Let's Have Some Fun

35 photos; 7:13 video

Bound Guy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/31/2019

Have Him By The Balls

20 photos; 4:40 video

Model : Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/03/2019

Inappropriate Behavior

24 photos; 3:20 video

The Boss played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production: 09/20/2013

Tied Tight by JMZ

25 photos; 3:05 video

I sat in my truck, using binoculars to get a good view through the bay window into the house across the street.  I could see my customer pacing, from one end of the living room to the other. He’d be doing this ever since I had pulled up 15 minutes ago.  Even from here I could tell that he was as nervous as hell – he had probably worn a path into the rather fine Persian carpet.  That would be a pity; it was very nice, and quite valuable but, unfortunately, not easily portable.  However, on my tour of the house when we were setting up this deal, I had noticed all kinds of nice pieces that could be easily packed up and removed. It was a good thing that the client knew the value of what he owned, and had insured accordingly.  Otherwise the deal wouldn’t be worth the bother.  I decided it was time to put an end to his misery and to get things rolling.
  I barely had time to remove my finger from the doorbell when the door was pulled open.
  “Come in, come in, before someone see you.”
  The poor guy was really agitated. I could see the sweat beading on his brow, and his eyes were darting wildly, trying to see if anyone on the street had noticed Inwardly, I sighed. I had explained the whole thing to him a couple of times, in detail, but he was too nervous to remember the details.
  “Mr. Rickman, we’ve already discussed this. People are supposed to remember the truck – it is going to make the story a lot more convincing to the insurance company if there are eyewitnesses to the fact that I was here. Plus the fact that you’ll be found and gagged in your own home will add veracity to the story. I saw at least two people watching me as I brought the dolly with the cartons to the front door.  All that you will have to tell the police is that you answered the door, were immediately overpowered and bound and gagged.”
   This was a scam that I had pulled a number of times.  People had money problems. They also had valuable possessions, which were insured to the hilt. If they sold these things they would receive only a fraction of the value. However, if jewels and objets d’art were stolen – the insurance companies coughed up the cash.  I hired myself to rob these people and kept their goods for a while. Once they had been paid, I returned their goodies to them for a cut of the insurance payment.  My business had been flourishing over the last few months – so many rich people were finding themselves a lot poorer. Like this poor guy – he was desperate to keep the family business afloat.

  “I’m…I’m not sure that I want to go through with this.  It’s illegal and I’m not a bad person and..
  “Mr. Rickman, it is a bit too late to be having cold feet.  We have a contract – a very generous and fair contract, I must say.  Please – hold still.
  “Hey, is it supposed to be this tight?  I can’t move my arms at all! Why you are doing this now?”
  “Mr. Rickman, I am a professional.  Please believe me when I say that I know what I am doing.  The police will find your story much more believable if you have been tied up snugly.  Why don’t you take a sit here on this bench while I get to work?  I don’t want to have to hurry – it would be a shame if some of these lovely things got damaged while I was packing them up.”
  I placed him rather firmly on the handy bench and turned away as quickly as I could. I didn’t want him to see the bulge in my deliveryman coveralls.   What I hadn’t told Mr. Rickman was that I didn’t usually bind and gag my victims. If fact I usually did the deed while they were consoling themselves for their losses vacationing at their second or third homes.  However, most of my other clients hadn’t been so cute and appealing as Mr. Rickman.  I was definitely feeling hot and bothered.  I had to remind myself that I was a professional as I started carefully wrapping up the Rickman treasures. I tried to keep my mind on the job at hand, rather on the way I had felt as I wrapped the rope tightly around the Mr. Rickman’s upper…
  “Please be careful with that. It belonged to my great-great-great-great-grandmother and..”
  I nearly jumped out of my skin and barely caught the exquisite Belcher cream pitcher before it hit the floor.
  “Mr. Rickman, I am fully aware of the value of this piece.  There only a dozen other like it known to exist, and all of the others are in museums. I must insist that you return to the bench where I left you.”
   “I can’t move! I’m choking!”
   “Mr. Rickman, please calm yourself.  You will be perfectly fine if you don’t struggle too violently.  Even if you do thrash about, you won’t actually XXXX yourself.  You will just feel an unpleasant constriction around your throat.   You must let me continue with job on hand.  Here, let me make you more comfortable. Why, you can take a little XXXX if you like. “
  I was the one sweating now.  Adding more rope the young executive and then maneuvring him into place had made me as a horny as a goat.  Silently I was chanting to myself “professionalism, professionalism”.  It wasn’t doing much good, I must admit.  Right now all I wanted to do was to carry Mr. Rickman off and do wonderful things to him.  I gritted my teeth and continued packing.
  “GGGLLLAGGGHHHH!”
  Oh crap, the silly fool was choking himself.  I had told him not to struggle to hard. I jumped to my feet and raced over to him. Whew, I was in time.
    “Water” he croaked.
   I dashed up the stairs, knowing that there was bathroom at the top of the landing. I got a glass of water and a wash cloth.
  “What are you…MMMMPHHHHH!”
  Mr. Rickman’s eyes bulged as I stuffed the wet washcloth into his mouth, and then tied it firmly in place with a bandana.
  “ I am sorry, Mr. Rickman, I can’t have any more interruptions.  You must lie here while I finish the job.  I think I might have to reconsider the terms of the contract. I happen to have another quite large carton in my truck.  One just big enough for you to fit into.  I think that I’ll take YOU as my payment for the job.”
  I felt much more relaxed as I finished packing up the valuables, Mr. Rickman’s gagged groans music to my ears. Professionalism be damned.

