BOOT CAMP BLUES by SoftTouch

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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    

Hide & Seek By Zac

30 photos; 2:35 video

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

Rope Games by Vexville

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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

Glossy

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Model: Lyle Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/11/2007

Shaved

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Model:Hank Photography by Slade   Date of Production:02/13/2013

Dylan's Return

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Model: Dylan Photography by Nick007 Date of Production 2-27-2015

Neat Little Package

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Model: Jace Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:07/10/2010

Show a Little Skin

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Model: Mike Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/04/2006

Gym Rat

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Model: Aiden Photography By Nick007 Date of Production: 2/23/2015

Pitching Softballs By: Nick007

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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

Syler Detour

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Breaking Loose by Caitiff

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

Red Bound Hank

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Model: Hank

Sean Down the Pipe

4:30 video

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Best Laid Plans By Cryptococcus

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"I've been your roommate for almost a year," Hank said. "I know you're gay, and that doesn't bother me. Even this doesn't bother me. Okay, put your hands behind your back." Adam grinned and hastened to comply. It was the birthday of his lover Buck, and Adam had asked Hank to leave him tied up and helpless on the floor so Buck could find him that way when he arrived that evening. "I don't know much about tying folks up," admitted Hank. Adam laughed because Hank seemed to be doing fine. His hands were soon securely bound securely, but not too tightly. He had deliberately picked out large diameter rope because he though it would be safer. "Not AROUND my neck," Adam complained. "Okay, we'll just loop it around the back," said Hank, and then he joined the rope he just placed to the other ropes around Adam's chest and upper arms. "Needs something," said Hank. "Tie up my legs?" "Nope. You should be gagged. Where's the duct tape?" Adam's eyes widened. "If you gag me I won't be able to make suggestions." "That's the idea," said Hank. "Nobody likes a NOISY helpless guest. Come on." Adam thought that this was premature, but he leaned back on the couch and presented his face to his roommate. As the tape met flesh, Adam wondered about the few wispy mustache hairs that he had worked on for so long. It might HURT when the tape was eventually removed. "Much better," said Hank. "Now let's get those legs." "MMPHLE," said Adam, as Hank reached for the rope and, using his knees, pushed Adam's legs together. Hank felt a tingle and movement in his jeans, and he was bemused. He was a hundred-percent sure that he wasn't gay, but tying up old Adam seemed to be having a definite effect on him. He quickly looped ropes above and below Adams knees, and then around his ankles. Comfy?" asked Hank. "MMPH," said Adam, with a nod. To demonstrate it, Adam stretched out on his belly. "Hmm," said Hank. As he circled Adam, he looked critically at his handiwork. "You know," he said, you're not completely helpless. You can