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

34 photos; 7:38 video

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

No Smoking By Caitiff

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Everybody in the neighborhood liked Dave. He was a really cool guy, fun to hang with and he was always fixing people's cars for free. But he did have one vice. He smoked about 5 packs a day, blowing smoke everywhere. Not only did he blow all his money but his doctor was telling him he had the lungs of an 80 year old. Dave was 23. Finally we all talked him into quitting. Unfortunately a day later... "Hey man, I thought you were going to quit!?", I asked when we saw Dave smoking outside his apartment. "Yeah, well, I went a day and couldn't take it so I decided I'll quit later." The first day was the hardest and if Dave didn't even have the will power to last through that... We all looked at each other and came to a decision. It was time for an intervention. "Don't worry, Dave, we'll help you quit." "Uhh, ok. How?" Dave asked warily. "Mmmmmppffaaaa mmm!" Dave grunted as loudly as he could. he was probably trying to say something more intelligible then that but the cloth gag that was wedged between his lips made everything come out a mumble. Dave's grunting grew louder and more frequent as he twisted in the ropes we had used to tie his hands and feet with. Not that he had any chance of getting away. The knots stayed secure. But Dave struggled anyway. "We're sorry to be so rough but this is the only way. And with you on vacation, we have plenty of time to help you kick the habit." "Mmmmfff mmm mfffaaaooo!", Dave mumbled angrily into his gag. "You're welcome!" The first few days are the hardest. And it didn't help that Dave had no will power when it came to smoking. Desperately he twisted and rolled and struggled to get free. Though we knew he couldn't get free, and would be promptly retied even if he did, some of us from the neighborhood sat around his apartment and made bets to as too how far he would get. By late that night, I had won. Dave had not only not managed to get free (as I knew he wouldn't. I had been the one to tie him up) but he couldn't even spit out the gag which was tied very tightly in his mouth. Basically, Dave just twisted and rolled and grunted what sounded like obscenities. It was great entertainment. Eventually everybody had to go home. It was late and people had to go to work or church the next day. And the kids had to go to bed. In the end, I was left alone with our bound and gagged neighbor. It had been my idea to tie him up and I had been the one to actually do the knots that now bound our friend. I had a responsibility to look after him. I also didn't have anything to do tomorrow. So I settled onto the couch with a blanket. Strangely the grunting Dave was making was kind of soothing. I lay back and watched him continue struggling as he had been doing all day. Where did he the energy? Secure in the knowledge that my captive was going to remain tied up and gagged, his muffled grunts lulled me to XXXX. The next morning, sure enough, Dave was still on the floor, tied up and gagged. The fight had been taken out of him by the long night on the floor. He was a little sore and more then a little smelly but otherwise fine. "So do you think you are over the nicotine cravings now?" I asked. Still securely gagged, Dave's middle finger gave his answer. Well, you always got crabby when you're quitting. "Don't worry." I said, "I'm sure after a few more days, you won't want a cigarette ever again." I lay back on the couch and watched as Dave suddenly found the energy to start struggling and grunting into his gag again. I just sat there and watched. I didn't mind if I had to keep him bound and gagged all week. The End   Dave played by Rod Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/25/2003

Scientific Revenge, Part Two by Amboy

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Brendan could only plead with his eyes because of the blue tape holding his mouth securely shut, as he watched his nemesis Dylan holding the concealed item and smiling that strange smile of satisfaction. Here he was, the day before he was supposed to receive a major grant for a research project, having been tied up and tape-gagged by an oversized flunkie in the service of his former best friend, who was next on the list to receive the grant if Brendan couldn't show. And apparently, that was the game plan. Dylan replaced the receiver on the phone through which Brendan had just tried calling for help, and fingered the concealed item again. "So, Brendan," he said, "it's obvious that once again, that big brain of yours stops just short. It's almost like senior year of high school, when we tied for first place on the Westinghouse prize, remember?" Brendan just stared at him, too scared to respond. Dylan pushed the concealed item against his victim's temple. "REMEMBER??" "Mmmm hmmm, mmmm hmmm, mm mmmbrr," he grunted quickly, nodding his head furiously, hating the feel of cold steel near his brow. "And then I lost on the technicality," Dylan said sadly, "and you ended up with all the glory. I really thought I would shoot myself to XXXX that day." He put the barrel of the pistol to his own brow, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "But then I realized it wasn't me who should have been dead, it was you." He came around behind Brendan and lifted him to his bound feet. "Oh, don't worry, Professor, you're not gonna die. Not today, anyway. But I've got to get you out of the way." He maneuvered Brendan to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. "Now, sit there and shut up until I find your notes. We've got to wait for Jordan to get back here." For the next hour, all Brendan could do was to sit there, watching Dylan go through his notebooks, taking anything he cared to take or anything that he must have found interesting. Had it not been for the concealed item, Brendan would have tried anything to escape. A XXXX on the door and Dylan was ushering Jordan back into the room, with a Polaroid camera and a large plastic tub with a lid. "This is what we'll take him in," Jordan said. "Good," Dylan said. "Tie his hands in front of him and have him hold this newspaper, so we can prove he's still alive." Jordan did as he was told, and all Brendan could do was shakily hold the paper and whimper softly through his taped mouth while Dylan sXXXXped a Polaroid. "Now on your feet, Professor. Hop on over here to this tub." Brendan did as he was told, standing next to the large tub on the floor, as Dylan re-tied his hands behind his back. Jordan lifted him off the floor in an easy move and lay Brendan in it. "Better if you can't see clearly," Dylan added, removing Brendan's glasses and pocketing them. Although Brendan continued to try to plead with Jordan and Dylan with his eyes and the occasional unintelligible moan through the gag, the lid on the tub was closed in a matter of seconds and Brendan felt himself being transported into a vehicle. But transported to where????? The End?   Brendan played Jacob Photography by Caitiff    

