Look What I Found!

26 photos; 8:10 video

Bound Boi played  Marko
Finder played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/08/2017

Jock's Revenge by Zac

22 photos; 3:34 video

The Wide Reciever and the Equipment manager by anon

18 photos

Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!


The End

Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/01/2009

The Letterman

24 photos; 4:03 video

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

Brotherly Love by Sammy

28 photos; 3:15 video

Obediently, Hector stood in place. His hands had been tied securely by a tight yellow rope, and the slack was looped around a ring in the wall like a leash. He knew he was not going to get get loose his brother Hal was an expert when it came to knots. Ocassionaly he would kneel down to rest his legs but when he knelt down he had to raise his arms because there was not enough slack to let him sit comfortably. His bother had thought of that to. Sit, stand he could do neither very long or very comfortbly. He waited patiently soon Sammy would arrive and then the fun could begin. Almost as if thinking about him was a summoning Sammy walked in holdng a camera and a duffle bag full of more rope and other bondage accesories.

Sammy and Hal talked in hushed tones occasionally glancing over their shoulders at Hector.

"Alright lets get started", smiled Sammy. Hector stood barely able to contain his excitement. His shoots for WWW.BOUNDGUYS.COM were always fun. Hal unleashed Hector from the wall and led him to the bedroom. Sammy was busy setting out more rope, and checking his camera.

While Hal began gathering up more coils of rope and binding his little brother. Firt he used the make shift leash to securely tie Hector's hands to his chest. After that Hal ordered Hector to kneel on the bed. Hal quickly gagged is brother then began binding his feet. Hetor bit into the gag as his brother lashed his feet together with more rope provided by Sammy. The ropes were so tight that he could hardly move around and struggle once he was securely tied. Sammy had started taking pictures and the bright flash made the room dance around. Hector strained and struggled and pulled against he tight ropes and they bit deeper into his skin. He twisted and writhed and tried and failed to extricate himself from them. Occasionaly Sammy would bark and ordr from behind the dazzling flash of the camera and Hector strived to obey as best he could. He had always enjoyed being bound and gagged. Finally he lay exhausted on the bed a thin sheen of sweat covering him.

"Hmm, not bad" said Sammy "but it looks like he needs a little more motivation to really struggle."

Hector's eyes got a little wider. He knew what was coming next. Why had he told Sammy that he was ticklish.

"Hal, if you could go help your brother out", smiled Sammy.

Hal started laughing "Sure."

Hector glared at his brother as he closed in on him.

"Don't worry little bro. Better you then me I always say."

"MMMhaaPPHHAAA", Hector nearly choked on th gag as he laugh at the look on his brothers face.

Hal leared at his brother and then pounced on him and began tickling him. Hal's hands moved swiftly all over over Hector's body finding every single spot that was ticklish. Hector strained against the ropes and wriggled all over the bed twisting and turning trying to shield himself from his brothers assault. The bed springs creaked alarmingly and threatened to pitch the two brothers to the floor. Hector's face turned red from exertion and laughing into the unforgiving cleave gag. Finally he collapsed completely exhausted unable to struggle or laugh anymore he just laid there. That was when Sammy anounced he had enough footage and pictures. Hector rested sill tied while Sammy shut off his camera.

"Alright Hal, go ahead and untie him while I get set up for the next set of pictures.", said Sammy.

"Sure, you go ahead", responded Hal.

As Sammy exited Hector rounded on his littel brother. Hector twisted into a better positon for his brother to untie him. It usually takes about five to ten minutes to set up another set longer if Sammy gets distracted. I think I will go ask him about my shoot tommorow. You can get yourself untied right?" Hector laughed to himself as Hal left the room. Sammy had already told him that Hal's shoot would be a complete reversal of today. Hal would be all tied up and He would get to torture him.

Go Ahead, Bind Me by Kirk

21 photos; 4:23 video

Nathan came up from his workout. The college wrestling champ worked out every night before dinner. It was a long workout. And Nathan was sore. “No pain, no gain.” He went to the frig and got some water. His roommate and team mate and best friend, Roger, was looking at his computer, and laughing his head off.”

