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My boyfriend Dick has an "alter ego". He thinks he is the "Lone Ranger" He wear's his mask and hat and boots every minute he can. Staring at himself in his dresser mirror and wanking off . Now I don't mind that except he leaves his Cum where ever it lands. It dries and I have to clean his Cum up.
Also, Dick begs me to dress up as Tonto. He bought me a Head Dress, Moccasins, Leather loin cloth to complete my "Look" I thought I would change things around tonight as a "Joke" on Dick and painted war paint on my face. I he a tomahawk and white rope. I was set to give "the Lone Ranger" a new adventure.
As Dick/Lone wink. was drooling at himself in his mirror I appeared, yelling " The Lone Ranger is my captive, do as I say and you won't be harmed" I have Dick/Lone lay down and proceeded to tie him up. Wrapping rope around this masked , booted man with a black hat on made my Dick rock hard. I started dripping pre-cum into my Leather loin cloth.
I needed to see this visual, Dick/Lone's hat fell off and I admired my roommates buzz cut. Dick was a Marine and he kept his military appearance when not dressed as "The Ranger" I screamed that I might have to "Scalp Him" if he did not follow orders. I spanked his perfect naked butt several times. "Please Tonto don't, I thought we were friends" Dick said. "Tonto has had enough of your bullshit" "I am through cleaning up your dried Cum, Understand?" He nodded, Yes. His gag now secure, I proceeded to take my Dick out from under my cloth and Toss Myself Off onto his Black Booted Feet. My cum hitting the white rope.
Dick/Lone did not have a hard cock. I guess he was to mortified that I caught him in his self-worship ACT. I threatened to shave him completely, even his eyebrows if he did not obey my rules from now on. "Tonto was now running This Show, Not the Fucking Lone Ranger. Get IT" I screamed and kicked his boots several times. " MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFLLLLUUZZZEEEEE" I heard from beneath his gagged mouth. Tears of fear in his eyes, I took my Dick and pissed on his boots, the piss getting on him and the floor. This gave me great pleasure.
I Waved my instrument of XXXX at him telling him I was leaving to bring back many "Braves", then we would use him as we would our "Squaws", I left and closed the door leaving it open just a crack, enough for me to peek in. "NNOOOOOPPPLLLEZZZZ" I heard as I left. Then Dick/Lone started fighting the ropes using his hand to undone his tied booted ankles. He squirmed around the floor and I found my Dick getting hard all over again. 15 Minutes went by and he was really loosening his bondage. "What a Trooper", I thought smiling to myself.
I washed the paint off my face, and redressed in my levi's 501's and Dehner Boots, over the calf nylon black Men's sheer socks. Leather vest, Tight black nylon tee-shirt, Jock strap. XXXX on his bedroom door saying " Hi Dick just got home, need any help?" I pushed opened the door just as he had undid the rope from his black boots. "What the Fuck happened to you?" I laughed. "Let me help you" I picked him up and guided him over to the bed. I flung him face down, replace his black hat. Spread his booted legs. Spit on my Dick that I just pulled out of my 501's . Place a condom on my 9 incher. "Now Lone Ranger, SIR, You are about to be Spit Fucked, something I should have done a very long time ago. I mounted "the Ranger" Who bucked liked his horse Sliver. As I came I yelled. "HIGH HO SILVER, AWAY". I had wanked him off as I fucked him. Got up and walked out of the room.
The next day Dick gave me a pair of silver spurs and a badge and said " Could we play "The Lone Ranger meets the Sheriff??" I smiled and nodded, " You got a fucking Date"
The End
Dick the Lone Ranger played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004
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Model: Mark Wolfe
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/07/2003
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ModelL Connor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/29/2010
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Model: Troy
Model: Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/26/2004
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The Victim played by Dean
The Bad Guy played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/03/2017
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The Guard played by Rick
The Bad Guy played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of 01/03/2017
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"The Cat"..that's what some of my more disreputable friends had beXXXX to call me.
Sure, I'd been in the straight world for years, but then I got hit by the downsizing express, and decided to supplement my meager unemployment check with a few break-ins now and then. Hey, a gold watch here, a laptop there...helps pay the rent and keep me in beer and cigarettes. I'm pretty good, too....I always case the joint out and sneak in when I know nobody's around.
I had this one house set up..I knew the owners were on vacation for two weeks.. I have my sources. It was easy to crack the sliding glass door...funny, the air conditioning was on. I made my way upstairs, and heard a soft buzzing sound. Shit! Someone was here, XXXX! I reached for my hidden object (hell, it's small but gets the job done) and clicked on the bedroom light. I saw a guy stretched out..his chest bare but wearing an ugly pair of flannel pajama bottoms with polar bears romping all over them!