Mr. Rickman played by Douglas
Photography by Ogre    

Making the Rounds by Fidelis

27 photos

     It was a dark and stormy night. Chris shivered as the wind whistled through the chinks in the partially renovated house. Where the heck was his replacement? He was already 10 minutes late, and Chris didn’t want to be in this creepy house one minute longer than necessary. The house was moaning and groaning as if it were alive. The cheapskate security firm he worked for hadn’t even got around to giving him a proper uniform, let along issuing him a XXXX or even a handy little can of pepper spray. Chris winced as he heard a particularly loud bang downstairs.
"Phil, is that you? Hey, stop being more of a jerk than usual. Answer me!"
Damn, the idiot probably hadn’t turned on his hearing aid. Chris reluctantly started to go descend the stairs. He really, really hated this job. The house was being guarded because the owners had stored their collection of valuable antiques in a couple of the rooms downstairs. Chris wished that they had taken all of their old junk with them to the place they were renting. Chris jumped as he heard the banging noise again.
  "Phil, are you there. If you haven’t got your hearing…AAAGGH!"
"Don’t make a sound, pip-squeak.  Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, anything you say , sir. I’ll be good. ."
Minutes later Chris found himself sitting in a chair, his hands taped behind him. More of the sticky tape surrounded his chest, holding his arms to his side. His mouth was sealed shut with yet more of the tape.
"Now, are you going to sit here nice and quietly while I strip this place bare?"
  Chris nodded his head vigorously. He sure wasn’t going to disagree, not with that huge nasty XXXX pressed right his head. He would sit here, nice and safe and sound, while the big bad man took away all of that old stuff. Now the owners could go to WalMart and buy some spiffy new furniture.
"Chris, sorry I’m late. It’s dark and stormy outside, you know. Hey, Chris, where are you?"
Uh oh, Chris thought as he heard Phil calling out for him. He had completely forgotten about Phil. Phil was such a moron; he would probably do something incredibly stupid.
  "Hey, Chris, what happened to you? Why do you all of that tape covering you? Are you playing some kind of game?"
Oh jeez, Chris thought. This is even worse than I expected. How can he be so frigging stupid?
"You know that you’re supposedly to be fooling around on the job. I’m going to tell the supervisor about this. You’ll be lucky not to be fired."    "GGGGMMMPHHH! GGMLOOKMMBEHINDMYOU!"
"It’s your own fault. Don’t bother trying to argue with me. As soon as I sign out tomorrow morning, I’m going to call Mr. Morrison and tell him all about this. I’m going to keep some of the tape as evidence, too.
"MMMLOOOOKMBEHINDMUUMMFUCKINGMMMMORON!"
"Did you just call me a moron? I’m going to tell…GGGLLUGGGH."
"Gee, you guys have to tell me what other places your outfit is guarding. If all of the other guards are as stupid as you two, I’ll be able to make a real killing. Where in the name of God do they find you?
  Chris glowered at the bad guy as he picked up the conscious Phil, and started taping him up. Sure, Phil WAS stupid, but there was nothing wrong with Chris’s brain. He had graduated from high school! He was even thinking of taking a security guard course at the local community college. It had some other name, but he knew that was what it was all about – how to be a good security guard. He would get a certificate, or something.
"You two had better not give me any more trouble. I want you both to sit here as quiet as little mice. Is that understood?"
"MMMYETHYETHMMNOMTROUBBLE." The two taped-up security guards enthusiastically nodded their heads.
"Good, I’m glad that you two bozos have a little bit of sense. Time to get back to work."
  Chris and Phil sat petrified, not daring to move, for what seemed like hours. They heard a lot of grunting and banging as the burglar carted out the precious antiques. Long after the noise had ceased, they still sat there, motionless.
"GGGCHRISMMIMGOTTAMPEE."
"MMMEEMMTOOM!"
"GOOTHINKMESMGONE? MIGOTTAPEEGGLREALBAD."
  Chris, not relishing the thought of sitting next to Phil as he peed all over the place, and suffering from an uncomfortably full bladder himself, struggled to his feet. He stood there, waiting for Phil to join him. Phil just sat there , staring up at Chris.
"MMSHTANDUPMUDOPE! GGHOWMUNTIENEACHMMOTHERIFUMSITTING THERELIKEMADUMMY?"
Phil scowled at Chris, but realizing that he was right, he too managed to get to his feet. Chris was a big bully and Phil was going to make sure that he reported him to their supervisor as soon as they got untaped. That would teach him a lesson.
"MMOUUCHH!"
"GGMMSHUTMUPANDMPULL!"
  Muttering and swearing at each other, the two guards gingerly picked away at the tape that was holding them captive. Phil, with his bladder about to rupture, worked away feverishly. He could feel the sweat running down his legs – a sure prelude to an unfortunate accident. He didn't want that to happen again!
With a triumphal grunt, Rod pulled at the last of the tape holding his hands behind his back. Gee, but that felt good. He flexed his arms to get the blood flowing.
"MMUNTIEMMEMNOWWWWWWWW!"
Chris looked at the agonized expression on Phil’s face and got to work quickly. He had seen that expression before and knew what it meant. He speedily undid the tape binding Phil, hoping that his colleague would be able to control himself until he was free.
  Chris ripped off his own gag.
"GO! Don’t make a mess!"
Phil wasted no time in scampering off, though even in his extremity he was plotting Chris’s downfall. He didn’t have to worry, since both Chris and Phil were fired, and their employer was XXXX into bankruptcy by the ensuing lawsuit.     Chris played by Rod
Phil played by Patrick   Photography by Caitiff  