SCIENTIFIC REVENGE By Amboy

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Brendan felt positively giddy as he walked across campus. He had just about nailed getting this grant for work on his graduate thesis in physics, and he couldn't wait. This meant that tomorrow he'd not only pick up a check for six figures to cover his expenses during all the independent study, he'd also be flying off to tour eight different European countries to use any university library and lab he needed, and the check would be presented at a special campus assembly the next day! Of course, Dylan's reaction had been sort of surprising; Dylan had been Brendan's best friend since junior high, and they'd been inseparable all through high school and college up to this point in grad school. Dylan sometimes talked about getting this grant for himself as though his entire academic career would be at stake if he didn't get it, and his disappointment was more than obvious when Professor Morelli read the results in front of the class. In fact, he'd stormed out with barely a look at Brendan. Not that it mattered; Brendan had stopped talking to Dylan just under a year earlier; he'd gotten way too competitive, and though Brendan would always feel a warm spot in his heart for Dylan, he accepted that their friendship was over. Brendan smiled as he turned up the path to his dorm room, absorbed only in whether or not to start making lists of things to pack or to call Mom and Dad first and give them the news. The door had barely closed behind him when he saw Jordan, Dylan's roommate, standing in the middle of the room pointing a edge towards the door. Jordan's nickname on campus and on the football and lacrosse teams in particular was "Moose," mostly for his resemblance to the character from the "Archie" comics. Instinctively, Brendan dropped his kXXXXsack and raised his hands above his head. "Uh...how's it going, Moose?" he asked timidly. "Dylan don't like that you're getting the grant," he said, advancing on the trembling lad, coming up from behind him and holding the edge against Brendan's quivering throat. "Put your hands behind your back." Brendan obliged and found his wrists bound with cotton rope, with more rope circling his shoulders. "Come on, Moose," Brendan said. "Don't be stupid, OK?" "STUPID?!?!" Moose thundered all of a sudden. "You're callin' ME stupid, geek?" He pulled a roll of blue electrical tape from his back pocket and tore off a strip. "You know what's really stupid?" "Wha...what's really stupid?" Brendan asked. "You," Moose said, and plastered the strip across Brendan's trembling lips before pushing him onto the bed. "Think you're so fuckin' smart just 'cause you're good at...at...um....that science shit or whatever? Dylan's smarter than you," he continued. "If you don't show up to get that grant money tomorrow, it automatically goes to the next guy on the list. Guess who that is." He tied Brendan's ankles together, then checked all the knots and started for the door. "No way you're gettin' out of that." Brendan struggled violently for a minute and felt the ropes loosen from around his shoulder, all the while trying to make an audible sound through his tape-gag. Moose just laughed and came back around to hogtie Brendan, then crossed to the mini-fridge and grabbed a Rolling Rock from inside, which he polished off in one gulp and then belched. "I gotta go get Dylan," he said, chucking his car keys into the air with an elaborate toss and catching them on one finger. "Don't go anywhere." It took a few minutes, but Brendan managed to get to his bound feet and hop to the desk, where he tried valiantly to XXXX the cordless phone to the floor. Sure enough, the receiver toppled off the desk face up, and Brendan threw himself on the floor with a thud. He barely managed to dial first a "9", then a "1" and another "1" with his nose. When he heard the far-away sound of the emergency operator, Brendan was making an attempt to scream into the phone through the tape holding his mouth helplessly shut when he heard the door unlock. His eyes widened as he made out the tall figure of Dylan holding a XXXX on him with one hand, his other hand cupping what appeared to be an erection at the front of his Levis. "Well, well, well," Dylan said with an evil grin. "Now you're going to see what it means to meet a mad scientist." To Be Continued   Brendon played by Jacob Photography by Caitiff    

Zac Attack

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Model: Zac Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/23/2014

Where I want You

26 photos; 5:23 video

Model: Donovan Photography: Caitiff Date of Production: 01/09/2015

New Years Crash by Fidelis

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"Woohoo, guys, c'mon! It's New Year's Eve! Time to party!" Sheesh, what a bunch of stiffs these guys were. Matt took another swig from his beer - good thing that he had brought some brewskis with him. Otherwise he would be stuck XXXX some crappy wine from little crystal glasses. This was no way to spend New Year's Eve! He was pissed off that he had allowed Rich to persuade him to come to this boring party. Rich had made him wear a suit and tie, and had even made Matt change his tie. That ticked him off - what was wrong with his Mickey Mouse tie? And now - these jerks were just sitting around and talk, talk, talk. Stocks, partnerships, mutual funds,internships......Yadda, yadda, yadda. They looked at Matt as if he was something that Rich had dragged in from the barnyard, as if he smelled funny. He had to liven this party up somehow. Matt sucked down the rest of his beer and opened another. This was better - he was getting quite a buzz now. Mmm, he could use some real food now - some pizza and wings would go down just right. Why couldn't Rich have something besides those tiny little pieces of toast and smoked salmon and salty fish eggs? Matt finished his beer in one satisfying swig. Time for another one! Damn New Year's hat wouldn't stay on! How come no one else was wearing a hat? Boring old jerks. Didn't know how to have fun. Matt staggered a bit. That nice cold beer was going down just fine. He would have to have his own party, that's all there was to it! Liven things up a bit. Stupid hat. Fell off. Ooops, he'd kicked it behind the couch. No matter, he would wear something else. How bout that lamp shade over there? That would do. Shit. What the hell. Matt had told Rich a hundred times how ugly that damned lamp was- it looked better all smashed up. Now Matt wouldn't have to look at it again. Hey, who turned out the lights? Oh shit. That was the little table with all those doodads that Rich had spent years collecting. Stupid place to put a table in any case. Hmm the rug was soft. Gee, good thing that beer hardly stains at all. Rich was going to be pissed about his rug.....Zzzzzzzzzz. Wha..what? What the hell? Why couldn't he move? Oh boy, Rich really looked pissed. Standing there with that look on his face. "MMMMMMMPHHHH" What was going on here? Uh oh. This was bad, really bad. "Matthew, since you don't know how to behave, you can stay here by yourself. We are going into the den to enjoy the rest of our evening like civilized people. I hope that you take this time to think about the folly of your disgusting behavior tonight. Enjoy yourself." Geez, Matt hated it when Rich talked like that. He must be really ticked off. Wait, he wasn't really going to leave Matt like this for the rest of the evening was he? NOOOOOO. He wouldn't do that, would he? Leave his Matt all tied up and gagged and alone on New Year's Eve? GGGMMMMMMMCOMEBACK! Nope, Matt wasn't going to be left alone. He would get to the den if it killed him. No way was he going to miss the ball in Times Square. Rich was just being a spoilsport. Whew, this was hard work. Rich sure knew his ropes. This crawling around all tied up and gagged was really pooping him out. Mmmm, but....something down there liked it. Just a little rest, just for a minute. OK, time to move. Damn, the stupid couch was in the way. This rug wasn't so soft anymore. Matt's butt was killing him. Let's see. If he could use the couch for leverage, he could get onto his feet. Hopping would be much easier than rolling and crawling all the way to the den. Now those stiffs sounded like they were having a good time. Laughing away. Good, he'd made it onto the couch OK. He'd just catch his breath and try to get on his feet and hop on over to the den. One, two, three. UP. Ooops, down again. One, two, three. UP. Goddamn it, why couldn't he stand up? Why was the room spinning like that? Hmm, better lie down for a minute. That was better. Everything had stopped moving. "Ten, nine, eight, seven..." NOOOO!!!!! He was going to miss it! That bastard Rich had been serious. Matt was going to see in the New Year all by himself, tied up and gagged on Rich's couch. It wasn't fair! But...so tired. Just close the eyes for a few minutes, and then.....the couch was quite comfy. Just 40 winks....ZZZZZZZZ. The End   Matt played by Himself Photography by Caitiff   From all of Us at Bound Guys, have a Happy New (Bondage Filled;-)Year.   And remember if you are going to drink, don't drive!

