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"Mmmm, that feels great, Steve. I can’t thank you enough for staying late for me. You wouldn’t believe the week that I’ve had." Sam was moaning with contentment as Steve’s nimble fingers worked their magic, getting rid of all the kinks in his muscles. This felt so great; Sam had really been in no condition to try to work out, and he was lucky that Steve had been so willing to fit him in after-hours Steve was always so pleasant and cooperative, not like some of the other people who worked at the faculty club. And Sam really had had a terrible and stressful week.
"That’s OK, Professor O’Noora. I’m glad to be of help. I read about what happened to you. That was terrible. It was lucky that you were able to escape from those guys." Steve spoke through clenched teeth. He was so horny he could barely continue the massage. He had seen the hunky young associate professor interviewed on TV shortly after his daring escape, the bandanna that had been used to gag him still hanging around his neck. Steve had read every word he could find about the attack on the professor and his subsequent escape. Steve knew what he would have done to Professor O’Noora if he had been one of the thugs who had XXXX him. The thought of Sam trussed and gagged and helpless made him feel almost dizzy. Steve had had a huge crush on the professor for months, and the XXXX since it had happened had obsessed him. It seemed like a message from above when Professor O’Noora had called, asking if it was possible to get a massage tonight. Steve had scheduled the massage at a time when he knew that no one else would be in the faculty club, not even the maintenance people. He was going to have some fun with the professor tonight.
Sam was purring with bliss as he relaxed more and more. He felt almost boneless, he was so relaxed. God, Steve was really, really good at this. As he felt all of the tension flowing out of his body, Mark hovered on the edge of XXXX. He was exhausted, having had almost no XXXX over the past couple of days. His time had been spent with the police and the university authorities, and he had been too keyed up to get any rest. But now, he felt his eyes closing. Mmmm, this was so good.
Oh good, the young professor was aXXXX. This would make things much easier. Steve walked over to his bag, and extracted a small bottle. He poured a little on a towel, and returned to Sam. He caught the professor by the hair, and pulled his head up. Sam barely stirred as Steve pressed the towel to his nose. He came to for a moment, struggled for a second, and then went back to XXXX, albeit a XXXX XXXX. So far, so good. Steve pulled out one of the carts used to transport dirty linens. Whoof, Professor O’Noora was a big boy! Steve managed to deposit the unconscious Sam in the cart, and then covered him up with some dirty towels. The freight elevator was just down the hall. Steve wheeled the cart to the elevator, and down they went, to the basement.
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Model: Hal Photography by Caitiff
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The Bartender played by Aiden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2013
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Roger was trying to chill. He still had his rugby game today and he needed to get some me time before he had to deal with a bunch of sweaty guys grabbing at him. The was mindless entertainment.
Suddenly a sound like the front door opening startled him. Roger wasn’t expecting anyone. They should have XXXX in any case.
Roger went to the front of the house. The door was closed by slightly ajar. There was no one outside that Roger could see.
Must have been the wind, Roger thought. Sometimes the door blew open if he forgot to lock it. He would have ot be more careful. Who knew what crazy might come into his house if they saw the door open.
Roger closed the door and turned to go back to his book. He didn’t have a chance of seeing the masked intruder as he leapt from the closet.
“Mmmm?!”, Roger was taken completely by surprise as a damp chemical filled cloth was shoved over his mouth and nose. The foul fumes crept down his throat.
“Mmmmmpphhh!
Roger tried to fight his attacker. However the masked man had a grip like a vice. Roger was hardly a weakling. He worked out and played rugby. But no matter how hard he struggled, Roger couldn’t break free. worse, Roger could feel his strength ebbing away as the XXXX out XXXX in the cloth began to work through his system.
Roger went down slowly but surely. The masked man continued ot hold onto his victim as Roger slumped to the floor, unconscious.
The intruder knew he didn't’ have much time. The intruder grabbed Roger under the arms and dragged his insensate form tot he couch.
Roger was lifted onto the couch.
Now the fun begins, the Intruder thought. Producing coils of thick black rope, the Intruder pulled Roger’s arms behind his back. Rope was tied tightly around Roger’s wrists. When he awoke, Roger would have a lot of trouble using his hands.
Next came the feet. Roger was still wearing his knee highs for Rugby. As with Roger’s wrists, the Intruder tightly bound the young man’s ankles. Coils of thick black rope soon were wrapped around Roger’s socked feet.
