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I couldn’t believe the nerve of this cop. I wasn’t bothering anybody. All I did was pull into a parking space, drop a quarter in for fifteen minutes so I could order a latte at my local café, something I do every single damn day. The only problem was there was a particularly long line today…and what does this cop do? He pulls his pig wagon behind me to wedge in my car, parking at a fire hydrant, mind you, and proceeds to smugly enter the café and skip the line so he can get his coffee. I can’t stand cops who abuse their power for something so mundane like that. It’s not like he had an emergency call or anything…he just wanted his caffeine fix like the rest of us in line. So I finally get my coffee and head back to my car, and there’s one minute left on the meter. I jump into the car and get ready to peel out, but this pitiful excuse for a police officer is casually sitting in the driver’s seat XXXX his coffee, refusing to move his cop car so I can get out. As I sit there fuming at what’s going on, Officer Dumbbell gets out of his car and approaches my window. I roll it down and try my best to put on a smile. “Morning officer,” I say through clenched teeth. “Morning, sir. I’m afraid I’m going to have to write you up.” “For what?” “Your meter is expired.” I did my best to explain that I couldn’t pull out of my spot because he wedged me in, but he just stood there silently writing up a ticket with a grin on his face I wanted to rip off with my bare hands. “Have a good day, sir,” he said with a smile, then returned to his car and drove off. This is why good, honest Americans don’t respect the law like they should, because idiots like this guy are taking advantage of the system they’re trained and paid to protect. While looking over the ticket, I made a decision that I wasn’t going to let that happen to me. So I pulled off and followed the pigmobile. It was pretty easy to follow this jerk since he only went around the corner to a nearby park, pulled over and proceeded to go to XXXX. This guy is supposed to be protecting the innocent? He needed to be taught a lesson, and I was the perfect guy to do it. I went into my trunk and pulled out a soaked rag (what it was soaked with isn’t important). I quietly approached the oinker, reached in with the rag and covered his nose and mouth. He woke up immediately, but by the time he started fighting back, he was already on the way. Seconds later he was fast asleep once again, but this time he wasn’t going to wake up. I grabbed a bag from my trunk and locked up my car. Then I opened the cop’s car, pushed him over to the passenger seat and got in. As I pulled away, I looked around to make sure nobody saw anything, and as far as I could tell, nobody did. As impromptu as this was, I felt somewhat liberated by what I was doing. It was about time somebody took matters into their own hands to clean up the trash in this city, even the trash that wears a uniform and badge. I pulled up to a warehouse that I get paid to clean on the weekends. It happened to be a Sunday, so nobody would be there except me. I got out of the car, unlocked the warehouse door, the proceeded to carry Officer Obnoxious inside. I returned for my bag of goodies, locked up the cop car and entered the warehouse. There were numerous rooms inside I could use, and the one that stuck out the most was this barely used room that had very little furniture inside it, which was perfect. All I needed was a chair. I propped the pompous policeman in the chair, then opened my bag of goodies: rope and bandanas galore. I kept this bag in my car for trips to the lumber yard; you never know when you’re going to need to tie some wood to the roof, and bungie cords just don’t cut it. I removed a length of red rope from the bag and proceeded to tie the cop’s hands behind his back. I grabbed another and secure his feet. Everything was going perfectly. I reached into the bag and blindly grabbed an American Flag bandana…how fitting! It felt like I was doing a service for my country anyway, so what better gag for a corrupt cop than that. As I stuck the bandana in the cop’s mouth, he began to stir. By the time he was fully conscious, I had that sucker tied tightly behind his head. I looked down at this poor excuse for an authority figure and gave him the same grin he gave me when writing that bogus ticket. “Guess writing that ticket wasn’t such a good idea anymore, was it,” I said. “Mmmmpppphhh! Mmmmmppph!” “Sorry, that didn’t’ sound like an apology. Besides, I’m not looking for one.” I pulled out a longer stretch of rope and began wrapping it around his torso, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to break away from the chair. As he watched me with concerned eyes, the pleasure inside me grew to new heights. I was enjoying this far too much. I mean, here I was XXXX an officer of the law, a serious felony in every state, and all I could do was smile. I’d never broken the law intentionally in my life, but there was something thrilling about this. I felt like some kind of hero…a vigilante protecting the people of my city from dastardly, corrupt men like Officer Entitled. As I stood back and watched my captive struggled like crazy to no avail, I started thinking about different ways I could go into business. I mean, I could definitely see myself working days at the lumber yard, cleaning the warehouse on weekends and protecting the innocent at night. I would need to wear a costume…only the coolest superheroes had costumes. But first I needed to teach my captured villain a lesson...one he wouldn’t soon forget. “People like you take advantage of their position in society and don’t understand that the badge they wear on their chest is a symbol of trust, honor and integrity. You proved earlier that you have none of those qualities.” “MMMPPH!” “I want you to remember what happens here the next time you decide to abuse the power given to you by the people you’re paid to protect.” I reached out, unbuckled his belt, and yanked it off. The cop looked down at his pants as they loosened and quickly became aware of my intentions. He began to thrash about, which only made my knots more restrictive. I knelt down beside him, grabbed his pants and began to pull them down. Suddenly, the door burst open and two uniformed officers rushed into the room. I immediately threw my hands up in the air. Apparently, my vigilante days were already over. THE END Model: Dante Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-22-2015
