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

Pretty Boi

20 photos

Model: Arturi
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/04/2008

Revenge

30 photos

Model: Dante Model: Lex Photgraphy by Nick007 and Caitiff Date of Production: 7-18-2015

A Binding Friendship by JMZ

42 photos; 1:55 video

 
            In accordance with his personality Joseph began hitting on every female in sight. His luck however had shifted. He realized that he was now a small fish in a big pond. The frustration only intensified when he saw less attractive guys getting dates and living an active social existence. He finally realized that in order to revive his love life he would have to follow soot and join a fraternity, and he would be taking Craig along for the ride.
 
            Craig hesitated at his best friends new idea. He was not the fraternity type. He could not see himself partying all night and having meaningless one-night stands. Joseph was better suited for that lifestyle. Upon a nagging urging Craig caved. The both of them decided that if fraternity life were what they needed it would be the best. Phi Beta Bond was the most notorious group on campus. They were famous for their parties and legends when it came to initiations. They chose only the best. The two friends signed up to begin the ritual of chosen or not. The initial meeting at the Bond house was routine, a current member would act as a big brother to groups of hopefuls. Craig and Joseph were assigned Brett. Brett was tall blonde and muscular. He was a senior and loved being placed in charge of naïve freshmen. He saw two of these in Joseph and Craig.


            Brett took the pair of friends and soon after initial browbeating and the endless chores he imposed upon them he decided they were good candidates for membership. The real test would come during the hazing portion of the ritual. Joseph was ecstatic about joining the best fraternity on campus. Craig still apprehensive played along with his friend's excitement.
 
            It was late evening when Craig and Joseph finally headed to bed. There was still no news from the fraternity, and Joseph was losing hope. As both boys dozed off they were awakened by a loud crash on their dorm door. The door flew open crashing into the dresser behind it. Joseph jumped up in fear to see five masked men approach them. The leader of this pact yelled out " Freshmen Craig and Joe you hereby ordered to the Phi Bond house for initiation". Joseph smiled with anticipation ad Craig felt a lump gather in his stomach. Stripped down to jock straps the boys were carried off into the night.
             The boys arrived at Bond house and thrown into a dark room. Before they could clear their minds the boys were once again attacked. Craig was thrown on the floor by a group of rough Bond members; he struggled out of instinct but was quickly overpowered. His hands were pulled behind his back. Craig could feel his muscles tense as rope was knotted around his wrists. His hands became sweaty and clammy as he felt the circulation leave his wrists. After the deed was done he thrown unto his muscular back. The dark room left him blind to what came next. Craig could hear the sound or ripping near his head; before he realized it duct tape covered his mouth, the smell of adhesive bellowing through his nostrils. Several strips later he was lifted from the floor and sat on a couch helpless, powerless, and speechless. He wondered how Joseph was taking his similar treatment. He felt the weight of the seat beside him fill with Joseph. It seemed like forever they sat together in the lightless room side by side bear assed and shirtless. As sunlight peaked through the shades each caught each other's eye. Both boys looked at each other with weary eyes. Craig was upset and Joseph knew his. This is not what he signed up for or anticipated. Joseph pleaded with his eyes for Craig to calm down. Inaudible mmppphh were all his taped mouth could muster. Craig began to curse Joseph out behind his adhesive sealed lips. "Immpphh mmant mmlive mmu mmalk mm mmin mmmto mmtis". Craig was beside himself he let himself be talked into pledging. Joseph although guilt ridden could not help but be excited at the prospect of becoming a member.                                                                                                   
Craig fought against his bindings as Joseph looked on. He struggled against the subtle rope against his skin. His bare ass was cold and itched from the rough couch cloth. He pulled hard and yanked with all his strength to break free. He scooted to the edge of the couch his ass burned from the friction from the couch. He fought his way to the floor; his knees ached from the hard wood, his ass red and rough from the fight with the couch. Sweat beads trickled down from his back into the crack of his ass. In desperation he looked at Joseph for support. Joseph joined him on the floor. Back to Back they inched their way to their feet. Joseph stood next to his lifetime friend debating weather to join him in the escape or see what came next. Craig was determined to leave one way or another.                                                                                     
Just as Craig was going to make a run for it Brett entered the room. His expression changed as he saw his two pledges in the midst of an escape. He angrily addressed them, "You two bitches are going to ruin my pledge reputation, weather you like it or not you now belong to Phi Bond, and you will not disappointment me." Both boys were settled on the window seal, their asses against the window for all to see. Hoots and cheers came from the sidewalk as Brett secured their ankles with rope. Craig struggled which made Brett angry leaving him to tie them face to face. The rope wrapping them into one; their sweaty chests mingling with one another the tape over their mouth prevented any verbal communication. Pushed to their knees the boys felt the dirt from the floor dig into them. They fought again; Joseph had become frustrated and uncomfortable. The ropes dug into their skin, they breathed hard. The friction between them caused Craig to erect which added to his embarrassment. Brett returned binding them back to back. The dank air from the room hit their sweat drenched chests causing chills. Brett laughed as he noticed Craig's erect penis. "See boy I knew you would come around." "MMMPPPHHH", is all Craig could respond. After an hour bound and gagged to each other the boys were finally untied from one another. They thought it was over they turned expecting Brett to untie them completely, but what came next was worse.
They were led struggling and helpless down to the basement where their bindings were secured to beams above them. The door slammed shut, Craig and Joseph were left at the mercy of their captors. The boys fought turning side to side hoping to loosen the rope but to no avail. Helplessly they hung there, their bodies stretched. They fought harder and harder in an escapable dance that seemed to go on forever. Their duct taped mouths inaudible to one another. The door swung open and there stood Brett with a paddle in hand, what had they gotten themselves into.    