Those pajamas offended my refined sense of taste, so I decided the stud would have to pay!
"Wake up!" I growled, and the dude, who must have been a light XXXXer, popped his eyes open.
"What the...." he gasped. I had my hand clamped firmly over his mouth.
"Shut up and you won't get hurt," I ordered, in my best B-gangster movie voice. "Put your hands together!" I reached into my backpack for some rope as the bewildered house guest complied, crossing his wrists in his lap.
"Who are you?" I demanded, while roping his wrists tightly together. "This place was supposed to be empty!"
"It's my brother's house...I'm just house-sitting," he replied. There was a nice combination of defiance and fear in his voice as he answered my questions.
"Well, that's tough, buddy. My rent's due so I need a few goodies to hock." He glared at me as I pulled off his white sweat socks and began tying his ankles and feet. He grunted as I pulled the knots tight.
"Hey! Not so tight!!" He was a good looking stud, there was no denying, and as usual, I was getting turned on as I tied him up.
I glanced down at the bedside and spotted a pair of discarded black over-the calf socks. I reached down and grabbed one, and stretched it out.
My victim tried to pull away as I approached him with the sock gag.
"Please, you don't have to...GGUMMPPPHH!!", was all he got out as I stuffed the sock in and tied it tightly at the back of his neck.
Realizing that he'd be able to reach the gag with his hands tied in front, I quickly added some more rope, binding his wrists to his ankles in a front hog tie. He moaned again as the ropes kept him in a pulled-up position, and I just couldn't resist. I reached down and stroked his firm ass through the pajama bottoms. I could feel the thin straps of a jock or thong under the flannel, and knew I'd have to check it out further. I gave his sexy bound feet a quick tickle, waved the XXXX at him and warned him to keep still while I checked for some hot stuff in the other rooms. He nodded his head in agreement, glaring at me. Damn, he looked hot trussed up like a turkey in white rope, the black gag cleaving his sexy mouth.
I ripped off a few trinkets, and yanked the DVD player out of the wall. Not a big haul, but it would keep me going for a couple of days. Maybe I could get something else....I returned to the bedroom where Mr. PJ lay still bound and compliant and gagged into enXXXX silence.
"MMmmpphh!!", he moaned, as I came towards him, my hand pulling at the waistband of his tacky pajamas. My hand brushed against a hard bulge in the loose flannel.
Who says crime doesn't pay????
The End
The Victim played by Roy
Photography by Caitiff
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“Fuck, I’m all tied up!” Matt yelled. He was quickly silenced by the barrel of something shoved between his teeth.
“So, tough guy, you were sent to SILENCE ME? Hope you like being gagged!”
Matt was still groggy. He did not protest as a ball gag was shoved into his mouth and clasped behind his head. “Must get some things for our Mafioso here.” Matt was left alone.
“I am fucked!” he thought to himself as he waited. A cold blooded killer, Matt was hired by the Gambino boss to neutralize his victim. He had scoped out the place, or at least he figured he did. Climbing into the window was easy enough – except --- ‘what a fuckin ass’ – he went through the wrong one – and ended up with a bat across his back of his head.
He checked his ropes. His wrists were tied behind his back, his legs bound at his ankles and thighs. The guy was good. Little ropes applied tightly and knotted away from his fingers. He mind was racing. “This bastard will kill me for sure now that he knows what my plan was.” Matt panicked. He tried to get his tied hands under his butt but it was impossible. He began to rotate his hands in the ropes, only finding out that the cords became a saw slicing his wrists. He landed on his belly and tried to roll to the window – but to no avail. His captor returned carrying a sack.
Matt watched him slowly unpack the items ---- it seemed like plastic rope, a lighter and tape. “You like being tied up little bastard?” Matt just moaned in the ball gag. “Seems like I will have to teach you a lesson. Brace yourself for a full roping!”