Pair of Dueces by JM

28 photos; 3:31 video

   I know it was wrong, but I couldn?t help myself. My buddies Orlando and Steve and I had a standing poker night every Tuesday night, it was tradition. Ever since we each married we decided to keep this night open for the usual buddy talk and a good game of poker. I have never been what you might call a card shark, and I suffered for it. The overall winner go to decide the other two’s fate. It usually consisted of someone streaking, or a shooting down half a bottle of liquor, all innocent. However it always seemed that I was one of the two made to humiliate myself. Sure Orlando and Steve had their turns but it was always I who was consistently beaten. This particular night it was my turn to host the game, and I had more than cards up my sleeve. I decided that the only way I had a chance to win was to cheat. I had purchased a deck of marked cards for the game. I hoped that they would be discrete looking enough to fool them. In my head I planned my humiliating scenario for my two unsuspecting buddies. They came over around six o’clock and the game or should I say games began. I purposely lost the first couple of hands so not to evoke suspicion. As usual they commented on how bad I was and the real competition was between them. I chuckled and agreed with them. After this I decided to throw my plan into action. Hand after hand I began to bridge a gap between the three of us. Losing the occasional hand just for sport. The two them sat in frustration at how I was winning. With the final hand I was done, and had won ten out of twenty hands. In pure excitement and vindication, however false it was, I flipped them both the bird and told them to get ready. It was my turn to choose their humiliation and I was ready. I began by making them strip from the waist down. “Come on man, I don?t feel like streaking ?, Orlando whined. “ Fair is fair jackass, off with the jeans”, I yelled. Orlando complied. “You are a natural red head, aren?t you buddy?” “Drop Dead” Steve on the other hand was easier to persuade. Before I knew it they stood before me half naked, barefoot and ready to beat the crap out of me. I loved it. “You guys see the beam over there, I want each of you to lay on either side of it”. For a second I thought they were going to over power me, but they just looked at each other and complied. “Just hurry up and get this over with”, Steve mumbled. I instructed them to stretch their legs on the beam with their backs on the floor. After a few dirty looks and ramblings they both did as I asked. The humiliated look on their faces was priceless. Then the fun began. I retrieved white nylon rope from my utility closet and got to work. I proceeded to bind their ankles together and then around the beam tightly. With a piece of rope I secured their thighs to the beam and to each other. “What kind of kinky game is this man?” “Yeah what are you doing?” I said “Shut up guys, fair is fair!”. I decided that I?d better secure their hands as well just in case. On each side of the beam I secured their wrists to one another’s. “Not so tight asshole”, Orlando whine “Okay you’ve had your fun, now let us go”. “ I just got started guys, your not going anywhere”. “ I’m serious let us go now!”, Steve yelped. “Enough of this boys, if you two wont shut up, I’ll shut you up.” I brought out two bandannas from my hallway closet and walked towards them. “What are you doing with those?” “Don’t you dare man, your dead when we get loose!”. “Who says you’ll get loose bitches?” As I pulled the green bandanna through Steve’s teeth an inaudible sound left his mouth. “Mmmpphhh, Oomph?. Orlando struggled with me a bit but I was finally able to silence him despite his many protests. I stood there and reviewed my handy work.. The boys stretched limbs fighting to no avail, their puffed cheeks from the gags keeping them quiet. “Nnmmpphh...Lemmmppphhh, mmmppphhh!”, they cried. With their feet exposed in such a helpless position I began to wonder. “ Are you boys ticklish? Lets see.. I began to glide my fingers over the arch and bare soles of their feet. The tips of my fingers hovering over the delicate skin they were touching. As I did this I watched as they struggled helplessly bound and gagged. Their toes wriggled in defiance. The skin on their arches scrunched making wrinkles and faces. They held each other’s tied hand hoping to sooth the pure agony of their tickled feet. “HHmmpphh....Aaarrgghhmmpphh!!! Noommmmmm....MMPPHH”, they screamed. I couldn’t help myself. I continued in utter amusement. The balls of their feet knocking against the beam, the red faced humiliation I was inflicting was intoxicating. They fought and mumbled, screamed and wriggled, clenched and moaned, I finally finished. “Okay boys I’m done”, “Mmpphhasmmpphh”, they replied. I decided that after all this I’d better let them cool down before I untied them, I walked slowly out of the room with a smile on my face bigger than the beam the were bound to. It was a great day, I hope I win again next week. The End   The Tickler played by Troy Orlando played by Patrick Steve played by Rod Photography by Caitiff    

