet dangling from his equipment.  Oh, shit, Ben realized, it was a leash!!  Sure enough, Nate smiled up at him evilly as he stood, holding the ends of the ropes in his hand.
 
"C'mon, slave," Master Nate said, tugging on his improvised Man-Leash.

"Unnnggh", replied the helpless slave, as he was led by his jewels into the bedroom.  He noticed that Nate had picked up a heavy leather belt on the way into the room.
 
Nate played the role to a T.  He took a few idle swats at Ben's exposed butt, and he loved the sound of the leather cracking softly on his buddy's firm ass.  The whole scene was turning him on like crazy.
 
"Kneel down, bitch!" Nate ordered his helpless slave/roommate.  Ben did as he was told, knowing that if he didn't, he'd receive a painful jerk on his leash. Ben bent down first over the bed, amd was subjected to more verbal abuse as his ass was swatted by the cruel Master.  The leather stung like hell, but Ben bit bravely into the ballgag, and refused to show any weakness.  He was XXXX to the floor, and Nate anchored the ends of the cock-leash to the heavy wooden legs of the bed frame.
 
"OK, slave-bitch," Nate said, "I've got to set some things up for your training session in the other room.  You stay there and wait for me.  Don't even THINK about undoing your leash!", he snarled.
 
It was hard for Ben to hold his balance, even sitting on the floor, with his arms pulled up so tightly behind his back, and he knew any struggle attempt would endanger his most precious jewels.  So he sat there, and tried to enjoy the fantasy that he had initiated.  The rope around his balls actually felt kind of hot, and he was getting sexed up pretending that he was a captive slave, not knowing how and by whom he'd be used in the next few hours, but that he'd be helpless and unable to do or say anything as he was abused.  He kind of liked the feeling of helplessness...it was kind of sexy thinking of himself as just an object...


At the same time, he was plotting revenge.  After all, this was just a fantasy game, but Nate had been a bit rough with the XXXX, and Ben had every intention of balancing the scale....soon! Ben played by George
Nate played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

The Haunting by Fidelis

36 photos

Officer Pat McCarty shivered in the sudden cold. God, he really hated this job. The extra money from moonlighting was welcome, but this place gave him the creeps. Everyone in town knew the bad reputation the building held- it had been the site of a particularly gruesome murder 70 years ago. Lots of people claimed to have seen strange things, and heard odd noises late at night – the place was haunted! He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to open up an art gallery here in this old building. There were lots of nice bright spaces in the malls- but the malls weren’t good enough for the snobby rich people who bought art. He looked at some of the stuff on the walls. His 5 year-old nephew could do better work. And the price tags were obscene! Huh, maybe he should take art up in his spare time. Cripes, it was cold in here! The heating must have broken down. Unless…..Pat felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end as he recalled some of the stories that he had heard about this place. People swore that the temperature dropped just before scary things began happening. Pat was sweating bullets. He jumped as he heard a creaking noise behind him. Whew. There was nothing there. He gave an uneasy laugh. He was a cop, he shouldn’t be afraid of a little noise. Then the lights started flickering, and the temperature dropped even more. Pat’s teeth were chattering as he drew his XXXX. His knees were shaking as he heard that creaking noise again. He knew there was something behind him. He was trying to get up the courage to turn around and confront whatever XXXX was lurking behind his shoulder when something hard hit him on the back of his head. Stars exploded in front of his eyes, and then everything turned black.

"MMMOOHHHH. GGGMMYHEAD!"
Pat woke up to a pounding headache. What had happened to him? He remembered all the spooky things that had happened in the gallery – but what had hit him? He didn’t think that ghosts went around bashing people on the head. He tried to rub his aching head, and made a startling discovery. He couldn’t move his hands! They seemed to be lashed behind his back. As he tried to focus, he saw that his knees and ankles were tied together too. Something horrid and sticky covered his mouth. This wasn’t the work of phantoms. Something was definitely amiss here. He looked around and saw that he had been stuffed into some kind of closet.
"MMMMPHHH!!!! GGGMMHEELPPPMEEEE!!! GIMMINHERE!!!!"

