Doing Nothing All Day by Cryptococcus

31 photos; 4:06 video

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

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

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

Cal raises an eyebrow at his cousin's tone.

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit," says Cal.

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

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

Cal slowly nods, yielding.

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

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

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

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

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

In the Camaro.

In his underwear.

While Cal was drunk.

Why not?

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Bill noticed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he also knows now that his cousin would notice.

And fireworks will ensue, if only he were patient.

Cal wants those fireworks. They are why he came.

Knots to be Trusted by Soft Touch

31 photos

           You can call me Boot because I’m brand new in the Navy and I don’t know nothing about nothing nautical.
           That’s why when that big piece of equipment slipped off of the rope and crashed down to the floor and our Chief screamed “Who tied that knot?” I had to put my hand up.
           “Very well, Boot” he sneered at me. “You can see me in the Paint Locker after chow!”
           “Aye, aye Sir,” I answered like they taught us. Paint Locker…? What the hell was a Paint Locker? I had to ask some of my new friends and they all kind of laughed at me because some of them had been down in the Paint Locker before.
           It turned out that the Paint Locker was down in the basement under our barracks. It was a creepy old place with lots of junk everywhere and maybe a rat or two hiding out somewhere. I went down the old steps and found our Chief waiting for me down there. He was going to teach me my knots if it took him all night.
           I was still looking at the ropes he had in his hands and trying to figure out what he was going to do with them when I realized that now both of my hands were tied behind my back and there was this cruel rope harness all around my stomach and over my shoulders.
           “This is a sheet-bend. It’s good for tying two lines together,” the Chief went on in his raspy sing-song voice. “And this is a square knot. It’s good for tying limbs and braces together. Don’t never let me see you tying no Grannies.”
           Tying up Grannies…? What was he talking about? I never tied up anybody and I surely wouldn't tie up somebody’s Grandmother.”
           “Wait a minute Chief…uh…Sir. I don’t think you can tie me up like this. I’m not sure, but I think it might be against the U. C. M. J—Mmmph!”
           All of a sudden he plastered this big strip of Navy gray duct tape all over my mouth.  I tried moving my lips but now they were all stuck together with sticky tape and now all I could do was grunt and hum while the Chief looked at me with a big smile.
           “And this is duct tape. It’s just the think for keeping young ducks like you from quacking too much.”
           It was right about then that I started to get a really sick feeling in my stomach. Here I was all tied up so I couldn't move my arms at all, and now I was trapped down in this dark basement with a crazy Knot Man and I couldn't even yell for help. He could keep me down here forever! Who would know?
           He pushed me down onto a chair. “Don’t go nowhere. We need more rope.”
           As soon as his back was turned, I began struggling against those sheet-bends and square knots, trying to pull my hands and my arms free from them, but it was no good.
           “Studying those knots Boot?” The Chief was back with a lot more rope. “On your feet!”
           He pulled me to my feet and then wrapped some more rope over my chest and arms. Then he turned me around and pushed me back against this big upright and went on wrapping rope all around my thighs and calves. Quicker than somebody could sound “Liberty Call!” I found myself tightly tied to that upright and standing at Attention.
           I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all and I tried to tell him so with every kind of grunt and hum I could make behind that sticky tape, but he just laughed at me.
           “All right, I’m going to bed down the rest of the flock. You study up on those knots, you hear?”
           I watched him go back up those creaky steps. Then I strained and I struggled as hard as I could, but no matter how hard I tried, those ropes just got tighter and tighter. And then he was back.
           “You're a regular wiggle worm. Okay worm, down on the ground!”
           Next thing I knew he had me down on that cold hard floor and he was wrapping and tying more ropes around me. Now my legs and my ankles were all tied up together. Then he XXXX off my hat and pushed me over onto the floor.
           “Study those knots Boot. I'll be back.”
           I struggled around for a bit, and then I tried rubbing the tape on my mouth against the floor, but that didn't work. And then I saw the door. I didn't know where that door led to, but it had to go somewhere. If I could get through it, maybe I could find some help.
           “I was wrong Boot. You're not a worm, you're a regular snake. Well, I can fix that,” the old Chief growled at me.
           First he bent me almost in half and tied a lot more rope around my wrists and my ankles and then more between the two until the weight of my legs was trying to pull my poor shoulders out of their sockets. Then he tied another rope around my legs and lashed it to that big upright like a doggy leash.            This here is a bowline, Boot, remember that. It’s just the thing for tying things down or keeping slippery snakes like you where I want them to be.” 
           Then he disappeared again. I tried in every way I could think of to get myself free from those ropes. I tried pulling on them, I tried letting them go really slack, and I even tried picking at the knots with my fingers, but nothing seemed to work. Then way off in the distance somewhere I could hear the faint sound of a bugle blowing Taps.
           Then the Chief’s heavy steps came down the stairs to me. “You hear that, Boot? That means lights out so I'll see you again in the morning. Oh, and if you hear some of those little skittering sounds, that’s just our rats. They generally come out after Lights Out to see if I've left them anything to eat.”
            Rats! I grunted and hummed and really moaned behind my taped lips for the Chief not to leave me this way. But he just laughed as he went back up those creaky stairs. Then all of the lights went out. And then I heard all of these little skittering noises somewhere out there in the darkness all around me.