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Dennis jumped on top of Brad. Even though Brad was quite a bit bigger then Brad, he went down to the ground in surprise. “You’re mine now.”, Dennis said as he pulled Brad’s hands behind his back and bound them. “Mother fucker! You had better let me go of I’ll...mmmm”, Dennis covered Brad’s mouth with his hand. Brad continued to moan into Dennis’s hand as it covered his mouth. Even through his friend’s jeans, Brad could feel Dennis' dick getting hard. “Time to shut you up”, Dennis said as he produced a rag and tied it in Brad’s mouth. “Mmmpphh! Mmmm!’ Was all Brad could say as the bandana was tied tightly behind his head. Now bound and gagged, Brad was meek as a sheep. Dennis thrilled at having total control over the much larger man. His dick got hard just thinking about how Brad was totally under his control. Even if Brad hadn’t been tied up, Dennis knew he would have done whatever Dennis told him to do because Brad had lost the coin toss. “Now for those big ass feet of yours.” Dennis said as he grabbed Brad’s feet and tied them together. Brad was now bound hand and foot. Dennis admired his friend’s large feet. He knew his friend was ticklish. But first things first. Dennis laid Brad down over the steps. With practice skill, Dennis had Brad’s pants unfastened and pulled down over his ass. With a WHACK!, Dennis slapped Brad’s tender ass. If Dennis loved the sound of Brad moaning while gagged and being under his control, he loved the sound Brad’s ass made when properly smacked. “Ok up you go.” “Mmuff muuu!” Brad cursed. Of course, Dennis knew he didn't’ mean it as an insult. They had played this game before. Brad had lost the coin toss and so was Dennis's bitch until Dennis said otherwise. And down deep, Dennis knew Brad liked it. Otherwise why would Brad keep wanting to play? There was no way Dennis could tie up and gag a big guy like Brad against his will. And to prove that, Dennis made only token resistance as his hands were untied and then retied in front of him to the stair bannister. Brad tensed. he knew what was coming. Dennis had his belt out and he aimed to use it. THWACK! Brad’s ass made a beautiful sound as Dennis laid into it. Again THWACK. And AGAIN! “Mmmmmmmm!”, Brad protested into his gag. But that only made Dennis hornier and hit even harder. Brad’s own dick was getting hard at this point. His mind was racing, wondering what Dennis would do next. It was ok though. Brad knew he couldn’t lose the coin toss forever. Dennis continued alternating between beating and rubbing Brad’s ass. Poor Brad. He wasn't’ the brightest crayon on the box. Months of playing this game and he had yet to figure out that Dennis was using a two headed coin. The End Brad played by Douglas Dennis played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/26/2007
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Things did look good for Frank. What had started off as his chance to make the biggest deal of his career had turned into a night mare when a strange man had tricked his way into Frank’s hotel room and attacked him. Now Frank was bound and cleave gagged on the bed, clad only in a flimsy towel and at this man’s mercy. From the rough way the man man handled Frank’s nearly naked body, he wasn’t sure the guy had any mercy. “Mmmmm!” Frank let out along moan as his ass was slapped hard. “Oh yeah, listen to that!. That’s a nice sound. Can always tell a good ass by how it sounds when I slap it.” Frank grunted in frustration and anger. It was bad enough being tied up and gagged but the guy was handling Frank’s body like it was a piece of meat at market. “Lets see what else you have.” Frank was flipped over, the towel brushed aside to expose Frank’s cock and balls. Despite himself, Frank could feel himself getting harder. It might have been the adrenaline from the danger he was in. Or maybe it was the way the man rubbed and fondled Frank’s nude body. Either way, the frustration was getting to Frank. “My my my, you are a cute little thing. And I have you all to myself!” The man taunted as he grabbed Frank’s hair and XXXX Frank to meet his man’s mouth. The man slid his tongue into Frank’s mouth and explored with along deep kiss. “And such a good kisser too! I might just keep you!” The kissing continued while Frank’s nipples were pinched. The man then moved his mouth to the rest of Frank’s chest, licking every sensitive spot. “Mmmmmnnnoooo! Mmmnoomnommnoo!” Frank gasped through his gag as the man XXXX him. Frank was getting hornier and hornier and there’s was nothing he could do about it. As if Sensing Frank was getting into his abuse, the man flipped him over. Frank’s bubble butt was an exposed target. Whap! “MMMMMMM!” WHAP! Whap! Whap! The reddish imprint of where the man’s hand had slapped Frank’s bare ass stood out like a neon sign. Frank could only wiggle and moan, which only seemed to encourage his abuser. To make matters worse, as he wiggled, Frank’s dick was rubbing against the soft bed. Not enough tot get him off but enough to add to his frustrations. “Mmmmm! Mmpphhhaa!?” Frank tried to beg, to off the man money if only he would let Frank go. Or at least get Frank off. Being bound and gagged, horny but helpless ot jack off was unbearable! IF only the man would remove Frank’s gag, Frank would offer him anything to at least let Frank cum. “You want it, don’t you stud?” The man gloated. He knew he had broken his captive. “Mmmmm!” Frank nodded his head vigourously. “You want me to let you get off? “ “Mmmmmmmmm!”, Yes, Frank thought. If he had to go through this ordeal, at least let Frank get some release. “Yeah, I thought so.” The man said and pushed Frank to the side of the bed. The man then took out a book and began to read! “Mmmmmmpphhhmmm!”, What the hell!? How could this guy push Frank to the limit and then just let him hang? “Oh don't’ worry. I’ll get back to you. I was paid ot keep you all week end so you missed that meeting. Hell, I might even take you with me for free. But I cant’ have you getting spoiled, thinking you get to have fun whenever you want. Make me happy later and maybe.. MAYBE I will let you get off.” And with that the man turned back to his book, leaving Frank a seething pile of frustration. The End Frank played by Connor The man played by Miller Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/28/2011
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Model: Dean Photography by: Nick007 Date of Production: 2-28-2015
