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Breaking Doors by Soft Touch

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            “Oh, I am sorry!” Jerry had immediately apologized to the big man that he bumped into when he was coming out of the City Library. Jerry had been so intent on getting back to the University so that he could finish working on his term paper that he never saw the big man until he bumped into him.
            Suddenly a second big man moved to Jerry’s side and grabbed his arm hard. Then the two big men had held Jerry tightly between them and started propelling him toward the curb. “Hey! Let go of me! What are you doing?” Jerry had cried out as loud as he could.
            But all of his frightened words were muffled by a damp cloth one of the men was holding like a mask over Jerry’s nose and mouth. The cloth really reeked of something awfully sweet that fogged up Jerry’s glasses. Jerry had tried to twist his face away from the sickening cloth, but the man held it firmly to his face until Jerry was starting to feel dizzy and it seemed like all of his strength was being drained out of him. And then Jerry just had time to see the open door of a dark van waiting for him before he was pulled down into a very deep darkness.
            When the darkness finally lifted, Jerry had found himself sitting on a bed in somebody’s bedroom. He didn't know where he was or how he got here, but he did recognize the two big men who were now towering over him. And then he felt and saw the ropes that were tightly tied all around his chest and his arms and his wrists.
            “Hey! You can't do this to me! You'd better let me go right now!” Jerry had told the two strange men in an angry voice.
            But the two men just laughed at Jerry. Then one of the men grabbed Jerry hard by his hair while the other man wedged a handful of cloth between Jerry’s teeth. Then the other man held Jerry’s head still while his partner began layering wide strips of sticky tape over Jerry’s cloth-spread lips and cheeks to keep him from spitting out the cloth.
            Jerry didn't like this at all, but there was nothing that he could do to stop the two men from treating him this way. And when he tried to tell them that he didn't want to be tied up any more, all of his words sounded like the kind of muffled sounds a trapped little animal might make. The two men ignored Jerry’s little squeaks and then handled him roughly while they quickly bound up his ankles and thighs with more tight ropes.
            “There,” one of the men finally spoke. “You just sit there real quiet and behave until your Daddy pays the ransom we want."
            “Yea,” the other man growled. “And you'd better pray a little that your Daddy gives us what we ask for. If he don't, then we're going to start sending you home in little pieces!”
            The two men laughed in an evil way and then went out of the room and closed the door on Jerry.
            Jerry was really scared and confused. Jerry hadn't heard from his archeologist Father in nearly six months. His Father's last message said that he was on a dig somewhere in the mountains of Peru and that he hoped to have good news soon. Did this mean that Jerry’s Father had found the treasure he was looking for?
            Jerry didn't know, but he was sure that he couldn't wait to find out. Jerry’s Father expected his son to be brave and resourceful if he ever wanted to join him on his expeditions so Jerry couldn't just sit there meekly like some little rabbit while these men used him to steal everything his Father had worked so hard for.
            So Jerry pushed his body back onto the bed. Then he began to twist this way and that on the hard mattress. First he tried to loosen the ropes by straining his muscles against them, but that didn't work.
            Then he tried contorting his body this way and that while he tried to get the fingers of his tied hands on the nuisance knots, but those evil men had tied him up in such a clever way that he couldn't even touch those knots.
            There had to be a way! Jerry listened intently, but he couldn't here any sounds. Maybe those men had gone and now he was all alone in this house. If he could somehow get his body to the door, he could open it and peek out. And, if there was nobody there, maybe he could hop outside and find some help.
            It wasn't easy, but Jerry finally managed to sit up on the side of the bed again. Then he got his feet under him and used all of his strength to leverage his body up into a standing position. This was good. Now if he could just make it to the door—?
            Suddenly the door opened and Jerry was surprised to see one of the men standing there with a sandwich a glass of milk for Jerry in his hands.
            “Why you little devil! Hey! Get in here!”
            The other man rushed into the room and then glared at Jerry angrily. “Some kids don't know when there well off! Get some more rope!”
            The man shoved Jerry back onto the bed and then waited angrily until his partner returned with more rope.
            Then both of the men were really rough with Jerry as they shoved him down on the bed and began grabbing and twisting his body. All too quickly, Jerry found himself bound up in a painful position with his legs folded up behind his back. Then one of the men snatched the glasses off of Jerry’s face.
            “No, please, don't take my glasses!” Jerry hummed into the soggy cloth that was clogging up his mouth. Without his glasses everything was just a blur.
            But the two men just laughed at Jerry.
            Then one of the men grabbed Jerry hard by his shirt and hissed right into his face. “You give us any more trouble and I'll turn you over to that medicine man your Daddy pissed off!”
            “Yea,” the other one seemed to like that idea. “Maybe he can shrink your head!”
            The two men went out of the room and closed the door with a loud bang.
            Jerry lied back on the bed and tried not to cry. It wasn't so much the pain in his shoulders and thighs or the gagging cloth that was swelling up inside his mouth that brought tears to his eyes. It was more the feeling of being trapped and helpless like this. What would Jerry’s Father say if he saw him like this? And what if those men came back and really hurt him?
            Suddenly Jerry heard a loud commotion in the other room. Then the door burst open and two dark figures rushed into the room. Without his glasses, Jerry couldn't see who they were, but he was afraid that it was the two big men coming back to hurt him. One of the dark blurry figures grabbed Jerry.
            “Please don't hurt me!” Jerry squealed way back in his throat.
            But then the man moved closer and Jerry’s eyes cleared enough so that he could see a shiny police badge on the man’s shirt. It was the police! Jerry was saved!
            Then Jerry began to cry.
THE END

