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Rescued? by Caitiff

32 photos

“Mmmmpphh mmmmeeemmmooo!”, Cliff yelled through the tape gag over his mouth. Cliff struggled against the tape that bound him hand and foot to the chair in his apartment. In the other room Cliff could hear his stuff being thrown around. The burgler who had tied up Cliff was not being gentle with Cliff’s possessions. If Cliff hadn’t been so tired from mowing the lawn, he might have had the strength to fight back when the Burglar sneaked in and jumped him. But despite his struggles, the man had managed to XXXX Cliff out. When Cliff regained conscienceless, it was too late. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Cliff grunted again as he strained against his bonds. His shirt, unbuttoned while he had been doing yard work, slipped down over his shoulders while streams of sweat ran down his chest. Cliff had had no idea that duct tape could be this strong. Even his attempt to break the chair he was in was in vain. All he could do was jerk around and grunt as his place was ransacked. Just then Cliff could hear the outside door to his building open. Someone was walking up the stairs to Cliff’s apartment. Someone was coming! Before Cliff could make another sound through his gag, however, the burglar was on him. He wrapped his hand tightly over Cliff’s already taped mouth, making sure Cliff understood just who was in control. “Hey Cliff, you there?”, Dave yelled from behind the door. Cliff had forgotten Cliff had said he would come over today. Cliff’s heart jumped. If he could get Dave to understand he was in trouble, he was saved! “Be quiet!”, the Burglar whispered. Cliff wanted ot yell out and he would have. Though gagged, Cliff could have made enough noise that even a chowder head like Dave could figure out something was up. But the Burglars hands clamped painfully tight on Cliff’s face made the promise of violence clear. “Hey Cliff. i hear you in there. Open the door!” Cliff let out a quick grunt despite his captor holding him. Cliff felt rough hands squeeze his throat. “Hey You ok in there?” NO I am not ok. I’m bound and gagged and being XXXX by a robber you moron! Cliff heard the door begin to open. Cliff had almost forgotten he had given Dave a key. The Burglar, realising that Dave was coming in, silently ran tot he kitchen, signalling Cliff to be quiet if he knew was good for him. Dave entered the apartment and stood for several minutes, his moth agape. Finally Dave seemed to get that His friend was bound and gagged before him. But his reaction after that made no sense. A broad smile spreading across his mouth, Dave sauntered over while Cliff franticly tried to warn him of the robber in the other room. But instead of getting the clue that something was really wrong, Dave instead sat his ass down on Cliff’s knee. What the hell? “Well isn't’ this sweet! I knew you’re girlfriend was kinky but sheesh! You would think she could untie you before she left.” I wasn't’ tied up by Ally, you idiot!, Cliff thought. Wait! What did Dave mean he knew Cliff’s girlfriend was kinky?! “You know, I think maybe I should go over and see Ally while you’re busy here. You don’t mind do you, buddy? Just say so.” Dave was so into his teasing his now enraged but helpless friend, he didn’t even see the burglar as he sneaked up behind Dave. Cliff, also was to preoccupied by his friend’s stupidity to notice. “Yeah, you’re girlfriend is hot! And it’s not really cheating if we let you watch, right? Wow, that would be kinky! Dave didn't’ see the robber until he was upon him. Dave let out a brief yelp before he was taken down. A few minutes later and Dave was no longer in any condition to tease anyone. His hand bound and his mouth taped, he could only stare at Cliff and the Robber while making pathetic moans through his gag. Cliff looked over at his best friend . What an asshole, Cliff thought. To Be Continued Cliff played by Clark Dave played by Stan Date of Production: 10/02/2006
The Reluctant Host by Gilroy

33 photos; 4:34 video

I needed a place to run to for a while. The cops were being a little too nosy for my tastes. Fortunately I knew just the place. It was a farm house off the beaten track. Only one guy lived there from I what I had seen. He would be easy pickings. I XXXX and made up some excuse about needing the phone. That got me in. When I grabbed the guy around the neck and wrestled him to the ground, that got me control. Young guys like this were always easy. They never thought that someone could over power them. I had planned ahead. It was hardly the first time I had had to take control of a guy. I had rope ready and before my young victim even knew what was happening, I had his hands tied bound tightly behind his back. I tied off the rope around his waste so the knots would be out of reach. Next came the tape. I preferred my prey in silent. So I taped his mouth up nice and tight, layers and layers of tape over his mouth. “MMMPPHH!”, The guy moaned pitifully. He struggled against his bondage for all the good it did him. I knew how to tie up a guy so he wouldn’t get free. I could keep him bound and gagged for as long as I wanted. My stomach was growling though. There was no food in the house. Typical single guy. Well, I would obviously have ot go out. But I also needed to keep my new friend from wandering off. A closet door was my answer. My prey tried jerking away when I unzipped his fly and pulled out his man hood. I needed him hard and fortunately he was already halfway there. I stroked his long dick until it grew big enough for what I needed. I could hear the guy making little moaning noises. I supposed he expected I was going to get him off. And if I got bored maybe I would do that later. But right now I needed his dick hard for another reason. I looped some rope around the now swollen organ and pulled it just tight enough that his dick couldn't’ be pulled free. I then tied the other end of the very short rope to the closet door knob. One knob attached ot the other. My hostage now had a leash that would keep him right there. He couldn't’ move very far without yanking on his junk. The rope was so short that he couldn't even try to undo it with his bound hands. The guy gave me an angry glare as I left him like that but I didn't’ care. I grabbed his credit card from his bed room dresser and got some junk food. When I came back, as expected he was still there. Poor guy. His dick was looking a bit sore. It hadn’t gone soft at all. So I undid the rope and then tied up his legs at the knees and ankles. I would be staying for a while so this would let him be a little more comfortable during my visit. I didn't’ want to be a bad guest. My young hostage would of course have to stay bound and gagged the entire time. There was no helping that. I taped up his eyes, put a bandana over his mouth to secure the tape and sat his ass in a chair in the closet. I then closed the closet door so I wouldn’t have to hear his moaning too much while I watched some tv. The End The Hostage Host Uriah Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/20/2011
Utility Man by Fidelis

