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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."

The end

Sammy played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/16/2006
Hard to Refuse by Soft Touch

20 photos

            Terry blinked his eyes at the morning sun as he walked across the employee parking lot. The bright sun hurt his eyes and made him feel even more tired after working sixteen long hours in the hospital. All Terry wanted to do now was to get back to his apartment and then fall to down on his nice soft bed so poor Terry was already XXXX-walking as he opened the back of his old hatchback and bent over to put his carry-bag inside.
            “Ouch!”
            Suddenly something stung Terry right in his butt. Terry reached back and felt around with his hands until he felt a small feathered dart sticking into his scrub pants. Terry pulled out the dart and looked at it. “Where did this come from?”
            Then both of Terry’s legs felt like they were going to XXXX and the parking lot began to spin all around his head. Strong hands grabbed Terry by his arms and began to push him toward another car.
            The next thing Terry knew he was lying down in a back seat while those hands wrapped him up in ropes, tied a big old bandanna over his eyes, and then wedged a thick roll of bandanna between his lips to stop Terry’s complaining about the harsh treatment he was receiving.
            Terry must have dozed off for awhile after that because the next thing he knew he was on his feet again and being pushed through the blindfolded darkness by those strong hands. And then those hands held him close to a really strong body and warm lips whispered into Terry’s ear.
            “Let’s get this straight. I am the Man and you are the Meat. You give me any trouble and I'm going to chop you down. You got that Meat?”
            Terry moaned into his gag. He wasn't Meat. He was a highly-trained Nurse’s Aide and he had his diploma to show it. But the Man didn't seem to care who or what Terry was as he pushed the young Nurse down onto his knees on the hard floor.
            “Do we understand one another?” the Man growled at Terry.
            Terry moaned into his gag. He didn't know what he was supposed to say.
            “I'm talking to you, Meat!”
            Terry almost screamed as the Man grabbed him roughly and pushed him down onto the floor. Then his strong hands and hard body began attacking Terry’s trembling body in all sorts of ways. Terry flinched and begged into his mouthful of cotton for the Man to stop, but the Man wouldn't stop and with his eyes covered by the bandanna, poor Terry couldn't tell where the next attack on his body was going to be.
            Suddenly the Man ripped the blindfold off of Terry’s eyes, blinding him with the bright lights in the room. And then he jammed his elbow up against Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me when I tell you that I will hurt you if you give me any trouble?”
            Terry whimpered. None of his training had prepared him for this.
            Then the Man’s strong hands closed around Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me?”

            “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.

THE END

Terry played by George

The Man played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/17/2006
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

Date of Production: 11/24/2008
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.

The End

David played by Nick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/07/2008
But I thought by Kurt

26 photos; 5:28 video

Thad was thrilled to get the callback from the new restaurant. Times were tough, and his freshly-minted MBA in finance was getting him nowhere fast. The new Western-themed restaurant was the best offer he'd had since he graduated. Sure, being a waiter dressed up as a cowboy was a far cry from a corner office on Wall Street, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

Thad was to meet Gary, the HR guy, at the Wagon Wheel. When he got there, he was surprised that he was the only applicant there. He had assumed that all the new hires would be there together.

"Hello?" Thad called out, as he stepped into the quiet restaurant. There were some scaffolds and paint cans scattered around, and the booths were all wrapped up in heavy plastic.

"Thad?" a voice said behind him, causing Thad to jump. "Oh, hi, Gary?"

"Yeah", Gary said, extending his hand to Thad. He was a handsome, tall blond guy dressed in tight blue jeans and a white tank top. "Welcome to the Wagon Wheel."

"Thanks," Thad replied, "Am I the only one here so far?"

"Yep," Gary answered. "Head downstairs, you'll find your uniform laid out on a chair. Wanna make sure everything fits right before opening day. There's a locker down there for your clothes. Put on everything you find and I'll be down in a minute."

"OK", Thad said, turning to the staircase that led downstairs.