still HOP. We need to do something about that." "MMNPH!" said Adam, who thought that he was well-prepared for Buck. He even imagined that he must look pretty sexy right then. Adam groaned into the gag as Hank tied his wrists to his ankles. Okay, he thought, this is getting a lot more REAL, but it's still not BAD. Hank considered, and then he reached deep in the bag. The only rope left was pink, but it would have to do. Hank pushed Adam onto his back and found the center of the rope. Then he looped the center around the back of Adam's neck and used his knees to push Adam's bound legs toward his chest. By this time, Hank had an uncomfortable full erection, due to warm contact only, he was certain, and he knew that he'd have to do something about it. "RUMPH," said Adam into the gag as Hank pushed him sideways. Hank liked what he saw, so he rolled Adam onto his other side. Then he returned Adam to a knees up, back down position. "Well," he said, "you're looking pretty helpless to me. Bro, I gotta get ready for my own date, so while you stay there all trussed up like a turkey, I'm going to take a shower. Hank was sure that Adam's plight was not a factor, but he intended to masturbate right away. Adam heard the sound of the shower running. He had no idea why Hank, who wasn't exactly a model of personal hygiene, suddenly needed to take a shower. He had already had one that day. "URRGH," Adam groaned, delighted, into his gag as he flexed against the ropes. It felt so good that he tried it again. He thought about the way time always seemed to pass so slowly when he was helpless and unable to do anything about events passing by all around him. He was not sure that even Buck knew what a turn-on it was for him to be helpless and have somebody else responsible for his well being . . . or lack of it! Several minutes later Adam saw Hank exit the shower with a towel loosely draped around his middle. Adam sighed. Hank was a hunk. Adam again flexed against the ropes. I could free myself, he thought, given enough time. He rolled from side to side, feeling the hardness of the floor pressed against his wrists and hands, the snugness of the ropes around his chest and upper arms, and the gentle but ever present pull of the rope behind his neck. Hank reappeared a few minutes later. He had changed into denim shorts, a print tee-shirt, and was wearing sandals. He grinned at Adam. "You look pretty good down there like that. I just might decide that I like having you this way." "YETH," Adam agreed, wondering if his roommate was serious. Sex with Buck and homemade bondage on demand with Hank? Yes, it could work . . . "Well, I'm not so keen on leaving you here unsupervised like this. You sure you're going to be okay until Buck gets here? Adam nodded his head vigorously. "Okay, it's your choice. See you, roomie." With that, Hank picked up his wallet and cell phone and crammed them into his pants pockets. With a last grin at this roommate, Hank left for his date. Adam immediately relaxed into his ropes, or relaxed as much as his bound position would allow. The apartment was quiet, with the only sounds being the soft whir of the air conditioner and the tick of the clock on the fake mantelpiece. Now we wait, Adam thought. He sighed through his nose, and then he waited for his fantasies to catch up to reality. Then the phone rang. Adam raised his eyebrows as he looked toward the phone. After five rings, the answering machine picked up. "Hey, Adam, this is Buck. Change of plans. My mom and dad are going to grill some steaks, and they said you were welcome to come, too. Can you meet me in the plaza in fifteen minutes? Um, call me on the cell if you can't. See ya there! Thanks!" The End     Date of Production: 06/24/2006