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"Are you sure that these ropes are strong enough to hold me? You don't know what kind of a monster I become when it happens." I had tried everything, gone everywhere, but nobody and nothing could help me. And then I heard about this special doctor. They wouldn't tell me his name, and I wouldn't be allowed to see his face, but they promised that his special serum could help me. And right now I was ready to try anything. "Oh no, it's getting dark outside. You've got to hurry. When the moon comes up, that's when it happens. That's when I get so big, and so hard, and it wants so much that I just have to stick it into something. People, animals, water melons -- nobody's safe from me!" "The Doctor is quite aware of your problem Thomas, but we are going to have to keep you quiet so that you don't disturb the other patients." "Yes, yes, anything, but hurry. You don't know what it's like when it happens, when it just keeps growing and growing until I turn into some kind of Shaft Monster. You've got to help me!" "Please Thomas, you must be quiet now and give the Doctor's serum a chance to work." "Oh no! It's starting! Feel it! Feel how big it's getting!" "Calm yourself Thomas. Now we are going to blindfold you until the crisis has passed." I let him blindfold me. I'd let him do anything for me right now. But I wondered if he knew that, if these ropes didn't hold me, he would be my first. And then I felt the pain a terrible pain that started in my chest and my legs and then all concentrated inward toward my crotch until my whole crotch was on fire. The pain was incredible! And then I felt my private muscles screaming to stretch and grow while they were being held back by some invisible XXXX. And then the pain passed away and I felt this relaxing warmth spreading all through my crotch and relaxing me like when you put your head down on a pillow. They took the blindfold off and let me look. And then I saw it, all soft and XXXX. I was normal again, normal for the first time in years! Oh thank you, Doctor X. You have cured me! THE END Thomas played by Louis Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/07/2003
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It had been a long, hot day at the warehouse, and Derek was glad to be home at last. All he wanted was a nice long shower, then to crash in front of the tube. Tired as he was, his discipline won out, and he decided to do his workout before his shower, so he quickly stripped and dropped down to the floor...50 push-ups, then 50 sit-ups, then a nice cool shower. Derek was proud of his toned body...he wasn't massively cut, but his firm bubble butt and nice flat chest suited him fine. "Seventeen...eighteen...", grunted Derek, when he suddenly heard an odd noise from the vicinity of the kitchen. Sort of a thumping, scraping sound.... "What the...??!!" Before he could get to his feet to investigate, Derek was facing an masked man towering over him. He was dressed in black, and his face was covered with a ski mask. In his hand was a large, concealed item, which was pointed downwards at Derek. Derek was in shape and wiry, but the masked man's black spandex T-shirt accentuated the massive bulk of his upper body...he was at least twice Derek's size. "On your feet, buddy", the masked man growled. Derek kept his eyes on the concealed item and did as he was told. "What do you want?" he asked, surprised at the squeakiness of his own voice. "I want you to gag yourself with this," the stranger replied, handing Derek a long strip of thick white cloth. Derek was so stunned by the order, he didn't know what to say, and he accepted the strip of cloth and placed it between his lips. "Pull it tight and double-knot it", he was ordered. Derek pulled the thick cloth into his own mouth as tightly as he could, then reached behind his head to tie it in place. The gag filled his mouth and dug into its corners when he had finished knotting it. "Hands in front!" Derek watched nervously as the gunman laid the concealed item down on a nearby table and pulled several lengths of white clothesline out of his backpack. For a second, Derek considered making a run for it, but the concealed item lying there convinced him it would be smarter to do as he was told. He stood still as his masked man wrapped the rope around his wrists, tightening it with each twist of the rope. Derek was ashamed to be standing naked in front of a stranger, and as the man bound his wrists, his fingers and the ends of the rope flicked against Derek's cock, causing an immediate, embarrassing hardening of his easily aroused shaft. The masked man didn't seem to notice as he ordered Derek to raise his hands behind his head and worked an intricate rope web around his chest and upper arms, pinning his hands back behind his neck. Derek froze as he felt a long rope being worked down from over his shoulders, and down his chest. Suddenly, the masked man grabbed his swelling cock and bound off Derek's ball sac, working the other end back up and behind his neck. The roping on his cock and balls didn't exactly hurt, but the cords dug into his tender, swollen flesh and Derek was shocked to feel himself swell to his full length. His balls felt hot and tight as the rope pressed around the top of his sac and the base of his shaft. "Down, buddy...on your butt", was Derek's next humiliating order. Derek was relieved to feel the ropes holding his cock in bondage loosen slightly as he bent slowly down and landed on his ass. "All the way down on your back!" Derek moaned as the cock-bondage ropes tightened up as his body was extended. He lay patiently as the masked man bound more rope around his knees, ankles and feet. He wished he could sit up again so the ropes around his jewels would loosen. Once his legs were tightly bound, the masked man stood up, looked down at him, grunted in satisfaction, and left the room. Derek, now helplessly tied and gagged, tried to ease the pressure on his balls by pulling up his legs and rolling onto his side. He lay there listening as the burglar trashed his bedroom. After about ten minutes, the studly burglar re-entered the living room and looked down at Derek. "OK, gym rat, you like to work out? Let's see some full-extension sit-ups. Gimme fifty.......NOW!!!!" Derek played by Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 7-10-2005
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Model: Dante Photography By Nick007 Date of Production: 3-22-2015