When Thad reached the basement, he was surprised to see it was nearly empty. The locker and the chair with his uniform were there, and an old blanket on the floor nearby. Thad quickly stripped down to his bikini briefs, and started dressing in the stuff he found on the chair. A pair of jeans fit him perfectly, though the cut was tight. A nice pair of brown cowboy boots, and a black Stetson were also on the chair, along with a white athletic shirt. Thad looked for a Western style shirt to wear over the wifebeater, but there was none there.

"Looking good!" Gary's voice behind him made Thad jump again. He had a funny way of sneaking up behind you.

"Umm, thanks...but I don't see a shirt", Thad said sheepishly. "You're wearing it!" Gary said, a sly smile on his handsome face.

There was a loud noise from upstairs. Gary looked surprised, then said to Thad, "I'll be right back!"

Thad sat down in the chair, waiting for Gary's return. He heard some voices from upstairs, probably delivery men with more restaurant equipment.

A few minutes went by, and Thad heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw Gary's jeans-clad legs, then was shocked to see his face with a hand clamped over his mouth from someone behind him. A third figure followed them. Gary's eyes were wide over the hand that covered his mouth.

Thad's throat froze up and he watched in amazed silence as the 3 men approached. The one handgagging Gary suddenly removed his hand. Gary groaned and slumped to his knees, then sprawled out cold onto the hard floor.

"OK, shithead, if you don't want the same, turn around, put your hands behind your back and keep your trap shut."

Not wanting to be XXXX out, Thad did as he was told. Within seconds, his wrists and arms were tightly tied in white rope. A bandanna was pulled between his teeth as a cleave gag, and knotted tightly behind his neck. Then another bandanna, folded wide, was tied over his mouth. He was roughly pushed onto the old blanket on the floor, and his knees and ankles were quickly tied.

"OK, let's go", one said to the one who had bound and gagged Thad.

"What about this one?", the second one said, gesturing towards Gary.

"We'll be gone before he comes to. Come on!"

The two strangers headed up the stairs, leaving Thad helplessly trussed and gagged and Gary still out cold on the floor.

Thad moaned into the thick cloth gags covering his mouth. He knew the job market was tough, but this was ridiculous!

The End

Thad played by Matt Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/05/2009
Cellmates by HumiliatedGuyz

22 photos

Their first mistake had been to let anyone know they’d stashed a significant amount of cash on the outside. The second had been trusting Trev.

Jim and Lyle were petty crooks, doing time for committing an armed robbery together. Neither blamed the other for getting caught; it was because of a flat tire leading to an upstanding citizen recognizing them from some surveillance footage. Such is life. Luckily, they hid the money before their capture.

This was a story they had, in retrospect foolishly, told their buddy Trev in the yard one day.

“You mean to tell me that there are four million dollars out there waiting for you two to get out?” Trey asked incredulously.

They nodded, grinning.

Trey looked at them for a moment and then told them of a plan he was formulating.

The three of them talked for about two more weeks. Trev finally convinced them that he was on the up and up. The plan was daring, but if they pulled it off - they’d all be free to escape the country with their money. It was either that or do twenty-five years. The choice was easy.

_____

They did it. Three correctional officers got stripped bareass, bound and gagged, wrapped up in sheets like squirming, indignant mummies and each of them stuffed in an unused dryer in the laundry room. The stashing of the guards allowed them uniforms and IDs with which to drive out of prison calmly. They ditched the cop car and split up. Jim and Lyle went to grab the money. Trev went to wait for them at the appointed meet-up place to finish fake passports before dividing the money and getting out of the country. The two best friends briefly considered screwing Trey over and just moving on. But Jim and Lyle were pretty decent guys for unrepentant thieves and figured it was Trey’s plan that had gotten them out, so they owed him his cut.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Trev was broadly grinning, sitting at a table where he just finished their documents. Jim plunked the case on the table and opened it up. All they saw was green, green, green.

And then the shine off the barrel of a XXXX. A XXXX held by a short guy who stepped out from behind a stack of boxes.