Rico Gets Ragged by Kurt

22 photos; 4:17 video

     "Yo, Rico, what's shakin', dawg?"
Rico looked up from his pullout bed to see his two gangmates Luis and Karim standing in his cluttered living room. He was startled and had no idea how they'd gotten into his apartment. The one thing that was immediately clear was the shiny silver pistol Luis was clutching and pointing down at him.
"What up, boyz? What's the 411?" Rico inquired innocently.
"Word is you been doin' Rosie behind my back", snarled Luis. "Dat ain't cool, bro!"
  Rico's throat tightened as he heard the accusation. Of course, it wasn't true, but Rico could never admit that he was in fact more turned on by Luis than his skank ho Rosie. That would break the macho code of the hood and there was no telling how Luis would react. Luis was famous in the hood for his jealous nature and hair-tigger temper.
"Naw, man, I'd never do you like that," Rico stuttered unconvincingly.
"Yeah, right", Luis replied. "Just shut up and roll over, Romeo! Karim, get that rope and tie this fucker up good and tight!"
With a pistol pointed down at his exposed package, Rico had no choice but to comply. He rolled over onto his belly and within seconds, his wrists were tightly bound, and Karim continued wrapping rope around his chest and arms. Karim rolled him roughly onto his back, then shimmied down and tied his ankles together.
  "Oww! C'mon, man, not so tight!" Rico whined as his feet were tied so tightly that his ankles rubbed against each other.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Luis growled. He handed Karim a thick, white cloth. "Gag the fucker!" he ordered Karim.
Karim pulled the cloth tightly through Rico's mouth and knotted it securely behind his head. Rico felt Karim was enjoying binding and gagging him, and for some strange reason, he felt an all-too familiar tingling in his crotch as his sensitive cock and balls began to swell up against his will.   "Hey, Luis, look," Karim said, pointing down at Rico's hard cock and swollen balls. "Dude popped a woody when I gagged him!"
Luis eyes widened. "Oh, shit! No way! My boy's a punk? I can't fucking believe it! This changes things.
Luis and Karim stepped away from the couch and whispered to each other. Rico rolled around, struggling against the tight ropes and grunting into his gag. The two studs returned, and Karim sat on the edge of the pull-out.
"Go ahead, do it!" Luis said to Karim.
Rico was shocked as Karim reached forward and grasped his hot shaft. Karim stroked it gently, the rough edges of his hand creating friction along the captive's pulsating joint.
"Mmmmm......mmmmppphhh!" Rico moaned as Karim used his other hand to fondle his heavy ball sac. He writhed on the bed as his gang bud played
him like an expert.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPHHHH!!" Rico grunted loudly as Karim's sexy lips encircled his swollen cockhead and his tongue lapped around it hungrily. Meanwhile, Luis climbed onto the bed and knelt over his captive. He unbuckled his baggy jeans and yanked down his plaid boxers, exposing his hard, 10-inch rod.
He reached behind Rico's head and untied the gag. Rico took in a quick gasp of breath as the gag was removed, but before he could speak, Luis's guided missile made contact with his lips. Rico instinctively opened his jaws as wide as possible, and slid his mouth over his buddy's thick shaft, while Karim continued his maniplulation of Rico's cock and balls.
  Luis groaned in ecstasy as Rico clamped down on his johnson, soaking it
with his saliva.
"Fuck....oh fuck, yeah...suck it, bitch!" he moaned.
Several hours later, Karim and Luis were fastening their belts, looking down at their bound captive, whose gag had been tightly replaced.
"Don't say nothin', Rico", Luis ordered, as he tucked the pistol into his jeans pocket. "You know we'll come back and finish the job if you tell anyone what went down here tonight!!!"
Rico eyed the two handsome studs who had jerked him off, and smiled beneath his gag. He knew joining the gang would pay off eventually!      

