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Friction
30 photos; 4:04 video
Model:: Ryan Photgraphy by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/13/2007 -
Man Handled
25 photos; 4:48 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/02/2018 -
Re-Prisoned by Caitiff
24 photos; 5:21 video
It had been a harrowing escape. The guards had never suspected that Bernard and his cell mate Mike had been digging their way to the old subway tunnel right underneath the prison. No one knew it was there. Bernard had only known it was there because he used to date an urban archaeologist. Now that they were out, both decided to split up. Now Bernard had to find some clothes to replace the obvious prison uniform he was wearing. He could also use a place to rest up and hide until the heat died down a bit. A warehouse up ahead seemed promising. It looked abandoned. Maybe Bernard would be able to find some clothes or even money. Bernard found what looked like a door that had been broken open and then set back in place. Probably some homeless guy or squatters. Still, from the look of things , no one like that was likely to turn hims him in. The distant sound of a police siren made up Bernard’s mind. He liked hsi chances in the ware house better then outside all exposed. “MmmmmPhhh!”, Mike groaned as a hand went over his mouth. Powerful hands wrenched bernard’s arms behind his back. “What do we have here?”, Bernard’s captor whispered ton Bernard’s ear. ...... “Comfy?”, Bernard’s XXXX asked. Not that Bernard could answer. The think gag in his mouth kept him pretty silent. If he hadn’t been gagged, Bernard would have mentioned that the ropes binding his hands behind his back were too tight, the same ropes around his chest too constricting. Instead he just slumped down to his knees. “”Aww, getting tired so soon? We’ve barely beXXXX!”, The man hoisted Bernard up his feet, which were then tied with even more rope. Bernard was good and caught. He knew it. The police and a nice cozy cell were sounding real nice to Bernard now. The End? Bernard played by Braxton Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/06/2014
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Taped by Caitiff
24 photos; 5:56 video
It was two in the morning and Chris couldn’t get any XXXX. His room mate was once again practising on his drums. Why Chad thought he needed practice to be able to senselessly beat his instrument, Chris had no idea. It seemed that if random loud noise was the goal, Chad had succeeded. But Chad had insisted he needed practice so he and his band would become famous. Stuffing pillows over his head having failed, Chris was at his wit’s end. He had work tomorrow, unlike Chad who hadn’t worked for months except for a few gigs in bars. Chris got up, not sure what to do. He liked Chad but this was really becoming a major pain in his ass. Well since I’m up now maybe I can waste time on the computer, Chris thought. He turned on his lap top and went to the usual sites: Myspace, Google, you tube. And suddenly Chris had an idea. “Hey Chad. Chad! HEY CHAD!” Chris yelled over his roommate's drumming. “I got an idea on how you can help your band!” Intrigued, Chad listened to Chris’ plan. When Chris finished, Chad said,” But I don’t see how filming me tied up on the internet will help my career.” Chris stifled a laugh as Chad described what he did as a career and continued, “ Exposure, dude! People do this on youtube all the time and it gets lots of hits. Then you do a video and you already have lots of subscribers.” Chad still wasn’t sure how this would work. Why would anyone want to see him tied up and gagged on the internet. But it couldn’thurt. Besides, Chad could use a break. He figured this wouldn’t take more then a few minutes. Chad was told to sit on his bed while Chris got the “materials”, rolls of duct tape. Chad soon had his hands tightly wrapped in the sticky tape. Then his chest was similarly bound. Chad began having second thoughts. Chris seemed a bit too eager to tie him up. “Ok so you’re sure this will..mmpph.” “Trust me! My plan is working already.”, Chris said as he gagged his room mate with more tape. Chad gave a puzzled expression. How could it be working already. Chris helped Chad onto the bed and then began securing Chad’s legs at the knees and ankles. Soon Chad was bundled into a nice little package, unable to move nor talk through his gag. Best of all, he couldn’t play his drums tied up. To make sure Chad stayed fooled, Chris got out his cam corder and put in a new tape. He centered it on Chad, turned on the camcorder and turned to leave. “Ok, good luck!”, Chris said before he left Chad to his fate and went back to XXXX. It took some time before Chad managed to free himself. Eventually the footage did make it to the internet. Chris was right. Chad did get a lot of subscribers. The End
Chad played by Chad Chris played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:02/04/2010 -
Control by Fidelis
35 photos
Control
by Fidelis
"Gimme that!"
"NO! You got to watch WWF, now it’s MY turn. I wanna watch The Bachelor!"