“Hands up.”

Jim and Lyle both stared at Trev.

“You sonuvabitch,” Jim hissed.

“Sorry fellas, but splitting four mil two ways is a lot nicer than four. But don’t worry, no one’s getting hurt. I can at least let you two live for turning me on to this score. But I’m sorry, my guy Don here is coming with me to Rio. You two ain’t. Strip.”

Jim and Lyle looked at each other. And both shrugged almost in unison and began taking off the clothes they had snatched to replace their prison jumpsuits. When they were both down to their prison-issued boxers and socks, they looked expectantly (and not a little angrily) at Trev.

“Keep goin’!,” Trey said, motioning with the XXXX HE had produced towards their underwear.

“Oh, fuck you, man!” Lyle.

“Aw c’mon, just tie us up. Isn’t that humiliating enough?” Jim pleaded.

“Sorry, guys. I gotta make it as difficult as possible for you to come after us. Figure all your junk flopping around oughta stall you for when you get untied,” Trev explained.

They lost their undies. Shivering in the drafty warehouse, their cocks experiencing a little shrinkage and their buns clenched in fear, they stood as Don (with a snicker) tied their hands behind their backs. Tightly. Then, with a humiliating dual boot to their bare bums, Don and Trev kicked them onto a mattress that they had put out for this very occasion.

“OOFFF!!,” the two hapless cons groaned in unison as they belly-flopped nude on the cushioning.

“Man, these dudes got nice big sexy bubble butts,” Don said hungrily.

Jim and Lyle looked at each other as they lay prone, ass-up on the mattress. Both were wide-eyed.

“Oh, yeah, guys, I gotta say, um, the way I got my friend Don here in on this was that I promised him…well, some entertainment,” Trev said apologetically.

“What do you mean ‘entertainment’?” Jim demanded panic threaded through his question.

He didn’t get an answer. What he and Lyle DID get were two bandanas tied tightly in their mouths, cleaving their lips and making speech difficult. Making their speech even MORE difficult were the strips of duct tape Don added to their mouths to seal the gags in and render them almost unintelligible.

“MMMPPHRGGGHHHH??,” Jim mmmphed, wiggling his bare behind in anger and fear.

“MMMmPPHHHMMOOMMPPHH!” Lyle mmmphed, glaring at Jim. Translation: “This is all your fault, numbnuts!”

“Look, guys, if you do what Don says, it will be quick and relatively painless. He brought plenty of lube,” Trev offered somewhat apologetically.

“MMMPPGGHHRHRRRRRRRPPHHH!!!,” Jim and Lyle said in unison, now both bare round rears wiggling and bouncing in fear and frustration.

“And if you DON’T do what he says, he’s not gonna use lube. And he told me he knows where your families live. I’m not threatening them. But Don here is a little wacky and when he’s horny, look out.”

Don chuckled.

“You can leave us for a little while, Trev,” Don said menacingly.

“Have at it, my good man, I’ll be just outside having a smoke and watching the perimeter.

Trev left, as the helpless Jim and Lyle began to scream into their gags.

“Ok, you butt sluts, I want to see those booties move. Get up on your knees, faces down ass up and move those fat butts. I like a little show before I get down to it.

Moaning into their gags (and not wanting their families to come to hard), Jim and Lyle began to do what he asked. With some effort, grunting and mmpphing, and falling over due to their hands and feet being so snugly bound, they eventually managed to get on their knees and bury their faces in the mattress that had become their prison.

“Two moons rising! Ok, girls, now wiggle!” Don said, laughing.

Nearing tears, Jim and Lyle began to shake and wiggle their helpless bare butts slowly.

“FASTER OR YOUR KIDS GET IT!” Don bellowed.

Jim and Lyle squirmed in their bondage, and began to gyrate their shiny asses faster, bouncing and wiggling, making the most tempting targets for Don’s lust. Both of them started sobbing into their gags, knowing what was coming.

“Ok, ladies, you stay just like that,” Don ordered and began unbuckling his pants.

“MMMMPPPRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!,” Jim and Lyle screamed in unison, trying like hell to free their bound wrists and separate their tied ankles.

Suddenly, the door to the building slammed open.

“POLICE! FREEZE!”

An undercover informant had clued the cops in on the breakout awhile back. They allowed Jim and Lyle out long enough to uncover the money. Trev and Don (pants around his ankles and shuffling) went into custody. A whole squad of cops gathered around the mattress. Jim and Lyle still bound and gagged, rolled over with their not substandard cocks flopping and squinted into their flashlights. Their situation was genuinely mortifying but being taken back to prison was preferable to ass XXXX.

“Whattaya say, guys? They’ve caused us a fuckload of trouble, and they are in a perfect position being bound and gagged and all. You think these naughty boys need a round robin spanking over each of our laps to teach them a lesson?” the cop in charge asked heartily.

As the rest of the cops goodnaturedly cheered and agreed, Jim and Lyle looked at each other, eyes wide once again.

“MMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!”

Model: Rod & Sammy

Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/07/2006

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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.”

            It was hot in the guy’s house, no air conditioner, so Mitch striped to the waist. “Hope you don’t mind if I took off my shirt. It’s fuckin hot.” “No man, in fact, let’s go to the basement. It’s cooler down there.”

            Soon, Mitch was bound and gagged. “There, my first time.” Mitch began to struggle. The guy was good but a novice. Mitch knew at once he could get his hands free. But he did not want to spoil the customer’s fun. He struggled and moaned and cursed. “You mind if I take some pictures of you all tied up?” Mitch nodded and the customer clicked away. He sat Mitch down on a chair and tied him to it. Mitch began to act a whole show for him. He cursed, hopped around, struggled, bucked his arms, and moved his hands. After some time, he began to get his wrists free from the roping. He knew this was the customer’s first time….. it took him only ten minutes to get free.

            “You have to tie me up tighter again. Don’t be afraid to make the ropes real tight. I can take it!” “You want me to try again?” the customer asked, a big grin on his face. Yeah, just one more time. I have plans for the weekend so gotta leave soon.”

            He gagged Mitch again. He began to bind him again, this time much tighter. He got his wrists secured, then his arms. Mitch began to realize that this was not only tighter but more professional. He got down to his feet, bound them. Mitch mpffed in his gag and the customer pulled it out. “Hey, your are good. I though you said it was your first time tying somebody up?” The gag was replaced. “Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding man. I meant it was my first time tying YOU up!” Mitch began to fear a bit and break out into a sweat as he was put on a table and hogtied. “Oh yeah, forgot to tell you this too. I am keeping you for the weekend.” “Mitch began to struggle but only made the ropes and knots tighter on his flesh. “And thanks for fixing my phone. I have some bondage buddies I want to call and invite over for the weekend for some fun with my little XXXX repairman! Don’t struggle too much. You might fall off the table and break your arms or neck or something.”

            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

Date of Production: 07/27/2007
In the Buff

28 photos; 4:34 video

Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/13/2007
Happy Bear

25 photos; 4:33 video

Happy Bear played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/06/2018
All Taped Up

30 photos; 5:30 video

Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2017
Held Against His Will

25 photos; 3:55 video

Model : Wolfric
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2013
XXXX Sal by Justine

31 photos

     Sal Romano thought he was the "Hottest Straight Stud" in Black shoe leather. Point of face he was but his attitude needed an adjustment fast. He strutted down the street in his black suit, black shirt and tie, black highly shined point loafers, his black, sheer nylon, thick and thin socks flashing as he walked. He seemed always to be in a major hurry.
     He started to date my sister, I told her she was making a "Big Mistake". She did not listen to one word I said. After three weeks he dumped her. She came to me asking for "revenge" I nodded YES. Sis had Sal's extra set of apt. keys. I asked for them. Silently, she placed them into my palm.
     The Bar closed at two AM. I waited, hidden behind a truck for Sal to leave the "4 Aces". I followed him back to his apt careful not to be observed. After he went in I waited another hour, sure that XXXX and the booze would have sent him to "dreamland" or "Nightmareland" which is actually where he would arrive.
     I crept into the apt. Sal was aXXXX lying clad only in his Black Tight Boxers, designer made. His hand behind his head he looked as sexy as hell. There was a slight "tenting" in those black boxers. He tuned on to his flat stomach, that perfect ass staring up at me. I got my black cord out of my gym bag and bound his hands behind him. Still he slept, breathing deeply.