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“Mmmmmppphhh!”, Desperately Todd tried to make some noise from behind his tight cleave gag. Todd twisted his hands, which were tightly tied. Only a few moments before he had been playing with his nephew and his friend. Both had been bored, wanting to go skating. But Todd’s sister had been adamant that her son was not allowed outside the house. Technically Todd’s nephew wasn't’ supposed to have his friend over either but if it shut the brat up, Todd was certain what his sister didn't’ know wouldn't’ hurt him. Unfortunately his nephew had a weird idea about constituted fun. Todd had been asked to help them learn their knots for boy scouts. Todd didn't’ agree at first. He was finally getting somewhere on this quest on War Craft and couldn't’ be bothered. But the kid whined and whined and WHINED. All Right, I’ll do anything if you just shut up!”, Todd said. he shouldn’t have said have said anything. He also should have been suspicious when the kids had rope at the ready. Before he knew what was going on, Todd had his hands tied up. Then they gagged him. What did gagging have to do with the boy scouts? The boys did know their knots though. Todd twisted and turned but could not get his hands free. Todd would have cut off the game right there but gagged, he couldn’t make anything intelligible. Or maybe the kids were just pretending not to understand what he was saying. Either way they added even more rope around Todd’s arms. Then they went to work on Todd’s legs, tying rope around Todd’s knees and ankles so he was now completely helpless. “Ok, now try to get out!”, Todd’s nephew said. Todd of course had been trying since this started. He really doubted he would get out now. Still he tried none the less, twisting and struggling to get some slack in the ropes that bound him hand and foot. Then suddenly Todd remembered something. His nephew wasn't’ in the boy scouts! Oh shit! The kids seemed to sense that they had Todd right where they wanted. They tied rope from his neck to his knees so he couldn't’ even hop down the stairs. They thne grabbed their skate boards they had hidden in their back packs an left! Oh crap! His sister was not going to like this. Then Todd heard a XXXX on the door! Fortunately it wasn’t his sister but Todd’s friend Chris. Chris could untie Todd in time for Todd to catch up to his nephew and give the kid a good ass beating! But for some reason Chris didn't’ untie Todd. Instead he patted and felt Todd up! “Hey man, how’s it going?”, Chris asked as if his friend wasn't’ lying bound and gagged on the steps. “Mmmmppphh!”, Todd Chris continued this game for a few more minutes before going upstairs where he began to play Todd’s Warcraft character, transferring all of Todd’s Gold to Chris’ character. Chris, of course , had already been told what had happened to Todd from Todd’s nephew. For a mere twenty bucks, Chris would make sure that Todd stayed up for a good long while. Thinking of his cute friend tied up and gagged right outside the door, Chris thought he should have paid the kids instead. The End Todd played by ZackT Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/15/2011
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“But Chief, I didn't do anything!” Navy Boot Camp was proving to be a very confusing place for Recruit Teasdale. This was Sunday morning. All of the good Recruits had gone off to church, and all of the heathens were smoking outside by the wash racks, but a worried Recruit Teasdale was hidden away inside of Chief Marlin’s quarters and not at all sure of what the Chief might do to him next. “Ouch! That really hurts Chief Sir!” Recruit Teasdale complained, but the stern faced Chief ignored him while he made the tight ropes even tighter. Chief Marlin was really angry. Somebody had thought it would be really funny to fill up the Chief’s clean boxer shorts with shaving cream and the Chief thought that it was him, but young Recruit Teasdale had been properly brought up by his Grandmother and he would never play a cruel trick like that. “Please Chief my knees are really starting to hurt.” Recruit Teasdale wasn't lying. He had been brought up to never tell a lie. The floor that the Chief was XXXX him to kneel down on was really hard and Recruit Teasdale wasn't use to such harsh treatment. And now the tightly-tied ropes were beginning to chafe against his wrists and his shoulders were starting to hurt from the awkward way in which his arms were pulled behind his back. But even worse than that, Recruit Teasdale could feel his cheeks burning from a sudden blush. The clever harness of ropes that the Chief had tied over Recruit Teasdale’s bell bottoms was now holding his crotch in a very strange way, and now even though he closed his eyes and told it to stop, Recruit Teasdale could feel could feel his bad love muscle growing and stretching and thrusting itself in a hurtful way against the tight confines of the denim pouch it was hiding in. “Please Chief, I promise you, I didn't do anything wrong!” Recruit Teasdale turned his head around and pleaded with his baby blue eyes – something that had always worked with his Grandmother. “Don't be eye-fucking me!” the angry Chief growled. “Get your nose in that corner!” Recruit Teasdale pressed his nose into the corner formed by the two walls and tried to ignore all the strange little pains he was feeling. Why was the Chief doing this to him? He had really tried to be a good Recruit. Didn’t Chief Marlin know how much Teasdale wanted to be a good sailor and to do what ever the Chief told him to do? All at once Recruit Teasdale felt some tears welling up in his eyes. Oh no! He couldn't let the Chief see him crying! “All right, Meat Head, turn around here so I can see your face!” the Chief commanded. Recruit Teasdale bit his lip and tried to ignore all the little shooting pains that were coming from his sore knees and bound arms while he slowly inched around until he was facing the angry Chief. “Somebody here is a real comedian!” the Chief thundered. “Did you really think you could get away with a cheap trick like creaming my shorts?” “But honest, Chief Marlin Sir, it wasn't me,” Recruit Teasdale tried to keep his voice from breaking. “You're the one I saw coming out of my quarters. If you didn't do it, you know who did. Who was it?” “I…I'd rather not say Sir,” Teasdale lowered his eyes. “Stand up here!” the Chief commanded. Teasdale bit his lip and tried to ignore the pain while he slowly got his feet under him and then managed to stand up in front of the glowering Chief. “You got nothing to say? Well then you won't mind sucking on some sock.” Recruit Teasdale couldn't believe it! All of a sudden the Chief was grabbing his face with his beefy fingers and XXXX him to open his mouth. Then the angry Chief held him tight while he XXXX a ball of white sock in between Teasdale’s lips. The sock felt enormous inside Teasdale’s small mouth and the young sailor began to XXXX and moan with alarm. This couldn't be happening to him! “You want to stay quiet? Okay I can see to it that you stay quiet for a real long time.” Chief Marlin was smiling as he peeled a long wide strip of Navy blue duct tape off a roll and then started moving that sticky binder toward Teasdale’s face. Recruit Teasdale shook his head slowly from side to side and made begging sounds into the soft sock that was filling up his mouth. But the Chief just grabbed him again with his big hands and then began wrapping that sticky tape all around over Teasdale’s sock-spread lips and his neck until the ball of sock was firmly lodged inside of his small mouth. And then the Chief came at Teasdale again with more rope in his hands. By this time young Teasdale was too numb with shock to resist so he just closed