School Big Mouth

20 photos; 7:02 video

Model: Bari Jacobi
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/22/2018

Throwing the Game by Caitiff

23 photos; 5:16 video

Surprise Package by Soft Touch

26 photos

            There it goes again!  Lewie hated being interrupted when he was watching the ball game, but he was definitely hearing screwy noises down in his basement.  It had better not be those rats, Lewie thought as he trudged down the stairs.  Lewie hated rats.
            “Anybody down here?” Lewie asked the dark shadows of the basement and then laughed at himself for asking such a silly question.
            “Took you long enough,” a cold voice answered just before Lewie felt a big clammy hand clamped over Lewie’s mouth.  “Don't you pay no attention when you got people making noises down in your basement?”
            The big hand moved from Lewie’s lips down to his shoulder and Lewie looked back to see—“Vic!  What're you doing here?”
            “The Boss wants to see you.”
            “But I just saw Martie yesterday,” Lewie started looking for a way out.
            “Not Martie,” Vic growled, “The Big Boss down in Mineral City.  Seems like that last shipment you sent came in a little light.”
            “But that wasn't me!  That shipment was right!  I know it was!” Lewie panicked.
            Vic’s big hand pushed Lewie down to his knees and then wrapped itself around Lewie’s mouth again.  “You want to be called Lewie or Lumpy?”  Vic said.  “Smart thing for you to do right now is to start cooperating,” Vic advised with a threat in his voice.
            Lewie’s mind was in a whirl while Vic tossed a bunch of XXXX-up pieces of Lewie’s spare clothesline on the floor and then began using pieces of the rope to tie up Lewie’s body with the sure hands of an expert.    And what an idiot he'd been to come down here looking for prowlers in his bare feet and cut-offs like he was going for another beer.
            By then Lewie was tied up good and tight and Vic was pulling his head back while he held a thick band of cloth in front of Lewie’s mouth.  Lewie just had time to recognize the cloth as a piece of rank old rag he'd used to polish his car with last week before Vic XXXX his lips apart and then starting tying the cloth band tightly between Lewie’s teeth.             The taste of car wax and the other nasty things on the old cloth began melting on Lewie’s tongue as his mouth started to water down the strange intruder with lots of drool.
            “Now you be a good boy,” Vic advised as he pushed Lewie’s tied up body down onto the floor.  “I got some arrangements to make.”
            Lewie lay very still and watched big Vic until the enforcer was out of sight.  Then he began twisting his wrists against the tight ropes and working his tongue against the awful tasting gag.  Something was very wrong here.  That shipment had been right when Lewie sent it out.  Somebody else was trying to put the finger on Lewie, somebody like Martie maybe.
            Lewie wasn't sure, but he couldn't find out lying here all tied up like some kind of turkey.  So Lewie began rolling all over the floor as he struggled and strained and cussed against the tight ropes and at the gag that was starting to XXXX him.
            “Won't do you no good.”  All of a sudden Vic was standing over Lewie and laughing at him.  “When I tie somebody up, they stay tied.  Now I got to get you ready to go on the train.”
            A train…?  Lewie started to get his hopes up.  Vic couldn't take him on a train looking like this.  He’d have to let him put his clothes on. 
            “Forget it, Lewie,” Vic laughed at him again.  “You ain't going to be going as no passenger.  I'm shipping you as freight.”
            Lewie’s heart sunk as he saw the big box a smiling Vic was pointing to.
            “Let’s go, into the box real easy like.  I'd hate for you to have to travel with a headache and a big knot on your head,” Vic warned Lewie with a look on his face.
            So Lewie allowed his bound body to be manhandled by the big enforcer until he found himself packed down in the bottom of the big box.
            “Nice and comfy now?” Vic laughed again and that was really beginning to get on Lewie’s nerves.  “Don't worry, you probably got a whole hamper full of dirty underwear and socks and some damp old towels I can pack in there with you so you don't bounce around too much.”  Vic closed the top of the box.
            Lewie lay in the cramped dark of the box and began making plans for what he was going to do to that damn Martie when he got out of this.
            If he got out of this…? Lewis played by Doug
Vic played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

The Naked Chef by Caitiff

34 photos; 4:09 video

Doug checked off the ingredients. The peppers. The cooking wine. The meat. Everything was ready. The oil in the pan had beXXXX to sizzle. Doug loved cooking in the nude, especially when he was making a romantic dinner. Still, he donned an apron. The last thing he needed was grease burns on his package.
He had been planning this dinner with his girlfriend for weeks. She didn't’ even know about it. All she knew was that Doug had asked she come over that night.
Behind him, Doug heard someone coming in the back door. Oh shit! She wasn't’ supposed ot be here for another two hours!
But it wasn’t Doug’s girlfriend. Not unless she had become a pair of large men in ski masks.
“What the hell?” was all Doug could say before they had pulled an object on him. Doug raised his hands above his head.
 “Good, you’re being smart”, one of the men said. “Tie his hands.”
The man’s partner went to work, binding Doug’s hands behind his back. Was it Doug’s imagination or did his captor’s hands linger over Doug’s bare ass a bit too long as he was tying his hands?
“Ok here’s the deal. We just need to do a little early Christmas shopping. So you are going to sit tight while we get what we need. Oh and so you stay quiet...”
“Mmmm!”, Doug grunted angrily as tape was placed over his mouth, gagging him.
Doug had his feet tied and was XXXX down into a chair as the burglars ransacked his kitchen. They took al the good wine and the expensive silver his mom had given him. Then the first burglar went off to the other rooms, leaving Doug alone with the guy who had tied him. The man pulled on Doug’s apron, forcing him back to his feet. Doug gave the man angry glares. But he was helpless as the top half of his apron was pushed down, exposing Doug’s chiselled chest and stomach. There was now just a thin strip of fabric keeping Doug from being totally naked. Doug didn’t like where this was going. But bound and gagged, he couldn’t do anything about it.
“Hey, help me with this TV!”, The first robber said.
“Sure, give me a sec.”, his partner replied. Doug began to sweat over what the man was going to do but all that happened was that doug was pushed back down on the chair. Then a rope was tied from his hands to his feet under the chair so he couldn’t get up. The man then left.
Doug realised that if he was going to do anything , now was his chance. Desperately he wiggled and strained against his bonds. But the ropes held. So Doug instead tried sliding his chair over to the counter. maybe he could grab a knife and cut his way out. Doug reached the cabinets and with careful manipulation was able to open the top drawer where he had the regular silverware.
But he couldn’t raise his hands high enough to grab any of it! The ropes prevented him from raising his hands or getting off the chair.
“Hey! what do you think you’re doing?”
The robbers had come back in and discovered Doug’s abortive attempt at escape. Doug was certain they would do something violent. But they didn’t hit him. What they did was in a way worse.
They untied the rope securing Doug to the chair and hoisted him up onto the table. Doug felt the draft on his naked ass. Somehow he knew the second robber was studying the curves of Doug’s back side even though he couldn't’ see him. Doug hoped that they left him like this again. Freed from the chair, he would have a chance to hop off the table quietly and get that knife he couldn’t reach before.  But his captors weren’t that dumb. The second robber again tied Doug, this time forcing his feet and hands to meet in a hog tie. There was no way that Doug would be able to roll off the table with doing serious injury to himself. Doug was pissed about being robbed. But he wasn’t so pissed off he was going to break his neck over it.
The robbers continued their work. Doug could hear them ripping stuff up in the other rooms and occasionally he was them bring something of his out the back door. Poor doug could only wiggle and mumble through his gag in helpless anger.
Finally it seemed that the men had taken everything they could find to steal. The first robber left to warm up the car, again leaving the second to watch over their tied and half nude prisoner.
The robber turned off the stove. At least the house wont’ burn down, Doug thought. But he was noticed how the guy had been staring at Doug’s naked back side. And now he was alone and helpless with the guy.
 Just grin and bear it, Doug thought.
But the robber did something odd. He set the plates on the table and two candles and a bottle of wine. He then gave Doug’s ass a nice squeeze, fondling his butt cheeks. And then a post it was stuck on Doug’s buttock. It read “Eat Me.”
“If only we had more time. A rump roast like that....” and the robber left.
Doug struggled as much as he could but the ropes had proven to be no less secure then before. His only chance was that his girlfriend would get here soon.
Amazingly the robbers had left Doug’s answering machine. It activated and Doug heard his girlfriend’s voice, “Hey Doug. I am running late. sorry, gonna be another three hours. Oh and my parents wanted to come by as well. Hope you don't’ mind.”
Doug groaned from behind his tape gag. This wasn’t how he had planned this night at all. Doug played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff

Tables Turned by Fidelis

48 photos; 2:27 video

 Sam grumbled to himself as he flipped the pages of the magazine. Why did he always get stuck with the shitty jobs? The others were probably sitting somewhere nice and air-conditioned, enjoying themselves while they waited for the ransom money to be delivered. And here Sam was, sweating away in this hellish place, with nothing to do. There wasn’t even a TV! All he had for entertainment were some crappy old magazines, and they didn’t have many pictures for him to look at. All the cold beer was long gone. He yawned as he looked at the clock. Ugh, his relief wasn’t due for a couple of hours. He thought about checking on their guest,  but decided against it. He didn’t want to go down into that nasty, dank cellar. It was full of spiders and other creepy crawly things, and if there was one thing that Sam hated, it was bugs. He was glad that he wasn’t the one down there. That rich asshole, Joe Sandilands, had probably never spent any time in a place like the cellar. He sure hadn’t seemed very happy the last time Sam had paid him a visit. The smell from the spilled slop bucket hadn’t helped matters. That was the rich guy’s own fault. If he hadn’t struggled so much, it would never have been overturned. Sam was going to leave the mess for Freddy to clean up. He couldn’t be bothered himself.
 Sam yawned and stretched. If he wasn’t careful he was going to doze off. A nice snooze would be great, but he didn’t want to be caught XXXXping if the boss should happen to drop by. Then he would be in big trouble Yeah, big trouble…..Sam’s head started to droop. It was so hot, and he was so tired, and those beers hadn’t helped…just a few minutes of shut eye couldn’t hurt…Zzzzzzz.
Sam came to with a start. What was that noise? He looked at the clock on the wall. Whew, he had only been XXXXping for half an hour. But….he was sure that he had heard something. He shook his head to clear it, and as he did so, he noticed a quick movement at the very edge of his vision. What the…?
"Hey, how the hell did you get out of….MMMPHHHH!"
 Sam’s expostulations were cut off as a hand went over his mouth. He began grappling with his attacker. How did the bozo get free? The last time Sam had checked him out, he had been very nicely trussed up and gagged, lying on the slimy stone floor. This wouldn’t do at all. OUCH! What the fuck had the bastard done to him? Sam felt his arm go numb as strong fingers dug into his shoulder. He yelped as he felt a hand in his hair, pulling his head back. He gurgled through the hand gag as he turned his head and saw a blue bandanna clutched in the hand of his assailant.
"You’re not so smart are you? But then, what can one expect from criminal scum like you? Evidently, not very much. You are going to be SO sorry that you XXXX me."
OUCH! Frank yelled as his other arm was immobilized. What was this guy doing to him? He was starting to get tingling sensations in one arm, but the other hung down XXXX and useless. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the hand over his mouth as the bandanna was dangled in front of his face.
"You ready for your gag, scum ball? I wish that I had brought up that filthy sock that you stuffed into my mouth, but I couldn’t find it in the dark down there. This should keep you quiet though.
Sam moaned as the bandanna was pulled taut in front of his face. Summoning all of his strength, he managed to bring his hands up, feebly grasping at the arms of his former captive. It was no use. His arms wouldn’t obey him. Joe had no problem brushing aside Sam’s grasping hands. He pulled the bandanna as tightly as he could, knotting it behind Sam’s head. He gave the knotted bandanna an extra tug, making sure it was good and tight. He wanted the gag to hurt Sam, the same way that his own gag had hurt him. Joe was feeling quite vindictive at the moment. He wanted this bastard to suffer. He wasn’t going to forget the abuse and humiliation that he had suffered at Sam’s hands. It was unfortunate the slop bucket had been XXXX over. Otherwise he would have searched for it and brought it up here, and dumped the disgusting mess all over his erstwhile captor.
 Sam waved one arm feebly as he watched Joe lean over and pick up a coil of rope that he must have brought up from the cellar. Ugh, first he was gagged and now he was going to be tied up, and he was helpless to stop his one-time captive. He grunted in pain as the rope was wound around his chest, biting into his bare skin. Oh, it was so tight. Around and around, the rope was looped around his body, tying him to the chair. Once his torso was bound, Sam felt his hands being pulled behind. Ouch, that hurt. He moaned impotently as hands were bound behind his back. Ow, ow, OWWWWW!
Sam screamed as in pain as Joe grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back as far as it would go. He thought that his neck was going to break. He gurgled a protest as Joe spat in his face.
"Do you like that, asshole? How does it feel, being tied up and gagged? I should drag you downstairs and leave you lying in that hellhole. Then we would see how you would like having spiders and cockroaches and centipedes running all over you, biting you. "  Joe knelt down in front of Sam, and starting wrapping ropes around the criminal’s legs and ankles. Yeah, he was going to make the ropes good and tight. With any luck they would cut off all circulation, and the creep would have to have his feet amputated. He deserved to suffer, suffer a lot. Once he had finished with the rope, he stood up, and grabbing a hank of Sam’s hair, he jerked his head back.
"I hope you enjoy yourself, asshole. Whatever happens to you, I don’t think it’s going to be much fun. Just let me relieve you of your car keys, and I’ll be on my way."
Once Joe had left, Sam starting struggling against his ropes. Terror gave him strength. He DID not want to be around when the boss found out that he had let their prisoner escape. Rico was an evil, vicious bully, and Sam had seen what he did to those who crossed his path. Sam started sweating bullets as he thought of the grim punishment that lay in store for him if Rico got his hands on him. He sawed his hands back and forth, ignoring the excruciating pain as the skin on his wrists was worn away. Oh, thank God, the rope was loosening. He looked at the clock and saw that he had only a few minutes before Freddy was due to show up. He managed to pull his hands free, and started working at the ropes around his chest. It only took him a few minutes to get rid of those. Pulling the gag down, he leaned over and began untying his legs and ankles. Shit, that bastard had used a lot of rope, and a lot of knots down there. Time was running out for Sam. Finally, he was free. He jumped up and started hobbling towards the door, calculating the amount of money it would take to get him to a nice peaceful place, somewhere like Zimbabwe or Uzbekistan, where Rico wouldn’t come looking for him. Sam played by Neal Joe played by Tommy Photography by Caitiff