Athletic Tape

23 photos; 6:07 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/13/2019

Cuddles

25 photos; 6:14 video

BoundGuy played by Remy
Bad Guy played by David

Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Deadline by Caitiff

28 photos; 2:34 video

   Ted was excited. For weeks he had been investigating what was turning out to be one of the biggest political scandals this city had ever seen for his newspaper. Crime, corruption, bribes, and even murder was dirtying the hands of several key figures on the city council and Ted had finally found the smoking XXXX, the evidence linking it all together. Now all he had to do was finish typing up the rough draft of his story on his home computer before his editor came over.   "Ok, bright Boy. Put your hands up!" A threatening voice said behind Ted. Ted turned to see two men in ski masks holding a XXXX on him!   'Wh..what's going on?" Ted stammered!   "What do you think is happening? You've been too nosy! " the smaller of the two men explained, " and now we've come to take care of you!"   "Let's just shoot him" the larger of the men said, cocking his XXXX. But his partner stopped him.   "The boss said to make an example of him and his self rightous editor. Get me the rope!"    Soon Ted found himself being tied tightly to his chair and his mouth taped by the larger man while the smaller one fiddled with a contraption on his front door.       Ted could only stare in XXXX as he heard the ticking of the clock.. Even if his editor didn't come, Ted could was dead..   "The men left Ted to sweat out his last moments bound and gagged. Desperately he strained at the ropes but the big man obviously knew a thing or two about knots. It soon became clear that Ted wasn't going to free himself in the few minutes remaining.   Ted could hear the thumping of his upstairs neighbor moving around.   Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Ted moaned as loud as the tape on his mouth permitted but his neighbor turned on his stereo, drowning out Ted's frantic pleas for help.   Panicked, Ted tried scooting his chair to the kitchen. Maybe if he could somehow reach the stove and turn off the gas, Ted thought. Unfortunately Ted lost his balance and tied as he was, he couldn't stop himself from tipping over. Ted lay stunned for a few more precious minutes. The ropes kept him still tied to the chair and now he was even more helpless on the floor. At least it was a little easier to breath down here.    There was a voice on the other side of Ted's door. Faintly, Ted could make out the voice of his editor coming closer!   "Mmmmm! Mmmmmppphhht!" But it was no use. The gag kept him from being heard.   There was XXXX on the door. "Ted, it's Julia. let me in."   "Mmmmmmppht mmuuuu ffffffth!" Ted had to do something before she tried the door! Then he noticed the sweat from his face had made the tape a little less sticky. One end of the tape was beginning to peel off. Frantically he rubbed against the carpet, trying to take the tape gag off.    "Ted? I hear you in there. Are you all right?"   "Mmmm!"   "I'm coming in!"   "The door knob began to move just as the tape finally came off of Ted's mouth. "NO! stay out! there's a booby trap!"   The doorknob stopped moving.   Ted's editor was able to get in through the window. She untied Ted before the timer went off. There was still enough time for the bomb squad to come and diarm the bomb. The would be assassins had been over confident. Ted gave them a copy of his hard drive with all the evidence to the police. A month later, most of the city council had been replaced. And Ted got a promotion to staff reporter and a raise. He now had more work then ever   Though he took some time to learn how to escape being tied up. Just in case.     The End  

