SMOKE BREAK by SoftTouch

30 photos

Tim really liked his new job as a surgical aide at the hospital even though Nurse Barbwire was a slave driver and Tim really hated the hospital’s no smoking policy which meant that he had to find a quiet out of the way place every time he wanted a cigarette.

Tim smiled as he opened the door to an unused office area and slipped inside. Nobody would think to look for him in here. Tim was already reaching for his cigarettes and lighter when he looked up to see two men in the office. One of the men was holding a bag full of hospital supplies and drugs and the other man was holding a concealed item!

“Oh my Gosh!” Tim gasped silently.

Then Tim tried to back out of the office as quietly as he came in, but then the two men saw him.

“Com’ ere Bright Eyes.” The man with the concealed item pointed it right at Tim.

Tim got a real tight feeling in his throat and his legs started to tremble as he walked slowly toward the two men.

“Listen, I just wanted a smoke, and I didn't see anything, and—“

The other man’s big hand clamped tightly over Tim’s mouth.

“What're we going to do with him?”

“I've got my silencer. We could do him right here and nobody would hear nothing.”

“No, that sounds too messy. And he’s too big to smuggle out to the car,” the other man said while his big fingers massaged Tim’s cheeks. “Just how smart are you boy?”

Tim made muffled noises into the palm of the man’s big hand.

Then the man took his hand off of Tim’s mouth and pinched the aide’s chin between his fingers. “What'd you say?”

“I…I didn't see anything. Honest…!” Tim gasped in a whisper.

“Gimme your hands!”

The other man continued you pinch Tim’s chin between his fingers until there were tears in Tim’s eyes while the man behind him pulled Tim’s arms back and then Tim felt sticky tape being wrapped and wrapped around his wrists until his hands were being held tightly together.

“Down on your knees, Bright Eyes,” the Man with the pistol let go of Tim’s chin.

All of the strength went out of Tim’s body as he sank down onto his knees. And then his eyes got really big and his skin started to crawl as he saw that the other man was going to put that dirty tape all over his mouth. Tim didn't like it, but he was too scared to resist as that tape was wound around and around his face until he lips were tightly sealed.

 

 

Then Tim dared to look up from where he was kneeling on the floor and listened while the two men talked in low voices.

“It’s almost two o'clock. That other guy will be waiting with the stuff.”

“All right, we'll give Bright Eyes some more of that tape and then leave him here until we get back.”

The two men came at Tim again with the tape and pushed him down on the floor. “They were going to leave him alone. Maybe he could escape,” Tim thought even while the two man-handled his body roughly and wrapped more and more of the tape tightly around his body. And soon Tim regretted that he wasn't wearing anything under his scrub suit and there was nothing between their rough hands and his tender body except the thin layer of cloth. And pretty soon after that Tim realized that he now had so much of that tape wound around him that the scrub suit had become part of his body as it held him tightly everywhere.

“Remember Bright Eyes, stay smart and stay quiet. We’ll be back.”

The two men slipped quietly out of the office with their loot.

“They'll be back!” Tim’s panicked mind thought again and again. And he didn't want to be here when they came back.

But no matter how much Tim struggled and rolled around on the floor and grunted and groaned behind his taped-over lips, he couldn't find any way to escape from his taped scrub suit or the deserted office where he was a prisoner.

Then the door opened and the two men came back in, now carrying two bags full of stolen stuff. “Hi Bright Eyes, been getting your exercise.”

“We can't leave him out in the open like this,” the other man growled. “Somebody might see him.”

“We can stash him in here.” The other man decided.

Tim craned his head around and saw that the second man was holding open the door to a small closet.

Oh no! Tim hated small places! So Tim tried his best to beg the two men not to put him in there, but the two men just laughed and ignored is muffled whimpers.

Then the bigger of the two men grabbed Tim by the collar of his scrub suit and dragged his bound body across the floor toward the open door.

Then both men man-handled Tim’s trussed body as they stuffed him inside the closet and then closed the door. And the last thing Tim heard for a very long time was their muffled laughter as they walked away and left him in there all alone.

Tim looked around at the small space and the walls all started to close in around him. And then his bound body began to complain about the cramped position that he was sitting in, but there was nothing Tim could do about that. There was no room for him to move, and pretty soon there was no room for him to breathe, and then tears began to well up in Tim’s eyes as he began to wonder what would happen to him if no one found him in here for a very long time.

Then Tim heard footsteps coming toward him. Oh no, they were coming back! They'd changed their minds about letting him live. They were coming back to—

The door to the closet opened and Tim blinked his eyes at the sudden bright lights. And then he looked up to see –

The very unfriendly face of Nurse Barbwire.

“Well Tim, what do you think you're doing, hiding in that closet?”

 

 

THE END

 

Tim played by Danny

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 7/15/2000

Making the Grade by JUSTIN

30 photos; 3:36 video

  My name is Todd and I have just come back from Africa. While there I visited a tribe in the Congo who have perfected a dart that induces XXXX for several minutes. The idea, I was told was not to harm the "Target" just render him harmless. You place the dart in your hand and as the "Target" shakes you hand he is injected with the serum. I intended to test this out by having my former college professor come over for a visit under the guise that I have hired him as my secretary to help with a book I had written on my travels. I found out that he took "part time" positions to help students with their writing problems.

 

You see, it is now PAYBACK time for my Arsehole Professor. He gave me a D for a term paper I wrote on Human Sexuality. I knew he was a "gay Hating" Prick. I intend to find out if his Dick feels the same way.

 

The door bell has just sounded, let my game begin. I quickly opened the door extending my hand. Professor Stone took my hand and began to shake it. I could see the look of recognition in his eyes just before he closed them and sank to the floor. I smiled . He looked so very HOT in his expensive power suit and shoes. I have been going to the Gym for years and at 6ft 4 inches, 220 lbs. had no trouble lifting his suited body off the floor and tossing him over my left shoulder on our small journey to my sofa.

 

I dumped him face down on the sofa, his glasses staying on his XXXX face, I laughed. I had my multicolored ropes and purple gag, red duct tape on the floor next to a chair he was heading for next. I look at his red silk tie and grinned as the red duct tape that was heading for his nasty foul speaking mouth. I fashion statement, I mused. Especially when I print and send those picture's and videos of him all the the Net and the School web site. hahaha

 

I picked him up like a suited rag doll and carried him over to the chair. parking his suited arse I began my process of getting him "BOUND AND GAGGED" Rope around his wrists and just above his elbows. Tape around his ankles over his trousers as not to damage the silk black socks he always wore. A purple dirty bandana with my dried cum in it I stuffed into his mouth. and red tape over it tight, real tight. He was waking up now. Eyes wide with fright. MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF. Relax Prof. Remember me, Prick.? I'm the student you failed 3 years ago. He shook his head no . GGGRRMPPPPPPFFF. hahaha I found this a riot and laughed in his face. The different colored ropes looked very festive. Like he was going to a party of sorts.

