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Army Bound pt 2

17 photos; 4:58 video

Model: Dean
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/29/2011
On the Beat by Fidelis

16 photos

Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly patrolled his beat. This new idea of the chief’s was great, getting the officers out of their cars and back onto the streets. The chief wanted to present a softer, gentler face to the community, and he wanted his officers to get to know the people in their area. Francis was all for the new plan, especially since he was given this nice neighbourhood to patrol. The old people had become nervous with all the young gangbangers who had started hanging around on the street corners, but the constant police presence had seemed to scare them off. The residents showed their appreciation by showering Officer O’Reilly with all sorts of goodies. He patted his stomach as he walked along the street. This holiday season had taken its toll. After today, he would really have to start hitting the gym, and cutting back on all the scrumptious treats that were pressed upon him. But tomorrow was soon enough to start on his new regime A new regime for a new year. He licked his lips in anticipation as he glanced at his watch. Sweet little old Mrs. Valenti had promised him canolli fresh from the oven if he showed up at 11 o’clock sharp. Mmm, canolli, his favourite. He couldn’t wait. Mrs. Valenti was new to the neighbourhood, and seemed lonely. She certainly wanted to chat with Francis every time he walked by her house, asking him all sorts of questions about his job, how often he had to check in, etc. It was refreshing to meet someone her age who could take such an interest in police work. She seemed very keen witted, and was certainly a spry old lady. Francis had seen her run to catch a cab, and she had moved with the speed that a woman half her age would envy. Francis wasn’t sure that he could move that fast himself. Ah, just a couple of minutes until 11. Francis picked up his pace. If he hurried, he could scarf down a couple of canolli, and have a little chat with Mrs. Valenti.

"Hello? Hello, Mrs. Valenti, are you there?" Francis was concerned. The front door of Mrs. Valenti’s house was ajar. He hoped that the old dear hadn’t had a stroke, or fallen down the stairs and broken her hip. He would have to investigate. He pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold. "Hello? Mrs. Va…..OOOOUUUUFFFFFFFF!"

Francis bent over, gasping with pain as fist slammed into his stomach. He staggered, as the breath was XXXX of him. A strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him into the house. The front door slammed behind him as he was XXXX to his knees. What the hell was going on here?
"You know what to do boys. Make sure that the cop doesn’t get in our way."
"What…what are you doing? Hey, stop that!" Francis croaked. He could barely speak, let alone move, and was helpless to stop the brawny young men who dragged him further into the house. One of them pulled his handcuffs from his duty belt. Francis feebly tried to resist as his arms were yanked behind, and the cuffs locked into place.
"Who are you guys? What have you done with Mrs. Valenti?" Francis had horrible visions of the sweet old lady bludgeoned to XXXX by these thugs, or lying XXXX in her bed.
"Ha ha, you dumb cluck. Who do you think that I am? Doesn’t the bright boy recognize me?" Francis looked up at the man standing in front of him. He did seem vaguely familiar. No, it couldn’t be! This guy must be Mrs. Valenti’s son, or grandson.
"Why…why, what is this? What is going on here?"

"Shut the cop up, boys. God knows I’ve had to listen to go on and on over the past few weeks. Though we have to be thankful that he is such a motor mouth; I’ve picked up some good information from him."
"Wait, no, you can’t do this to….MMMMHHHHH!"
Francis’s protests were reduced to gurgled moans as a knotted bandanna was shoved between his teeth and tied behind his head.
"GGGMMNOO. MMMUMMDOING? GGGMCANTMMMDOMMTHIS. GGMMPOLICEMMOFFICER!"
"Jeez, he does have a mouth on him, doesn’t he? Here, this should shut him up properly. Some blue tape for our boy in blue."
"GGGGGLUGHMM. MMGGAHMMNOOOO" Francis moaned as tape was wrapped around his bandanna-gagged mouth. His mind was reeling. Could this slender young man really be Mrs. Valenti? It might explain the husky voice that the old lady had, and the hairs that Francis had observed sprouting on her chin. Shit, this must be some kind of elaborate plot. He had to get out of here! Frank staggered to his feet, and tried to make a run for it. He hadn’t taken more than two steps before he was tripped, and went crashing to the floor.

"Nice try, big boy, but you don’t win any prizes for trying. Rope him up, boys, good and tight. We don’t want the pig interfering with our plans, do we?"
Francis could only moan in impotent fury, and pain, as he was trussed up like a pig going to market. His ankles and feet were tied up, and then they were jerked and attached to the chain of his handcuffs. He lay on the floor, glaring at the pseudo Mrs. Valenti.
"Gee, Officer O’Reilly, I really hate to leave you like this, but we’ve got things to do. The boys and I have a shipment to clear out of this place. You’ve been a real pain in the butt, you know, making life really difficult by being around here constantly. Now, you have a nice rest, while we do our work."

Francis lay on the floor, cuffed, roped and gagged, fuming to himself while the criminals carried out box after box. How could he have been so stupid? He couldn’t believe that this guy had fooled him. He tugged on the ropes, vainly trying to reach the knots that tied his hands to his feet. If he could get even partially loose, he had a chance at escape. Who knew what these thugs would do once they had moved their booty out of here? They might just decide to put a bullet through the head of Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly. He struggled whenever he was alone in the room, lying quiet when the men were passing back and forth.

It seemed as if hours had passed, though Francis had no idea how long he had been lying on the floor, cuffed and gagged. He was exhausted, every muscle in his body aching from the bondage, and his efforts to get free from it. What was going to happen to him?
"Aww, don’t you look cute, all tied up like that? I really should take a few pictures, just to remind me how stupid you pigs can be. What do you think about that, Officer O’Reilly?"
Francis grunted defiantly at his tormentor. Shit, that was just what he needed, some punk criminal taking pictures of him as he lay helpless, restrained with his own cuffs, hogtied and gagged. He whimpered with frustration as the pseudo Mrs. V. took out a digital camera and started taking pictures of him. This was so humiliating.

"There, that should do the trick. Sorry for the inconvenience, Officer O’Reilly. The boys and I must be on our way. It’s been nice knowing you. Don’t worry, someone should find you here, eventually."
Francis renewed his struggles. Damn, why couldn’t he get these ropes untied? He knew that the cuffs wouldn’t come off until he could reach his spare key, which was completely out of reach at the moment. He lay on the floor, panting through his gag, as he realized that he wouldn’t get free until someone found him. He just prayed that one of the neighbours had noticed him going into the house. Otherwise he was in for a long wait. His stomach rumbled. Grrr, it was time for lunch, and he was obviously not going to get any yummy fresh canolli. It looked like he was going to be XXXX to start his New Year resolution a day early!

THE END

Officer Francis O’ Reilly played by John
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production:12/30/2003
The Mooch by Caitiff

25 photos

Tony had just gotten home from a long day of class and work and boy was he needing a beer. After three exams and then having to put up with all the assholes at the campus bookstore where he worked, Tony had to relax.

"Ahhh damn! it!" Tony cursed under his breath as he looked in the fringe and realized he had XXXX the last of his Budweiser last night. But there was one bottle left of his roommate Justin's Corona! Justin was really weird about his beer, all he drank was Corona. he had even built a chair out of empty boxes. And he never let anyone drink his beer. But Justin was at a party and by the time he came home and would notice the beer gone, it would be too late. Snatching the bottle, Tony flipped the cap off and gulped down almost half it at once. Damn he needed a beer and what Justin didn't know wouldn't hurt him or Tony.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer!?" Justin yelled at his roommate. He had come home earlier then Tony had expected.

Oh shit, was all Tony could think of as a reply.

"Look, I know you're mad but really, it's just one beer. I'll buy you anth..Mmmmmppphh" Justin's hand clamped down on Tony's mouth, cutting him off.

Justin was not taking the loss of his last beer very well, Tony thought. Cowed by the psycho look on his room mate's face and the fact that Justin was bigger then him, Tony didn't struggle as much as he was pinned against the kitchen counter and roughly bound by clothesline that Justin always seemed to have on hand for some reason. Why Justin would have clothesline when he never hung up any wash was the least of Tony's worries, however. He was no bound and helpless. And to make matter worse, apparently Justin not only had plenty of rope to keep him tied, he had some kind of leather plug gag as well. As Justin XXXX him to his knees, Tony's pleas for reason were reduced whiny moans and a truly pathetic look in his eyes.

"God, I can't believe you could be so fucking rude. All I wanted when I came home was a beer and you had to grab my last one! You are always mooching my stuff!" Justin ranted as he dug around in the other cabinets for more rope. Justin went to look in the other room and Tony made an attempt to break free but his arms and hands had been cruelly bound behind him. meanwhile the plug gag made it useless to try to yell for help.

When Justin came back to the kitchen where Tony was bound, he had more rope in his hand. Seeing how his roommate had tried freeing himself, he contemptously pushed Tony over so he lost his balance. As Tony lay sprawled on the floor. Justin tore off Tony's socks and bound his feet.

"Ok, since you seem to like annoying me so much, how about I return the favor?!" and with that Justin grabbed Tony's feet and soon began brushing his fingers across Tony's sensitive soles.