Learning the Ropes by Caitiff

20 photos; 3:10 video

  Darien was a cute guy in my drama class. He wanted to be an actor so he took all the Theatre classes. I wanted an easy grade so I took them too. But I also wanted Darien. Unfortunately, Darien wouldn't give me the time of day. I wasn't in the Theatre clique like he was.
That is, until our teacher assigned us together as partners to do a short skit from a play we had chosen.
"I'm busy most of today but if you come over to my house tonight, I think have a scene we can do pretty easily for a good grade." I said.
"Ok, whatever. "replied Darien. He was still irritated he hadn't gotten to be partners with one of his Theatre friends.
Perfect, I thought. My plan was coming together.
That night Darien showed up at my apartment and I showed him the scene I had picked out.
"But Arsenic and Old Lace? But that scene where Mortimer gets tied up has three people in it."
"Don't worry,'" I answered. "We're allowed to cut as we need and I've worked it out. I'll show you."
Using some clothesline I had found, I quickly had Darien's hands securely tied behind his back.
"But I don't see how this is going to work. And where do I begin my line?"
"Don't worry about that. You won't have any lines."
"What do you mean I don't..Mmmm!" Darien's question was cut off by he strip of duct tape I slapped over his mouth. Darien was always a lot cuter when he wasn't talking.
I stood back to admire my work. Damn fine job, if I do say so myself. Darien might have said so too, if he hadn't been gagged and just realizing he was in the hands of a crazy person.
"Hmmm, I'm just not feeling it yet. I know, you need to sit down." I gently pushed Darien onto the floor."
Darien looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. He was so cute when he tried to look angry.
"I'm sorry, is something a matter?" I asked in a fake sympathetic tone.     "Mmmmfph!" Was all Darien could say.
"Of course, silly me to forget." and I tied Darien's feet together. "Now you can feel as if you are really tied up! I want you to get in the moment."
I then sat down beside him and get as close as I could to Darien's body. Bound and gagged, there wasn't much he could do to stop me. I flipped on the TV.
"But before we go back to work, South Park is on. You don't mind if we watch that first. do you?"
"Mmm!"
"Oh good. Because I figure, we can rehearse all night if we have too."  

   

Click by Fidelis

34 photos

       Wait a minute. What was that over there, in that pile of wood? Brad squinted a bit as he peered across the cellar. Hallelujah! It WAS a knife, sticking up out of piece of wood. Now all he had to do was to get over to the knife, cut the tape that bound him, and get the hell out of here.
"MMMPHHH." Gee, this wasn’t as easy as it looked in the movies. Brad was making very slow progress as he took tiny little hops across the room. He had to be careful; if he went down, he might not be able to get up again. Plus, he didn’t want to damage his camera, which miraculously seemed undamaged. It looked as if Neanderthal hadn’t even touched it. The precious film with the incriminating pictures was still inside.      Ah, he had made it. Now came the tricky part. Cutting the tape without severing an artery. Brad slowly squatted down, looking over his shoulder as he felt around for the knife. Got it! Damn, it was pushed deep into that piece of wood. He tugged on it again. It came free. All he had to do now was to cut the tape, and get out of here before Neanderthal returned.
Ouch! Brad grunted under his gag as the point of the knife went through his shirt and pricked his arm. OK, try again. Come on, Brad, he told himself, you can do this. If only his hands weren’t so sweaty. All he needed was to get the knife under the tape and start sawing away at it and…BINGO! Brad felt the knife start sliding through the tape. It took time, but he finally managed to cut through the tape around his wrists. He was sweating bullets, waiting for Neanderthal and his XXXX to return. Once he got his hands free, it took him moments to cut through the rest of the tape. He ripped off the tape gag and bolted, his camera and its precious contents still safe.         Brad played by Matt
photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/22/2003

