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

25 photos; 3:30 video

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

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

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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

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  

Duct Taped Trusty By: Nick007

24 photos; 2:57 video

“MMMPPHH!!!” was all Joe could get out through the gag. He awoke and found himself gagged with a bandana. As he looked down he found he had tape wrapped around his chest and around his wrists behind his back. Plus for some reason he was wearing a prison uniform. Joe is on the board of trustees of a big international department store. Now whoever did this to him did not tape his feet together. He thought to himself that he didn't want to find out who did this. Better to get away first. Joe got to his feet and moved to the only door in the room, only to have it open, unexpectedly, and XXXX him over. When he looked up at who opened the door, he couldn't believe what he saw. It was him! Whoever this guy was, he could have been a twin of Joe. In fact he was wearing Joe's best suit. In his best muffled voice he asked “Who the hell are you?!” “Why, I'm you.” the man said. “You see, you've made some enemies in your company. And they want you gone. So they hired me.” The man picked Joe up off the floor and pushed him against the wall. “Now stay put while I make you more comfortable.” The fake Joe began wrapping more duct tape around Joe's ankles and thighs. Fake Joe decided to feel up Joe and look him straight in the eye. “It's not gay. It's masturbation!” Then Fake Joe realized that Real Joe's pants were getting tighter. “Oh you like this sort of thing! Well where I'm sending you, you'll get a lot of this!” Muffled, Joe said “Why do you look like me? Why are you doing this? What are you going to do with me?” “That was a little too understandable when you got a gag in your mouth. Better make that more effective.” he said as he began wrapping more tape over Real Joe's mouth and around his head. “There much better. Now you are probably wondering, why I look like you, why I'm doing this, and what am I going to do with you. I can tell that's what you are thinking since I'm you.” he said mockingly. “Well it's simple really. Your company couldn't get rid of you. One of your colleagues has a brother in prison where I was held. He saw me and realized that I could replace you. So he set it up so I could 'escape' only to be captured and placed back in prison. Only you are the one wearing my prison uniform and you are going back in my place. Joe began yelling muffled obscenities. This of course only made the fake Joe smile, knowing the new gag was much more effective. The fake Joe pushed the real Joe down to the ground. “Now you stay put. The cops are on their way. Should be here in about fifteen minutes. Just enough time for me to get out of here. Fake Joe opened the door, straightened his tie and walked out the door. Joe desparatly tried his best to struggle out of the tape. However it was wrapped way too tight. He saw a fork in the corner and figured he could try to cut the tape with it. So he inched his way over, grabbed the fork and realized that it was not going to help. The fork turned out to be plastic and grey which made it look real. It was a real kick in the groin after being put in this situation. Just then Joe could hear police sirens outside. His only hope now was that the police would believe that he is not the real bad guy. And that's when it hit him. If his company found a way to fake an escape then most likely the prison is under the control of the company. He's boned and there is nothing he can do about it. He could just hear the fake Joe now saying “You're not yet, but you will be!” The End.   Model: Rex Ropework by: Nick007 Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:07/01/2013

Attack of the Scorpions!

38 photos

Model: Stefano Photography by Zac   Date of Production: 10/31/2012

Meeting Raphael

24 photos; 5:20 video

Model: Raphael Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/01/2014

Side by Side

16 photos

Model:Hank Model:Big Dumb Monkey Photography by Slade   Date of Production:08/15/2014

Green Rope

18 photos

Model:Hank Photography by Slade   Date of Production:08/15/2014

Meanwhile In the Basement

14 photos

Model:Hank Model:Big Dumb Monkey Photography by Slade   Date of Production:08/15/2014