Tony was incredibly ticklish, which Justin knew full well. Tony's frantic head shaking and moaning had no effect as Justin laid into his roommate, going up and down his bare and immobilized feet. Bound and helpless, Tony's frantic jerks to get away did him little good. Loud grunting and laughs escaped through the gag. Unable to bear it but equally unable to do anything about it, Tony bit down hard on the leather plug that filled his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Justin finally stopped with the tickle torture. By that time,, Tony was reduced to panting as much as the gag allowed on the floor.

God, that was awful, thought Tony. But maybe Justin was finally ready to let him ago. Tony certainly felt like he had been punished enough.

Unfortunately, instead of releasing his captive, Justin went to work making sure Tony was even more immobilized then he had been before. Rope was wound around Tony's still aching soles and then tied to the rope around his arms, effectively hog tying him. If he had been helpless before, he was even more so now. The only movement he could manage was a weak rolling from side to side as he looked up at Justin with the most pathetic look he could muster.

Justin seemed unsympathetic by Tony's suffering. In fact, he just sat on the counter and took small sips from his beer as he watched his room mate roll back and forth in his bondage.

"Mmmmm? Mmmmmpppphhh mmmmaaa mmm?! Mmmmmmm!" Tony's muffled cries grew more insistent. But they were also ignored by Justin, who just sat and stared at Tony with a weird smirk on his face that was beginning to worry Tony to no end. That and the realization that popped into Tony's mind, what was Justin doing with all this rope and a leather gag conveniently on hand?

After maybe an hour or so, Tony couldn't tell how long he had been tied up, Justin finally got off the counter and set the half full Corona bottle on the floor where Tony could see it.

"Ok, just in case it hasn't sunk in yet. This is my beer. You can't touch my beer!" Justin said mockingly as he stood over his prostrate captive. Justin then picked up his beer and gulped the remainder down in on swallow. he then set the empty bottle back on the ground in front of Tony. "Once again, my beer. Not your beer. My beer."

Gagged, Tony didn't even try to apologize. Would Justin even understand his mumbling? Besides, surely the dismal expression of his face made it clear that Tony had been punished enough?!

Apparently Justin didn't think so as he walked away to his bed room. "I'll let you think that over. My beer, not your beer!" was Justin's final statement before Tony heard the bed room door close.

So it turned out to be not a good night for Tony, who had not only had a shitty day but was now lying bound and gagged on a kitchen floor that hadn't been mopped in weeks. Who knew if his freaky bondage loving room mate would even want to untie him in the morning. And to top it all off, the slight buzz from what little beer Tony had gotten to drink was wearing off.

The End

Tony played by Jason

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/02/2002
Army Bound pt 1

20 photos; 3:30 video

Model: Dean
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/29/2011
XXXX Tight

24 photos; 3:12 video

Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/24/2017
Bad Boy by Ivor Ciccone

25 photos

I love it when my lil buddy Kirk comes to visit.

His family won't let him do shit at his house. He's only 18 so he's not allowed to drink or smoke at his folks place, he can't play his music loud or

have any fun basically, so he loves coming over to my place where he can have all the fun he wants!

I'm three years older and have my own place. We get XXXX and just chill together normally, but occasionally Kirk and I play a special game.

He's still in school and is often broke with no money so I set him challenges with petty cash rewards.

These challenges usually consist of me tying Kirk up as best as I can and him trying to get himself free. Unknown to him is the fact that I am a big time bondage enthusiast and have had lots of practice roping buddies.

The first time we played the game I went easy on the dude so he could get free, earn himself $20 and would want to play the game again.

It was becoming quite a popular pastime between the two of us, when ever Kirk needed some money he'd come for a bondage session with me, oops, I mean come and take my challenge!

Todays session was proving to be our longest yet because I had roped my buddy in inescapable knots this time.

He'd been a bad boy you see. The last time he came over he'd stolen more money from me after getting his cash reward.

Kirk didn't think I'd noticed or realized because I hadn't mentioned it, but he was gonna find out soon .......after a LONG time tied tight and sweating!

I always gagged Kirk, the gag is my favorite part and I always take care of Kirks' mouth first, before tying him.

Previously it had always been with a bandanna which muffles his voice, but still allows like broken speech. This time I'd gagged him properly, tightly sealing duct tape over his mouth and wrapping it round his head a couple of times, now the only sound he could make was "Mmmmmmmmm!"

His hands were bound securely with rope behind his back and I used a long length to secure his elbows together too.

He sat upright and put his knees together for me to bind them, then his ankles, as he always did, only this time I was doing a better job.

Once I was done I sat down and took in the sight then announced, "ok, get free!"

He rolled around on my sofa for AWHILE! I sat opposite, watching him from my arm chair, my woody felt good in my pants. He struggled beautifully, making Mmmmm sounds into the gag, but he couldn't wrangle out of the rope and couldn't find the knots.

It looked as if he wanted to give up, but he couldn't tell me because of the gag, so I pretended not to notice and continued teasing him with comments like, "you ain't goin' anywhere, man" and "you'll never get out of these knots, dude". I wasn't ready to let him lose the challenge yet and untie him.

I sparked open a beer and lit a cigarette, this got Kirk more agitated and he rose to his feet, apparently trying to get a beer!! It was all he could do not to fall to the floor!!!

Before he could topple he lowered himself to his knees right in front of me, looking up at me, pleading with me with his eyes for me to ungag him and share my supplies.

"You realize you ain't getting paid for this challenge, don't you Kirk?" After an hour of bondage I finally let him know.

"You took the reward for this game when you here last week."

"MMMMMMMMM?" He was pretending to be innocent.

"I know it was you. Don't worry, I'll just have to be more wary of you from now on and you'll have to do some challenges for free until we're quits!"

"MMMMMMMMMMM!"

Kirk didn't get free that time, he rolled around on the floor and the sofa and lay defeated at times, breathing heavily through his nose. Finally after nearly three hours I asked if he wanted to give up and get untied.

"MMMMMMM" he nodded.

I untied his feet & legs, but left his upper body tied and mouth tape gagged.

"You been a bad boy. Hope I can trust you from now on", I said and sat back down in my chair. I put the TV on and sparked open another beer.

Kirk sat up, crossed his legs and started watching TV too, he was taking his punishment like a grown up.

I was proud of him. My dick was very fond of him too!

Woah man, I thought. Now I can tie him up for free!

FIN

Kirk played by Jason

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/05/2002
Under my Thumb pt2 by Fidelis

32 photos; 1:59 video

Cont'd from part 1

"MMMMNOOOOOO! GRRRMMMMPHHHYESH!!"
Chad gurgled into his gag as Joe continued to work him over. The man was a fiend. His hands and his mouth seemed to be everywhere, teasing Chad, driving him crazy. Half a dozen times Chad had been on the brink, ready to shoot, and then Joe had stopped. This torture seemed to have been going on for hours. Chad was soaked with sweat, and desperate. Oh my, that felt good. Umm, yes.
"MMMDONMMTSHTOP, MMMPLLEEEZMDONMSHTOP."
Chad let out a muffled scream. Oh thank God, finally! He bucked and moaned, and then lay on the bed, spent and exhausted. Mmmm, that felt great.
"How was that, jock boy? You seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. More than I expected you to. We’ll have to see how much you like the next few sessions.

"GGMWHAT? MMNEXT? GOOMEAN?"
"Hey, you don’t think that what we just did paid off all of your debt. No way. You owe me for a few papers, Chad. The way I see it, I should be getting a lot more time out of you. But we’ll come to that. I’ve worked up quite a thirst with all of that work. I’m off to the pub for a couple of beers. It’s too bad that you can’t come with me, but you’re all tied up. You be a good boy while I’m away. If you’re not…..you’ll regret it."
"MMMNNOOOO! GGGMDONTMMLEAVEMMMEEEEE!!!"

Chad heard the door shut. Joe couldn’t be serious, could he? He couldn’t expect more from Chad tonight. Chad was exhausted, and felt completely drained. He knew he couldn’t stand another intense session like the one he had just been through. Besides, he was hungry and thirsty. How could Joe be so cruel, leaving him here, all tied up and gagged, while he went and had a nice cold beer? Mmmm, a beer. If there was one good thing about Canada, it was the beer. This wasn’t fair. Chad knew that he had to get loose. He didn’t think that he could stand Joe working him over again, and now he really wanted a beer. His mouth was getting dry, as he chewed on the bandanna that was stuffed into it. Grrr, he was going to get out of here, and have a nice juicy burger and a couple of cold beers.

Chad starting trying to get free. Damn, Joe had really tied these ropes tightly. Chad tossed and turned, wriggling and struggling on the bed. He could hear people passing in the hall outside of Joe’s dorm, and he tried calling out for help, but no one could hear him. They all seemed to be laughing and talking, on their way to dinner. Chad wondered why they couldn’t hear his stomach rumbling, even if they couldn’t hear his gagged cries for help. He was starving!
Chad heard the door open. "MMMJOELEMMGGGOOO". There was silence. What was going on here? "GMMJOE?"
"MMMGGOOOHHNNOO!!!GGGGMMMSHTOP!

Chad went into spasms as his feet were tickled. He could hear Joe laughing his guts out. The evil bastard!
"Were you scared, jock stud? Did you think someone else had come in here, and was going to have their way with you? Don’t worry, I’m going to keep you all to myself. I’m selfish, and I sure don’t want to share my American jock boy with anyone else. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight."
Chad felt the bed sink to one side as Joe sat down next to him. Chad blinked as his blindfold was pulled up. Hey, what was Joe doing? Chomping away on some yummy looking snacks while Chad was lying there helpless, practically expiring from starvation. Chad tried out his starving puppy dog look. Joe just laughed, while he continued to stuff the tasty crackers into his mouth.

