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Surgeon General's Warning By Fidelis

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Jeff lit his cigarette and sucked the smoke into his lungs. It was his first of the day, and as the nicotine rush hit him, he started to relax. Oh, that felt good. He had made himself a little smoking den in this corner of the hospital basement. Who cared if it was illegal. Yeah, he knew it was bad for him, but things would be even worse if he XXXX one of the patients under his care. He couldn't wait until his internship was over, and he could settle down into a cushy practice. Then he could pick and choose his loonies; he wouldn't have to deal with the whackos that the state shipped off to this dump. As dollar signs danced in his head and the calming effect of the nicotine surged through his body, he was unaware of the maniac creeping up on him.

"Gotcha, doc!"

"What the hell is...MMMMPPHHH". Jeff yelled in pain as his arm was twisted behind him, but a hand of iron was clamped over his mouth, cutting off his cries. As he struggled his arm was pulled further up - pain tore through his body. He tried to turn his head to see who was doing this to him. Oh no, it was Ben Carson- the serial arsonist! Jeff had just recommended that he be sent to the state institute for the criminally insane, and be locked up for life. He fought frantically, but the pressure on his arm increased....everything started to go dark.

"Hahahahaha" Ben cackled as he saw the young intern lying prone at his feet. "You think that I can't smell smoke from a mile away, doc? Going to lock me up for ever, are you? I don't think so.

Ben started stripping the young doctor of his garments. There was no way that he was going to be behind bars for the rest of his life. He had places to go, fires to set. Wearing the doctor's clothes, he would slip out of here and make good his escape. He just had to make sure that the doctor didn't raise an alarm.

Once Ben had stripped his victim of his clothing, he began to tie him up. Using some handy rope that he had filched from the supply closet next to Jeff's smoking room, he pulled the doctor's hands behind his back, and bound them tightly. Then he tied his victim's feet together, and just as Jeff began to stir, he wrapped rope around his chest and upper arms. There, the doc looked snug as a bug in a rug.

Jeff moaned as he regained consciousness.He shivered; he was cold. What had happened to him? He opened his eyes and saw Ben Carson grinning down at him. Oh shit! He realized that he was almost naked, and was lying on the rug in his hideout. He tried to get to his feet and discovered that he was tied up. A bad situation was was seemingly getting worse. He would have to try to sooth this lunatic, calm him down and explain that his actions were going to get him into even more trouble.

"Now, Ben, you know that...GGGMMMMMPPHH" His words were stopped as Ben pressed his hand down over Jeff's mouth, slamming his head back into the carpet.

"No more talking, Doc. I've done enough talking with you. Thinking that I can trust you, and now I find out that you're shipping me off to the loony bin for life. No sir. I'm going to shut you up, and good."

Jeff winced in pain as his patient grabbed his hair, and pulled him into a sitting position. What was Ben going to do? He looked over his shoulder, and saw that Ben was pulling one of his white socks taut, making it into a long strip. He was going to be XXXX! "No, no, don't, please...MMMMMPPPHHHH!"

"I said NO MORE TALKING! Are you deaf, Doc? Or just stupid?

"GGGGMMNNNOOO". Jeff screamed as the sock was shoved between his teeth and Ben started tying it tightly behind his head. This was better than being XXXX, and at least he had put on clean socks this morning, but the cloth was cutting into the corners of his mouth, and Jeff had always had a phobia about anything being put into his mouth. He began thrashing about wildly. Ben yanked on his hair, as he finished knotting the sock.

"Calm down, Doc. Just sit there and enjoy yourself. Have a nice little rest."

Jeff watched in impotent fury as the lunatic stripped down and started putting on JEFF'S clothes. He bucked in his bondage, yelling through his gag. All thoughts of calming his patient down had disappeared. How dare a mere patient strip and tie up a doctor, and then don his clothing? His efforts were rewarded by a kick in the ribs, and then a foot holding him in place.

"Yep, definitely deaf, aren't you, Doc. You gotta invest in a hearing aid. Or don't you understand calm down or rest?"

Jeff glowered as Ben, now dressed in his clothes knelt down next to him and patted him on the cheek and then stroked his hair.

"There, there, Doc. Don't get upset. At least, not yet."

Jeff sat on the floor, helpless, as Ben paced the room, nervously smoking one of Jeff's cigarettes, compulsively lighting matches and then tossing them aside, grinding them underfoot. Jeff prayed that they were all extinguished. He wasn't ready to be made into toast.

"Gee, doc, what am I going to do with you? I wouldn't mind taking you with me,but..that isn't going to work. So what shall I do? Hmmm. It's bit chilly in here, isn't it? And if I break this window.....wow, but it's cold out, isn't it? Those briefs of yours don't look too warm. It must be minus -20 out there, and if I disable this old thermostat, like this.....I wonder how long you will last. It's been a blast, Doc. Have fun!"