Matt began to buck as his captor took a roll of wide “Gorilla tape.” “The strongest tape in the world they say.” Matt tried kicking but quickly his head was mummified with the tape, blinding his eyes and making any gag sound impossible. Ear plugs were put into his ears and taped in place. Now deaf, blind and gagged the first rope was applied his elbows behind his back. Matt exhaled loudly was his arms were contorted behind his back as his wrists touched. His body jerked as he felt a flame, against the rope, melting the knot that lashed his elbows together, Then his upper arms were lashed to his sides and his wrists fixed firmly into the small of his back. Each knot melted. Matt was sweating profusely – he could feel his undershirt heavy with sweat as his was pushed onto his belly on the floor. The Gorilla tape was taped around his forearms, from elbows to wrists, and the binding on his wrists were circled with it, ripping out his forearm hairs. He locked his legs to prevent him from being hogtied, but the captor kept pounding the back of his thighs until he released the lock. Matt felt his hair pulled back, and his ankles were hogtied to his wrists. Matt realized how helpless he was – and if he struggled it seemed to the ropes only tightened.
Now, we plan to make a special delivery.
Blind as he was, Matt realized there were some others in the room. He felt hands lifting him up, and his hogtied body was put into a large sack and tied off. Carried to the garage, he was dumped like a sack of potatoes, into the trunk of a car.
The car drove for what seemed like an eternity for the tied up 21 year old. When it stopped, the trunk popped. Matt felt the cold rain soaking the sack and him as he was dumped hard on concrete.
He struggled for hours until he heard voices.
A knife was cutting the sack away. The tape was pulled from his eyes.
“Cops! Fuckin cops”
“No need to cuff him. Leave him as he is!”
Matt was dumped into the back of the police car and Mr. Gambino was arrested. Matt kept banging his gagged head on the seat – mumbling something about a ‘wrong window.”
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The Football Cub played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/11/2016
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Model: Patrick
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/27/2016
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What the hell was going on here? One moment I was feeling really good and stripping off my uni after a great game. The next moment some fool had come up behind me and slipped the pouch of a jockstrap down over my nose and mouth. “Grrr! Who’s the fucking asshole?” I growled even while I realized that somebody had stuffed a damp sweat sock inside of that jock pouch and now the damp cotton of that sock was all clinging to my face. My stomach rolled over at the thought of somebody else’s smelly sock touching my face and then I began to smell this strange sweetness on the damp sock. What was that stuff? The next thing I knew there were all kinds of strange colors dancing around in front of my face and I was starting to feel awfully dizzy. I tried to reach up with my hands to claw the damp sock jock off of my face, but to my surprise my arms wouldn’t even move. They just lay there like they were aXXXX or something. This wasn’t right! And then what I could see of the locker room around the jock covering my face began to spin all around and around and everything was getting darker and darker. Then everything went black and it stayed black even after I opened my eyes again. That really scared me. Was I awake or was I dreaming? And then some of the sensation began to return to my XXXX body and I could feel some kind of cloth tied tightly over my eyes. A blindfold! Who blindfolded me? And then I began to feel the ropes. They were tied all around my chest and my arms and holding my hands tightly together behind me. “Mmmhatmargoogooinggome?” I growled half in fear and half in desperation, but my words came out all wrong because now I could feel a thick band of cloth tied between my spread teeth which was trapping my tongue down in the bottom of my mouth so that I couldn’t use it. My fear gave me strength and I managed to get back up on my feet and looked around with my blindfolded eyes. Where was I? Who had done this to me? I couldn’t see anything and I couldn’t hear anything and that was really scaring me. Then another wave of dizziness washed over me from the XXXX they gave me and I felt my wobbly legs lowering me back down onto my knees. And then I heard footsteps. There were footsteps coming toward me. “Mmmelp! Mmelp mmeee!” I pleaded into the choking cloth. The footsteps came really close. Then I could feel someone standing right behind me. And then I could feel somebody’s hands on my head, taking possession of me in the dark, and a little voice deep inside me whimpered “Please don’t hurt me!” Then I felt harsh fingers spreading over my eyes and clawing against my skin and I think I cried out a little before those fingers pulled the tight band of cloth off of my eyes and let me see again. “Hello Bjork the Pork. Fancy finding you here,” a familiar voice laughed. At first the bright lights hurt my eyes and it took a few moments before I could see anything. Then I looked up to see Danny Four Eyes standing over me with a pleased smirk on his face. “I’m glad you arrived in time for our little party,” the little Geek grinned at me. What party? What was Danny Four Eyes talking about? “Oh come on, Bjork,” he chided me. “Did