Bare and Bound by JMZ

25 photos; 4:16 video

Cont'd from Hell Week   There they were, helpless and angry at my hands. My plan worked well. They glared at me with frustrated eyes, making unintelligible grunts from their tightly gagged mouths. They gave one another looks of despair and fear. They tried desperately to reach each others knots; they tugged and struggled against my handiwork. It was no use; these idiots were at my complete disposal. This was now my fraternity and I had three new pledges weather they wanted to be or not. I calculated my next move; I very well couldn’t untie them now, but what next? I decided to sit and revel in my newfound power. They struggled and tried to speak to one another behind their gagged mouth, and seemed angry when they weren’t understood. Dumb jocks, didn’t they know this was the genius of duct tape. They kicked at each other with their bare feet, and bumped at each other with their shoulders. I watched as beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads. I realized I needed to take this whole thing to a new level. Even as angry as I was I realized I was going to be in big trouble once these guys got free. I decided I needed some insurance. I took each one to the living room amidst their struggles and grunts. Once I had them all there I began the undressing. It was a task in itself getting the clothes off these guys while their limbs were so tied tightly, but I managed. I cut the shirt off first using scissors, terrified looks on their faces made me feel a little guilty, but only a little. I untied their feet and pulled down their shorts and underwear. They struggled and fought me in vain. They grunted hard as I retied their feet. They sat bare assed on the floor in near tears. Anger and confusion blanketed their pretty little faces. I bound them tight on the cold floor. Their muscles bulged and flexed with every tug at the ropes. I pulled out my camera and began to shoot. My new pledges seemed less than pleased to have the predicament recorded but I explained it was part of my initiation process. They glared at me with pleading eyes. I wasn’t buying it. After all these weeks of being their idiot errand boy, I was going to take my payment in full. I sXXXXped photo after photo and their grunts of anger turned into whimpers. They tried desperately to untie each others knots, but it was use. They knew this was not going to be over until I said it was. I took several XXXX and even a bit of video. I explained to them that this was only a little insurance for me to make sure that repercussions would be great. I left them to their struggle. The next day in biology class Steve walked in late, his wrists bore rope burn and XXXXed as if he were sore. He gave me one swift angry look and never spoke to me again. The next week I pledged with a rival fraternity and made it. Our parties are legendary, especially since at the end of the night everyone sits around the television to watch a video of certain rival fraternity members naked, bound, and gagged struggling like a trio of idiots. They just should have let me pledge. The End   Steve played by Tom Hunter played by Douglas The Last Room Mate played by Jay The Bad Guy played by Rodrigo Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/12/2008

Hell Week by JMZ

16 photos; 3:01 video

 Cont'd from Bounda Gaga Kappa   I listened as he made his way to the stairway. Steve’s screams of help were contained by the tight gag I tightened when I heard his car pull up. I hid around the corner and listened as walked into the room. Steve tried his best to warn him, but true to for Hunter was being his usual jerk self. He teased and tickled Steve in some weird homoerotic way, and kept asking him how he got into this situation. Poor dumb Hunter was about to find out how. I crept up behind him and wrapped rope around hi neck. I dragged him to the back room and threw him to the ground. He stared at me with the same humor Steve had when his time had come. “What the fuck, are you crazy, I’m going to kick your ass”, he screamed. Then I was upon him. I found it funny how these guys underestimated my strength; after all I was taller and had a good amount of muscle weight on both of them. I jumped on him as he screamed and struggled against me. I was able to pull my rag out and press it against his nose and mouth. After a few moments he was out. I stared at him for a few moments almost feeling sorry for him. He was the most tolerable of the assholes, but still treated me like a second class citizen. I needed to work fast; I didn’t have much time before the other ass got home. I took off his shoes and socks just in case. I tied his hands tightly behind his back in double knots. I wrapped rope around his ankles and coughed at the smell of his sweaty feet. I pulled the bandana tightly between his teeth and secured his silence with duct tape. He was done, now all I needed was to put him in position. I dragged his XXXX body over to Steve. Steve’s eyes got wide and distressed as he saw my handy work. He knew first hand Hunter was going nowhere soon. I sat him down just as he was coming to. It took him a moment to realize what had been done to him. He tried to speak but only inaudible mmmppphhs escaped the gift that is duct tape. He looked at Steve and yelled through his gag. Steve and Hunter struggled like two kittens in a bag. The pulled and yanked at their binds screaming at each other as best they could. They kicked at each other hoping this would somehow free them. They angrily shot looks to me and each other placing equal blame on me and one another. I had to give Steve credit; he did try to warn him. They struggled and moaned uncontrollably. I watched with utter amusement as they tried their best to break loose. Then I heard the final car pull up. My plan was going like clockwork. The two bound and gagged idiots heard the car too. They screamed and struggled hoping to somehow warn their roommate of the impending danger. It’s such a shame that the rope and gags would only allow the slightest of warnings. It was now time to show these boys that they cannot treat people this way. If I was not going to be invited to be in their fraternity I was going to start one of my own. A fraternity where I call the XXXX, and rope and tape are a requirement. Unfortunately for these guys it’s a fraternity they are going to be XXXX to join. To Be Continued   Steve played by Tom Hunter played by Douglas The Last Room Mate played by Jay The Bad Guy played by Rodrigo Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/12/2008