Won't Take Yes for an Answer by Marty

30 photos; 8:29 video

 

Scarlet Streak Subdued

22 photos; 5:33 video

Scarlet Streak played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 10/13/2019

Jogger Hog Tied

24 photos; 4:09 video

The Jogger played by David
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/16/2019

You Belong to Me

24 photos; 6:10 video

BoundGuy played by Troy
Bad Guy played by Remy

Date of Production: 08/10/2019

Hog Tied Grunt

29 photos; 4:20 video

Model: Derek Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:11/16/2013

Comrades in Bondage by JMZ

26 photos; 3:32 video

            If Mr. Bradford wants a thousand page essay, that’s what he’ll get. My father pays this man’s salary, so I’m pretty safe in the fact that he’ll keep quiet about this whole ordeal. Besides with tape over his mouth he doesn’t have much of a choice. The tape is a nice change of pace; I wish he would sport a strip over his mouth in class. On the other hand if my dad’s threat of financially cutting me off if I got into more trouble is real I’m pretty screwed. Oh well I’m doing the assignment that was assigned. It will be titled “Escapology, the Art of the Escape”. Mr. Bradford will sure to give me an A on it, after all he is my research subject.
 
            I’ll start it off by writing about the challenge. I tied double knots around the subjects wrists, his fists clenched as I wrapped the rope around several times. I did the same with his knees and ankles. In order to keep him from using his teeth to gnaw at the knots it was necessary to tape his mouth shut. Now it was time to watch and see if the subject would be able to break free. “MMMPPPHHH”, he grunted. “Now Mr. Bradford there is no need for foul language, you wanted a thousand word essay, and your going to get one. Do you have a pen and paper so I can take notes?” “ MMMPPPHHH.” “That’s okay Mr. Bradford I’ll get it myself no need to get up.” I’ll continue on with how the subject looked angry after minutes of struggling. His face reddened, and his glare towards me was menacing.
 
            It sounds like somebody is at the door. I’d better hide. “Chet, what the hell is going on”, he yelled. It was Mr. Harris. Why did he have a key to Branford’s place? “MMMPPPHHH.” I’d better think of something quick before he rips the tape off his mouth. “Hello Mr. Harris.” “Tim Mcnarma, did you do this?” “Yes sir I did, Mr. Bradford wanted me to write a thousand word essay, and I decided to do it on escapology.” “He offered to help me out and be my test subject.”  “Well that was nice of you Chet.” “MMMPPPHHH”, Mr. Bradford screamed. Luckily for me Mr. Harris was not too bright; he had been demoted from teaching history to being the gym coach. “Well Tim can I help in any way?” “Sure Mr. Harris, can I tie you up and see if you can escape?”  

Outsmarted by Soft Touch

30 photos

             Erik played by Johhny    

Cheeky Monkey

24 photos; 2:08 video

Slap That Ass

32 photos; 5:19 video

Vladdy played by Vladimir
Daddy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 08/16/2019

Out In The Woods

21 photos; 2:10 video

 

An Officer and a Hostage by Kirk

29 photos; 3:18 video

  Col. Chet Bradford was glad to return to his quarters.  The "Colonel" was actually an honorary title....he was an English teacher at Shady Grove Military Academy. The kids had really gotten on his nerves today.  He was the youngest teacher on staff, and they thought they could play him more than the other old-timers on the faculty.  In retaliation, Chet had assigned a 1,000-word essay to the class titled: "An Officer and a Gentleman: Define!"  Chet was exhausted as he turned the knob of his homey residence and stepped in.   Little did Chet know, but the turning of the doorknob sealed his fate.  As he stepped through the doorway, something heavy and blunt connected with the back of his head.  The handsome teacher went down like a sack of bricks.  Out cold, he could have no idea who his assailant(s) was.  But, in fact, they were 3 of his students, who were in no mood to write a 1,000 word essay that evening.

Chet's aching head slowly cleared.  As the fog lifted, he was amazed to find himself immobilized.  An instinctive cry was muffled by a thick strip of duct tape plastered over his mouth, and his arms and hands were pinioned.  Chet worked out at the school gym every morning, and he couldn't believe that a few yards of clothesline had rendered him helpless.  He grunted and shifted his shoulders, trying to stretch his upper arms, but the ropes held taut.  And then his attackers came into view..three of them...wearing black jeans and T's and spandex hoods which completely obscured their faces.  Without a word, two of them approached him with more rope, and quickly tied his knees and ankles. Chet grunted in outrage through his gag as he was pushed down and made even more helpless than before.