you really think stocking masks would prevent us from finding out who raided Geek Territory the other night? We know all of you now. We Geeks, we’re really good at finding out things. And we Geeks are really pissed off after all of the damage you and your jock-buddies did to our rooms and our computers and everything. And we Geeks know that you Bjork were the ring-leader who planned the whole thing so you’re going to be the first one we pay back. “Mmmmhatmormonnagoo?” Bjork was really scared now. Geeks were smart. There was no telling what kind of pay-back they might come up with. “We’re going to have a little Hair Party for you Bjork,” Danny Four Eyes purred as he ran his fingers lightly over the patches of hair on my chest. “You know, hair today, gone tomorrow. We’re going to shave you just as clean as a newborn baby – and I do mean everywhere,” Danny Four Eyes actually laughed at me. “Mmmooman’tgooghat!” I began to struggle to get my feet under me, but the next thing I knew Danny Four Eyes was holding a damp handkerchief over my nose. The XXXX cloth smelled just like that sweet-smelling sock from before. I tried to twist my face away, but Danny Four Eyes surprised me with how strong he was as he kept that damp cloth pressed against my face until those strange dizzying fumes began rushing into my nose again. “Don’t worry,” Danny Four Eyes purred into my ear. “I’m not going to put you XXXX this time. I just want to relax and take some nice deep breaths. That’s right, now just a couple more to calm you down. Good boy.” I tried not to breathe any of the XXXX stuff, but before I knew it my whole body was starting to feel really relaxed, and there were those strange colors dancing in front of my eyes again, and there was nothing I could do to stop Danny Four Eyes from tying my knees and my ankles really close together with tight ropes. “There, now you won’t be tempted to try and run away. That would spoil our little party. Now I want you to just lie here quietly while I make a few calls to my fellow Geeks. I’m sure that they will all want to be in on this.” Then Danny Four Eyes walked away and left me all alone. Desperation and fear filled my head and shook my body. I had to get out of here! Little by little the chemical haze began to leave my body and I could feel the strength returning to my arms and legs. But then I discovered what a clever little Geek Danny Four Eyes was. No matter how much I struggled and growled and rolled around on the floor, his clever knots wouldn’t let me go. Instead those tight ropes held me tighter and tighter like one of those hugging snakes and the drool-soaked cloth in my mouth swelled up bigger and bigger until I could hardly breathe around it. And then I heard the door open and squirmed around to see – Danny Four Eyes and a whole bunch of his Geek friends were coming toward me. And every single Geek was holding clippers and shaving cream and scissors and razors...! Fear shook my body and I begged and pleaded into my soggy gag for them to please not do this to me, but they couldn’t hear me. They were all too busy laughing and giggling while they stripped my helpless body down to prepare me for their Geek’s Revenge. THE END The Taken Jock played by Mike Photography by Caitiff
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When Dennis applied for the job as a security guard, he had been led to believe the hardest thing about it was staying awake. Dennis didn't like the hours, eight at night until six in the morning and he really didn't like that he was all by himself all night but his new boss had assured him that all he was guarding was some old files that the company stored in the building. Dennis was just to make sure the building didn't catch on fire or anything. It wasn't like anybody was going to be breaking in to steal old tax returns or receipts. Dennis hadn't even been issued a concealed item. But he did need the money and it certainly did seem unlikely that he would ever have to be stopping any burglars. So on his first night, Dennis passed the time listening to the radio and doing rounds every thirty minutes of so. All alone in the building was a little creepy but Dennis concentrated on his work. He did wish that the building had had security cameras but apparently the owners were so unconcerned about security that they had decided not to bother with the expense. That should have been Dennis' first clue. At eleven thirty Dennis started another of his rounds. Everything seemed normal. Except for a window that someone had left open. Dennis closed it without a thought. That should have been Dennis' second clue. The third clue was the trio of men in ski masks who greeted Dennis as he walked into to check one of the offices in the basement. "What the...?" Was all Dennis could get out before he was roughly grabbed by two of the men. The third held his concealed item on Dennis. "Do as we say and you get to live through this! Turn around now!" the an with the concealed item, the apparent leader, ordered. Dennis didn't have much choice. Dennis was a big guy, he had played football in college and unlike a lot of other guys, hadn't let his body go. But being a big muscular guy didn't mean much against a concealed item. Dennis was led to a storage closet and shoved against a door. His hands were then pulled behind him and his hands tied tightly with rope. "All, right. Now we just need to keep you out of the way while we make a little visit to the bank. Put him in the closet!" Dennis didn't know what the lead burglar was talking about. the