Then There Were Two by Caitiff

25 photos; 4:31 video

“Hey! Anyone here?” Jim didn’t understand. He was certain that today was the day he and Tony were supposed to go rock climbing. But Tony was no where to be seen. “Hello? Anyone here...Mmmmmm! Mmmpphhaawwaa?”, Jim was stunned as a masked man came out of no where and grabbed Jim, his glove hand wrapped tight over Jim’s mouth. Jim’s eyes went wide when he saw the glove hand tightly grabbed at his face! The man didn’t say a word but his meaning was clear. Before he knew it, Jim’s hands were XXXX behind his back and quickly tied together. Tape was slapped over his mouth, gagging him. Jim was shoved out the back door and into the trunk of a car. When the car stopped, Jim was taken out and marched into the garage where Tony was on the floor, bound and gagged! “Mmm?”, Tony moaned through his tape gag, his eyes wide with fear when he saw his friend being led in. The unknown man pushed Jim to his knees and tied Jim’s ankles together with more rope. Jim had no idea what this guy could want but it was clear he had been taken. Desperately Jim tried to talk through his gag but only unintelligible moans escaped from behind the gag. Both young men rolled around helplessly on the ground, fighting their bonds. Tony had already been tied up for most of that day and was worn out. Jim didn’t hold out much hope that he would have any better luck. It also didn’t help that the unknown man was still in the room, watching his captives. The unknown man took out a camera and set it up on a tripod. He then got out a current news paper. The camera began to beep, faster and faster, the timer about to go off. The unknown man knelt down in front of his hostages, holding up the paper as the camera went off. The unknown man seemed to take pleasure in tormenting his captives. Both Tony and Jim were kicked and fondled and grabbed. The man even shoved the two men together. Jim didn’t like the way the brute fiddled him with his gloved hands. Jim was rolled over towards Tony. He was then pushed up onto his friend. Both of the tied up men could hear their captor laugh as he manipulated his captives for his own sick pleasure. The ropes made sure neither could stop the man from doing whatever he wanted to do with them. They couldn’t protest while they were gagged. Tony and Jim could only look at each other, hoping that somehow they would get out of this. To be Continued.   Tony played by Garrett Jim played by Zac The unknown man played by Cliff Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/26/2009

Held Hostage By Caitiff

20 photos; 4:21 video

“What the.. Mmmpphh!”, Tony let out a moan of surprise as the gloved hand came down over his mouth. Taken by surprise, Tony barely put a struggle as the masked man took out some rope and bound his victim’s hand’s behind his back. Tony was XXXX  out the back door and into the trunk of awaiting car. Tony couldn't’ tell where he was going or how long he was in that trunk. It seemed like hours. When the car did finally stop, the  unknown man opened the trunk and pulled Tony out. Tony was pushed along to a lonely house in the woods. He and the unknown man went into the garage. The masked man didn't’ say a word as he XXXX Tony to sit on his ass and then proceeded to tie his captive’s legs together. “Mmmm!”, Tony moaned as tape was used to gag him. The unknown man seemed to take special glee as he made sure that his prisoner stayed quiet. Confident that Tony wasn't’ going anywhere, The unknown man left his prey alone for a while. With this is his first and possibly only chance to get away, Tony began working furiously on freeing himself. He rolled and squirmed, trying to get some slack in the ropes that bound him. “Mmmpphh!” Tony grunted as he put all his strength into freeing himself. But it was useless. The ropes were too tight. and struggling only seemed ot make them even tighter. Tony couldn't’ find any knots to try to undo. Tony only managed to get himself sore and dirty rolling on the filthy concrete. Tony gave a shudder when the door opened and the unknown man came back in. Tony could almost imagine that the man was smirking at his captive from behind his mask. The unknown man sat down on a chair and stared at Tony. “Mmmm?” Tony begged through his gag. The unknown man only continued to watch Tony. In desperation, Tony continued ot roll around and struggle, to his unknown man’s bemusement. When Tony tired, the unknown man encouraged him by giving him a quick kick on the ass or legs. “Mmmm!”, Tony protested for all the good it did him. The man seemed to enjoy tormenting him, though why Tony had no idea. After what seemed several minutes of this, the unknown man took out a current paper and dropped it near Tony on the floor. The man then snapped a picture and left. To be continued   The Prey played by Garrett The unknown man played by Cliff Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/26/2009