Chet watched them move around his home.  They didn't seem to be interested in stealing anything.  They remained completely silent, except for an occasional muffled snicker escaping through their masks as they observed their tied and gagged victim.  As Chet's clouded vision finally cleared completely, he thought he recognized something familiar about his three attackers.  Their movements indicated that they were young men, probably as young as his senior students.  If he didn't know better.....he'd swear the tallest one was Tim McNamara, the lead wiseass in his class.  But it couldn't be....they wouldn't dare...attacking, knocking out, binding and gagging a teacher would mean immediate expulsion, and criminal charges.  But, then again, some of these spoiled rich punks would do anything to get thrown out, and their wealthy daddies would cover up any charges they incurred. No...it couldn't be.....

"How ya like being on the receiving end of the bullshit, Teach?" the tallest one said.  He yanked off the spandex hood.

Tim McNamara!!

Chet grunted in anger..the tape gag muffling his expletives into nonsense.

"MMMMPPPFFFFFHHHHH!"

Chet's mind whirled....he couldn't believe that any student would go this far.  But he knew damn well the cowardly administration would cover it up and if he wanted to keep his job, he'd have to shut up too.  What a REVOLTING development!!      

Do With As I Please By: By Gilroy

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Frank needed money for his hot new date he asked out last week. She was really cute but Frank was even cuter to me. I simply love the expression of hot men in the time of need they often only think of themselves even though they want you to help them and give you a guilt trip if you don't. He promised to pay me back Sunday but Frank hadn't which put my damn account overdrawn ugh!! I hate being used so now I'm gonna use his cute punk ass for my pleasure hehe... Frank had no idea what's in store for him now I've have his cute ass all nicely bound up and gagged in my “play room” hehe damn he looked so hot taken in that tight sexy black tee shirt and skater jeans! I XXXX him out cold after a few beers wasn't hard Frank can't hold his liquor well. Coils of thick twisted rope bound his hands tightly behind his back, leaving his front body open to whatever I cared to do with it. To keep his pitiful yapping down, I slapped some sticky tape over his lips. That shall shut the pizzy up! That was his weird nickname after his cute messy hair. Truthfully I liked it well but always teased him with saying he's rebellious and should get himself a damn haircut. Hmmm maybe I'll threaten him with a shave from head to toe he like that wouldn't he? Haha perfect! “Mmmm!” Frank moaned pathetically when he finally arose from his hangover, man this boy can't drink like the tough kid he says he is now I'm gonna teach him reality once and for all. He begged to be let go but that only encouraged me further to torment him. I had evil plans for him and if he's not good he'll be sorry when I beat him up while tied up! If Frank didn't have my money he would repay me another way, and it's simply tough love! Desperately Frank struggled against the ropes. It was futile, of course. Frank was hardly the first guy to think he could screw me over. I had him trussed well but the boy wouldn't stop moving. "Mmmmmppphhh! Mmppmmmmmmm! MMPH!!!" ...ah the beautiful sound of a kid at my mercy it's music to my ears! All of them had ended up the same... tied up, gagged and awaiting me to sell them over to some other dude who would pay handsomely for fresh cute new faces. I would have to see if that guy in Singapore would be interested, he loves handsome young slaves with nice beefy muscled bodies and cute little baby faces. Frank was just his type! But I was getting way ahead of myself. Frank was still raw and untrained; he had still had delusions of being in control. There he was still trying to escape, what a restless little pizzy he was! He was bound hand and foot but still he struggled, as if he had any chance of breakin' free? Frank moaned and begged through his sweet taped up lips, apparently not understanding why I had gagged his punk mouth to begin with. Time to put this pizzy in proper time out! "MmmpphH, mmmpphhHH!!" Frank screamed. "I said shut the hell up Frank you're mine now and you will do what I say! Time to bind up those juicy muscles of yours really tight if you make a peep I'll wrap you up tighter so you can't breathe you hear!" Frank sobbed and broke into his subordinate form as I firmly coiled more tight ropes around his beefy chest and arms and squeezed his torso like a snake into a well packaged stud off to the slave market then I bound up his feet and meaty legs too so the boy knows he's owned! Frank tried to resist, of course it didn’t do him any good. Frank didn’t need more rope to stay tied up, but it was good for him to get used ot the idea of being tightly bound. It looked so hot on him like he was somehow made for this. He would be spending most of his time tied up in some fashion. “Mmmppphh Mmmmaaa!” Frank grunted as I shoved him to the ground on his knees. Something else he might as well get used to now. The boy will be manhandled a lot as his tightly bound helpless body is begging to be touched and possibly abused if the kid misbehaves. "Now you be a good litt'l pizzy or I'll really hurt you, now shut up you bad pizzy! Next time I hear you moan and struggle I'm gonna take this sharp edge and slice you up until you're completely butt ass naked!" Frank looked puzzled but believed me and backed down. "mmmmpppphhhmmm... mmmmm?" I watched Frank continue to struggle and grunt, the pure excitment of young boys tied up and at my full mercy gets me so hard! He still couldn't believe that I was going to sell his ass off into slavery. I know my customers would fall in love with his personality; they adore cute litt'l tied up pizzys hehe and I told him that was going to happen to him if he didn't’ pay me. Now he's worthless and fair game to whoever will pay me the highest bid; a handsome young jock like Frank could be worth $10K! However I didn't’ see any reason to get my money back too soon as I'm not through with him yet... I was sure to get more for him if he was properly trained first. Yeah, I was really going to enjoy this... "Now my pizzy let's whip u into shape hehehe..." Frank's eyes opened like cue balls when I cracked the big leather whip out at him, he cried... "Now down on your knees! Or feel my wrath..." WHACK!! "MmMMPHHHhH!!!! MmmpHHH!!" The End   Frank played by: Zac Photography by: Zac Date of Production:09/22/2010