Boot played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

Leashed by Kurt

24 photos; 9:13 video

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

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

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

Main Malfunction by Soft Touch

30 photos

Cuffed to the Wall

20 photos; 1:47 video

Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 09/13/2013

You Wanna Bet? by Soft Touch

22 photos

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

Breaking Doors by Soft Touch

21 photos; 1:05 video

            “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 Mission by Toldeo Tye

23 photos

Model: Leo Photography by Caitiff

No Escape by Fidelis

31 photos

"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. Rafe played by Clarke
Photography by Caitiff

Floored by Rundawg

30 photos; 3:02 video

Antonio was always the person that would go to parties empty handed and drink everyone else's liquor.  Just last week he had attended Marcus' party and consumed enough liquor to hurt a small animal.  Marcus' had kicked him out and told him he would get back at him.
While Antonio was relaxing after a long day at work, he heard a XXXX on the door.  He opened it and saw Marcus holding a bottle.
"Hey we are neighbors.  I brought you a peace offering"
 
Before Antonio could reach for the bottle, the lights went out and down he went.  Marcus hit him on the side of the head with the bottle.  Luckily it did not break.  Marcus quickly pulled out a piece of rope and tied Antonio's hands behind his back.  It was time for him to pay him back for taking advantage of his guests at his party.  Once his hands were tied he moved on to removing his pants and underwear.  Amazingly the big, huge cock that Antonio always bragged about was not that big.  Marcus was going to have some fun exposing this loser to everyone that knew him.  He took the rest of the rope and tied his feet together.
 
Antonio started to come to.  He slowly started to see Marcus's face come to focus.  Antonio tried to move but couldn't and became startled.
 
"What the hell man!" he said.
 
"Shut the hell up!  For once I figured you could see what it felt like to watch other people drink instead of you hogging up!"
 
Antonio wiggled and squirmed.  "Get me loose before I ..."
 
Marcus clamped his hand over his mouth.  "Before you what?  There is not a damn thing that you can do but just lay there and wiggle like a slug in salt.  I'm sick of hearing your whining".  Marcus pulled out a green bandana and tied it tightly around Antonio's mouth.  He soaked a little bit of the booze in it so Antonio could get a taste of what he was missing.
  "Now you sit there and be a good boy while I get my camera to show all the ladies what a teeny dick you really have"
 
Antonio tried his best to move around and get the ropes loose.  One thing for sure, Marcus knew how to tie a knot.  No matter how much he moved or tried, the knots would not even move an inch.  He even tried to yell but the bandana kept his sounds muffled and the walls in this building were pretty thick too.
A few moments later Antonio heard Marcus coming back.
"Well while you were squirming like a little bitch I was able to get some great XXXX from around the corner.  I am sure these will be interesting for some people out there.  I think I am going to leave you like this while i go and enjoy this bottle.  Who knows.  I may come back and share it with you, but not in the way as I did when you opened the door"
 
Marcus patted him on the head and left the apartment with the bottle in his hand.  Antonio realized that he had made a mistake by crossing someone that lived just upstairs from him.  He laid there and squirmed as he patiently awaited for Marcus to return.  Hopefully with the bottle.  