"No, no, I told you I’m selfish, Chad. I need this food to keep up my strength. If I gave you a snack, there might not be enough left over for me, and then where would we be?"
"GWWAGGHHH!!!MMMOHHHNOOO!" Oh no, he was starting all over again. Joe had replaced the blindfold and renewed his assault upon Chad’s hunky body. Chad felt his treasonous love stick come to life once again as Joe did various unusual things to him. Oh, he was sore from the first round. How could he survive a second time?"
"Hmm, you’re looking a bit chafed and red down there, body. I’ve got use the thing for you."

"MMMMOHMMMOHMY." Whatever Joe was using down there felt great. Chad starting pumping his hips. His cock was hard and dripping once more. Joe had spread something on it that felt fantastic – tingling and cool and soothing. Mmmm,yes, perhaps he was ready for a second round.
"Not so fast, stud. I’m getting all hot and sweaty here. I think it’s time for me to have a nice hot shower. Just let me get you fixed up so you don’t get any ideas about wandering off. "
"MMOUCH!" Chad yelped into his gag as Joe pulled his feet up towards his ass. OH NO! The dreaded hog-tie! He whimpered in despair. He didn’t want to be left alone again, especially since Joe had got him all hot and horny once more. And his stomach was rumbling again. There was no way that he could get free now, and get his hands on that box of crackers. It was all so frustrating.

"Don’t you fret, Chad. I’ll be back soon enough, and then we can have all sorts of fun. You’re going to be my snuggle bunny tonight, keeping me nice and warm. Won’t that be fun? And when I wake up in the middle of the night…well, I suppose I’ll have to wake you up, too. And don’t worry, you’ll get a nice midnight snack, though it may not be exactly what you were expecting. Sit tight, I’ll be back in a flash."

THE END

Chad played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/07/2006
Batter Up by Fidelis

30 photos

"MMMOHHHHl"
Mike tried to focus his eyes, blearily staring around him. What the hell had happened to him? He had had a great game, driving in five runs including a grand slam against that snivelling idiot Hudson. He had been putting his gear in the trunk of his car, getting ready to join the guys for a few celebratory brews at Hannigan’s, when BAM, something had hit him in the back of the head. He had been conscious of falling forward, and then everything had turned black. Now as he drifted back to consciousness, with his pounding as if it were going to explode, he tried to take in his surroundings. This sure as hell wasn’t Hannigan’s. He had never seen this place before. Mike tried to rub the back of his head, where the waves of pain seemed to be originating, but to his dismay he realized that he couldn’t move his hands. Oh crap, he thought, his mind still a trifle disoriented from the blow to his head, I’m XXXX – can’t move. What happened, what happened? Mike moaned again, and gingerly shook his head. It hurt like the dickens, but the movement helped to dispel the cobwebs in his mind. He wasn’t XXXX – he was tied up and gagged! Were the guys playing some stupid trick on him? If so, they were going to regret it.

"Well well, it seems like XXXX Beauty has finally woken up. It’s about time. How do you feel, big boy? Humiliated? You haven’t seen anything yet, you arrogant bastard."
Oh double crap. Mike stared at the figure in front of him. Barry Hudson! The weird pitcher from the Double Eagles. Mike had heard stories about this guy, how he threw tantrums at the slightest provocation. The guy had been thrown out of more than a few games because of the threats that he had made against the umps, members from the opposing team, members of his own team, spectators…the list went on and on. Now he was standing in front of Mike, his piggy little eyes flashing, spittle hanging from his lips as he harangued the hapless first baseman.

"You think you’re such a fucking hot shot, don’t you? Hitting all of those pitches – making me look like a fool. Getting me tossed in the 3rd inning. I’ve got new for you buddy. I’m going to fix you and fix you good."
Mike felt a frisson of fear spread through his muscular and helpless body as he listened to Hudson rant and rave. The pitcher was obviously a certifiable loony, and the fact that he was sucking down beer at an alarming rate didn’t make the situation any better. Being in the clutches of a XXXX lunatic wasn’t Mike’s idea of having a good time. When Hudson staggered off to get yet another beer, Mike decided that it might be a good idea to get out of this place, and the sooner he did so, the better. He grunted and heaved as he dragged his bound body into an upright position. Damn, these ropes were tight, and the gag was even worse. Hudson had stuffed some kind of disgustingly foul tasting rag into Mike’s mouth, and then covered it with another strip of cloth. It would be a great relief to get rid of the gag and the ropes, but first he had to get out of here. He took a tentative hop, and was relieved to find that he was still standing up. This wouldn’t be too hard he thought, as he began taking little bunny hops towards the door. He would be out of here in no…OMMMMPHHH!

Mike lay on the floor, gasping for breath, the wind XXXX from his body by Hudson’s tackle. The piggy-eyed pitcher had him pinned to the floor, breathing beer fumes. Mike wriggled under him, uncomfortably aware of Hudson’s heavy body covering his. Hmm, what was that he felt against this ass? Was Hudson carrying a flashlight in his pocket?
"No way, buddy. You’re not going anywhere, not until I’m finished with you. But I gotta make sure you don’t go wondering any more. I can’t have you see what’s going on, can I?"
Mike found these words to be a trifle ominous, rendered more ominous when Hudson wrapped a strip of white cloth around his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. What things didn’t Hudson want him to see?
"You’ve got a nice firm ass, Johnston, just the way I like them. But let me see what else you’ve got on under that tatty old uniform.

"GGGWWMAH! ARRGGHHH! GMMURMMPHHANDSMMAWAY!"
Mike protested through his stuffed mouth as he felt the pitcher’s big rough hands roam over his smooth chest and chest and stomach, tweaking his nipples. He gave a squawk of surprise as something hot and wet engulfed first one nipple, and then the other. Oh, what was that wet thing running down his stomach, digging around in his navel. Oh OH MY!

"Come on, let me see some more of you, stud. Let’s get the rest of this shit off of you."
Mike was dragged upright and had his shirt pulled out of his pants, and then he was thrown onto his back. Hudson started fumbling with the buckle of Mike’s belt. Oh no, not that! He wasn’t going to, he wouldn’t dare….
"GGGMNOOOO! GUSHTOPPMTHATMRIGHTMNOW!"
"Mmmm, nice, really nice. Too bad you have to cover up those legs when you play, asshole. And that butt looks as good as it felt. Oh yeah, baby, we’re going to have a good old time tonight."

Mike sobbed into his gag as Hudson dragged his pants down to his knees and then began manhandling Mike’s unprotected ass. Ohhh, what was he doing now. OH MY GOD! What was he doing? Mike began squirming as Hudson’s tongue began exploring very private places on Mike’s body, places where no tongue had gone before. The studly first baseman could only moan and struggle impotently as his body was invaded. At this point Mike was wishing that he was impotent as his jockstrap suddenly became uncomfortably tight. He wailed into his gag as the jockstrap was pulled down. Oh Christ, he thought. Holy rummoli! Oh my, that felt good. Who would have thought that Hudson could be so talented? He was a lousy pitcher, but he was definitely extremely good at what he was doing now. Mike huffed and puffed as he was getting blown down.

"UNNNHHHHHUNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Huh, so you just scored another grand slam, did you? You are an eager beaver, aren’t you? Too bad I’m not in so much of a hurry myself. Now, lets get those pants off, all the way."
Mike didn’t put up any resistance as his ankles were unbound and his pants torn off. He was totally XXXX and for some odd reason was feeling completely drained of energy. Perhaps it wasn’t so odd considering what had just happened to him. He didn’t put up any resistance as Hudson flipped him onto his stomach and hog-tied. Mmmm, he could go to XXXX right now, even though he was all tied up and gagged. Yes, he was feeling sooooo relaxed. He couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag at the moment.

"Mmmmm, I’m really glad that I pitched that ball at the back of your head. Too bad that my aim wasn’t so good in the ballpark. But don’t worry, asshole. We’re going to spend a lot of time together tonight, lots of time. I’ll let you make reparation for making look like such a goofball on the field."
"GMMMMPHH. MMWHATEVERMMUMMSAY" Mike mumbled as Hudson’s hands starting working on him again. Mike started wondering how badly he could piss Hudson off the next time they played together.

THE END

Mike played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/10/2004
Under My Thumb pt 1 by Fidelis

30 photos

"Chad, a deal is a deal. I told you, after the last time, no credit! You pay me everything you owe me right now, or do what we agreed upon earlier, and you get the term paper I wrote for you. If you don’t pay up, no paper, and you know what that will do to your GPA. What’s it going to be?"
Chad sat dejectedly on the side of his bed. Gee, he wished that he were back home in Ohio. School up here in Canada really sucked. The professors actually expected him, Chad Tuft, to do some work! It was so unfair! Back in Ohio, he had been a big football star, and he had just coasted along, doing the minimum amount of schoolwork to get by. But things were a lot different up here. No one looked up to him here. If only he could have stayed back home. But due to an unfortunate incident last Christmas, Chad been XXXX to change schools. Political enemies of his father had somehow got hold of a tape showing Chad in a very embarrassing position. The last few months of school had been torture; Chad had been aware of the whispers and giggles wherever he went. So here he was, in the Great White North, floundering. He had been paying Joe to write his papers for him, but he had run out of cash some time back and didn’t dare ask his father for more money. Now he owed Joe a bundle. If he didn’t get that paper he was screwed.
"OK, OK, I’ll do it!"