College Bound by JMZ

24 photos; 4:57 video

 
            This soccer game was the one I had been waiting on all season. It was going to be for all the marbles. I needed this game to be good; all the scouts were going to be there. I needed a scholarship to go to college; there would be no other way for me to afford it. Little did I know that I was not the only one looking for a free ride. My chief rival was a guy on my own team. We had grown up together and were once good friends. This all changed when soccer came into the picture. We had developed a heated rivalry.
 
            I trained all season for this moment. The word on the street was I was the one the scouts were coming to see. I was able to stay healthy all season, there was nothing to stop me now, or so I thought. I started out the day with my usual protein shake and a jog. I got home just in time to shower and change. My parents had already left to get good seats at the stadium. I put on my uniform and searched for my shoes.
 
            The slam of the back door startled me. I figured my parents had forgotten something. “Is that you Dad”, I yelled? There was no answer. I heard footsteps slowly creep down the basement stairs. I looked up to see a pair of soccer shoes coming down the stairs. “Who’s there”, I asked? “Hi Mark.” It was Joe my rival. “What are you doing here, do you need a ride?” “No Mark I need you to be out of the way today. I need that scholarship to college, and I don’t have a chance if you’re playing.” “What the hell Joe, what do you think I’m going to do just not go.” “Yes”, he replied. “Even if I didn’t those scouts wouldn’t give you a second look”, I yelled. This seemed to infuriate him. He dashed down the bottom stairs and tackled me.

GAmma Lambda Ding Dongs by Soft Touch

24 photos; 4:01 video

            “Don't look at me like that,” David moaned at the sad-faced Drew behind the layers of XXXX orange tape that were now holding his mouth a prisoner.  “This was your idea!”
            David had wanted to join the Phelan Phi’s.  They were a nice bunch of boys who spent their time reading poetry, drinking wine, and looking for their inner selves.  But Drew had convinced him that they needed to join a big important jock fraternity like the Gamma Lambdas.  David sighed and rubbed his taped face against the pillow.  He didn't even like jockstraps.
            Just then a sharp twinge of pain shot up between David’s legs and he pushed his face into the pillow to muffle his little whimper of pain.  David hadn't worn a jockstrap since junior high school and there was a good reason for that.  David’s toy soldier didn't like being held so close and so confined.  It liked to stretch and show off its big muscles.  But now it was hurting David as punishment for David letting those other boys put his soldier into solitary confinement.
            Just then Drew huffed something behind the yellow tape that was covering his lips which sounded like “We've got to get out of here!”
            David almost laughed.  Here they were locked inside a bedroom at the Lambda House.  Their hands were tied behind their backs with strong ropes.  And there was probably one of those big Jock Lambdas waiting right outside the bedroom door just in case their two new pledges tried anything so stupid.
             But now Drew was starting to panic.  He didn't like being tied up.  And he didn't like being confined in a small place.  And he definitely didn't like the kinds of things that his vivid imagination was dreaming up for those Lambdas to do to him and David.
            And the more Drew panicked, the louder his tape-muffled moans and groans sounded.  David made some tape-muffled sounds of his own while he begged Drew to please quiet down.  He really didn't want to do anything that was going to make those big Lambdas mad at them.  But panicked Drew was way beyond taking any kind of hint.
            “Come on David, you got to get me loose!” Drew’s voice rose up three octaves so that it was echoing off of the walls despite the yellow layers of tape the Lambda’s had already plastered over his mouth to keep him quiet.
            David thought it was a dumb idea, but he had to do something to quiet Drew down so he made agreeing sounds behind his own tape-covered lips and then began maneuvering his body around on the springy bed so that he could get his hands close to the ropes that were holding Drew a prisoner.
            Suddenly the bedroom door banged open.  “What the hell are you pledges doing in here?”
            Oh no!  It was Jerry the Jock, also known as Jerry the Jerk, the all star fullback from the football team.  Why did it have to be him?  David got so nervous that he almost dropped his books each time he walked past Jerry in the hallway.  And now he was here, and he had an angry sneer on his face, and with a sickening feeling David realized that now Jerry was seeing him without any clothes on.  David began to blush.
            “Just what part of the word “quiet” don't you two Ding Dongs understand?” Jerry bellowed at the captive pledges as he moved closer to their nearly naked bodies.  “You want to make some noise?  Is that it?  Okay, how about I let you sing for awhile?”
            David looked back and his whole body began to tremble.  Jerry the Jerk was uncoiling a big leather belt.  What was he going to do with that?  Oh, he wouldn't dare!
            “Come on, Ding Dongs, turn those pitiful bodies around and bend over so I can give you a little taste of what’s going to happen to you when the rest of the Lambdas get here tonight.”
            David tried not to look at Jerry while he XXXX his body up onto his knees.  He looked over at Drew instead and saw that his friend was just as unhappy and scared as he was while they each walked on their knees until they were finally kneeling side by side.
            “Good boys,” Jerry the Jerk teased.  “Now bend over and let me see you smile.”
            David bent over and closed his eyes, wishing that he was somewhere else.
            Suddenly a painful sting struck David’s bare cheek just below his tied hands.  David’s whole body jerked and he cried out loud behind the sticky layers of tape.  Then he heard the sXXXX of the belt again and it was immediately followed by a cry that was just as loud coming from Drew.
            “All right, now both of you together.  I want to hear some of that harmony,” the cruel Jerry crooned.
            And then David’s whole world became the feeling of that belt – sometimes just teasing over his bare skin, and sometimes ripping into him for another bite – along with the strange animal-like cries that he could hear coming from Drew and himself and getting louder and louder until they harmonized with Jerry’s cruel laughter.  On and on it went until David could feel tears running down his cheeks and his tender flesh felt like it was on fire.
            And then David received an even greater shock when he realized that Jerry was now on the bed behind him and Drew.  And the evil monster was holding them both really close together and running his slimy hands over their naked bodies while he chuckled.
            “Very good, my little Ding Dongs.  You remind me of a couple of braying hounds.  Maybe I could enter the two of you into a hound dog contest later this year.”
            “Don't do me any favors,” David grumbled into his gag.
            Jerry the Jerk laughed at his own joke and then pushed David and Drew back down onto the bed.  Then there was nothing David or Drew could do while the chuckling Jerry the Jerk quickly wrapped and tied more ropes around their ankles so that now they were completely helpless.  Then he laughed out loud.  “You be quiet now, you hear?”
            And then Jerry went out and closed the door.
            David sighed and let his face sink into the pillow.  Only yesterday he had been thinking how wonderful it was going to be when he finally graduated from college and went out into that bright world.  Now he was thinking, if he could only survive this night, maybe he wouldn't want to stay around here that long.
            “David…David, let’s go, let’s get out of here.” David heard Drew’s mournful voice and he was getting so he could almost understand Drew’s tape-distorted words.  What’s more, David was in full agreement.  He had had enough of this Pledge game.
            So David rolled his body close to Drew’s body and reached for him with his tied hands.  And he could feel Drew’s hands feeling for him.  Then he felt some coils of rope coming into his fingers, and then he began to discover the tightly-tied knots in the rope.
            David closed his eyes and tried to increase the feel in his fingers as his fingertips worried and pried at the thick knots.  But without being able to see what he was doing, it was nearly impossible to pry even one of those rope strands loose.
            Behind his back he could hear Drew hugging and sighing and he could feel Drew’s searching fingers trying to set him free.  But Drew wasn't having any more luck than David was.
            Suddenly the bedroom door banged open again and David looked up to see the leering Jerry the Jerk standing in the doorway.  David’s heart sunk down into his feet.
            “Okay my little Ding Dongs!  It’s party time!”
            Suddenly the small doorway filled up with a whole herd of laughing Lambdas and there was nothing that David and Drew could do to stop them as they felt their helpless bodies being pulled into the other room where who knows what was waiting for them.