Snow-Cone and Texas by Cryptococcus

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Texas Turner set his beer down on the family bible on the credenza and reached for the phone. He belched once and said, "Hello?" "Hey, Texas!" "That you, Snow-Cone?" "Yeah, man. I got it all arranged." Turner lowered his head, raised his eyes, and slowly blinked three times. Then he looked back down. "Tex, you there?" "Uh, yeah. You talking about what I THINK you're talking about, Snow-Cone?" "Yeah, man. I'll pick you up about nine in the morning, okay?" "You DO talk me into some crazy shit, you know? I ever tell you that before?" "All the time, man, but this ain't crazy. You'll see. It's gonna be COOL." "See ya, cuz." "Later, dude." And that was that, thought Texas Turner as he hung up the phone. He'd better hold down on the beer XXXX tonight and think of something convincing to tell Carol and the kids about what he was doing in the morning. *** "I ain't taking my shirt off," said Texas, as he watched the slender, goateed man bind Snow-Cone's hands behind his back. Snow-Cone shrugged. He had removed his shirt and applied his own tape gag before submitting his wrists. He know that "Master" Waynon wouldn't care if Tex wanted to stay entirely clothed. Waynon wasn't even much of a master, anyway. The dude just got off on wearing bad ass leather clothes and tying up folks in his basement. He didn't ask for anything in the way of payment, didn't mess with the folks he restrained, and wasn't into anything sexual, at least not while his "clients" were there. Texas raised an eyebrow and looked at Snow-Cone's baggy jeans. The area below the hips was wider than Snow-Cone's shoulders, and Texas thought it might be easy to hide an erection in there. He still didn't buy that there was nothing sexual in this for Snow-Cone. The kid had been going POOF every Saturday for weeks, and to think that this strange little man with the goatee was the reason . . . "You can keep the shirt if you want," said Waynon. "But turn around and put your hands behind your back now." "Okay," said Texas. He looked at the floor as he felt his wrists being encircled by compliant rope. He was still looking down when Master Waynon knelt and bound together his ankles. Then Waynon carefully tape gagged Texas. When it was done, Texas huffed experimentally through his nostrils and then exchanged a long glance with Snow-Cone. Damned, he thought, if his cousin didn't look handsome bound hand and foot. And damned if the chatty boy didn't HAVE to keep his mouth shut now! Studying Texas's face, Waynon said, "You okay?" Texas could only nod. He thought that being bound was not uncomfortable, at least if the dude doing it knows what he's doing, and apparently, Waynon did. Snow-Cone sank down to his haunches against the wall. At a nod from Waynon, Texas did the same. He noticed Waynon watching Snow-Cone, and he couldn't prevent himself from doing the same. He felt that he had encountered something extraordinary, but that he'd also have a hard time explaining it to anyone who had not experienced it. Being bound was . . . Texas, who had a good vocabulary, found himself groping for the right words. Sexy, okay, but how? Relieving, soothing, trusting, what? "Now I'm going to tie you TO each other. Snow-Cone, face your cousin and get close." Texas saw Snow-Cone's cheek muscles lift beneath the gag, and he knew his cousin must be grinning. Ha! thought Texas. This was just too wierd. If he looked straight ahead, he was looking at his cousin's mouth gag. It was funny that he'd never noticed how much taller than himself his cousin has become. Then Snow-Cone waggled his hips, and Texas raised an eyebrow. Just contact, he told himself, just touching, just an animal response. It doesn't mean anything. And, oh, he could do without the annoying boy giggling behind his gag! Snow-Cone waggled his butt again, and this time the motion drew Waynon's attention. "Hey," said Waynon. "I thought we agreed we were all gonna be straight boys today." Oh, boy! thought Texas. Who in their right mind would guess that he, Texas Ursinus Turner, could get tied up to his cousin in a basement and then inexplicably get horny? And if we all agreed to be straight boys today, what were Waynon and Snow-Cone OTHER DAYS? "Don't worry about him," Waynon said to Texas, "but he ought to have warned you. Being tied up ALWAYS gives Snow-Cone a woodie. In fact, it's one of the things I like about him." Waynon removed the ropes binding the men together, and then he loosened and retied the ropes so Texas was bound to a support pole and Snow-Cone to a large drainage pipe. Waynon hitched up his leather jeans. "I'm gonna leave you guys like this for a while. Don't be running off." With that, he left the room. Snow-Cone noticed that Waynon had not retied Texas's ankles. He nodded at his cousin, and then he leaned out to look around Texas to make sure that Waynon was truly gone. Snow-Cone thought that his cousin's eyes above the gag were enigmatic. He could tell that Snow-Cone was thoroughly enjoying himself. He and Snow-Cone then made a mutual production of looking at everything in the room but each other. Finally, Texas could stand it no more. He looked at Snow-Cone and ennunciated, "Mmpphh?" Snow-Cone answered, "Mpphh-huh!" The two cousins understood each other perfectly, and, as such things go, Texas thought being tied up with Snow-Cone beat the hell out of mowing the lawn . . . and maybe even bowling. The End   Texas played by Sammy Snow-Cone played by Andre Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/05/2006

What Happens By: Nick007

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You know that phrase, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”? Well this story is just too good not to tell. It all started when Rex found an awesome deal on some anime cosplay costumes. The catch was that the seller did not want to ship the costumes since the fabric was delicate. The deal on these costumes was just to bad for Rex to pass up. So Rex told his buddy Jack about the costumes and head for Vegas. Jack did not really care about the costumes that much. He was just excited about going to Vegas. He was going to get some bitches and make his millions there. Of course as we all know, this is the one thing that never happens in Vegas. And Jack was about to meet the real Vegas. The two got off the plane and headed straight to the seller's house. They wanted to get business out of the way before the pleasure begins. The house they went to was off the beaten path just outside of the city. “I'm getting a bad feeling about this.” Jack confessed. “You worry to much. The guy makes cosplay costumes. He doesn't work for the human slave trade.” Rex said. “I'm sure we will be fine.” He then XXXX on the door to a rundown house. The door slowly opened and revealed a man. “You must be Rex. Great to meet you.” the man said as he shook Rex's hand then looked to Jack. “And you must be Jack. Heard so much about you. Come in, come in. I got your outfits all ready. The name's Nick.” The two walked in to a very nice living room. You never would have thought it looked this nice from the outside. “Make yourself at home. Let me get you two a couple of beers.” Nick said as he disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later with two bottlenecks already opened. Rex and Jack each took big swigs of their beers. “So not to be rude, but where are the costumes? Can we take a look at them?” Rex asked. “Sure sure. Thanks to your measurements that you gave me, I was able to make the modifications so that the costumes will fit perfectly. I even gave you the extra room in the crotch for Jack's costume since you said he's rather large down there.” “Ummm,” Jack started, “How do you know what my sizes are, Rex? And how do you know how big I am down there?!” “Well remember that night you XXXX at my place? Well I had to get the measurements for everything that Nick asked for.” Rex explained. Jack turned to Nick. “Why do you need to know how big I am?” he asked. Jack was starting to feel a little dizzy, as was Rex. “It's quite simple really. My clients want to know the size of everything on the man they are buying.” Nick explained. He got up and walked over to Jack and started to undo Jack's pants. The XXXX beer had now taken it's full effect and Jack and Rex were unable to move or do anything to stop Nick. “Now let's just see if Rex was lying or not.” As he pulled Jack's pants down, revealing his 11 inch member. “Woah! You weren't lying Rex. And he's not even hard yet! I am going to make a lot of money off of you! Now let's check you Rex.” Rex, try as he might, could do nothing but let this pervert do as he wished as his pants, too, were pulled down. Both Rex and Jack's consciousness started to fade. “Very nice! Well I better get you two wrapped up and ready to be picked up. Have a nice XXXX.” The last thing Jack and Rex saw was Nick leaving and coming back with coils and coils of rope. “I do love my job!” Nick said. “I get to tie up unsuspecting men and play with them until I sell them. Life doesn't get any better than this.” Nick beXXXX tying up his packages and copping a feel every now and then. Soon he had two handsome men all tied up and ready to go. “Now don't you two go anywhere. I'm going out to go get your new masters.” Nick said as he walked out the door. The End...   Model: Jack Model: Rex Ropework by: Nick007 Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:04/15/2013

