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Laundry Day by Josh

28 photos; 3:32 video

Ryan swore. “Just what I need,” he thought, “a few hours to get to work and the damn dryer's broke. Now all my shirts are wet, and I don't have enough time to air dry them.” Ryan was new to the neighborhood, and had only just gotten his new job as a contractor's assistant. His apartment was new as well, a nice, decent little place on the edge of the city proper, it enjoyed both the convenience of being in the city, but some of the quiet of the suburbs as well. He found the rooms spacious, nicely laid out, and all around a decent place to live. With the only exception of the damn dryer was broken almost twice a week. Sighing, he picked up the phone and called his boss, the only person he really knew in this side of town. “Mind if I use your dryer, boss? Machine over here is broken again...”
“Uh, Yeah, come on down. I'll be running errands, but the side door's unlocked. Don't park in the driveway.”
“Thanks, boss.”
Fifteen minutes later Ryan gently let himself into his boss's spacious home in the 'burbs, and lugged his basket of wet laundry down to the basement. He loaded the machine, got it started, and was walking back upstairs to crash on the couch while he waited when he felt a warm breath of air on his bare back, and before he could react a hand had clamped down over his mouth. Eyes open wide, he found himself unable to struggle against the larger man as the was shoved over to the small table used for folding laundry in the corner. Within minutes his hands were pinned behind him and he felt the chill, metallic touch of handcuffs clamp down over his wrists. A hand brushed once through his long, luxurious hair and then he heard a rough male voice say “Sit on the table.”

Panting, he did as he was told, and in doing so tried to sneak a glance at his assailant. He got a strip of duct tape acrossed the mouth for a reward, and moments later he was flipped again, face down on the rough wood of the table, his legs seized, and a thick layer of tape wrapped around his ankles. A firm hand on his back pushed him down into the table. “You've been a good little assistant, Ryan, but now your going to be a good little bitch for me. When I get back from work, that is.” The voice chuckled. “The good news is you have the day off. Oh, and when you struggle, mind the drop, thats a bare concrete floor down there.” The pressure from the hand suddenly released, and Ryan found himself trying to pant for the breath he hadn't realized he'd been denied. By the time he'd managed to regain his breath and his senses, he heard the lock click on the stairwell and then the the garage door open upstairs.

He paused, took a deep breath, and tried with all his might to get his hands down to the tape around his ankles. Realizing the futility of the angle, he wiggled until he was at the edge of the table, and strained his arms down behind his back, and managed to pull his legs up and through his arms so that his hands were now to his front. Panting, he tried the tape again, but with his hands cuffed as they were, he just couldn't get enough leverage to pull the tape off of his jeans and, finally, he pulled his legs back up to the table and lay down, wondering what the afternoon, and his bosses return, might bring.
Ryan played by Arturo The Man played Rodrigo Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/16/2008
What's Under the Hood by Kurt

26 photos

            Casey opened his eyes and found himself in a place he had never ever been before. He was still feeling really dizzy and weak and very confused. The last clear memory he had was of him working at his weekend job at the gas station. The job was kind of boring because the station was way out on Route 22 and they didn't get many cars through there any more because most people used the Thruway. Casey didn't mind because the quiet station let him keep up with his studies while he was working.
            But then a couple of guys came in with a new car, looking for a lube job. Casey didn't mind. Lube jobs were easy. But after he had them pull the car into the garage, Casey remembered asking them what they had under the hood. The one called Chuckles laughed as he lifted up the hood so that Casey could see the new computer controlled engine. But then the other guy called Dagger came up behind Casey and all of a sudden Casey felt something like a bee sting on his neck. The next thing he knew he was trying to apologize to Dagger for holding onto him because Casey’s legs had turned to jelly and he couldn't stand up. Then he heard Chuckles laugh again and everything went dark.
            And now he was lying on somebody’s bed. Casey tried to sit up and that was when he discovered the ropes that were all wrapped tightly around his arms and legs. “Hey! What the hell’s going on here?”
            The door opened and Dagger and Chuckles walked in with big smiles on their faces. “Well, well Country Boy is finally awake. How'd you XXXX Country Boy?”
            “You…! You did this to me! You'd better untie me right now or I’m going to call the police!” Casey threatened and tried to sound as mean as he could.
            Chuckles laughed while Dagger XXXX Casey back onto the bed. “Nobody asked for your mouth kid!”
            Strong hands grabbed Casey’s face and XXXX his mouth shut while those hands starting wrapping white tape all around over Casey’s lips and the back of his neck until his mouth was being hugged tightly shut.
            “Get the camera Chuckles,” Dagger ordered.
            Chuckles chuckled as he hurried out of the room. A few moments later he was back with one of those new digital cameras which he handed to Dagger with a pleased smile on his face.
            “Okay Country Boy, you don’t have to smile, but you'd better hold still where I put you unless you want me to thump you some.”
            Casey looked at the size of Dagger’s hard fist and felt his insides starting to squirm with fear. Casey didn't like to fight, and he didn't like being hurt, so he just let his whole body go numb while Dagger and Chuckles positioned his body this way and that and began shooting a flashXXXX into his eyes until finally –
            “That’s enough,” Dagger decided.
            Casey watched Dagger and Chuckles go out of the room and close the door tightly to keep him a prisoner. Poor Casey was completely confused. He had always been prepared for someone to come and rob the station. He already knew that he was just going to give them the money and hope that they went away without hurting him.
            But he had never imagined that anyone would take him instead of the money. And why were they taking his picture? His family just ran a little store. They didn't have any real money to pay a ransom with. That’s why Casey had to work his way all through college.   Maybe these guys didn't know that.
            All of a sudden the door opened and Dagger and Chuckles came back in with their camera, and neither one of them was smiling.
            “Sorry Country Boy,” Dagger told him. “But our customer wants to see what you've got under the hood.”
            Under the hood?   Under what hood? None of this made any sense to Casey.
            Then Dagger’s big hand grabbed the confused Casey by the ropes wrapped around his chest and pulled him up into a sitting position. And then Dagger’s other big hand palmed Casey’s crotch and began unfastening his belt.
            A completely shocked Casey screamed into his taped-over lips as loud as he could and he began to struggle as he tried to avoid the big hand that was touching him where he had never been touched before. Then he felt a cool blast of air across his crotch as those big hands ripped open Casey’s jeans and started pulling them down.             Casey screamed and screamed and shook his head from side to side while he tried to tell these two strangers that he didn't want anyone touching him there. But the more he struggled and screamed, the easier it was to pull those jeans down over Casey’s legs.
            The heat of a warm blush rose over Casey’s cheeks and brought tears to his eyes. He didn't want this to happen! But he couldn't stop those strange hands from twisting his body this way and that, and he couldn't stop that flashXXXX from going off and taking pictures of his most private parts, and he could stop Chuckles from his insane chuckles that were cutting into Casey like a lash.
            And then, just as quickly as it began, the flashXXXX stopped popping and those strange hands pushed Casey back down onto the bed. By then Casey was almost sobbing and feeling so weak and powerless.
            “Don’t take it so hard, Country Boy,” Dagger advised. “If our customer likes these pictures, you're going to have a nice soft job inside. And if he doesn’t like them, you'll still have a job because it takes a lot of hard labor to keep that farm of his looking like an ordinary farm.”
            Casey blinked some tears out of his eyes and then looked up to see Dagger standing over him with what looked like a ball of cotton and a hypodermic needle in his hands. “Now don’t flinch, this only hurts a little bit, and then you'll be on your way out into the country, Country Boy.”
THE END
Casey played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/14/2002
Benched

24 photos

Model: Simon Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/17/2007

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