     Stretched out, I tied his ankles together, making the cord as tight as I could. I had forgotten my ski mask which I place on my head. Lucky for me Sal still slept.  I pulled out my Black Bandana, twisted it together and was about to gag Sal, when he awoke. "Hey, motherfucker, what is going on stop, STOP, MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKKKKK" was all he managed to utter before the Gag was stuffed into he sexy mouth. I could imagine my Dick in that mouth with my XXXX pointed at Sal's head forcing this straight Stud to "suck me Off".   He struggled and squirmed and shook the bed. I slapped he with the back of my hand accross his face. That "calmed his down a bit.
     I took my black cord and criss-crossed his body . I then "Hog Tied" him, Sal's size 12 feet shaking in the air. I smacked his ass ten times hard to "calm him" again this worked.
I placed my hand over his mouth, and holding his arm whispered in his ear. "Ever have sex with a dude, Sal, I know you can't answer just now but I'm going get you a seuxal education" "One you'll thank me for in the future" I grabbed in Nips. and pinched the tips , starting softly, then squeezing and then pinching with all my might. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNOOOOO" he yelled through his gag. ahahahahaa. I responded.

      "Well what do we have here" I chimed. Is the great stud Sal sporting a hard dick." Sal had indeed gotten hard hard-on. I took my camera and started sXXXXping a few picture's for the Patrons at the Bar and the dudes at the Firehouse where Sal worked. I lowered his black tight boxers, and took out my hard dick and pissed on Sal, as I pissed, I proceeded to wank him off, I wanted him ound with his cum and my urine covering his crotch . Sal arched his back and shot his load. 5 spirts of hot cum. I then tossed myself off onto his face. His eyes shut tightly he could feel my cum on his hair and eyelids.
      I then went to his bathroom found shaving cream and a used razor, I spread the cream all over his body. I then slowly shaved his feet, then legs then crotch , turned him over then shaved his ass crack, then his pits, the his face hair on that square chin, finally with Sal Moaning through his gag I shave his head. First with an electric clipper then with thae dull ranzor. I wanted this to hurt. It did. Humiliated and defeated Sal lay there Hog tied and shaved . Completely devoid of body hair. I photographed him in many angles. I told him that if he went to the Cops or told any of his mates these photo's would be plastered everywhere. He was sobbing greatly tears running down his face onto the pillow. I smiled. My sister would be pleased.
     As I gathered my stuff to leave, I took a suitcase from Sal's closet and scooped up his shoes and black suit and sheer thick and thin black socks and garters, shirt and tie he had dumped on the floor, we wore the same size and I considered this my "DOORPRIZE" Laughing I left his apt. In the morning I would call the firehouse and tell them to "recuse Sal"

The end

Sal played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/03/2007
Put a Sock In It by Nick007

27 photos; 5:25 video

Put a Sock In It by Nick 007

Dave was living in an apartment for his first time. He lost his house in the divorce. His ex-wife just would not give him any peace and quiet. Nag nag nag! So when the divorce did happen, he did not mind one bit. This meant he could finally get the peace and quiet he wanted. Or so he thought.

He started living in his apartment for about 2 months and loved it. The neighbors were quiet. However they moved out and a punk moved in. He would play his radio full blast in the mornings and throughout the entire day. Police could be seen going to the his neighbor's door constantly telling him to quiet down but never really doing anything other than that. So his neighbor continued to be loud and obnoxious.