A Lesson In Humility by JMZ

29 photos

 I had a great time at summer camp this year. This year it was a dude ranch my parents shipped me off too.My friends and I had a blast riding horses, swimming, and learning how to swing a lasso.Everything was going great until the counselor assigned to our bunk began his power trip.
His name was Todd.He was fresh out of college and thought he was Gods gift to the world. He made it a point to dress in full cowboy garb everyday on the ranch. He had a strong southern accent. Todd had grown up nearby and spent his summers off of school teaching the kids lasso tricks and how to rope steers.This guy was really something, at least in his mind he was. He had been assigned lead counselor to my bunk and took it very seriously.  Todd made it a habit to make sure we all knew he was in charge.He liked to bark orders and push us around when female counselors were around.Slowly but surely the entire bunk began to loath him.One afternoon after the jerk went off on one of his trips we got together and decided we needed to put him in his place.
Todd had the biggest crush on one particular counselor named Susie.Susie had he flirted all summer but never found the time to hook up. We started with a note taped to Todds locker asking him to meet Susie in the woods.Todd seemed so siked all afternoon it was almost pathetic.My bunk mates and I hid in the woods as we saw Todd approach.The plan was simple we would all jump out to scare him and tie him up so we could have a little fun.Todd approached and we all jumped out.The funny thing is the tough guy was so startled from suprise he fainted.I couldnt beleive it this was going to be easier than I thought.  We managed to get Todd tied to the tree just as he came to.We had tied the ropes around his torso and tree tightly to keep him from falling over when he was still out cold.As he came too he realized what had happenednd beagn to cuss to high heaven."You little bastmmmppphhh", he yelled.Well at least he tried till we cleave gagged his big mouth tight.The bandanna spread his lips and squeezed his cheeks. He tried hard to speak but all that came out was spit and grunts.

 After a while he was able to free himself from the tree while we watched from a distance, just as he was getting loose we tackled him and tied his legs up tight.The ropes tightly hugged his body, he couldnt get loose, not for lack of trying. Poor Todd struggled hard.He squirmed and grunted endlessly but to no avail.This guy was going to be tied a while.After making sure he would be able to free himself was all ran back to camp and had the run of our bunk, at least for an hour.Todd eventually was able to free himself.After that he was the nicest guy in the world, who knew? Todd played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Washed Up by Kurt

43 photos; 5:25 video

Chuck played by Charlie Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2009

Gagging For It

24 photos; 5:01 video

Model: Adam Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/07/2018

Sammy's Fantasy by Sammy

26 photos; 3:07 video

It was just another ordinary day at the Boundguys Manor. I was buy amusing myself with a book of old bondage photos. As I thumbed through the pages alot of fond memories slowly surfaced. Like most of my thoughts they involve hot guys in various states of undress bound and gagged. Lost in my daydreams it did not take long for my head to slump down as I drifted off to XXXX. I don't know how long I slept but when I finally woke up; some one had duct taped me to the chair I was XXXX in. They had wrapped the sticky duct tape in thick layers around my shoulders aand chest, my waist and my arms and feet. Whoever had done it was certain to wrap many layers around me so that it was impossible to break free. I strained against the tape but had no success, I flexed and tried to sXXXX the layers in twain still no effect. Whoever had caught me had done a good job. I heard somebody move behind me and I twisted in the sticky duct tape to try and see who it was. I knew it had to be one of the other guys as we had been tying each other up since Caitiff and myself first got the new house to run the website out of. Before I could get a good look at whoever it was a meaty hand clamped down hard over my mouth. MMpphh!! I struggled and writhed in the tape and strained until it felt like I was going to tear myself apart but I could not shake the hand that XXXX my mouth shut. MMpphh,MMPPHH, mmmhhhp! Finaly the hand realeased and I looked up into more duct tape being peeled off of a thick silver roll. My assailant stretched it over my mouth and wrapped it around and around my head. I pulled and twisted in the chair and tried to kick my legs out in front of me but whoever had caught me aXXXX had also securely wrapped, duct tape around my feet and the chair's base.I was completely immobilized. Then the last thing I remeber was here the sound of more duct tape peeling off the roll. The last piece of duct tape was smeared across my eyes and everything went black. Even though I could not see anything I could feel the same hands sliding and groping all over my body. They rubbed along my chest and legs while I struggled deliciously against the tight, sticky, silver restraints. MMMppphh? MMmPPpHHh!!? Whoever had gagged me was enjoying rubbing my cock and thighs. I pulled so hard against the duct tape that the chair rolled a few feet. I tried pulling one arm with all my migh then the other; even though the chair creaked alarmingly the duct tape held. I flexed my thighs and strained my back arching it up against the tape no success. A thin sheen of sweat coatedmy body by the time I was to exhausted to continue struggling. Every thing was still dark and I could feel the hands rubbing all over me. Then the hands began shaking me vigorously! Sammy, wake up.Sammy! Sammy! Wake up! I yawned and stretched as Caitiff roused me from my XXXX. "You must have been having a pretty good dream." "Yeah, I was." I responded. "Was it the bondage one again?" "It is always the bondage one." I laughed. "Is it time for another shoot?" "Yeah, you get to put Andre in the ropes today." "Andre, was always one of my favorites. I think I will use duct tape."

