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Jeff

17 photos; 5:00 video

Model: Jeff
Photography by Kevin

See More of Jeff at Bondage Jeopardy

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

23 photos; 8:43 video

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

Geordi played by Todd

Photography by Caitiff

Date Of Production: 12/13/2005
Horny

30 photos; 18:26 video

Model: Troy

Photography by Caitiff

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

21 photos; 4:47 video

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Brandon played by Logan

Photography by Caitiff

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

35 photos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

Jerry played by Hunter
Photography by Caitiff

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

30 photos; 2:14 video

The Landscapers
By Caitiff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End?

Dave played by Aaron

Mark played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff

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

34 photos; 9:41 video

Continued from "Leashed"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Nate played by Sammy
Ben played by George

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

28 photos

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Model: Matthew
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/21/2008
Three O'Clock Bell by SoftTouch

33 photos

THREE O’CLOCK BELL
by SoftTouch

The first duty of a Top Sergeant is to take care of his Captain. Sometimes this might mean doing things that you won't find in the manual. Like today for instance, my Captain was off at Warrior School learning how to be a better warrior while Top Sergeant Graves was at the Captain’s house, waiting for the Captain’s son Billy to get home from school. The truth was I didn't mind. Ten-year old Billy was almost as smart as his Dad and his Dad was our Intelligence Officer so he had a way of keeping old Sergeant’s like me on their toes whether we were playing chess or computer games or ambushing each other in our paint-ball outfits.

So I was kind of looking forward to that three o'clock bell and Billy getting home from school while I did a little KP around the Captain’s kitchen. Soon Billy would be here and I was kind of smiling while I thought about the nice surprise I had planned for him. He’s never guess that I was going to—
            My happy thought went right of my head when I turned around to see a big man with a stocking mask covering most of his ugly face. How in the world had he managed to get on the Base? And then I saw that he wasn't alone. There were three of them! None of them said anything as they grabbed me and began tying my hands behind my back.

I didn't say anything either. My mind was too busy racing as I tried to figure out what they were doing here, what they wanted, and how the hell I was going to get myself out of this mess? While I wondered they smeared my lips shut with several strips of heavy black tape. Then one of them pushed me down onto my knees and kind of sneered down at me.
            “Do what you're told and you won't be hurt. All we want is the kid.”
            Billy! They were after Billy! My eyes shot to the clock. It was already twenty to three! Anger surged through my body and I tried to lunge to my feet, but the big one slammed his fist into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. Then the other two grabbed me and stretched me out so that they could tie more ropes around my knees and ankles.

“That was stupid!” the big one was in my face. “We won't hurt the kid as long as his Daddy delivers the intelligence file we want.”
            Did he really expect me to believe that? If my Captain had a file on these guys, they were dangerous, and dangerous people never keep their word.
            “Now you stay here nice and quiet and don’t try to warn the kid. I wouldn't want either one of you getting hurt,” the big guy said with a crooked smile that told me that he would like nothing more than to hurt both me and Billy – a lot.
            But you didn't get to be a Top Sergeant by taking foolish chances so I kind of nodded to him and XXXX my body to relax down on the floor were they'd put me. Then I watched as all three of them trooped into the living room to wait. That was their first mistake.

I looked up at the kitchen clock. It was ten to three already. In another ten minutes Billy would be walking home from school with no idea of what was waiting for him. I had to hurry, but I also had to be very quiet. I didn't want to do anything that might bring one of those three goons back into the kitchen. So first off I just tried wiggling my body around and tried to get my fingers on the ropes that were binding me. But that was no good. The goons had tied those ropes really tight and my fingers couldn't find any way to loosen them. I needed a knife!
            That meant that I had to get to my feet and somehow make my way over to the kitchen sink. That was not as easy as it sounded. The ropes around my knees and ankles were holding my legs and feet really close together and they were tied so tight I was already losing circulation in my legs and I could feel pins and needles in my feet.

Little by little, I inched my body up into a standing position while my heart pounded and I tried to keep my balance. If I fell over the noise was sure to bring those goons back in here. Then I looked up at the clock. It was three o'clock already! Billy would be running out of the school right now

Inch by inch, my body made its way slowly over to the sink while my brain bullied me for being such a fool. Just last week I had read Billy the riot act because he had stopped off to see one of his friend’s new computer games without thinking to tell anyone where he was. Now I was wishing that he would find another friend to stay with and stay with him for a long, long time.
            And then, just when I thought my luck had deserted me, my luck came back and smiled at me. A sharp steak knife had slipped into my hand. Now all I needed to do was to close my eyes and concentrate. Me and knives were very close friends and this knife didn't let me down now. In a matter of moments I had managed to cut my hands free. Then I hurried to cut through the rest of the ropes while I made my plan.

Three minutes later I was outside of the house to surprise Billy with a new game as I clamped my hand over his mouth and pulled him down into some bushes beside me while I pictured those three goons all sitting confidently in the living room waiting for their young XXXX victim to come home.
Two minutes after that the front door to Billy’s house opened and a squad of MPs rushed inside to tell those goons “Games over!”

THE END

The Sargeant played by Chris
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/20/2005
Trussed Tyrant by Sammy

28 photos; 6:04 video

I tied his hands tightly behind his back. I made sure to keep him quiet by plastering tape across his big mouth. I tied his ankles and knees together to keep him from running again. He glared at me with angry eyes. It was amusing how he struggled against the ropes. “MMMPPPHHH”, was the only word he could articulate. I relished at my triumph. It was time he understood what humiliation meant. He grunted and relentlessly tugged at his binds. Trickles of sweat ran down his forehead as he proceeded with his unplanned workout of trying to untie himself. This was going to be my final gift to my colleagues and one big lesson for Travis to learn.

I worked for the apartment security team for three years, I had intended to make my way to the police academy sooner or later but a new baby and wife changed those plans quickly. I made a good living patrolling the posh apartment building. I was always treated well by the residents and the staff. The only problem I encountered was the domineering head guard Travis.

Travis was your average rich kid slacker. His family actually owned the building and he got the job after a series of failures. He took his position of head guard to mean that he owned all of us under his command. I was sent out to retrieve his lunches, dry cleaning, and get his car washed. He spent his shifts watching television and berating us for every mistake we made. He took to calling us every name in the book. We were XXXX to adhere to every thing he wanted to keep our jobs. After work me and others would unwind at a local bar and fantasize about all the things we wanted to do to him. Everyone agreed my fantasy was the best.

After three years of constant abuse my wife and I decided that I needed to move on. I got a job working security for a mall and I was elated to walk into his office to put in my two weeks. Travis cussed at me up and down, but I didn’t care anymore, in fact a sense of relief washed over me. As my last weeks rolled on Travis targeted me for every dirty degrading job he could think off. I needed to last these last two weeks to get a full paycheck. As my last day came I decided it was time to get my revenge on the man who had humiliated me and so many others. I decided to let my fantasy come true.

I waited for him on my last day in an unoccupied apartment. I called down to the desk and asked him to meet me there. After a few derogatory comments he agreed. He walked into the dark apartment and I pounced from behind the door. I tackled him and began my work. He tried his best to take me down but he was no match for me. I started by tying his hands behind his back as while I pressed my knee into his back. He screamed and cussed at me as I knotted the rope again and again. I was filled with excitement as I taped up his mouth. I would not have to hear his whinny voice again. After I secured him on an old cot, I sat filled with pride at my handiwork.