Finally, after a long hard day at the office, Dave decided to do something about it. “If the police aren't going to actually do something about it, I will. No one in the apartment complex will blame me.” he said. So he grabbed a duffel bag full of goodies and headed out the door to his neighbor's door. He pulled out a rag and an unmarked bottle. He pours some of the liquid on the rag and XXXX on the door. He could hear footsteps coming closer. “God damned cops! Why won't they listen? I don't give a shit about these other people!” his neighbor said as he opened the door. “Yeah, what the hell do you want?”

“Hello neighbor. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind keeping it down? A lot of us fellow neighbors just wanted a little peace and quiet when we come home from work, or are trying to XXXX.” Dave asked politely.

“Dude, fuck off!” his neighbor yelled as he slammed the door.

“I thought you might say that. Cant say I didn't ask nicely.” he said and with a sigh, XXXX again.

The door swung opened and the neighbor yelled “WHAT THE FUC....” but before he could finish, Dave tackled the dude and swung the rag over his neighbor's mouth and nose, forcing him to breathe it in. With in a minute his neighbor was out like a light. Dave quickly went to work, binding his hands and arms to his sides. Then more rope attaching is ankles to his thighs. Knowing that his neighbor was not going anywhere, he walked to his neighbor's bedroom and found a dirty of sock. On the dresser was the man's wallet. Upon inspection, he found that his neighbor’s name was Tristan.

“Ok Tristan let's have some fun.” he said as he left the room and back to his well deserving victim. It was then that Tristan started waking up. Dave jumped on him and shoved the sock in Tristan's mouth. The quickly wrapped layer upon layer of clear tape over Tristan's mouth, securing the sock in place. Dave got up as Tristan began bucking wildly trying to get out.

Dave walked over to the still blasting radio and turned it down, just enough to drown out Tristan's muffled yells. “Now see how easy it is to enjoy your music and still be respectful of your neighbors?”

Tristan muffled something that sounded very iXXXXpropriate. “Now now. None of the language.” Dave said as he pulled down Tristan's shorts, revealing a very nicely shaped ass. “Hmm never been with a dude before, but there is a first time for everything. He gave Tristan some well deserved spanks. He had no attention of doing anything to Tristan in that way, but Tristan didn't know that.

Dave walked to his bag and pulled out a camera and started clicking away. “OK, here's the deal. You promise to to keep it

down, and I wont send these very revealing pictures of you to your work, your gym, and your family. And before you think that I don't know where you work, or work out, I found your paycheck stub and your membership card in your wallet. As for your family, well now that I know your name, finding you on Facebook wont be hard at all.” Dave picked up his bag and walked to the door. “Now I'm sure we have an agreement. Have fun getting out!” Dave left his neighbor's apartment.

Dave got his peace and quiet. He never hear a peep out of Tristan again.

The End.

Model::Tristan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/27/2014
Benched

25 photos

Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2004
Traffic Report by Fidelis

20 photos

Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
"Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their XXXXs – a couple of punches to the stomach and a XXXX to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant XXXXd as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting XXXX around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
"Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
"Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was XXXX to hop backwards, as a XXXX was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m XXXX to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their XXXXs drawn.
"MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."

THE END

Grant played by Steve
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production : 07/09/2003
Under Cover by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:28 video

Under Cover by Caitiff

The assignment was almost done and Danny could hardly wait. For months Officer Danny Lorenzini had been working undercover as Danny Shay in order to uncover the XXXX dealings of a local biker gang. He knew something of the biker culture. But Danny had hated every minute of it. To safe guard his cover, Danny often had to go in without back up or a wire. He felt naked every time he met the gang.

At least now he had learned enough o turn state’s evidence and get back to regular police work. All he had ot do was one last meeting to find out where the latest pick up from their supplier would be and hand the info the cops so they could all be picked up.

Danny arrived early to the house the gang used to meet and was surprised that they were already there.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”. Danny said nonchalantly.
“Nothing, Officer Lorenzini”, the head of the gang said with a sneer. Uh-oh.