"You selfish little creep. First you to try to hide the last brewski – yeah, I saw you put it behind the couch – and now you want the remote. No way."
Andy scowled. Damn, he was sure that Frank had been so busy stuffing his face with chips that he hadn’t noticed the beer trick. Still – he sure as hell didn’t want to watch monster trucks. Frank had such tacky taste in TV. He didn’t want to watch any quality shows; the kind of shows that Andy liked. Andy wasn’t going to spend the night watching more crap. Frank poked him in the chest, and made a lunge for the remote control. It fell out of Andy’s hand, and Frank dived for it. Ha, what an idiot.
"Lemme go! You’re choking me!"
"Not until you let go of that remote."
Crash. Thud. The two men rolled around on the floor yelling at each other, both scrambling for the remote control. Andy managed to pin Frank to the floor, straddling him and holding his hands down.
"Say Uncle! Tell me that I can watch whatever I want to."
"NO!"
Suddenly the door of their apartment burst open. Andy looked up and his jaw dropped. Gus Liebling from next door was standing in the doorway. He had a rifle in his hand, and it was pointed at Frank and Andy.
"Enough, enough! I can’t stand it anymore. All night, every night you two are hollering and fighting. And your TV and your radio blaring crap all day and all night. If I hear one more word from Rush Limbaugh or Jerry Springer I’m going to crack! Get over there…..move those chairs."
Gus was shaking, spittle was flying from his mouth – generally he looked unstable. Frank and Andy moved a couple of chairs to where Gus had indicated and sat down in them as ordered. In no time at all the two roommates were trussed up with the rope that Gus had brought with him, their mouths tightly gagged.
"Ah, such bliss. Finally peace and quiet. Now why don’t we sit down and enjoy an evening of television? Oh, and a beer! You two are more considerate than I thought. Chips too! Yummy! Just let me make myself comfy here on the couch, and we can watch Washington Week in Review."
Andy and Frank stared at each other, aghast, as their neighbor made himself comfortable, drinking their last beer and snuggling down under the comforter on the couch. Within minutes he was snoring away. They looked at each other. For once they were in agreement. There was no way that they were going to spend the night tied up like this, watching those people yammering away. The struggle began.
Thump. Andy fell out of his chair as he tried to get loose.
"MMMPHHHAHAHAHAMMLOSER!"
"GGGHELPGGHMMMEEEEE."
Jeez, Andy was a real loser. Falling out of the chair like that. Frank was so much smarter. He would hope over to the kitchen, get a knife and…CRASH. The goddamn idiot would pick just that moment to roll around on the floor, tripping Frank up.
"GGMMPHNANANA. MMMWHOTHLOSERMMNOW?"
Grrrrrrrr. Frank snarled through his gag. Andy was such an immature jerk. Look what he had just done.
"MMMUNTIEMMYYHANDSTH."
‘MMMNNNOOO.UMMUNTIEPHHMYMMHANDS."
Who did Frank think he was kidding? Andy knew exactly what that idiot would do once he was untied. He would leave Andy all tied up, and get his mitts on the remote control and watch his trashy shows on TV. How dumb did he think Andy was? No way – Frank would have to untie HIM!
The two men thrashed around on the floor, snarling at each other through their gags as they tried to free themselves. And still those people on TV talked on and on and on and on. Oh, thank God, that show was finally over. The torture was over. Maybe they would have something decent on next. PBS was such a high brow network – Frank thought they he might just be able to stand something like Judge Judy - that was the kind of show PBS probably broadcast. Legal stuff like that.
NOOOOOO! Frank and Andy stared at each other in XXXX. Babes in long dresses were on TV, giggling away about getting married. They couldn’t spend the night like this! They would go insane. They had to get loose!