I stood him up and with a edge in my left hand ordered him NOT TO FUCKING MOVE. He nodded yes. I unzipped his suited fly and pulled out his Dick which was not hard. I tied a rope around his Nut Sack. I could jerk it hard if he started to piss me off. . I pulled on the rope and made him hop over the my sofa. "Sit the Fuck Down" I ordered, he did as told. I then grabbed the heels of his shoes and stretched him full length . I attached the rope around his Dick to a pulley I had rigged up on the ceiling. His Dick was getting hard. I spit in my right palm and proceeded to Milk My Prof. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I told him that if he mentioned to to the COPS I would find him and "Cut off his Nuts". He squirmed and shook and my right hand moved faster along his Rock Hard Dick. His head jerked side to side as he shot a five spar load. His Cum hitting his shirt and taped chin. "Very Good, Prof. I will give you an A for Cumming" I said. My Cock was dripping pre-cum inside my levi's 501. My silk boxers were sticking to the denim. I unbuttoned and pulled out my Cock. Grabbing a Condom, I quickly put my 9 inches into it. I rolled the Prof. over on the stomach bent over and undid his leather belt, pulling his zipper down. MMMPPPPPPPPFFF. came out of the taped mouth. "I'm gonna take your straight cherry-hole, DRY! no lube. I want you to remember this for a long time. So, with just a bit of my spit on the tip I climbed aboard. He bucked and kicked as I inserted the tip of my COCK, The shout that came from his mouth mouth made me harder. I XXXX the full length of my Cock into his Cherry-hole. Reaching the base I pumped like a fucking wild man. I shot while holding his suited body. What a Trip.

 

I then injected the Prof. with another dart. He was asleep in a moment. I stood up, undid all the rope's and tape binding him. I then stripped him Naked, except for his silk black over the calf socks upon which I emptied my Cum filled condom on. I carried his arse to my van. Re- Taped him/gagging him and I am now going to dump his now fucked arse in front of the Football Jock Frat House. On my cell phone I called the Frat House. When the phone answered I said. " Hey, Dude, There is a bound and gagged Professor on your front lawn the needs fucking and he will service all you men with oral sex." I drove home with a big smile on my Puss.

The End

Professor Stone played by Todd

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2006

CAREER CHANGE by SoftTouch

35 photos

You may call me The Specialist since that is what my employers call me. I work for a very private research firm that does not seek any publicity. Let us just say that they do research and development in areas that most people are better off not knowing about. My own particular vocation lies in the area of obtaining the laboratory subjects required to further my firm’s research in certain biological areas.

Today’s subject is Erik Diek, a physical education instructor at a local health club who is unaware that he is about to undergo a career change. See him now thumbing through the nicely illustrated little brochure we sent him. The contents of the brochure are unimportant, but each page has been treated with a special chemical that is absorbed through the skin. Once absorbed, this chemical has the ability to make the subject “more manageable” shall we say.

Yes, you can see it working now. First he will feel a little drowsy, and then his body will begin to weaken, and then he will fall into a pleasant insensitive XXXX. The XXXX will last only a short time, but the weakness will persist long after he wakes up.

Time for me to get to work now. After dealing with many such subjects, I know that he will not be receptive to this career change at first. In fact some of my subjects react quite violently so, over a period of time, I have developed this special means of binding them securely without actually hurting them or damaging them in any way.

Oh, see he is starting to wake up now. This is the tricky part. We don’t want him to alert the neighbors, do we?

“That’s right, Mister Diek, open wide now.”

“What--? Who--? Let go of—Mmmph…!”

“There, that’s better, now we'll just fasten it like this.”

Erik Diek thought that he was having a nightmare. All of a sudden he was discovering that his body was all bound up, there was a strange man in dark glasses standing over him, and now this big sponge rubber ball was being shoved deep into his mouth. Erik tried to squeal into the big rubbery gag and he tried to struggle against the cords that were bound all over his body, but now he felt so weak and strange. His body felt like he was under water and when he tried to move his arms and legs it felt like they were moving in slow motion and being held back by the water that was all around him.

Erik began to panic and squeal and he thrust his tongue against the soft rubber intruder, trying to push it out of his mouth, but all of a sudden the dark intruder’s hand was clamped over his mouth and a cold whisper came into his ear.

“Now, now Mister Diek, don’t try to spit out your gag. If you do, I have much more permanent ways of keeping you quiet.”

The cold whisper sent a cold shiver down Erik’s back. What did this man want?

“That’s better, now lie still. There are a few things I need to check out.”

Erik looked up to see his own frightened face in the reflection of the intruder’s dark glasses. And then he watched as the intruder’s big hands descended onto his chest. Erik gasped and tried to turn his body away, but his body was in no condition to resist as those big impersonal hands ripped his shirt to shreds and exposed the matching silver nipple rings that Erik was wearing.

“Nice jewelry, do you have any more,” the strange intruder chuckled.

Erik squeezed his legs together and began praying that the intruder wouldn't rip his shorts off, too. There was no telling what this man would do if he found the third piece of Erik’s matching silver rings.

Suddenly, the intruder’s big hands closed over Erik’s pecks and squeezed hard.

“Mmmiiike! Mmmop! Mmop, mease!” Erik squealed into the juicy ball.

“You can feel that?”

Erik nodded his head and splashed tears down over his cheeks.

“Interesting. Most of my subjects have been quite insensitive to pain at this point. Oh well, one more thing for the lab boys to check out.”

“Lab, what lab…?” Erik’s dazed brain was working so sluggishly.

“No matter, I will just have to give you something pleasant to smell to calm you down before we start your IV. By that time your transportation will be here.”

Erik watched with wide disbelieving eyes while The Specialist took out what looked like a bird’s nest of cotton and gauze and began dripping some liquid from a small bottle onto it. Erik shook his head from side to side and swallowed the drool that was building up in his mouth while he watched that sweet-smelling bird’s nest coming closer and closer to his face. This had to be a nightmare, it just had to be!

“Tell me, Mister Diek, have you ever considered a career in laboratory research?”

Erik Diek screamed and screamed into the spongy ball as the damp cotton nest settled over his face and fogged up his eyes with the power of its sickly sweet fumes, but no one could hear him, no one at all.

 

 

THE END

 

Eric Diek played by Brett

 

Photography by The Darkroom

Date of Production: 1/29/2000

***Socks

15 photos

Model: Patrick

 

Photography by Caitiff

FRAT ATTACK! by SoftTouch

26 photos; 3:20 video

If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. All young Frat Boy Carstairs had been thinking about was the fun party the Omega’s were throwing tonight as he hurried to get dressed. Then he got a phone call from his friend Murphy. There was some kind of problem and Murphy wanted to meet him early at the party house and he was supposed to use the back door. Carstairs couldn’t let a fraternity brother down so he hurried over to the house. It wasn’t until he was coming in through the back door of the party house that he began to think that Murphy’s voice on the phone had sounded a little strange.

All of a sudden Carstairs heard a footstep behind him and he started to turn around. “Murph…? Is that you?”

Something that felt like a sock full of sand exploded against Carstairs’ neck just below his ear and the next thing he knew there were bright colored lights flashing in front of his eyes and the floor was rushing up to meet him just before everything went black.

Some time later Carstairs opened his eyes and immediately closed them again because there was a throbbing pain coming from the side of his neck. Then he began to feel other things, starting with the ropes that seemed to be everywhere. His hands were tied behind him, his ankles were tied together in front of him, and there were more ropes biting into his arms and his neck.

“What the hell’s going on here!” he yelled, but no words escaped from his mouth because now he could feel more than see the heavy duty strips of colored tape that had been used to weld his lips together so that he could only breathe through his nose.

Fear began to work its way outward from the pit of Carstairs’ stomach to his thighs and his chest as he realized that he was really trapped and, more than that, this wasn’t some kind of prank. Whoever hit him and tied him up had been serious. And before long, they would be coming back!

Fear became panic as Carstairs strained at the ropes and rolled around on the floor trying to find some way to get free. But the strong ropes wouldn’t let him go. They just kept biting deeper and deeper into Carstairs tender skin until he had little tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. And then he heard footsteps.

Carstairs looked up from the floor and saw Randy and Quirk towering over him. They belonged to a different fraternity and Carstairs didn’t know them very well, but he held out his arms to them and begged behind his tape-welded lips for them to untie him.