“Watch you watching?” Nathan asked.

“This is so stupid. Take a look.”

Nathan came up behind Roger. “That is fucked.” Roger was watching some college school kid in a youtube video called “Bound Wrestling.” This kid was all tied up from his waist up, his arms tied behind his back, he hands tied, ropes circling his chest, gagged with tape, surrounded by three of his team mates, and was kicking himself free from their moves against him.

“That fucking kid is good. What do you think, he is like 19 or something, bound and gagged and still can kick the shit out of his buddies,” Roger observed. “Don’t think I could do that, what about you?” “Fuckin yeah,” Nathan said. “I was tied up so many times by my older brothers when I was a kid and they would try to beat the shit out of me. I always kicked through.” “Did you get out.” “Yup, every time.” “They probably did not want to hurt you, like tied you up like a sissy girl” “They roped the shit out of me. Wanna see? Go ahead, bind me like that kid.”

Roger smiled. He had wanted to tie up his roommate for a year. “Well, there is some rope in the garage. Let me get it!”

Nathan was still wearing his singlet when he presented his arms for a roping. “You can make it as fuckin tight as you want.” Nathan added as Roger returned with rope and tape. He stuffed a rag into Nathan’s mouth and taped it shut. He grabbed his arms, crossed his wrists and bound his hands behind his back. Nathan liked the feel of the rope. It made him feel tough – like when he was a teen.

Roger did some roping around his arms and torso and checked his hands. “There. Beat the shit out of me.” Nathan began to play the part of a kick boxer and shot his kicks against Roger, who darted around the room. Nathan began to sweat at this bound workout. He just missed Roger when he lost his balance, and fell to the floor. He got into a sitting position – breathing heavy from the workout.

Roger jumped him, put his legs into a scissors lock, and tightly bound his ankles. Nathan began to grunt in his gag. “Let me see you get out of that!” Nathan began to squirm and struggle against his bounds as Roger got a beer, sat back and taunted him. “Thought you could break out of anything?” Fuck you,” Nathan mpiffed as he fought the ropes. “Can’t get out?” Let me help you. Nathan expected Roger to begin to untie him and the cold beer looked very inviting, when Roger grabbed some more rope and began to hogtie his feet to his wrists. “Does this help?” he taunted his friend as he tightly bound him. Nathan realized he was in deep shit. There was no way out. He looked at Roger. Roger just sat back. “Anything – my ass. Have a good night bound and gagged.”

Nathan was left roped like a steer, struggling like a madman. Finally, exhausted, he stopped. “It’s going to be a fucking long night,” he figured.

End

Nathen played by Holden

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/19/2007

Lay Back and Enjoy It by Caitiff

24 photos; 6:50 video

The BlackMailer by Caitiff There he lay on my couch, the little punk. He had been so smug and secure, thinking he could black mail me. But now he was the one XXXX out. I handcuffed him to the railing. I tied his feet to the other side. He would be all stretched with only that flimsy cover all between me and my revenge. He stirred a bit. I was ready for that. I took out a nice thick plug gag. I shoved it into his mouth, latching it behind his neck as tightly as I could. He wouldn’t be able to talk or spit it out. He opened his eyes. He shifted, not realising what had happened to him. Once he felt the ropes around his feet and the hand cuffs around his hands he began to struggle. It was futile of course. But it made me happy to see him slowly realise how fucked he was. “Mmmmm?! Mmpphh mmm Mmmaaphammm!”, He tried threatening me at first. Then I could tell he was begging through the gag. I just smiled. I undid the zipper on his cover all. He went commando so all I had to do was strip him down. I exposed his chest, his nice flat stomach and then I saw the beginnings of his pubes. “Mmmm! MmMMM!”, He renewed his struggling and moaning. He had thought he would get the better of me. Now he was my new toy. I could do whatever I wanted to him. I tied his dick to the railing. He wouldn't move too much now. “I decided instead of money I would give you something else instead.” I said as I pulled out his throbbing cock and began to stroke. I began slowly and then sped up. Then slowed down when he was on the edge. The slowed down again. He moaned, “Mmmmmm... mmmmpphh...” in frustration and anger. I would continue this, breaking him slowly. I would keep him on the edge until he begged me to let him get off. I would make him beg to do to him whatever I wanted. He would learn to never cross me again. The End The Black Mailer Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2012