Red Jock

28 photos; 4:32 video

Detention

26 photos; 5:37 video

Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:  09/03/2014

The Intruder pt 2 by Caitiff

20 photos; 3:45 video

Continued from "Intruder pt 1

“Mmmmm....” Roger groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was laying on his hands. He tried to move them but found he could
not.
“Mmmmmpphh!”, Roger grunted as he opened his eyes. He was not only bound hand
and foot but gagged as well. Desperately he struggled against his bonds.
Looming over him was a masked figure.
“Easy now. You’re not going anywhere.”, The masked man said a she held his bound and gagged hostage down on the couch.
“Roger grunted angrily at the man, “MMMM!”. OF course it did little good. The man was right. Roger was already beginning to doubt he could get out of this. And even if he did, what then? The man was standing guard right over him.
Still Roger continued to try to get away none the less. It wasn’t a rational decision. But Roger did not like being so helpless next to this guy. Who knew what evil plans he had
for Roger? Whatever they were, Roger doubted he would like them if it required he be tied up.
“Why do they never listen to me when I make it clear not to struggle?” The masked man
asked himself, obviously not expecting an answer from the gagged rugby player on the couch. “I guess I will need to make sure your cute ass is even more tied up!”
Roger certainly didn’t like how his XXXX talked about his ass. Desperately Roger struggled even harder. However it made little difference. The masked man was able to
hog tie Roger with ease, connecting his legs and hands with more rope.
Roger noticed that not only did the man seemed to know how to tie a guy up pretty well, but the masked man’s hands lingered over Roger’s muscled body. Roger was pretty sure that tying a guy up did not require groping that man’s ass or package or socked
feet.
“Yep, you are every bit the athlete they said you were.”
“MMpph mmmm?”. Who were they? Was this guy hired to XXXX him?
As if reading his thoughts, the masked intruder said, “I’m afraid someone needs you out of the way for a while. That’s where I come in. I’m a professional XXXX. “
“Mmmmm mmffmmpppmmmm!”, Roger tried to beg for his freedom bu the gag made everything he said unintelligible. Worse, Roger thought he could see his XXXX getting excited the more Roger grunted through his tape gag.
“Don't’ worry. You’ll be let go. After awhile. Of course I get to do whatever I want with you in the mean time. I’ve gotten pretty good at making sure my guests stay amused.”
Roger shook his head no in vain protest. He could already guess what kind of “amusements” the intruder had in mind for a tied up jock that was helpless to stop him.
“Yeah.”, The Intruder continued his one sided conversation, “ We’ll have lots of fun. You can stay with all the other guests I have. Some of them have been there along time.
They could use a fresh piece of ass like you.”
The Intruder took out a damp piece of cloth. It smelled of chemicals.
“But first I need you calm for the trip. Some guys get upset if they are shut up in a box for several hours.”
“Mmmm! Mmmmpphh!”, Roger tried to dodge the cloth as the Intruder shoved over his mouth and nose. Tape gagging his mouth, the chemical filled his nose. Soon blackness claimed him.
When Roger woke again, he would be in his new home.

The End?

Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff




Bound Guy played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade  
Date of Production: 09/25/2010

Stud Snatch by Kurt

27 photos

 "Dere he is, Boss, just like ya wanted."
Keith looked up at the two ski-masked figures standing in front of him as he sat bound and gagged on the floor.
"Any problems?" the one called the Boss asked.
"Nah, I did just like you said. Waited for him outside the gym. Den when I seen him goin' to his car, I snatched him. Well, I did have to slug him. Let's put it dis way, he didn't want to come for a ride."
"You idiot! I told you not to hurt him!"
"Aw, Boss, it was just a little love-tap to calm him down. If I'd-a really slugged him, he'd still be out cold," the underling replied.
 "Did you leave the note?"
"Yeah, on his car windshield, just like you said. Kid had some nice wheels."
"What do you expect, his old man's loaded," said the Boss. "You sure those ropes are tight?"
"Sure, Boss...hey! I was a Boy Scout, ya know!" sniggered the goon.
"Yeah, a lot of good that did you. I heard you pushed little old ladies under the bus instead of helping them cross."
"Aw, Boss, you're a card! Besides, it was only dat one time. But I was always good at knot-tying."
"Yeah, real smart. You tied his hands in front, you moron. He can reach up and pull off that gag! Tie his hands down to his ankles!"
"Oh, yeah...hehe..sorry, Boss!"
 Keith grunted as the thug took more rope and bound his wrists tightly to his ankles in front. Being the son of a wealthy man, the idea of his being XXXX had crossed his mind often, and his father had warned him many times to be careful in his comings and goings. He had just never thought it could happen so easily. Now, here he was helpless, bound and gagged and being held for ransom!
"Tape up his eyes," the Boss growled, "This ski mask is killing me."
"Sure t'ing, Boss," goon number two said, as Keith felt a wide band of adhesive tape being pressed down over his eyes.
"That's better, now put him in the closet!"
Keith tried to struggle as he felt himself being grasped under the arms and pulled along the floor. He tried to voice a protest, but the tight cleave gag in his mouth made all his words incoherent.