Foot Soldier by Fidelis

25 photos; 2:38 video

"MMMPPHHHNOO! GGGGMMWHATCHADOINGMME?" I wiped the sweat from my brow as I surveyed the helpless private, lying trussed, gagged and helpless at my feet. It had been a bit of a struggle to get him down and tied, but the fight had been worth it. I feasted my eyes upon his muscular young body, and was literally salivating as I eyed his bare feet. He had fought me as I had stripped off his boots and socks, but I had prevailed in the end. Mmm, this young man was going to be in for a real treat.  "This is what you get for insubordination, soldier. When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed, instantly! Phew, insubordination and poor hygiene. When was the last time you changed your socks, soldier?" I picked up one of his boots and took a heady whiff. Yum, I couldn’t get enough of that smell. I had one of his socks tucked away safely in my pocket, for future sniffing use, while the other sock…well, the young private was chewing away on it. A sturdy strip of tape made sure that he couldn’t spit it out; I wanted to keep this party private and his frantic squeals would bring unwanted attention. "Now what shall I use on you to teach you a lesson? How about some electricity applied to those feet of yours? What do you think about that?" "MMMNOOOOOOOOOOO! GGMSARGENNOOOO!" The poor lad’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Ha, as if I would damage those precious feet! No, I had much better things in mind for those tempting tootsies. I almost shot my wad then and there as I anticipated the delights that lay in store for us. As I advanced upon him, I pulled a long feather from one of my pockets. Those damn geese did have their uses. Soldier boy started to wriggle away from me as I hunkered down next to him, and pulled his feet up. I leant over and took a long sniff, inhaling the fragrant odour. Oh, such bliss. I couldn’t help myself as I took a little nibble on one of his twitching digits. I rolled it around in my mouth, savouring the taste. Then the ungrateful wretch jerked away from me, desperately trying to crawl across the floor. I couldn’t have that, not before the real fun had begun. I flipped him onto his stomach, and sitting down on his back, I commenced to work on those luscious naked feet, feet that were just begging to be tormented. "MMMMOOOHHNNOO! GMMSTHOPTOHMMPLLLLLEEEEEZZZZ! SHTTTTOOOOPPPPP!" It was like riding a bucking bronco. Soldier boy heaved and struggling beneath my weight, trying to throw me off as I put that feather to good use. He squealed, he shrieked, he hollered - the sound delightfully and effectively muffled by the fetid sock and tape gag. This was heaven. And to think that this was just the beginning. I had so many plans for my studly friend. "There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Hmm, what do you say, soldier boy? What about this? A nice electric toothbrush. This should clear away some of that toe jam, before I give you’re a feet a nice soothing tongue bath." My helpless private managed to heave himself into a sitting position. Somehow, he was able to scoot backwards, until his back was against the wall. "GGGMGOMAWAY! GGLEAVEMMALONE! MNNNOOOO!" The look of sheer terror on his face as I loomed over him was priceless. However, I wasn’t amused when he tried to lash out at me with his bound feet. "More insubordination? You know that I’m going to have to deal with that. You will have to be punished. I’ll break you yet." I listened to his soft moans as I hog-tied him, making him into a great big muscular military package. How often I had wished that I had something like this under my Christmas tree. It was far too early for Christmas presents, so I decided that he would be a pre-Thanksgiving gift. He tasted even better than turkey and pumpkin pie. Now it was time to get down to some serious business. With the bristles whirling, I started working away between his toes, determined to remove every single bit of filth. The delicious aroma would remain – at least it would remain until I washed it away with my tongue. His helpless feet were a joy to behold, and to hold. They were almost perfect, beautifully formed and with such a delicious ripe smell. I could feel myself leaking as I scoured away. "GGGGGAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!!! NOGGMMMOORE!" I was impressed, despite the blow that I had taken to my chin. Soldier boy had managed to tear free from my grasp, and was arching his back as he struggling against the ropes, vainly attempting to get loose. I smiled at him indulgently. NO ONE got away from my ropes. He was here for the duration. ‘There, there, don’t you fret. The good stuff is just beginning. I’ve got quite a few tricks up my sleeve. What do you think about this one?" As I flipped him back onto his stomach I started laving his freshly brushed toes with my tongue. I had the kid in my power for the rest of the day, why wait? THE END   The Foot Soldier played by Clark Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/26/2006