Randy and Quirk laughed at him. “Carstairs you’re just as dumb as you’re gullible,” Quirk made a face to show what an idiot like Carstairs looked like.

“Yea man, don’t you know that we know that it was you and that Murphy and his buddy Angelo who tagged the Delta Phi House last week?”

“Yea and getting that paint off the walls and out of the rugs was a real bitch for our pledges!” Quirk whined.

“Well we already got Murphy stashed in a room upstairs and now we got you.”

“And as soon as your buddy Angelo shows up,” Quirk laughed, “We’re all going to a much different party.”

“You bastards better let me go!” Carstairs thrashed about and screamed into the tape like an angry cat.

“Oh my, you’re really brave with all your clothes on,” Randy teased. “But once we peel your clothes off, I don’t think you’re going to be so tough!”

“Yea,” Quirk sneered. “We got all kinds of fun games planned for you. Games like Who’s Touching Me Now?”

“And Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow,” Randy laughed.

“Don’t forget Bobbing for Hot Dogs. That’s the one I’m really looking forward to.” Quirk grabbed a handful of his big crotch to show Carstairs the kind of hot dogs he was taking about.

Carstairs felt sick. In all of his eighteen years he had never heard of guys doing anything like that together. Then Randy made it even worse by petting Carstairs’ soft hair like he was a dumb puppy and pushing him back down on the floor.

“Now we want you to lie real quiet here. Don’t even think of spoiling Angelo’s surprise for him.”

 

 

Then Randy and Quirk walked off and left the bound and gagged Carstairs lying on the floor. And then he heard them say as they were walking away—

“Are you sure that rag-stuff you made is going to work?”

“Sure, I tried it on myself last night. Just a few drops on a handkerchief and you go out like a light.”

And then Carstairs heard a door open and footsteps coming toward him.

“Hey Carstairs, you in here?”

It was Angelo! Carstairs began to feel sick. First of all because there was no way he could warn his friend about the trap that had been set. And secondly, there didn’t seem to be any way to escape from going to a very different kind of party tonight.

 

 

 

THE END ?

Model: Early Ray

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/ 2005

Rough and Tumbled by Kurt

29 photos; 8:08 video

"What the hell do you guys want?" Tad asked, as he was manhandled.

He was blindfolded, with his hands tied tightly behind his back. He had been on his way

to the game but his car wouldn’t start. As he bent over inspecting the engine, two men

had come and grabbed him. The blind fold meant he saw nothing. Tad could only guess

where they took him after they threw him into what felt like a van or truck.

"Never you mind, kid," one of the men replied, "Let's just say some people don't want

your team to win today, so we're gonna babysit ya for awhile. Don't give us any trouble

and you'll be OK."

The rest of the trip was made in silence except for Tad grunting as one of the men

held Ted’s hands behind his back.

Finally the van stopped and both men hustled Tad, still blindfolded, off into a

building. Tad could only mumble at his ill treatment as one of the men kept his

hand firmly over Tad’s mouth.

Apparently at where ever the men wanted to be, Tad was XXXX to the ground,

both men keeping their combined weight on top of him.

"You assholes! Get offa me!" , Tad shouted when the hand gagging him was removed.

Tad’s hands were XXXX back behind his back. Tad could feel rope being wound around

his wrists, bind his hands tightly. Though he strained his wiry muscles, the XXXX

rugby player could not break free of the bondage he was being XXXX into.

The Second man spoke up after Tad’s hands were securely bound.

"Get his feet tied, quick, and shut him up!"

Tad tried to kick with his muscular legs. However he felt a coil of rope tighten around his

socked ankles. As with his hands, the men were none too gentle with the rope.

"OUCH! Dammit, that hurts!" Tad complained as the ropes were knotted.

"I told you, shut him up!"

Before Tad could complain, a rolled bandanna was XXXX into his mouth and tied tightly

behind his head.

“Mmmpphh!”, Tad grunted in protest through the tight cleave gag that now filled his

mouth. Despite his obviously helpless state, Tad continued to struggle against his

bonds. Unfortunately this only made Tad’s predictament worse. His men decided

to make their captive even more helpless.

“Here’s some rope. Hog tie the son of a bitch!”, Tad heard one man say to the

other. Sure enough, Tad’s knees were XXXX to bend and rope was secured between

ted’s hands and feet so that the rugby player was now in a tight little hog tie on the hard

floor.

“Mmm!”, Tad continued to moan, for all the good it did.

"OK, that should hold him," one of the voices said.

Tad grunted and struggled, but the ropes held firm. He was the goalie for the college

Rugby team, and he'd never missed a game. How would he explain his absence to the

coach?

Worse, what would his men do to him. He got an idea soon after he had been

struggling bound and gagged on the floor.

“Wow, those jocks sure keep fit. Too bad they're always so full of themselves.”

“Yeah. Wearing those tight little shorts, you’d think they were trying to tell us something”

“Mmmmm!”, Ted grunted as hand slapped his buttocks and then began to squeeze.

“Well we got a day or two to kill and the boss only said to not damage him. He didn’t say

nothing about anything else.!”

“Mmmmnnnn!”, Was all Tad could say. He expected to have a rough day but this was

not what he had had in mind.

The End

Tad played by Taylor

man One played by Craig

man Two played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:04/10/2010

Filed Away by Fidelis

32 photos

"You’re sure this is going to work, Frank? You’re sure?"

"Oh shut your mouth and stop bellyaching. It’s gone just like I said it would so far, hasn’t it? Grabbing this guy was a piece of cake, and that was the hard part. They’ll cough up that file pretty damn quick once they see that we’ve got golden boy. And once we have that info we’re safe. They won’t dare go after us. The fucking idiots don’t know what they’ve got, but we know what’s in that file, don’t we Nicky? And once we have our hands on the file, we’ll have some fun with golden boy. That will be an added bonus, won’t it, Nicky? "

"Yeah, yeah, Frank, we sure do know what’s on that file! We’re going to be rich, aren’t we? And yeah, I wanna have some fun with the lawyer – I never get anything cute like him. "

Kyle decided that it was time to stop playing possum. He had heard enough. Piece of cake indeed! It might have been a piece of cake for these two goons, but he could still feel the pain radiating from his groin where one of them had kneed him, and he his head was still aching from the pistol whipping he had received. Sure it had been easy for them! Two big beefy goons armed with concealed itemss jumping an innocent, unsuspecting lawyer. THEY hadn’t been trussed up, gagged, blindfolded and stuffed into the trunk of a car, wrapped up in a smelly old blanket. No, it was Kyle who had suffered such indignities. Now he here was, tied to a chair, still gagged and blindfolded, at the mercy of these two, who were after some kind of file. It was time to make his presence known.

"MMMMPHHHHMMM? GGGMEXCUSEMMEEE?"

"Hey, Frank, the lawyer is awake. What are we going to do now? Huh?"

Just cool it, Nicky. You let me take care of everything."

"Welcome back, Mr. Lawson. I was starting to wonder if that little love tap I had given you might have been a bit too hard. It’s good to see that you’re awake. Now we can get down to business."

LOVE TAP, Kyle thought indignantly. The idiot had practically fractured his skull! He would sue his ass when he got out of this mess. Assault, battery, unlawful confinement – the list just went on and on.

"You listen to me very carefully, Mr. Lawson. Your firm has something that we want, and we have something that they want. YOU! So we’re going to do a little trade. Your company gives us the file, and they get you back in return. How does that sound to you?"