Pat heard footsteps approaching the closet door. He didn’t know how long he had been out…it could have been hours. Hopefully this was someone coming to his rescue. The door swung open, and he found himself looking at a figure clad from head to foot in black. Glittering blue eyes stared down at him from the holes in a black hood. Gulp. Pat had the nasty feeling that this person wasn’t going to help him.
"So, XXXX beauty has finally woken up. You’re making a lot of noise, cop. Why don’t you go back to XXXX?
"MMMNOOO…MMMOOPPHH!"

Pat screamed into his gag as he saw a booted foot lashing out at him. Fuck, right in the nuts! He thought that he was going to puke as once again he subsided into XXXX.
"MMMOHHHH. MMMOHHHHHMM"
Pat moaned softly as he regained consciousness for the second time. He wasn’t going to make the mistake of calling for help this time. He would just have to get untied by himself, and then go from there. Christ, but he was hurting. The fucker had nailed him right in the balls. He wished that he had worn his cup, but he hadn’t expected to see any action tonight, so it was sitting at home. Pat tried to see how he was bound. Damn, why hadn’t the guy used Pat’s cuffs? He had the spare key taped to the inside of his belt – he could have got himself out of this bind in a jiffy. But no, the bastard had used rope, and lots of it. He twisted himself around, trying to see over his shoulder. Ah, that was why he couldn’t move his hands. Not only were they tied behind him, but they had been lashed to his waist as well. Whoever had done this wasn’t a rank amateur. Rats. That probably meant that the knots weren’t going to be easy to untie. However, that was no reason to give up. He still had to try to free himself. Pat didn’t know how much time had passed. It seemed like he had been struggling against the ropes for hours, and he still wasn’t any closer to getting free. The cramped closet didn’t give him much room to maneuver. He had tried reaching the knots with his numb fingers, but he couldn’t quite reach. Now he was using every ounce of his strength straining against the ropes, hoping to break them. His uniform hat had tumbled off, and he lay on the floor, panting. OK, if he couldn’t get free of the ropes, he would just have to get out of the closet and make his way to the front window of the gallery. There must be SOMEONE on the streets who would see him and help him. He hadn’t heard any noise from the gallery, so he assumed that the burglar had taken what he wanted and left. Pat managed to get to his feet, and turning around, fumbled with the door knob. His hands didn’t have much feeling left in them, since the ropes were so tight they were cutting off his circulation. He lost his balance, and went crashing down to the floor. His head hit the door, and it popped open. Good! Now all he had to do was crawl out of here and…. "MMMNOOOO! GMMMMOUUUCHHH!"
"Any more noise out of you officer, and I’m going to have to take drastic measures. Do you want another boot in the balls?"
"MMMMNOOO! MMILLMMBEMQUIET!"
"Good man. Now, that is much better. I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere now. Now, just let me put your pretty hat back on your head. There, don’t you look cute? I’ll bet your friends will get a real kick out of this when they find you. Hmm, I think we’re missing something here. Yep, that is the finishing touch."

Pat could only grind his teeth in impotent fury as he was hogtied. The bastard then crawled on some boxes and tied the end of the rope to a hook in the ceiling. The final indignity was a piece of tape slapped across his eyes. Now, he couldn’t move, couldn’t talk and couldn’t see. He whimpered, as the closet door slammed shut. He was humiliated and in pain. His head and his nuts were throbbing, and the being hogtied wasn’t any joke. In no time his shoulders were aching too. Pat tried to move, but his mobility was now severely limited. Every time he moved, it seemed as if all the muscles in his body screamed in unison. And it was getting so cold in here again. Wait, what was that strange noise he could hear? Creaks and thumps. Was it the burglar, or..someone else? Or…something else? Pat felt goose bumps break out on his bound and battered body. Oh shit, what was going in this hellish place? He heard an extra loud creak, and felt a gust of cold wind. Hail Mary, full of grace….he started to mumble. St. Michael, protect us….

"Jesus, McCarty, what the hell have you been up to? You look like damn fool all trussed up like that. Let me get my camera….the guys at the station will find this really priceless."
Pat gulped. He had been rescued, but….it was going to take him a long time to live this one down. Officer McCarty played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/25/2006