his eyes and let his body be turned this way and that while he felt the tight rope closing around his arms and chest until he could feel its hard coils rubbing up against his nipples under his shirt. And then the Chief took another piece of rope and lashed the rope around his chest to the rope that was around his wrists and crotch. It was diabolical! Did the Chief know what he was doing to him? Now every time Teasdale moved his bound wrists, the rope around his chest rubbed up against his hardening nipples, and at the same time it also caused the rope net around his crotch to tighten around Teasdale’s growing package until Teasdale was moaning and sighing into his soggy mouthful of sock again and again. “All right Recruit, back down on your knees!” Recruit Teasdale couldn't help whimpering a little from all of the strange little pains he was feeling while he slowly lowered his bound body back down onto the hard floor. Then the pain in his knees joined all of the other pains while Teasdale looked into the bare corner formed by the two walls and began to feel really sorry for himself. “No, not like that,” the Chief teased. “Turn around here so I can see the tears on your cheeks.” At that point young Teasdale almost did cry. Why was Chief Marlin being so cruel to him? But then he obeyed and slowly inched around on his knees until he was finally facing the Chief again. “What, no tears yet? Well there’s still plenty of time before lunch. You just stay right there and try to remember who you saw messing with my gear. Oh, and Teasdale, you'd better have a name for me when I get back.” And then the Chief just walked out and closed the door. The first thing Teasdale noticed was how really quiet the room was. But then his sorrow quickly turned to anger. What right did that Chief have to tie him up like this? He couldn't go around tying people up, and stuffing socks into their mouths, and then just walk away and leave them to suffer like this! Recruit Teasdale struggled and he strained and he cussed into his soggy sock and used words that his Grandmother had never taught him. But no matter how much he strained his arms against the tight ropes and pushed his tongue against the choking sock, he couldn't even budge one little knot. He was trapped! Then the door opened and Chief Marlin walked back into the room. “Been having fun Recruit?” Teasdale sighed into his gag. This was hopeless! “Have you got that name I asked for?” Teasdale shook his heads from side to side. One of the first things they taught Teasdale in Boot Camp was loyalty up and loyalty down. The fool who had put the cream in the Chief’s shorts may have been some kind of an idiot, but Teasdale wasn't going to get him in trouble. “That’s too bad. I guess you will have to miss lunch.” Teasdale’s empty stomach growled at him, but Teasdale wouldn't give in. “Well, maybe after you have had a nice XXXX you will change your tune.” Chief Marlin grabbed Recruit Teasdale’s bound body and pushed him down onto the hard floor. “Pleasant dreams Recruit,” the Chief laughed and then went out and closed the door. Recruit Teasdale sighed and put his head down onto the cold floor. Then he closed his eyes and tried to go to XXXX. XXXX finally came, and XXXX was followed by more of Chief Marlin’s clever little tortures, but loyal Recruit Teasdale never did tell him that it was Sammy who creamed his shorts. THE END Recuit Teasdale played by DJ Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 03/14/2006
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Dylan was the hot shot at work. People looked up to him for advice because he was a problem solver who didn’t let stress get in his way of anything he wanted. Sometimes Dylan was so overconfident in his decisions, he didn't think how his actions affected the team. Dylan was a winner at heart, and he was not afraid of criticism and wouldn't accecpt crappy excuses. Dylan’s coworkers hated that fact that he came to work everyday laid back and did nothing of value for the company while his team members worked twice as hard to pull his weight. He flaked off and played Wii all day long at work and stared in the bathroom mirror flexing his muscles and gazing at himself. thinking of how hot he was. Unfortuanately, Dylan was the President’s son and the manager of the team! He directed his subordinates to do all the work and took most of the credit when he presented the reports to upper management. During the last two praise appraisals, Dylan was promoted twice by his dad to oversee more and more departments, and the workers responsible for the goods only got a miminal raise and no opportunites for advancement. In truth, Dylan sought to use his coworkers talents for his personal gain and hid the fact that credit due is solely the manager’s becasue he lead the team to victory. One man hated Dylan’s pride, and boy this kid had built up a lot of it! He loved to work out while at work and get to impress all the ladies with his nice beefy frame and confident, but meaningless smile! Dylan once told the team that image is everything, and to him, it was self image. If he could spread out the workload to everyone else, he could do whatever he wanted! Dylan spent most of his time on the clock daydreaming about becoming a popular male model who made lots of money and do whatever he wanted. He loved to see people falling all over him, which boosted his confidence ratio tenfold! Then he tried to be the hero and save the day by telling you what a great job you were doing and never giving you any reward in the end. All Dylan cared about was taking over his dad’s job, so he could give himself free money to live on and concentrate on his future modeling career. Why? Because Dylan loved his good looks and thought they should be harvested for fame. “It’s time to teach that boy a lesson and give him a small taste of his medicine!” Mark said to Rick. “Lets give him a model shoot, but a tough one at that!” Dylan came home to his dark downtown loft to find the lights not working. He reached for a flashlight when there was a large blow to the back of the head! Dylan went out cold. He awoke in a creepy spider infested basement with dim lighting and two dudes in ski masks starring at him. “Whaph duh yuf wamph!!” He found himself stuffed with a thick soggy sock in his mouth with a tight bandanna wrapped around his head. He tried to move but his hands couldn’t move nor his ankles. HE WAS TRUSSED UP AND HELPLESS!! Then flash flash flash the camera clicks and the lights were blinding and hurt his eyes. Dylan squirmed with all his might but his big muscles didn’t nudge the well tied knots that were tightening against his limbs. Mark grabbed Dylan by his hair and strokes his face and whispers “Don’t you look too cute all opened up for us!” Dylan moaned and turned around and felt his cock poking deep into the carpet - HE WAS NAKED! Rick stepped in and got more pic XXXX of Dylan’s nicely enlarged cock and his cute little gagged face. Then both XXXXs stripped their masks off to reveal themselves. “So Dylan; bro...You want to become a popular male model huh?” “What a goal to set for yourself, and look at you now! You’re our next top bound model!” haha Rick dememted towards Dylan’s ear! Dylan was scared now. “So how do we make your new portfolio? Nude and lean? We’ll make sure YOU GET ALL THE CREDIT!” The End Dylan played by Zach Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/25/2009