Yeah, right, Kyle thought. These goons want some nameless file, one of possibly thousands we have, and they’ll let me loose. I notice that he left out the part about having fun with me.

"GGGMMMWHATMMFILE? "

"Don’t play cute with me, you dumb fuck. You know exactly what file we want!"

Kyle rolled his eyes behind his tape blindfold. This was just his luck – to get XXXX by two fools who were obviously missing a few bricks from their load. He just hated dealing with amateurs. His mind was racing over any recent business the firm had picked up that might possibly interest these two. He came up with a blank. Nothing. Zilch. A bit fat zero.

"GGGUKNOWMMMNNNOOIDEAMTALKINGMBOUT!"

"Sure you don’t! Who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with? I’m not stupid. You legal guys are all the same; a bunch of slimy bastards. Well, we’re gonna get what we want, or your boss is going to start get little bits and pieces of you in the mail. An ear here, a toe there. So you better hope and pray that he gives us that file."

"MMMWWWHHHHAAATTTFILE?’

"Ah, shut up. You got the note, Nicky?"

"Yeah, here it is, Frank. It’s a good note, isn’t it?"

"Nicky, not the FLY! The file! F-I-L-E."

"Ooops, sorry, Frank. I’ll make a new one."

"Never mind. I’ll do it."

"Say cheese, Mr. Lawson. That’s right, give us a big smile. Hahahaha. "

"Frank, Frank! Take one of me with the XXXX against his head. That’ll really scare them, won’t it, Frank?’

"Yeah, that’s a good idea, Nicky. "

Kyle gulped as he felt something hard and cold pressed against his temple. That was all he needed, a XXXX in the hands of the dimwitted one. He just hoped that this Nicky didn’t get too excited and pull the trigger by mistake.

"There, these pictures are real beauties. I’ll just download and send them off to your boss, along with a nice little message. We should get what we want real soon, and then your firm will get their golden boy back again. More or less in one piece. "

Kyle shuffled in the chair. Hours had passed, and his butt was getting sore from sitting on the hard seat. He tested the ropes that bound him to the chair. They were still tight, but he could feel a little give in the ropes around his ankles. He had been wiggling around as much as he could, trying to keep the circulation flowing. In the meantime he had been listening to the moronic flow of chitchat between his two captors, and to the sounds outside of the building in which he was being held. He knew, within a block, where he was. The clanging of the bells of Old St. Mary were unmistakable. He was probably on Newport St. , in the one of the rundown old houses that hadn’t yet been renovated. If he only he could get free of these ropes, help was just steps away. Typical of these yahoos to have a hideout just a block away from a police station!

"How’s it going, Lawson? We haven’t heard a peep from your firm yet. You better hope that they deliver pretty soon, or I’m going to have start sharpening my knife. Whaddya think about that?"

"GGGMFUCKUGGMMDIMWIT! GUMMURRDUMBMMBUDDYTOO!"

"What are you saying, you sack of legal shit? You say that to me again, buddy!

"OUCH!"

Kyle yelped as the tape was ripped off. That hurt! It felt as if half the hair from the XXXXe of his neck had been torn out. But his gagged taunting had had the desired effect. His mouth was free! He couldn’t believe that this bozo could be so dumb. Kyle tried to get the saliva flowing again, as he worked his stiff jaw. This opportunity couldn’t be missed. He took a deep breath.

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY, HELP MPPPPPHHHHHH!"

" You dumb shit, you are in such big trouble. You’re going to be real sorry you did that."

Kyle mumbled behind the big, meaty hand that was clamped over his mouth. His teeth found flesh, and he bit down as hard as he could. He gave a sigh of relief as the hand was removed, a sigh of relief that was cut short as something hard, metallic and greasy was shoved into his mouth.

"Yeah, suck on that, golden boy. Take it down real deep – it’s gonna be good practice for you. Believe me, you’re gonna have something a lot bigger and a lot harder shoved down your throat before long, because of that stupid stunt. Maybe I should XXXX all of your teeth out right now, and do you a favour. Nah, MS-13 will pay good money for you in one piece. They’ll use you until you’re just a piece of raw meat. Fuck your firm – they won’t get their golden boy back until he’s be turned into a cheap crack whore."

Kyle gurgled around the XXXX that was stuck down his throat. Hmm, perhaps he wasn’t so smart after all. He XXXXd and sputtered as the XXXX was pulled out of his mouth. Before he could say anything else, more tape was wrapped around his head. He sobbed in pain as his hair was grabbed and his head was pulled back. He felt something strike his temple and stars exploded in front of his taped eyes.

Kyle shook his head and groaned. Getting whacked in the head twice in one day was not going to do his brain one bit of good. He tilted his head to one side, trying to catch the conversation in the next room.

"Yeah, yeah, a real prime piece of Anglo meat. Real hot, and probably still a cherry. Yeah, yeah, OK. We’ll meet you in ten. Nah, don’t worry. He’s still out of it. He isn’t going anywhere. Yeah, yeah, sure. Once we come to terms, you get to sample the merchandise. Cool, Jesus, see ya in a bit."

Kyle let his head slump back down on his chest. These two-bit goons were going to sell him to a gang! He wondered what had happened to the file that they had been so excited about it. They were so dumb that they hadn’t figured out that if they got rid of their bargaining chip, they weren’t going to get what they wanted. But that was the least of his worries right now. He pretended to be XXXX as he heard the floorboards squeaking. He stayed XXXX as he his cheeks were slapped.

"Yep, still XXXX like a baby, Nicky. Let’s go meet Jesus and his boys. We’ll come back here and have a party."

Kyle heard the door slam shut. He started straining against the ropes that held him captive. He rocked back and forth, trying to produce some slack in the ropes around his chest. He felt the chair start to tip over.

"MMOHFUCK!"

Kyle lay stunned, the fall making his head ache even more. Then he noticed that the rope around one ankle was loose. Hmm, if he could just get his feet free he could still get out of here. The chair he was tied to was flims; if necessary he could walk out of here with the chair still tied to his back.

Fear gave Kyle strength. His two captors might be a couple of dimwitted morons, but he knew about MS-13, and he didn’t want to make the acquaintance of any of their members. They hated cops the most, and then lawyers. He had to get out of here before they arrived. He shuddered as he thought of what they would do to him.

One ankle was almost free! Alleluia! Now he had to get the other foot loose. He wriggled like a mad man, feeling the sweat soaking into his shirt. He managed to grab the rope that encircled his thighs. He must have loosened an important knot, because he could feel a lot of slack in that rope, too. Thank God the goons hadn’t tied his hands behind his back! Working feverishly, Kyle got his feet and thighs completely free. Now came the fun part. Would he able to get to his feet from this awkward position? Using all of his strength, he managed to turn himself over. If he could get to his knees he had a chance. Success!

Kyle staggered to his feet, his upper body still tied to the chair. He knew the layout of these old houses. He turned towards the sound of the traffic and tottered forward. He found the door, and tried to maneuver his body so that his hands could reach the doorknob. He almost wept in frustration as his numb and sweaty hands found the knob, but couldn’t grasp it. He tried again and again, and finally succeeded. Luck was on his side. The idiots hadn’t even bothered locking the door. He staggered onto the front stoop, hearing the exclamations of passers by. He was safe!

THE END

Kyle played by Steve

 

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 3/5/2000

Hanging Out

20 photos; 4:14 video

Model: Hector
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/03/2016

FROG ATTACK! by SoftTouch

27 photos

No one was supposed to know about this secret naval base at Montford Castle, never mind being here, but all of a sudden there they were. Two men in strange frogman outfits unlike any Gary had ever seen before. Gary tried to duck back out of sight, but they saw him. There was a quick flurry of heavy blows all around Gary's head and shoulders and then his lights went out.