Hours later, Andy and Frank still lay on the floor, their eyes glazed over as the Pride and Prejudice marathon came to an end. Feeble groans came from their gagged mouths. Gus still lay snoring on the on the couch, and thanks to Frank, the remote was now lying somewhere under the couch. Andy looked longingly at the rifle. He would like to use it on himself now. He had never spent such a horrible evening. He hadn’t even been able to fall aXXXX to end the torture. He waited impatiently for the station to go off the air. What was this? A special presentation of Bleak House? All 24 episodes back to back!!!! NNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!THE ENDFrank played by Angel
Andy played by Drew
Gus played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/04/2003 -
Masked
30 photos; 6:05 video
The Bound Guy played by Adam
The Masked Man played by Evan
Date of Production: 05/02/2018
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Leather Boi Gagged
26 photos; 4:43 video
Leather Boi played by Tommy Gunn
Bad guy played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/17/2017 -
On the Bench pt 2
21 photos; 4:31 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/25/2017 -
White Briefs
20 photos
Model: Arturo Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008
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Take Your Punishment by Caitiff
22 photos; 2:48 video
It had been a long day and Carlos was eager to sit back and relax. All day at work he had been thinking of the bottle of citron he had been saving. Carlos had decided tonight would the night he would finally finish it off. It would be a great way to start off his week end. Too bad that Carlos’ room mate Jed had other ideas. Carlos found his good for nothing room mate guzzling His bottle of Citron! What the Hell? “Hey! What do you think you’re doing! That’s mine!” Carlos yelled at Jed. “Oh sorry. I saw it in the fridge and thought it was fair game.” Carlos was furious. Jed was always taking his stuff. And now Jed gone too far. Carlos looked at the bottle, already almost empty, and decided he had had enough. Carlos was smaller then Jed but wiry. He had been a rodeo champion in high school and the old tricks were never forgotten. Before Jed knew what was going on, Carlos had him laid out on the couch with his hands behind his back. Some rope appeared as if from no where and was soon looped around Jed’s hands, securing them firmly behind his back. “Hey! Now wait a minute!”, Jed protested. But Jed didn't’ want to hear it. Once he was sure that Jed’s hands were tied securely, Carlos looped the rope back to Jed’s feet and tied them up as well. Jed was now in a tight little hog tie on the couch.“ Damn it! I know you’re angry but you’re acting crazy.. wait, what are you doing with that tape?” “As if you didn’t know!” Carlos mocked as he took off a large strip of the super sticky tape and began wrapping it around Jed’s head. “Mmmmpphh!”, Jed grunted through the tape gag for all the good it did him. Carlos smiled. He had been wanting to do this to Jed for months now. The guy had become insufferable and it was time he learned a lesson in respecting other people’s property. Carlos looked down at his bound and gagged room mate, trying desperately to get free. Carlos know Jed wouldn’t. Carlos knew his knots. Jed would stay tied up until Carlos decided to let him go. Carlos tested Jed a bit, tickling his sensitive feet just to see Jed squirm in his bondage. Jed’s muffled yelps through the gag was music to Carlos’ ears. “Now that you’re taken care of, i can finally get some peace and quiet.” Carlos mocked. “Mmmmmppphhh!?” Jed begged through his gag. But Carlos was having none of it. He sat on the couch beside Jed and flipped the channel, drinking the last drops of his citron. It might turn out to be a good week end after all, Carlos thought. The End
Carlos Played by JMZ
Jed Played by Craig
Photography by Slade Date of Production:04/17/2011 -
Office Revenge by Justin
31 photos
My name is Rick. I have been working for these two straight assholes for 9 months now. All I hear at the office. (they are lawyers and roomates) is how many chicks they Bang. They use me as a go-fer calling me Fag and Queer-boy. It was time for my Revenge! I have had enough of this Shit.
I hired a mate I met in the local pub. I knew my bosses ate Pizza every Friday evening.I had two toy objects I told my pal, that we would pay the Pizza man off and then ring the bell with ski masks on.
When Mike The Blonde with no face hair answered the door, I pushed my self in , my pal in back of me. My voice changed I ordered" Sit on the fucking sofa, do not EVER speak, You both might just get out of this alive"
Shaking they sat, hands raised. I threw them several bandanna's orderering them to GAG THEMSELVES. They did as ordered. "This is a robbery boys." I yelled. I picked up their Boots and long black socks. stuffing them into a trash bag. Barefooted and scared shitless they sat.