 The Boss spoke again as Keith was dragged into the closet. "I'm going to make some calls. On second thought, I don't think he's tied well enough. When I get back, I want to see him stripped and hogtied. He won't struggle around so much if he's naked. And he needs a bigger gag."

 The goon, whose name was Benny, was thrilled to hear his new assignment.
"You got it, Boss", he replied. "He's a good lookin' kid. Would you mind if I... heh...heh....ya know..."
"Sure, have some fun with him if you want. After all, you deserve some perks too. Just make sure he's well-gagged and tied, and don't hurt him!"
Benny reached into his bag for more rope and a roll of duct tape. Was he ever glad he'd dropped out of the Boy Scouts! Keith played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff

Out of Control by JMZ

20 photos; 2:27 video

            My ankles are roped together as if they are one limb. My skin throbs from how tightly they are bound together. My bare feet wriggle uselessly. I have no clothes on and the air is cold, yet I am incredibly aroused. What does this mean?
            With my body restrained beyond escape, I try to utilize the tool that has served me well over the years. I begin to scream, but nothing whimpering sounds and faint grunts escape my lips. Wrapped cruelly around my head and mouth is duct tape. I can smell the adhesive from the tape. I can feel my lips stretched together and the hair on my face pulled in different directions. I realize the gravity of my situation and the struggle begins.
            I fight hard against the ropes. Every toss and flip of my body seems only to make the ropes tighten. The bed squeaks loudly as I bounce my bound and gagged body helplessly over it. I hastily attempt to reach my tied ankle, but it is no use. Grunts and MMppphhhs are the only sound than can escape my sealed lips. To no avail I once again begin wiggling my feet   hoping to loosen the binds. I foolishly clench my fists hoping to pry my wrists free with my own strength. It is no use, I cannot break free.
            Just as it is every time with this dream, my eyes focus on the doorknob as it begins to turn. Just as the door opens I suddenly wake up never to discover my captor. In my woken state I can still fell the remnants of the rope and tape. Who is this person in my dream? Why are they doing this? I may never know.

Deja Vue by Fidellis

30 photos

"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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 "MMMMMWWWHHHAAAAHHH?" Sam came to with a start. He felt a bit woozy, and had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. He tried to move, and realized that he couldn’t. His arms were pulled behind him, and he could feel rope tight around his wrists, his upper arms and his chest. He tried to stand, but he couldn’t move his feet. Something nasty was filling his mouth. He looked around him, as his thoughts became clearer. He was in a cold cellar, tied to a chair and gagged. Oh no, had those bastards at IRYX got him again? But why? The corporations’ evil plan had already been exposed, causing a huge scandal. What good could come of XXXX Sam for a second time? And Steve, where was poor Steve. Sam prayed that he hadn’t been the cause of harm befalling the innocent masseur.
 "Well, hello, Professor O’Noora, I’m so glad to see that you’re awake. This gives us lots of time to have some fun. You don’t know how much I’m looking forward to this."
Sam’s eyes bulged out of his head as he screamed into the gag. Steve!!!! Why had Steve done this to him? Sam jerked forward in the chair. "MMMMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS? MMMIRYXMMPAYU?"
Steve laughed. "No, no, Professor O’Noora, IRYX has nothing to do with this. This is purely for my own satisfaction. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this. Let’s just say that reading about what happened to you the other day was the final straw. Once I’d seen you on TV with that fetching gag hanging down around your neck, I knew that I had to have you. It’s too bad that I couldn’t use one just like it, but I can’t risk anyone hearing you, so….I’m using my favorite leather gag. How does it taste?"
 "MMMMNNNNOOOONNNNOOOO!!!! GGGMMUMCANTMMDOMTHIS!"
Steve grabbed Sam’s face, and shook him. "Now, now, Professor, don’t carry on like that. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to give you a good time. You were so tense when you came in tonight, I thought that you might break. I loosened you up then, and I’ll loosen you up again – just in a slightly different way."
Sam gave a gasp of alarm as Steve began rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples. This couldn’t be happening to him!!! XXXX twice in three days. That had to be some kind of record. Hmmm, Steve sure did have a gentle touch. Mmmm, that felt good. Sam felt a stirring down below. Wait, what was this? He couldn’t believe this? Here, he was, tied up and gagged and at the mercy of a deranged masseur, and he was starting to get excited. No, this wasn’t right. He moaned as Steve noticed the growing bulge in his jock, and started stroking his groin. Oh, yes, that felt good, but….no way was he going to give in!!! Steve couldn’t take him captive, and then expect to enjoy himself.
 "MMMGGMMFCKINGMMHANDSMMOFFME!! MMFFGGOT!"
"Oh, you’re going to be feisty, are you, Professor O’Noora? Mmm, I like that. It’s just what I expected when I listened to you describe your exploits. This is going to be so much fun.
"MMMMPHHH!" Sam struggled as Steve untied him from the chair. He couldn’t deny that he had experienced a certain arousal, but he put that down to Steve’s trained fingers. There was no way that he was going to let Steve have any ‘fun’ with him. He had managed to escape from the two trained thugs that IRYX had sent against him; he could escape from one amateur! What was he doing now? Hey, this wasn’t fair!  "Come on, professor, let’s go for a little walk. I find that having you tied to that chair doesn’t give me quite enough scope. I have a much better idea. I know that you’re a busy man, you probably don’t have much time for hanging around. But tonight, you do!"