I opened up his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. He screamed horrified at what I was doing. I pulled down his pants and underwear to expose his dick and sweaty ass. He kicked and grunted struggling to get free. I strung him up into a hogtie and watched as he squirmed. There was the asshole tied up like an animal and bare assed. I watched for a while as he desperately struggled to break loose. It was almost poetic to see the big boss in this compromising position. After I while I got bored. I threw down my badge, turned in my uniform and called down to the desk for all hands on deck. I left the empty apartment to the roars and gasps of all my former coworkers. This was the best last day of my life.

The End

Model: Ryan Rockfield
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 03/14/2008
Oops!

29 photos

Ahhh, Sunday!, thought Tony. There was nothing like it. After working all week, Tony finally had a whole three days off to enjoy himself. Tony supposed he could have used this time to paint the house or clean his car or a thousand other chores he had let pile up while busy on the job. But not today. Sunday was a day of rest and rest was exactly what Tony planned on doing. He was going to spend the whole day in his house, wearing only his favorite pair of sweat pants and watch TV.

At least, that was the plan until the XXXX came from the door.

Damn it!, Tony thought bitterly. Just as he was about to get comfortable. It figured. Well, whom ever it was at the door was going to get a good piece of his mind, Tony decided.

At least , that was the plan before Tony opened the door and saw the two bearish and grim men holding XXXXs on him!

.....

Some time later and Tony was anything but relaxed as he had originally planned. With only a few short orders, the men had XXXX their way into his house and taken Tony prisoner. The rough ropes that bound Tony's hands behind his back and his arms to his sides were incredibly uncomfortable as well as tight. Tony tried shifting his wrists to get what slack he could whenever his captors' attention wasn't on him. So far, the amount of slack he had obtained from doing this was exactly zero.

Tony had no idea what these men wanted with him or who they were. They weren't robbers. They had been here for what seemed like at least an hour and hadn't taken anything or even searched his house for valuables. And why would anybody XXXX him? Tony was single with no rich relatives and worked at a menial job. He wasn't worth any ransom that he could see.

Unfortunately though Tony had by now gotten over his initial shock of XXXX and tied up, he couldn't ask the men what they wanted. Several layers of silvery duct tape had been slapped over his lips, sealing his mouth. Anytime Tony tried to talk, it just came out as faint "mmmphs". And the way the men looked at him when he made any sound discouraged Tony from drawing too much attention to himself.

Finally one of the men noticed Tony wiggling in his ropes. "Relax Vinnie. You ain't gonna get free until the boss arrives."

Vinnie?! Who the hell was Vinnie?! Tony didn't know any Vinnie! Oh my God, thought Tony, they think I'm someone else!

"Mmmmmppphh! mmm mnpphh mphimeee!" Tony tried to explain but of course, the tape gag made any kind of communication meaningless. The men just gave him a mean look. But Tony persisted. He had to get them to take the tape off his mouth so he could explain they had made a mistake. And then hope they just left.

"Mmmmmm! Mmm mmnnnnpph mmmmm-phheeee! Mmmmmm!" Tony continued to moan through his gag over and over.

"Do you know what he's trying to say?", one man asked his partner.

"Who cares? HE should have known once he squealed on the boss, nothing he can say will help him. But I don't like the way he's wiggling around. Let's tie his feet just to be sure he doesn't try anything."

"Mmmm Mmmnnnpphff Mmmmm-meeeee!" Tony continued to moan as his ankles were bound. But the men weren't listening. or cared. The gag made sure no one outside the house could hear Tony's cries for help. And the rope around his wrists and body reduced Tony to rolling helplessly on the floor. And this is how Tony remained during the next few hours until the boss arrived.

The boss was a large man in a white suit, the spitting image of Marlon Brando. When Tony saw him, he almost expected the theme from the God father to start playing in the back ground.

"Ahh, what good boys you are!" The Boss said, " To take care of this little matter for me. And how said that my best friend Vinnie Carlucci decided to sell me out to the Lorenzini family."

The Boss bent down to get a better look at the bound and helpless man on the floor. for the first time, the Boss got a good look at his prisoner.

"Mmmm Mmmnnnpphff Mmmmm-meeeee!" Tony cried out. The Boss's face fell.

"What did I do to deserve such disrespect? Heh?" The boss demanded of his goons.

The goon's faces dropped. "But Uncle Guido..."

"Don't you Uncle Guido me!" The Boss screamed, slapping each man across the back of the head. "I give you one little thing to do, on little favor, to find Vinnie Carlucci and keep him on ice until I arrived and what do you do? You give me some total stranger tied up and gagged on the floor, rolling around like a little worm! Idiots!"

"Wh..what?! both men exclaimed.

"This isn't Vinnie Carlucci, you morons! Oh, I'd shoot your father for giving me such stupid nephews, if I hadn't shot him

already!"

Finally some somebody realized they had made a mistake! Of course, since Tony was still bound and gagged on the floor, he wasn't quite safe yet. it occurred to him that these guys might just get rid of him anyway to cover their error!

"Honest Uncle Guido! We're sure we tracked Vinnie down like you wanted!' One of the men pleaded. "Wait, I know! Vinnie must have had plastic surgery. But Vinnie has a tattoo on his ass of a flower and the name Marie on it. We'll prove this is Vinnie. "

Tied up, Tony couldn't anything as his sweat pants were pulled down. Having not expected to have company, much less XXXXs, Tony had neglected to wear any underwear. Tony's face grew bat red as the goons rolled him over to better show off his bare ass.

"There's no tattoo!" The Boss observed angrily.

'Wait, maybe it's on the other side. It was supposed to be a small tattoo. Let's stand him up!"

Tony was hoisted by his XXXXs to a standing position. Tony moaned at his treatment, not that it did any good.

"Mmmmm!"

"Shut up" one of the men said, giving a hard XXXX across Tony's head.

" I still see no tattoo" The Boss said, his teeth gritted.

"Maybe it's in a hard to see spot!" The men suggested and began to poke and prod Tony's bare ass. Bound hand and foot, it was all Tony could do to keep from falling. And his face not covered by tape grew even redder from embarrassment. Being tied up, gagged, stripped and prodded in his private parts was not Tony's idea of a relaxing day!

The two goons still couldn't find any tattoos. But they didn't seem ready to give up.

"Maybe it's on his dick, you think" one of them asked.

Tony began shaking his head violently. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmmpphh!"

"Enough!" the Boss screamed and smacked his henchmen across the back of their heads. "You two, get out and find me Vinnie Carlucci, the real one!"

Sullenly the men left. The Boss then turned his attention to Tony and gave a hard shove. Tony fell back to the ground. Tony could only look up at the crime boss, unsure of what he was going to do next.

"And you...forget this ever happened or next time I don't stop them fro having their fun!"

The Boss then left, slamming Tony's front door as he left.

Meanwhile Tony was still left tied up on the floor. He knew he couldn't get the ropes undone by himself. But he lived alone and the gag made sure his neighbors wouldn't hear his cries for help.