Sweet Buns

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Model: Mike Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/23/2007

National Guard Nightmare By: Jase1010

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Ugh. He should have avoided pissing off the guys in his command during this weekend National Guard stint. Dave struggled against the chair he was stuck to. He really shouldn't have told Todd that he was getting paunchy in the gut. He shouldn't have made cracks about what a limpwrist Pete was acting like. And nevermind telling Corey not to show up next weekend because he was an embarrassment to the Guard. Which is why he was currently tied to this chair, stuck in the basement of the guardhouse, with Corey's sweatstained hankie tied into his mouth. They had jumped him after drills. A pillowcase had been yanked over his head, hands slapped his camo'ed butt, and he was manhandled down into this basement. They had shoved his ass into a chair. TIed his hands behind his back. His legs were securely bound to it. The pillowcase was ripped off his head. "Cut the shit!" Dave growled. "Get me outta this!" His four soldiers merely laughed and high-fived each other. Dave had had this coming for a long time. He started to growl some more orders, when Corey approached him and tied his gross handkerchief into his mouth. They had used rough hemp rope, which was biting into his wrists. It seemed the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes got! He mmpphed angrily into his humiliating gag. "Well, Sarge. We had to humiliate you and run but we think you could use a little alone time. Seeing as you find us to be such shitty Guardsmen. Maybe this will give you time to think over how to approach things in the future." With coarse laughter, his guys exited the basement. He could see them crossing the parade field back to barracks. Damn it! He shoved himself around in his bondage chair. The gag was drying his mouth out. He was stuck, helpless, and starting to regret his action. And Monday was very far away The End.   Model: Wolfric Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:09/25/2011

Thug's life by Rundawg

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Nick had always been the "tough" guy. At least that is what he wanted everyone to think. He had to prove himself to his buddies when they dared him to taunt Big Jim. Big Jim lived in what seemed an abandoned house down the street. He was the weirdo of the neighborhood. Nick thought it would be a good way to boost his reputation by scaring the crap out of this creep. He slowly crept into the house through the back door. This was going to be easier than he thought. The dummy didn't even lock the doors. He slowly walked into the room and didn't notice the figure creeping up behind him. Before he could turn around, he was hit with something that turned everythign black. Nick slowly came to. He tried to rub his head but couldn't do it. It didn't take him long to realize that he had been tightly tied up with rope. A piece of tape was slapped over his mouth to keep him quiet. Nick thought of the reputation he would be give if his buddies found him like this. The only option was to get loose and get out of here by himself. He started to roll around and try to get himself in a position where he could undo the knots. As hard as he tried he could not figure out where to start. This guy knew his knots and knew them well. He tried rocking side to side to see if he could feel for something sharp that could help him out. All of a suuden he heard some footsteps heading his way. He turned towards the door and saw as Big Jim walked into the room. "You damn thugs! Why can't you just let me live in peace! I called the police but since it was not a life threatening emergency, they will come as soon as they attend to those matters instead. And I see that you are trying to get loose. Well just to make sure that you stay put...." Big Jim walked over to him with a piece of rope in his hand. Nick noticed that Big Jim rubbed his crotch with his hands. He bent down closer to Nick and rubbed on his crotch. Nick's eyes widened when he realized that Big Jim now knew that his dick was hard as a rock. For some reason or another, being all tied up and gagged aroused Nick. He tried to control it but just couldn't do it. Big Jim stroked himself and Nick for quite some time. All of a sudden he let out a big sigh like some sort of relief. He rolled Nick to his stomach and hogtied him tightly. Hell this is going to be harder then I realized, thought Nick. "That ought to hold you. At least it will give me some time. You better hope the police get here before I am done." said Big Jim. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Nick was really mobilized now. Struggling only made the ropes tighter. He decided to just lay there and do his best, hoping that the police got there before Big Jim came back. The End   Nick played by Johnny Photography by Caitiff    

Cub in the Blue

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Traffic Light Relationship by John