The gang fell upon him like a pack of animals. Though he struggled, Danny couldn't’ resist as he was trussed up tightly. His hands were tied up behind his back with loops of rope. More rope was used to tie Danny’s feet. Danny kicked, landing his boots in the face of one of the gang. But all he got in return was a kick in the gut. Winded by the blow, Danny could no longer put up a fight as the knots binding him were finished up.

“Gag his traitor mouth”, the gang leader said, “I don’t want to hear him talk.”

Tape was plastered over Danny’s mouth, gagging him. Now bound and gagged, all Danny could do was stare at his captors.

“So do we off this pig?”, one of the gang asked, pulling out his pistol. “Mmmm!”, Danny moaned through his tape gag.

“No. We need to make it look like an accident. And we’re late. The cops are waiting on this guy to tell him where we’re meeting. So we’ll kill two birds and this cop with one stone.”

Danny soon understood when he heard the hissing sound of gas being released. The gas pipe to the old style heater had been broken open. With an evil smile, the gang leader produced a bottle of benzene.

“I saw this on a tv show once. I put this in the microwave in the kitchen. It blows
and ..well you get the point. It’ll look like a gas leak. We’re going to have a little piggy roast.”

“Mmmpphh!”, Danny grunted as he furiously tried to loosen the ropes binding him. “Hahaha!, So long Pig. Put him in the closet”

Danny was hoisted and dumped in the closet where presumably he would be even less able to get way. Danny heard the gang go downstairs and then a minute later the front door being closed.

He didn't’ have much time. Frantically Danny worked to get free. He knew he wouldn't’ be able to untie himself in time. Instead he worked at getting out of the house.

Thank God they didn't’ think to hog tie me, Danny thought as he pushed against the closet door. With a kick, Danny managed to get the door open and began sliding out.

“Mmmmm! MMMMMMMMMPPPHHH!!”, Danny groaned as loudly through his gag as he could. If only someone could hear him.

But time was running out. He would have to try to make it down the stairs and out the door,all while still tied up and gagged. The odds didn't’ look good.

Danny began to inch towards the door. He could hear the microwave running and knew that soon that bottle of benzene would bubble and then spark. The smell of gas was filling the room. The whole house would go up when the microwave blew.

“Hey Dan, where are you?”, Danny heard his partner Roger yell.

“Mmmmm!” Danny grunted as loudly as he could. Roger ran up the stairs and began untying the knots binding Danny.

“Man you’re lucky I ignored the chief’s orders to stay away until you came back.”

“Mmmm! Mmmpphhhmmm!”, Danny grunted. Damn it, he had to be ungagged before he could tell Roger about the bomb!

Getting the hint, Roger tore off the tape covering Danny’s mouth.

“Mmmfff..Owwwww, damn it, go downstairs and shit off the microwave. It’s a bomb!”

Roger wasted no time in doing so. Danny felt a surge of relief as he realised that he wouldn’t be dying today. However, he knew he couldn’t rest easy yet. The gang leader had know way too much about what the police had been doing. Somebody had sold him out.

The End?

Danny played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/14/2010
Fess Up by Soft Touch