Hard to Refuse by Soft Touch

20 photos

            “Yes…!  Yes, I believe you.  Please don't hurt me any more,” Terry begged as he worked his lips and his tongue against the soggy wedge of bandanna and hoped that the Man could understand the strange sounds that were coming out of his mouth.
            “That’s better!  Now give me those feet!”  The Man demanded.
            Terry surrendered his feet to the Man and tried not to flinch while the scary character began wrapping rope really tightly around Terry’s ankles.
            Then the Man pounced on Terry again, and again he shut off Terry’s breathing with his strong arm while he hissed into Terry’s face.  “That’s right, Meat.  You just keep doing everything I tell you.  Then maybe, just maybe when this is all over I'm going to let you go home with all of your body parts.”
            By now Terry’s whole body was trembling and he couldn't stop the little whimpering sounds that he was making behind the bandanna wedged into his mouth.  This guy was crazy, really crazy!
            “Okay Meat, time for some pictures.”  The Man grabbed Terry and pushed him up on the couch.  Then he made Terry sit up straight so that everybody could see the poster he had plastered to Terry’s chest.  Then he backed off and started flashing his camera at Terry.
            “You see Meat, it’s like this.  You got a very important person on your floor, somebody we would really like to get close to.  So we're going to persuade your Nurse buddies to be someplace else when we make our move.”
            Oh no, Terry couldn't let that happen!
            “Of course, if your buddies don't want to cooperate tonight,” the camera flashed again.  “Then we're going to send them one of your little parts every night until they decide to play it our way.”
            “My body parts…!” Terry screamed inside his head.
            “Yea, won't that be fun?”
            And then the Man laughed and laughed.