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Brad always knew that his boyfriend Rob had been cheating on him, and he wasn’t going to take it anymore. One night Brad decided to go over to Rob’s apartment and surprise him. “Hey Rob, I bought a bottle of your favorite rum and put it in the fridge for you!” Rob being excited about this eagerly went over to the fridge and started XXXX straight from the bottle. “Damn this is some good shit Brad!” Rob yelled across the room. Brad thought to himself...just keep XXXX it bud. “Oh man, I don’t feel so good” Rob said and fell to the ground XXXX. Unaware that Brad had dropped a little bit of "fun" in the rum, he had just gulped away at the sweet nectar. “That should keep you out for awhile so I can work some magic on you.” “First we have to get you into your naturally slutty state so let’s just remove all these clothes.” Brad proceeded to strip off all of Rob’s clothes until he was completely naked, laying on the bed, unaware that anything was happening to him. “Now just in case you wake up we have to get you helpless.” Brad then ripped the t-shirt that Rob had been wearing and tied his hands behind his back. Then Brad thought…”Don’t want him being able to say anything else or lie to me anymore, so better make sure he can’t speak” and with that, Brad shoved a wad of the cloth from the t-shirt in Rob’s mouth and then used another strip to tie it securely in place around Rob’s head. “There we go, but we’ve only begun this fun little night!” Brad smirked with an evil grin on his face. “Wake up Rob!” Brad yelled as his soon to be ex-boyfriend came to. “Mmmrrrmppffff” yelled Rob as Brad quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “Can’t have you screaming too loud….the neighbors will hear you.” “Now to make sure you don’t go anywhere, I think I’m gonna make you just a little bit more secure” as Brad pulled out his duct tape. “MMMNNooooooorrrrr” yelled Rob as he struggled to get loose. “But to be a warning to your trick you have coming over tonight…oh yes, Rob, I found your little appointment book...I bought some special colors to warn him of your shadiness.” Brad then proceeded to wrap Rob up in the colors of the traffic light, starting with Red as a BIG indicator to would be tricks coming over after he was long gone. Soon after yellow followed and Brad thought as he wrapped Rob’s ass and cock and balls in yellow how this was DEFINITELY the “caution” area. Brad finished off with the green and thought “you know…that white over your mouth doesn’t quite fit with the color scheme” and so he wrapped Rob’s head in the green as well. “No use in you trying to get away, cuz you won’t be able to see where you are going!” as Brad put the last strip of duct tape over Rob’s eyes. “AAAAAhhhhhhhgggg” “Wow”, thought Brad, “I do some pretty good work, maybe I should become an artist, what do you think Rob?” “FFFFFFFuuuuuuuccccc” “Oh, and yes, this does mean our relationship is over” Brad said with an evil smile as he walked out the door! “Have a good night!” The End   Rob played by Drew Photography by Caitiff    

Spread Out by Gilroy

24 photos; 5:55 video

It had been a hard week at Primdale Prep. But now finals were over and several of the students had been up all night partying. Dean was one. He had snuck some booze onto the campus. He and his friends had gotten XXXX in an empty dorm. Dean passed out on the futon, still in his school clothes. His friends had not been quite as XXXX so they decided to have some fun at Dean’s expense. Gathering clothesline and cord and every bit of rope they could fine, they bound their friend to the futon. His hands were stretched out to each end of the bed and tied tightly to the frame. His feet were likewise stretched and bound in rope, pulled taut over the frame. But they didn’t stop there. They used more rope to strap the young man to the bed. From his chest to his legs, Dean was soon covered in rope. To finish the job, they gagged the young man with a dirty cloth. They also blind folded him, first with a hat but then with another cloth. They had finished by the time Dean began to stir. Dean stirred and eventually began to struggle against his bonds. “Mmmpphh!”, Dean moaned through his gag. He strained but the ropes gave him no slack. Satisfied their friend wasn't’ going anywhere, Dean’s comrades left, laughing all the way. They probably shouldn't’ have done that as Dean did not remain alone for long. “Mmmm? Mmmpphh!”, Dean begged for release. He knew someone else was in the room with him. He could hear them. But whomever they were, they didn’t untie Dean. Instead Dean felt hands feeling his body. They tickled his socked feet and pulled on the ropes. The ropes were pulled even tighter around Dean’s body, restricting him even further. Dean struggled against his bondage. He could find no release. Worse the friction was giving Dean a massive boner. It must have been obvious. The mystery hands reached up to Dean’s crotch. Dean heard his fly being unzipped. He felt his dick being pulled out and gently rubbed. “Mmmm... Mmmmmm!... MMMMMMMMPPPHHHMMMM!!!”, Dean shot after only a few minutes of stimulation. He had never been handled by another guy before. With all the studying he hadn't’ even been able to jerk off. Dean hadn't’ realised how horny he had been. Dean breathed heavy though his gag as he heard the mystery hands walk out the room. The End Model: Matthew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:02/17/2012

How It's Done

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Models: Hal & Hector Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 11/06/2006

Banker Busted by Caitiff

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Finders Keepers By Caitiff

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It had happened on the way home from the store. John was normally a very honest person but as he was walking out with his groceries, he spotted a wallet laying on the ground. John wasn't a thief but he picked up the wallet. HE was even about to return it when he noticed it was filled with several hundred dollar bills! Well, the store owner would just pocket the money anyway, John thought as he put the wallet in his pocket. As he walked away with the money filled wallet still in his back pocket, he convinced himself that he would see that the wallet got back to it's rightful owner...eventually. And get back to it's owner it did, though not in the way John had planned. A week and a couple of hundred dollars from the wallet later, John was taking it easy at home when he heard a XXXX. Answering it, he found himself face to face with the biggest man John had ever seen. "Excuse me. But I was told you were at the Save a lot on Chipewa a few weeks ago. You found a wallet. It's mine." The man said in a gruff voice. " A wallet?! No no, you've made a mistake. I didn't find any wallet." John lied. John had not only not made any effort to return the wallet but had 'accidentally' used some of the money to pay bills. But there was way he was going to tell this guy that. "I see." Said the man, his tone not betraying a hint of emotion, "So you are saying you didn't find a wallet filled with money? Because I really need to get that back. " "No, sorry. never saw it.", John tried to quickly close the door. He would have succeeded too, had not the man at his door put a huge hand out. "I hate dishonest people." The man said with a snarl. John gave a small gulp as he stared up at the huge hulking man bearing down on him. "Mmmm!" John grunted incoherently. The several layers of duct tape plastered over his mouth made anything John tried to say an unintelligible moan. He would've taken the tape off if the man at his door hadn't also tied John's hands and legs with clothesline. Bound and gagged on his bed, John could only groan helplessly as he glared at the man. "You've caused me quite a bit of trouble, taking my wallet. I think I'm due a little compensation." The man pushed John over on the bed and made him lay on his stomach. He then began to feel up John's body! "You know, you're not a bad sort. Not too pretty. But my kind of not too pretty. Maybe I should make up for my time with you." "Mmmm!", John moaned frantically. "Maybe later." The man said as he headed out of the room. "let's see what else you got here to make up for my time". And with that the man left John alone. The way John figured, he had better do something fast or else he was going to become this guy's new play thing. And John didn't relish the idea of being a crazy person's bondage sex toy. Wiggling and twisting his bound body, John inched toward the window. If only he could attract one of his neighbor's attention. John was nearly at the window and was about to put his head under the blinds when he heard the man's voice behind him. "Now this is what I get fro trying to make you all comfortable." He said as his hand clamped over John's mouth. "There, now you can't wiggle away so much." John's captor said as he finished hog tying his prisoner. Tied so his feet were bound to his hands, John couldn't do more then roll uselessly from side to side. Something John's captor seemed to watch with no small amount of glee. "You look so cute like that, almost a shame to leave but I got your T.V. and DVD player and I figure that should be a good compensation. if not, I'll come back and take something else." The way the man said 'something else" left no doubt in John's mind he meant taking him! "Oh, I almost forgot" the man said and reached into John's back pocket, taking out the wallet that had gotten John in so much trouble. "Like I thought. You took some of the money. Well, maybe I'll be coming back after all. You hang tight while I pack away your stuff. Got to make room in my trunk." The man then left though John knew not for long. Desperately he strained at his bonds, even though he knew he would never get free in time. The End   John played by Anthony Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/23/2002

Red Jocky Hog Tie

22 photos; 5:29 video

Model: Donovan Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/10/2014

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

Wrestler Garrett by Zac

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Wrestler Garrett By Zac Garrett fought hard to become big and strong for his college wrestling team. Since high school, he loved the sport for it's exercise and strength. He often worked out on the side to improve his strength to easily meet his matches in competition. Garrett used very few supplements, but one he always took was whole whey protein & pure sources of food with well balanced carbohydrates and fats. Garrett was a picky eater & made sure he never binged too much on sweets to satisfy his cravings. Fruit was his sugar and an appetite for winning! Garrett worked through the ranks in his team and was awarded a wrestling scholarship at his college that covered most of his expenses on campus. On the side he also loved to run & would often job shirtless down the streets near his dorm. People loved his nice friendly laid back character and some thought he was sexy. Sexy is more like it as the young man was quite the hairy beast! Garrett never shaved, so his body sweated like a dense forest full of thick fogged sweat that ran down his strong toned body. One day, while Garrett ran after class, he was followed by other runners. It was a busy day and pretty out too. One man jogged behind him and followed Garrett well behind to the gym, where Garrett had wrestling practice. He watched him from above every day from the indoor running track that went around the gym below. He admired how strong Garrett was, and he rarely lost his wrestling matches. Hmmmm, Craig thought, I wonder if Garrett would beat a match with tight roped tied all around his fit body, so tight, that his muscles would get harder and harder with every struggle. Craig loved to play with ropes and duct tape at home and had tied up a few friends along the way for fun. Garrett and he knew each other from class, and Craig invited him over to study for that EEKY calculus test on Friday. When Garrett came over, the two talked and studied for a couple hours, and then Craig brought up wrestling. Garrett had no idea that Craig wrestled, and Craig described a story of how he used to wrestle his older brother before he died in a car crash sadly after graduation. Garrett felt sorry for Craig for his loss, and Craig showed a picture of him. He looked just like him and taller! Garrett said I was always short, and that's why I wrestle to build more confidence that I can tackle anything, and win! That's when Craig asked if he can wrestle Garrett for old times sake. He wanted to see if he still had it in him. Garrett agreed and they both arm wrestled; of course Garrett won. Then they did leg wrestling, and boy were his legs strong, and Garrett toppled over Craig haha! Then it was man to man, and it was tough, very tough, to see the match maker. Garrett barely won and was amazed at Craig's strength. Then Craig asked one more thing. "Could I tie you up and see if you get out of my ropes? I always wanted to see if a strong man like you would feat against my thin ropes, and if you do, I'll take you out for dinner afterward." Garrett was surprised at first but trusted Craig; he was a sweet caring young man. As Craig wrapped rope all around his chest, Garrett watched and stayed still. Craig tightly roped ip everything and tied it securely around his chest arms and wrists. Then he squeezed rope between his armpits and pulled tighter. Garrett was getting quite hard unexpectedly! His lil dude was poking though his tight blue suit! And then Craig saw it, and Garrett felt embarrassed. "Have you ever masterbated before?" Garrett awkwardly said "Yes." Craig replied "I do too, to relieve stress. It's really relaxing, and you fall right asleep." "Really." Garrett nodded, and Craig said he would do it whenever stressed out, and he always felt better. Once his legs were tied, Craig tied them to his harness and suddenly young hot Garrett couldn't move..anything!! Craig watched as he thrashed around and pulled tight to free his hands, and his chest got really sweaty! Mmmph! Uuuummmffff!!! Craig held his hand over Garrett's mouth and listened to his moans. Garrett's eyes were looking back, completely helpless, but tried to remain in control and struggled more while Craig held him tight. It was turning Garrett more aroused, and his lil dude poked out of his suit! "uuuuUUUUMMMMPPPPHHH!!!!" Garrett's friction and stamina thrust his penis back and forth under his suit, and he wet all over his pretty blue suit with one big thrust! He was spent.  Craig laughed and said, "You're one strong hot young man G. It was a real pleasure holding you in my arms while you fought my 'strength' and pushed yourself to the end. Rest now, my boy; let me pet you." Garrett laid in Craig's lap and adored his attention. Craig petted his beautiful black hair and hairy pecs dry. Garrett felt quite warm and relaxed all trussed up like a Spring chicken; more like a well dressed Thanksgiving turkey hehe! "Uummmph!! mmmphff!" Craig laughed and said "you talk too much boy. Just relax and let your worries pass." That's when Craig taped him up hehehe.. "MMMPPH!?!" Garrett didn't know Craig was so very turned on by duct tape. He was! The End? Model: garret   photographer: Zac   Date of Production:10/22/2014

I Spy by Fidelis

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I peered through my binoculars. There he was – sitting on the couch, happily watching TV. Totally unaware of what was going to happen to him. I wouldn’t have any trouble getting into the house – Richard was so careless with his keys, especially for a man in his position, and it had been a cinch to pinch his house key and have it copied. This carelessness with his keys had already allowed me to search his office; I was sure what I was looking for was somewhere in that big cluttered house. But where? I was going to have to ‘persuade’ Richard to tell me where he had hidden it – a task that I would enjoy. I picked up my bag of supplies and made my move. It took me just seconds to unlock the kitchen door. Tsk, tsk. One would have thought that Richard would be more security conscious – just a simple lock. It had been barely worth my while to have new key cut – I could have had this lock picked in 10 seconds flat. The canned laughter of an inane sitcom drowned out any sound that I made. Such a pity that such a good-looking and intelligent man like Richard had such low taste. However, it was convenient for me, allowing me to creep up on him unannounced. I could just see the back of his head. Perfect. I would just reach over and…. "MMMPHHH" Richard cried out in pain as I yanked his arm up. The poor boy couldn’t make much sound as I had my other hand clamped over his mouth. The remote control for the TV fell to the floor as he struggled to escape from my iron grip. The more he struggled, the more I twisted his arm. The element of surprise was on my side. But I couldn’t keep my hand over his mouth forever. I needed both hands free. I had brought something with me that would keep him very quiet. I managed to squeeze both of his nostrils shut, using my thumb and index finger. With both his mouth and nose covered, Richard was having a little bit of difficulty breathing. I twisted his arm even harder – I knew how to cause excruciating pain without causing any physical damage. He went XXXX. I knew that this wouldn’t last long; I had to work quickly. "GMMMUMWANTM?" Poor Richard. He looked so uncomfortable, and so tempting. A neat little bundle, all tied up. My favorite leather plug gag was keeping him nice and quiet, while the rope that secured his upper body kept him from wandering off. I shoved him back on the couch. "You know what I want, Richard. Where the hell is the bloody Verney file? It’s nowhere to be found in the office – you must have it here. I want it NOW!" "MMMFUCKMMU. GGMTRAITOR." He tried to get up from the couch, getting ready to butt me in the stomach with his head. I pushed back down on the couch. "Now, now, Richard. Is that any way to talk to your buddy? Just tell me where you’ve hidden the file, and I’ll be out of here. Be a good fellow, and tell me where it is, and nobody will get hurt." I couldn’t resist chucking him under the chin – he looked so sexy lying there on the couch, all tied up and gagged and helpless. "MMMNEVERMFINDMIT. GMFFUCKMINGMASSHOLE." I grabbed him by the hair. I was getting really ticked off now. "You want to be Mr. Tough Guy? Fine!" I took more rope and had his feet tied together in a minute. He looked up at me, his blue eyes spitting hatred and defiance. This really was going to be fun. I was getting all hot and bothered, and the evening had barely beXXXX. I didn’t really want to hurt Richard, and I knew something about him that I was sure would make him talk. I am really a kind and gentle soul, and violence of any type, unless absolutely necessary, is abhorrent to me. Luckily, Richard had this one weakness……. His eyes bulged out as I began pulling off his socks. "MMWATCHADOING! MMMNNOOO! GMDONT!!!!" Even with his mouth full of the leather gag, his shrieks and screams were truly piteous to hear as I worked on his feet. Just the slightest brush of my little finger sent him into convulsions. He squirmed and thrashed about on the couch, but he couldn’t escape from me. "Talk to me, Richard. Just tell me where that file is, and I’ll go and leave you alone. Come on, you can tell me where it is. There will be no real harm done – just a few bucks in my pocket. And I’ll be out of here for good once you give it to me. Come on, tell where you’ve hidden it." "MMNNOO. MMNEVER!" Hmm, the dear boy was showing a lot more stamina than I had expected. What to do next? I had really thought that the tickle torture would make him break down. I had to think about my next move. In the meantime, Richard was showing remarkable recuperative powers. He was mmmpphhing away through his gag, and trying to roll off the couch. I don’t know where he thought that he was going to go, tied up hand and foot the way he was, but all of this movement was getting on my nerves. Luckily, I had brought a great deal of rope with me. It took me just me a moment to put him into a secure hogtie. He looked terribly uncomfortable, but that was his problem, not mine. If he was going to be so stubborn, he was going to suffer. Even hogtied, Richard was still trying to get free. He seemed to be putting a great deal of energy in rubbing himself against the couch, and he was getting a very odd look on his face. The tenor of his gagged moans seemed to have changed. They were no longer frantic cries for help, but softer, like little whimpers. This was intriguing. What was going on here? I walked over to the couch and flipped him onto his back. My, my, my. What did we have here? He pulled his legs up in a futile attempt to hide the huge bulge in his crotch. It seemed that my buddy was enjoying being tied up and gagged. I looked at his well packed jeans, neatly framed by rope. Hmmm. I thought of a way of getting him to talk. "It’s getting awfully hot in here, Richard. Do you think that I should turn on the ceiling fan? "MMMHMMPH?" "Yes, I think that would be an excellent idea. You seem to be all hot and sweaty too. But first, let me make one or two adjustments." I rummaged around in the kitchen until I found a stepladder. Just the thing that I needed. I sat down on the edge of the couch and unbuttoned Richard’s jeans. "It looks like someone here is a happy camper. That’s an impressive set of family jewels that you’ve got there, Richard. It would be a terrible shame if anything happened to them." "GMMMFFF? NNOOOOO! MMSTOPMMM!" Richard seemed to be quite upset as I roped his cock and balls. I couldn’t resist stroking his cock to make it just a little bit harder. It was already dripping like a leaky faucet; I didn’t want him to cum. I needed him to be nice and hard for what I had in mind. Once I had him trussed up just the way I wanted, I took the end of the rope and pulled on it. He moaned and arched his back. Good. Now for the crowning touch. I pulled over the stepladder and climbed up on it, the end of the rope in one hand. I attached the rope to one of the blades of the fan and climbed down. "Gee, that was awfully hard work, Richard. I’m just dripping. I really think that we need that fan on. Don’t you agree?" ""MMMNNOOOOO. MNNOOOOOOO!!! GMDONTTURNMON! MPLLEEEZZ." "Are you going to tell me where you’ve hidden the Verney file?" I could see that he was torn. Tears stood in his eyes. I was going to have to give him a little more to think about. "Is this the switch that turns the fan on, Richard? If I flick it this way, will the fan start turning? I’m getting warmer and warmer, Richard. I think that if I don’t have that file in my hands very soon, I might start to melt. What do you have to say to that?" "MMLLLTALK. GGMMHINVIDMMCASE. GMMDUMBDUMBER." Ah, success. There was what I had been looking for. Time for me to go. Another mission successfully accomplished, and once again, no blood shed! THE END   Richard played by Troy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/05/2003