Tony was going to relax today after all. He just didn't expect to do it bound and gagged on the floor!

The End

Tony played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/23/2002
WHO WAS THAT MASKED MAN? by JUSTIN

38 photos

My boyfriend Dick has an "alter ego". He thinks he is the "Lone Ranger" He wear's his mask and hat and boots every minute he can. Staring at himself in his dresser mirror and wanking off . Now I don't mind that except he leaves his Cum where ever it lands. It dries and I have to clean his Cum up.

Also, Dick begs me to dress up as Tonto. He bought me a Head Dress, Moccasins, Leather loin cloth to complete my "Look" I thought I would change things around tonight as a "Joke" on Dick and painted war paint on my face. I he a tomahawk and white rope. I was set to give "the Lone Ranger" a new adventure.

As Dick/Lone wink. was drooling at himself in his mirror I appeared, yelling " The Lone Ranger is my captive, do as I say and you won't be harmed" I have Dick/Lone lay down and proceeded to tie him up. Wrapping rope around this masked , booted man with a black hat on made my Dick rock hard. I started dripping pre-cum into my Leather loin cloth.

I needed to see this visual, Dick/Lone's hat fell off and I admired my roommates buzz cut. Dick was a Marine and he kept his military appearance when not dressed as "The Ranger" I screamed that I might have to "Scalp Him" if he did not follow orders. I spanked his perfect naked butt several times. "Please Tonto don't, I thought we were friends" Dick said. "Tonto has had enough of your bullshit" "I am through cleaning up your dried Cum, Understand?" He nodded, Yes. His gag now secure, I proceeded to take my Dick out from under my cloth and Toss Myself Off onto his Black Booted Feet. My cum hitting the white rope.

Dick/Lone did not have a hard cock. I guess he was to mortified that I caught him in his self-worship ACT. I threatened to shave him completely, even his eyebrows if he did not obey my rules from now on. "Tonto was now running This Show, Not the Fucking Lone Ranger. Get IT" I screamed and kicked his boots several times. " MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFLLLLUUZZZEEEEE" I heard from beneath his gagged mouth. Tears of fear in his eyes, I took my Dick and pissed on his boots, the piss getting on him and the floor. This gave me great pleasure.

I Waved my instrument of XXXX at him telling him I was leaving to bring back many "Braves", then we would use him as we would our "Squaws", I left and closed the door leaving it open just a crack, enough for me to peek in. "NNOOOOOPPPLLLEZZZZ" I heard as I left. Then Dick/Lone started fighting the ropes using his hand to undone his tied booted ankles. He squirmed around the floor and I found my Dick getting hard all over again. 15 Minutes went by and he was really loosening his bondage. "What a Trooper", I thought smiling to myself.

I washed the paint off my face, and redressed in my levi's 501's and Dehner Boots, over the calf nylon black Men's sheer socks. Leather vest, Tight black nylon tee-shirt, Jock strap. XXXX on his bedroom door saying " Hi Dick just got home, need any help?" I pushed opened the door just as he had undid the rope from his black boots. "What the Fuck happened to you?" I laughed. "Let me help you" I picked him up and guided him over to the bed. I flung him face down, replace his black hat. Spread his booted legs. Spit on my Dick that I just pulled out of my 501's . Place a condom on my 9 incher. "Now Lone Ranger, SIR, You are about to be Spit Fucked, something I should have done a very long time ago. I mounted "the Ranger" Who bucked liked his horse Sliver. As I came I yelled. "HIGH HO SILVER, AWAY". I had wanked him off as I fucked him. Got up and walked out of the room.

The next day Dick gave me a pair of silver spurs and a badge and said " Could we play "The Lone Ranger meets the Sheriff??" I smiled and nodded, " You got a fucking Date"

The End

Dick the Lone Ranger played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/10/2004
Bohemian Bondage by Cryptococcus

35 photos

"What a stud!" The thought had run through Spence's mind at least a dozen times as Bart's introduction to bondage continued throughout the warm afternoon.

First had been a long, slow and comfortable sequence of hand to ankle bondage in different positions and views.

Spence had been quiet and gentle, thanking his lucky stars that such a handsome young hunk had sought him out in the Palermo-Hollywood, Anglicized area of Buenos Aires.

There among the artists, musicians, writers, and playwrights, the young man had approached him and shyly inquired about the nature of Spence's photography, his interest in male bondage and discipline, and, yes, whether he would be paid for modeling.

Spence had sighed, but seeing the need of the young man, quickly agreed to a sum equal to a nice dinner for two and a night in a decent hotel at the current rate of three pesos per U.S. dollar.
Soon afterward, he had Bart in his studio apartment.

Bart had not seemed worried, even as the ropes encircled his chest, and only slight worried when Spence decided to elaborate with an "X" of the rope crossed over the young man's crotch.

Spence thought the camera loved Bart. He took more photos in the first part of the session than he normally did, but he rationalized that his chosen art was cheap in Buenos Aires, especially compared to Paris in the '80s and Prague in the 90s, where he had lived in gentile poverty, never quite realizing it.

"Photogenic lucky son of a stud," thought Spence. Aloud, he said, "You ready to change position and get the rest of the way nude?"

Bart looked up and nodded.

"Nude" and "artist" went together, he thought. He was being well paid, and he might even get to see himself in one of the numerous small art galleries popping up around the city.

Nude photos of himself, he could only imagine, would make it spicy, when he showed his current strait-laced boyfriend, a loving, but unimaginative Swedish market analyst named Bjorn to whom Bart had scrupulously faithful.

Nudity, Bart found out when he had lowered his briefs and pushed back his hair, was rewarded with a young, but heady glass of Argentine wine. It was as yellow as a goldenrod and fruitier than anything he had sampled in California, his home. Eagerly, he accepted a second glass.

"May I use your bathroom?" Bart asked, and Spence watched with approval as the young man padded to the corner of the loft apartment. Spence sighed, and then he picked up a small rug and tossed it over the weight-lifting bench.

"Um?" said Bart as he looked at the weight bench.

"Um," smiled Spence, "what if you get an erection? Don't worry."

"Should I comb my hair?" Bart asked.

"No. It'll great hanging over your gagged face."

"Oh, yeah." Bart rolled his eyes upward as Spence applied the tape.

Then Spence took his fingertips and deliberated pulled some hair into Bart's face.

He gestured the young man to the weight bench and had him lay down on his belly. Spence looked at Bart's feet, his toes resting on the floor, and at the muscular expanse of Bart's back.

As Spence methodically weaved the colorful restraint into redundant loops, he reflected that he could still name the major muscle groups of Bart's legs and back.

As he stepped back to admire his handiwork and reach for his camera, he mused at the long, crazy trip to this time and place it had been.

An amiable anarchist in Paris in the 80s, a medical student in Prague during the 90's, and now he was an artist of some small acclaim in Buenos Aires.

Bohemian, he thought, very bohemian.

And then here was Bart willingly in bondage. Mmm.