Played by Chester Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2006
The Mission by Toldeo Tye

23 photos

I returned from another “assignment” after obtaining the piece of technology that I had been sent to recover, as I work for a high level governmental agency. I secured the item in a safe place in my hotel room before heading to the shower, which was going to feel so good after all the physical strain I had just been through to secure the KX-100 Decoder.

I had slipped into an enemy (of the Untied States) camp and got the jump on two guards. At XXXXpoint, I tossed one of them some rope I had found and ordered…”Tie your friend up and gag him tightly”. Reluctantly he began to tie his buddy’s hands but began tying them in front of his body. “No, tie his hands behind his back”. He did so and once he was finished I tied the other one up and gagged him, tightly. I XXXX both of them to sit on the floor where I tied them together back-to-back and also roped each of their legs together. I muttered “nothing personal” as I made my escape with the decoder.

As I was just about finished with the shower I thought I heard something and just as I was about to investigate the next thing I knew there were two guys standing in the bathroom. One with a XXXX and the other was holding some rope. These were the same two guys I had left bound and gagged but I had no idea how they had gotten loose so quickly or how they had trailed me back to the room. “Tie him up and gag him tight” the one with the XXXX said to his buddy. “Cross your wrists you American pig”, I had no option but to comply. Quickly rope was tightly wrapped around my wrists. Then a bandanna was tightly XXXX into my mouth and tied very tightly behind my head. “Make sure he stays put in there and get out here and help me search for the KX-100 Decoder”. With that, the guy who had tied my wrists together secured them to the shower door frame and went out to help his buddy look for the decoder unit.

The guy who tied me knew how to tie his knots very well but as I had not had a chance to towel off I felt the ropes begin to give against my wet skin as I began to strain against the them to get free. I knelt down on my knees for more leverage as I strained and pulled at the ropes binding me but just as I was about to break free they came back in, as they had found the decoder. “Where do you think your going, you American pig?” said the one as he brandished his XXXX. The other one who first tied me up came over and re-secured the ropes around my wrists.

“I came back in here to take care of you but since your down on your knees we might as well have some fun with this America pig”, he said as he smiled and looked as his buddy. The guy with the XXXX unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and moved toward my face. After removing the gag he said “Open your mouth.” I had no choice since he was pointing the XXXX at my head and I was XXXX to service his huge cock.

After awhile, the other one came over and I was also XXXX to suck his cock, too. They took turns forcing me to suck their cocks for quite sometime. Once they were satisfied that they had totally humiliated me the one with the XXXX said “OK; we need to tie this guy up so he doesn’t get loose again”. “Your such a good cocksucker I’ve decided not to kill you.” “We will return the decoder to headquarters and then come back here and have some more fun with you” With that, his buddy untied the ropes around my wrists but his friend warned me…”Don’t do anything stupid” as he waved the XXXX, again. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back”…he ordered. Again, I had no option but to comply. My wrists were crossed and he began tying them very tightly together and then knotted the rope well out of my reach at the top of where the wrists were crossed. “Tie him to that towel bar and re-gag him, that should hold the pig until we return”. I was roughly pulled over to the towel rack and he tied another rope to it and around my bound wrists.

Once they were convinced I was helplessly secured they grabbed the decoder and left muttering “This IS personal pig, paybacks are a bitch, huh?”. “Don’t go anywhere now, we will be right back to keep you company” They laughed as they went out the door leaving me tightly tied and gagged.

It took some doing but I finally got the rope loose which was securing me to the towel bar. However, it would take some doing to get my hands free, as he had tied them even more tightly than the first time and I no longer had the advantage of being wet. I struggled to get them free for quite awhile but was not making any headway. I then remembered that there was a pocket knife in my jacket pocket. I made my way over to my jacket and after getting the knife out worked at cutting the ropes binding my wrists. Finally, success!

I got dressed and headed out the door after these two (with my XXXX). I had to recover that decoder at all costs, as it was a matter of national security. I had a special “revenge” planed for them once I managed to track them down. I wanted to return the “favor” of the same type of humiliation I had just endured at their hands.
Model: Leo Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/25/2008
No Escape by Fidelis