Houseboy's Revenge by Justin

25 photos

Brett Hardman is a high priced tough arrogant lawyer. He works like a tiger every day and when he comes home from the office he needs his Hot Shower. He stays in the shower for at least an hour, admirering his well toned body in the full length miirror across from the bath tub. His Cock is always hard when he looks at his own reflection in his mirror. Mr. Hardman wanks off several times during this shower routine of his. Always eating his own cum as it is a great source of protein. Mr. Hardman had to fire his young houseboy/man. When he arrived home early several days ago he found Hank sitting on the floor of the laundry room sniffing his white tight soiled briefs, and Hank had also placed several pairs of his black over the calf dress sheer nylon socks in his mouth. He had a silk sock (to be hand washed as they all were) over his rock hard 9 inch penis."What the fuck is this, I thought you were straight now I find out your a Faggot who sniffs soiled briefs" He barked. Mr. Hardman prides himself on being a cunt man, Ladies only. He bedded them by the score. "Your fired, Now get the fuck out of here and as for you severance pay you can take all my used briefs you've been sniffing. But leave the black silk and sheer nylon socks, Get that silk sock off your prick" He screamed, But before Hank could remove the silk dress sock he came in it. "Shit" "Ok keep that one" He smirked. Hank scrambled to his feet and rearranged his Levis and replaced his boots and with his beautiful head hung low walked out of the apt. Hank had long black hair tied into a ponytail and was 6ft 3in tall . He glanced around and said" Please sir, give me another chance" "Fuck you fag and Fuck the horse you road in on" Hank left . "Revenge is a dish best served cold" Hank thought, He waited several weeks, then along with his Buddy Mike followed Mr. Hardman home from the office. Hank had made a spare key to the apt. His boss did not know of this. Brett came home and removed his expensive grey English suit and hand made wing-tipped shoes then his starched thin cotton shirt removing the cuff links , then his power silk tie . His while silk undershirt and black silk boxer shorts came next. then his black garters which held up his sheer black nylon over the calf men's hose. He stepped into the shower. Ran the water hot and got an instant hard-cock. Hank & Mike listened at the door and then mad their move and entered the apt. They had brought five large black trash bags. for they were going to steal all every fucking stitch of mr. Brett Hardman's clothing. They approached the bathroom and with ski masks over their faces and concealed items in their hands kicked opened the door. "What the fuck hey who are you" Brett screamed. ",Please don't hurt me, take my money and jewelry it's on the dresser." "We will". Hank took a piece of rope and proceeded to tied his former bosses hands together." No don't" Brett was crying. They then shoved a ball gag into his sobbing mouth. "MMMFFFFFFPPPLLLUUZZZZZDOOOONNTT" Brett moaned. Hank pinched his nipples and they got rock hard.."You a fucking queer? He said. Hank had changed his voice lowering it. "NNOOOOOMMPPPP" "Bullshit, Fag , Your fucking dick is hard" hahaha With that they bound his hands above his head, fastening them to the shower bar pole. They grabbed his balls and played with his dick, he was sobbing like a baby. Mike stated to finger fucked him while Hank jerked him off. They pulled his facial hair and threatened to shave him completely if he told the cops. They you see had a video camera going without sound and they said if Brett told anyone they would send the tape to his office and place it on the internet. Brett nodded, he knew he was lost and defeated and humiliated. Hank went over and pissed on him, His warm urine running down Brett's hot body. He then Jerked Him off. Brett moaned and cried tears sobbing into his ball gag. mmmffffffppplluussszzzhis wimplering softly. He CAM a great load and Hank took his cum and wiped it in his hair. Then both Hank and Mike Jerked themselves off on to Brett's public hair laughing as they did so. “Let blow this dump now”. And with that they collect every piece of fine clothing Brett Hardman possessed. Even his gym socks and jockstraps and shorts. Suits and Tuxedo's dozens of them countless shoes and over 100 ties and underwear and silk and sheer nylon socks all over the calf, many pairs of garters. WOW. All wore the same size in shoes and suits. They were headed for Chicago and they needed a high priced wardrobe as the were joining an expensive escort service. They could not wait to get this piece of video tape on the internet. What fun revenge can be. The End   Brett Hardman played by Lyle   Photography by Caitiff

Squirm

24 photos; 5:20 video

Model: Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/04/2013

Survey Part 2

15 photos; 8:44 video

Model: Dante Model: Lex Model: Donovan Photograpy by Nick007 Date of Production: 8-11-2015

On Ice by Cryptococcus

29 photos; 3:07 video

When the two men, one a tall, muscular, balding Caucasian and the other a smaller Hispanic with a feathery mustache, appeared in Cecil's garage, his first thought that he was going to be robbed. Then, when they XXXX him to his knees and, at XXXXpoint, roped his wrists together and his arms to his upper torso, Cecile began to understand that he was being XXXX.

That is pretty stupid, Cecile had thought. The house is mortgaged to the hilt, and he and Sheila had been juggling accounts just to get the bills paid. Where did these fools think the money for a XXXX would come from?

Then they crammed him into the back of his own car and threw a smelly packing blanket found in a corner of the garage over him. Cecil screamed into the gag, now terrified and shaking. The men had made no effort to hide their faces from him! The implication of that was terrible.

Cecil never had had much of a sense of direction. He and Sheila had bought the expensive house in the development partially because it was such a straight shot from the house to his workplace. He knew enough to tell, however, that they were moving away from town.

He could hear his captors talking, and the smell of tobacco came to him. Cecile's fear became anger. How dare they? Why now? Why today? Why when the commission on the deal that was going to close on today would reverse his recent financial misfortunes?

He was bodily jerked out of the car heels first and painfully banged his bottom on concrete and his back against the doorsill. They were in a neighborhood of boarded up houses from what looked a failed development. Straggly yellow weeds tufted up in what had once been a lawn. "Get up and get your ass in there," ordered the tall one. To emphasize the point, he tapped the back of Cecil's head with the XXXX barrel. Cecil struggled to his feet, and, once inside, was rudely shoved onto the bed. He saw that the inside of the house was nicer than the outside. Did these men LIVE there?

"Tie up his ankles, We don't want him running off."

Cecil then had his crossed ankles bound together. A rope from his ankles to his wrists finished it off. Still, he noticed, the wry Hispanic had not spoken directly to him.

The two men left the room, and Cecil heard the sound of cards being shuffled. As quietly as he could, he began to struggle against the ropes. What was he hoping for? He had no idea of his location, and he was perfectly helpless. He had no idea why he was taken here, or what his captors intended.

To the right was a cabinet that had some wine glasses in it. This was so suprisingly domestic that Cecil was certain that he was in the home of one of his assailants.

Then the tall guy came into the room. Cecil was pulled forward by his grasped tie and told, "You don't need to be anywhere for the next five hours. Stay here, be good, and wait it out. You won't be hurt if you cooperate. Got that?" And he gave the tie a yank.

"Mrrmmph," disagreed Cecil.

"Cool shoes, man," said the Hispanic as he entered the room. "Think they'll fit me?"

"Take 'em," said the other. "They're probably worth more than we'll get for this gig."

"He's mighty red. Think that gag may be too much for him?"

"Nah. He's just mad 'cause we're holdin' him here."

"I do like them shoes."

"You think he's going to argue with you? If you want 'em, take 'em."

"Okay. You can tell this dude always wears shoes," the Hispanic said as he slipped the dress shoes from Cecil's feet. "His feet are SO tender."

Then the phone in the other room rang.


Cecil huffed into his gag. This was no abandoned house if the thugs had phone service.

"Uh, yes, sir, we got him."

"No, sir, he don't know how come."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yes, sir, I will."

The taller man walked into Cecil's line of vision holding a portable phone. Cecil was still on his belly, having been pushed over by his shoe thief. The tall man held the phone to Cecil's ear and gagged mouth.

