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Corporal in Trouble by Caitiff

34 photos; 5:08 video

Hindsight was 20/20. Not that it was doing Corporal Dylan Tyler any good. He knew he wasn't’ supposed to go off the base at night, especially not in uniform.   But Dylan was horny and none too bright. He wanted to get drunk and he knew the local women went crazy for an American in uniform.

    Dylan figured he would sneak off, get a little tail and be back long before revelry that morning. The first part of his plan worked all right.   No one noticed Dylan sneak off. He did find a really hot girl who seemed like she couldn’t wait to get into Dylan’s pants.

    Unfortunately, the girls friends grabbing Dylan, tying his hands behind him, and shoving him into the back of a van was not part of Dylan’s plan. Suddenly he remembered why he wasn’t supposed to go out on the town in uniform.

    The XXXXs did not a thing. Whenever Dylan tried ot talk he got a hard XXXX on the head. Dylan didn’t know where he was being taken but it looked like the bad part of town. The XXXXers stopped at a dark house, shoving their captive out the van and into their hide out.

    Dylan was shoved onto a bed. He got up the nerve ot try to talk to his XXXXs again.

    “Uhh ok. Uhh what do you guys wa..Mmpphh!”, Dylan was cut off as tape was wrapped tightly around his head.
     Dylan was then XXXX to his feet and shoved into a cramped closet. They pushed his ass onto a chair. Rope was taken out and used to bind Dylan’s knees and ankles.

    “Mmph!, Dylan protested for all the good it did him. The XXXXs shut the door behind them, leaving Dylan alone in the closet. At least they hadn’t turned off the light.

    Dylan shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Though he wasn’t tied to the chair itself, he dared not get off it. Dylan didn’t want to make too much noise. He could hear his XXXXs just outside the door. Dylan could also hear what sounded like rats scurrying around.    Dylan was certain that if he moved too much the accumulated junk in the small space would come crashing down, bringing who knew what with it.

    Instead Dylan tried testing the ropes that bound him. The cords were wrapped tightly. Not so tight that Dylan worried about losing feeling in his hands but enough that he couldn’t just slip out. Frantically Dylan sought any knots. Unfortunately the ropes formed a tangled mass. Dylan couldn’t be sure when he found a knot. And when he worked on any of the clumps he thought was a knot, he made no progress at all.

    Even the tape gag was secure. Dylan doubted he could get it off without the use of his hands.

    Dylan realised he was going to stay bound and gagged for a very long time.

    Dylan slept fitfully. He didn’t know when he managed to fall aXXXX. Dylan only knew that he woke up stiff and incredibly sore, a thin beam of light leaking in from behind the crack in the board over a small window.

    “Mmmmpphh!”, Dylan gave a pitiful moan when his XXXXs opened the closet door. They took the tape off his mouth, let him drink some water and then gagged him again with tape. Worse, they tore off a strip and put it over Dylan’s eyes.

    “Mmmmmfffaaaa!”, Dylan began to panic at the thought of staying in that small space, not only bound and helpless but blind as well. Dylan began developing a severe case of claustrophobia.
    The XXXXs did not keep Dylan in the closet however. They XXXX him up onto his feet. Dylan had to hop on bound feet, blindfolded, forward. Dylan was scared to XXXX he would trip.

    Dylan couldn’t know where has being led but he felt a wall and figured he was being put in a corner. Dylan heard the click of a camera. The XXXXs spoke among themselves.    Dylan wished he could understand what they were saying but he had never cared to learn the local language beyond how to order a beer or pick up chicks. However he did recognise some words, like the name of the base and Dylan’s commanding officer. He also heard them talk about money.

    This lasted for a few minutes. In that time Dylan could feel his legs beginning to buckle underneath him. Hands grabbed him as he fell to the floor, making his descent more gentle then it would have been otherwise. Sill, Dylan’s ass stung as he hit the floor.

    There continued to be some shuffling and then silence for what seemed an eternity. Dylan thought he might be alone though of course he couldn’t see.
    “Mmmmm?!”, Dylan let out a long moan and then another but no response. There was no noise either. The whole house seemed quiet. Dylan was now certain he was alone.

    Dylan knew this might be his only chance to escape. He didn’t know where he could find the strength though. He had been bound and gagged for at least a day. He was starving and sore and weak as a kitten. Still, Dylan tried to fight the ropes. This time he didn’t care if he made noise. He bucked and twisted, fighting the ropes with what little strength he had left. He even began to grunt through his gag, preying that some bystander outside might hear him.