31 photos

Ouch, ooch, ouch. Damn, Rafe had really let himself get snookered. It had been Big Pete’s idea to garrote the driver of the prison van with shoes with their laces tied together, but guess whose shoes had been used? Rafe’s. It has also been Big Pete’s idea to gag the moaning guard with socks, and whose socks had been used. Rafe’s. So here he was, XXXXing along this alley in his bare feet, while Big Pete, still comfortably shod, had taken off in the opposite direction. The first thing Rafe had to do was to find some shoes, and some new clothes. He would look a bit conspicuous strolling about town in this get up. He kept on rattling gates as he XXXXed along the alley. Aha, finally he found one that was open. He snuck into the backyard, glancing around furtively. No loud dogs, no music coming from the house. Perhaps he would finally have a lucky break. It was about time that his luck changed. There was no fucking way that he was going to go to prison. Nope, not with his looks. He sure didn’t want to have a whole passel of hairy boyfriends abusing his firm, studly body. It was too bad that the judge had been in such a pissy mood. Rafe sure as hell hadn’t been expecting a prison term. Hmmm, perhaps once he got some new clothes he would pay a visit to that incompetent attorney. Yeah, he would teach that guy a lesson. But first things first. Some clothes, some shoes and some cash.
Rafe fiddled with the lock of the back door. He didn’t want to smash a window to gain entrance – why bother calling attention to himself? He was sure the news of the escape was already on the radio. He really needed to keep a low profile. Ah, thank God for crummy old locks. That hadn’t been so hard after all. Oh crap, another door. The first just let him into a dingy porch. Rafe knelt down to inspect this lock. Hey, it would be a piece of cake. It took him just a minute to get this door open. Now, all he needed was…
"Freeze, you piece of scumsucking garbage. Don’t make a move!"
Oh great, this was just what he needed.
"Hey, man, calm down. I wasn’t doing anything. I…."
"You shut your mouth, you criminal trash. Yeah, I know who you are. You’re one of those cons who beat up on that prison guard and escaped. So, you want to see the inside of my house. Fine, you’ll see lots of it, more than you had intended on seeing. Now MOVE! Get those hands of yours up in the air. And no sudden moves. It would make me really happy to ventilate you, and the cops wouldn’t say boo. "
Rafe thought that it would be prudent to obey this guy. He didn’t look too stable and seemed fully capable of carrying out his threat.
"OK, OK, I’m moving. See? Hands up in the air and all. There isn’t any need to get carried away. Let’s just act like responsible adults here. Hey, what the fuck….?"
"MMMMPHHMMYMMHEAD. MMOHHH."
Rafe regained consciousness, his head pounding. The big bastard with the big XXXX must have whacked him on the head. Whacked him really hard. Oh damn, but his head hurt. Rafe tried to raise a hand to rub his aching head and discovered that he couldn’t move. He wasn’t in a position to say much either, as he realized that his mouth was sealed with a piece of sticky tape. He was sitting on a couch, his hands bound behind him, his mouth taped and rope wrapped all around his upper body. Shit, this was NOT turning out to be a good day for him.
"Get on your knees, punk. Come on, you heard, KNEEL you piece of criminal trash!"
Oh boy, Rafe had the feeling that he had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. He slid to his knees, shooting his captor a defiant glance.
"You looking at me boy? Huh, YOU LOOKING AT ME! Who gave you permission?"
"GGGGAHHHOUCHHHHHH!"
Rafe shrieked in pain as the big fucker grabbed his hair and pulled on it. This didn’t help his headache. He surreptitiously (or so he thought) made a rude gesture with his hand.
"Don’t you get fresh with me, you little turd. Boy, are you going to be sorry that you dragged your criminal ass into this neighbourhood. Yeah, you’re going to be really sorry, once I’ve finished with you."
The big guy dragged Rafe back up onto the couch, and bound his legs and ankles. He smacked Rafe across the face before leaving the room, after warning Rafe that ‘he would regret it if he moved a muscle.’
Rafe was no dummy. He realized that this man was totally out of control. Why hadn’t he called the police once he had bopped Rafe on the head. Ah shit, the guy was probably some weirdo vigilante type. Rafe knew that he had to get out of this place, pronto. He would rather throw himself on the tender mercy of the cop’s than face some crazed vigilante. He managed to drag himself to his feet. He moaned into his gag as the movement caused his head to pound even harder. He told himself that he had to be brave, that this was all in a good cause as he tried to hop across the room.
"You think you’re going somewhere, punk? Well, think again, you piece of garbage. You don’t go anywhere until I let you go, and I’m not letting you go, not yet." The big man smiled cruelly as he hooked a leg around Rafe’s bound ankles and sent him crashing to the floor.
Rafe writhed in pain as he tried to scoot across the floor, away from this crazy man. The guy had a really strange look in his eyes as he advanced on Rafe, more rope hanging from his hands.
"Yep, you’re going to be spending some time with me. I’m going to give you a choice. You kep me happy and maybe I’ll give you a head start when the cops come looking for you. "
"MMMMMMNNNNPPHH!!"
Rafe wailed in fear and pain as he was hog-tied. What was going to happen to him? Rafe had a pretty shrewd idea what was in store for him, and his captor confirmed his fears.
"Yup, you might be criminal scum, but I don’t see why I should let an oppertunity slip through my fingers. "
Rafe looked up at the big guy as he loomed over him. He didn’t want some freak messing with him. But he really didn’t want to go back to prison either. He squeezed his eyes shut as he resigned himself to his fate.
THE END
Rafe played by Clarke
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/02/2004

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