The END

Bart played by Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/20/2008
The Trap by Fidelis

22 photos

(Just a reminder: All Stories are fiction and not meant to advocate anything)

Frank Garcia walked his beat, his eyes scanning the streets carefully, on the lookout for the slightest sign of illegal behaviour. God, but he loved being a cop. He got a physical rush each time he put on his uniform. When he had his uniform on, he ruled these streets. The chief wasn’t one of those touch-feely do-gooder types, thank goodness. Nope, Chief McLaughlin didn’t want the good citizens to love the cops; he wanted them to respect them. RESPECT, that was the name of the game. And you didn’t get respect unless you cracked a few skulls and roughed up a few punks. Why, Frank had just broken his baton on some gangbanger just yesterday. The kid had whined and sniveled and said that he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. HA! As if Frank would believe such a likely story. The kid had looked suspicious, so Frank felt fully within his rights in smacking him around a bit. Plus, Officer Garcia always carried a little something in his pocket that he could plant on the suspects, just in case he got some bleeding heart liberal judge trying the case. All he had to do was point that the suspect had been carrying crack, or coke, and he was safe.
"Help me, oh help me, someone,police…HELP!"

AHA! A criminal act was taking place, a REAL criminal act! Frank sprang into action, his system flooded with adrenaline. He regretted the loss of his baton – there would be no beating the bad guy to a pulp. But he wasn’t worried as he pulled out his XXXX. He could take down any of the punks in this town. He felt his duty belt, just to make sure his cuffs were there, ready for action. His handy handcuffs. Frank felt a certain excitement as he thought of handcuffing the perp. He heard the shrieks again, and dashed towards the house from which they were coming. It was curious, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else on the street. Were they all cowering inside of their homes, too frightened to come to the aid of the poor woman who so obviously being attacked? Bunch of sissy cowards, all of them. That’s why this town needed a strong police XXXX. Frank charged up the steps and through the back door, which was conveniently open. He had his XXXX drawn as he burst into the kitchen, scanning the room. Hmm, there was nobody here…

Ha, the fucking cop had fallen for it!!! The stupid, strutting asshole wasn’t as smart as he thought. The cops in this town were a bad lot, but Garcia was the rottenest apple skulking at the bottom of the barrel. He was a vicious bastard. He would beat up on someone if they looked at him sideways, and the whole town knew about his habit of planting XXXXs on innocent people. We had decided that Officer Garcia was going to be brought down a peg or two, and I was the one chosen to do it. I couldn’t wait. Besides having a personal grudge against the pig since he beat my kid brother to a pulp, Garcia was a real stud. It was going to be a pleasure humiliating and breaking the insolent officer. And it was going to be so easy! Garcia might have been a stud, but he was a bit thick between the ears. Here he was, charging into the house, all ready to play the hero, and we could see from the windows that he hadn’t even bothered to call for back up. This was going to be SO much fun!
"Ma’am! Ma’am? You don’t have to worry, the police are here. Where are you, ma’am?"
"I think that’s far enough, officer. Why don’t you drop that XXXX on the floor and put your hands up in the air, and turn around, really carefully and really slowly?"

"What the fuck?" Frank spun around and found himself facing a man with a mask over his face, a man holding a very large object, which was pointed directly at Frank’s chest. He gulped and the XXXX fell from his suddenly nerveless fingers. For some reason he didn’t feel like such a hotshot macho stud cop, not when he was disarmed. His knees shaking, Frank slowly raised his hands in the air. He had butterflies dancing around in his stomach.
"Gee, you’re not quite as stupid as I thought you were, Officer Garcia. Now why don’t you be a good cop, and pull your cuffs out and toss them over here. Good, good. Now turn around and get down on your knees."

I could see Frankie baby was quivering in his cop boots. He looked quite green around the gills as he got his handcuffs out of their case and tossed them over to me. Then, meek as a little lamb, he turned around and fell to his knees. I felt a rush of blood to my extremities as I picked up the cuffs, and pulling his hands behind his back, locked the bracelets into place. I took a length of white rope and wrapped it around his chest and upper arms, tying it as tightly as I could. Poor Officer Garcia moaned – but he hadn’t experienced anything yet! I was going to give him a lot more to moan about before much more time had elapsed.
"Now get moving into the living room, pig. No, I didn’t say that you could stand up. Crawl, like the snake that you are. Now – MOVE!"
I gave Garcia a boot in the bum to get him started. With the object pressing against the back of his skull, it was amazing how quickly the cuffed cop crawled. I stopped him when he was in the middle of the floor, and stood over him, caressing his cheek with the XXXX. Oh, but I was getting hard looking at the studly cop, cuffed and on his knees in front of me, glaring at me with a combination of loathing and fear.

"Let’s get you up on the sofa, cop. I’ve got to tie those legs and ankles. We have to make sure that you don’t go trotting out of here. We won’t want that, would we?"
"Fuck, you faggot! You’ll never get away with this!"
I sighed. These cops and their limited vocabulary. I had heard that some places actually hired police officers that were intelligent and well educated, but not in our little burg. I had to do something about the cop’s foul mouth.
"Hey, what the fuck are you going to do with that? No, don’t…MMMPHHH!!!"
I patted a couple of pieces of black tape over Officer Garcia’s protesting lips. His muffled cop grunts were making me incredibly horny. I put my arms under his legs and swung them up onto the couch.
"There, you have a little rest, Officer Garcia. Make yourself at home! I have go away for a minute, but I won’t be long. I hope that you’re comfy."

As soon as his masked captor had left the room, Frank started struggling. Shit, he had to get out of here. Who knew what horrible things this guy had in store for him? Frank hadn’t liked the way the guy’s hands had lingered over his studly cop body as he bound him. This freak was capable of anything. Frank tugged at the cuffs around his wrists. Shit, the faggot knew how to put on cuffs properly. And he sure tied a mean knot. Frank raised his torso as he fought against his bonds, his muscles straining against the cuffs and ropes. He grunted in frustration through his taped mouth as nothing gave. OK, this wasn’t hopeless. He just had to get out of here, and someone would help. He remembered the strangely empty street and his heart sank. Surely, there must be ONE responsible citizen around who would help a police officer in need.

Frank fell off the couch onto the floor. Oh shit, that hurt! He hoped that he hadn’t dislocated or ruptured anything. Ouch, how he had he managed to end up on his back? His cuffed hands were pinned behind him, the entire weight of his body resting on his pinioned wrists. Struggling, Frank managed to turn himself over. He could feel the sweat soaking into his uniform as he tried to inch his way across the floor. Then his blood froze as he heard his captor’s voice.
"Tsk, tsk, Officer Garcia. Going somewhere?"
Good, the dumb cluck of a cop had done exactly has I thought he would. The idiot thought that he could escape! He must have thought that I was real fool if I would leave him alone for an extended period of time without expecting something of the sort. I already had some rope in my hands. It was hog-tie time for the pig!
"MMMPHHNOOOO! GGMWHATMDOING?"

"I’m just making sure that you don’t go anywhere, Officer Garcia. You were a BAD cop, trying to escape, weren’t you? Now, that’s much much better. I do like my cops in nice, cooperative packages. It makes things so much easier, doesn’t it?"
"MGGAH! MMGETMFAGMMHANDSOFFMMYASS!"
"And a very fine ass it is, Officer Garcia. You fill those uniform pants perfectly."
I gave Garcia’s lovely butt an extra squeeze. My God, but he was hot, all cuffed and roped and gagged and moaning. Revenge was going to be so sweet.