When Gary woke up again he found himself in one of the old side rooms of the castle that no one ever used. His wrists had been lashed behind him and there were more ropes digging into his dungaree's crisscrossed over his arms and crotch. And now his mouth was tasting like cotton for some reason. It took Gary another few moments to realize that his handkerchief had now been tied between his teeth and some heavy duct tape had been plastered over his lips to keep him quiet.

Then Gary's vision cleared and he saw one of the strange frogmen standing in front of him. Gary cursed into his gag and lunged at the man in the rubber outfit, but the big man grabbed Gary by his face and shoved him back into a chair. Gary didn't like it, but it was hard to fight with your hands tied behind your back. And there wasn't very much he could do to stop his captor from lashing his ankles to the legs of the chair. Then his captor laughed as he went out and closed the door.

Gary listened to be sure that the frog guy was really gone. Then he began to struggle against the tight ropes that were binding his wrists and arms.

He tried and tried, but it was no good. Those ropes were too strong.

And then Gary heard a loud crash outside the door like someone had dropped a heavy crate on the floor. And then he heard a lot of loud cursing. And then the door opened and the frogman came back in. Gary tried pleading behind his gag for the frogman to untie him, but the frogman just laughed at him and then tied a folded cloth over Gary's eyes so that he wouldn't see the frogman leave.

 

 

The frogman then walked softly over to the door, eased it open and then closed it tight after he slipped out of Gary's cell. Gary couldn't see him, but with his eyes covered, his ears could easily hear him sneaking off and Gary smiled against the tape over his mouth. He had to get out of here!

Gary started struggling against his arm ropes again, but then he happened to move his foot and felt how loose the rope was there. He moved his foot a little more and he could feel the rope loosening and slipping away from the chair leg. That frogman was no sailor!

In another few moments Gary had the ropes around his ankles lose enough so that he cold just slip out of them. Then he stood up and listened carefully. He heard no sound. So then he began inching his feet toward where he thought the door was until his toes finally touched the wall.

 

 

Gary leaned forward until he could feel the door against his head. Then he rubbed his head up and down against the door until he finally managed to rub the blindfold up off of his eyes. Yes, he was alone!

Gary put his ear to the door and listened carefully. He couldn't hear anybody on the other side of the door, but they might be there, just waiting for him. Gary decided that he had no choice. He lifted his leg and kicked the door just as hard as he could.

Then he dashed out into the hallway, ready to do battle if he had to.

But no, he was alone. He didn't know which way those frogmen went, but Gary knew where he had to go.

It was time to call out the Marines!

 

THE END

Gary played by Drew

 

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 1/23/2003

Football Fan

20 photos; 7:01 video

Football player: Dean
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/17/2016

Waiting by Caitiff

11 photos

    The plan was fool proof, Tony had been told. Meet his hook up with the wire under his shirt. They incriminate themselves, the cops come in and Tony avoids a very lengthy vacation at Rykers.

Maybe Tony had been too nervous. Maybe the wire had shown thorough his shirt somehow. Tony couldn't’ say and his buddies never said a word. They just pulled out a concealed item to cover him while they taped Tony’s mouth with black tape.

Tony’s short was ripped off exposing the wire. It was carefully removed while the gang made small talk to cover up the fact that they had discovered the plan. They frisked Tony and to be thorough even took his shoes and wallet.

Tony began to sweat his situation. The cops still thought everything was fine. His former criminal friends could do anything anything they wanted to him and the cops would never know.

The thugs tied him to a chair with clothesline. Rope was knotted and twisted around Tony’s body, binding him tightly. The ropes around his wrists bit into his skin, rubbing them raw.

The thugs left Tony to himself. Beads of perspiration ran down his brow and into his eyes. His hands tied, he could do nothing as as the salty sweat got into his eyes. Tony struggled against the ropes as much as he dared. Tony knew if he struggled to much the gang could decide to off him right there. There was s a thousand ways they could have killed Tony. Gagged as he was, he wouldn't’ even be able to beg for his life. The cops wouldn’t know until it was too late.

Vainly Tony tried ot wiggle his jaw to loosen his gag. But the tape was far too tight and sticky.

One of the gang came back in to check up on Tony, tightening the ropes even further.

“Mmmppphhh!” Tony moaned pitifully. The gag made his begging into unintelligible moans. Tony’s captor made no indication he understood or even cared.

A clock on a wall ticked repeatedly. It had already been an hour! What were the cops waiting for? Surely they had figured out something was wrong by now.

Tony strained to hear what was going on in the next room. The small talk had stopped. Was that the sound of a car?

It was! The thugs were leaving. I might make it out of this yet, Tony thought. All he had ot do was wait for the cops to come rescue him.

Any minute.

The clock showed that another thirty minutes had passed with Tony still tied up and gagged in the house. Then an hour. Then two hours.

“Mmmmmmm!”, Tony grunted in frustration. It was great that he wasn't’ going to die but he also didn't’ want to spend the whole day bound and gagged either. Where were the cops?

Of course Tony had no way of knowing that the gang had taken off in a car, leading to a high speed chase. The cops, assuming that Tony was with the criminals as an insurance plan, never checked the house.

Tied to a chair, his mouth taped, Tony didn't’ get free until six hours later when the cops caught the gang.

 

The End

Model: Matt

Photograpy by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 12/ 05/ 2008

BON VOYAGE!!! by John

36 photos

Jimmy was very happy that he was getting ready to get out of the Navy. He had served his country well as a Seaman for the last 4 years. So his captain had given him a bottle of wine to drink in celebration the day before his scheduled departure. Jimmy sat on the steps of his barracks building just XXXX the bottle of wine and thinking about the good times he had had in the Navy. All the hot guys that he had “messed” around with in the showers and all the other guys in jockstraps running around the barracks. He wouldn’t miss the meals AT ALL though.

As Jimmy drank the last remaining drops of the bottle he started to stand up, but soon realized that he was WAY too XXXX to stand on his own and immediately fell back down on his ass on the stairs. Jimmy then XXXX. This had been the plan all along.

You see…Jimmy was always the straight laced guy of the company. Wasn’t really adventurous, or went out to the topless bars with the other guys on their leave. (Little did they know that Jimmy was a big homo!) Don’t Ask Don’t Tell!!

After Jimmy was fully XXXX the guys in his company grabbed him and pulled him back into the barracks for a little “going away present.” They tied Jimmy up and sat him in a chair and started to take pictures of him with a Polaroid so that he would have some photo memories of his last day there with Bravo company. Well the other guys had gotten tired on waiting for Jimmy to wake up from being XXXX, and so they went to the mess hall to eat dinner. While they were gone Jimmy awoke and found himself in the situation he was in. He wondered what the hell was going on. He was still in his Navy outfit and he was tied up sitting in a chair. He started looking around and noticed that he was in the Barracks. So he didn’t freak out too much. As he knew now that the guys were probably playing a trick on him he thought he would play one back on them and try and escape before they returned. He looked at the clock on the wall and it said 5:27p.m. Jimmy knew that he had exactly 33 minutes to get out of the ropes.

Jimmy started twisting and turning and he could only feel the ropes getting tighter around him. That didn’t work he thought to himself. So he stood up and hopped over to the drawers and thought that he might get lucky and find a edge in one of the commons area drawers. He searched and searched but never did find one. Jimmy lost his balance and went tumbling down to the ground with a big THUD.