Bear Bondage

21 photos; 4:05 video

Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/21/2013

Checking Up On Dean

20 photos; 5:12 video

Dean played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/06/2018

Flex

21 photos

Model: Arturo Photography by Caitiff  

Floored by Ogre

30 photos; 3:58 video

Dave had just joined the fraternity a few weeks before. Everything was going well during rush week. He showed up on time, took care of what he was expected to do. He was courteous and a model prospective member. Things were great, he was ushered in and all was well. If David had been doing his chores when the other fraternity snuck in, he'd have been able to call campus police. As it stood, however, he
was XXXX on the job and the other guys decided to take advantage of the situation. They snuck in through the kitchen door, wearing dark clothes and ski masks. They dug through their bags and pulled out a bunch of rope, having planned for this sort of complication. They then snuck into the main room of the house, found Dave lying there, and started trussing him up! Being such a heavy XXXXer, Dave didn't even notice once they were finished binding him. They crept away from him, leaving him to snooze, and grabbed the baseball trophy they were after. On the way out, one of the guys chuckled at him and he began to wake up, seeing their retreating forms heading for the door. He gasped and began to struggle but the other boys had bound him too tight! There was nothing he could do to prevent them from getting away! His brothers were going to be upset, and how! David struggled with his bonds while trying to come up with a convincing story to explain his predicament. Unfortunately, he couldn't do both very well and only managed to work up a sweat for himself. After two hours of wriggling and pulling and desperately trying to come up with a good tale, he heard the front door open. His heart pounded in his chest while he listened to the brothers come in from rugby practice. He knew he was in for it now. Charlie was the first to say something, even before they found David. "That lousy good for nothing. He was supposed to clean the house! How long ago did we leave him here? Four hours? Five?" Bill laughed sourly. "I swear, if I find him slacking off I'm going to give him one last chance to save his sorry butt." Charles agreed and the rest of the guys just laughed. They knew when Bill was angry, he meant business. "Oh, hey, look what we have here! The slacker himself!" Henry was the first to see David trussed up. The guys all filed in and David's chest went cold inside. How humiliating to be found like this. "Well, Dave, I see you've been playing around again. Probably had some girl in here who left you tied up to teach you a lesson." David shook his head violently, trying to explain through the gag but it was useless. They either didn't understand him or didn't want to even try. "Serves you right, you lazy good for nothing," Bill said. "You just lay here for a couple of more hours and think about what you're going to do next time about your chores!" He wiggled a finger at Bill who just looked pathetic. David's eyes pleaded for release, but one by one the brothers took turns whacking him on the ass and wandering off. Maybe next time he would not be so quick to fall aXXXX on the job.

But I thought by Kurt

26 photos; 5:28 video

Cellmates by HumiliatedGuyz

22 photos

Model: Rod & Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/07/2006 If you like what you read here, check out Humilited Guyz's Tumblr