Jeff felt goosebumps rising on his body. He was lying right under the broken window, and the freezing air was pouring down on him. He had to get out of here before he turned into a popsicle! He struggled against the ropes, thrashing about helplessly. Damn, that Carson knew how to tie a knot! Jeff wailed through his sock gag, hoping against hope that someone would hear his cries. But he was getting colder and colder, shivering uncontrollably. Even his efforts to get free weren't keeping him warm. How much longer could he last in these frigid temperatures? He felt himself getting weaker and colder. But wait...what was that he could hear? The door into his cubbyhole burst open and two security guards entered. It seemed that Ben couldn't wait to torch a building, and had been caught almost immediately, clad in Jeff's clothes. Jeff was overjoyed to be rescued, though embarrassed to be caught tied up and gagged and clad in only sock and his briefs.

The End

Jeff played by Gurth

Ben played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/05/2003
Form and Function by SoftTouch

20 photos; 10:14 video

“How is that now, comfortable…?”
            “Mmmghuh….” Gregory really couldn't say very much with a thickly-wrapped bandanna parting his lips and depressing his tongue. And he really wasn't sure if he liked the way the snug ropes were hugging his hands behind his back. But the next payment on his mortgage was already overdue and Gregory didn't want to lose his new house.
            “Good, now let’s try a few pictures,” the man in the red fedora aimed his camera at Gregory and the flash suddenly exploded into Gregory’s eyes.
            Gregory hoped that he was doing the right thing, but he was really nervous about having his picture taken like this. He had almost told the man in the red fedora no when he saw the little posing strap the man wanted him to dress up in. Gregory had never worn anything like that in his whole life, and he wasn't sure if the little pouch-thing would fit him, but he had just bit his lip and packed his equipment into the clutching leather as best as he could.

And then he saw the ropes. “Oh no, please sir, you didn't say anything about tying me up!” Gregory’s voice had risen up to a small screech.
            “I see,” the man sighed. “We had better start with the gag.”
            “Gag, what gag—?” Gregory had panicked. But before he could react the man’s arms were already around his body and holding him close while his fingers were pushing the soft roll of bandanna between Gregory’s lips. The man wasn't rough, but he was firm while he lodged the cloth inside Gregory’s mouth and then tied the two ends behind Gregory’s neck.
            “Don't be temperamental,” the man had breathed into Gregory’s ear. “The nice color of this bandanna matches your face perfectly. You wouldn't deny me the use of a little color would you?” the man smiled while he cinched the knot tight. “Now give me those strong arms of yours.”

Poor Gregory was really confused. The idea of being gagged and then tied up like this was very frightening. Gregory had never dared to do anything like this before. At the same time the closeness of the man’s strong body to his and the feeling of the man’s confident hands on his body was also very new and kind of exciting while he felt the rope holding his wrists tighter and tighter.
            Gregory whimpered a little into his mouthful of cloth and then he began to blush. The sudden pain he felt didn't come from the rope around his wrists; it came from the sudden tightness of the posing strap that was holding him so close.
            “All right now,” the man interrupted Gregory’s thoughts. “Kneel up on the bed there so that I can get some good XXXX. That’s good. I think my camera really likes your body. Now have a seat, that’s right.”
            Gregory awkwardly moved his tied body around until he was finally sitting on the side of the bed. And then he gasped a little loudly through his nose and rubbed his tongue up against the bandanna in his mouth. The man in the red fedora was coming at him with more ropes.

“I think we need a little more white right here. Now just hold still.”
            Then Gregory closed his eyes and just felt the man’s confident hands on his body again while they began weaving more rope all around his chest and his arms and then back and forth around his neck. At first the rope felt kind of soft and comfortable, but then those hands began to pull it tighter and tighter until Gregory was all too aware of how big his nubs were getting.
            “Are you sure that you've never modeled before?” the man asked as he tied the final knot. “You have such a smooth strong chest. Yes, it is really quite nice.”
            The camera began clicking and flashing again while Gregory felt his cheeks starting to blush and another little stab of pain down inside the little posing strap. He wasn't used to having people say nice things about him like that.
            “All right, now just lie back on the bed for me. Yes, that’s good.”

Gregory looked up from the bed to see the man towering over him and the man was holding another length of rope in his hand. What was he going to tie up now?
            “My, what nice feet you have,” the man purred over Gregory.
            Gregory closed his eyes and sighed into his mouthful of cloth while he felt the man’s strong hands stroking each of his feet and then holding them together while he wrapped more of his possessive rope all around Gregory’s ankles. Then Gregory heard the camera clicking again.
            “Yes, very nice,” the man purred. “Now roll over onto your tummy and let’s see the back side of you.”
            Gregory struggled to roll over onto his belly and only winced a little when he felt the firm mattress pressing up against his hardening bone. His bone was getting too big for its little prison and Gregory began willing it not to grow any more while the distant clicks of the camera kept time with his growing embarrassment.