closest bank was several blocks away. But he never got a chance to ask about it. A filthy black rag was shoved between his lips and tied tightly behind his head. "Mmmmpph!" was all Dennis could say as he was shoved into the closet. "Relax", one of the men said before he went to join his friends, " Think of this as a break on company time." The closet door was left open, undoubtedly so the burglars could keep an eye on their captive. Bound and gagged, Dennis could only shift around to get more comfortable. The burglars seemed to be busy with some kind of equipment though, so every time their backs were turned, Dennis twisted and struggled, trying to break free of his bonds. Unfortunately, the rope was securely tied. The men took out a jack hammer and suddenly the room was filled by a cacophony. Slowly the wall of the basement was ripped apart, revealing another opening on the other side! "Bet you didn't even know that was there, did you?" The lead burglar asked Dennis. Since he was gagged, Dennis didn't bother replying. The man continued, "Back in the thirties the city tried to construct a subway but they ran out of money so they simply sealed up the tunnels and built over them. Then the records got lost. This tunnel goes clear across town and no one even knows about it but us. All we had to do was find a nice easy place to break into it. Lucky for us, your employers weren't too concerned about security." The men made to enter the tunnel, undoubtedly to break into the bank. To ensure that Dennis didn't get away, they tied his legs together at his ankles. They then left through the tunnel. Dennis knew he had to get free. The burglars may have been content to leave him bound and gagged for now but who knew what would happen when they returned. With every muscle he had, Dennis struggled against the ropes. He tried expanding his chest against the ropes around his body and shifting his legs back and forth but to no effect. He also desperately searched for the knots on the ropes binding his wrists with his fingertips. Unfortunately, he could only find one and no matter how hard he tried, Dennis couldn't undo it. It didn't help that his hands were growing numb and his arms beginning to cramp. After several hours, all Dennis could do was roll around on the floor in the vain hope that he could somehow reach a phone and call for help. In the end, all of Dennis' struggles were in vain. When the men returned hours later, Dennis was no closer to freedom then when they had left. He was only much more sore. "Been trying to get loose?" The lead burglar asked as he stood over Dennis' bound and helpless body on the floor. If Dennis had been uncomfortable before, he was even more so after he was hog tied. What little movement he had had before was gone as he was constrained into a tight little ball on the closet floor. The burglars made to leave. While his partners packed up their jack hammer and loot, the leader stood watch over Dennis. He seemed to like watching as the security guard squirmed on the floor, making faint grunting noises through his gag. Finally the men were ready to go. " Guess it's time to go. But first, I'd better take care of you." Dennis didn't like the way the burglar said "take care of" and his heart jumped into his throat as the burglar reached into his jacket, apparently for his concealed item. However, instead the thief pulled out a large stack of cash. He then bent down and reached into the front of Dennis' pants! After a lot more touching then was probably required, the thief deposited the stolen loot in the front of Dennis' underwear, wedged into his crotch. "For your trouble" and then the lead burglar walked away, closing the closet door behind him. Dennis didn't know what to make of that but he figured he would much rather be tied up and XXXX by another guy then tied up and shot. Dennis counted his blessings. Again, Dennis spent his time rolling and squirming on the floor though not to try to get loose. He had given up on that. But the ropes bit into his flesh and his muscles were cramping. Not to mention, the wad of cash was chafing his private parts. Even the gag was biting into his mouth. Dennis knew when it was six in the morning because he heard the people coming into the building through the ventilation ducts. He even heard his boss asking if anybody had seen Dennis anywhere. "Mmmmmm! Mmmm mmaaa mfffaaaa!" Dennis tried moaning out but while he could hear everybody upstairs, no one could hear him in the basement with the ventilation going. It wasn't until the people who worked in the basement came into work and saw the gaping hole in the wall that any one knew something was up. With what was left of his strength, Dennis rolled to the door. After a lot of moaning and thumping around he finally managed to get their attention. After several minutes of trying to find a knife to cut the ropes which were to tight to be untied, Dennis finally was free. As he stretched, one of the other workers noticed the large bulge the money stuck in his crotch made. "At least you enjoyed yourself a little." she joked. Dennis left his job after that. Though he did keep the money. The End Dennis played by Tony Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/05/2002
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Date created 12/03/2016 Model: DADDYboy Badguy: Slade