Reluctantly, Chad began to shed his clothing. He pulled off his sweatshirt and undershirt and dropped them to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He slowly unbuckled his belt, and then he undid his jeans and pulled them off. He stood in the middle of the room, wearing only his blue boxers. He shivered as he stood there. Damn, why couldn’t they turn the heating up? Here it was, not even Halloween, and he was freezing.
"There, are you happy now, Joe. Is this what you wanted to see?"
Joe laughed. "You’re quite the comedian, aren’t you Chad? I told you before, I want ALL of it off." There was hard note in Joe’s voice that Chad had never heard before. He pulled off his boxers and spread his hands. "Tada! There, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?"

"That’s very nice, Chad, very nice. But that’s not quite all that I want. Did I tell you that I’ve got a friend doing graduate work in Columbus? A friend who shares certain…tastes with me. He told me a very interesting story about you Chad. A story involving a video tape of you."

Joe smiled at Chad as he opened up his briefcase and pulled out a length of white rope. Despite the chilliness of the room, Chad started to sweat. So, the story had followed him up here. Shit! At the same time, he felt a certain frisson of excitement.. It wasn’t the kind of thing that Chad Tuft, football star, was supposed to like. Chad from the illustrious family, with girls hanging all over him. He looked at the rope in Joe’s hands and slowly put his hands behind his back. He shuddered as he felt the ropes going around his wrists, being pulled tight. He let Joe push him down, until he was sitting on the side of the bed. He remained silent as Joe bound his knees and his ankles together.

"Hmm, doesn’t the big straight jock look funny, all tied up like that. What are you going to do now, jock boy? " Joe held a bandanna in his hand, letting it float in the air in front of Chad’s face. Chad felt a sudden rush of blood as he saw that. So Joe thought that he could bind and gag Chad Tuft, football hero and former BMOC on campus without any kind of struggle. Chad decided that he would make some fuss. He wanted to see how Joe would handle that.
"You fucking pervert, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t do this to me! My father’s an important man. If you think that you can MMMPHHHHHHH!"

Joe shoved the knotted bandanna into Chad’s mouth. Chad began struggling, trying to spit out the cloth. He tried to knee Joe in the balls.
"Oh, you want to play rough, do you? That’s fine with me, Chad." Joe pinched Chad’s nostrils shut. Chad thrashed on the bed, trying to get free, but Joe kept his fingers in place. Eventually, starved for air, Chad was XXXX to open his mouth. Without hesitation, Joe stuffed the bandanna into Chad’s mouth, and pulling the cloth taut, he tied it in place.
"GGGODDMMMEDFFFKCINGFFFAGGGTTT! MMWHATMTHINKMURDOING?"
"You’re making too much noise, American jock stud boy. I don’t like that. Someone might come in and find us like this. You don’t want more scandal, do you? What am I going to do with you? You know, I think I have something here in my briefcase that will do the trick"

"MMMNNOO. GGGMUCNTDOMMTHISMMEE!"
"Mmm, I think that I can do whatever I want to, Chad. I’m not the one who is tied up and gagged and helpless. And believe me, you are helpless. I don’t spend all my time studying and writing papers for other people. I do believe in a certain level of extracurricular activity."

Chad whimpered as he saw Joe pull a roll of silvery duct tape out of his briefcase. What was Joe going to do with that? To just to make sure he got the result that he desired, Chad let out a string of muffled expletives. He watched as Joe ripped off a piece of tape. Good, it was working. Now he put on his pleading puppy dog eye look, whimpering through the bandanna. Joe leaned over him and smoothed the tape over Chad’s gagged mouth. "There, that’s much better. I like you that way, Chad."
"MMOOHHHNNNOOOO. MMMPLLEEZZZLEEMGGOO. MMWHATCHAMDOINGMTHAT?"
Chad stared as Joe pulled another bandanna out of his briefcase. Was he going to reinforce the gag? Joe lips twitched as he looked down at Chad. "Well, what do you think about that? The American jock stud has already got a hard on. I think things will be a lot more fun if you can’t see what I’m doing. Don’t you agree, Chad?"
"MMNNOOO. GGGMMUMMWOODNT. MMMOHH!!!"

Chad moaned as Joe pulled him upright and wrapped the bandanna around his eyes. Gosh, but this was hot. Chad hadn’t been blindfolded the last time! It added a whole new dimension to his situation. Now he really was helpless!! What would Joe do to him next?
"MMMPHH!" Chad grunted as Joe XXXX him onto his side. Chad was excruciatingly aware of his hard cock. Surely Joe wasn’t going to tie him up, gag him and blindfold without paying attention to him down there. Chad wiggled his hips, trying to draw Joe’s attention to the uncomfortable situation down below.

"MMAGGGHHH!! MMMEEEHHEEEHEEE! MMMNOOOO! GGMOHSTOP!" Chad moaned, and screamed, and begged through his gagged mouth as Joe attacked the soles of his feet. And then moved up to the sensitive backs of his knees. And then to the even more sensitive insides of his thighs. His fingers seemed to be everywhere.
"You like that, Chad? I’ll bet that you’ll like this part even more. How does THAT feel?"

To Be Continued

Chad played by Mike
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/07/2006
Getting Off pt 2

23 photos; 9:22 video

This time he does it hands free

Model: Andre

photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/20/2005
April 15th by Caitiff

25 photos

It was tax day again as he did every tax day, Herman Lunke was busy with his paper work, hoping no one called him. The accounting office where he worked was always busy with last minute details. And the occasional disgruntled customer, of course. This time, Herman was so busy with his paperwork that he didn't notice the man who snuck into his office and closed the door behind him. Not until it was too late. One good sucker punch and Herman was out like a light.

When Herman came too, his head was aching. He tried to rub his sore cranium but he couldn't. His hands had been tied!

"Mmmmm!" Herman exclaimed, now noticing the layers of tape that covered his mouth. "Mmmmppphhh mmmnnn ffffhhhhmmmm!?"

" So you're awake. " A man said as he finished going through Herman's files. "Were you aXXXX when you did my taxes last year too?"

Herman didn't know what this man was talking about and his confused look must have shown. The man continued," I've waited all year to get back at you for fucking up my tax returns. you're little screw up cost me thousands of dollars and your firm didn't even apologize. Well, I got you by the balls now! I've down loaded all your files onto my hard drive and erased them from your computer. We'll see what kind of fun I have with this info!"

"Mmmmm!!!" Not his files! there was all sorts of sensitive information in those. Herman would be ruined! Herman struggled with all his strength against his bonds but to no avail.

"All right, now to finish you off!" the man said. Herman got a shiver when he heard that bit fortunately the man meant to simply tied Herman's feet together so he couldn't walk away. The man left, leaving Herman a helpless prisoner in his own office.

Herman had to get loose! There wasn't just tax returns on his computer, Herman had the Swiss bank accounts of a number of his wealthy clients. Herman bucked and twisted, trying to get some leverage or slack in the ropes that cut into his wrists and ankles. But after several minutes, all he had accomplished was to give himself a severe muscle cramp. Herman was also unsuccessful at crying out for help. The tape gag that covered his mouth made everything come out as a low moan.

Then Herman realized, his XXXX had left his computer on! If he could just get to it and type an e-mail or something, it might not be too late! Squirming like a snake, Herman inched toward the wall and then leaned against it to prop himself up. Once standing, Herman bunny hopped on his bound feet to his computer and sat down.

The e-mail program was still running. Since his hands were bound behind him, Herman carefully tapped out the words "Help I am tied up" on a message to Bill, the accountant next door. Bill's address was the only address he could get his computer to remember. Herman couldn't type out any other address with his nose. After several more minutes of maneuvering the mouse with his chin, Herman managed to finally send the message. It took only another minute for bill to respond with "help I am tied up too".

Great! Either Herman's XXXX was actually binding up every accountant in the building or Bill thought Herman was joking around. And while this was going on, Herman's files were getting farther and farther away!

Herman was just about tap out another message when someone came into his office.

"Mmmmm!" Herman pleaded desperately at the woman, obviously a client, who stood there gawking at him.

" Oh my God! What happened?"

"Mmmmm mmm mmmmpp mmm!" Herman tried to explain before remembering he was still gagged.

But the woman soon got over her shock and made no move to untie the poor captive accountant. "Well, I don't know exactly what's going on but since you're here and can't go anywhere...I want to complain about my returns. Were you aXXXX when you did these?"