Out of the Ballpark

25 photos; 6:02 video

Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018

Welcome Home by Toledo Tye

27 photos; 7:34 video

Dustin and I had had a big fight a couple days ago when I came home and found that he had left the door unlocked, yet again. I had discussed this with him many times before and he would always say he was sorry but a couple days later I would find it unlocked again. Fortunately, nobody had ever taken advantage of this but I feared with the downturn in the economy and the resulting layoffs in the police force, that things may not continue to be so lucky, so I decided it was time to teach him a lesson.
I worked at one of the “big box” stores and was on good terms with some of the delivery guys (who were pretty good size). I talked it over with Matt and he said he understood and would be willing to help me out. He said...”Leave it to me; I know just how to handle it”. He did tell me that he could get the main “thing” he needed right here at work. When I asked “such as?” He said “rope”. Then I understood pretty much what he had in mind. He assured me he would not hurt Dustin but would scare him enough to assure that he would remember to lock the door in the future. I asked that he do it just before I got home so that Dustin wouldn’t be “uncomfortable” for too long of a time.
Dustin usually got home about 1 1⁄2 hours before me on Tuesdays; so that would give Matt ample time to do what he was going to do. The trap was set now all we had to do was carry it out. Matt told me he would do it next Tuesday, since it was one of his days off. I said that would be just fine. I found myself looking anxiously toward Tuesday.
Dustin walked in the door thinking to himself...”Shit, left it unlocked again; glad I got home before Rick”. Before he realized it a large figure moved up behind him and roughly grabbed him while slapping a cloth over his mouth and nose which had a very sweet smell to it. He quickly became light headed and collapsed. Matt quickly dragged him over and put him on the sofa. Then he began to bind him. He started by pulling his hands behind his back and using the rope he had brought along with him he began to wrap it around Dustin’s wrists and then he pulled the wrists together (crossing them) and tied them tightly together with a tight knot out of Dustin’s reach. Next, he pulled out a rag and XXXX it between Dustin’s teeth and gagged him tightly so that he would not make enough noise for the neighbors to hear, after he came to.
Taking another piece of rope, Matt wrapped it around Dustin’s thighs, and then ran it down tying it tightly both above & below the knees and then after crossing the ankles finished by tying it off in a nice tight knot. Next, he stepped back and watched as Dustin came to. He began to struggle to get free “mmmmmrrrrpppphhhhing” into his gag. Matt decided that he needed to secure his “victim” a little bit more to make sure he didn’t get loose before I arrived home. Taking out another piece of rope he proceeded to wrap it tightly around Dustin’s already bound wrists and then ran it down and around his ankles and pulled it tight forcing his feet up very close to his hands putting Dustin into a nice restrictive hogtie position. He was totally helpless. Matt then slapped his gloved hand over Dustin’s mouth and held it there for a bit saying “Guess it looks like you shouldn’t have left the door unlocked, huh?” Then he stepped back admiring his work as Dustin began to struggle trying to get free. “Go ahead kid and struggle all you want but you aren’t going anywhere”. After awhile Matt left by the backdoor without Dustin realizing he was gone. When Dustin didn’t see Matt return, he began testing the ropes holding him even more than before but they were very tightly tied and he couldn’t find any knots to work on and regardless of all his struggling the ropes would not give him enough slack to get free. All he could do was lay there and think about what was going to happen when Rick got home soon. Damn, that was not going to be good. He began struggling all the more but made absolutely no headway against his bonds.
I ran into Matt on his way out and he told me the stage was set for me to take it from there. I entered the unlocked front door yelling out “Dustin you left the damn door unlocked, AGAIN!” Then I raced upstairs totaling ignoring Dustin who was struggling after he managed to fall off the sofa where Matt said he would leave him. “Dustin, where are you?” I yelled coming back downstairs and he let out a muffled cry. I went over to him saying “Well, look what happened.” “You left the door unlocked, again, didn’t you?”. “Looks like somebody took advantage of it too, as I see some stuff is missing”. I wanted to really play this up. I leaned down and removed the tight gag and he began begging to be untied. “Please untie me Rick”.
I thought to myself and before untying the first knot I decided to have some “fun” with his present situation. I XXXX the gag back in his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head ignoring his muffled cries. “I think you need to be taught a lesson just to make sure you NEVER forget to lock the door again.” Dustin and I were just roommates but I thought he looked very HOT all tied up and helpless like he was there on the floor. “Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrrppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh”! Was all he could manage to utter.
I had seen photos of guys tied up on the internet and had found some of them mildly arousing but to see it up close and live caused a whole new sensation. I wanted to “have my way” with this bound guy. I began to stroke and touch him. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to gently play with his nips. Then my hand would wonder down to his crotch where I discovered that he had a hardon! “WOW; what do we have here?”. “It looks as if someone else is enjoying this besides me”. The sounds of Mmmmmmmmppphing were now becoming moans of pleasure as I continued playing with Dustin’s erect nips and cock.
I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out and licked it a bit to tease him even more before I finally took it in my mouth and sucked him. His moans of pleasure increased as I continued to suck his hard cock. Then I stopped and stuffed it back in his pants. Moving toward his head I began to slowly unzip my pants and with a wink I said...”Now it’s your turn” as I slowly removed the tight cloth gag from his mouth. Dustin looked at me and simply said...”Welcome Home” and then opened his mouth wide...
The End Dustin played by Sammy
Matt played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2009  

Date of Production: 04/25/2009

The Telephone Repairman by Kirk

20 photos; 4:19 video

            “Hey, thanks for the beer!”  Mitch was at the end of his long day before the Labor Day weekend.  He got the dial tone back.  “Thanks man.  Needed my dial-up to get back on line,” the customer said.  “You know we have DSL, it’s faster!”  “Yeah, but budget man.  Besides, I don’t mind going slow.”  The customer opened his web browser:  his home page came up, www.boundguys.com.  The customer turn beat red – Mitch was smiling.  “So you into bondage, tie up stuff.”  The customer, red-faced, replied, “Yeah, since I was a kid.  Love to watch guys tied up and struggle to get free.  And boundguys is the best site on the web for it!”  “I know,” Mitch said, “I have been with them since their first day!”  The customer laughed his head off.  “Wow, this is freaky.  Hey, can I tie you up sometime?”  “Sure, why not now!”  “Awesome.  I have some rope I use to tie myself up with.  Let me get it.”             He went upstairs.  Mitch was struggling like a pig.  He realized he was fuckin XXXX.  Helpless - he waited.  He heard a speaker phone turn on as the customer began to call his tie up buddies.  “Fuckin dial tone,” Mitch mumbled. 

Model: Mitch
Photography by Caitiff