MARCH! by Kirk

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        Reggie was miserable and uncomfortable in the trunk of the car. Tied hand a foot, tape gagged, he had been made to submit to rope and tape and the indignity of being manhandled. The car which was his prison had been going for hours. It was hot, very hot. Reggie was glad they had stripped off his shirt before roping him…”the sweat would only make it more unbearable,” he thought as he tried to move his body in his prison. “Like a fuckin oven, damped and tied, but why,” he asked as the car moved to its unknown destination. Reggie checked the ropes…. They were tied good and tight. He would have to wait. His shanghaier in the passenger seat was sending information on his blackberry. “$50K or you will never see him again.” It was their first job… fast cash. Little did they think they could have asked for more - Reggie was filthy rich. They continued over the George Washington Bridge, the sun baking down on the car as they drove across the Hudson River. “When we get to your house, rope him good,” the driver said. “Yeah, that should be fun. Wonder how tough boy back there likes the heat?” They car got into the left lane and proceeded north up the Palisades in New Jersey, heading toward a small Hudson River town in New York. Reggie was ready to rip the skin from his hands to break free. Finally he realized he better settle down: he was only dehydrating. Any motion in the oven he was tied in only opened each pore of his body as the sweat flowed. He began to daydream. He felt the slap from his older brother across his face. His eyes widened as his brother took the tip of a switch edge and gently traced it across his face and bare chest. Reggie could feel the sweat pouring down his brow and pecs. He knew his brother was playing with him but he felt the terror. The cold edge had contrasted with his hot body: Reggie was tied up in the basement of their home, next to the oil burner which was humming away making hear and hot water. It was near 95 in the boiler room, and Reggie had been placed against some metal poles before the burner by his brother. Stripped to the waste, his arms were spread outward from his body, and they had been tied to the pole at his biceps, elbows, forearm and wrists. He was sitting, and his brother had roped his legs and, with a rope around his ankles, pulled them forward so he was stretched and racked. Roped circled around his neck and torso, binding him to the railings. He could not move. Reggie had let his brother tie him up – a challenge. Now, as he was blindfolded, Reggie realized he was utterly helpless and dependent on his brother. Reggie flexed in the ropes---- he would be there for a while. He just had to sit there and endure the heat and the sweat. “Just like now…….” The daydream ended with blinding light and the smell of fresh air. The car had stopped, and the trunk popped. Reggie’s feet were cut and he was put on his feet, wobbly, by his shanghaiers. “Cooperate and you will live – fight us and this is it--- now MARCH!” Reggie began to walk forward, his body coming back to life in the cool air. He was marched down a flight of stairs into a wonderfully cool basement. “Turn around.” Reggie did as ordered and felt the shanghaier roping his arms to his torso. “Now March toward that door and open it.” Reggie obeyed, feeling his muscles strain as he moved his tied wrists as much as possible from behind his back, and turned the doorknob. He walked to a support beam and put his back against it as ordered. Soon, the goons had roped his torso to it. Once restrained, they retied his feet. “See that generator over there----- we are going for the ransom now and that generator will turn on in 4 hours. You know what carbon monoxide does? They gave Reggie a few slaps to his bare belly and left him to begin to sweat and stare at the generator. Reggie worked on his bounds. Ignoring the pain he flexed as he did at the doorknob and reached the ropes around his chest with his tied hands. Pulling the ropes down and bit he was able to turn around and slip out of them. “Now what, I am stilled all tied up, hand and foot!” Reggie began to hop toward a workbench and looked for anything that could cut the ropes which by now had dug deep into his wrists. Though his fingers were numb, he rummaged but found nothing useful. He squatted and tried to pull his hands under his but and to his front, but there was too much rope. Finally he grinned behind his gag and went ballistic until the knot got free. Reggie was able to untie his wrists, noted the rope marks, removed his gag, and broke free of the house. In their stupidity, his shanghaiers had left Reggie’s cell phone in his pocket. He called for help, and waiting with a looming state police hostage XXXX, he enjoyed watching his shanghaiers get cuffed and stand before him. “Sweating a bit boys,” he asked at the two men, sweat pouring down their face! “I am sure you will sweat a bit more n prison for interstate shanghaing!” The two had their head’s downcast. Reggie smiled as he heard the arresting offers order the two men: “MARCH!”   Reggie Played by Andre Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/08/2006