I blindfolded Joe, and yanked on his face hair. I wanted Mike to see what was happening, for now. We tied their hand's with white ruff rope, " MMMMFFFFPPPPLLLUUUZZZ" Mike yelped through his gag. "Are you two fags, you look like fags" I asked both shook their heads ,NO. "Bullshit" I answered , I no a Fag when I see one. . I tied their ankles together, Mike was pleased with his eyes. Tears rolled down his check.. "hahaha" "I think these two fags need to be XXXX Stripped. buck Naked" I mused outloud. They turned to each other and grunted. "NNOOFFFFFFFFMMMPPPPPP". Naked from the waist up I threw them down to the carpet. Ankles untied for the moment. I could see Joe start to get a Hard Dick under his Levi's. hmmmm. I tied them Back to Back, leaving their ankles still untied. Then tied their ankles . I enjoyed watching them struggle and moan. " Maybe We will piss on you to Fag Boys?" I yelled. "Let's "Strip these Queers" They fought to not have their Levi's pulled down and off. I held the XXXX to each of their temples. That quieted them down. It always does, You know!. Finally Levi's removed , there they were Naked . I order them to their feet and tied them to an partition in the room. Joe's dick was Hard. Mike was to scared to sport a Hard cock. I wrapped a roped tightly around them . Then moved to secure their ankles. I told them we were photographing them and if they told the Coppers, all these picture would flood the Net and also to all their clients. We went and made ourselves several bourbon and Coke's, and watched for over an hour as these two straight motherfuckers, tied naked to a bloody pole in the living room, fought the ropes that cut and tore into their flesh. Pleading, begging, Joe never lost his hard Cock. I finally went over to him and pissed on his Cock and then jerked him off with my urine as a help instead of spit. He Cam and shot accross the rug and moaned. We finished out drinks, wipped the prints off the glasses . My Mate Pissed on the blonde, Mike, with the Ink on his arm, chest and back. "Hey, this doesn't wash off" We laughed . We took all the money, watches, rings, and the shoes and boots from the closet. We cut the legs off all of the expensive suits and arms off the dress shirts and cut all their "Power" silk ties in half. We pissed in their underwear drawer. and cut all their silk and nylon over the calf socks, down to ankle length. hahaha. . Not the worst Friday evening I have ever spent. TGIF.The EndMike played by Troy
Joe played by Lyle
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/10/2004 -
House Warming by Caitiff
19 photos
Ted was all set to begin his new life. He had his stuff down in the U-Haul and the keys to his new apartment were in his hand. The apartment was small but it was perfect for his new start since leaving his boyfriend. Finally Ted would be free. Free from lying boyfriends and screaming bosses and stuck up neighbours. Just a quiet life to himself for a while.
Lost in thought, Ted didn't’ notice the man already in his apartment. Not until he was already being hit over the head. Ted slumped ot the ground, prone and helpless.
What came after was a blur to Ted. He could feel his hands being bound together. More rope was tied around his torso like a harness. Ted had a weird feeling of floating, as if he was being suspended.
Slowly Ted’s mind cleared from the viscous blow. He was on his couch. Red rope was tied around his body and hands.
“What the hell?”, Ted managed to blurt out before a foul tasting piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. Ted almost choked when he realised it was his jock strap. “Mmmmph!”, Ted moaned in protest as rope was tied around his head, making sure he could not spit out the gross gag stuffed in his mouth.
The man who had assaulted him was rough as he gagged Ted. While he was furious, Ted was also scared shitless. This guy had already shown he wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence. And right now Ted was in no position to defend himself.
“Mmmmffuuummmuuuu?!”, Ted tried to ask, though the gag made it unintelligible. Ted’s captor responded by pressing his booted foot on top of Ted’s chest, pushing down hard until it became hard for Ted to breathe.
“You’ve been a bad boy, Tony. Your wife’s none too happy with you!”
Tony? His WIFE!? Ted sure as hell had never had a wife. He had been so gay all of his life he had pretty much never been in the closet. What the hell?
The man continued, “So she hired me to make sure you get what you deserve.”
Wait, wasn’t the last guy who lived here named Tony? Ted had been sorting through the last tenet’s mail that had been left piling up. Oh shit, and this thug thought he was this Tony guy.
“Mmmmm! Mmmm..urk....”, Ted tried to protest but the thug’s boot came down on top of his mouth. Though he didn't’ put as much pressure he had on Ted’s chest, the thug’s message was clear. Even if Ted was gagged, his captor would tolerate no lip.
“Let’s make you more comfortable.”, the man said as he got out more rope. This time Ted’s leg was bent at the knee, his shin and thigh tied together. Again, the man was not gentle as he tugged on the rope and left no slack whatsoever. Then Ted’s other leg was tied the same way. This guy knew his stuff. Even if Ted had been alone, he couldn’t have hopped or used his feet in any way. But to make sure, more rope was tied from Ted’s legs to each side of the couch. Now Ted couldn’t even get off the couch. Next came Ted’s hands. Obviously the guy realised that Ted might be able to get free with his hands tied in front of them as they were. So Ted soon found his hands tied to the railing behind his head. Now for all practical purposes spread eagled, Ted felt exposed and helpless. His face grew red with anger, fear and embarrassment. But somehow Ted sensed that his ordeal had only just begun. This was confirmed when his captor began checking the ropes. His hands not only fiddled with knots, cruelly tightening each, but also lingered over Ted’s body. His chest was felt up and his ass squeezed through his tight jeans.