    Desperately Dylan rolled on the hard concrete floor. Though he couldn’t see, Dylan’s head did bump against what seemed ot be the stairs. But tied up and helpless a she was, Dylan didn't’ try to climb it in his condition. He was pretty sure if tried he would only end up breaking his neck.

    “MmmmPpphhhmmmm!”, Dylan gave an angry grunt. He was still no where near getting freed. He would have given anything to be untied, to have this stupid gag taken off of his mouth.

    Dylan stayed bound and gagged on the floor in that house for the rest of the day. The MPs found him after they arrested some of the locals who had tried to ransom Dylan to his commanding officer.

    Corporal Dylan Tyler became Private Dylan Tyler. And he never sneaked off base again.

The End

Corporal Dylan played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/28/2009
Let Me Go by Kirk

31 photos; 3:53 video

Mike knew he had problems. The 26 year old went from bouts of road rage to violent outbreaks that brought him to the point of hurting people he loved. Macho as always, he knew he had to bring his anger under control before something worse happened: and end him in prison or worse.

His buddy Jake, a marine home from Iraq, suggested he try an attitude adjustment. “I’ll train you to fix that attitude of yours.” “How, mother fucker?”   “You’ll see. Come to my house Saturday at 7 AM. And bring rope. “Why rope?” “You not game?” Mike agreed. Friday after work he went to the Home Depot and purchased length diameters. He arrived at Jake’s defiant as ever. “Ok, shit head, begin my attitude adjustment!”

“Shut the fuck up and from now on, not a word, understand fuckface.” Mike’s anger began to well up but he bit his tongue. “Well, I am going to rope you like a pig. Make you focus on yourself. Feel your anger with no control.” Mike had second thoughts when Jake tossed him a rag and a roll of duct tape. “We do this in pow training. Now, Start with your mouth: tape it up tight!.” Mike knew he was at the point of no return and rolled the tape tightly gagging himself. “Now fucker, on your knees hands behind your head and submit to the rope.” Again Mike complied and submitted his body to Jake’s professional roping.

Jake looked down at Mike, fully restrained. Mike roped his crossed wrists behind his back, nice and tight. He lashed his upper arms tightly to his sides by turning the rope around his torso.   Mike began to struggle. His only result was skin burn on his wrists. Jake turned Mike on his back, and bent his legs. He tied them together at his knees and ankles.

“Now fucker, feel your anger and do something about it.” Mike just moaned. He realized he was helpless, his anger useless, and if he moved he only ripped his wrists to shreds and cramped his muscles.   He felt his pulse in his numbing arms and legs became aware of every trickle of sweat that poured forth from every pore on his body. He realized he had no external control but complete internal control. He sat in his misery and waited.

“Now the final adjustment,” Jake said. “I have control of your body; you have control of your mind. Which will win out?” Mike XXXX his mind to focus as he waited what was to come, his breath heavy with fear. Jake came down and hogtied him.

Can’t get out? Go on, try!” Jake watched for some fifteen minutes as Mike fought the bindings. He turned all around the floor and got nowhere very fast. He stopped. Exhausted.

“Untie me.” Mike demanded. “Why, you pissed off? Angry? What you going to do about it?” Mike realized that he was helpless and his anger only caused him rope burn. He stared at Jake.

“One two things left for your management lesson for today. Jake knelt down, XXXX Mike on his side, and sat on his bent legs. He tickled his feet with no mercy. Mike bucked and fought but could not stop the torture. “Pissed off? Who gives a shit?” Jake finally stopped, exhausted.

“Your second lesson is patience with anger. There is no way you will get out of that roping. So, just lay there for the night. I’ll return in 24 hours and check in how you are doing. If you are still tied up we begin lesson three.” Jake left! “Management my ass, I got to break out of this shit.” Using all his anger Mike kicked and rolled and bucked and cursed, even freeing his gag and calling for help. But alas, in the end he lay there, exhausted. His anger subsided as he realized he lost control and was helpless.