The End

Herman played by Roy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/16/2002
Banker's Luck

28 photos; 6:34 video

Model: Cliff
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/29/2009
Crime Doesn't Pay

28 photos

"MMMGNNOOOMMSTOOOPPP!"
He pulled down the knotted bandanna that he had tied between my teeth.
"Are you going to make that call now, pork chop?"
"Yes, yes, but please stop it, I can't take any more."
I promised myself that I would be strong, and wouldn't give way, no matter what threats he made. But when he pulled off my shoes and started tickling my feet, I couldn't hold out for long. With my hands tied behind my back, I was helpless to fend him off, and the gag in my mouth prevented my neighbors from hearing my shrieks. I had jerked and squirmed and tried to escape, but he just sat on me and tickled and tickled and tickled until I thought that I would have a heart attack. Finally I broke down.
He held something to my head as he dialed Frank's number with his other hand.
"Remember, pork chop, no funny business. Don't try to warn him, or you'll regret it, and so will he!"
I followed the instructions that he gave me. I told Frank to bring over the documents that we had purloined. I wanted to go over them with him again. Frank didn't suspect a thing, and agreed to come over in half an hour.
"There, Pork Chop, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"Please, just... MMMMPHHGGGLUMM." He pulled the bandanna up from around my neck and stuffed it back in my mouth.
"We have a little time before Frankie gets here... what do you say to us having a little fun?" He slid his hands up under my t-shirt and ...
The big boy had caved like a house of cards once I had his shoes off. The object was just for show. I had no intention of using it. I had never been one for violence and certainly didn't want to break his fingers and pull out his fingernails, even though I had threatened to do so. I found that few people could withstand a prolonged period of tickling, and Pork Chop was no exception to the rule. Besides, he seemed to like being tied up and gagged. I noticed a bulge in his jeans that hadn't been there when I first confronted him. I wasn't averse to mixing business with pleasure, and once the phone call had been made, I decided to have a little fun with Pork Chop. He responded the way that I thought he would. Things were just getting really interesting when I heard a XXXX at the door. Time to get back to work.

"MMMMGMPLSOPMM!" The guy with the XXXX was doing terrible things to me. I struggled and moaned, trying to beg him to stop, but to no avail. Just when things were reaching a peak, when I thought that the torture I was undergoing would cause me to explode, Frank XXXX on the door. The thug with the XXXX hastily rearranged my clothing, and holding the XXXX to my head, whispered "Not a peep, out of you Pork Chop, or you and your fellow bozo will be dead meat." He pushed me into a corner, hidden from view, and stood behind the door. As he turned the handle, I wanted to yell out, to make some noise to warn Frank, but the bad man had such a big XXXX, and I didn't want him to pull out my fingernails!
Boink! I shuddered with sympathy as Frank went down like a fallen tree. OUCH! That XXXX butt to the head must have hurt a lot. Poor Frank. He just lay on the floor and moaned. The bad man pulled him further into my apartment, and in two shakes of a lambs tail he had Frank all trussed up and gagged. As Frank came to, he was dragged to his feet, and pulled over next to me.

"What a couple of chumps you two are. Why don't you take a load off your feet?"
Thump. Both Frank and I were rudely pushed to floor. While the thug who had done such bad things to me picked up the folder with the documents that we had liberated, and went over to my desk to peruse them, Frank and I started wriggling around on the floor; squirming and struggling, trying to get free.
"MGMTURNMMROUN"
"MNNTHISMMWAY"
"MNOTHISMMWAY!" Frank just wouldn't listen; he always knew best. It had to be his way or nothing. As I turned around to work at his ropes, we were rudely interrupted.

"You guys want to get closer to each other? Fine, closer you'll be." He jerked us up to our knees, and XXXX us to face one another. OUCH! He pulled rope around us, so tight, tying us to together. This was awkward. Tied face to face with Frank, all of the terrible things that the bad man had done to me came flooding back into my mind. Tied so tight to Frank, I could feel something growing in my jeans. Sniff, sniff. Umm, he smelled nice. This wasn't too bad. I struggled a little more vigorously, and so did Frank. Hmmm, this felt pretty good. I wiggled some more, rubbing and pressing against Frank in my efforts to get free. Frank struggled right back. He started grunting in a most unusual way. I could see his face getting all red, and could feel something pressing against me. Frank had something growing in his jeans, too!

All the papers were there. The boss would be proud of me. I looked over at the two clowns who had tried to rip us off. They were having far too good a time. I wouldn't have liked to join in the fun, but time is money! I had to make sure that they stayed put for a while. I had a plane to catch. Once I was in the air, it didn't matter if they got free. I hated to break up their little party, but I needed to put them out of commission for a few hours, and the rope holding them together didn't look tight enough. And besides, crime shouldn't pay! At least not theirs. For me and the boss, it was a different matter.
My head was pulled off Frank's shoulder abruptly.

"OK, boys, sorry to interrupt your fun, but it's time for me to roll, and I think you two would be a little more comfortable in a different position."
What did he mean? We were soon to find out. He untied the ropes that were holding us together, and XXXX us to turn around. I felt something hard and cold press into the back of my neck. Oh no! He was going to shoot us. I closed my eyes tight. This wasn't fair! First he rips off the papers that were going to make us rich, and now..he interrupts us at a crucial moment. I waited for a bullet in the back of my head to end it all. Instead, I felt a hand pushing me down to the floor. Before I could do anything, I was trussed up like a pig going to market. OWWW! This hurt. There was a thump next to me. Frank was next, hogtied.
"Bye boys, have fun! Remember, it isn't nice to steal!"

The End

Pork Chop played by Kent
Frank played by Aaron
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/13/2007
Bandito Bound by Kurt

32 photos; 4:33 video

"OK, Sparky, turn around!"

Doug was grabbed roughly and spun around, the ropes binding his wrists digging in painfully. His whole body felt hot, flushed with a
combination of fear and embarrassment. The wad of cloth that had been shoved in his mouth and covered with three strips of tight duct tape ruled out any intelligent conversation with the two men who were methodically tying him up. They worked quickly, as though they were in a hurry, and Doug was amazed at how the knotted ropes quickly clung to his naked body and made him helpless. He froze as one of the intruders looped rope around his exposed privates and handled his hardware as nonchalantly as he had tied his wrists. Doug felt humiliated, standing nude and helpless in front of two strangers. He willed his cock to stay soft as it was manipulated roughly with the rope being looped and tightened around his ball sac and the base of his shaft, then pulled taut around his thighs and waist and fastened in back. He would have died of embarrassment right on the spot if he had popped wood in front of his captors.

As the two men continued binding him, Doug glanced at the clock on the wall. Just fifteen minutes had passed since he had slipped his key into his apartment door, exhausted from a hard day at work and just looking forward to crashing on the couch and catching the latest episode of "24". As he stepped through the door, an arm had circled his throat, and a hand had clamped down over his mouth.

Doug had instinctively struggled, reaching up and trying to pull the arm from around his throat and grunting against the hand that covered his
mouth, until he saw another figure emerge from the shadows pointing a pistol at him.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut, and put your hands up", the XXXXman ordered.

Doug had swallowed hard as the hand was removed from his mouth.

"What...who....gummmpppphhhh!!!"

Before he'd even gotten a sentence out, a thick, balled-up cloth had been stuffed into his mouth. He stood still and watched as the second guy pulled strips off a wide roll of duct tape and plastered them over his mouth, roughly sealing in the gag.

"OK, buddy, strip...all the way."

Doug was in shock, but this order penetrated his racing brain. With the XXXX pointed at his chest, he knew he had no choice, so he unzipped his
North Face jacket and dropped it onto the floor. After pulling off his Nikes, and shucking his pullover and jeans, he was down to his black CK bikini briefs

"I said all the way, numbnuts!"

Doug was proud of his body, and often wore tight-fitting shirts and jeans to show it off, but this was different. He mewled into his gag, but the steely-eyed stares of his two captors didn't waver. He slid his fingers into his waistband and pulled the tight briefs down to his thighs, exposing his impressive manhood to the eyes of his captors. As soon as he stepped out of them, he was grabbed again and his muscular arms were wrenched behind his back and quickly bound at the wrists.

Doug's mind sXXXXped back to the present and he moaned loudly as the ropes around his dick and balls were cinched snugly. At the same time, more rope was pulled tightly around his broad, meaty pecs, the pressure of the bindings causing his nipples to harden.

As soon as the knots were all tied, the one with the XXXX spoke.

"Pick the fucker up and put him in bed. Make sure he's hogtied."

Doug was immediately hoisted over the other guy's shoulder, his bound balls and cock mashing against his muscular chest.
He was carried into his bedroom and unceremoniously dumped onto his bed.

"Cross your ankles."

Doug did as he was told, and his ankles were soon as tightly roped as his upper torso and hands. He was pushed onto his side as the captor worked a rope from the bundle binding his feet up through his exposed ass crack, and fastened it to his wrists, pulling his body into an
arched hogtie. After double-checking all the knots, and adding one more strip of tape to his gag, the man left Doug alone.

Doug immediately began to struggle in his bonds. His knees hadn't been tied together, so he was able to move around slightly. However, any movement he tried was rewarded with a sharp tug of the rope around his jewels, which Doug now realized was the reason for binding them off. Frustrated, Doug lay still, a bound mass of helpless muscle, and waited for what came next. He hoped that they would leave after burglarizing his place, but after about an hour, his hopes were dashed. The bedroom door opened, and the two intruders entered. Doug's eyes widened over his gag...they were both naked

MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!!!

The End

Doug played by Antonio

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2005
Abstinence Training by SoutTouch

48 photos; 8:03 video

“Are we all nice and comfortable now?” Professor Gigglehaus chuckled.
            Greco nodded his head up and down and made agreeable sounds, but Kevin shook his head from side to side and tried to protest past the layers of tape that were covering his tender lips. All of a sudden poor Kevin had an unbearable itch on his nose, but there was no way that he could scratch it with his hands taped together behind his back the way they were now.
            Greco made some “Come on” sounds behind his layers of tape and encouraged Kevin to cooperate with the nice Professor. After all, it was all Kevin’s fault that they were here. The truth was that lately Kevin’s bad behavior had gone way beyond frisky. In fact there didn't seem to be any way that Greco could keep his horny young friend satisfied. Then he heard about Professor Gigglehaus’s new Abstinence Program. Maybe the nice Professor could help to calm Kevin down a little.

“Now we just have to add a little more tape to your bodies,” the Professor said pleasantly while his busy fingers started wrapping lots of the sticky tape tightly around Kevin’s thighs and ankles. “I want you to think of this tape as a good friend who wants to hold you tight and help you to stop doing all of those bad things that you want to do.”
            What bad things? Kevin wanted to know. He had been very good to Greco and even Greco had to admit that Kevin had really learned how to please him. It wasn't Kevin’s fault that he was still so young and so horny all of the time or that Greco was always so tired from working to support both of them.
            “Now we call this the adjustment process,” Professor Gigglehaus explained as he finished taping up Greco just as snugly as he had taped Kevin. “I'm going to leave the two of you alone for a little while now. I want you to use this time to get used to not being able to touch one another. Try thinking pleasant thoughts like palm trees gently basking in the sun, quiet sandy beaches and sea smells and the foamy waves lapping at the warm sand.”

Kevin tried, but not one of his thoughts was gentle right now. And he was also starting to get very suspicious of this so-called Professor. But Professor Gigglehaus just smiled pleasantly and went out and closed the door, leaving the two friends all alone.
            Kevin and Greco couldn't see the Professor as he hurried into his soundproofed control room and turned on all of his monitors and speakers so that he could enjoy the show with a nice bucket of buttered popcorn.
            First Kevin moved close to Greco and made little begging sounds behind his taped lips in the hope that Greco would help untie him. But Greco shook his head. They were going to go through with this.

Then Kevin managed to get up on his feet and started moving toward the door. Greco stood up as well and tried to block the young man’s path. But as soon as their two bodies touched, Greco’s hunger for his young friend came back in a rush. Why did Kevin always get to him this way? Then Kevin started rubbing his body up against Greco’s body and began making little whimpering noises like a puppy.
            Professor Gigglehaus chuckled like a happy maniac when he saw Greco giving in to Kevin’s whimpers and he started a timer on his desk. He was always curious to see how long it took his subjects to get loose.

            Greco tried to get his fingers on the tightly-wrapped tape that was around Kevin’s wrists, but he lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor. Kevin quickly knelt down and then stretched out beside him. The object was to get their fingers on the layers of tape, but they couldn't help rubbing their bodies together.
            And very soon, just like rubbing two sticks together to make a fire, both friends were getting very hot. Over and over they rolled on the hard floor, and each of them struggled and strained and began to sweat. And then they discovered a new problem.

“Yes! Yes!” Professor Gigglehaus shrieked into the soundproofing as he saw the trousers on each of his two subjects coming undone and then slowly slipping down to expose more and more of their begging flesh. The Professor palmed another handful of the butter-slick popcorn into his mouth and moved closer to his monitors. He didn't want to miss a thing now.
            By this time Greco had completely lost control of the situation and he didn't care that he was just as hot and just as desperate as Kevin was. Then he felt Kevin’s heat slipping into his hand and he heard the heavy sigh escaping from Kevin’s nose. Greco couldn't hold back any longer so he closed his fingers around that stiff heat and tried to guide it to where he wanted it to go. And soon Kevin was panting loudly and thrusting with his hips as he tried his best to please his best friend.

And unknown to either of them a very pleased Professor Gigglehaus was making a note in his files to ask Greco about the nice summer camp portion of his new research program. The Professor had a very nice farm and a trained staff that would be more than happy to spend a couple of weeks with Greco’s frisky calf and to turn his Kevin into a nice creamy cow. Someone like Kevin would be sure to give them lots of cream every day.

THE END

Kevin played by Patrick

Greco played by John

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/23/2005
Be Our Guest

26 photos; 4:35 video

Model: Connor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/29/2010
Jeff

17 photos; 5:00 video

Model: Jeff
Photography by Kevin

See More of Jeff at Bondage Jeopardy

Date of Production: 12/27/2008
Big Mouth by SoftTouch

23 photos; 8:43 video

“Don't you know who I am? You can't do this to me!”
            “Yea Geordi, we know who you are, and thanks to your big mouth we who your friends are, and all of the big deals you've been involved in lately, and so does everybody else. That’s why you're here,” an exasperated Red told him.
            The man called Geordi had been yelling and screaming ever since Red and Logan had picked him up from the junkyard where he worked. Now Red and Logan each had a whole list of unkind things that they wanted to do to Geordi, but the Boss didn't want the low-level enforcer hurt—yet.
            “You guys are going to be in so much trouble! You just wait until I get my hands on you! You know what I do for a living?” Geordi continued to rant while he pulled and struggled against the ropes holding him in the chair.
            Finally Red had enough. He grabbed a big old rag from the rag pile and moved toward Geordi.
            “What are you going to do with that? You'd better stay away from me!”

Red grabbed a handful of Geordi’s thinning hair and yanked his head back. Then he used three fingers of his other hand to stuff the thickest part of the rag deep into the squirming Geordi’s mouth. Then he tied the two ends of the rag as tight as he could behind Geordi’s neck.
            Geordi didn't like that at all so he began tossing his head like a mad dog and tried to push the rag out of his mouth with his tongue.
            Logan, who was just as fed up with Geordi’s antics as Red was, slapped Geordi hard across the head, stunning the big man.
            “Don't you get the picture Geordi?” Logan asked as he pulled a wide strip of duct tape loose on the roll. “We don't want to hear it any more!” Then he wrapped the big roll of duct tape around and around Geordi’s head and over his rag-stuffed mouth again and again until poor Geordi was starting to turn red. Then he sealed the end of the tape to Geordi’s face and slapped him again. “Now be quiet!”

Geordi stopped talking, but he was still huffing and puffing through his nose while his beady eyes looked up at Logan and Red and threatened the two men as much as he could.
            But Logan and Red ignored those beady eyes as they went into a huddle together.
            Geordi kept huffing and puffing while he watched the two men and tried to guess what they were going to do next.
            Then the huddle broke up and Red and Logan approached Geordi with more ropes.
            Geordi looked at the ropes coming toward him and his eyes got really big and he started shaking his head from side to side and began making begging noises behind the big mouthful of rag. He didn't want to be tied up any more.
            Red and Logan smiled. They had finally found something Geordi didn't like. So they each delighted in tying their portion of the ropes tighter and tighter around Geordi’s helpless body until Red saw tears coming into Geordi’s eyes.

“Okay Geordi, we got to make a phone call. You stay put and try not to get yourself in any more trouble,” Red told him.
            Geordi watched until Red and Logan had gone out of the house to use the pay phone across the street. Then fear became his driver as he twisted and struggled in the chair. He had to get out of here! He knew who Red and Logan were. They were the guys the Boss called when he wanted a problem to go away, and Geordi didn't want to go away.
            So he huffed, and he puffed, and he twisted, and he strained, but the tightly-tied ropes still held him bound to the hard chair. He had to calm down. He had to use his head. So he tried to ignore the way the old rag was swelling up bigger and bigger inside his mouth while he stretched his fingers to work on just one knot.

Just one knot; that was the way to do it. First one knot, and then another knot, and then he would be able to get out of here.
            But long before Geordi could work the first knot loose, he heard the sound of laughter coming toward him, and then he looked up to see Red and Logan coming into the room.
            “We've got really good news for you Geordi!” Red smiled.
            “Yea, the Boss decided that he didn't want you put into a big block of cement or drowned in the river.”
            “No he’s such a good-hearted guy that he is going to let you participate in our foreign exchange program. Isn't that good news?”
            Geordi sighed with relief. He knew that the Boss really liked him.
            “Yea, you see,” Red said real confidentially. “What we do is to put you into one of those old cars, and then we sell you to some gusy overseas .”

“And then,” Logan laughed. “We get to trade you for two tons of nice molasses.”
            “You should be honored Geordi, the price of molasses is really high these days. ”
            Geordi felt sick to his stomach.
            “Should we untie his first?” Logan asked.
            “Nah,” Red decided. “Let’s just take him chair and all. Those old cars have pretty big trunks. He should only be in there a week or two anyway.”

THE END

Geordi played by Todd

Photography by Caitiff

Date Of Production: 12/13/2005
Horny

30 photos; 18:26 video

Model: Troy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/10/2004
The Experiment by Kirk

21 photos; 4:47 video

The project today class is an experiment in the distribution of XXXX: or how to make a ROPE MUMMY!

            Brandon bucked in his ropes, tied to the chair. He muffled gagged sounds only increased as the mad man went to a dry-ease board and started to draw the physics of the experiment’s solution:

·        To completely control the victim, one must concentrate all XXXX in the rope
·        The rope must be uniform and consistently tight
·        The victim must be made immobile
·        Any XXXX the victim puts against one part of the rope will be distributed to all parts of the rope and maximize the greatest terror. F=MA or Terror=struggle by way of neck!