Bucking Bronco by Caitiff

20 photos; 5:18 video

Con’t from Urban Cowboy  

    “Mmmmmppphhaaammmmmm!”  Kenny moaned angrily. 
    Earlier that day he had insulted his neighbour Jose and Carlos.  They had responded by nabbing him.  Now he was in their basement tied up.  A filthy rag had been knotted and shoved into his mouth, gagging him.  Then while he lay on a mattress they had pulled down his pants.  His ass and dick hung out exposed.  More rope was taken out and Kenny was cruelly hog tied.  Jose and his buddy Carlos ran their grubby hands all over Kenny’s helpless body.    Bound and gagged, he could nothing as they XXXX him.         “Mmmmpphhh!? Mmmmmm!”, Kenny grunted.
    Suddenly there was the sound of a XXXX on the door.
    “Ahh shit, what now man!” Carlos complained, “I was just getting into it!”
    “Well go see who it is, asshole!”, Jose said as he grabbed at Kenny’s dick.
    “You do it!  It’s your house.” Carlos retorted.
    “Fuck. All right. Keep this asshole quiet! And don’t do nothing until I get back.”
    Jose pulled up his half dropped drawers and ran up the stairs.  Carlos gave Kenny a threatening look and went off into a corner.  Taking out a cigarette, he lit up a smoke.       Kenny couldn’t hear what was going on upstairs but he did realise this could have been his only chance to get help.    But how?  Even if he tried yelling for help, would anyone hear him through the gag?  Kenny could hardly move being trussed up as he was.
    Kenny didn’t know how long Jose had been gone but it seemed like quite a while.  Carlos was obviously growing impatient.  He threw his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it angrily.
    “Fuck this.  And fuck Jose.  Your ass is mine.”
    “Mmmppphh!”  Kenny groaned.  He practically growled at Carlos for all the good it would do. 
    Carlos went to work, squeezing Kenny’s bare buns.  Kenny’s nips were bitten and pinched.    Carlos' lips went down and Kenny could feel his tongue going up and down the shaft.  Despite himself, his dick began to harden. Carlos had already taken out his own growing cock and was rubbing against Kenny’s bare body.   “Uhh hey, Carlos, you need to come up here man.”, Jose said from a top the stairs.           “It can wait.”
    “No.  Only a minute.”
    “damn!  Guess he got rid of the guy at the door.  Be right back and then you can have both of us.” 
    Carlos pulled himself off Kenny, pulled up his pants and ran up threw stairs only to be greeted by a man yelling “Police. On the ground!”
    Kenny was never so happy as he saw the police rush down the stairs to go rescue him.  Apparently when Jose and Carlos had grabbed him, someone had called the police. 
    As a hunky muscular cop undid Kenny’s bonds, Kenny couldn’t help but notice how hot the guy looked in his uniform.       The End

Kenny the Cowboi played by Jay
Photography by Caitiff

  Date of Production 10/12/2008