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Marcus Gagged

22 photos; 3:05 video

Gagged: Marcus
Gagger: Donovan

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/12/2016

tags : chair tied, gagged, hand gagged, stuff gag, otm gag, bad guy, groped
RAZZED AND DAZZED by SoftTouch

22 photos; 2:47 video

As usual Cody, West Valley’s all star tight end, was the last one off of the practice field and the locker room looked deserted as he pulled off his helmet and started toward his locker. By that time Cody was so tired that all he was thinking about was how good a nice hot shower was going to feel on his sore body. Suddenly there was a blur of action behind Cody and the next thing he knew there was a folded towel wrapped around his neck and being pulled up over his face. At first Cody thought it was one of his teammates giving him the business. “Come on guys! I'm too tired for games,” he protested weakly. The last of Cody’s words were muffled by the towel being pulled against his nose and mouth and Cody heard dark laughter coming from behind him just before he noticed that the towel was all damp and smelly with a strong sharp hospital-like smell. What was that stuff? “Quick! Get the bag over him!” a voice said from somewhere. Cody looked around to see who it was, but already his vision was getting blurry and he discovered that he was too weak to fight back while a big smelly laundry bag was pulled down over his head and shoulders. Cody moaned with fear as he felt his numbed body getting even weaker from smelling the reeking towel just before he felt himself falling into somebody’s strong arms. That’s when everything just went black. When the blackness lifted again the first thing Cody noticed was a cool breeze blowing against the hairs on his bare legs. What happened to his pants? Instinctively Cody reached down to cover himself, but that was when he discovered that he couldn't move his arms. What was going on here? Cody opened his bleary eyes and tried to make them focus on his surroundings. This wasn't the locker room! Cody looked around at the strange room and then down at his body. There were ropes all over him. He was tied up! Who had tied him up? Cody tried to yell out that this wasn't funny, and whoever did it had better let him go right now, but all that came out of mouth was a bunch of frightened hums. He couldn't even move his lips! Fear started Cody’s body trembling and then he heard footsteps coming toward him. “So you're finally awake,” a strange voice said. Cody craned his head around and looked up from the floor to see two strange men standing over him. Both of them were dressed in greasy-looking garage coveralls and they both had caps pulled down over their hair. And they both had folded bandannas tied over their noses and mouths so that all Cody could see was their dark evil eyes. And then Cody got really scared when he saw that one of the men was holding a leather blackjack and the other man was holding a folded heavy belt in his hands. “On your feet, Jock-Boy,” the one in the purple bandanna ordered. Cody didn't move fast enough to suit them so the one in the yellow bandanna used his belt to sting Cody’s bare buns. “Lesson One. Every time you don't do what we tell you, it’s going to hurt.” “Yea,” the purple bandanna sneered. “And we just hate hurting people.” Both bandannas laughed as Cody struggled to get up on his knees and then managed to get his shaky legs under him so that he could stand up. Then Purple and Yellow started walking around his vulnerable body while they slapped their instruments of pain into the palms of their hands. “Yea, I think we picked us a good one this time. He looks like he’s going to be a lot of fun,” Yellow snickered. Cody made the mistake of getting angry and began making threatening humming noises behind his taped-over lips while he strained his muscles against the tight ropes. Smack! The leather belt stung Cody’s buns even more this time. “But he’s not very bright, is he?” Purple laughed. “Okay Jock-Boy, here’s the drill. We were all sitting around yesterday trying to think of a good idea for a party tonight. And then I remembered that we hadn't had a Jock Party in awhile. That’s where you come in.” Purple’s strong hand shoved Cody down onto his knees. Poor Cody was now completely confused. He had figured out that he had been XXXX by these two rough-looking guys, but now they were talking about having a party with him. That didn't make any sense. Then Yellow started petting Cody’s hair like he was some kind of puppy. Cody didn't like that, but he couldn't take his eyes off of that leather belt. He didn't want to get hit with that again so tried ignore the petting hand while Yellow ran off at the mouth. “A lot of our friends will be coming over so all you have to do is to be nice and to do whatever little favors they want.” “Yea, most of them are pretty nice guys. There’s only one who wants to turn your tight end into a wide receiver. Now be good.” Purple pushed Cody down onto the floor and then both of the bandanna men went out of the room laughing. Cody didn't know much about such things so it took him a whole minute to figure out that last crack about making him a wide receiver. Oh no! Cody could never do that! Filled with panic, Cody began to strain and struggle against the tight ropes and he rolled all around on the floor, but all he managed to do was to make a lot of noise which brought the bandanna men back into the room. “I told you he couldn't be trusted,” Yellow complained. “It doesn't matter. We got to get him changed into his costume for the party anyway,” Purple wasn't perturbed. “Okay Jock-Boy, I'll give you a choice.” Cody looked up from the floor to see Purple holding his cruel looking blackjack in one hand and a small can with a small spout in the other. “We're going to put you back to XXXX. Which one do you want?” Cody didn't want either one, but that blackjack really scared him, so he pointed his nose at the little can and made some humming noises behind the tape. “All right, you do it,” Purple handed the can to Yellow who was already happily holding somebody’s old sock. Purple pulled Cody up and padded the sock over his nose. Then he opened the little spout on the can and began dripping some really foul-smelling liquid onto the sock. “Come on little puppy, give me some nice sniffs.” Cody didn't want to, but he couldn't stop the sharp-smelling fumes from sneaking into his nose and soon he was feeling very foggy and XXXX and so he only half heard Purple laughing. “That’s a good boy. Once we get you dressed up in your nice puppy-dog costume, you can even wag your little tail.” The drips kept falling onto the smelly sock and poor Cody felt himself slipping down into a dark world that he had never visited before. THE END Cody played by Jake Photography by Caitiff tags: tape gag , jock, sports gear, football, butt
Business Bondage by TBBM

24 photos; 5:13 video

Ajax had it all. The perfect job, the perfect lifestyle and the ick of any hot man he ever wanted. To say he was the envy of the neighbourhood would be an understatement but there was no doubt that he was. One particular neighbour really envied how things seemed to always go Ajax's way while he himself struggled to barely even pay his bills. This neighbour also worked in the same company that Ajax worked in but while Ajax was a high flying executive, the neighbour in question was a maintenance man. One dsy the man in question was falsely accused of stealing from the company. Ajax had the chance to vouch for the men's innocence and chose not to. The man lost his job. Ajax did not care one bit, so the man decided to was time for some payback. When Ajax was at work, the man decided he would break into the businessman's home and help himself to whatever cash and valuables were lying about. People like Ajax didn't appreciate what they had and losing a bit wouldn't hurt him in the long run. The man rationed that it was nearly a victimless crime and even if it wasn't, Ajax was a rather deserving victim of some minor theft. What the man had not banked on was that Ajax had decided to do some work from home instead of gong to office. Ajax had dressed up like he was heading to work but it wasn't til it was too late that the man realised his plans was potentially scuppered. Ajax had walked in on riflomg through drawers for cash. "The fuck you doing in my house?" Ajax shouted, startling the bumbling man. Ajax was standing between him and the door. "I can explain," the man tried to appeal to the businessman's better nature but Ajax wasn't in the mood for an explanation. As Ajax pulled out his cell phone to ring the police and closed the door to foolish try and make his own citizen's arrest, the man in a panic picked up the nearest thing to do and struck Ajax, knocking him out instantly. Panicked, the man decided to continue with his robbery, so he found some rope, a roll of duct tape and a bandanna. The last thing he needed was Ajax disturbing him or calling for any attention. Almost a half an hour has passed before Ajax came to. Seated on the couch, Ajax's hands, chest, knees and ankles were bound tightly with the rope while the bandanna and a large strip of duct tape kept him gagged. In a panic, Ajax struggled in his bonds, desperately calling for help. As he slumped off the couch and hit the floor, the man had come back with a suitcase worth of stolen goods and money. Somehow he had managed to get into Ajax's safe and seemed more hpy with his outcome. As Ajax tried to reason with his captor with great difficulty due to being tightly bound and gagged, the man in question remember that not so long Ajax had an opportunity to help him and chose not to. The man reminded Ajax of that fact, explaining his motives for the robbery and while he had no intention of untying Ajax. Instead, he put the bag down and had fun with Ajax's feet, making the businessman whimper for his own personal amusement. Taking a photo of the businessman as a memento and informing Ajax that he found something rather incriminating while snooping on his laptop, Ajax knew that if he didn't want to be trading designer suits for prison jumpsuits, he would have no choice but to let this man get away with stealing from. It was several hours later before Ajax managed to free himself from his bonds. A text message from his captor reminding him of the leverage that he had stopped Ajax from phoning the police. Ajax had always considered himself a smart player but this guy turned out to be smarter. He sighed, knowing that he had been had. ---- The End ---- Model Ajax
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production 11/11/2021

tags suit, cleave gag, tape gag, black socks, hands behind back

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