While Jimmy was on the floor he began to struggle more and more. Working the ropes and trying to get them to give way. It’s a good thing that Jimmy had a bondage buddy back home and had a lot of practice at escaping bondage. Jimmy and his friend played at least once a week back Fargo. Jimmy couldn’t wait to get back there again either, but he might not have to go so soon now that he had had this experience on his last night in the Navy.

Jimmy finally loosened up the ropes around his hands and then he could eventually get all the other ropes untied and loosened so that he could slip out of them all.

Now free from his ropes…Jimmy waited to see who his first new bondage buddy would be, when he got his REVENGE!

The end?

 

Jimmy played by Johnny

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

My Captain, My Captain by Fidelis

35 photos

“Get a move on, Captain Richards. You’ve already made me waste a lot of time. If you keep this up, you’re really going to piss me off. And believe me, you don’t want to get me pissed off. If you remember, I’m the one who has anger management issues."

"GGGFUCKINMMSWWABBIEE! MMCOURMARGGGHTIALFORMU!"

The stud captain tried to twist away from me once again. I had one arm wrapped around his chest, holding him close to my body. I put my free hand between his legs and squeezed, hard. His gagged howls were music to my ears. Strange that he hadn’t learned that every time he struggled, I was going to do the same thing. One would almost think that he liked it. I knew that I liked it – I could feel myself becoming as hard as rock as I pressed myself against the Captain’s muscular butt while I squeezed his nuts. Oh yeah, this was great. Someone said that revenge was a dish better eaten cold, but this revenge was going to be red hot. I didn’t care what they did to me afterwards – I had Captain Richards under my control, and I was going to enjoy every minute of the time we spent together. The Captain might have a different view of things, but I didn’t care. I had spent enough time in the brig – what difference would a few more years make? That is, if they caught me.

"GGGUMMGONNAMBBEINSUCHMMBIGMMFUCKINGMMTROUBLE!"

"Oh yeah, Captain. I know – but right now you’re in a lot of trouble yourself. Now get down those fucking steps. Oh, you want a little more ball squeezing? OK, you’ll give what you want!"

"GGGGGMMMMMAHHHHHH!"

I finally managed to get Captain Richards down the stairs and to the hideout that I had prepared. I was sweating buckets by this time – hauling the Captain around was hard work, and combining that with my rampant lust was a sure recipe for sweat. The Captain made one last break for it. I slammed my fist into his stomach, knocking him backward into the chair that I had brought down into the cellar. He threw his head back and howled through his gag. He was making a lot of noise for someone who had his mouth stuffed and taped.

"How do you like those socks, Captain? I wore for them a week just for you! I bet they’re nice and tasty."

The Captain shot me an evil look and mumbled something through his gag.

"Sorry Captain Richards, sir. I couldn’t understand you. You’ll have to speak up."

"GGGMMFUCKYOU!"

"Tsk tsk, Captain. Is that the way you were trained to talk to your subordinates at Annapolis? "

Richards roared through his gag and sprang out of the chair. A knee to his groin subdued him quickly enough. I whipped out more rope out of my pocket and tied it around his legs and his ankles. I didn’t want him wandering around while I went back to his car. I had a few goodies in trunk that I needed to collect. It had been impossible to carry them while I was lugging the Captain around.

It took me just a couple of minutes to get what I needed, but I paused at the top of the stairs when I returned, to take in the comedy that was being enacted below me. I had to admit the Captain had guts. It was funny though, to watch him as he tried to escape. Funny and arousing. I was rubbing my crotch as I saw him heave himself out of the chair. For a moment he teetered – I was afraid that he was going to fall over and smash his face into the concrete floor. That was something that I didn’t want to happen – I wanted the stud in one piece. He managed to regain his balance and started shuffling across the floor. I had left just a bit of slack in the rope binding his ankles, and this allowed him to mince along, very slowly. I had to bite tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. How I wished that I had this on camera, but I wasn’t that stupid. There was no way that I was going to leave around incriminating evidence like that. If I played my cards right, I could have my cake and eat it too. I could hear the Captain panting and groaning through his gag. I bet that that sock tasted foul. I hadn’t been kidding the captain; I had been wearing that sock for a week. Its mate was in my bag of goodies, along with a pair of boxers that I had worn for the same period of time. I wanted to give Richards a variety of gags, and these would be perfect. Finally, I tired of the charade.

 

 

"Hey, Captain! Planning on going somewhere?"

The Captain turned and stared at me. If looks could kill I would have dropped down on the spot. He snarled something inaudible through his gag.

"Temper, temper, Captain. If you’re not careful I might think that you have an anger management problem, just like me. And that wouldn’t be a good thing, would it? Now, here’s the deal, Captain Richards, SIR! I’m going to untie you, and then you are going to do exactly what I tell you to do. If you disobey me in the smallest way, I’ll blow out one of your kneecaps, or maybe I’ll take out your balls. You know I’m an excellent shot. Do we have deal?"

I could see fire spitting out of Richards’ eyes. He really hated not being in control, especially when one of his lowliest subordinates was the one giving him orders. Finally he grunted and nodded his head.

"Good move, Captain, good move. OK, now that I’ve untied you, I want you to strip. Take it all off, Captain, nice and slow."

 

 

"GGMFUCKMUUPUNK! GGNNOWAYMMIM…"

"Captain, I thought we had a deal. Is it going to be your balls or your clothes? "

Reluctantly Richards started removing his clothes. I nearly blew on the spot as he undid his shirt and pulled off his white undershirt. Then came his shoes and socks. Finally he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers.

"EVERYTHING! Don’t stop there!"

Finally my prize stood in front, trying to cover his genitals with his hands.

"Tut tut, that won’t do, Captain. Let me see those family jewels of yours. Oh nice, very nice indeed. Now turn around and put your hands behind you."

My tongue was practically dragging on the floor as I quickly tied Richards’ hands behind him. I added a little extra, almost bursting out of my trousers as he grunted while I tied some rope around his genitals. He was going to be getting a lot more than that before I was finished with him. This was just a prelude. The poor bastard had no idea what was going to happen to him.

"Now let me sit you down again, and get you more comfortable. We wouldn’t want you falling on the floor and hurting yourself, would we?"

I stood back and surveyed my captive Captain. He looked incredibly hot, sitting there all roped up, his legs spread wide and tied to the legs of the chair. There was just one thing missing though – something that I was going to rectify in short order.

"AAAGGGRRRRHHHHH!"

"There, that’s much better isn’t it. Hmmm, that’s strange, Captain. You’re all tied and gagged and I’m yanking on this rope around your cock and balls and you’ve got an enormous woody!"

I couldn’t help myself. I fell to my knees and in front of him and started playing with him. He moaned and groaned, grunted and squirmed, but he couldn’t get away from me. And strangely enough, the more I played with him, the harder he seemed to get. I stood up and took off my own clothes and then very slowly I put on Captain Richards uniform. I took a good sniff before I donned his undershirt and boxers. Oh yeah, he had managed to work up quite a sweat while he struggled. I quickly put on the rest of the uniform and then stood in front of him, taunting him.

"Hey, how do I look, Captain? I guess I’m really in control here!"

"GGGGFUCKYOU! GGMMGONNNAMMWHIPURAAASSSS….AGGGHHH!"

I tugged on the end of the rope dangling from the pipe, the rope that was tied around Richards cock and balls. He yelled and lurched in the chair. This was getting better and better. I could see that he was gushing pre-cum by the gallon. It really did seem as if he was enjoying himself. I slapped a piece of tape over his eyes – there was no need for him to see when I was going to yank on that rope. It would be much more fun if the pressure came as a surprise to him. Then I hunkered down again and started working on that big piece of Navy meat. I was going to have lots and lots of fun with my Captain.