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Tim really liked his new job as a surgical aide at the hospital even though Nurse Barbwire was a slave driver and Tim really hated the hospital’s no smoking policy which meant that he had to find a quiet out of the way place every time he wanted a cigarette. Tim smiled as he opened the door to an unused office area and slipped inside. Nobody would think to look for him in here. Tim was already reaching for his cigarettes and lighter when he looked up to see two men in the office. One of the men was holding a bag full of hospital supplies and drugs and the other man was holding a concealed item! “Oh my Gosh!” Tim gasped silently. Then Tim tried to back out of the office as quietly as he came in, but then the two men saw him. “Com’ ere Bright Eyes.” The man with the concealed item pointed it right at Tim. Tim got a real tight feeling in his throat and his legs started to tremble as he walked slowly toward the two men. “Listen, I just wanted a smoke, and I didn't see anything, and—“ The other man’s big hand clamped tightly over Tim’s mouth. “What're we going to do with him?” “I've got my silencer. We could do him right here and nobody would hear nothing.” “No, that sounds too messy. And he’s too big to smuggle out to the car,” the other man said while his big fingers massaged Tim’s cheeks. “Just how smart are you boy?” Tim made muffled noises into the palm of the man’s big hand. Then the man took his hand off of Tim’s mouth and pinched the aide’s chin between his fingers. “What'd you say?” “I…I didn't see anything. Honest…!” Tim gasped in a whisper. “Gimme your hands!” The other man continued you pinch Tim’s chin between his fingers until there were tears in Tim’s eyes while the man behind him pulled Tim’s arms back and then Tim felt sticky tape being wrapped and wrapped around his wrists until his hands were being held tightly together. “Down on your knees, Bright Eyes,” the Man with the pistol let go of Tim’s chin. All of the strength went out of Tim’s body as he sank down onto his knees. And then his eyes got really big and his skin started to crawl as he saw that the other man was going to put that dirty tape all over his mouth. Tim didn't like it, but he was too scared to resist as that tape was wound around and around his face until he lips were tightly sealed. Then Tim dared to look up from where he was kneeling on the floor and listened while the two men talked in low voices. “It’s almost two o'clock. That other guy will be waiting with the stuff.” “All right, we'll give Bright Eyes some more of that tape and then leave him here until we get back.” The two men came at Tim again with the tape and pushed him down on the floor. “They were going to leave him alone. Maybe he could escape,” Tim thought even while the two man-handled his body roughly and wrapped more and more of the tape tightly around his body. And soon Tim regretted that he wasn't wearing anything under his scrub suit and there was nothing between their rough hands and his tender body except the thin layer of cloth. And pretty soon after that Tim realized that he now had so much of that tape wound around him that the scrub suit had become part of his body as it held him tightly everywhere. “Remember Bright Eyes, stay smart and stay quiet. We’ll be back.” The two men slipped quietly out of the office with their loot. “They'll be back!” Tim’s panicked mind thought again and again. And he didn't want to be here when they came back. But no matter how much Tim struggled and rolled around on the floor and grunted and groaned behind his taped-over lips, he couldn't find any way to escape from his taped scrub suit or the deserted office where he was a prisoner. Then the door opened and the two men came back in, now carrying two bags full of stolen stuff. “Hi Bright Eyes, been getting your exercise.” “We can't leave him out in the open like this,” the other man growled. “Somebody might see him.” “We can stash him in here.” The other man decided. Tim craned his head around and saw that the second man was holding open the door to a small closet. Oh no! Tim hated small places! So Tim tried his best to beg the two men not to put him in there, but the two men just laughed and ignored is muffled whimpers. Then the bigger of the two men grabbed Tim by the collar of his scrub suit and dragged his bound body across the floor toward the open door. Then both men man-handled Tim’s trussed body as they stuffed him inside the closet and then closed the door. And the last thing Tim heard for a very long time was their muffled laughter as they walked away and left him in there all alone. Tim looked around at the small space and the walls all started to close in around him. And then his bound body began to complain about the cramped position that he was sitting in, but there was nothing Tim could do about that. There was no room for him to move, and pretty soon there was no room for him to breathe, and then tears began to well up in Tim’s eyes as he began to wonder what would happen to him if no one found him in here for a very long time. Then Tim heard footsteps coming toward him. Oh no, they were coming back! They'd changed their minds about letting him live. They were coming back to— The door to the closet opened and Tim blinked his eyes at the sudden bright lights. And then he looked up to see – The very unfriendly face of Nurse Barbwire. “Well Tim, what do you think you're doing, hiding in that closet?” THE END Tim played by Danny Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 7/15/2000