Search and Seizure by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:21 video

Hans walked quickly to his small little apartment. He was running late for that story on police corruption. His editor needed it in the next few hours. But Hands had left one of his files at home. He had just enough time to run back, grab the file and then finish the story. Unfortunately the subject of his investigation had already beaten Hans to his home. Officer Millek was waiting for Hans as the journalist walked through the door. “What the....” Hans blurted out as strong rough hands grabbed him from behind and put him ina head lock. Desperately Hans struggled but slowly everything began to fade to black as he lost consciousness. Officer Millek knew he had to act fast. But first this snoop had to be taken care. Millek took out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffed the unconscious reporter to a chair. Millek repeated the process on his victim’s other hand. Some rope was used on his feet. Hans had his ankles lashed ot the legs of the chair he was cuffed too. The next step was the blind fold. Millek had been careful to grab his victim from behind. Hans would not be able ot identify who attacked him. Millek meant to keep it that way. A bandanna went over the XXXX man’s eyes, blinding Hans. Millek was just finishing up when Hans began to groan. he was waking up. That was fast. “Ohhhhh, wha...hey! Mmmmmpphh!” Hans was cut off by a gloved hand over his mouth. “Mmmmm?! Mmmpphhmmmaammm!”, Hans protested for all the good it did him. Fortunately for Millek, he had planned for this. He grabbed another bandanna and shoved it forcefully into Hans’ mouth. Quickly the cloth was tied around Hans’ head so he could not spit it out. Satisfied that the nosy reporter wasn't’ going anywhere, Millek went to work searching for the file. He tore up the office, the bed room, he even looked in the bathroom. Meanwhile Hans was struggling to get free or at least draw some attention to himself. Hopefully his neighbours would hear him. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Hans grunted. Damn, Millek thought, the guy is making too much noise. Millek would have to show this guy who was in charge. Millek grabbed Hans around his head, forcing his head back. Millek used his other hand ot hold onto Hans at his chest. In his deepest voice, Millek said “Stop if you know what’s good for you.” Sure enough Hans stopped, understanding that his attacker could easily hurt him and here was nothing Hans could do about it. Millek went back to searching and sure enough found it in the kitchen under a coffee cup. Millek grabbed the file and headed to the door. Blindfolded and gagged, Hans had no idea that his big story was walking out the door. The End Hans played by Garrettjan Officer Millek played by Wolfric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/26/2012