Brandon’s wide eye’s pleaded with his captor. He watched as he produced several coils of half inch plastic rope, and a role of duct tape. He knew he was in deep shit…. He was working for the local paper, the INDEPENDENT, and his new boss had invited him for a few beers. He drank one, got groggy, and fell to the floor. When he awoke, he found him self, bound and gagged, ropes around his writs and torso. He tried to get free, but the boss had returned, and shoved him into a chair. Now, helpless, he listened to the mad-man’s ravings:

            So the method used to rope mummify you will be as follows.

·        First, I will cut your pant’s legs to expose your skin from your things down, and remove your shoes and socks. The ropes must be on your skin. I will roll up the sleeves of your shirt also to bare your arms. (Brandon just stared in silence, the sweat pouring down his brow).
·        To your wrists I will add the plastic rope, removing the close line. I will melt the knots with this BBQ lighter.
·        Your wrists will be pulled up to your neck and tied off, knots again melted. (The mad man kept drawing his plan on a stick figure and Brandon began to beg in unintelligence noises).
·        Your legs will be crossed and roped from the things to your feet in four or so levels, again with knots melted.
·        Your body will be bent forward, your face to touch your ankles, and I will rope your entire body in that bent position, ending around your neck. All knots melted.
·        Finally I will tape your eyes and mouth shut, and place you in that wooden crate there. It will be nailed shut, and I will address and leave if for a delivery pickup down by the old swamp.

Brandon started to buck like a madman but his boss just grabbed his neck. “Yes, little one, your are my prize experiment. I will make you a rope mummy. The ropes will be constricted tight around your entire body. Any movement you make against the ropes should transfer through them all, and finally around your neck, which will slowly XXXX you. I suggest you get out all your energy now.”

            He left Brandon. Brandon fought against the ropes tying him until he was exhausted, his shirt soaked with sweat at his pits and pecs. The boss returned, holding a BBQ light in his hand.

            Brandon tried to relax. The mad man moved to his shirt cuff, and unbuttoned it. He slowly began to roll up his sleeves. Next, he took a scissors, and went down to the cuff of his pants legs. Brandon made a desperate low moan, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO as the cutting began. He eyes focused on the dry ease board, and the stick figures and the equations, and the experiment, ROPE MUMMY: Q.E.D.

The End

Brandon played by Logan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/05/2006
Too many Ropes by Softouch

35 photos

“What’s the matter Jerry? Don’t tell me you're afraid of a few ropes, a great big baseball player like you.”
            “No,” Jerry said way back in his throat while his worried eyes looked at the coils of soft cotton clothesline his roommate Greg was holding. How did he get himself into these things?
            At first, Jerry thought Greg was joking. They had both been telling stories about the crazy things they had done as kids and maybe Jerry had shown off too much by telling Greg what a great escape artist he had been at summer camp. It had been kind of fun back then to let the other boys tie him up and then watch their amazed faces when he escaped so easily from their poorly tied ropes. But now Greg was taking him seriously.

“Here’s the deal,” Greg was smiling at Jerry as he moved closer to him with his coils of rope. “You let me tie you up any way I want and I'll give you twenty minutes to make one of your famous escapes. If you can't do it, then you buy the beer this weekend, but if you escape we'll let you drink for free.”
            “I don’t know Greg,” Jerry stalled for time. “I was just a kid then and—“
            “What’s the matter? Are you chicken?”
            Nobody had called Jerry a chicken since he wore romper clothes and the taunting way Greg was smiling at him made Jerry angry. “Go ahead! You probably can't even tie a square knot!”

Jerry let Greg sit him down on the floor and he didn't resist as Greg drew Jerry’s arms behind his back and then began wrapping clothesline around his crossed wrists. Jerry felt the soft coils of rope gripping him tighter and tighter and he only flinched a little when he felt Greg pulling his knots tight.
            But then Greg reached his arms around Jerry’s head and Jerry was surprised to see that Greg was holding a knotted bandanna spread between his hands. Nobody had said anything about gags and Jerry made the mistake of opening his mouth to tell Greg that he didn't want that thing in his mouth. But Greg just chuckled as he thumbed the thick knot of cotton deep into Jerry’s mouth and then started pulling the two ends of folded cloth back behind Jerry’s neck.

“We don’t want no heckling from the peanut gallery,” Greg told him as he tied the two ends of the bandanna tightly behind Jerry’s neck.
            Jerry didn't like this; he didn't like it at all. That thick hard bandanna knot was crowding up against his tongue inside his small mouth and it hurt where the two ends of tied cloth were pulling back on the corners of his mouth. Then his stomach rolled over as Jerry suddenly hoped that the bandanna was a clean one and not one of Greg’s snot-rags.
            But Greg didn't care; he was having too good a time as he grabbed Jerry’s ankles and then began wrapping another long length of the clothesline as tight as he could around Jerry’s bare skin. Then he cinched a final knot tight and stood up over Jerry.

“Go ahead, Escape Artist, let’s see you escape.”
            Jerry began rolling around on the floor and trying to get his hands free. But clever Greg had tied Jerry’s wrists together in such a way that it was almost impossible for him to get his fingers on the tight knots.
            Then Jerry bit down on the bandanna and tried to ignore the drool that was building up in his mouth while he tried twisting his wrists inside of the coils of rope and tried to get them to loosen up a little. It was working. The combination of Jerry’s twisting and the sweat that was building up on his arms were working together to make the tight coils of rope just a little looser. Now, if he could only

Oh no! Smiling Greg was standing over Jerry with another long length of clothesline in his hand. “Sorry Roomy, I think I made it too easy for you.”
            Jerry protested into his drool-thickened gag that this wasn't fair, but there was nothing he could do to prevent Greg from wrapping that coil of rope around the back of Jerry’s knees and the back of Jerry’s neck until the young baseball player was being bent up in half and he could almost kiss his knees.
            “Try working on that!” Greg laughed.

Jerry growled into the soggy cloth that was filling up his mouth now and made a promise to himself that he was really going to make Greg pay as soon as he got loose from this.
But then he realized that getting loose was not going to be so easy. Being bent over like this was putting a lot of pressure on his shoulders and Jerry could already feel sharp pains each time he tried to move his arms. More than that, being bent up double like this was putting a lot of pressure on Jerry’s abdomen so that it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe. Already he could feel himself getting dizzy.
            And then he heard Greg laughing out loud. Jerry looked up from his cramped position to see Greg standing over him with yet another long length of the clothesline.

“I saw this in a book once and I can't wait to try it,” Greg told him.
            Jerry shook his head from side to side and almost choked on the drool that he had to XXXX down his throat while he tried to tell Greg that he had already used too many ropes.
            But Greg didn't seem to care about the way poor Jerry was mmphing and gagging. He was having too much fun as he began lashing his harsh rope tightly between Jerry’s ankles and his wrists to squeeze the baseball player’s body into an even tighter and smaller accordion.

This really hurt and Jerry was close to passing out from the lack of air he was able to breathe with his body in this position.
But then he looked up to see Greg’s grinning face hovering him. Then Greg’s big wrestling hand held Jerry tight by his forehead to hold his head still while his other big hand held a magic marker which he used to draw a big “L” on Jerry’s forehead.
            “That’s an L for Loser,” Greg chortled. “Guess you're buying the beer!”
            Poor Jerry mmphed into his gag and nodded his head as best as he could to tell Greg that he surrendered. Okay, he lost and he was going to buy the beer. Now he wanted Greg to turn him loose.

But Greg just laughed and laughed as he danced out of the room to tell everyone in the dorm about how he had made a fool out of Jerry.
            And poor Jerry could only lie there in pain with his body tightly hugged by all of those ropes while a single tear began to run down his cheek.

THE END

Jerry played by Hunter
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/20/2005
The Landscapers by Caitiff

30 photos; 2:14 video

The Landscapers
By Caitiff

Dave Hanson was running late to work. His stupid alarm had failed to go off and then traffic had been unusually bad. Dave had barely been able to take a quick shower and then jump into a pair of jeans and his work shirt. It wasn't good to be late, especially when you're the boss. Dave knew he was going to get a major talking too by his partner and only other worker at H & L Landscaping, Mark Leeds. They were doing the lawns for their biggest clients yet, the Baumann family. The Baumann's were one of the wealthiest families in town and their house was like a small castle.
When Dave arrived at the shack behind Mark's house where H & L Landscaping was headquartered, however, Dave didn't get a chewing out by Mark. In fact, Mark had very little to say. That was probably due to the gag that covered his mouth! He was also shirt less, his hands and feet tightly bound.

"Mmmmpphhaaammmm!" Dave's blond haired business partner tried to warn him but it was too late. Dave feltan object against his back. In moments, the dark haired landscaper had his work shirt ripped off and was sitting beside Mark. Dave's hands were tied behind him and his feet also lashed with the rope. Then a bandanna was shoved into Dave's mouth and held in place by another rag tied over his face. Both men could only stare in fear as their assailants, two young and unkempt men, put on the stolen work shirts of their captives, shirts that had the H & L logo emblazoned on the back. They were soon joined by a third.
"Did it go all right?" asked the third man.
"Easy as pie. Just had to wait for one of them to show up. With these shirts, we'll have total access to that mansion. They'll never notice us casing the place."