Golden Cub

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The Intruder Part 2 & 3

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So Business Like

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Date of Production: 1/9/2015 Model : Hank

Giving Back by Caitiff

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“Where is it?” “Hey, anyone see my IPod?” “Didn’t we have more DVDs then this?” It had finally come to a head. For weeks now the Frat house Lambda Kappa Rho had seen stuff go missing. At first no one realized that their missing stuff was part of a larger pattern. But soon the frat house members realized they had a thief in the house and suspicion fell on one of their newest members, Tad. And sure enough, most of the stolen items were found Tad’s room. Most. When confronted, Tad admitted that while he had kept a lot of the stuff for himself, he had sold other stuff to pawn shops for beer money. Tad was given a choice. He could be turned in to the police, which would hurt the house’s rep as much as Tad’s. Or he could make restitution. The stuff that was still missing had to be returned. Unfortunately not only did Tad not recall where he had put all of the claim tickets, he had gone to pawn shops all over town to try to cover his tracks. Disgusted, the brothers bound Tad’s hands behind him to keep him from trying to make a break for it in case he decided to go back on the deal. “Look, I said I was sor..MMPH!”, were the last words Tad would say for a while as duct tape was plastered over his lying mouth. More rope was tied around his knees and ankles, binding him up in a tight little bundle. Tad was left on the steps to ponder his fate as his brothers took the house apart, searching for the claim receipts. The sounds of searching echoed through the house. Although the brothers passed by Tad on the steps, he was persona non grata. They pretended they didn't’ see him as he struggled in vain and moaned pitifully through the thick tape gag over his mouth. Tad, realizing that no one was paying any attention to him, slowly hopped to his feet. One tied feet, he hopped down the steps and towards the door. If he could get to the door, he thought, he could somehow get out of the house, get free from the ropes tying him up and hide out for a while. Tad was almost to the door when he heard , ”Hey!” and found himself surrounded by his frat brothers. They roughly grabbed him. Tad tried to weasel himself out but it was impossible to bull shit when he was gagged. All that could come out were faint “mmphssmmmmm”s . To make sure he didn't’ try to hop away again, the brothers decided to tie his hands to the banister. Cruelly Tad’’s bound arms were XXXX up and tied in that position. “MMMMM!!” Tad groaned angrily. He knew he had done wrong but this was going to far. Tad’s arm’s and shoulders burned from the strain. But Tad’s grunting protests went ignored. “Tape his eyes too.”, One of the brothers said, “So he cant’ tell when ‘s alone. I don't’ want this fucker trying to get away again.” Sticky tape was plastered over Tad’s eyes. Tad was now tied gagged and blind, totally helpless. Tad twisted his bound body, trying in vain to, if not get free, at least settle into a more comfortable position. The ropes bit into his hands and legs. The tape gag seemed to have become part of his face and the blindfold pulled at his eyebrows. “All right. We found all of the claim tickets, we think. So a few of us will stay here to watch fuck head here while the rest go to every pawn shop in town. ” “And if we can’t get everything back?” ”Then we get pay back another way.” Tad could hear the door close with an ominous thud. Tad prayed all of the claim tickets ha been found. He would have gladly helped them look, especially knowing how they planned on taking anything not found out of his hide. But bound and gagged, Tad was helpless. And that seemed to be the way his frat brothers wanted him. Blindfolded, Tad had no way to know how long he stood there. Gagged, he couldn't’ even ask the time. His arms burned and no matter how he twisted or turned, he couldn’t relieve the discomfort. To make matters worse, the remaining frat brothers decided to take out their boredom on Tad’s helpless body. Every so often a hand would grab him and punch him. Sometimes the hands even grabbed roughly at his ass and crotch. Tad could do no more then grunt in protest. After how long, Tad couldn’t say, he heard the door open. Was this nightmare finally over? Had they gotten everything back? “Ok, we have good news and bad news.”, Tad heard someone say. He didn't like the sound of that. “The time had expired and they sold off Jerry’s stereo, Jason’s MP3 player and a few other items.” “So what’s the good news?” Tad’s ears perked as his spirits rose. Depending on the “good news”, he may get out of this yet. “We found a few guys who said they would give us the money to buy new stuff.. IF we loan them Tad for a day or two for some fun. . Our only condition is they keep him bound and gagged the entire time and return him so we can have our own fun.” Tad sagged as much as his body allowed in defeat. The End   Tad played by Tommy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 03/05/2007

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I'm posting my personal media to keep the site updated along with BoundGuys product untill Richard recovers from a horrible car accident. Please bare with me and thank you all for understanding.   Slade