Satisfied with his rope work, the Intruder then went to the next part. The gag was always his favourite though the fun wouldn't’ occur until his victim woke up. A piece of tape was plastered over Roger’s mouth.
The first part of the job was done. Roger was bound hand and foot, gagged with tape. Now to wait for the XXXXs that had XXXX Roger out to wear off. The part where the victim woke up, to discover himself tied up and helpless, was always the best part of the job.
To Be Continued
Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
To Be Continued
Date of Production: 09/25/10
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You can call me Boot because I’m brand new in the Navy and I don’t know nothing about nothing nautical.
That’s why when that big piece of equipment slipped off of the rope and crashed down to the floor and our Chief screamed “Who tied that knot?” I had to put my hand up.
“Very well, Boot” he sneered at me. “You can see me in the Paint Locker after chow!”
“Aye, aye Sir,” I answered like they taught us. Paint Locker…? What the hell was a Paint Locker? I had to ask some of my new friends and they all kind of laughed at me because some of them had been down in the Paint Locker before.
It turned out that the Paint Locker was down in the basement under our barracks. It was a creepy old place with lots of junk everywhere and maybe a rat or two hiding out somewhere. I went down the old steps and found our Chief waiting for me down there. He was going to teach me my knots if it took him all night.
I was still looking at the ropes he had in his hands and trying to figure out what he was going to do with them when I realized that now both of my hands were tied behind my back and there was this cruel rope harness all around my stomach and over my shoulders.
“This is a sheet-bend. It’s good for tying two lines together,” the Chief went on in his raspy sing-song voice. “And this is a square knot. It’s good for tying limbs and braces together. Don’t never let me see you tying no Grannies.”
Tying up Grannies…? What was he talking about? I never tied up anybody and I surely wouldn't tie up somebody’s Grandmother.”
“Wait a minute Chief…uh…Sir. I don’t think you can tie me up like this. I’m not sure, but I think it might be against the U. C. M. J—Mmmph!”
All of a sudden he plastered this big strip of Navy gray duct tape all over my mouth. I tried moving my lips but now they were all stuck together with sticky tape and now all I could do was grunt and hum while the Chief looked at me with a big smile.
“And this is duct tape. It’s just the think for keeping young ducks like you from quacking too much.”
It was right about then that I started to get a really sick feeling in my stomach. Here I was all tied up so I couldn't move my arms at all, and now I was trapped down in this dark basement with a crazy Knot Man and I couldn't even yell for help. He could keep me down here forever! Who would know?
He pushed me down onto a chair. “Don’t go nowhere. We need more rope.”
As soon as his back was turned, I began struggling against those sheet-bends and square knots, trying to pull my hands and my arms free from them, but it was no good.
“Studying those knots Boot?” The Chief was back with a lot more rope. “On your feet!”
He pulled me to my feet and then wrapped some more rope over my chest and arms. Then he turned me around and pushed me back against this big upright and went on wrapping rope all around my thighs and calves. Quicker than somebody could sound “Liberty Call!” I found myself tightly tied to that upright and standing at Attention.
I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all and I tried to tell him so with every kind of grunt and hum I could make behind that sticky tape, but he just laughed at me.
“All right, I’m going to bed down the rest of the flock. You study up on those knots, you hear?”
I watched him go back up those creaky steps. Then I strained and I struggled as hard as I could, but no matter how hard I tried, those ropes just got tighter and tighter. And then he was back.
“You're a regular wiggle worm. Okay worm, down on the ground!”
Next thing I knew he had me down on that cold hard floor and he was wrapping and tying more ropes around me. Now my legs and my ankles were all tied up together. Then he XXXX off my hat and pushed me over onto the floor.
“Study those knots Boot. I'll be back.”
I struggled around for a bit, and then I tried rubbing the tape on my mouth against the floor, but that didn't work. And then I saw the door. I didn't know where that door led to, but it had to go somewhere. If I could get through it, maybe I could find some help.
“I was wrong Boot. You're not a worm, you're a regular snake. Well, I can fix that,” the old Chief growled at me.
First he bent me almost in half and tied a lot more rope around my wrists and my ankles and then more between the two until the weight of my legs was trying to pull my poor shoulders out of their sockets. Then he tied another rope around my legs and lashed it to that big upright like a doggy leash.
This here is a bowline, Boot, remember that. It’s just the thing for tying things down or keeping slippery snakes like you where I want them to be.”