Chilling by JMZ

33 photos; 6:54 video

Reality Television by JM The more I think about it the more I get angry. It was my one and only day off in weeks. A I wanted to do was lay around the house and relax. I had been pulling doubles for the past three weeks. Every muscle in my body ached. I woke up to a beautiful morning and sipped my coffee. I turned on the television and began my plan for the day. Daytime television really sucked but I was content just chilling out. As I began to catch up on morning talk trash on the television, a prompt interceded. Some idiot had just robbed a bank and was leading the cops on a high speed chase through downtown. It was on every channel. I sat there watching and wondering how this guy thought he would get away with it. The cops tried every trick in their book to stop him but he just seemed to be one step ahead of them the whole time. It was intense to watch this guy weave in and out of traffic and then exit the freeway for a residential neighborhood. People scrambled to their porches to watch the chase fly by on their street. I sat hoping no one would get hurt but at the same time was dumbfounded as to why they would stand there and watch hen such a dangerous thing was going on. As the culprit made his way through the neighborhood I noticed he was getting closer and closer to mine. The cops could not seem to contain him. I watched as he finally ran out of gas and darted from the car. It was now a foot chase. Suddenly he was out of camera view and the cops seemed to have lost him. He must have ducked into somebody’s garage or something. I watched and waited for something to happen when I heard a loud crash in the other room. I didn’t even have a chance to investigate when a tall man entered my living room brandishing an object. It was the bank robber, holy shit. “Look friend I don’t want to hurt you but as you can see from your TV I’m in a bit of a mess. All I need is a little time to figure my next move so you’ll be having a guest for a while”, he said. “Please mister you can take what you want do what you need to do, but please don’t hurt me”, I pleaded. I could not believe this. I sat here watching this joker cause havoc in the streets and now I’m his prisoner. Now I don’t want to hurt you but I need to keep you on ice for a while until I get my shit together”, he said. On ice I thought? “I’m going to have to tie you up and gag you, it will be uncomfortable but I promise that will the worst of it I need you to get me some rope or tape”, he said. He followed me to the kitchen where I gave him some rope from a drawer. I was terrified. He took back into the living room and began to tie me up. He wrapped the itchy rope around my chest and shoulders. He tied wrists tightly and knotted the rope hard. His he pulled a bandana from his pocket and XXXX it between my teeth. He tied the bandana behind my head and pushed down onto the couch. “MMMMMMPPPPPHHHH”. I whimpered out of fear. I watched as paced back and forth. He looked over at me and decided I wasn’t secure enough for him. He grabbed more rope and began securing my feet. He tightly bound my legs and ankles. I fought quietly against the ropes hoping he wouldn’t notice. He pushed onto my back on the couch and left the room. I lay there scared about what was next. I heard the back door open and shut and then silence. He was gone. I struggled to get to my feet. I thought maybe I could hop to the front door but fell onto my knees .I rolled and grunted as I tried to free myself. I was able to loosen the rope and began to work my way free, when I looked up and saw him standing there again. Oh shit he was still here. “Look friend I told you to keep still, now I have to make you a little more uncomfortable”, he said. He re secured the ropes and wrapped more around my socked feet. He pulled me into a tight hogtie knotting the ropes tighter than before. “MMMPPPHHH”, I squealed in pain. I lay still on the floor as he left the room again. He walked back in carrying my car keys. “I hope you don’t mind friend but I need to borrow your car for a while”, he said. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. Then I realized he would be leaving. “GOMMPPPHH HEAMMPPPPHH”, I said through my gag. He picked up his bag and left. I struggled to break free but my carelessness earlier had made the knots more impossible to loosen. I rolled and fought against my ties and screamed as loudly as I could through the bandana. Suddenly after becoming completely exhausted my eyes focused on the television. They had caught sight of him again, but his time in my car. I watched as the police finally trapped him while at the same time blowing out my new tires. Finally after another hour of struggling I was able to free myself. I went down to the police station to make a report. Thank God I have insurance. The End Date of Production: 11/24/2008

Van

36 photos

Model: Van Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 12/30/2008

Bothered Bear

21 photos; 4:44 video

Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/21/2013

Happy Birthday by Sammy

22 photos; 4:21 video

It was Jason's 33rd birthday and he was absolutely ecstatic. He had gotten exactly what he wanted. At first he was a bit skeptical about the reliability of the web-site. He was even more unsure of the price but here his order was neatly wrapped and delivered the night before he turned 33.
The box was huge, that was to be expected; the contents marked fragile that was also to be expected. Of course the box very heavy, it had to be. Packages like this don't generally come small or cheap.
Jason was almost to excited to open the box, so he waited for a bit.
Then, unable to contain himself anymore, he tore open the massive box and an ocean of packing peanuts poured out. Jason dug eagerly through the packing peanuts until he uncovered his present. There bound up by shoulders, wrist , legs and ankles was a man.
The blue gag and blue and white ropes that held him securely and silently
complimented his blue jeans, t-shirt and white socks.
Jason was overjoyed they got his every specification absolutely correct, right down to his color requests. The bound man struggle futilely against the colorful bondage and
from the look in his eye he still had a bit of fight in him. Yes everything was exactly as Jason wanted.
The eyes of the bound man got bigger when he saw Jason, and he resumed his futile
struggles as Jason spent a great deal of time running his hands all over his chest and ass.
Jason smiled veraciously as he groped and fondled his new toy. Clearly the rope and
gag would have to remain for a few days. It was clear that the bound man would
probably run at the first opportunity.
"Now" said Jason as he hefted the bound man onto his shoulders "its time to show you around your new home. Your going to love it here."