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"MMMMGGGMMMM!!!" Sam was completely helpless, his hands tied behind him, and the rope around his neck fastened to a beam in the ceiling. Oh, oh my. Steve’s hands were all over him, playing with his chest, running down his legs, caressing his exposed butt. Sam tried to jump back and forth, but there was no way that he could escape those roving hands; they seemed to be everywhere at once. He attempted to kick out, but Steve just grabbed his hair, and whispered in his ear: " There’s no way out, big boy. Why don’t you just enjoy yourself?"
 Steve teased, Sam jumped. Steve’s hands wandered, Sam moaned. Sam could feel the sweat trickling down his body as Steve tortured him. Who knew that the brief touch of fingers and lips could produce such sensations? Sam was trying to control himself, but he knew that Steve must be able to see the huge bulge in his jock.
"OK, Professor. Time for a change. I want to see that body of yours stretched out. "
Sam groaned as Steve untied his hands from behind his back, and then hopping on a chair, tied them to the beam in the ceiling. The rope around his neck was removed, but now he was standing there, his arms pulled over his head, exposed and vulnerable. Steve could whatever he wanted to him. Sam blushed as he felt his cock jump at this thought. What WAS Steve going to do to him?  "Doesn’t that feel good, Professor O’Noora? I can see that you are enjoying yourself."
"MMMNOOO. GGGMMMOHHHH. MMMMMPPHHH!
Steve’s hands were all over him again, harder and more insistent this time. And it wasn’t just his hands that he was using. Sam jumped as a tongue laved his exposed armpits. Oh boy, that was so hot, so sexy. Sam was sure that he was going to burst out of his jock strap at any moment. He looked down and could see a large wet stain. Mmmm, he was so horny; he was ready to burst. What was Steve doing now? He was sliding down the straps of the jock down Sam’s legs, pulling it off. Sam was hanging there, with his cock jutting out, hard as an iron bar. What was Steve doing now? Getting down on his knees, and….OH MY GOD!!!!
"You see, Professor. I knew that I could make you feel better, and get rid of all that nasty tension. What do you say to a second round?" Prof. Noora played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff

Struggle and Moan

25 photos; 4:40 video

Model: Hal Photography by Caitiff

Weight Watchers by Soft Touch

24 photos

            “Come on guys, quit messing around!” Sammy looked at the semi-circle of six guys who were slowly backing him up toward the big bed.  Sammy couldn't believe it.  All of these guys were on the wrestling team with him.  They trained together, went to school together, and ate lots of pizza together.  But now all of their faces looked like some kind of weird monsters.
            “We warned you Sammy,” Tom the Team Captain said.  “You got yourself disqualified in our last match because you were six pounds out of your weight class.  Tomorrow’s the Championship and we're not taking any chances.”
            “But I promise,” Sammy whined.  “I won't eat no more except for maybe breakfast and you know lunch and maybe just one snack.”
            “Get him!” Tom commanded.
            All six wrestlers surged forward and suddenly there were hands grabbing Sammy all over and pushing him back until he felt himself falling back onto the big bed.
            “Take down—two points!” Chris yelled.
            “Hold his hands and I'll rope him!” Cowboy yelled.
            “Yea, and if he don't hold still, maybe we'll brand him!”  That was Squirrel the lightweight with that silly “Nuch-nuch-nuch!” laugh of his.
            Sammy was a powerful wrestler, but he was no match for six other wrestlers all at the same time, and soon there were tight ropes holding his hands together, and more tight ropes holding his socked ankles together, and Sammy was feeling really scared.
            “Okay, now for his mouth,” Tom instructed.
            “No, you can't do nothing to my mouth!” Sammy whined.
            But then two of the bigger wrestlers used their strong hands to clamp Sammy’s lips together and then the Squirrel climbed up over Sammy’s body and began plastering this great big sticky piece of tape all over Sammy’s mouth.
            Sammy panicked!  He couldn't move his mouth at all and now there was no way for any food to get in.  They couldn't leave him like this!  If he couldn't move his mouth pretty soon he might get lockjaw or something!
            “All right Sammy, we want you to just lie quietly there,” Tom said.  "Try to go to XXXX.  The time will go by faster.  Remember it is still a long time until tomorrow night’s match.”
            “Yea, and Squirrel’s going to keep an eye on you, ain't you Squirrel?” Sammy played by Mark Photography by Caitiff

After the Bar Closes

33 photos; 4:21 video

The Bartender played by Aiden
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 04/20/2013

Tying the Knot by JMZ

34 photos

            He dragged me kicking down to the basement. He wasn’t going to let me ruin his daughter’s big day. Mr. Jacobs please you don’t have to do this”, I yelled. “I’m sorry son I can’t let you do this, I just need you out of the way until after the wedding”, he said. “You’re a good guy but this is wrong and you need to cool down and think a while about what you’re doing”, he said in a sympathetic voice. He pulled my arms behind my back and he started with the rope.
 
            He tied me up tight. He snaked the rope around my writs and knotted it tightly. He pulled my ankles together and did the same. I fought against my binds, but could not loosen the rope. He put strips of silver duct tape sealed my lips together. I didn’t mean any harm I just had to let her know. Here I was tied up with my mouth taped shut and my heart breaking. My dress socks slid against each other as I tried to break my ankles free. In my struggle I didn’t see Mr. Jacobs approaching me. “Again I’m sorry Mark”, he said. He pulled me onto a chair and with a swift tear placed tape over my eyes.
              “MMMPPPHHH”, I grunted from my sealed mouth. I tugged and pulled with all the strength my body could muster. Sweat trickled from my brow and loosened the adhesive that blinded me. I was able to rub the tape loose and off my eyes.
 
            I heard the music start as I vainly tried to loosen the tape from my mouth. I fought like I never have before. I had to get up to the garden and stop the wedding. I know she loves me back, she never denied it. She never said she didn’t love me she just cried for me to stop saying it. Her father was right I needed time to reflect, she must love me too.
 
            I was running on adrenaline. My weak body struggled to get to its feet. My love for her was not going to be hindered by rope and duct tape. “MMMPPPHHH”, I grunted.
I hopped to the basement door and began a new struggle. I fought with the latch and was able to jar the door open. I began my hop put the door and up the stairs. As I did the wedding march began. I was going to stop this wedding if it took every ounce of life out of me. If her father catches me before I make it, my life may be the price.

Rub

14 photos; 5:50 video

Doing Nothing All Day by Cryptococcus

31 photos; 4:06 video

"I hope you don't mind," Bill says, "if I run the vacuum cleaner in here?"

"Nah," says Cal. "It won't bother me at all.  See, when I mute the TV, it switches to captions." Cal demonstrated, operating the remote with a flourish.

"Can I get you anything? A beer? Maybe fluff your pillow?"

Cal raises an eyebrow at his cousin's tone.

"Were you planning to do anything at all today?"

"Nope. Just hang around the house and watch the tube. It's Saturday, isn't it?"

"And you remember what we agreed to if you're going to sit around my house and do nothing?"

Cal scrunches his eyebrows, puzzled. And then he remembers and pretends to frown. "Oh, no," he complains.

"Oh, yes," insists Bill. "You're welcome to hang around the house while I'm doing weekend chores, but you have to do it on my terms."

"Shit," says Cal.

"Shit, yeah," agrees Bill. "If you're going to do nothing, you can do nothing with your ass tied up! If you're not going to help, you can at least have a reason for lying around like a useless lump."