27 photos; 4:06 video

   Jenks the carpenter looked at Morgan the interior decorator and Morgan was looking back at him. Neither one of the contractors actually knew one another, and neither one of them knew what they were doing back in the Campbell house.
            The last thing Jenks remembered was coming out of the Dripping Pearl after happy hour and heading for his car to go home. Then there had been some bright stars, a burst of intense pain, and then blackness. And now he was here.
            Tight ropes bit into Jenks’ arms and wrists and made his strong muscles helpless while his lips were being XXXX together by layers of duct tape that were hugging his cheeks so tight that it hurt. What was going on here?
            Jenks looked over at Morgan and saw that the interior decorator had been bound up and gagged in the same way. Morgan made some noises behind the tape layers that were covering his mouth, but Jenks couldn't understand a word that Morgan was saying.
            Then Mister Campbell walked into the room. “I hope that you two are enjoying your captivity. I've been fairly gentle with you up to now, but make no mistake.”
            Was this guy some kind of nut?
            Jenks looked over at Morgan and saw that the interior decorator’s eyes were just and big and scared as Jenks imagined his were so neither one of the contractors dared to move a muscle while they watched a smiling Mister Campbell coming at them with more pieces of rope.
            “I know what you're thinking,” Mister Campbell began as he started wrapping and tying lengths of rope tightly around Morgan and Jenks’ ankles to be sure that they wouldn't run away. “I'm certain that I owe one of you gentleman an apology, but my problem is that I don't know which one.”
            Morgan looked at Jenks. What was this guy talking about?
           Jenks shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea.
            “That’s all right,” Mister Campbell reassured them. “I expect you to pretend to be quite innocent, but sooner or later I will find out the truth.”
Mister Campbell finished tying the last knot and then stood up to admire his handiwork. “You see I had three people in my house this week. Mister Morgan was his usual inspired self while he advised me on my interior decorating project. And you Mister Jenks did a very professional job on the woodwork in my den. That just leaves Mister Thomas who was such a wizard with the electronics in my home theater. Three visitors, three people with opportunity, and one thief!”
Both Morgan and Jenks made all kinds of protesting noises behind their taped-over lips. They weren't thieves!
But Mister Campbell just laughed. “I know, you are both quite innocent, and when Mister Thomas gets here, he will be innocent, too. But one of you stole a very valuable diamond bracelet that I purchased as a gift, and before this night is done I will find out which one.”
Mister Campbell made a final check of his knots and then smiled quite pleasantly.
“Now I'm off to collect Mister Thomas. Do make yourselves comfortable until I return.”
Mister Campbell started for the door and then stopped. “Tell me, do either of you have a big phobia about power tools?”
And then Mister Campbell laughed and laughed like a maniac while he went out and shut the door.
Mister Morgan was the first one to panic. He threw himself off of the couch and down onto the floor. Then he looked back at Mister Jenks and mouthed something behind his taped mouth that sounded like “Well come on fool, don't just sit there!”
Mister Jenks had no intention of staying here. He had a really big phobia about maniacs and power tools! So he threw himself off of the couch to land on the floor near Mister Morgan.
Then Mister Morgan and Mister Jenks both started crawling their bound bodies across the carpeted floor, but that didn't get them anywhere fast. They had to get free of these ropes! So they both grunted and strained, but they only succeeded in making those ropes even tighter.
Neither one of them were going to get out of here like that. They had to help one another. So then the two strangers moved their bound bodies close together and began reaching their fingers for each other’s ropes. But these two men didn't even know each other and this was a problem that required real teamwork.
Still they tried all different ways of trying to get loose, and a couple of times it felt like maybe they were finally succeeded, but then –
Suddenly the door opened and Mister Morgan and Mister Jenks with both shocked to see poor unconscious Mister Thomas being tossed onto the floor next to them. And then they craned their necks and looked up to see a smiling Mister Campbell looking down at them.

“Oh, I see that you two have been having fun. It won't do you any good, you know? I've made myself quite the expert at tying knots.”
Mister Jenks and Mister Morgan sighed into their gags. Yea, he was an expert, they had to admit.
“Now the two of you just lie right there,” Mister Campbell sounded like he was getting ready for a birthday party.
“I'll have Mister Thomas properly secured in two quick shakes of a lamb’s tail”
Mister Jenks looked over at Mister Morgan and saw a tear running down the interior decorator’s cheek. Mister Jenks knew just how he felt. Mister Jenks felt like crying, too.

THE END

Jenks played by Rod

Morgan played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/07/2006
Charity Begins at Home by JMZ

30 photos; 4:21 video

            It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs. I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.

              The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
             I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.

            In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed. “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
             I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
             I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished. All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
             He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.

The End

The Victim played by Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2008
Hot and Hog Tied

34 photos; 4:06 video

Model: Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2009

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