"Now that I have ascertained what a pretty ass you have, let me see what else you have to offer, Officer Garcia."
I rolled the cop over on his side, and started massaging his groin. His eyes bulged out as he screamed through his gag. Oh, this was going to be a good day. I was going to teach the rogue cop a lesson that he wouldn’t forget. Somehow, I didn’t think that Garcia was going to be the same strutting macho asshole cop when I was finished with him.

THE END

Officer Garcia played by Clark
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/22/2004
Mark Wolfe

24 photos

Model: Mark Wolfe
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/07/2003
Trouble with Boyfriends by John

22 photos; 3:45 video

You see… the trouble with my boyfriend is that he likes to pull these little games that he thinks are “cute” on me all the time, and sometimes, I am not amused. Such is the case with this past weekend.

It all started when I got home from work on Friday afternoon to find the house in a complete wreck. I had asked my boyfriend Jacob if he would pick up around the house today and do some laundry. Well when I walked in the door, there he was, on the couch, playing video games…exactly where I had left him when I went to work that morning. This did not make me happy. I went in the bedroom and took my clothes off and took a nice long relaxing bath, the slogan “Calgon, take me away” didn’t sound too half bad right about now. After my bat I went and cooked dinner, trying to ignore the dirty laundry that was thrown on the floor everywhere, and the movies, cds, video games, and mail that was just thrown on any flat surface that they could sit on.

I started making dinner for the two of us, some Beef Stroganoff. We ate, and after dinner Jacob said, “Let’s go out, I feel like dancing tonight!” Now, I’m not one to turn down a night out at the club, but come on. All Jacob did was sit on his ass all day long, and NOW he wants to use all the energy he has built up? I don’t think so. “No, let’s stay in and watch a movie tonight babe. I’m not really in the mood to go out.” I told him. “Can you do the dishes, I’m gonna go XXXX for a bit, work was pretty rough on me today,” I politely asked Jacob. And with that, I proceeded to the bedroom and laid down to take a short power XXXX.

Next thing I know, Jacob has my hands tied behind my back. Now, I like being frisky and all, but I was not in the mood right now after the day I have had. “Come on Jacob, quit it, I just want to lay here for a bit. Let me mmmmmmmphf.” And with that…..there was a cloth shoved in my mouth and I couldn’t speak another word.

“HAHA really funny,” I thought to myself. I started to get a little upset at Jacob and then he started slowly stroking my cock. I just loved the way he could handle my cock. It would always get me worked up no matter what. He was teasing me, and this made it worse. I knew he was gonna have to pay for this. He took out some duct tape and put that over the cloth that was already in my mouth and that made it almost impossible to even get out any sounds.

He proceeded to tie up my feet as well….and at this point in time I was getting a bit pissed. More like, real angry. “MMMMmmmmmmpffff!” is all I could get out past my gags. I twisted and turned and was trying to free myself from the rope. But Jacob had done a pretty good job with the rope.

Then, once again, as I was struggling and trying to get out, he started stroking my cock again. It got me instantly hard and it put me in a place of ecstasy. This boy knew exactly how to push my buttons. And why wouldn’t he? We’ve been together for 4 years. He slowly stroked my cock, “You like it when I do this?” Jacob asked. I nodded my head. “I can’t hear you. You want me to stop?” Noooooo! I thought to myself and shook my head back and forth. He continued stroking my cock, making my balls slowly get tighter and tighter, with every stroke. He knew what he was doing.

He leaned over and said, “I told you, I wanna go dancing. You’ll be here when I get back, and then I might let you out and get you off!” Jacob said with an evil smile on his face. He got up off the bed, got dressed, and walked out of the house….leaving me there like this until his return home from the bars.

The End

Jacob's Boy Friend played by Douglas

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/03/2006
Self Involved by Cryptococcus

60 photos

"Greg?"

"Unh?"

"What do you think Jeffy's up to in there?"

"Why should he be up to anything? He should be just how we left him – bound and gagged!"

"Well, it's morning now. I think we should go check on him."

Greg sighed. Morning it was, and brightening, but it was so calm and peaceful, so nice to lay in bed on a blossoming spring-time Sunday morning. He had just opened his eyes and blinked at the light blooming around the edges of the shade. He felt the bed shift, and he heard John's bare feet strike the floor. And then John poked him with a hand on his hip.

"All right, enough," Greg grunted. "I'm getting up. Let me get dressed."

John agreed, and Greg watched as John jumped into his trousers and pulled them high. Greg did the same and yanked on a tee as John pushed his feet into his boots. Then, still blinking away XXXX and rubbing his eyes, Greg trailed after John into the other bedroom.

They had bound the young man because he was underfoot and bothersome, and John and Greg wanted to get it on in some privacy.

"Give me a hand here," muttered John as he lifted Jeffy to check the ropes at the youngster's wrists. Helpfully, Greg looped an arm under the boy's knees and hefted him upward on the bed. Jeffy protested into the gag, but the two men paid his feeble, incoherent arguments no attention.

"And you can just stop eye-balling us," said John. He had stepped back to admire the younger man's restraints, but now he grabbed Jeffy's ankles and pulled the boy off the bed onto his knees. John hooked a finger in the waist of the boy's boxers and tugged downward. "Think we ought to whip his ass?" he asked.

"What for? He hasn't done anything – yet!"

"I guess you're right," said Greg, and then he shrugged. "That oughta hold him."

"Yep," agreed John.

They talked about Jeffy over Cheerios. "Me, me, me," complained John. "Jeff's the most self-involved kid I've ever seen. I swear he thinks the whole world revolves around him and his own petty little concerns."

Greg raised an eyebrow. "You never really told me why he's here, anyway."

"He's some kind of cousin from the farm. The revenuers got his daddy and momma."

Greg's eyes widened. "No shit? The department of Alcohol, Firearms, and Tobacco got them?"

"No, seems they hadn't filed any income taxes since the 60's. The IRS finally got them."

Greg chucked. "And so you got the kid."

"Yep. I think we ought to mess with him some more."

"Oh? What do you have in mind."

"Well," said John. "I was thinking about what I said – about him being all wrapped up in himself."

"Yeah?"

"I'd like to see the little brat REALLY all wrapped up in himself, and, um, I'd like to be the one to do the wrapping. "

"All right," agreed Greg, grinning.

This took some effort, but, working together and threatening loudly, Greg and John got Jeffy into a kneeling position and roped his wrists to his knees.

"This isn't very good," said Greg. "He can push those ropes right off his knees."

"Not," said John, "if we tie his elbows to his belly."

"Okay."

When it was done, John couldn't avoid the temptation to MESS WITH his cousin even more. As Greg watched in some amusement, John made several adjustments, thought about each one, and then made more adjustments. After a while, Jeffy ceased to struggle and settled down to some gentle moaning through the gag and his nose.

"Down, down," said John as he put a boot alongside Jeffy's spine. Surprised, the young man complied and stayed that way, with his head touching the floor, as John stepped back to admire the effect.