The Present played by Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:01/15/2012

Playing Around by Soft Touc

30 photos; 3:15 video

Mardi Gras!

28 photos

Beefy

31 photos; 2:59 video

Starring: Tony

Videography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/18/2006

The Jock

23 photos; 4:43 video

The Jock played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2017

Bound Rugby by Nick007

22 photos; 3:29 video

This was Mickey's year. He finally made the rugby team after trying out for the past twoyears. He practiced every day to get better and it was worth it. He had just received aphone call from the captain to come downtown to fill out some paper work. The captain
said the whole team would be there to welcome him. Mickey eagerly got in his car and drove to his destination.
He arrived at an privately owned office building with offices to rent. So it wasn't very
crowded with used offices. He rode the elevator to the top floor, walked down the hall, and XXXX on the door. The door opened and it was the captain. (The rest of the team was scattered about the office.) Mickey walked in and shook hands with the captain and the rest of the team.
After some pleasantries and some paperwork, the captain told Mickey to take his shirt off. Mickey was a little confused as to why he would be asked that. “Why do you want me to take my shirt off?” he asked.
“Because we need to take measurements for your uniform.” the captain replied.
“Oh! OK Mickey said while taking his shirt off. He revealed a nice well muscled chest
with tattoos. Very nice to look at. The captain tossed him a pair of very short rugby
shorts and long socks to put on. Mickey did as he was told and put them on.
One of the players walked over and with a piece of rope began to take “measurements”.
Then he pulled Mickey's arms behind his back and began lashing the rope around
Mickey's wrists.
“Ummm what's going on?” Mickey asked.
“No worries bro. This is just Tim's way of measuring you for your uniform.” the Captain said.
“By tying me up?”
“You wanna join our team right?” the Captain asked. Mickey nodded. “Good. Then you do things are way. Now shut up and let Tim do his job.”
Mickey did as he was told, but began to worry more and more as more rope was added around his muscled chest. Other teammates brought in a futon into the middle of the room. “And what is that for?” he asked.
“You know, Mickey, you talk to much.” The Captain said as he shoved a white bandana into Mickey's mouth and tied the to ends behind Mickey's head.
That's when it hit Mickey. He was being hazed. All of his worries just washed away.
Tim the “Tailor” pushed Mickey onto the bed and tied his feet together. Mickey let out a few moans and groans for the team. However the Captain wasn't buying it.
“By now you figured out that we are hazing you.” the Captain said. Mickey nodded.
“Well good. I'd rather you'd believe that and be more cooperative. However the truth is we found out that you are the son of the wealthy president and CEO of the O'Shea corporation. Our team need money. So we are going to keep you hear till Daddy pays up.”
Mickey's heart sank. His father was but a humble farmer. They have him confused with someone else. He tried to talk through the gag but it was no use. They wouldn’t believe anything he said at that point anyways.
“Now you sit tight while we get your daddy on the line.” the Captain said. All of the
teammates left with the captain.
Mickey struggled against the ropes but it was of no use. The more he struggled the
tighter the ropes got. He began getting more and more scared when he thought about what they were going to do him when they find out that he's not the guy they were looking for.
A hour went by and he had still not gotten loose yet. He worked on trying to push the gag out so he could scream for help but just he got it out, the Captain came back into the room and put his hand over Mickey's mouth.
“Shhhh!” he said as he then put the gag back in Mickey's mouth. “So we got a hold of your daddy, and I'm afraid he's not going to pay. He says his son is in his office as they
speak.” He laughed. “What a moron! Doesn’t even realize we just XXXX him. So I guess we are going to have to send him a message. I think one finger ought to do it.”
Mickey screamed through the gag. The gag plus the Captain's hand muffled the scream to a low noise level. “Tim! Bring in the equipment!” he ordered.
Mickey was now trembling with fear. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. In walked Tim holding a cooler, and he walked behind the bed and set it down. The captain was holding Mickey down so he couldn’t see behind him. He heard the cooler open.
“Alright Tim. Open him up.” the Captain ordered.
Mickey flinched when he felt something metal touching his finger. Then a loud noise
followed by silence. Why wasn’t he feeling any pain, Mickey wondered. He looked up at
the Captain, now with a shit eating grin.
“Did you really think there was even an O'Shea Corporation?” he said. All the team
mates walked back into the room laughing with beers in their hands. Tim just opened a beer bottle behind Mickey to scare him. “You were right the first time, Mickey. Nothing but hazing. We got you good.” he said as he moved the gag down from Mickey's lips.
“We've all gone through it.”
It took a moment to let it all sink in, but he laughed. “So can you untie me now?” he
asked.
“Nope.” the Captain said pushing the gag back in. “You got to get out on your own. You see every new member gets hazed this way. Then the next year the newest member gets to do the tying. Unfortunately for you, Tim, has a fetish about tying guys up. So I don’t think you'll be getting out anytime soon. But in the meantime, lets get this party started!”
Someone turned on the radio, someone set up beer pong, and everyone continued to drink more beer while Mickey rolled on the bed trying to get loose. Tim sat on the bed
and assured him that he would teach him all he knows about ropes for next year so he can get his revenge.
“Hell, man. I'll even let you practice tying me up.” Tim said.
Mickey was looking forward to the next year.