25 photos; 3:40 video

"XXXX, XXXX. Anybody home?" "GGGMMMSTTOPPMMFUCKINGNOISE!" Grant was getting really, really tired of this little game. If Frank banged on the hard hat one more time, Grant was going to…he realized that his options were somewhat limited. Frank had managed to overcome him with ease, and now here he was, half-naked and tied up and gagged. Perhaps it hadn’t been such a good idea, constantly ragging the company’s accountant. Frank had turned out to possess a powerful set of muscles, evident now that he had stripped off his suit jacket and tie and his starched white shirt. He had seemed like such quiet, wimpy kind of guy, the kind who wouldn’t fight back. Evidently Grant had made a gross miscalculation. "What’s the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue? Here, maybe this will make you more talkative." "GGGGGAAHNNNNOOOO! MOOUCCCH!" Fuck, the bastard had nearly ripped off one of his nipples. Damn, but that hurt. Grant raised his bound hands towards his face, getting ready to rip off the tape that sealed his mouth shut. He was going to give Frank a piece of his mind. "You touch that tape, and I’ll beat you to a pulp. I’ll start off using this, and then who knows what else will catch my fancy after that. You don’t know what I’ve got stored away, do you, Grant my boy?" Grant flinched nervously as Frank sXXXXped Grant’s own heavy leather belt, the one with the big Budweiser belt. He didn’t relish the thought of Frank using that on him. Of course, Frank wouldn’t dare try to beat Grant with his own belt if he hadn’t been all tied up and gagged, but…since he was tied up and gagged, Grant thought it prudent to obey his captor. "Now stand up." "GGGMMHEY! WHATMDOING?" Grant yelled through his gag as Frank XXXX him to his knees. "How does that feel, Grant. I bet you really like that, don’t you?" Grant tried to protest, but since his face was mashed against Frank’s groin, his protests were inaudible. Grant could feel something large and hard pressing against his face through the fine wool fabric of Frank’s suit trousers. Crap, the guy was hung like a horse! Grant felt a faint stirring of envy. It wasn’t fair, why should Frank be so well endowed, while Grant, the macho construction boss, wasn’t quite so generously blessed? "Come on, asshole, show me how you can move. Give those muscles a real workout! Move!" As the belt whistled through the air, Grant rolled and squirmed, trying to evade the huge belt buckle. It kept on missing him by just centimetres. Grant could feel himself working up a sweat. Damn, he was going to buy a new belt, he thought, as the corner of the buckle caught one of his bulging pecs. "Get those legs up in the air, you big wuss. Yeah, don’t you look like a big idiot? Let me take a few pictures, Grant. I don’t think the guys will think you’re such a big tough stud when they see you like this. Grant whimpered in humiliation. Frank was a real bastard. Why, Grant would rip him apart once he got rid of this damned tape. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about those pictures showing up anywhere. Yeah, he would beat him to a pulp, and then take some pictures of his own. He should the guys how they should take care of fairies like Frank. Hey, what was he doing now? Grant really started to sweat bullets as Frank came towards him, scissors in his hand. "You know, I think the guys should see a bit more of you. I know that I want to see more. Let’s get rid of these jeans. You really wouldn’t need them any more. "MMNOOOO!NNOOO!GMMDONT!" "Oh, that is much better, Grant. You are a real dickwad, but you sure do have a nice butt. I can’t wait to get a taste of it. Come on, lean over and give me a better view. If you don’t, you know what is going to happen, don’t you?" Grant whimpered into his gag as he obeyed the orders barked out by Frank. He gasped as he felt Frank fondling his buttocks. Sweat was streaming down his muscular body. Tears came to his eyes as he watched Frank take more incriminating photos. He had to get his hands on that camera. Once he had beaten Frank to a pulp, he would grind that camera into dust. "Just one more shot of you, this time on your knees. Look at the birdie and say cheese. Good boy, Grant. I’m glad that you have shown yourself capable of taking orders. You take a little rest while I download these and start sending them off. " "MMMOOOMMMPHHH!" Grant lay on his side, where Frank had pushed him. Ouch, he had hit his head. He could only lie there, fuming with impotent fury as he watched Frank downloading the pictures and sending them speeding across the Web. Frank was keeping an eye on him, and every time that Grant made a move that indicated he was trying to free himself, Frank would slap Grant’s thick leather belt against the floor in a threatening way, telling Grant that if he didn’t behave himself his bubble butt would be reduced to a mass of raw meat. "There, that’s all finished. Aren’t you lucky that I have access to all of the employee email addresses? All of our customers too! You’re going to be famous, Grant. Now, you look just tempting for words, lying there, all naked and gagged and bound. I think that it’s time that we got friendly, a lot friendlier." THE END Grant played by Tony Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/05/2002

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