Then he disappeared again. I tried in every way I could think of to get myself free from those ropes. I tried pulling on them, I tried letting them go really slack, and I even tried picking at the knots with my fingers, but nothing seemed to work. Then way off in the distance somewhere I could hear the faint sound of a bugle blowing Taps.
Then the Chief’s heavy steps came down the stairs to me. “You hear that, Boot? That means lights out so I'll see you again in the morning. Oh, and if you hear some of those little skittering sounds, that’s just our rats. They generally come out after Lights Out to see if I've left them anything to eat.”
Rats! I grunted and hummed and really moaned behind my taped lips for the Chief not to leave me this way. But he just laughed as he went back up those creaky stairs. Then all of the lights went out. And then I heard all of these little skittering noises somewhere out there in the darkness all around me.
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Model: Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/01/2012
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The Rude Victim played by Rex
The Irate Worker played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/15/2018
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The Victim played by Rawy
The Bad Guy played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/10/2012
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Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/13/2013
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Cowboy played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/29/2018
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Antonio was always the person that would go to parties empty handed and drink everyone else's liquor. Just last week he had attended Marcus' party and consumed enough liquor to hurt a small animal. Marcus' had kicked him out and told him he would get back at him.
While Antonio was relaxing after a long day at work, he heard a XXXX on the door. He opened it and saw Marcus holding a bottle.
"Hey we are neighbors. I brought you a peace offering"
Before Antonio could reach for the bottle, the lights went out and down he went. Marcus hit him on the side of the head with the bottle. Luckily it did not break. Marcus quickly pulled out a piece of rope and tied Antonio's hands behind his back. It was time for him to pay him back for taking advantage of his guests at his party. Once his hands were tied he moved on to removing his pants and underwear. Amazingly the big, huge cock that Antonio always bragged about was not that big. Marcus was going to have some fun exposing this loser to everyone that knew him. He took the rest of the rope and tied his feet together.
Antonio started to come to. He slowly started to see Marcus's face come to focus. Antonio tried to move but couldn't and became startled.
"What the hell man!" he said.
"Shut the hell up! For once I figured you could see what it felt like to watch other people drink instead of you hogging up!"
Antonio wiggled and squirmed. "Get me loose before I ..."
Marcus clamped his hand over his mouth. "Before you what? There is not a damn thing that you can do but just lay there and wiggle like a slug in salt. I'm sick of hearing your whining". Marcus pulled out a green bandana and tied it tightly around Antonio's mouth. He soaked a little bit of the booze in it so Antonio could get a taste of what he was missing.
"Now you sit there and be a good boy while I get my camera to show all the ladies what a teeny dick you really have"
Antonio tried his best to move around and get the ropes loose. One thing for sure, Marcus knew how to tie a knot. No matter how much he moved or tried, the knots would not even move an inch. He even tried to yell but the bandana kept his sounds muffled and the walls in this building were pretty thick too.
A few moments later Antonio heard Marcus coming back.
"Well while you were squirming like a little bitch I was able to get some great XXXX from around the corner. I am sure these will be interesting for some people out there. I think I am going to leave you like this while i go and enjoy this bottle. Who knows. I may come back and share it with you, but not in the way as I did when you opened the door"
Marcus patted him on the head and left the apartment with the bottle in his hand. Antonio realized that he had made a mistake by crossing someone that lived just upstairs from him. He laid there and squirmed as he patiently awaited for Marcus to return. Hopefully with the bottle.
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Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotton
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/11/2024
Tags: gagging, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hand gag, cleave gag, twink
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Model: Kris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/12/2024
Tags: chair tie, twink, bad guy, cleave gag, socks, grope
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Model: Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date Production: 07/0/2024
Tags: spread eagle, bare foot, stroke, fondled, grope, military, uniform, exposed, stuff gag, otm gag, blindfold
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Model: Dmitri
Photography by Marco Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/17/2023
tahs: strip, nude, exposed, cleave gag, outdoors
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Hero played by Gustavo
Photography by MArco Grieco
See More of Gustavo here
Date of Production: 09/08/2023
Tags: superhro, stripped, chain, tape gag, spandex
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Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2024
Tags: cleave gag, outside, outdoors, hopping
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Model: Guru
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: cleave gag. socks, twink, shirtless
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Model: Adam
Phography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: twink, shirtless, hog tie, bare foot, cleave gag, underwear