Greg then snapped off the lights. The draperies in this room were thicker, and the slender bound lad on the floor was illuminated only by the light coming from the open door. What, Greg wondered, did the helpless young man think of his predicament now? He'd just have to ask the boy, he thought.

"I'm gonna go see if the paper's in yet," said John. Greg nodded absently, still keeping an eye on the partially bound boy on the floor.

Jeffy tried to contact Greg, in whom he thought he recognized some sympathy, through telepathy, but that did not seem to be working. Greg, instead, wandered off, leaving the door ajar, and Jeffy settled into a funk.

Really, he had had nothing better planned for Sunday morning, but this crap was beginning to get OLD. At first, it was just XXXX on him when cousin John and Greg wanted to get it on. Now, it seemed like John-boy was just tying him up for the hell of it.

Greg pulled the door the rest of the way closed, and Jeffy lay there as the room slowly brightened. Eventually, with some effort, he rolled onto his back.

Greg padded into the living room and peeled the sports and comics sections away from the pile of Sunday paper on John's lap. He chuckled at a few comic strips, and then he looked up again at John. Greg sighed. John was giving him the LOOK.

Lord-a-mercy, thought Greg. Johnny's horny AGAIN. Quickly, he set the newspaper aside, rose, and met his lover in the middle of the room. Greg's hands were soon on lower rim of John's muscle tee. He was surprised when John shook his head.

"Not here, man!" said John. "In there," indicating the door.

"No shit?" laughed Greg. "In there with wonder-boy tied up on the floor?"

"Yep. We don't have to lay a finger on him or say a word to him."

Greg's eyebrows were up, almost mocking, John thought.

"But then, we could lay a finger on him," admitted John.

Greg grinned, recognizing that this was his lover's plan all along.

And Jeffy, in the bedroom, lay very quietly, straining his ears, trying to discern what the other men planned.

THE END?

Jeffy played by Hector

Greg played by Hal

John played by Sammy

Date of Production: 11/06/2006
Chip On His Shoudier

25 photos

"Ommppphhh, you sure are a big guy. Now get moving, Chippie. We’ve places to go and things to do."

The cop grunted as I dragged him out of my truck. I was grunting myself; the cop had put up a good fight, and I was probably hurting as much as he was. But….I wasn’t the one tied up and gagged!

I had already been in a pissy mood when he pulled me over. One more ticket was going to screw my insurance and I had tried to reason with him. I called it reasoning, he called it having an attitude. One thing lead to another, I threw a punch at him, he swung at me, and we ended brawling on the side of the road. Luckily, I managed to get in one low blow, and I had the cop doubled up and retching. I was on an adrenaline high, and I had tackled him, knocking him flat on his CHP stomach. As I lay on top of him, feeling his hard cop body pinned under me, something took over my mind. I would plead temporary insanity if this ever came to charges, but the thought of having that cop helpless and under my control suddenly obsessed me. It had taken only a moment to grab his cuffs and put them on him, rip off his radio and toss it into the brush, and push his bike over into the ditch by the side of the road. I had dragged him to his feet and loaded him into the back of my truck. I stood over him, watching him squirm, listening to him gasp for breath. I sprang an instant woody. I didn’t care what happened to me, this cop was mine! Once he had regained his breath, he started swearing at me, telling me what big shit I was going to be in. A pair of my dirty briefs and some duct tape had taken care of that. Some nice white rope wrapped around his studly cop body incapacitated him. Handcuffs were all good and proper in their place, but I knew these cops had their tricks to get out of their cuffs. This big boy wasn’t going to be able free himself from my knots, not for a long time. Besides, I wanted him to be really uncomfortable. That snug rope threaded through his groin wasn’t going to make him a happy camper.

"GGGMMMMPHHHHH! MMPPGHBIGMMMGSHIT!"
Ah, the sound of gagged curses. I felt full of …energy. It was amazing how some stuffing and duct tape could shut up even the cockiest of cops. His muffled grunts were music to my ears.
"Come along officer, sit down and take a load off of your feet. That’s right, make yourself comfortable. Here, you don’t need those sunglasses. It isn’t that bright in here."
I nearly blew right then and there, as the cop glared at me defiantly. He was one hot number, and he was MINE! This cop might think he was tough, but when I got through with him, he would be singing a different story. I was trying not to salivate as I looked at him. I could barely stand up I was so horny, and I saw his eyes widen as he caught sight of the bulge in my jeans. He stared at my groin, and then looked down. I saw him blush until he was as red as tomato. This was interesting development.
"I see that you noticed how happy I am to be in your company, officer. We’re going to enjoy our time together, believe me."

The Chippie didn’t seem too happy about that. He reared to his feet and tried to butt me in the stomach with his head. I nimbly stepped out of his way, and then wrestled him to the floor. It didn’t take me too long to get his legs and ankles tightly encased in rope. The sight of the white rope against his high shiny black leather boots almost did me in. I was panting for breath almost as much as he was, but for a different reason. Blood was running to both of my heads as I placed him back on his milk carton stool. I ran my hand over his cropped hair, and caressed his cheek, just where it was bulging over his tight tape gag.

"Don’t you worry, officer, everything is going to be just fine. You don’t have a thing to worry about me. Trust me."
I smiled at him brightly, even though I was practically hyperventilating with lust. He didn’t seem to have quite such a sanguine outlook at the situation as he glared at me, panting under his gag. I could see fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, glistening in his short hair. It took almost all of my willpower not to lick them from his skin. I ran my hand over his uniformed chest, letting my fingers linger over his badge. I might just keep a souvenir or two once I was finished with him. I was moaning under my breath and rubbing my bulging groin as I stroked his chest, and this seemed to alarm him even more. Even though he was trussed up hand and foot, he made yet another futile effort to escape my roving hands. He dragged himself to his feet. I could see the look of panic, and….something else in his eyes as he stood there, facing me. I could see fear, but the look of defiance had been replaced by a look of – I couldn’t quite place it. Speculation? Pleading? He shook his head and tried to say something. He wasn’t cursing now. It sounded more like no, please, no. Then he lost his balance and started to fall over. I caught him in my arms and lowered him to the floor. I felt something unexpected as I had his firm body clutched to mine. Now this was really interesting.

"What’s this, officer? I don’t think that is just your cup that feels so hard down there. Should I investigate?"
"MMMNOOOO! NNOOOOOOOO!"
The cop wriggled around, like on a fish on a hook as I started to pat him. He was trying to hide something, something that was making him beet-red with shame. He even managed to flip himself over on his stomach in his vain effort to conceal the bulging boner that was causing his uniform breeches to expand. His cup had either cracked or somehow been dislodged during our fight, and now there was nothing to hide his evident physical excitement. Would wonders never cease? It seemed as if the cop was as excited about his helpless predicament as I was – but he was ashamed of it. I would have to help, wouldn’t I? I got to work immediately.