“Now the real fun begins”, Ted captor said, leering at his bound and gagged prisoner.Not The EndTed played by Brant RopeWork by Joe Wright Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/23/2008
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Ripped Off by Gilroy
35 photos; 5:34 video
t had been three years since Douglas had been back in town, ever since he had been sent to prison for that robbery. Now he was back and he had a score to settle. There was only one way that the cops could have know he was involved and that was if his partner, Frankie, had told them. It made sense. With Douglas gone, Frankie got all the loot. Douglas was too much of a man to rat Frankie out in return, no matter how much he deserved it. But that didn't’ mean Douglas was going to let it slide. Douglas didn’t have nearly as much trouble finding Frankie as he should have. Frankie was always sloppy and too sure of himself. He was slumming at some dive. When Frankie went to take a piss out in the alley, Douglas jumped him. It was a brief but hard fight, Douglas ripped up Frankie’s nice clothes. But the end was never in doubt. Soon Douglas had Frankie XXXX out. He wasted no time in binding Frankie’s hands behind his back. A blindfold was put over Frankie’s eyes. Then Douglas blew his nose into a filthy rag and stuffed it into Frankie’s big mouth. Gagging Frankie gave Douglas a deep sense of satisfaction. Frankie was awake and kicking in the trunk of the car by the time Douglas had gotten him back to the house. “Mmmm!”, Frankie yelped a she was pulled out using a leash Douglas had made using rope and that dog collar Frankie liked to wear. Frankie struggled as he was led to the basement, not that it did any good. Frankie was firmly under control. Using more rope that he bought just for this occasion, Douglas secured Frankie to the ceiling, running rope from the wooden dowel between Frankie’s arms to the pipes in the ceiling. More rope was taken out and tied to Frankie’s legs making improvised leg shackles. Douglas shad learned a lot about how to immobilise a guy while in prison. Now Frankie was going to get a taste of that. “Mmmmmm!?” Frankie moaned through his gag a she struggled to get free. It was in vain however. Frankie was caught. Now it was time he paid Douglas back for betraying him. Frankie was a lying cheating back stabbing rat. But he was also not bad looking. He like dot think of himself as a ladies man. So what better lesson then to be felt up by another guy? But first Frankie had to lose his clothes. They were pretty ripped up anyway from the initial fight. Still Douglas enjoyed it as he ripped off Frankie’s clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of his captive’s body.“ Mmmmppphhh!? Mmmmmmpphhh! “ Frankie did not like being forcibly stripped naked at all. HE certainly didn’t like it as his body was felt up and explored. Douglas ran his hands down Frankie's chest, squeezed Frankie’s ass and then reached around to Frankie’s cock. Once he felt the stiff member, Douglas knew that at least some part of Frankie was enjoying this. Frankie had betrayed Douglas and now Frankie’s dick had betrayed Frankie. As Frankie struggled and moaned, Douglas held him firmly. The friction was giving Douglas his own woody and it occurred ot him that it had been too long since he had had any. But the time wasn't’ right yet. First he would break Frankie down, make him submit, beg to be released. Douglas had plenty of time ot teach Frankie a lesson about selling out his friends. It was a lesson Douglas planned to enjoy. The End Frankie played by Darien
Douglas played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/03/2010 -
Throwing the Game by Caitiff
23 photos; 5:16 video
Rod was hyped all through practice. He had never felt more confident. He knew he would take his team to the championships this year. Unfortunately Rod wasn’t the only one thinking he was the teams most invaluable player. Rod was so full of energy, he decided to walk back to his apartment. As he did so, a grey van pulled up beside Rod. “Hey,’ The driver asked, “ Can you help me find Tucker Street?”
“Sure” Rod said as he walked closer to the van. “Go down two blocks..hey! Mmmm!?” Rod was shocked as the van door suddenly opened and two more men jumped out. One grabbed the young jock’s arms, pinning them behind Rod’s back. The other put a foul smelling rag over Rod’s face. Everything for Rod went black.
