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Down to His Briefs

23 photos; 2:30 video

Date of Production: 02/21/2007

tags: socks, underwear, stripped, socks, cleave gag
Walk on the Wild Side by Kurt

26 photos; 2:58 video

Aidan loved to get away from it all on the weekends, after dealing with craziness at work every week. He loved the countryside, and just being all alone with nature. It really chilled him out to take long hikes in the state parks that surrounded his city, and today was no exception. The weather was beautiful and he was really enjoying the solitude as he made his way deeper into a canyon he had never explored before. Aidan wasn't into a lot of fancy hiking gear, he just wore his jeans and sneakers and favorite old baseball cap as he made his way deeper into the back country. He'd been hiking for about 2 hours, and hadn't seen another soul for the last hour or so. That suited him fine, as he had to deal all week with plenty of annoying, back-stabbing creeps at work. He took in a deep breath of the fresh, pine-scented air when his nose detected another smell. Aidan knew the odor of pot very well, as he liked to smoke an occasional doobie after work. But out here? That seemed odd to Aidan, and he proceeded down the stone pathway. "Hold it, kid", a voice barked from behind him. Aidan spun around, and was surprised to see two guys emerge from the bunch of trees he had just passed. For a second or two, Aidan was stunned into silence by the sudden appearance of the two rough-looking characters. "Hey, what's up?" he finally sputtered. The one rough looking guy grabbed Aiden. "On the ground, on your ass", he ordered. "Listen, guys, I'm just taking a hike. Do your thing, I'm not getting into your business," Aidan replied. "Shut up and do what he says," the other guy barked. "Hands behind your back," he ordered, as he pulled a length of white rope from the backpack. Aidan complied sheepishly, crossing his wrists behind his back, knowing he was about to be tied up. The rope was quickly lashed around his wrists, and Aidan winced as it was pulled taut and knotted. "Ow", he grunted. "Shut him up before someone else comes along," the one with the rifle said. "Guys, please, just leave me...MMMPPPHHH!" Aidan's plea was cut off by a long strip of duct tape that was pressed tightly over his mouth. The ripping sound of the tape coming off the roll continued as his assailant wrapped it around his head once, twice, three times, using the palm of his hand to seal it down over Aidan's face. The tape pressed Aidan's lips together and the tight strips prevented him from even moving his jaws. The one who had bound and gagged him took out some more rope and tied Aidan's legs and feet together. He then stood up and re-joined his concealed item-toting companion. They spoke with each other but were too far away for their captive to hear what they were saying. "OK, kid, stand up", the one who had tied him said, walking over and grabbing Aidan under the arm. "MMMUMMMPPHHH!!" Aidan mumbled as he struggled to his feet. His bound legs made it difficult to even stand up, but with the XXXX's help, he was finally vertical. Aidan stood still, afraid of losing his balance. "Start hopping", the Rough looking guy barked. "MMMPPPHHH???!!!!" Aidan grunted, not knowing how he could possibly follow this command, with his legs tied so tightly, and his hands behind his back. A quick shove from behind made Aidan hop wildly, trying to keep his balance on the irregular, rocky ground. His mind raced as he wondered what was to become of him. To Be Continued Aiden played by Charlie Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/10/2009

Tags: tape gag, outdoors, hopping, story
You Think I'm Playing? by Soft Touch

35 photos; 4:46 video

YOU THINK I’M PLAYING?
by SoftTouch
           “What are doing Jerome?”
           “Me…? What—I ain’t doing nothing.”
           “And you’ve been doing nothing every day for a week now. Did you see that note I left for you out in the kitchen?”
           “Uh, no, I ain’t made it out to the kitchen yet.”
           “That does it!” Oh my Gosh!
“I ain’t playing with you no more!”
           Wash had lost it! He had really lost it! He was going to go ahead and shoot me, just like that. “Now wait a minute Wash, I can explain—“
           “I don’t need no more words from you!”
           Wash threw this big roll of tape right at me.
           “Start peeling and pasting, I don’t want to see none of your mouth.”
           “But Wash—“

           All of a sudden my hands were shaking so bad I could hardly peel pieces of tape off of that big roll. By now Wash had moved that shiny XXXX around so that I could see right down the barrel and there was a big bullet in there just waiting to come out after me. So I plastered piece after piece of that tape over my mouth until my lips were sealed shut, hoping that maybe that would keep him happy, but it didn’t.
           “Those clothes you’re wearing, you don’t deserve them, take them off!”
           Now I was getting really scared and my fingers were getting all tangled up in my clothes as I tried to pull them off . Would he do it? Would he really do it? That’s what I kept wondering until I could feel a cool breeze blowing against my birthday suit. I closed my eyes and put my hands up, hoping that he would understand that that’s what people did when they were saying “Please don’t shoot me.”
           “Get on the couch. I’ve got other ways of teaching you what you’ve got to learn.”
           I jumped on the couch, too relieved at not being shot to think much about what he was going to do now. Then he threw a whole bunch of ropes at me and then grabbed my body in his big hands. And then his mouth started going and didn’t stop while he told me all of the things he had told me to do which I hadn’t done, and the more he talked, the more angry he got and the tighter he wrapped those ropes around my body so that I was whimpering way back in my throat before he was done.
           And then he hit me with the stunner.
           He was going out for awhile. When he got back, he expected that I would have done what had told be to do when he wrote me that note. And, if I didn’t get it done, then he knew some ways to get some real tears out of me.
           The door closed with a bang and he was gone.
           To hell with him! The only thing I was going to do was to get out of here .
           The first thing I needed to do was to get rid of these ropes. I needed a knife.
           So I hopped and I hopped until I was finally out in his kitchen. Then I turned my body around and finally managed to get my tied hands to open the drawer where he kept the knives.            But there were no knives in there, only spoons. How was I going to cut myself loose with a spoon?
           And then I saw his note on the fridge. How was I going to clean knives if I couldn’t find no knives?
           And then it hit me. He had hidden those knives somewhere so that I couldn’t find them.
           But I would fool him. I would find those knives, and I would get them all clean, and I would be waiting with a great big smile when he got back.
           Now, if I was a knife, where would I be hiding?
THE END
Jerome played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/07/2004

tags: nude, nudity, hopping, story, hands behind back, tape gag, bare foot

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