The End

Captain Richards played by Stu

 

Photography By Caitiff

Home Alone

22 photos; 3:28 video

Model: Hector
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/03/2016

Gagged Guard

30 photos; 5:44 video

Gagged Guard:  Marcus
Bad Guy: Donovan
Photography: Nick007

 

Date of Production: 09/20/2016

Sexy

34 photos

Model: Stan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 7/16/2000

Awkward Position by Caitiff

32 photos; 2:10 video

This was going to be good, Chad thought to himself. For weeks he hadn’t been able ot hook up in his po dunk town. That had been weeks he hadn’t been able ot get tied up. But today it occurred to him, he could tie himself up. Sure, he wouldn't’ be able to get off very easily but that was part of the fun.

He had never actually tried self bondage before. But the concept seemed pretty simple. First he tied the rope around his ankles, binding his legs. Next came the gag. A strip of strong duct tape was plastered over his mouth, sealing it. Chad’s dick went hard. The gag was always his favourite part. Finally Chad had to tie his hands. That was the hard part. Carefully he made a hand cuff out of the rope and slipped it over his hands. He had to twist his fingers to tighten it until it felt comfortably tight and then fix the knot. Wiggling his wrists, Chad felt suitably restrained. He was certain he could reach the knot and free himself when he had too but it would take some effort and that’s exactly what Chad wanted.

 

 

Chad lay back on the couch, resting his bound hands on his crotch. He could feel the huge woody growing underneath the thin fabric of his shorts. Gently at first, Chad rubbed his tied hands over his groin back and forth.

Ahhh, that felt good, Chad thought as he ground his groin against the ropes binding his wrists. However, while his dick stayed hard, he didn't’ seem to be getting any closer to getting off. He couldn’t actually grab his dick to finish himself off. But there was something else. The bondage didn't’ feel quite right yet.

To be really helpless, he needed to have his hands behind his back.

Chad stretched and strained, bringing his legs up to his hands. It was a lot of work but eventually he managed ot grab his toes and then XXXX his hands around his ankles and behind his knees. But then Chad realised his was stuck! As much as he tried he couldn’t get his hands past his bubble butt. Worse, Chad couldn't’ find the knot he would have had to undo to get free. Deciding better safe then sorry, Chad reversed course and put his hands back in front of him. But he soon found that he couldn't’ get his hands back over his ankles either. Great, now what was he going to do?

 

 

Chad continued to struggle in vain. He loved being tied up but that didn’t mean he wanted to spend the next week like this. He certainly didn't’ want to be found by his friends or worse his mom while like this. Of course, even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t yell for help. The tape gag over his mouth made sure that nothing but allow moan could escape Chad’s lips.

Suddenly Chad’s heart stopped as he heard a click at the door. Not a knocking but the tapping as if the lock was being fiddled with. Chad lived alone. Even his mother who had a key wouldn’t just come in without knocking first. A cold sweat broke out on Chad’s near naked body as he realised somebody was breaking in his apartment! And here Chad was, half naked, bound and gagged!

The door opened and in walked a large muscular looking man with a ski mask. he stared at Chad for a sec, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmmmphmmm!”, Chad moaned pitifully. The burglar just laughed.

“I thought maybe someone beat me here but I see all the valuables are still here.”, the burglar said as he clasped his hand over Chad’s already gagged mouth. The man seemed to get excited as Chad struggled and moaned in vain to escape the hand gag. Chad was certain he could see a growing bulge in the man’s pants.

But the burglar had come to steal Chad’s stuff and he soon went to work, taking the tv, stereo, the Wii and Chad’s wallet. All Chad could do as his few valuables were taken away was watch helplessly. Damn, Chad thought, how could he have been so stupid as to tied himself up so well that he couldn't’ get out? And what were the odds his apartment would be broken into that same day?

Soon the man had everything he wanted. Almost everything. The man grabbed Chad’s bound Body and set him on his knees on the floor. Chad’s bubble butt stuck right up.

“Since you were so nice as to leave yourself already bound and gagged when I came in, i guess I should do something nice for you.” The burglar said as his huge hands felt up every inch of Chad’s body. Chad’s skin tingled and he could feel his manhood straining against the material of his shorts.

 

 

Chad had been wrong. He was going to get off today.

The End

 

Chad played Tye

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/30/2006

Sexy Tied Twink

24 photos; 5:17 video

Model: Donovan
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/13/2016

A FEETING PUNISHMENT by SoftTouch

28 photos

  “Come on Ramon, you promised you wouldn't handcuff me any more if I was good!”

“Have you been good, Richie? No, you have been very bad. You do not think about me, you do not think about doing your share of the chores around here; you only think about going dancing at the club with those other boys.”

“But I was doing that for you Ramon,” Richie whined. “Dancing helps me to keep off those extra pounds you don't like.”

“Liar!” Ramon clamped his strong hand over Richie’s mouth and dangled a long white cloth in front of Richie’s eyes. “I want to hear no more lies from you tonight!”

Richie didn't like being gagged, but he didn't resist when Ramon took him into his strong arms and spread Richie’s lips apart with his strong fingers. Then Ramon began sliding more and more of the soft cloth deeper and deeper into Richie’s mouth until Richie began to gag and whimper because Ramon was so angry with him.

Richie knew that this was his fault so he didn't cry when Ramon tied the band of cloth tightly behind Richie’s tender lips, and he didn't complain about the way the metal jaws of the handcuffs were starting to bite into his tender wrists. But then he saw a cruel smile on Ramon’s lips and the roll of red tape he was waving in front of Richie’s face. What was he going to do with that?

“All day I have been thinking of different ways to punish you for being so thoughtless and cruel, my darling Richie. I thought of many things that would be quite painful to that nice body of yours. But then I thought that maybe your punishment should fit your crimes.”

“Crimes…? I haven't done any crimes!” Richie tried to protest behind the thick band of cloth that was pinning his tongue to the bottom of his mouth.

“I'm talking about those dancing feet you are so proud of Richie. The ones you like to show off to all of those other boys. Well tonight I am going to teach you a new kind of dance.”

Poor Richie was getting more and more confused by the minute. What was Ramon talking about? And so he didn't resist at first when Ramon used his big hands to hold Richie’s socked feet together and then began wrapping that red tape around over his socks. The tape didn't hurt too much at first because Richie’s soft socks were protecting his feet. But then like a bandage, more and more layers of overlapping tape began holding Richie’s feet tighter and tighter until Richie no longer had two feet. He only had one big painful lump at the ends of his legs.

This wasn't fair and Richie tried to tell Ramon so. Richie used his best puppy-dog-eyes look and he whimpered sweetly around the rag that was beginning to get all swollen and juicy inside his mouth while he tried to get on Ramon’s soft side.

But Ramon was too angry to notice so he just pushed Richie’s bound body over on his side. “Bad puppy! I don't even want to look at you tonight!”

Ramon’s harsh words cut into Richie’s tender skin like a whip and he almost cried while he watched Ramon walking away and leaving him all alone in the corner.

At first Richie felt very sorry for himself. He really cared about Ramon and he didn't like being treated this way. So what if he had danced with a few boys at the club? Didn’t Ramon know that they didn't mean anything to him? It wasn't his fault that Ramon didn't like to go to the club or to be seen dancing in public.

And the more he thought about it, the angrier Richie felt. How dare Ramon treat him like this! And the angrier Richie became, the more he struggled and rolled around on the hard floor. If he could get out of this he was going to walk right out that door!