THE END

CHiP played by Stu

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/03/2005
Rite of Passage by GR

26 photos

"You about ready, Rich?" Mike yelled as he tied his tie. He and Rich had been through hell pledging Delta Chi, and he wasn't about to miss their initiation bash just because Rich was being fussy about which tie might go with his shirt.
"Seriously, Rich, we have to go." Mike commanded as he slipped on his suit jacket. Hoping it might be harder to ignore him face to face, Mike made his way down the hall to his roommate's room. As soon as he turned the corner into Rich's room, Mike realized that something was wrong. His roommate was laying on the ground, all dressed and ready to go but out cold. Mike kneeled down to check on Rich, and that's when he felt something cold and hard pressed against the back of his head.

"Make a sound or a move, and I'll kill you." sXXXXped a somewhat familiar voice. "Don't worry about your pal, or should I say, your brother. He just had an unfortunate run in with some XXXX. He'll be back on his feet in no time...well, I don't know about on his feet. Pick him up and start dragging--we're headed to the basement."
It hadn't taken Mike long to figure out who the mystery guest was. "Craig, look, I know you're pissed off about not making it into Delta. I'd be pretty pissed, too, but this is going too far. What do you think you're doing?"
"How about you do as your told and let me decide how far is too far. I'm the one with the XXXX. Now drag his sorry ass downstairs--move it."

Mike did as he was told. It wasn't easy. Rich was a solid guy. He carefully pulled his roommate down the stairs, all under the watchful eye of Craig Nichols, who, by Mike's estimation, was a geeky asshole who had no business pledging a frat in the first place. The guys had given him hell, including Mike and Rich. When it was time to send Craig walking for good, Mike and Rich had followed the orders handed down from the powers that be at Delta Chi. They'd gotten Craig shit-faced XXXX and then left him bound and gagged, and
completely naked, tied to a flagpole at the center of campus. Needless to say, Craig had become a laughing stock.

"Bet you guys thought you were being pretty funny, huh? You fucked with the wrong guy this time around. I'm going to see to it that you learn a real good lesson," Craig growled as they descended the stairs.
Once they arrived at the bottom, Craig instructed Mike to seat Rich in one of two open chairs. He then tossed Mike several coils of rope. "Look familiar? I managed to hang onto some of the rope you guys used on me. Tie his hands and feet--tight, too. I'll be checking your work." Seeing no choice, Mike did as he was told. He looped the rope tightly around Rich's wrists, tying them off best he could. He then moved to Rich's feet, trussing his ankles tightly.

"Nice job. Now, it's your turn. Second chair is yours--have a seat." Mike sat down, as Craig made his way over. "Now I can't take any chances of you trying anything while I'm tying you up, so I hope you'll understand if I..." Before he could finish the sentence and before Mike knew what was happening, Craig had clamped a handkerchief soaked in XXXX tightly over Mike's mouth. "Take it easy now," Craig said. "Remember, I'm the one with the XXXX." Mike knew better than to fight it. Besides, his head had already beXXXX to swim. He gave into the sweet smell filling his nose and mouth and drifted off.

Once Mike was out, Craig made quick work of him, tying his wrists and ankles tight. He moved over to check on Rich, making sure Mike had done the job right. "Good boy," Craig mumbled, as he noted the bang-up job Mike had done in securing his friend. Craig then fished a couple of handkerchiefs and a roll of tape out of his pocket. Rich had beXXXX to stir. Craig knew he had to move fast. "Craig, what the fuck are you doing?" the now awakened Rich shouted.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out very shortly, now open your mouth, asshole." Rich sat defiantly, refusing to open his mouth. "I don't have time for this," Craig sXXXXped, as he clamped onto Rich's nose. Rich held out as long as he could, but he had to breathe eventually. As soon as he opened his mouth, Craig stuffed the handkerchief deep inside. He then plastered two long strips of white tape over Rich's mouth. "Your friend over here will be a lot less trouble," Craig said. As he'd predicted, the still XXXX Mike couldn't put up a fight. Craig stuffed the second handkerchief deep into Mike's mouth and secured it there with a couple large pieces of tape. He then repositioned Rich's and Mike's chairs and tied them back to back for good measure.
"Listen, I hate to leave you guys here all alone, but I think I might smell something burning upstairs, and, well, I'd hate to be stuck in here when this whole place goes up.
Guess you're going to miss the initiation, though. Tough break."

Craig made his way upstairs, where he doused everything he could in gasoline. He then lit a candle in a pool of it and made his way out, mumbling, "Another case of careless college kids."
Down in the basement, Mike was beginning to stir. Rich, on the other hand was now wide awake and well aware of their predicament. He tried to warn Mike about the impending fire, but the handkerchief and tape combo rendered his words inaudible. That's when he saw it.

In his hurry to finish things up, Craig had left the scissor he used to cut the tape laying on a table nearby. Rich began desperately attempting to direct Mike's attention to the scissors. It took Mike a second, but he finally figured out why Rich as pulling them to the right. He joined the effort, and, before long, Rich had the scissors in hand. He could smell smoke by that point and knew that he didn't have long. He worked the blade of the scissors between his wrists and the rope. It hurt like hell, but he frantically worked the blade against the ropes. After a few minutes, much to his relief, the rope on his wrists gave. Rich pulled his wrists apart and immediately set to work on his feet. Without even pausing to remove his gag, he began work on Mike, using the scissors to free Mike's wrists and ankles. Fortunately for them both, there was a small window in the corner. As they scurried out of the now blazing home, their thoughts turned to Craig, and how he was now going to be wishing he'd never fucked with them. Once they'd made it outside and removed the tape and soaking handkerchiefs from their mouths, they began to plot their revenge.

Mike played by Leo

Rich played by Kent

Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/19/2007
Outsmarting Myself by Soft Touch

33 photos

Ahh, this is the life! Right now all of my SEAL buddies were off in the swamps; playing in the mud, eating snakes and lizards, and having fun with the alligators while they played their silly Escape & Evasion games. But not me, I was smart. I played by the rules. All the rules said was that we had to stay away from our barracks and escape and evade the Aggressor XXXX for three days. Well, what better place to escape and evade to than my old buddy’s condo?
All I had to do was to hang out here for three days and then splash myself with a little mud and walk back into our barracks like I had been out playing in the swamp the whole time. All I had to do was—

“Hello Teasely.”
“What…?” Oh no, it was Torres and Cox from the Aggressor XXXX! How did they know I was here?
“Seaman Teasely, you are our prisoner,” Petty Officer Cox announced with an evil grin on his face.
Oh no, this was horrible! I was still trying to figure out where they came from and how they found me while they grabbed my skinny frame and began wrapping and tying tight ropes all around me.

“Wait a minute! You can’t come in here! This is private property! I’m gonna—“
Petty Officer Torres XXXX my face with his big hand while his buddy Petty Officer Cox looped a folded neckerchief over my head and then began drawing it hard up against my lips while Torres XXXX my jaws apart until the thick cloth slipped in between my teeth and began pulling the corners of my mouth back while Cox tied the folded cloth tightly behind my neck.
Then they pushed me back down into the chair and stood over me menacingly.
“Mmmeaman Mmmeasley,” I recited into the folds of cloth that were trapping my tongue down in the bottom of my mouth. “Mmmgited Gates Gavy—“

“Save you breath Teasely,” Cox grinned at me. “We ain’t interested in your name or your number.”
“Yea, we want you to tell us more interesting things just like your friends did,” Torres taunted.
Cox saw the look of surprise on my face and laughed. “Things like how smart you are and where you would be hiding out.”
My heart sunk down into my feet. What did these cruel bastards do to my friends to make them talk? They wouldn’t betray me like this.
“Now you just relax. You’re going to be here for a long time,” Cox advised.
“Yea, don’t go nowhere,” Torres laughed. “We’re gonna raid the kitchen.”