24 photos; 5:25 video
Giovanni and Gabriel were playing some games on a saturday night, they were very friendly and knew each other very well, as the hour was already past the 23 hours and the parents of Giovanni only comes on Sunday, Gabriel claimed: - I'm getting nervous with this, I do not stop losing this game, we have something else to do? -- Gabriel asked - why has no party to go today, or a movie to watch? - Always has something to do! - Spoke giovanni - Haha, I doubt - said Gabriel - Ok then, I know a cool game! - Giovanni joked - the name of the game is "tied". - You must be kidding! - Gabriel spoke - No,I`m not - giovanni said - works as this, we begin with 10 points, you tie me and if I escape you lose a point, if I tie you and you escape I lose a point, who lost all points first has to do something you tell the other. The game continues until one of them lose all the points ... Not understanding the full meaning of the game, Gabriel acepted play it. - Right then - spoke Gabriel - Cool, wait a second that I get the rope ... - Giovanni said leaving the room and going into the garage. giovani when he returned, Gabriel was sitting in bed waiting and gabriel said: - And who starts? - Then let the luck decide ... Gabriel won, and Giovanni, accepting defeat, waited to Gabriel order he to go over the bed. Gabriel tied Giovanni by the wrists and elbows, as Giovanni had more experience, managed to escape. Giovani, in another turn, tied Gabriel in the bars of the bed, in X, Gabriel had not much experience and can escape, so the game continued, and as the bodies of both boys getting heated, they were taking out their shirts in last round, Giovanni tied gabriel and it was lying in bed, trying in vain to escape. giovani then approached and gabriel turned up and started to take his hand on the sweaty chest of Gabriel, who was no reaction, and very nervous because of being tied on such position. then Giovanni spoke: - Gabriel, you never noticed, but I always liked you, always tried to be near you, and I would say "I love you"... And then, giovanni approached the face of gabriel and kissed him. but Gabriel, even though they are tied, said: - You think I do not understand? I also like you, beauty fool. and they kissed again, - Untie me at once! - Gabriel protested that he was getting tired of that uncomfortable position. - Why should I? - Asked Giovanni, with a Blindfold on the hand - with you so I can do many tricks with you, -- and put a Blindfold on gabriel - what you gonna do? - Asked Gabriel and Gioavanni, putting his hand on the exposed cock of Gabriel, said: - we will let the night decide... Model:Wolfric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/24/2012
22 photos; 4:11 video
It was time for Frank's appointment and Rick wasted no time getting all the prep in order for his next personal training session with Frank. He called with such enthusiasm wanting to get ripped in 60 days and lose 30lbs and was willing to hire Rick as his full time personal trainer to get him ready for summer season. Rick loved clients like this easy money as Frank requested an hour long session 5 days/week. This was what Rick calls his bread and butter work getting him through the bills when business is slow. Frank welcomed Rick in just on time an hour past noon. "So Frank where do you see yourself in 8 weeks? Frank held up some bodybuilding photos and asked Rick if he could look like one of them feasibly in 2 months. "Why sure Frank but it will take a lot of work and effort on your part diet and fitness wise to reach that goal, but it is feasible. "Great how does this work?" Frank asked. "First we need to get your stats such as weight and measurements then determine what your food requirements are and calculate how much you can eat to lose the weight you want to lose within 60 days. Then we'll go over the program step by step..." It was all blah blah to Frank he didn't really care about what this dude offered he just thought he was hot and wanted him in his clutches hehehe... Frank sported an evil grin on Rick checking out his muscled pecs and arms hiding under his baggy t shirt then glanced down his nicely tight buttocks and legs through his faded light blue jeans yuummm... he thought... now how can I do this? Frank studied him well and imagined a plan of attack on this big boy... The two did all the boring crap and started working out together. Frank had his own home gym and the two worked side by side for almost an hour with Frank not building much of a sweat then near the end Rick went to take a leak and wash up, and when he returned Frank was waiting for him XXXX... "Frank! Are you OK? Speak to me man wake up!" Frank laid motionless on the floor while Rick tried to get his vital signs. This has never happened before and kinda freaked him out into a panic. He didn't want his client to be of harm from his training. Then while he looked away Frank grabbed hold behind Rick with a scented gag and held tightly down Rick's chest till he went woosy and fell to the ground. He quickly bound him up by his hands and stuffed a sock in the big boy's mouth followed with a tight cleave gag to keep him nicely stuffed with his soggy workout sock... how cruel Frank thought as he so turned hard through all of this hehe... Then he trussed up the knees and ankles as Rick was coming alert. "mmmppphh mmMMMPPH! MMMMPHHHHHHHHPPPPPP!!" Rick thrashed his big body around on the couch totally shocked to find himself all tied up by someone much weaker than him how the fuck did this happen? There was Frank looking down at him holding a nice bright roll of duct tape... "Now Now If You Play Nice I Won't Be made to Use This..." "MMMPPPPHHH!!!" Frank grasped his captive's lips shut with his beefy gagging hand haha squeezing Rick's lips clean shut with his eyes puffed wide open as Frank observed how helpless his muscles were with all Rick's struggle. Frank wasted no time checking him out... "Now let's see how nice and beefy you are hahaha!" Before long Rick was completely stripped naked and his whole bod was nice and red from sure embarrassment. Frank turned him even more red trussing up his upper body with lots of tight rope squeezing up any resistance Rick tried to pull against the unforgiving ropes. Never in his life has Rick ever thought this guy had it out for him and now was personally training him for something other than bodybuilding... well amazingly enough this struggle is working out muscles he never used before lol maybe he should take note for future workouts... if the abs wont pop with regular training just tie 'em up and watch them squirm around flexing that core so much that it burns the fat off! Hmmmm you learn something new everyday :-) Rick played by Garrettjan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:06/23/2011