When Rod awoke, everything was still black. Rod was sitting but his hands were uncomfortably bent behind his back. He tried to move them but failed. He had been tied up. “Mmmmm?”, Rod yelled out, his words muffled by the tape over his mouth. Desperately Rod struggled against the bondage to no avail. He tried to yell for help through the gag. “Well, looks like the Golden boy is awake!”, Rod heard a voice say. The tape over his eyes was ripped off. The man, dressed in a suit, was unfamiliar to Rod. Obviously though the man knew Rod. “Mmmmm!”, Rod grunted angrily. Rod rocked in his chair back and forth in a rage. “Yes yes, I’m sure you’re very upset. However I want to stress how delicate your situation is. You are bound and gagged, no one knows where you are or even that you are missing yet and ..” the man’s hands took liberties with Rod’s muscular form to prove his point “.. I can do whatever I want to you.” Rod, though still upset, kept quiet.“Now, I know you are really excited about your upcoming game but I would like to talk to you about coming to an arrangement.” Rod could only glare as the man explained how he wanted Rod to throw the game. “I’ll let you sit while you think about it.”, the man said as he left Rod to stew in his own juices. The End Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/06/2013 -
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…?THE ENDLewis played by Doug
Vic played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/26/2005
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The Naked Chef by Caitiff
34 photos; 4:09 video
The Naked Chef
by Caitiff
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.The EndDoug played by Kent
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 12/18/2007 -
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.I never realized how strong he was. He got me on my stomach and began to wind something around my wrists. It was rope. “Good God Joe do you think you can just tie me up and that will be the end of it, even if you keep out of the way you will never get aMMMPPPHHH.” He taped my mouth shut with white athletic tape. He wrapped it around my head silencing me good. The tape sealed my lips and words. “MMMPPPPHHHH”, I screamed in vain. He tied my wrists well. The rope dug into my skin as I tried ineffectively to break free.
He stood me up and watched me. I darted for the stairs but it was useless. He caught me and pulled me to the back of the basement. I struggled withering my upper body from side to side. He threw me on the couch and finished what he started. “I’m sorry Mark, but I need this more than you. You’ll have another chance, I won’t.” “MMMPPPPHHH”, I screamed. He tied more rope tightly around my thigh. I flexed my muscle in a vain attempt to stop the inevitable. He trailed the rope to my ankle and knotted it tightly. He repeated the process on my other leg and he was done.
“I am really sorry Mark I have to go.” “MMPPPMMPPHHHPLEMM”, I begged. He was gone. I struggled hard flexing every muscle in my body to break free. The rope was tied around me so tightly I had no chance. I rolled back and forth exhausting every bone in my body. I tried to scream but all that escaped my mouth were grunts. The tight gag shut me up good. I managed to roll onto my stomach and tried again to loosen the rope around my wrists. It was no use. I could not believe he took it this far. I lay bound and gagged for two hours before my parents came home to find me. Needless to say he would get a free ride, right to jail.The End
Mark played by Danny Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/21/2008 -
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.THE END
Drew played by Chester David played by Sammy Jerry the Jerk played by Rod Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/24/2006
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Red Jock
28 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Nick Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/07/2008 -
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
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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!The EndKeith played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/16/2005 -
Out of Control by JMZ
20 photos; 2:27 video
I always had the same dream. It happened the same way every time. It was as if my subconscious was trying to tell me something. As the years passed by I found the dream became more detailed in its aspects. I have always been the sort of man who took charge. In any situation I was looked upon to lead. This is what I was known for, I demanded respect. In contrast my recurring dream put in me in the opposite position.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?
It begins the same way every time. I wake from a peaceful XXXX to find my body completely incapacitated. White rope is wrapped over my aching limbs. The rope tightly grasps my wrists. The burn of the ropes is unbearable. My hands are reddened from the lack of circulation. My fingers begin to numb. No amount of resistance can free me from these binds.
My chest and arms are strategically wrapped together, making escape impossible. My hardened nipples bear the brunt of the ropes. I can feel my heartbeat increase with every useless wriggle. The muscles in my arms are sore and stretched. I cannot break free.
I look down to find my knees succumb to the same treatment. The rope is thoroughly wrapped four of five times over them. The hair on my legs is pulled and yanked by the creases of the rough rope. My legs are immobilized. The flesh on my legs protrudes out of the top of the rope where my knees are tied, matching the color of my hands.
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.The endThe Dreamer played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/23/2005 -
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.
"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!"
"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?"THE ENDProf. Noora played by Anthony
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:05/23/2002
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Because of this, Christopher's reputation surpassed him and one day, Christopher found himself coming home to an unwanted guest. As Christopher eyed the man with suspicion and an unwise amount of disdain, the man dragged Christopher into the house.
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