I watched the two of them disappear into the kitchen and I don’t mind telling you that I was scared. Somehow I had to get out of here!
So I struggled and I strained and I tried to ignore the pain of those tight ropes cutting into my body everywhere, but it was no good. Those knots were just too tight.
Maybe if I could get out the door? Maybe if somebody saw me they could help?
It wasn’t easy. Every muscle in my body was hurting by the time I was done.

But I did manage to get up on my feet. Now if I could just get the door open--?
“Going somewhere Teasely?” Petty Officer Cox taunted me.
“Yea, take a load off.” Petty Officer Torres gave me a little push and my whole bound-up body toppled over and down onto the floor.
“Now pay attention,” Cox advised. “We’re going to play a little game.”
“Yea, we brought you a few friends from the swamp,” Torres laughed.
Then I watched while Cox reached into an AWOL bag and took out a jar of muddy water with some black wormy things swimming in it. “We got some leeches.”

Then Torres pulled a wooden cage out of the bag and showed me a yellow and green spider that was as big as a coffee saucer. “An’ we got Freddy the Spider.”
And then a chuckling Cox took another jar out of the bag and showed me a many-legged creature that was so big its body was curled around to almost fill up the jar. “And then we got Petey the Centipedee. You ever been stung by a centipede?”
The skin all over my body began to crawl as I shook my gagged face from side to side. These guys were clearly insane!

“So here’s the deal,” Torres moved his ugly face close to mine. “We’re going to give you thirty minutes. You can either get loose from those ropes or you can tell us everything we want to know. You do either one and we’ll let you go back out to the swamp with the other guys where you belong.”
“Yea but if you don’t,” Cox chuckled. “Then we’re gonna start introducing you to our friends here, and then you’re gonna talk plenty.”
I looked up at their evil faces and then over at their creepy-crawly friends.

Then I began to struggle and strain and twist my body and roll all over the floor while I tried to find some way to escape from those cruel ropes.
But there was no escape. My body was had.
And then my head began to hurt and I felt like I was going to cry because I just had to admit it to myself. Teasely, you’ve outsmarted yourself again.

THE END

Teasley played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/16/2004
Training by Ivor Ciccone

32 photos

Training
by Ivor Ciccone

One of the few pleasures I get from my job as senior prison guard is the opportunity to put a dude on ice. When it's an aggressive stud of a prisoner misbehavin it's very rewarding seeing him restrained. The procredure of restraint has become my speciality, I'm trained in the physical and psychological course of actions required in getting a guy to submit.
So I get to head the immobalization crew, I get to grab nasty skinhead bastards and pin 'em down on the ground, overpower spanish druglords and gag 'em with thier bandanas. And when I tire of the stress of rowdy prisoners I get to practice my restraint and immobalization techniques on the new recruit guards and teach them some moves. I love my work.
There was one cute new dude that I was particularly looking forward to (res)training whose name was Taylor. When his time came I was waiting at the door to surprise him, he entered and I grabbed both his wrists from behind and had him cuffed in seconds.

"Shit, sir!" he spat as I pushed my new boy up against the wall, "I thought we were supposed to learn how to get them into cuffs not get cuffed ourselves!"
"I'm demonstrating how quickly and easily I can put you on ice, kid. I want you to be at this level, the same as me as soon as possible. You also got to learn to have your guard up, boy, have your wits about you, what if I was a con? Your ass would be mine! Turn around to face me."
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
"That's what guard means kid, keeping your guard up", I said as I unrolled the noisy black duct and tore off a strip.

"Uh, yes sir", Andre said while lookin apprehensive at the duct approachin his mouth.
"The next step in restraint, kid, if the prisoner isn't giving us respect and is cussin' and spitting, is the gag."
"MMYEFFER!", the grunt managed to say into the tape as I handgagged him, sealing his lips.
"We seal the duct on tight, then get the con down on his knees with this move, pay attention boy, I wanna see you do this to someone else when I'm finished.."
"MMYEFFER!"

"Get your finger in the muscle below the collar bone and XXXX them into submission, like this.."
"MMMMYYEEEFFFFEERR", the kid exclaimed in pain as I directed him to his knees. He had the expression lots of them have at this point, they realise thier yours and look at you all puppy dog like."
"Next we wrap duct around the cons legs assuring he can't kick and lash out with them or run away and then the upper arms providing extra security and preventing excess movement."
"MYEFFER", the kid said as he wriggled his body around in the tape trying to get comfortable.

"Now I want you to understand what a prisoner feels like when you have this much power over him. You are completely subordinated to me right now Taylor, do you undrstand that boy?"
"MMYEEFFERR". Ha ha I was lovin this.
"I got you all to myself now kid and if you dont start behavin yourself in the pen I might just stop behavin myself when we're alone like this."
"MHUH?", the kid exclaimed.

"I'm talkin to you as if you are an inmate kid. Respond! I'm gonna behave badly towards you because you been behavin badly in the pen!"
Taylor squirmed in the tape.

"If I hear that you been dealing drugs in here again kid I might just drag you in here and fuck your cute lil ass! Howd' you like them apples?"

"MMMMPPFFF!", he said and looked up at me kinda scared.
"Now I hear you been takin advantage of the younger guys in here, they've accused you of XXXX, boy!"
"MMMPPPPFFFF?"
"Yea and I wanna know why you've been misbehaving like this, so lets take a look. You payin attention Taylor? This is what we do with the rapists."
I put my hand on the kids crotch. To my delight, he was hard.
"You like playing with boys? Lets see how you like me playing with you!" I undid the kids uniform revealing his toned bod and then his flies so his hard dick stuck out.

He looked at me with caution but trust, I could see Taylor believed this to be official training.
"Lie down", I said and pushed him horizontal, puppy dog eyes starin up at me.
"The next step in the cons humiliation is sight deprivation", I said, "leaving them in a state of undress increases thier state of distress"
"Mmyeffer" the kid said, quieter than previously, a little subdued.
"What boy?"

"MMYEFFER!"
"Better! Don't let this training affect you boy!", I said as I sealed his eyes shut.
I sat back in my chair and squeezed my crotch as I took in the sweet sight of Taylor trussed, gagged, blindfolded, undressed and squirming.
"Lastly we pin a sign on the dude detailing his shortcomings and put him out on exhibition, which is
what I'm about to do to you.."
"MMMMPPPPPFFFFF!"
"Then I want you to get that cute Jonny kid in here and demonstrate what I've taught you on him, ok?"
"MMYEFFER".
Ah, I love my job.

fin

Taylor played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/28/2005
Puppy Training

28 photos; 5:12 video

ModelL Connor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/29/2010
Back 2 Back

26 photos

Model: Troy
Model: Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/26/2004
Packing It Away

19 photos; 4:42 video

The Victim played by Dean
The Bad Guy played by Rick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/03/2017

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