Cal is almost insulted, but he is also almost grieved. He well knows that his fair-haired cousin is a control freak. Bill had been tying him up since they both were kids. The hell of it was that was usually all that his cousin wanted to do. Cal would get trussed up like a turkey, and then Bill would just go about his business – mostly ignoring him. It was… old, but there was the chance…

Cal slowly nods, yielding.

"Good," says Bill as he reaches for the gym bag in the corner.

Cal sighs as he rolls over and puts his hands behind his back. Maybe, he thinks, if he didn't make a scene, Bill wouldn't want to strip him down to his drawers.  (Not that Cal was wearing any drawers.)

Bill had wanted do that very late on the night of their high school graduation.  He had driven from two counties over to grab Cal away from his own school friends.  They drove to the boat ramp, or where the boat ramp would be when Lake Oconee finally filled. (The Army Corp of Engineers was anything if not confident.) The place was quiet, still, and deserted.

There his cousin had plied him with drink – vodka and orange juice in octagonal plastic tumblers – and cigarettes. They listened to soft 90's pop on the CD player, talked, smoked, and drank. It was a hot, humid night, and Bill suggested they'd be more comfortable in their underwear.

Then, of course, Bill wanted to tie him up.

In the Camaro.

In his underwear.

While Cal was drunk.

Why not?

Cal submitted. He got his hands tied behind his back and his ankles lashed. Bill half-man-handled him, half-assisted him to the front seat. Then he buckled Cal up and looped Cal's belt loosely around the headrest.  Cal was trapped, bound helplessly in his cousin's car.  He had a good buzz, and he watched as Bill shimmied back into his trousers and pulled his tee shirt over his head.

Cal looked down, not at all surprised that his unpredictable member was becoming engorged. Surely, he thought, that Bill would notice. Then he wondered what would happen next.

To Cal's chagrin, Bill did not appear to notice. Instead he drove to the marina (which the water had already reached) and sloppily, but happily, bought two six packs of Bud. Then they drove to the middle of a cotton field, and Bill leaned Cal against the side of the car.

Cal reflected that Bill was on such a power trip that he had held the beer bottles up to Cal's lips and urged him to drink.

These musings run through Cal's mind as his cousin tightly binds Cal's wrists and then moves to his ankles.

Cal doesn't remember exactly how it happened, but soon he was being nuzzled by his cousin. Bill had shed his tee shirt, but not his pants. Cal felt his cousin's warmth close beside, radiating to his chest, felt his cousin's blond stubble against his cheeks. In his bondage and restraint, he leaned into his cousin's embrace, and his shorts tented at the contact.

And Bill noticed.

To Cal's utter shock and utterly pleasant surprise, on this, the night of the beginning of their voyage to adulthood, Bill pulled away, yanked down Cal's shorts, and began to give Cal slow, unpracticed, but enthusiastic head.

The nip was on Cal's buzz. The night breeze was warm on his shoulders and belly. He didn't mind being bound and gagged, with he thought, his cousin's sock, but  he desperately wanted his cousin to continue.

In the present time, Bill is looping Cal's feet together.

But in the not-so-distant past, Cal was slowly getting off. His come was trapped inside, where the vodka and the beer were alight.

Bill had already looked up at him, incredulously, wondering if Cal was too drunk to get off.

He wasn't, and he proved it. Cal arched his back and rose to tiptoe. Bill went up with him, still voraciously sucking, like a remora on a shark, hanging on, determined not to give up on his cousin.

His reward was a thrust of hot cum into the back of his throat. Cal had two more in him, and then he sagged so suddenly against his restraints that Bill put a cautioning, stabilizing hand on his shoulder. Bill continued to ride until the last shudder.

And Cal simply thought that he smoked. Something pyrotechnic had happened. He felt the embers fade, and he tried to hold onto them. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to hold on until he was left with only char. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at his grinning cousin.

"Was it all right?" Bill asked, and Cal had nodded mutely. He thought it was one of the most "all right" things he'd ever experienced.

Fast-forward to the present. It's spring break, and instead of heading to the beach or to his folk's house, Cal is at Bill's, submitting to bondage.

Let Bill run the vacuum and do the laundry. Cal is mostly okay about lying around hog-tied on his cousin's bed. Cal can take it. He will willingly submit, because he knows that it's only for a few hours… and then Bill would get carnal on his ass.

Cal squirms, knowing that his unpredictable member would make him uncomfortable shortly.

But he also knows now that his cousin would notice.

And fireworks will ensue, if only he were patient.

Cal wants those fireworks. They are why he came.

Knots to be Trusted by Soft Touch

31 photos

           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.

Boot played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

Leashed by Kurt

24 photos; 9:13 video

Ben and Nate were straight roommates who had a rule: What happened in the house, stayed in the house.  They got along so well that after living together for six months, there was nothing they wouldn't discuss with each other, including their deepest, hidden sexual fantasies.  Neither ever judged the other, and it made for a happy situation, in that they were both completely comfortable with each other, and trusted each other totally.  But this Friday, Ben was having second thoughts.
 
After a few brews, the two horny guys' conversation turned to sex, as usual.  Ben said he had sometimes fantasized about what it would be like to be a captive sex slave.
 
Nate's eyes had widened a bit at the word "slave".

"Slave, eh?" he said, "that's pretty hot, dude."
 
"You don't think it's stupid?" Ben asked shyly.
 
"Hells no," Nate replied, as he reached for the leather arm-binders that had arrived in the mail that day. "I think it's hot...wanna try it?"
 
Ben sucked in his breath, and said, "Sure."
 
Nate immediately took over the scene, and assumed the evil Master role.  He loved roleplaying, and this one was gonna be HOT!
 
"OK, bitch, strip!" Nate ordered.
 
Ben shucked his jeans and T, and stood naked in front of his roomie.  Nate roughly grabbed his muscular arms and twisted them behind his back, shackling the arm-binders into place.  Ben grunted as the leather sleeves tightened on his arms, anchoring them up against his back.  He knew he'd be gagged...they had played a few bondage games before, and Nate loved to hear Ben moaning through a gag.  But the huge ballgag that Nate held in front of his eyes was a surprise.
 
"Open up, slave!" Nate said, and Ben felt his jaw stretch as the thick ball was strapped snugly into his mouth.  He gurgled and tried to speak, but only an incoherent grunt escaped his stretched-open mouth.  With the ball wedged between his teeth and pressing his tongue down firmly, it was impossible to form any words.  But it was the next part of his enslavement that really startled Ben.
 
Nate knelt in front of him, holding a long length of rope, about ten feet long, doubled up, and began to wrap the end loop around his buddy's ball sac.  Ben held still as he felt Nate's fingers knot the ends around his cock and balls, and then realized that he had left about 10 feet dangling from his equipment.  Oh, shit, Ben realized, it was a leash!!  Sure enough, Nate smiled up at him evilly as he stood, holding the ends of the ropes in his hand.
 