"Weatherspoon," said a not immediately identifiable voice, "you're not going to get the McCaulkey contract today. I'm afraid you're going to be a no-show. But I'll be there - it's not important right now that you know who am - and if it goes through, somebody is going to give you a job offer that'll have you burning rubber to get away from Carmoodey and Kingsman."

"So sit tight for a little while now, and before the afternoon's over, you'll be able to tell Sheila that you have a new job offer and your financial woes will be over."

"Whyrifille," Cecil yelled through his gag into the phone.

"Rest, my friend," said the voice on the other line. "This should soon become clear, and you'll benefit from the McCaulkey contract more with us than you do with Carmoodey. Trust me - it's the truth - and when my boys let you go, take a good look around the neighborhood. You, son, are gonna be the man that brings it back. Your name is gonna be on the project, and you're gonna be rollin' it."

Then the caller rang off. Cecil thought about the calm deliberate words and sensed that his quietly desperate underfunded life might be just changing for the better, even if it didn't seem that way at the moment.

And the Hispanic guy said, "You know, I bet I'd look good wearing his tie."

Tied by an Angel

25 photos

Model: DJ Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/08/2006

Laid Out

22 photos; 6:34 video

Model : Dylan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/29/2014

Dream

31 photos

Model: Raphael Model: Diego Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 7-31-2015

Survey Part 1

19 photos; 5:14 video

Model: Dante Model: Donovan Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 8-11-2015

Listen Mister by Soft Touch

25 photos

            Then a beefy hand pushed Lemuel down onto the floor.  Going into shock now, Lemuel couldn't offer any resistance at all while the big guy chuckled to himself and wrapped and tied more tight ropes around Lemuel’s ankles and thighs so that the street boy’s body had no chance of trying to escape.  Then the big guy stood up and towered over his bound and gagged captive.
            “You wait here,” the big guy finally spoke.  “My Master XXXX until the sun goes down.”
            “What kind of a creepy guy XXXX in the daytime,” Lemuel wandered as he looked up at the mountain of muscles towering over him.
            “When my Master wakes, he will decide.  Maybe he will be hungry then.  You look like you have good blood.”
            “A vampire!” Lemuel’s brain shrieked.  “No, vampires only lived in the movies.”
            “Or maybe he will want you to assist him in his laboratory.  Our last assistant died last night.”
            “Died of what?”  Lemuel couldn't believe the nightmare he had fallen into.
            Then the big guy turned and slowly walked away, leaving Lemuel all alone.
            Lemuel watched until the big guy disappeared beyond the door.  Then he craned his head around and looked out of the window.  The sun was already touching the horizon.  Lemuel didn't have much time.  He had to get out of here!
            Lemuel struggled and strained and rolled all around on the floor as he desperately sought some way of escaping his rope prison.  But the harder Lemuel struggled, the harder the ropes hugged his body, and the tighter the knots seemed to get.  And the more he exerted himself, the more soggy and swollen the folds of cloth inside his mouth became until now he was finding it difficult to breathe.
            And then Lemuel heard footsteps coming his way.
            It was the big guy and another older-looking man in a dark three-piece suit.
            The older man smiled in a friendly way while he helped Lemuel to get back up onto his knees.  “So this is the young man,” the older man said pleasantly.  “I hope that Marvin didn't hurt you too much, young man.  He doesn't know his own strength sometimes.”
            Lemuel sighed with relief and smiled around his soggy gag.  This old guy looked okay.  He had nothing to worry about.
            The older man slid one hand around to the back of Lemuel’s neck.  The relieved Lemuel thought that the man was going to untie his gag, and he was already planning on how he was going to thank the old gentleman as soon as he took the hated cloth out of his mouth.
            So Lemuel was completely surprised when the older man’s other hand came around and began pressing a folded cloth over Lemuel’s face.  The folded cloth was all wet and clinging to Lemuel’s nose and open mouth so that he was beginning to suffocate.  Lemuel took a desperate breath and that was when he first smelled the strange sweet odor on the cloth.  In the next moment those sweet fumes were rushing into Lemuel’s head to blur his vision and make his body feel all hollow and weak inside.  And then, just before everything went dark, Lemuel heard the older man say –
            “Take him down to the laboratory and prepare him.  We have a lot of work to do tonight.” Lemual played by Cain
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:05/05/2004

Packing It Away by Fidelis

30 photos

Frank hummed to himself as he walked down the stairs to the basement, carrying the last of the boxes. This was so great! He had just bought a house of his own, in a funky old neighbourhood. A new house, a great job, what more could he ask for? Life was great. He paused for a moment as he heard a rustling sound. What could that be? He turned towards the stairs and stood rooted to the spot in shock, as he saw a man wearing an ill-fitting uniform pointing a concealed item at him. "Hello, Frank, it’s so good to finally see you again. You have no idea how anxious I have been to meet up with you. I have a bone to pick with you." "Who, who are you?" "That’s enough chat, for now, Frankie. Get on your knees and keep your mouth shut, or else!" With the concealed item pointed straight at his chest, Frank thought that he had no choice but to comply. He put down the box, and reluctantly got down on his knees. Obeying orders he put his hands above his head. His stomach churned as he saw the guy pull out some white rope. He opened his mouth, but shut it again when the concealed item was waved in his face. He bit his lip as his hands were bound in front of him. The guy in the uniform stuck his foot out and dragged a chair over to where Frank was kneeling. Jumping on the chair, he took the ends of the rope that bound Frank’s hand together, and fastened it to an exposed beam in the ceiling. "There, that’s much better, isn’t it Frank. I like you like that, kneeling there, with your hands tied." "But, but..who are you? I don’t know MMMMPHHH!" Frank was silenced as the unknown intruder whipped a knotted bandanna out of the pocket of his uniform trousers, and stuffed it between his teeth. Frank yelped as it was pulled taut, and tied behind his head. Frank could feel his cheeks bulging over the tight band of cloth, and the knot was digging into the back of his head. "GGMMPHH. MMWHORMMU? GGGMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS?" "Sssh, Frank. All in good time. But first…..just let me finish fixing you up. Oh, bare feet. How does it feel when I do this? It tickles, doesn’t it? You should try to control your reactions, Frank." Frank whimpered as his feet were tied together. He shrieked again as the intruder tickled the soles of his feet. Aaagh, they were so sensitive. Frank jerked on the ropes that held his hands above his head, but the rope held firm. "Hmm, you’re still making too much noise. I can’t have that. What can I do to remedy the situation? Ah, I have just the thing here." "MMMNNNOO. GGGMMMPLEEZMMDONDOMTHIS." Frank tried to pull his head away as a purple bandanna was wrapped around his mouth. Who was this guy, and why was he doing this to Frank? He talked as if he knew Frank, but Frank didn’t recognize him. He took another look at the intruder. He was wearing a badly fitting uniform, which Frank had initially thought was a police uniform. On closer inspection, it looked more like something a security guard would wear, but something wasn’t right. He strained to get a glimpse at the shoulder patches. They might tell him something. "I’m cut to the quick that you don’t recognize me, Frank. After all, you wouldn’t have been able to buy this house if it hadn’t been for me. And I was wearing Armani the last time you saw me, instead of this shitty get up. But still, I am hurt that you don’t recognize me." "GGGMMOHMMGOD!" Frank felt his heart sink. This guy had looked vaguely familiar; now he could place him. Frank had been able to buy the house with the reward money that he had received when information he had provided had lead to the capture of Ray Clemens, master embezzler. But, he knew that Ray was in jail. Oh God, that wasn’t a security guard uniform that Ray was wearing, it was a prison guard uniform! "Ha, I see that the penny has finally dropped. Thanks to you, I got nabbed the second I stepped off the plane in Toronto. I was so happy when I was incarcerated so close to you. It’s amazing the facilities that we’re allowed in these white-collar prisons. I was able to follow what happened to you on the Internet. I was determined to pay you a visit when I could. I have been a model prisoner up to now. I’m probably not very popular right now, especially with the guard whose uniform I am wearing right now. The poor man is trussed up in the trunk of his car right now, chewing on his underwear. However, I ‘m sure you’re not interested in all of that." "MMMNOO. MDDONNMDOOTHATMM!" Frank tried to shuffle backwards as Ray advanced towards him, and leaning down, undid the fly of his jeans. Frank whimpered in fear as Ray pulled Frank’s cock and balls out. What was he going to do to him? OH! Frank hadn’t expected this. Ray was gently stroking Frank’s cock. He moaned through his gag as Ray played with him, stroking his cock, jiggling his balls until Frank felt his cock growing. Why was Ray doing this to him? "Mmmm, yes, that it is very gratifying. You are a good boy, Frank. Now I have a another treat in store for you." "MMOOHHNNOOO!" Frank cried out as Ray took another long piece of rope and began tying it around his cock and balls. Ray yanked on the rope, and Frank yelled again. Shit, that hurt. Ray smiled as he grabbed the chair, and standing on it once more, tied the end of the rope to the same beam to which Frank’s hands were fastened. "There, that’s much better. You won’t be running away anywhere soon, will you? I’d thought that we had tied up you up firmly the last time, but obviously I was wrong. This time you won’t be going anywhere." Frank tried to shift his weight, but when he moved, the rope around his cock and balls pulled. Ohh, this wasn’t fun. He didn’t like this one little bit. What fiendish vengeance did Ray have in store for him? "I’ve got just one more thing to add. It will be much more fun for me if you can’t see what is going on." Ray was waving a red bandanna in his hand. He let it flutter in front of Frank’s face, drawing one end over Frank’s forehead. He had a devilish grin on his face as he walked behind Frank. Frank saw the bandanna come down in front of his eyes, and then he was in darkness. Frank knelt in darkness. Minutes passed. Nothing happened. He couldn’t hear anything, not even a rustle. His heart was pounding. What was Ray up to? Was he going to leave Frank like this? Helpless, hands over his head, mouth gagged, cock and balls tied, blindfolded. Frank could feel sweat rolling down his flanks. Then he heard footsteps moving across the concrete floor. "MMMAGGGGHHNOOO!" That bastard Ray. He was tickling Frank’s feet again. Frank had jerked forward, and felt the rope around his cock pull tight. He steeled himself for another attack on his sensitive soles, but heard Ray walking around him again, circling him. Then his nipples were tweaked. He yelled and jerked again, and once more the rope pulled at his genitals. On and on it went, Ray stroking, tickling, and caressing. Frank was sobbing, giggling and groaning. Through it all, his cock stayed hard. "Mmm, I think that’s enough of that. I didn’t just come back for vengeance you know. All the time I was in prison, I thought about how hot you looked, all tied up and gagged like that. Now you’ll find out how hot I found you." "MMMMPPHH? MMMOHHMMYY!" Frank moaned as the rope around his cock was loosened and he felt something warm engulf it. Oh, WOW. Oh, he had never had this done to him before. Oh, it felt so good. OH MY GOD! "Gee, I wish I could stick around for seconds, but I’m afraid someone is going to find that guard. I used his cuffs and some rope on him, but you never know. Don’t worry, big boy. I’ll let someone know where you are. And don’t worry about me, I’ve still got plenty of cash stashed away. I’ll be fine. I’ll be in touch, Frank. See ya!" THE END   Frank played by Sam   Photography by Caitiff

Alone Time

18 photos

Model: Brad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/10/2001

Break In!

19 photos; 4:27 video

Models: Cliff

Date OF Production: 04/10/2010

Ticklish

24 photos; 5:53 video

Model: Donovan Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 7/16/2015

Tables Get Turned

29 photos; 4:27 video

This would so easy.  All Greg had to do was slip in without being noticed.  He had no problem jimmying the lock.  He made no sound as he entered the door.

Now to sneak into second floor and surprise...

Greg suddenly felt somethign cold and metal against his head.

.....

It was a few hours later before Greg regained consciousness.  He was bound and gagged, chains holdign him down to the chair.

This had nto gones as he hoped.   Greg played by Dominic
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/12/2011

Toast! by Soft Touch

23 photos

All I wanted was a nice warm place to XXXX for the night and there didn't seem to be anyone around in this old building I found. So I found myself a nice spot, spread out my blanket roll, and I was just starting to XXXX off when I began to hear these strange noises. Somebody was moving things around and I thought I could hear somebody whistling. At first, I was scared that maybe it was the police. So I got up really quiet and started tip-toeing from room to room while my ears followed those really strange sounds. And then I saw him! He was a big guy in a black field jacket and a ball cap who had his back to me. And he was whistling quietly while he was arranging a bunch of things on this big table. I moved a little bit closer and peeked around him to see what he was doing. And then I could see a bunch of candles, and boxes of those curly-Q things, and lots of old rags, and a big can of ether. An arsonist! He was going to torch this place! I got really scared, took a quick step back, tripped over my own big feet, and went crashing down to the floor. He whirled around and then he saw me. I tried to jump to my feet, but he was on me in two big steps. He grabbed me up by the front of my shirt, pulled me up to him, and clamped his big gloved hand over my mouth. I started struggling and tried to pull away from him, but he was just too big for me. He dragged me over to the table and then changed his grip on me so that now his arm was wrapped all around my shoulders and his glove was pressing over my mouth. And then he held me there with one hand while his other hand opened that can of ether and started pouring some of it on an old rag. I knew what ether was, and I knew what it could do to you, and I didn't want him doing that to me. So I tried shaking my head from side to side and screaming behind that glove for help, but I couldn't get loose, and nobody could hear me. And then he spun me around to face him, his gloved hand grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me close to his hard body, and then his other hand mashed these cold folds of damp cloth all over my nose and mouth. "Mmommease Mmon'tmon't make me" I gasped for breath and, as soon as I did, these sharp fumes all started rushing into my nose and mouth, shocking my eyes, paralyzing my brain, and making me all dizzy. "Mmo-omease. Mmo! MmI mon't mell mo mo-mone." But he just wrinkled his boxer's nose, smiled at me with his thin lips, and then began gently stroking the back of my neck with his big fingers like he was rocking me to XXXX while more and more of those sharp fumes filled my head and made my whole body heavy and weak. Then his smile got just big enough for me to see one gold tooth before everything started to go really dark. When I woke up again, I was lying back on my blanket roll. It took me a few moments to shake my head clear, and then I remembered ­ the arsonist! I tried to jump to my feet, but my head started spinning from the leftover effects of the ether. So I tried to call somebody for help, but nothing came out of my mouth. My mouth was all taped over! I reached up to pull the tape off, but my hand didn't move. I was tied up! Oh, no! That guy was going to set fire to this place! I had to get somebody to help me get out of here! I started kicking my shoes really hard on the floor, hoping that maybe somebody downstairs would hear me. It was a bad idea. Somebody heard me all right. It was him! He grabbed another piece of rope and tied my ankles together really tight. "What's a matter, kid? You want some more of that XXXX-juice?" I shook my head "No." at him and then started begging him behind the layers of tape plastered over my mouth to please let me go. "Hey, you ain't gonna have long to wait. You be a good boy and maybe I'll take you with me when I go." Then he left me and went back to do his Devil's work. I didn't believe for a minute that he was going to take me with him. What was he going to do with a live witness? No. If I was going to get out of here, I was going to have to do it myself. And then I remembered something I saw in a movie once. If I could just slip my hands down past my legs, then I could get them in front of me to pull this tape off of my mouth, and then maybe I could use my teeth to untie these tight knots. It was worth a try so I struggled and struggled until finally I did it! I was just starting to peel the tape off of my mouth when up jumped the Devil! "You're just full of tricks, ain't you kid? Well, let's see you get out of this!" He rolled me over onto my stomach, pulled my feet up behind me, and then tied my wrists to my feet really tight. "Any more tricks an' you don't get to go with me." The Devil went back to his work. I watched him go and I could feel tears building up in my eyes. These ropes were really tight now, and it felt like my arms were being pulled right out of my shoulder sockets. And then I thought I smelled something. Was that smoke? Did he start that fire already? I struggled and strained and twisted my bound body every way I could. There had to be some way out of this! I just couldn't believe I was really going to die. And then I thought I heard something! I listened carefully. No, it wasn't that big guy's heavy steps. It was something else! "I'm in here! In here! Oh, please! Please help me!" I screamed behind the layers of tape. And then I saw it. It was a pussycat. At first I thought, "Run pussycat! Run! There's going to be a fire!" But then my thinking turned a little desperate. "Here kitty, kitty. Come on, Kitty. Chew on the ropes for your nice Uncle Jamie." But it was no use. This poor pussycat probably never saw "Lassie" or "Fury" or "Rin Tin Tin." She didn't know what I was talking about so she just curled up beside me so that she could keep me warm. The smoke was getting heavier now. It was getting hard to breathe and to keep my eyes open. And I was just drifting off into another deep XXXX when I thought I heard the sound of sirens. And then from far off, I heard a voice say: "Hey, you guys! There's a kid in here!"   THE END Jamie the kid played by Angel The Cat played by Hades Photography by Caitiff

DON'T GIGGLE ME by SoftTouch Pt 2

1:28 video

Craig played by Chris Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:09/04/2005

DON'T GIGGLE ME by SoftTouch

25 photos; 3:15 video

          “We have ways of making you talk.” Craig looked up at the dark figure towering over him and shuddered. The dark figure didn't have a face because he had a dark silk stocking mask pulled down over his head which completely distorted his features. There were two holes cut in the stocking mask for the man’s eyes, but that didn't help Craig much. Those eyes were dark, metallic and looked very cruel and now Craig was wishing that he was someplace else. Craig’s life had seemed so promising when he walked out of Dreamland Inc. just after dark. It had been a hard, but rewarding week and Craig was looking forward to the weekend. But when he reached his car a dark figure suddenly materialized beside him and shoved the snout of a concealed item against Craig’s ribs. At first the concealed item barrel kind of tickled him and Craig started to smile, but then Stocking face had shoved the concealed item barrel harder against him. “I need your complete cooperation Craig,” Stocking Face growled into his ear. After that it was a swirl of confusion as Craig found himself being shoved onto the back seat of his car, then came the ropes wrapping him up tighter and tighter until he could hardly breathe, and then layer after layer of tape was being pressed over his mouth so that he couldn't complain while a dark hood was pulled down over his head. “Now I want you to lie very still,” Stocking Face had growled while he pushed Craig down onto the floor. “If you don't, I have other more painful ways of controlling your behavior.” Craig didn't like the sound of that so he had remained very quiet and very still until finally they arrived here, wherever here was, and Stocking Face had pulled the dark hood off of Craig’s head. “Tell me everything you know about Project Bluebell,” Stocking Face commanded. Craig shook his head slowly from side to side and hummed a sad song behind his taped-over lips. He couldn't tell him about Project Bluebell. That was Top Secret and Craig would lose his job. But Stocking Face just laughed at him. “I was hoping that you would be stubborn. I really like it when my subjects try to resist me. But I am also very patient so I will give you a little time to think it over. Just don't try my patience too much if you know what is good for you.” Craig watched with big eyes while Stocking Face walked out of the room and closed the door. Craig couldn't believe it. They had actually left him alone. Now was his chance to escape. But Craig had no idea that this room was completely monitored by video cameras and microphones, and he couldn't know that even now a smiling Stocking Face was sitting in his control room and watching and listening to all of Craig’s pitiful moans and struggles. So Craig tried as hard as he could. He strained his muscles against the tight ropes, and clawed his fingers at the many knots, and rolled all around on the floor trying to find some way to escape from this terrible trap that he had fallen into. But aside from nearly pulling a couple of muscles and breaking the zipper on his trousers, a sweating Craig was no nearer escaping than when he started. And then the door opened. “Oh my, my, I see that you have had a little accident,” the cruel Stocking Face laughed at him and then Craig began to blush as he looked down at his broken zipper and saw how exposed he was now. “Yes, very interesting,” Stocking Face purred as he knelt down and ran his big hand into the drafty opening between Craig’s legs. Craig screamed behind his gag and tried to pull away, but Stocking Face’s strong fingers wrapped themselves around Craig’s main organ and then began to give it little squeezes. Craig gasped and moaned as he felt himself starting to stiffen against the strange hand. “It always fascinates me to see how some people respond to being tied up like this,” Stocking Face mused. “But that is not what we are here for. We are here so that you can tell me all about Project Bluebell.” Craig blinked the tears out of his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side while he begged Stocking Face to please let him go. He couldn't tell him about the secret project. He had taken an oath not to do that. “I see,” Stocking Face sighed. “Well we had better tie you in a different position. I wouldn't want you to going into shock or something before you tell me what I want to know.” Craig wanted to resist, but by now he was too weak and emotionally drained to even try. He could only watch while the cruel Stocking Face rebound Craig’s hands together in front of him. Then Stocking Face kind of laughed while he dragged Craig’s unresisting body across the hard floor and then lifted up Craig’s legs so that they were propped up against a pillar. Then Stocking Face took his time and enjoyed his work while he wrapped and tied rope after rope around Craig’s legs and the pillar until Craig’s legs were completely splinted to the wooden column. Then Craig sighed a little through his nose because he thought that Stocking Face’s torments were over. But Stocking Face was only just getting started. “My, what nice shoes you have,” Stocking Face taunted Craig. Craig watched in confusion from the floor where he was lying while Stocking Face took his time untying each of Craig’s shoes and then pulling them off of his feet. “My, what nice black nylon stockings you have.” Too late, Craig realized where Stocking Face was going to go next. Craig huffed and grunted behind his gag and tried to pull his feet away from the pillar, but now it was too late. Stocking Face laughed and then ran just the balls of his fingers lightly over the soles of Craig’s stocking feet. Craig shrieked behind his gag and his whole body jumped like he was having a heart attack. “Yes, very interesting,” Stocking Face chuckled. “No, no please, don't giggle me,” Craig begged very sincerely behind the layers of tape that were sealing his lips. And that was just what Stocking Face wanted to hear. So then he began a very carefully calculated tickle attack on Craig’s trapped feet and poor Craig was transported into a different world as his body convulsed and shook and vibrated while his throat filled up with a cascade of shrieks and giggles and gasps until he could hardly breathe. Something like a painful eternity later, Stocking Face finally paused in his attack. “Now will you tell me about Project Bluebell?” Tears were streaming down Craig’s cheeks and his breath was coming in ragged gasps, but he still shook his head from side to side and refused to give in. That delighted Stocking Face. “You have courage young man. That is very good. I have been looking for a young man with courage to try out my new therapy on.” Craig blinked tears out of his eyes and watched from the floor while Stocking Face fairly danced over to the other side of the room. Then he pulled aside a large drape cover to reveal a sectioned exam table that was all surfaced in padded leather and fitted with an assortment of hard leather straps. And surrounding the exam table Craig could see a family of electronic and mechanical machines that were fitted with all sorts of strange looking probing fingers. “Once I get your clothes off, I think we are going to have a lot of fun finding out just what you know,” Stocking Face chortled. Craig sighed and swallowed hard while his main organ gave a sudden twitch. He had no idea that the computer game business could be so exciting or so dangerous. THE END   Craig played by Chris Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:09/04/2005

The Enemy by Alai

39 photos

Alan was always the big man on campus. From an early age, he was always a ladie’s man, quite the athlete, and an instant political leader in just about anything he put himself in charge of. 
YEESS!!! HE Thought THE WORLD REVOLVED AROUND HIM! Even his teachers were submitting to his theories and speeches on world government and global peace strategies. Every day I walk into class, there is Alan with all his girlfriends around him telling him how good he looks and trying to convincing him to one of them them to the senior prom. It was just agonizing to listen to his bullshit all the time.


You may be asking why I hate him so much? Well, back in grade school, Alan was a shy little bastard. I thought it was funny that he was smaller than everybody else his age, so for my own pleasure, myself,’The Ratî’ the king of the sixth grade, punished him severely in front of everyone. One day, I backed Alan into a corner and beat the crap out of him during gym because he challenged me to a duel. I punched him repeatedly in the ribcage and watched him gasp for air over and over again. Afterwards, when he was about to faint, I hoisted him up by his hair and XXXX him out cold on the ground. His nose was bleeding on the pavement. 

“He is finally out of his misery!” Alan’s motionless body made me think he was dead, but I just didn’t care. Feeling good for what I had done to him, I faced the other students with my sounds of victory, then the unexpected happened. A foot came crashing into my breastbone like a thousand locomotives hitting me all at once! I fell to the ground in shock feeling absolute pain and began to cry. There was Alan standing over me with his bloody nose dripping all over my face. He grabbed my shirt, his eyes angry with rage, and raised his hand like to karate chop me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was going to make chop suey out of me and I did not see it coming. Then in front of everyone, I cried out “Finish Me!” I hoped that I would go out of this pathetic world with honor, but he picked me up, grasped my jugular, and said: “ If you ever attempt to harm me or any other person again, I will personally see to it that your finished!” He droped me to the ground and walks away. Ever since that day, Alanís confidence level increased ten fold and no one dared to get in his way. For myself, my reputation was finished, and my gang of followers all became Alanís best friends. I was outraged. I expected to be remembered as a martyr, but instead I became the outcast of the school while Alan became Hegemon of the Sixth Grade. 


Over the years up through our senior year, I watched Alan beef up into a popular jock who always get his way in everything. His amazing muscular body attracted all the girls worth asking out, and they could not stop falling all over him. His tight circle of friends, my former ìrats,î served as bodyguards that kept everyone at bay. He was being treated like the President of the United States and all I get was snotty remarks about how unattractive I look or how displeasing I am to talk with. Then the last toothpick fell when Alan asked my girlfriend to the prom and she dumped me right there in the fuckin classroom! I had no other alternative to control my anger, but I waited until after school to let it all out.

Then a sickening idea came to my mind. What if Alan suddenly disappeared out of existence; then I will have my kingship knighted upon me once again, and everybody will forget about Alanís stupid hegemonial debates and follow me. Hey, what a great idea! Alan was always the last one to return from his track practices, so I rounded up my remaining friends and waited for him to return to the locker room.    


How EVIL I was. When the time is right, we’ll grab him and teach him a lesson he will never forget!
We all stood there in the back room waiting for Alan to be alone. There he was, exhausted and dead tired; perfect, he wouldn’t have enough energy to fight back once he discovers what we have in store for him. We decided to let Alan freshen up first, and when he was about to leave, we made our move silently, but quickly. Alan tried to open the door, but it was locked. Then from behind, I jumped up and did a body wedge right on his back. Alan fell to the ground HARD, nearly breaking his front teeth in the process. He screamed out loud for help, but I just kneeled on his upper back and pressed sharply downward into his spine. Alanís arms were disabled instantly and he was weak. The guys came over with some bungee cords and bungeed him up securely and tied his wrists tightly behind his back. We pulled him up to gagged Alan with his dirty t-shirt from the laundry and took out some thick yellow rope and wrapped one end around his neck several times and tied his throat up so he XXXX on himself if he tries to talk. We carried him outside to the car through the back door and threw him in the trunk.

Poor modest Alan did not understand why we were doing this to him. He twisted and turned violently in the trunk trying to undo the bungee rope that wrapped so tightly around his now sore wrists, cutting off his circulation. I could hear him moan in pain through his gag and I enjoyed every minute of it. Alan felt weaker with his sore upper back, and his shoulders stung him hard as he moved them. We got to my place and pulled Alan out of the trunk. 
”MMMMMLLEETMEEGO!”

The guys held him while I walked up and Alan got scared to see that it was me. 
“So you thought you would take it upon yourself to finish me if I hurt you again, YOU LIAR!” Alan was frantic. ”Now I have you all tied up for my enjoyment, and I will personally break you one piece at time!” Then his gag fell off and Alan made one last attempt to save himself and screamed for help. I immediately pulled out my Gerber and pressed it into his throat’s skin to cut off his voice box. Alan tried to swallow to clear his throat, but the XXXX of the knife was cutting into his tender skin with every gulp he did. ”No one here can hear you scream, so don’t even try. I don’t want to kill you Alan, but guys like you really piss me off!” I tied the rope tighter around his Adam’s apple, and Alan gagged as we dragged him upstairs to begin his ordeal. 

Once inside, I untied his neck to let him talk. ”What do you want with me, what did I ever do to you?” 
”Don’t set yourself to look innocent in front of me Alan, it won’t work.” Alan swallowed and made a loud gulp as he did. ”Still don’t know why you are in this situation, do you? Do you remember the day when you threatened me Alan?”
Alan said, “You threatened me!” 
This really pissed me off. ”No, I just put you out of your misery, and when you surprised me with that karate kick of yours, that was just sweet, but I never threatened to kill you, did I?” 
Alan realized what he has done. ”Soorrry,” he said weeping.


 ”Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I was just going to leave you alone about the whole thing, but when you asked my girlfriend to the prom behind me back, YOU BACKSTABBER, I had to teach you a lesson, and now you will be lucky if you get out of this alive. I am going to enjoy fucking you up!” Rat turned to his subjects, “Tape him up” Alan pulled against the ropes with all his might. This was his last chance before he was captured, but the cords would not loosen. The rats kicked his knees in and Alan fell.

“AAAAHHHH! NOOOOOMMHHPPPPP!” They taped him up so he could not even sob himself for what they were about to do to him. They tied his ankles to a small table and tightened his wrists cutting off more circulation in his hands.  
Rat came up to him and rubbed his knife across his tender throat, feeling his was down his chest and began to rub Alan’s body to calm him down. ”Awe, you look so cute tied up on my table, and your muscles are all tensed up; should I loosen them up for you?”
“MMMMMMHHHHHPPPPPPPP” 

”What that you say kid? Do it some more, ok, if you insist.î Rat began to squeeze Alanís tightly tense muscles hard to cause him pain. He grabbed Alanís breasts and compressed them inward. Alan groaned as his nipples started to sore. Then Rat slapped his back to make it sting, making Alan’s face turn all red. ”Are you blushing at me boy?” Alan shook his head, and he started to jerk the table back and forth to possibly break it and free his legs, but his ankles were even sorer in the process. He was sobbing all over the place begging to Rat to show mercy to him. He was so sorry for what he had done, and he tried to show that through his duct tapped mouth with every ounce of energy he could give, but Rat pulled his head up and felt Alanís sweaty throat and rubbed it back and forth, trying to relax him before Alan had a panic attack. 

“Ok Alan, I’ll put the knife away if that frightens you, but we need to restrict your movement, or your doing to hurt yourself.” The rats pulled some more rope and tied his chest and torso up to the point that Alan couldnít move his arms. The guy was still restless; he wanted out of here, and he showed it! ”Guys, It’s getting late; lets get some munchies and weíll take this to the next level when we return. One of the rats said, ìBut I want to play with him. I want to watch him suffer like we suffered all these years! Donít worry my fellow friends, he is not going anywhere; you will have plenty of time with him later, I guarantee. Let him fatigue himself out while we’re gone; he has too much energy to resist what were going to do to him!” They left and Alan was alone. 

He had another chance, and Alan wasted no time trying to take advantage of it. What were they going to do him when they returned, he was so terrified to think about it. All he could focus on was getting away before they got back. Alan got his torso loosened up and was able to move around a bit more. Progress, now he needed to reach his feet, but the table didn’t allow it. So all Alan could work on was his wrists, but his hands were so sore that he could barely move them. He didnít care, it was a matter of life and XXXX, and if he did not get out now, he was sure to be history. His hand started to bleed and he had no energy to go on. Rat really knew his knots, he was a boy scout, great, they taught him well! He fell to the floor and tried once more to loosen his ankles, no use, he gave up and began to pray for forgiveness for what he have done to Rat, hoping that he will let him go when they returned.

They returned to find Alan toppled over with his bloody hands. Rat laughed and untied him, but Alan was too weak to resist. ”Awe the poor guy cut himself while we were gone” They washed his wrists and wrapped them in cloth, then retied them in front of Alan. Then he tied his ankles together and the guys started their playtime. All Alan could do was do what they wanted him to do and hope that he will live through it. He was hungry and dehydrated.

“Lets take this to the next level. Oh, Alan, how cute you look, submitting to me with your begging not to hurt me look, awe how cute, but I know your faking it!” The other guys came around him and began to take him down slowly by hitting Alan where it hurt the most. ”Lets take that itchy shirt off!” They took off his long sleeved shirt and tied it around him. Then Rat pulled his tank top over his head and tied Alanís chest tightly with rope immobilizing his arms completely. Alan squirmed with all his might and fell to the floor and hit himself in the head. ”Better get him back on the table.” Alan murmured .