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Model: Lyle Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/11/2007
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Model:Hank Photography by Slade Date of Production:02/13/2013
20 photos; 5:41 video
Model: Dylan Photography by Nick007 Date of Production 2-27-2015
35 photos; 5:28 video
Model: Jace Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/10/2010
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Model: Mike Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/04/2006
20 photos; 5:20 video
Model: Aiden Photography By Nick007 Date of Production: 2/23/2015
20 photos; 4:03 video
Model: Matthew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/09/2013
26 photos
Vincent sat there on the floor. His hands tied behind his back, gagged, and his ankles and knees tied together. How could he get himself into this situation? Just a few hours ago he was on the field playing softball with his team. Then his friend used his flaw againist him. “Hey Vince! How about we make this interesting?” James said. “What did you have in mind?” Vincent asked knowing no matter what it was, he was going to agree to it. He never could say no to a challenge and a bet. “In today's game, the one to get the most home runs wins.” “Ok. What do I win when you lose?” Vincent asked. “First off, IF you win... IF.” James said. Vincent chuckled to himself. He thought to himself that James has never hit a home run in his time on the team and he happened to be the team's heavy hitter. There was no way he could lose this bet. “And second, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the day. No matter what it is!” “Alright. I could a personal servant. You're on.” As the game went on, Vincent struck out over and over. He couldn't believe his luck. It was the final inning of the game. It was Vincent's last chance to hit a homer. The first pitch, swing and a miss. Second pitch, he hit a foul ball. Finally, the third pitch, and nothing. “Strike three! You're out!” The umpire shouted. Vincent utterly defeated walked back to the dugout. He passed James who gave him a pat on the butt and said “Dont worry pal. I'll be nice to my servant.” “You do know you actually have to hit a homer to win, right?” Vincent asked. “I'm feeling pretty good about myself. You will be mine today.” James stepped up to the plate, took a couple of practice swings and took his position. The pitcher pitched the ball. CRACK! James swung and XXXX the ball out of the park. Vincent couldn't believe what he just saw. The team just won the game but he lost his bet. Fast forward to later that night at Jame's place. Vincent sits there bound and gagged. He is a man of is word. He said he would do whatever Jame's wanted and he meant it. He also figured this was just a ploy to see how far he would go with it. James pushed Vincent onto his stomach and gave him a very hard spank. Vincent's ass was rock hard and just begged for it. He was still wearing his uniform from the game and was only wearing a jockstrap under his pants. So that swatting felt a harder than it was. James turned Vincent back over and laid a hand on his well muscled chest, slowly moving to his abs. Vincent was confused about what was going on but he liked it. James knelt forward and got right next to Vincent's ear and whispered, “I paid that pitcher off so that I could win.” Hearing that, sent Vincent into a frenzy. He bucked on the floor trying to get out. He was steaming mad. He had been cheated. Try as he might though, he couldn't undo the knots on the ropes. “Good. Tired yourself out. Cause I got you all night long. I'm going to break that arrogant side of yours.” Then End. Model:Vincent Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:12/17/2013
4:48 video
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21 photos; 2:26 video
Bang Bang Bang... Bound and gagged, John spent his anger and frustration pounding on the wall and door of the closet he was locked in. Things were not looking good for John. What had started as a simple job to break into a house and grab some merchandise had ended up with John tied up and gagged naked in the closet. John struggled desperately to get free. The ropes around his wrists had no slack, securing his hands behind his back. He was good and tied up. Even the gag was on his mouth too tightly to get off without his hands. The masked man had made sure John was his tied up. John still had no idea why he had been stripped bare ass naked. Maybe it was a control thing. Maybe the guy figured that John wouldn’t try to escape when his dick was flopping out in the breeze. Well, nude or not, John wasn’t going to just sit here. John listened at the door. He heard nothing for the next few moments. Then John heard what sounded like the front door closing. John’s captor had left, it seemed. Realizing he probably wouldn’t have a second chance, John pushed against the door. It stuck at first. John pushed harder. The closet door banged open. With his feet tied, John had ot hop out of the closet. John had trouble getting his balance at first. He had never been tied up before. But eventually he got confident enough to hop across the room. John’s first obstacle was the stairs. He had to get downstairs to escape. But the idea of hopping down a flight of stairs with his hands tied behind his back didn’t appeal to John. Still, there was no other way. The first jump was the hardest. When John landed safely on the step, he felt more comfortable going down another and another. Before he knew it he was at the bottom of the stairs. He had made it. John briefly contemplated if he should make a break for the front door or try to get loose from his bondage. In this neighborhood, he was leery enough running around naked. But who knows what would happen if he was still tied up and gagged, unable to defend himself. John began jumping to the kitchen. He would find a edge and cut himself free. Maybe grab some clothes. Then when the masked man came back, John would teach him a lesson. Unfortunately there seemed to be no edges around. Not in the drawers or in the sink or anywhere John could find or reach. Not even a butter edge. John glanced over at the fridge. On it was a dry erase board that read “Edges all dirty. Please wash. Slade” If the guy lived alone as John’s fence had said, who was he writing this note too? “Ahem”, John heard from behind. Standing right there was the masked man, who had been waiting for him the entire time. The masked man grabbed John, picking him up easily over his shoulder and gave the young thug a hard slap on his cute ass. Unknown to poor John , the entire thing had been a set up. John’s fence had decided John had outlived his usefulness. And the masked man needed new merchandise. The fence knew the masked man would pay well for a young stud with a bubble butt like John’s Making John think he had a chance ot escape was just the first of many mind games the masked man would pull on his new merchandise, slowly training the bound and gagged stud until he was ready for market. The End. John played by Chad The Masked Man played by Slade Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/15/2011