“You have a beautiful pair of baby moons,” the nice man told him then. “It’s too bad that we will have to cover them up.”
            Gregory squinted back to where the man was standing near his feet and saw that he was holding even more rope. Gregory moaned into the growing sogginess of his bandanna gag. He really didn't want to be tied up any more. But tied up as he was already there wasn't anything he could do to stop the man from doing what he wanted with him.
            The next thing Gregory knew, his feet were being bent up behind his back, and his tied wrists were reaching down toward his tied feet, and there was a strong cable of rope pulling the two of them tightly together. Pain was shooting though Gregory’s shoulders and his knees and the small of his back and he began to complain into his bandanna gag.
            “Quite right, young man,” the man in the red fedora smiled at Gregory. “We need more color here.”
            Gregory looked up to see the man tearing off a big wide strip of yellow tape.
            Gregory shook his head and tried to tell the man that that wasn't what he wanted, but the man just held onto Gregory’s face and then began smoothing that sticky tape all over Gregory’s mouth.

“Now we must have struggle, lots and lots of struggle!” the man told Gregory.
            Gregory moaned into his gag and tried to tell the man that he could hardly move.
            “Quickly now!” the man suddenly sXXXXped. “Quickly or I will get my switch!”
            Having no choice, Gregory ignored all of his aches and pains and began rolling and twisting and straining around on the bed while the man circled him his camera and bombarded Gregory’s eyes with his flash for what seemed like forever.

“That is good,” the man finally decided.

“That is good,” the man finally decided.
            Gregory moaned into his gag and began to beg the man to please let him go now.
            “I quite agree,” the man said and Gregory sighed with relief.
            “That gag is beginning to look a little chewed and that posing strap is getting much too small. But don't worry, I come prepared for such emergencies,” the man smiled down at his captive.
            Then Gregory looked up and saw that the man was holding a rubber thing on straps that looked much too big for Gregory's mouth and another little harness thing that had a bunch of silver rings on it, and each silver ring was smaller than the one next to it.
            “You are going to look perfect in these!” the man assured him.

THE END

Gregory played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/04/2005
Chair Tickle

22 photos; 6:04 video

Chris played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/17/2005
Trucker Nightmare

23 photos

Here I am bound and gagged. I knew my appetite for sex would get me in trouble
one day. How could I be so stupid?
My name is Mike, a trucker by trade,and like all truckers get a little lonely on the road. I’ve lost three lovers because of my insatiable need for sex. So I guess in a way I deserve this. Hitchhikers and hustlers are my cup of tea,no strings attached, no drama.Most of these guys are pretty simple, needing a few extra bucks or a ride.
In one of my usual diner stops in Texas, I noticed a young latino kid sitting alone in a booth, he couldnt be older than 20. A black backpack sat beside him. A backpack was usually the calling card. He was one of those guys that makes you hard just looking at him.

I walked over to his booth and asked if I could sit. He eagerly obliged.We struck up a conversation,just your basic fluff.He touched my hand and smiled,thats all I needed. I was thinking with a totaly different head at that moment.
We left the diner together, and found a cheap motel nearby. As we made our way to the room I could not help but notice how his cargo shorts and white tank top fit him like a glove. I was getting harder by the minute. As we entered the room we wasted no time getting to the bed. We began the usual foreplay when all of a sudden he bacame very dominant. Now usually this I role I play myself,but for this guy I was willing to do anything,even if I was paying.

He ordered me to strip, which I eagerly obliged. He told me to leave on the bandanna, it turned him on. He told me to turn around so he could admire my ass, I was hard,flattered,and foaming with pre-cum. I felt him come close to me. My excitment reached a boiling point I realized an object was aimed at my head, and not the one on my shoulders. What was happening?

He ordered me to the couch, and began to pull white rope from his backpack with his free hand."What are you gonna do with that", I asked nervously." Tie you the fuck up, genius", he yelled. He roughly pulled my wrists together and began to tightly bind them. I grunted in agony. He began to wrap the rope around my torso, digging into my skin. My legs and ankles were next . The rope wrapped around me like a snake. My ankles burned and my feet went numb. I struggled but it was no use. The little fucker shuffled his way through my wallet, emptying it.

"I bet you didnt realize I cost this much huh", he said.
"Fuck off",I griped.That was not a good idea.He began to remove his shirt which returned my hard on.He wrapped each end of the shirt in his hands and procedded to wrap it around my mouth.
"You dont have to mmmppphhh!", was all I could get out before he violentlygagged me. With this he picked up his backpack and bid me farwell. After a little struggle I made it to the floor, but not much further. So here I am bound and gagged, no money and still horny as hell.

The End

Mike the Trucker played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/10/2004
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

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