Then End.

Model:Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/07/2013

Laundry Day by Josh

28 photos; 3:32 video

Ryan swore. “Just what I need,” he thought, “a few hours to get to work and the damn dryer's broke. Now all my shirts are wet, and I don't have enough time to air dry them.” Ryan was new to the neighborhood, and had only just gotten his new job as a contractor's assistant. His apartment was new as well, a nice, decent little place on the edge of the city proper, it enjoyed both the convenience of being in the city, but some of the quiet of the suburbs as well. He found the rooms spacious, nicely laid out, and all around a decent place to live. With the only exception of the damn dryer was broken almost twice a week. Sighing, he picked up the phone and called his boss, the only person he really knew in this side of town. “Mind if I use your dryer, boss? Machine over here is broken again...”
“Uh, Yeah, come on down. I'll be running errands, but the side door's unlocked. Don't park in the driveway.”
“Thanks, boss.”
Fifteen minutes later Ryan gently let himself into his boss's spacious home in the 'burbs, and lugged his basket of wet laundry down to the basement. He loaded the machine, got it started, and was walking back upstairs to crash on the couch while he waited when he felt a warm breath of air on his bare back, and before he could react a hand had clamped down over his mouth. Eyes open wide, he found himself unable to struggle against the larger man as the was shoved over to the small table used for folding laundry in the corner. Within minutes his hands were pinned behind him and he felt the chill, metallic touch of handcuffs clamp down over his wrists. A hand brushed once through his long, luxurious hair and then he heard a rough male voice say “Sit on the table.”

Panting, he did as he was told, and in doing so tried to sneak a glance at his assailant. He got a strip of duct tape acrossed the mouth for a reward, and moments later he was flipped again, face down on the rough wood of the table, his legs seized, and a thick layer of tape wrapped around his ankles. A firm hand on his back pushed him down into the table. “You've been a good little assistant, Ryan, but now your going to be a good little bitch for me. When I get back from work, that is.” The voice chuckled. “The good news is you have the day off. Oh, and when you struggle, mind the drop, thats a bare concrete floor down there.” The pressure from the hand suddenly released, and Ryan found himself trying to pant for the breath he hadn't realized he'd been denied. By the time he'd managed to regain his breath and his senses, he heard the lock click on the stairwell and then the the garage door open upstairs.