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My name is Todd and I have just come back from Africa. While there I visited a tribe in the Congo who have perfected a dart that induces XXXX for several minutes. The idea, I was told was not to harm the "Target" just render him harmless. You place the dart in your hand and as the "Target" shakes you hand he is injected with the serum. I intended to test this out by having my former college professor come over for a visit under the guise that I have hired him as my secretary to help with a book I had written on my travels. I found out that he took "part time" positions to help students with their writing problems. You see, it is now PAYBACK time for my Arsehole Professor. He gave me a D for a term paper I wrote on Human Sexuality. I knew he was a "gay Hating" Prick. I intend to find out if his Dick feels the same way. The door bell has just sounded, let my game begin. I quickly opened the door extending my hand. Professor Stone took my hand and began to shake it. I could see the look of recognition in his eyes just before he closed them and sank to the floor. I smiled . He looked so very HOT in his expensive power suit and shoes. I have been going to the Gym for years and at 6ft 4 inches, 220 lbs. had no trouble lifting his suited body off the floor and tossing him over my left shoulder on our small journey to my sofa. I dumped him face down on the sofa, his glasses staying on his XXXX face, I laughed. I had my multicolored ropes and purple gag, red duct tape on the floor next to a chair he was heading for next. I look at his red silk tie and grinned as the red duct tape that was heading for his nasty foul speaking mouth. I fashion statement, I mused. Especially when I print and send those picture's and videos of him all the the Net and the School web site. hahaha I picked him up like a suited rag doll and carried him over to the chair. parking his suited arse I began my process of getting him "BOUND AND GAGGED" Rope around his wrists and just above his elbows. Tape around his ankles over his trousers as not to damage the silk black socks he always wore. A purple dirty bandana with my dried cum in it I stuffed into his mouth. and red tape over it tight, real tight. He was waking up now. Eyes wide with fright. MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF. Relax Prof. Remember me, Prick.? I'm the student you failed 3 years ago. He shook his head no . GGGRRMPPPPPPFFF. hahaha I found this a riot and laughed in his face. The different colored ropes looked very festive. Like he was going to a party of sorts. I stood him up and with a edge in my left hand ordered him NOT TO FUCKING MOVE. He nodded yes. I unzipped his suited fly and pulled out his Dick which was not hard. I tied a rope around his Nut Sack. I could jerk it hard if he started to piss me off. . I pulled on the rope and made him hop over the my sofa. "Sit the Fuck Down" I ordered, he did as told. I then grabbed the heels of his shoes and stretched him full length . I attached the rope around his Dick to a pulley I had rigged up on the ceiling. His Dick was getting hard. I spit in my right palm and proceeded to Milk My Prof. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I told him that if he mentioned to to the COPS I would find him and "Cut off his Nuts". He squirmed and shook and my right hand moved faster along his Rock Hard Dick. His head jerked side to side as he shot a five spar load. His Cum hitting his shirt and taped chin. "Very Good, Prof. I will give you an A for Cumming" I said. My Cock was dripping pre-cum inside my levi's 501. My silk boxers were sticking to the denim. I unbuttoned and pulled out my Cock. Grabbing a Condom, I quickly put my 9 inches into it. I rolled the Prof. over on the stomach bent over and undid his leather belt, pulling his zipper down. MMMPPPPPPPPFFF. came out of the taped mouth. "I'm gonna take your straight cherry-hole, DRY! no lube. I want you to remember this for a long time. So, with just a bit of my spit on the tip I climbed aboard. He bucked and kicked as I inserted the tip of my COCK, The shout that came from his mouth mouth made me harder. I XXXX the full length of my Cock into his Cherry-hole. Reaching the base I pumped like a fucking wild man. I shot while holding his suited body. What a Trip. I then injected the Prof. with another dart. He was asleep in a moment. I stood up, undid all the rope's and tape binding him. I then stripped him Naked, except for his silk black over the calf socks upon which I emptied my Cum filled condom on. I carried his arse to my van. Re- Taped him/gagging him and I am now going to dump his now fucked arse in front of the Football Jock Frat House. On my cell phone I called the Frat House. When the phone answered I said. " Hey, Dude, There is a bound and gagged Professor on your front lawn the needs fucking and he will service all you men with oral sex." I drove home with a big smile on my Puss. The End Professor Stone played by Todd Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/26/2006
35 photos