But no matter how much he struggled and twisted his body around, those hard metal cuffs wouldn't let him go, and now his delicate feet were beginning to feel like a swollen painful lump inside their taped prison.

The only part of his bondage that seemed to have any give to it was the wet rag that was dividing his mouth. Desperate now to do something, Richie began working his strong tongue against the band of cloth. And little by little he was able to push it further and further out of his mouth until it finally slipped down over his slobbering lips.

“Ramon…! Please Ramon, I'm sorry! Please let me go now!” he called.

Then Richie heard Ramon’s footsteps coming toward him and he started to get his hopes up. He was even thinking about some of the nice things he was going to do for Ramon to show him how much he cared about him. But then Ramon appeared and he wasn't smiling.

“Dear Richie, don't you know you are being punished?”

Richie started to answer him, but Ramon’s cruel fingers just poked the sloppy cloth back into Richie’s open mouth. Then the roll of tape appeared again and Ramon started tearing angry strips off of the roll and plastering them over Richie’s face.

The first strips went over Richie’s mouth to trap the gagging cloth inside his lips. And then the next strips went over Richie’s closed eyes and sealed them shut so that now Richie only had the darkness to look at.

Then Ramon pushed Richie back down on to the floor. “Down you go, Richie dear. You just lay there tonight and think about how wrong you've been. And maybe by tomorrow you'll remember just who you belong to!”

Lying on the cold floor with the cold metal cuffs holding his wrists so tight; Richie heard Ramon’s footsteps going away to leave him all alone. And then, no matter which way he twisted or turned his body, the swollen lump of his dancing feet reminded him that he it would be a long time before they went dancing again.

THE END

 

Richie played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/23/2007 

Severance Part 2 by Caitiff

18 photos; 6:00 video

Laid Off

by Caitiff

Cont'd from Severance Pay

“Mmmpphh!”

Jeff was screwed. Try as he might, he couldn't’ get free from the ropes that bound him

hand and foot.

When he had come home, Jeff had been jumped by a former employee named Tony

Ford. Jeff was XXXX. When he came too, Tony had Jeff bound and gagged on

the counter of this bar.

Clearly Tony planned some kind of revenge against Jeff for firing him. Not that Jeff had

had a choice. The head office had demanded drastic cuts. Of course, Jeff could hardly

explain that to Tony when his mouth was taped shut.

Though Jeff was already helpless, Tony got out more rope and hog tied his captive into

a nice tight ball. Jeff wiggled back and forth in rage.

“Mmm!”, Jeff grunted. His anger turned to confusion when Tony took off his shoes. What

was he doing? Jeff soon figured it out when Tony’s fingers began gently caressing Jeff’s

socked feet.

“Mmm? Mpphhhahahahahahahahahaa!” Jeff jerked as his feet were ticked. Though not

normally ticklish, the nylon socks made every touch unbearable. Jeff could hardly breath

as he laughed through his gag.

But that was not the worst of it. The movement was having an effect on Jeff’s body. He

could feel his pants getting tighter and more uncomfortable.

As if it was all part of his plan, Tony seemed to sense Jeff’s growing problem was well.

He flipped his captive over and put his hand right over Jeff’s packaged.

“Well, look at what we have here. Yep, works every time.”, Tony gloated as Jeff grunted

in protest at being felt up.

Jeff could do nothing as his pants were unbuttoned and pushed down, exposing the

massive bulge in his underwear. Jeff turned red in embarrassment. But his torture didn’t

end there. Soon his tightie whities were also pushed away to expose his erection.

Despite himself, Jeff couldn't’ make it go down.

“Since you fucked me over, I guess I should return the favour” Tony said as he went to

town. Jeff was teased and tormented, never allowed to end his frustration. His ass was

spanked and man handled. Jeff became Tony’s little bitch, totally degraded.

Jeff had no idea how long this went on. Hours perhaps. Tied up hand and foot, Jeff had

no choice over what was done to him. He didn't’ even have the dignity of being able to

complain about it, gagged as he was.

Eventually Tony tired of his game. Jeff was sweating as his mind raced with all

the other possible tortures his captor might have in store.

Tony reached into his jacket, causing Jeff to beg pitifully through his gag. Jeff was

certain that with his fun had, Tony was about to end him. However he only pulled out a

manilla folder.

“You really shouldn’t have fired me. I knew that system back and forth. Including all the

extra books the people upstairs hide from the IRS. So here’s the deal. I’ve had my fun

with you. So now I’m going to go on a nice long trip with some money I borrowed from

the head office. But I’m going to leave this here for you. After all, when you were done

doing their dirty work, they were going to fire you too. You could call the police about me

but then you might have some questions about how you got this.”

And with that Tony left Jeff, still hog tied and gagged in his house, the perfect position to

some serious thinking.

The End.

Jeff played by Cliff

Tony Ford played by Zac

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/26/2009

Severance Part 1 by Caitiff

35 photos; 3:00 video

Severance Pay

by Caitiff

What a rough day! Jeff was glad to be home. The head office continued to demand

more and more lay offs to increase “efficiency”. It was stupid as hell. Efficiency went

way down as did moral. But what the head office really wanted was as much profit with

as little over head as possible. Jeff didn’t like it but he also did not want to join the line of

people carrying boxes out of the building.

Feeling tired and depressed, Jeff didn't’ register anything as he unlocked the door to his

house and trudged in. He didn't’ see the man in black hiding behind a counter until it

was too late!

“Mmm!”, Jeff let out a startled cry as a dank cloth was shoved over his face. It had a

weird chemical smell that filled Jeff’s nose and mouth. Jeff fought like crazy to free

himself from the man grappling him. But Jeff felt himself getting weaker and weaker. His

head was getting cloudy and his vision blurry. Jeff realised he was about to pass out.

And then he did. Everything went white and then nothing.

Jeff let out a faint groan as he slowly regained consciousness. His head was pounding.

Jeff’s regained awareness before he got back control of his body. He knew he was lying

on his side on a hard surface. His hands were behind his back for some reason.

Painfully Jeff tried to move. However, when he tried to put his hands to his aching head

he couldn’t. At first Jeff panicked and worried he had become paralysed somehow. But it

wasn't’ that. Something was keeping hands from moving. The same with his feet.

“Mmffaa?

Jeff’s eyes opened and he finally understood with a shock. He was tied up!

“Mmmpphh!?”, Jeff exclaimed. “Mmmmm!” Jeff’s protests came out as unintelligible

moans thanks to the tape that was sealing his mouth.

A burst of adrenaline rushed through Jeff’s body as he became aware of his

helplessness. Desperately Jeff struggled as much as he could, barely managing to keep

from falling off the counter of his bar. Unfortunately Jeff was no Houdini. Except for

games he played as a boy scout, Jeff had never been tied up before.

Jeff’s mind raced. Who had done this to him? Why? Was he being robbed? 

When Jeff’s attacker came into view it at least answered a few questions but raised

many more.

Tony Ford had been among the first laid off. Now he stood before his old boss.

“Hello. About time you woke up.”

“Mmmm!”

“Yeah I don’t want to hear it. That’s why I gagged you. And now after being your butt

monkey for three years, I think it’s time I return the favour.”

“Mmmmmffnnnnn!”, Jeff shook his head in protest, not that it would do any good.

He was bound and gagged, a helpless prisoner.

To Be Continued

Jeff played by Cliff

Tony Ford played by Zac

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/26/2009

Sexy String

39 photos; 6:05 video

Model: Kent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 7/30/2008

Roped At the Rodeo

25 photos; 5:38 video

Model: Dante
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/29/2016

HogTied Goth

25 photos; 4:18 video

Model: Kyle
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/23/2016