One of the first two men replied. If they had been able to talk, Dave and Mark might have agreed. One of the impostors was dark haired like Dave was, the other blond like Mark. And the Baumann's had never actually seen either Mark or Dave up close. This was the first time they had been called to work on the Baumann's lawn.
"You watch these two while we got to work," the other impostor said to the third man as they loaded up the truck with landscaping equipment. "Having them get loose would mess up everything."
Both bound men could only watch helplessly as their truck was driven off by their impostors. But if the third man had promised to be an alert guard to his partners, he broke that promise by turning on the small t.v. in the shack and watching the game, his back to his captives.

Neither of the tied up landscapers thought they could get away with trying to hop away to the door or moving towards each other but they did struggle as much as they could without moving too much. Every so often, their guard turned around to give them a look over, then turned back to the game. They also gave each other nods of encouragement, all that they could with the gags covering each other's mouths.
Under different circumstances, Mark thought, this would have been kind of fun. His partner Dave was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. The guy looked great without his shirt off. With Dave's hands tied behind his back, his shoulders were arched, making his chest puff out. Little did Mark realize that Dave was giving him a few sideways glances on the sly as well. Despite their dangerous predicament, Dave couldn't help thinking how nice Mark looked tied and gagged and all the things he wanted to do to Mark's body if only he had his hands free.
At least both captives had the hope that since their impostors had tied them up instead of just shooting them, they would get out of this eventually. Even if it was a faint hope.

Unfortunatly, as they struggled to get free, both men had been stealing glances at each other in bondage that they hadn't noticed their guard noticing them.
"Seems you two have too much freedom." He said.
Both men soon found themselves tied up back to back. Their arms were tied together and duct tape replaced the bandanas as gags. Now one man couldn't move without getting resistance from the other.
"That should take care of you two. You both look pretty sweet."

Both Mark and David tested the ropes a little but knew that this time, they wouldn't be getting free. It was also even more frustrating then before because now, though they couldn't see each other, they could fell the other rubbing against them.
The third man then was about to go back to watching television when his partners arrived.
"How did it go?" He asked as the impostors.
"Beautifully! They never even noticed us coming into the house and taking the jewels. It was so easy." One of them said.
"Now we just got to blow this stupid town.", said the other.
" What about them?" the third man asked, nodding towards Mark and Dave, still both bound and gagged.
"Leave them. By the time they get free, we'll be long gone.", the first impostor said, eliciting a silent sigh of relief from both captive men.
So it was that while the robbers took their truck, the landscaping equipment, and probably their reputation as landscapers, at least Dave and Mark were able to live to tell the tale.

Of course, this time they knew they wouldn't get freed on their own and the skin to skin contact was beginning to make both men rather frustrated now that the danger had passed. Dave began to hold Mark's hands while Mark continued to rub himself against Dave's bare back. They couldn't even talk to each other because of the gags over their mouths.
Even though they couldn't speak, both Mark and Dave knew that when they did finally get untied, they would have a lot to talk about.

The End?

Dave played by Aaron

Mark played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/13/2007
Revenge by Kurt

34 photos; 9:41 video

Continued from "Leashed"

It had been a week since Ben had been enslaved by Nate for a night, and he'd thought often about how he'd get his revenge. It was Friday night again, and Ben had just enjoyed a hot shower. As he stepped into the living room, he spotted his roommate stretched out on the sofa bed taking a pre-clubbing XXXX. Ben knew the time was right....Nate wouldn't be shaking his booty at the club tonight. Picking up his trusty pair of handcuffs, Ben quickly straddled his XXXX roomie. As he sXXXXped the cold steel around Nate's wrists, Nate woke up and immediately began to buck.

"Get off me, fucker!" he growled, as Ben pressed his knee down onto his sexy roomie's back.

"No way, dickwad! It's payback time, and as the old saying goes, 'Payback is a BEE-YATCH!'"

Nate cursed and struggled as he was cuffed, but Ben quickly picked up a length of rope and knotted it tightly around Nate's socked feet. Then he added a set of leather arm binders to the cuffs, totally immobilizing Nate's arms behind his back. After having some fun handgagging his buddy, a knotted bandanna gag completed Nate's bondage costume, and his muffled grunts were really turning Ben on. Before any fun, though, Nate would taste the whip that Ben had long fantasized using. He found his woven leather belt, doubled it up, and sXXXXped it a few times. Nate's eyes widened at the sound, and he began grunting in protest at his impending XXXX. Ben brought the leather down onto Nate's bubble butt....SWACK!...and Nate screamed into his gag.

"Don't be such a puss," Ben said, "Take it like a man, bitch!" SWACK!

Ben knew he wasn't really applying much XXXX, that it stung more than hurt, but he was enjoying the whole fantasy too much to stop. SWACK!! SWACK!!

Nate lay defeated, whimpering sexily. Ben couldn't help smiling, seeing his hot roommate dominated and defeated. He climbed onto the bed next to him, and stretched out comfortably, enjoying the sight of his bossy roommate bound, gagged and helpless. Nate made puppy-dog eyes at his captor, but Ben wasn't buying.

"Relax, buddy," he said to his captive, "I guarantee we'll have more fun than the club tonight!"

The End

Nate played by Sammy
Ben played by George

Date of Production: 01/17/2006
Love, Marriage, and Rope by JMZ

28 photos

My wife is such a prude. She never thinks outside of the box when it comes to the bedroom. She has no imagination. I’ve mentioned it to her time and time again. I do everything that she likes, the candles, soft music, massages, why can’t she do what I like? I wish she were more adventurous. It feels like I have this conversation with myself everyday. I just need to cool down, it’s been a long day at work and I just want to get home.

These were my famous last words to myself on the subject on that particular day. What occurred later silenced my complaining and pleading with her regarding the entire matter, literally. I walked in the house and the usual routine ensued. I kissed her hello and went upstairs to change clothing. I could smell the usual dinner of burnt meat and overcooked potatoes coming from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at the thought of another mundane evening. I’ve always loved her I just didn’t think after our wedding last year we would turn into an old married couple so soon. We were still young with no children and good jobs. We could do anything we wanted, but she had seemed to lose the sexual spark she had when we first started dating. I conceded to the fact that this was just married life.

I made my way to the kitchen to find it empty. I looked from room to room searching for her. I thought maybe she had stepped out to the store or to the mailbox, until her voiced yelled up to me from our basement. I made my way down the wooden stairs to find her standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a robe, my excitement stiffened me.

“You want me to be more adventurous”, she said coyly. “Well Jake you’re in for an adventure you will never forget”, she whispered. I couldn’t find the words to respond I was excited and fearful at the same time. “You are not to say one word Jake, you are to do what I say without question”, she yelled. “Becky what are you….” I tried to say. “Shut up Jake, just follow my direction”, she said. “Yes Ma’am”, I said harder than ever. On the futon she had laid out my old college wrestling uniform. It was what she always told me first attracted her to me. She would say she use to like watching my body stuffed into the small tight spandex singlet. She used to make me put it on in her college dorm room and trace her hand over every snug skintight spot. It used to drive me crazy.

I changed as instructed and waited for what was next. She walked to the tool drawer and produced a length of rope. I watched her intently. She proceeded to wrap the nylon snake around my chest and arms. My wrists were pulled together and knotted beyond escape, not that I wanted to escape. “Becky you are so awesome”, I exclaimed. “I warned you Jake, to keep quiet, now I’ll have to shut you up myself”, she whispered in my ear. With those words she gagged me tightly with a bandanna and pushed me onto the futon. I lay there helpless and at her mercy. She stood and stared with a craving in her eye I had not seen in a long time. It felt good to be desired again. She grabbed my dirty sweaty feet and XXXX them together. My ankles were tied tight. It was painful but well worth it. Then she did it. She traced her delicate hand over every part of me she reached into my crotch and exposed my throbbing penis. I struggled with excitement. Muffled grunts and moans escaped my gagged mouth. She caressed it gently. Then with an evil grin produced more rope and began to bind my shaft uXXXXologetically. This sensation was like nothing I felt before. As she completed immobilizing my most sensitive attribute she stood and marveled at her work. I grunted and moaned ready to explode. The ropes hugged me relentlessly. My jaw ached from the cloth that silenced me. “MMhhhppphhh”, I moaned. If this were not enough she played this game to the hilt. She removed her robe to reveal herself completely naked. “Jake”, she explained. “Once you free yourself you can do whatever you want to me”, she teased.”MMMMPPPPHHHHMMMMPPPPH”, I screamed. My baby was back. She went upstairs and closed the door. I struggled relentlessly. The ropes seemed to be an opponent tougher than I ever encountered in a wrest ling partner in college. Beads of sweat formed around my crotch and trickled down my thighs. My damp feet slid against themselves as I tried to grip them to loosen the rope on my ankle. Inaudible grunt struggled to break through the bandanna. After what seemed like an eternity the basement door swung open. Becky appeared before me still naked and with the same hunger in her eyes. “I see I did a good job tying you up baby”, she said. “Well I can’t wait any longer”, she growled. Then she was upon me. From this time forward everything changed. A couple a times a week I get home from work to find a new scenario cooked up in her deviant wonderful mind. I am the luckiest man in the world.

The End

Model: Matthew
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/21/2008

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