“MMMMMNNNNOOOOO!” 
”Letís see the rest of him.” They stripped him completely naked and Rat saw that Alan’s genitals were stiffened. “You got morning wood! Right on dude!” Alan groaned through his gag as Rat took some bungee wrap and tied Alanís balls up so they were nice and hard to the touch. Alan was so embarrassed and humiliated to be like this in public. 
Then they tied his hands behind his back and left him there the next morning to go to school. Alan had no energy and he just wished he was dead, so he can be with his long forgotten mother he has missed for so long. Were they going to kill him when they got back; he had no motivation to live and he just lay there and XXXX. Suddenly the door opened and it woke Alan up. He prepared himself for the worst but was shocked to see it was a police officer. The gang had been arrested. His coach lived next door to Rat and heard him scream that morning. When Alan was mysteriously absent, he called the police. Alan was shaking rapidly. They untied him and covered him up with a blanket; Alan could barely walk, and his coach carried him home and took care of him that night. When Alan awoke the next day, his dad was there and Alan was so upset at himself. The coach told him that Rat and his gang were going to prison for life, and Alan cried out loud for forgiveness and his dad asked him why. ”Because he punished me when I threaten to kill Rat when he hurt me long ago.” Then his friends, Ratís former gang members from grade school, all came in the room and hugged Alan and told him why Rat was going to prison and that Alan did nothing wrong on his part. They apologized that they never saw Ratís attack coming when it did, and they felt bad that they were involved with Alanís initial attack in sixth grade. Alan forgave them all and leaned a powerful lesson that day. His dad whispered an Arabian phrase in his ear that meant peace be with you and with others, “Salaam,” and Alan remembered who he really was, and he will never be a judge to others ever again. Thank God for perfect attendance. Alan played by Alai 
Photography and Ropework Anonymous
Story by Alai,  inspired from a personal experience
and a novel written by Orson Scott Card called Enderís Game

Date of Production: 09/10/2004

Turn Up the Heat by Soft Touch

22 photos; 2:08 video

 “You wanted to see me Jessup?”
            Mister Franks looked impatient as he usually was while he stood in the open doorway to Mister Jessup’s apartment.
            “Yea, there’s something I want to show you.”
            Mister Franks brushed right by Jessup and walked into the apartment like he owned the place, which he did, just like he owned a lot of places.  “Okay, but I don't have much time.  I have other things to do today, you know?”
            Suddenly Mister Franks felt a sharp bee sting on his arm.  “Ow!  What the hell?”
            Mister Franks grabbed his arm and tried to rub the pain away while he turned around to confront Jessup.  “What was that?  What did you do to me?”
            But Jessup just smiled and watched while a strange expression came onto Mister Franks’ face.

            Mister Franks opened his mouth to say more, but instead a small moan escaped from his mouth as a sudden wave of dizziness ran through his body and his vision began to blur.
            Easy now, Mister Franks,” Jessup said in a real friendly way.  “Why don't you have a seat right here?”
            And Mister Franks found that he had no power to resist while Jessup pushed him down to have a seat on a hard chair.
            “There, that’s better, now let me make you more comfortable,” Jessup purred into the confused Mister Franks’ ear.  Then Jessup pulled Mister Franks’ unresisting arms behind his back and then began lashing his wrists together with some rope.
            “What…?  What is that?  Is that rope?” Mister Franks’ speech was slurred and he was having trouble focusing his eyes.
            “Don’t try to talk any more, Mister Franks.  I'll do all of the talking.” Jessup purred some more as he XXXX Mister Franks’ slack mouth open a then drew an old paint rag between the landlord’s teeth.


            Mister Franks tried to resist, but now it was like everything was happening to him in slow motion and he couldn't summon up any strength in any of his muscles.  He could only loll his head back and forth while Jessup tied the rag tight behind the landlord’s neck.
            “Your feet must be tired after climbing all those stairs,” Jessup observed.  “But I can fix that.”
            Mister Franks looked down and watched while Jessup pulled off his shoes and socks.  And then there was nothing he could do to stop Jessup from wrapping and tying some more rope around his bare ankles.
            Then suddenly Jessup grabbed the front of Mister Franks’ shirt and made him look up at him.  “There, now I think I got your undivided attention!” Jessup growled angrily.
            Mister Franks tried pulling his hands free from the tight ropes, but he couldn't do it.  And then he tried to protest into the roll of rag that was dividing his teeth, but Jessup just ignored him.
            “For more than a month now I've been telling you that it is too cold in this apartment, but you don't listen!  Well starting now I'm going to give you a little demonstration.”
            Mister Franks shook his head slowly from side to side and tried to tell Jessup that this apartment wasn't any colder than any of the other apartments in this building.  Oil was getting really expensive.
            But Jessup didn't pay any attention to Mister Franks’ garbled words.  Instead he was not too gentle as he turned Franks’ head to look at a big thermometer that was mounted on the wall.  “You look at that.  Look at it!” Jessup commanded.
            And then right before Mister Franks’ eyes he saw the red marking on the thermometer drop down from 55 to 50 degrees.  And then it began falling even lower.
            “Right now it is fairly warm here,” Jessup told him.  “But that won't last long.”
            Mister Franks’ heart sunk while he watched the red mark reach 45 degrees.


            “So I am going to emphasize my point by letting you see just how cold it gets in here!”
            Mister Franks shook his head frantically from side to side and almost choked on the juicy rag that was filling up his mouth.  He didn't like the cold!
            “I don't want you disturbing the neighbors.  That wouldn't be polite.  So first I'm going quiet that big mouth of yours.”
            Mister Franks shrunk back in the chair, but there was no escape as Jessup tore off a wide strip of green marking tape and then plastered it all over Mister Franks’ rag-parted lips and cheeks.
            “And you don't need to look at that thermometer no more.  Pretty soon your body’s going to know just how cold it gets in here.”  Jessup pulled off Mister Franks’ eyeglasses and set them on a counter.
            Mister Franks looked around with his blurry eyes and hummed behind his ragged and plastered lips that he couldn't see without his glasses.


            “Best you close those eyes now,” Jessup warned.
            Mister Franks’ looked up and saw a blurry band of green tape coming toward his eyes.  Then he closed his eyes just in time and moaned a little in fear as he felt that sticky tape pressing down over his eyelids and eyebrows to seal them closed tight and dark.
            “Now I'm going to get my blanket wrap and my crossword puzzle and enjoy a little peace and quiet.  And that’s what I want you to be, real quiet.  So don't even think about making a sound in here until I come back.”
            Mister Franks squirmed in the chair and moaned into his gag.  Jessup couldn't just leave him like this!
            “Maybe when I come back you'll be ready to tell me that you're going to turn up the heat.”


            Mister Franks heard Jessup’s footsteps going into the other room.  Then it became very quiet until Mister Franks began to hear a strange chattering sound.  At first Mister Franks couldn't figure out where that sound was coming from.  But then he realized that it was his own teeth chattering together.  And then he felt a cold draft running up over his bare ankles and then on up over his whole body.
            And pretty soon the only sounds you could hear in the quiet room were the chattering of Mister Franks’ teeth and the creaking of the old chair as Mister Franks began to shiver and shake more and more.
 

Mr. Frank played by Todd Photography by Caitiff