Straight Jacket Daddy

21 photos; 4:34 video

Model: Hank Date or Production 1/09/2015

The Basement. by Kirk

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It was 2:00 am and Roger, a private investigator, found the construction site in the back woods off of route 407. It was hard to see in the dark, the house was set back off the road in the woods. There was some light coming from a basement window and the sound of a generator. He walked slowly. He knew if he got the photos the blackmail would end for his client. He had the money with him: $50,000.00 - 500 one hundred dollar bills. Small price to pay he thought to save the career of a politician. But, that was not his business. He was hired to do a job and he would do it. It was eerie he thought – only light coming from the basement windows, the upper part of the house still a wooden shell. He went around back and pounded on the basement door. No answer, though he was sure he heard voices. He peered through the window - a generator was humming away. He figured they could not hear him so he turned the doorknob and step into the room. Then…. Blindness. Pounding. Grinding noises. Roger tried to focus his eyes, but soon realized they were covered. HE WAS BLINDFOLDED! Worse, he soon realized he was all tied up and gagged. He tried to clear his head, but the sound of the generator was deafening. He called out but only produced mpfff noises. He tried to stay calm. His feet were free but his hands and arms were tightly roped. He checked the ropes. His fingers fumbled for a knot. He realized whoever roped him was good at the trade… the numbness going down his arms into his wrists proved their efficiency with rope. He had to see if they were still there. He began to move his face, trying to drop down the blindfold. At the same time his fingers reached his back pocket --- the money was gone! “So that’s it,” he thought, “…a setup. They got the money and I am tied up! They are probably long gone. Gotta get out of these ropes!” With much exertion and grunting, and using the wall for leverage, he got up, and finally dropped the blindfold when… CHOKING. A hand around his neck was choking him. “You are being a bad boy. Now you know what I look like!” Roger was dumped to the floor, gasping for breath as his feet were tightly roped together. “Now I have to take care of you! Need some more gas for the generator. Be right back.” Roger watched as his captor closed the basement windows and left. The generator was grinding away, now making carbon monoxide that stayed in the room. Roger at once realized his plight. He would soon be DEAD from carbon monoxide poisoning. Roger bucked at the roping, but they held. Using every bit of energy he had, he XXXX himself to his feet. Glad that his ankles were tied side by side, he began to baby step to the door. He dropped to the ground once, and again struggled to his feet. His heart was racing in his chest. He finally got to the door knob and turned it and fell into the hands of his captor! ............................. Manhandled, his captor XXXX Roger against a load column and quickly roped his body to it. In his haste, the door was left open and Roger welcomed the fresh air as his captor tortured his belly with punches and his face with slaps. Helpless, Roger endured his torments. When his captor completed his revenge, he laughed at the bound and gagged captive, and left, locking the door. Roger was helpless and stared at the generator and the gas jug next to it. “Next to it? He forgot to put in the gas? Could it be?” Roger was loosing hope when: darkness. The generator ran out of gas and stopped. Roger heaved a sigh of relief and bucked his torso against the ropes. The ropes holding him to the column gave way, and he fell to the floor. Rolling around in the dark, he made it to the door. Again XXXX himself upright he turn the door know and fell outside into a pile of mud, heavy rain drenching life back into him. Roger worked on his ropes all night but all he produced was rope burn. The wet ropes were impossible to untie. By dawn the rain stopped, and in the morning a construction crew member was shocked to find a bound and gagged man lying in the mud. He untied Roger and both men looked at the rope burn wounds to his wrists. Roger quit being a private investigator. In fact, he joined the construction company. His rescuer would also remind him of the rope burn. One day Roger asked him if he would like to try breaking free. From that time on both men began to enjoy tie up challenges.     Roger played by Hal Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/17/2006

All The Tied Moves by Jase1010

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Max was trying to clear his head, and figure out what had happened in the last 15 minutes. He'd been working out at home when the doorbell rang. He was expecting a UPS delivery of some new wrestling gear he'd ordered, so he didn't even bother looking through the peephole. As he swung the door open, he was disappointed not to see the familiar brown uniform of the UPS guy, but instead a stranger in jeans and a black T-shirt. "Sorry to bother you, my car broke down and my cell phone's dead. Could I borrow your phone to call Triple A?" the stranger said. "I guess so," Max said with a smile. As the stranger stepped forward, his right arm suddenly shot out, and the thick fist landed right on the sweet spot on Max's glass jaw. Max went down like a sack of potatoes. Now he was trying to clear his head, as he came to on his bed. He grunted, and realized he was tightly gagged. His wrists were bound in front of him in a thick bundle of coiled black rope. His first instinct was to try to pull off the tape gag, so he raised his hands to his face and tried to get a grip on the wide band of tape. "Down, boy." It was the voice of the stranger, who entered the bedroom pointing a shiny silver concealed item at Max. Max froze and grunted into his gag. "Lay down, Sport." Realizing he had no choice, Max acquiesced to the stranger's demand. Within a few minutes, his ankles were tied to his thighs in an awkward forward hogtie. The stranger then tied a rope around Max's waist and attached it to the rope on his wrists, after threading it through his ass cheeks. Then some more rope was wound tightly around his chest and biceps. After double-checking his ropework and smoothing down Max's tape gag, the stranger stood and left the room without a word. Max immediately started to struggle. He couldn't believe that his strength was defeated by a few yards of tightly knotted rope. He clawed with his fingertips at the knots on his ankles and thighs, but the way he was bound prevented him from gaining any headway. Every time he found a knot, his fingertip would slip over it without making any progress. As he struggled helplessly, Max reminded himself to buy a door chain as soon as he got loose. MMPPPPHHHHH!!! The End   Max played by Jace Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:06/10/2010