He paused, took a deep breath, and tried with all his might to get his hands down to the tape around his ankles. Realizing the futility of the angle, he wiggled until he was at the edge of the table, and strained his arms down behind his back, and managed to pull his legs up and through his arms so that his hands were now to his front. Panting, he tried the tape again, but with his hands cuffed as they were, he just couldn't get enough leverage to pull the tape off of his jeans and, finally, he pulled his legs back up to the table and lay down, wondering what the afternoon, and his bosses return, might bring.

What's Under the Hood by Kurt

26 photos

            But he had never imagined that anyone would take him instead of the money.  And why were they taking his picture?  His family just ran a little store.  They didn't have any real money to pay a ransom with.  That’s why Casey had to work his way all through college.   Maybe these guys didn't know that.
            All of a sudden the door opened and Dagger and Chuckles came back in with their camera, and neither one of them was smiling.
            “Sorry Country Boy,” Dagger told him.  “But our customer wants to see what you've got under the hood.”
            Under the hood?   Under what hood?  None of this made any sense to Casey.
            Then Dagger’s big hand grabbed the confused Casey by the ropes wrapped around his chest and pulled him up into a sitting position.  And then Dagger’s other big hand palmed Casey’s crotch and began unfastening his belt.
            A completely shocked Casey screamed into his taped-over lips as loud as he could and he began to struggle as he tried to avoid the big hand that was touching him where he had never been touched before.  Then he felt a cool blast of air across his crotch as those big hands ripped open Casey’s jeans and started pulling them down.

            Casey screamed and screamed and shook his head from side to side while he tried to tell these two strangers that he didn't want anyone touching him there.  But the more he struggled and screamed, the easier it was to pull those jeans down over Casey’s legs.
            The heat of a warm blush rose over Casey’s cheeks and brought tears to his eyes.  He didn't want this to happen!  But he couldn't stop those strange hands from twisting his body this way and that, and he couldn't stop that flashXXXX from going off and taking pictures of his most private parts, and he could stop Chuckles from his insane chuckles that were cutting into Casey like a lash.
            And then, just as quickly as it began, the flashXXXX stopped popping and those strange hands pushed Casey back down onto the bed.  By then Casey was almost sobbing and feeling so weak and powerless.
            “Don’t take it so hard, Country Boy,” Dagger advised.  “If our customer likes these pictures, you're going to have a nice soft job inside.  And if he doesn’t like them, you'll still have a job because it takes a lot of hard labor to keep that farm of his looking like an ordinary farm.”
            Casey blinked some tears out of his eyes and then looked up to see Dagger standing over him with what looked like a ball of cotton and a hypodermic needle in his hands.  “Now don’t flinch, this only hurts a little bit, and then you'll be on your way out into the country, Country Boy.”