34 photos; 4:39 video
Peter was sure if it was all worth it. Sure he had wanted to get on the Hornets since he first heard of the team. They were the best team in the regional amateur competitive league. But he had had no idea of the weird shit they did when not on the field. OF course, the time to think about this was not when Peter was already tied up on the futon of one of the players, his hands bound securely behind his back. “Uhhh, so how long do I need to be like this?”, Peter asked timidly. “Why is the newbie talking?”, the team captain asked,”Take that dirty sock and gag him with it.” “Now wait a minute! I didn’t agree to be gag.. Mmmph!”, the sock tied into Peter’s mouth was sweaty and filthy. To make matters worse, duct tape was plastered over Peter’s mouth, sealing the sock in his mouth. To make matter’s worse, Peter had forgotten t wear underwear and the soft satin of his shorts was rubbing against his cock. His large member was beginning to poke out. “Hey look at that!”, one of the team said, pointing at Peter’s huge third leg. Unable to defend himself or stop them in any way, Peter had his dick pulled out all the way from his shorts. This man handling only made Peter even stiffer. His face burned red with embarrassment. “Hey tie his feet. We should begin the real fun.”, another member of the team said and Peter’s ankle’s were lashed together. By now Peter was rolling and turning in his bondage, his dick flopping about. Peter’s nervousness increased. What did they mean by “the real fun”? Peter began to get an idea when his shorts were pulled down, exposing his ass. Each member of the Hornets then lined up, taking turns to spank his ass raw. Peter’s ass was soon red as an apple. and they didn’t stop there. They squeezed and fondled and played with Peter’s ass. They all seemed to do everything they could to Peter’s behind but fuck him directly. And as before, tied up and gagged, Peter could neither defend himself nor protest. Of course, al of this rubbing and abuse only made Peter’s peter even harder. Even if he could protest, his dick betrayed him. Finally after the last man had his chance at Peter’s ass, the team Captain said, “Ok, we need ot confer. Make sure newbie doesn't’ go anywhere!” Go anywhere? he was tied up hand and foot, gagged with his ass and hard dick hanging out. Where exactly ddi they think Peter was going to go? Did they think he would hop down the street bound and gagged and practically naked. Oh God, Peter thought. what if they did make him bunny hop down the street while tied up and erect? Just how much embarrassment was Peter willing to put up with to be on this team? Did he even have a choice anymore? Peter was hog tied, his hands were not now not just secured behind his back but to his feet. Then the Hornets left to another room to talk, leaving their captive alone to ponder his fate. Peter had no idea how long he stayed like that, hog tied on the futon. Every time he moved he rubbed his dick against the sheet, making him even harder. He could move just enough to get hard but not enough to get off. The suspense was bad enough. But Peter realized that if this continued he would agree to do anything the Hornet team wanted if they would only let him get off. When the Hornet’s came back in, Peter wasn't’ sure he was relieved or scared shitless. Peter’s heart raced as the Team Captain stood over Peter’s prostrate form. “Well we’ve talked it over. There’s good news and bad news. The good news is we have decided ot let you on the team on a probationary level. The bad news is, part of the probation is that you stay tied up until the game tomorrow.” “Mmmmmm!”, Peter gave out along moan. The frustration was only going to get worse. Or was it. “Oh and we are going to take turns baby-sitting you so you can get to know your team mates better individually. I advise you make sure you keep them all happy.. if you know what I mean.” Peter’s still hard dick was all the assurance the team Captain needed that Peter would have no problem with this. The End Peter played by Patrick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/16/2007
20 photos; 4:07 video
Model: Hank
29 photos; 4:59 video
Bound Nerd played by Casey
Vengeful Jock played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/2/2024
Tags: tape gag, gagging, hand gag, hog tie, bad guy, socks
24 photos; 2:45 video
Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotten
Bad Guy played Dalton
Photography Caitiff
Date of production: 9/11/2024
TAgs: tattoos, gagging, bad guy, shirtless, cleave gag, tape gag, hand gag, chair tie, twink
30 photos; 6:39 video
Model: Kona
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/11/2024
Tags: dominated, jock strap, gagging, tape gag, hand gag, butt, bad guy, bare foot
24 photos; 6:37 video
Good thing he mopped before this happened.
Model: Kris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/12/2024
Tags: cleave gag, shirtless, twink, underwear, bare foot
35 photos; 6:55 video
Its Hard getting ahead in Business.
Thanks to Marco Grieco for this set
Model: Tonny
Photographer by Marco Grieco
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Tonny's Only fans here: https://onlyfans.com/tape_br
Date of Production: 05/28/2024
Tags: tape gag, exposed, butt, taped up, jock
53 photos
LAshy Guy still has his friend Dave.
Sorry, due to tech issues, no Video this time :-(
Model: Dave
Photography by LAShyGuy
Date of Production: 06/01/2024
Tags: jock, grope, hands above head, cleave gag, OTM gag, blindfold
10 photos; 6:31 video
Model: BitchmanSP
Photographer by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 05/28/2024
Tags: cleave gag, underwear, muscle, fondle, exposed, hog tie, tattoo
20 photos; 3:30 video
Bound Guy 1 played by Adam
Bound Guy 2 playe dby Guru
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: double, underwear, cleave gag, socks, bare foot, twink