You may call me The Specialist since that is what my employers call me. I work for a very private research firm that does not seek any publicity. Let us just say that they do research and development in areas that most people are better off not knowing about. My own particular vocation lies in the area of obtaining the laboratory subjects required to further my firm’s research in certain biological areas. Today’s subject is Erik Diek, a physical education instructor at a local health club who is unaware that he is about to undergo a career change. See him now thumbing through the nicely illustrated little brochure we sent him. The contents of the brochure are unimportant, but each page has been treated with a special chemical that is absorbed through the skin. Once absorbed, this chemical has the ability to make the subject “more manageable” shall we say. Yes, you can see it working now. First he will feel a little drowsy, and then his body will begin to weaken, and then he will fall into a pleasant insensitive XXXX. The XXXX will last only a short time, but the weakness will persist long after he wakes up. Time for me to get to work now. After dealing with many such subjects, I know that he will not be receptive to this career change at first. In fact some of my subjects react quite violently so, over a period of time, I have developed this special means of binding them securely without actually hurting them or damaging them in any way. Oh, see he is starting to wake up now. This is the tricky part. We don’t want him to alert the neighbors, do we? “That’s right, Mister Diek, open wide now.” “What--? Who--? Let go of—Mmmph…!” “There, that’s better, now we'll just fasten it like this.” Erik Diek thought that he was having a nightmare. All of a sudden he was discovering that his body was all bound up, there was a strange man in dark glasses standing over him, and now this big sponge rubber ball was being shoved deep into his mouth. Erik tried to squeal into the big rubbery gag and he tried to struggle against the cords that were bound all over his body, but now he felt so weak and strange. His body felt like he was under water and when he tried to move his arms and legs it felt like they were moving in slow motion and being held back by the water that was all around him. Erik began to panic and squeal and he thrust his tongue against the soft rubber intruder, trying to push it out of his mouth, but all of a sudden the dark intruder’s hand was clamped over his mouth and a cold whisper came into his ear. “Now, now Mister Diek, don’t try to spit out your gag. If you do, I have much more permanent ways of keeping you quiet.” The cold whisper sent a cold shiver down Erik’s back. What did this man want? “That’s better, now lie still. There are a few things I need to check out.” Erik looked up to see his own frightened face in the reflection of the intruder’s dark glasses. And then he watched as the intruder’s big hands descended onto his chest. Erik gasped and tried to turn his body away, but his body was in no condition to resist as those big impersonal hands ripped his shirt to shreds and exposed the matching silver nipple rings that Erik was wearing. “Nice jewelry, do you have any more,” the strange intruder chuckled. Erik squeezed his legs together and began praying that the intruder wouldn't rip his shorts off, too. There was no telling what this man would do if he found the third piece of Erik’s matching silver rings. Suddenly, the intruder’s big hands closed over Erik’s pecks and squeezed hard. “Mmmiiike! Mmmop! Mmop, mease!” Erik squealed into the juicy ball. “You can feel that?” Erik nodded his head and splashed tears down over his cheeks. “Interesting. Most of my subjects have been quite insensitive to pain at this point. Oh well, one more thing for the lab boys to check out.” “Lab, what lab…?” Erik’s dazed brain was working so sluggishly. “No matter, I will just have to give you something pleasant to smell to calm you down before we start your IV. By that time your transportation will be here.” Erik watched with wide disbelieving eyes while The Specialist took out what looked like a bird’s nest of cotton and gauze and began dripping some liquid from a small bottle onto it. Erik shook his head from side to side and swallowed the drool that was building up in his mouth while he watched that sweet-smelling bird’s nest coming closer and closer to his face. This had to be a nightmare, it just had to be! “Tell me, Mister Diek, have you ever considered a career in laboratory research?” Erik Diek screamed and screamed into the spongy ball as the damp cotton nest settled over his face and fogged up his eyes with the power of its sickly sweet fumes, but no one could hear him, no one at all. THE END Eric Diek played by Brett Photography by The Darkroom Date of Production: 1/29/2000
30 photos; 3:05 video
Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotton
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/11/2024
Tags: gagging, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hand gag, cleave gag, twink
30 photos; 4:59 video
Model: Kris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/12/2024
Tags: chair tie, twink, bad guy, cleave gag, socks, grope
30 photos; 3:37 video
Model: Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date Production: 07/0/2024
Tags: spread eagle, bare foot, stroke, fondled, grope, military, uniform, exposed, stuff gag, otm gag, blindfold
24 photos; 3:25 video
Model: Dmitri
Photography by Marco Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/17/2023
tahs: strip, nude, exposed, cleave gag, outdoors
15 photos; 4:42 video
Hero played by Gustavo
Photography by MArco Grieco
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Date of Production: 09/08/2023
Tags: superhro, stripped, chain, tape gag, spandex
33 photos; 4:09 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2024
Tags: cleave gag, outside, outdoors, hopping
18 photos; 3:21 video
Model: Guru
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: cleave gag. socks, twink, shirtless
26 photos; 4:23 video
Model: Adam
Phography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: twink, shirtless, hog tie, bare foot, cleave gag, underwear