Casey played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Benched

24 photos

Morning Wood

26 photos; 4:09 video

Model: Mike
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/08/2009

Fast Cash Plan by Latoo

21 photos

Doug needed some fast cash. He had a $500 gambling debt and his creditors were on his back. He wanted to burglarize a house that looked like its owner had money. He didn’t have time to fully plan out the job, so he went over there with a XXXX in hand.
    “Ok”, Doug sighed as he approached the back door. “All I have to do is go in, grab anything of value and get out. This should be easy.”
    It took a minute to jimmy the lock, but Doug managed to break in.
    “Wow”, Doug exclaimed. “This place is a dump. I mean this place is such a mess and this couch.”
    Doug walked over to the couch with the rainbow cover. “Eww”, he sounded disgusted. “Who the hell would get this ugly thing? A rainbow cover really?”
    “I would”, a mysterious voice said behind Doug. Then a mysterious hand pressed a XXXX upon Doug’s neck.
    “Whoa”, Doug shook and almost pissed his pants. “What the hell? Who are you?”
    The man continued to press his XXXX on Doug and answered, “My name doesn’t matter right now. What matters now is what to do with you? You break into my house and criticize my design sense. You got a lot of nerve Mister.”
    “Hey Hey”, Doug tried to stay calm. “You could just let me go. I mean I’m just a stupid kid who made a stupid mistake. I won’t tell anyone that I broke into your house, I promise.”
    “Aw, that so cute the way you beg”, the man said. “Hmm, well I could always call the police and have them haul your ass off in handcuffs.”
He thought for a second and smirked, “But, maybe we can work something else out.” He backed off and spun Doug around.
Doug trembled, “What do you have in mind?”
“Heh heh heh”, the man chuckled. “You are a cute boy. I think we can put this behind us if you do me a favor. Now, turn around and put your hands behind your back”. He grabbed some rope from a nearby table.
Doug was reluctant and asked, “Well, what is it? I don’t like where this is going.”
“Oh”, the man stated. “I could always call the police if you like that route better. “
Doug sighed and turned around and put his hands behind his back.
“Good choice”, the man started to tie Doug’s hands together.
The man wrapped a few layers of rope on each wrist. After that, he wrapped Doug’s upper chest with rope.

  “Please stop”, Doug had second thoughts and pleaded. “I really don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Ha ha”, the man laughed. “You’re in MY house now. You follow my rules. Now be quiet.” He opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a roll of black duct. “Can you guess what happens now?”
“No, no, please stop. I really want to leave now. “Doug begged. “Nooo. MMM”.
Before Doug could finish begging, the man ripped a little strip of tape and gagged Doug.  Doug tried to resist, but the man’s hands were able to place the gag across Doug’s mouth.
“There now”, the man petted Doug’s head. “I am going to have a very good time with you.”
Doug began to cry through his gag. He was scared of what was going to happen next; he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. He kept staring at the door and hoping that the man would turn his back so he could escape.
The man noticed Doug’s stare at the door. “Oh”, he continued. “You want to leave?” He grabbed his rope once again and yelled, “Well, TOO BAD!”
The man XXXX Doug legs together and quickly tied them together.
“MMM!” Doug grunted in pain. He tried to kick the man, but the man’s arms were super strong.
After a few minutes of struggling, the man finally managed to tie up Doug’s legs.
“There”, the man panted out. “You are quite a fighter. This is going to be better than I thought.”
Doug also panted and laid out on the couch. Sweat dripped down his face as he rested for a minute.
The man stood up and started grinning. Doug looked at him questioningly and feared what was going through the man’s mind.
“You know what would make this even better?” the man chuckled. “I know this great store in town that has all sorts of fun sex toys like vibrators.”
Doug’s face almost turned pure white when he heard that. He closed his eyes and wanted his situation to end.
The man pointed his XXXX at Doug and said, “You be good now, little boy. When I get back, we are going to have some REAL fun.” He left the house and shut the door.
Thoughts were racing through Doug’s mind; he thinking about all of the XXXXs that would happen when the man got back. 
“I have got to get out of here.” Doug thought. “If I don’t leave now, oh I just can’t think about it.”
Doug tried to get off the couch, but he was laying down so it was hard. He moved around trying to sit up, but also didn’t want to fall onto the floor. After ten minutes of propping himself up, he managed to get off the couch.
“Finally”, Doug sighed, “Now if I can reach the door without falling.” Doug couldn’t even move his feet because of the tight ropes so he had to hop. He hopped all away across the house until he slammed into the front door.
As he pulled the door handle with his bound hands, he realized that the man locked the door.
“CRAP!” Doug banged his head against the door, “Come on, does it really have to be this hard?”
He grabbed the lock and undid it with his fingers.
Doug hopped out of that man’s house knowing that his fast cash idea failed.
“Next time”, he thought. “I am just going to work overtime for the money.”


Doug played by Van
Photography by Caitiff

Slapped Around

23 photos; 5:05 video

Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2017

Leaving the Office

26 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Marko
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/10/2017