"C'mon, slave," Master Nate said, tugging on his improvised Man-Leash.
 
"Unnnggh", replied the helpless slave, as he was led by his jewels into the bedroom.  He noticed that Nate had picked up a heavy leather belt on the way into the room.
 
Nate played the role to a T.  He took a few idle swats at Ben's exposed butt, and he loved the sound of the leather cracking softly on his buddy's firm ass.  The whole scene was turning him on like crazy.
 
"Kneel down, bitch!" Nate ordered his helpless slave/roommate.  Ben did as he was told, knowing that if he didn't, he'd receive a painful jerk on his leash.  
Ben bent down first over the bed, amd was subjected to more verbal abuse as his ass was swatted by the cruel Master.  The leather stung like hell, but Ben bit bravely into the ballgag, and refused to show any weakness.  He was XXXX to the floor, and Nate anchored the ends of the cock-leash to the heavy wooden legs of the bed frame.
 
"OK, slave-bitch," Nate said, "I've got to set some things up for your training session in the other room.  You stay there and wait for me.  Don't even THINK about undoing your leash!", he snarled.
 
It was hard for Ben to hold his balance, even sitting on the floor, with his arms pulled up so tightly behind his back, and he knew any struggle attempt would endanger his most precious jewels.  So he sat there, and tried to enjoy the fantasy that he had initiated.  The rope around his balls actually felt kind of hot, and he was getting sexed up pretending that he was a captive slave, not knowing how and by whom he'd be used in the next few hours, but that he'd be helpless and unable to do or say anything as he was abused.  He kind of liked the feeling of helplessness...it was kind of sexy thinking of himself as just an object...

At the same time, he was plotting revenge.  After all, this was just a fantasy game, but Nate had been a bit rough with the XXXX, and Ben had every intention of balancing the scale....soon! Ben played by George
Nate played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

Main Malfunction by Soft Touch

30 photos

Cuffed to the Wall

20 photos; 1:47 video

Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 09/13/2013

You Wanna Bet? by Soft Touch

22 photos

            “Come on, Blue Eyes, you can wake up now.”
            The strange voice sounded very far away and there were funny lights still flashing around in the black darkness inside of Ronnie’s head as he struggled to open his eyes again.
            “Yea, we only give you enough of that XXXX-juice to get you here,” another harsh voice echoed in his head and sounded closer as the darkness began to fade away.  Ronnie still felt very confused.  The last thing he remembered was sitting in his car and getting ready to go back to his dorm when some strange guy came up to him and said “Hey kid, you dropped something.”
            Ronnie remembered turning to thank the helpful man when all of a sudden there was a damp pad of cloth being pressed over his nose and mouth.  The cloth reeked of a XXXX sweet smell that turned Ronnie’s stomach and made his eyes all misty.  And then everything started to get blurry and dark, and then he was here, wherever here was.
            Ronnie struggled to open his eyes and turned his head to see a strange room full of muddy colors that were all running together like when you spill water on a water color painting.  The swimming colors made Ronnie’s stomach feel really queasy and he almost XXXXd when he tried to swallow down all of the drool that was now filling up his mouth.
            “He’s coming around now, Boss,” the second voice drawled near to him.
            The colors in front of Ronnie’s eyes stopped swimming and then came into focus to tell him that he was in a room that he had never been in before.  Then he looked up to see a big guy in a suit chewing on an even bigger cigar towering over him.  And next to the Cigar Guy there was another guy in a suit who looked even bigger.  The second guy was rubbing one hand over the fist of his other hand which was all decorated with big shiny rings.  No wait, those weren't rings.  They were brass knuckles.  Where was he?
            “Mmmatmougoomant?”  Ronnie was surprised by the strange sounds coming out of his mouth and then his recovering senses discovered that there was a thick knot of some kind of cloth filling up his mouth and now he could feel the pain in the corners of his mouth where the two ends of the rag were being pulled back to where they were tied tightly behind his neck.
            “Don’t try to talk kid,” the Cigar Guy advised.  “You just chew on that rag and nod your head when we tell you to.”
            Then Ronnie tried to sit up and discovered that there were tight ropes wrapped and tied all around his ankles, knees, arms and chest so that he could hardly move.  What was going on here?
            “Yea, and don’t try to get away,” Brass Knuckles chuckled.  “I tied them knots myself.”
            Then the Cigar Guy grabbed Ronnie by the shoulders and pulled him up into a sitting position on the floor.  “All right kid, now pay attention.”
            Ronnie tried working the corners of his mouth around the thick rag that was starting to hurt him and slid his tongue back and forth against the big hard cloth knot inside his mouth that was now starting to soften and get bigger as it soaked up the juices in his mouth.  What choice did he have?
             “My people tell me that you're a smart kid who knows how to play the odds.  Football, basketball, soccer, baseball, even tennis and volley ball – I hear you got a bet down on everything.”
            It was true.  Ever since Ronnie was a freshman he had cornered all of the sports betting on campus and he had already made more money than any scholarship would pay.             “So you're gonna to come to work for us.  We're gonna broaden your horizons.”
            “Yea,” Brass Knuckles put in.  “We're gonna let you go national.”
            “So here’s the deal.  We're gonna let you put some bets down for us.  If you win, we're gonna be real nice to you.”
            “But if you start losing, we might have to put you on the Disabled List for awhile.”
            “And if you talk, then we're gonna put you on the Swim Team.”
            Brass Knuckles laughed and polished his knuckles.  “Yea, doing laps in the deep water with concrete blocks on your feet.”
            “You want some time to think it over?  Okay Carlo, let’s grab a beer.”
            The two big guys in suits went into the next room and closed the door.
            This was impossible!  Things like this didn't happen to me!  Then fear clutched at my heart.  I had to get out of here!
            So I strained and struggled and fell back down onto the floor.  Desperation gave me strength as I struggled against the tight ropes and pushed my tongue against the thick knot of soggy cloth in my mouth, thinking that if I could dislodge it, then maybe I call somebody for help.
            But Brass Knuckles was right.  Those knots were really well tied and very tight.  I couldn't even budge them.  And each time that I almost pushed that big thick knot out of my mouth all of that slimy cloth just slipped right back in between my lips again.
            Panic set in as I grunted and groaned and rolled around on the hard floor.  I even tried crawling out the door, but I couldn't get my bound body to go where I wanted it to and I only ended
            Finally my brains kicked in.  What were they asking me to do?  I'd only be doing the same thing I was doing now.  And they promised to take good care of me.  But if I got caught it could mean serious jail time.  I wouldn't be a penny ante college kid any more.
            Suddenly the door opened and I saw the two suits standing over me again.
            “Well kid,” the Cigar Guy drawled.  “What’s it gonna be?”
            “Yea,” Brass Knuckles smiled.  “You wanna bet?” Ronnie played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff