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The Hardly Boy

36 photos; 4:13 video

“You are reading some kids book!” Matt’s frat brother Jeff sarcastically said. “Like they are for 12 year olds. The Hardy boys – that’s old shit.” “This is the classic one,” Matt said. “While the Clock Ticked!” “Listen to this…. ‘Immediately the Hardy boys tried to free themselves from the ropes. The clock struck two. They had only an hour, and the old madman and his companions might return at any moment. They were stifled by the gags. The ropes chafed their wrists and ankles. Silently they struggled. Frank had a edge in his pocket. If he could only reach it there was a chance that he might cut through his bonds. His hands were bound behind his back. He extended his fingers, groping for his hip pocket. Joe, on his part, was trying to loosen the ropes about his wrists but they had been tightly and expertly tied.’” “Think of it - helpless, your hands bound with rope so tight that it is chaffing your wrists, gagged, struggling – your heart pounding – trying to get to the edge – escape – before – POFF! The device blows your tied body to smithereens.” “If that turns you on,” Jeff replied. “Yeah. To be tied up and have to escape – or --- Yoo man, I want to try this.” “You want me to tie you up?” “Yeah, and take some pictures too!” Matt dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his back like he was being XXXX. “Make it real and make it tight!” “Ok, I’ll tie you up. Turn around.” Jeff got some rope and began to take pictures. “Now turn around and put your arms behind your back.” Matt turned around and Jeff soon had his wrists and arms tight in rope. “Hey, you seem to know how to do this” Matt observed. “Oh yeah,” Jeff said. “I like binding and gagging dudes and maybe even torturing them!” “Torturing????’ Matt’s words were silenced by a knotted bandanna shoved between his teeth and tied around his head. Jeff continued applying rope to Matt’s feet and legs as the 21 year old was having second thoughts and beginning to mpff his objections to Jeff’s binding him. “Hey, this was your idea – real and tight Mr. Frank Hardy. Oh yeah, I read that book too!” “What are you going to do to me? a now terrified Matt mpiffed, his heart racing in his chest. “Tape that fucking trap of your closed!” The tape over the gag silenced him. “Now, let’s play Hardy boys. I’m the bad guy, you are the good guy,” Jeff taunted as he hogtied the struggling man. “There! And now the fun begins!” Matt just looked helplessly as his roommate as he looked at his watch. “Ever see the movie HOSTEL?” Matt gulped. “Let’s just say – we – you have 30 minutes, or….” Jeff let out a sinister laugh. Matt looked terrified as he began to squirm and struggle while the clock ticked. The End. Model: Matt Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/08/2008
Red Hat Dude by Kurt

24 photos

Adam loved his red trucker hat. It was his lucky hat, or so he thought. But as he sat in his living room, tightly bound and tape gagged, he realized his luck had run its course. He'd been on his way out when the doorbell rang. "Damn Jehovah's Witnesses!" he had mumbled to himself as he opened the door, a surly snarl fixed on his face.

But the two tall strangers in the doorway were not there to convert him from his evil ways. They bum-rushed him, one of them clamping a beefy hand over his mouth while the other pinned his arms to his sides. Taken down in a flying, unexpected tackle, Adam grunted in vain as his hands were pulled behind his back and roped, a heavy knee pressing down into his back, while the other thug plastered strips of wide duct tape over his mouth.

Within seconds, his knees and ankles were also bound, and he lay there completely incapacitated. His jaunty red cap still sat on his head despite the manhandling, and he grunted through his tape gag as the two intruders disappeared into the kitchen. Adam's mind was still stunned by the sudden attack. What the hell was going on? He heard some crashing sounds coming from the kitchen, but he was too afraid to try and find out what was happening.

Then he heard a voice. "Dammit! This is the wrong house!"

"You dyslexic asshole...did you reverse the numbers again? If this gets back to headquarters, we'll be back pounding a beat!!"

"Shit, what about the kid?"
"Shut up, moron, he doesn't know we're cops. Let's just slip out through here."

Adam heard the kitchen door open and swing shut. He struggled to get to his feet, and began hopping towards the kitchen.

His red cap lay on the floor, no longer lucky. The End Adam played by Hal Photography by Caitiff

Back Date of Production: 9/25/2008
Party Dressed by Soft Touch

27 photos; 6:56 video

             “So Greco, what do you want me to wear to this party?” Kevin had come upstairs like Greco told him and looked inside the closet, but he couldn't see anything that looked like party clothes. Then he saw his friend Greco standing in the doorway.
            “You see those ropes in the bottom of the closet?” Greco chuckled. “That’s what you're going to be wearing Party Guy.”
            Ropes…! Kevin didn't want to wear any ropes! “Hey Greco, you're kidding me, right?” Kevin asked hopefully.
            Suddenly Greco was standing right behind Kevin and breathing into his ear. “Not exactly,” Greco said quietly even as one of his strong arms pulled the slight Kevin’s body back against him and his other arm circled around the trusting house guest and his hand began moving a folded pad of damp cloth toward Kevin’s face.
            “Hey! What gives?” a surprised Kevin squeaked. Then his nose twitched as he got his first whiff of the sweet stuff on the cloth. “Oh no, that thing stinks! Keep it away from me!”
            But the beefy Greco just laughed as his arms tightened around the wiggling Kevin and his hand began to press the dampened folds of cloth over his young friend’s nose and mouth. Kevin wiggled even more inside Greco’s strong arms and he tried to twist his face away from the XXXX cloth while he begged “No, please Greco, I don't like the smell of that thing!” and he tried to pull the XXXX cloth off of his face.
            Then Kevin had to take a breath and strangely sweet fumes began rushing into his head. All of a sudden Kevin felt like he had drank six whiskey sours and his head started to spin. A moan escaped from Kevin’s mouth and then he gasped into the muffling cloth “What're you doing to me?”
            “Just helping you to relax, Pretty Kevin,” Greco whispered into Kevin’s ear. “You know how frisky you get sometimes.”
            Kevin mumbled into the muffling cloth that he didn't want to relax, but whatever was on that cloth was working very quickly. First Kevin felt his arms go numb and then his hands fell away from the cloth. And then his legs began to feel all rubbery and his vision began to get all foggy. And then he felt his body sinking down onto the floor and all Kevin wanted to do was to just curl up and go to XXXX.
            Greco gently lowered the groggy Kevin down onto the floor. He didn't want to bruise the merchandise. Then he lifted the cloth off of Kevin’s face. He didn't want to put him to XXXX just yet. He just wanted to put him into a nice twilight world so that he wouldn't make a fuss. For over a month street-angel Kevin had been living rent-free and happily eating up all of Greco’s groceries and tonight he was finally going to pay the bill.             Kevin felt like he was in some kind of strange dream that he couldn't wake up from. He could feel Greco’s hands on his body and he was dimly aware that his clothes were being taken off, but all of that felt like it was far away and Kevin was feeling too weak to even try to stop it from happening to him.
            Greco worked quickly as he stripped Kevin down to just his birthday suit and then plastered a couple of strips over heavy-duty tape over Kevin’s lips so that he couldn't complain too loudly about what Greco was doing to him. Then Greco began to enjoy himself as he used his selection of ropes to bind and restrain Kevin in an artful way to highlight each of the street-angel’s many charms.
            Then Greco took Kevin into his strong arms. “Come on Kevin, open your eyes now. I only gave you a little of my XXXX juice.”
            At first Kevin didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want this nightmare to be really happening to him. Then he opened his eyes just a little and saw Greco’s face smiling down at him. And then Kevin saw that he was completely naked and that there were ropes all over him! Kevin began to huff behind his taped-over lips and to struggle against all of the ropes.
            “None of that!” Greco said sharply and yanked on Kevin’s hair to get his attention. “Either you behave or I'll get my strap!”
            Kevin was shocked. Greco had never hurt him before, but now Kevin could see it in the older man’s eyes. He wanted to hurt Kevin now. So Kevin relaxed into Greco’s arms and sighed through his nose in surrender. “That’s better. A lot of people are waiting to see you tonight and I want you to be a good little star and make them all happy.” Greco petted Kevin’s soft hair.
            Kevin moaned behind his sealed lips. He was so confused. What did these people want him to do? Then, as if he was reading Kevin’s thoughts, Greco began to explain.
            “Now some of these people are the fun type who will want to play with lots of fruit and whipped cream. But then there are some who are kind of naughty. They will probably want to use some hot wax and clothespins on you, but I won't let them hurt you too much. And then the rest will probably want to see just what a nice street-angel you can be and we both know that you like doing that.”
            Oh no! This was impossible! Kevin had to get out of here! So he strained and struggled against the binding ropes and rolled all around on the floor while Greco laughed at his pitiful struggles. But the ropes wouldn't let him go. They just kept pulling on him and teasing him in certain places until Kevin was showing Greco just how horny he was.
            “That’s right, have you're little fun now. I think my friends are going to love you to pieces. Now come on,” Greco took debutante Kevin by his hair and lifted him up from the floor. "I'm going to take you out to the car now. And don't worry, once I get you folded up right, there will be plenty of room for you in the trunk.”
            Shocked beyond any further resistance, Kevin let Greco put him over his shoulders and didn't even whimper as Greco carried him out the door. But one little tear did run down Kevin’s cheek as he was taken away to become Greco's newest star.
THE END

Kevin played by Patrick
Greco played by John
Photography byCaitiff

Date of Production: 11/30/2005

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