“It’s going to be a long night,” he thought. “I wonder what lesson three is?”
The End

Mike Played by Himself Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/13/2007
Den of Thievs by Caitiff

23 photos

How did he manage to get himself into this mess?, Joe wondered for the umpteenth time. Sure, he was as sick as everybody else in the neighborhood with the string of burglaries that the police couldn’t seem to solve. And when he and his brother Frank had seen the shadowy figure coming out of the window of Ms. Wilson’s house, Joe hadn’t thought anything of running after the man. Joe was on the track team in school and easily managed to follow the fleeing thief to the old abandoned McGreavy house. Unfortunately, Joe had lost Frank in the chase. Otherwise, Joe might had had some help when the thief’s partner jumped him right outside the house. Winded from his run, Joe was easily subdued, a hand clasped tightly over his mouth as another hand bent his arm painfully behind his back. Joe was XXXX into the house.
“What are we going to do with him?” The first thief asked his partner.
“If you hadn’t been so stupid as to be followed in the first place! We have too perfect a set up here to let you mess it up!” The second thief spat out, twisting Joe’s arm even harder.
“How as I supposed to know there would be a stupid kid following me. I ran as fast as I could. Look, al we got to do is get rid of him.”
“I ain’t taking a murder rap for some second rate stereo equipment a few diamond rings.”
“All right. Let’s tie him up then. Gag him tight so he can’t yell for help. we can clear out with our stuff by tomorrow. and this kid can spend the next week bound and gagged in this pit with the roaches while we get away. ”
Al right.” the partner agreed as the first thief gathered some clothesline,”But if you mess up again, you’ll be sitting tied up and gagged right next to him. I’m tired of your screw ups!”
The first thief seemed to take his partner’s words to heart as he tightly tied Joe’s hands behind his back. Joe tried to struggle as best as he could but the larger man holding him had him pinned and helpless. Wiggling his wrists, Joe soon realized that his chances of freeing himself weren’t good. More rope bound Joe’s feet and knees. The thief then grabbed a filthy rag from the floor of the derelict house and knotted it in the middle.
“Ok, time to gag our little snoop”, the first thief said. The hand over Joe’s mouth released it’s grip only to be replaced by the foul tasting gag that filled Joe’s mouth.
Bound and gagged, Joe was utterly at his captor’s mercy. They XXXX him into a back room and onto a musty couch.
“If you know what’s good for you, you'll stay put and quiet. Remember, we don’t have to feed you while you’re tied up here.” The second thief said before the left Joe to wait out his captivity.
Even though Joe knew it was useless, he continued to fight the ropes. But the ropes were tied to tightly and Joe was still too exhausted to accomplish anything.
With nothing to do but sit tied up uncomfortably, Joe’s thoughts raced through his head. Would his brother Frank be able to find him and come back with help? What if the thieves decided they would be better off with Joe permanently out of the way? what if the thieves left him here and Joe couldn’t free himself? How long would he end up staying in this abandoned house, bound and gagged?
Just then Joe saw the window and got an idea. he dared not make any noise, even through his gag lest his XXXXers hear. But if somebody lived nearby, they might see joe was being held hostage and cal the police.
Carefully Joe got to his feet and hopped as softly as he could over the window. Joe had no idea if anybody would see him but it was his only chance. Hopefully Frank had picked up his brother’s trail and would see him.
But Joe hadn’t been careful enough. A hand grabbed Joe’s shoulder and threw him away from the open window.
“Nice try.” The second thief said as he pushed Joe back to the couch.
For a second, Joe was worried the thieves would decide to do away with Joe right there and then. But they instead hog tied him on the couch. Now if Joe tried to move, al he would accomplish would be to fall to the floor and hurt himself.
“You’re such a smart guy. Well now you can stay hog tied like that for the rest of the time. Don’t worry, after the first week, you get used to it.”
Now Joe was really uncomfortable. He was beginning to lose circulation in arms and feet and the gag that filled his mouth tasted so bad it was making him feel sick. Joe seriously doubted he could last out a week tied up and gagged like this. Suddenly Joe heard a noise outside the house.
“Hey Joe! Joe! Are you in there?” Frank’s voice yelled out.
Oh no. Frank had picked up his trail but he didn’t know that Joe had been captured, his XXXXs waiting to spring a trap right inside the house. Joe had to warn his brother!
“Mmmmmm! Mmmpphhffmmmaaaaa!” Nothing but an incomprehensible groan escaped the gag’s thick material. Desperately he tried to force the rag out of his mouth but like his bonds, the gag had been tied too tightly.
Joe heard the front door to the house creak open.
“Joe? You in here? Did you find ..Mmmmpph!?!” Joe heard his brother say, followed by the sounds of a scuffle.
Hog tied and gagged silent, Joe could only lay on the couch and hope for the best.
To Be Continued

Joe played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/28/2004

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