Lay Back and Enjoy It by Caitiff

24 photos; 6:50 video

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

Search and Seizure by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:21 video

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

Van

36 photos

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

Bothered Bear

21 photos; 4:44 video

Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/21/2013

Happy Birthday by Sammy

22 photos; 4:21 video

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

The Present played by Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:01/15/2012

Playing Around by Soft Touc

30 photos; 3:15 video

Mardi Gras!

28 photos

Bound Rugby by Nick007

22 photos; 3:29 video

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

Then End.

Model:Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/07/2013

Laundry Day by Josh

28 photos; 3:32 video

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

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

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

What's Under the Hood by Kurt

26 photos

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

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

Casey played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Benched

24 photos

Morning Wood

26 photos; 4:09 video

Model: Mike
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/08/2009

Fast Cash Plan by Latoo

21 photos

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

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


Doug played by Van
Photography by Caitiff

Slapped Around

23 photos; 5:05 video

Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2017

Leaving the Office

26 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Marko
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/10/2017

Biking to Bondage by Kurt

31 photos

  Greg loved to wear spandex. He liked the way the tight fabric clung to his sexy body, and he wore it every chance he got...running, biking, going to the gym, or to the beach. He also liked the admiring glances he got from both sexes when he strutted around town in his skintight gear.

It was Saturday morning, and Greg picked out some black spandex Nike bike pants, and a long sleeved black and white shirt. Admiring himself in the mirror, he noted the way the spandex hugged his torso and package. Turning around, he glanced backwards to see the way the shorts highlighted his firm bubble butt. Happy with his outfit, he got ready to put on his sneakers for a nice long early-spring bike ride. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Greg pulled open the door, and saw a handsome, tall young guy standing there, also dressed in spandex bike gear.

"Yeah?" Greg said.

  Without saying a word, the young stud's fist flew up and connected with Greg's jaw, and he tumbled backward, seeing stars. Before he could react, the intruder was on him, twisting his arms behind his back. Disoriented, Greg couldn't even react, and the next thing he heard was the ominous sound of duct tape ripping from a roll. His hands were quickly taped behind his back, and then a rag of some kind was stuffed into his mouth. Layers of tape were wrapped around his face sealing in the gag. As he was being gagged, he began to struggle, but with his hands tied, he lost any kind of leverage. He felt the attacker's knee pressing into his back as more tape was wound snugly around his arms and then his knees. Greg tried hard to fight back, but as his feet were taped up over his socks, he lost all mobility, and he lay there defeated.

 Rolling over, he finally was able to get a good look at his attacker. It was Sam McLaughlin, a member of the Bike Club whom Greg knew casually. Some of the other guys had intimated that Sam was gay, but Greg never paid much attention to that stuff. He had no problem with gay guys, and even liked the wolf whistles he got now and them from men when he wore his hot spandex gear. But what the hell was going on?

"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!!???" Greg mumbled, trying to insert a questioning tone into his gagged mumble.

"You think you're pretty hot, don't ya?" Sam said, towering over his bound and gagged prey.

  "MMMPPHHH?" Greg replied, confused.

The handsome intruder knelt next to his immobile victim, and stroked his face.

"I think you're pretty hot, too, stud. I've been watching you for months. I just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you in that spandex day after day drove me nuts. I'm sorry I hit you."

  Sam leaned in and kissed Greg's tape gagged mouth. Greg tried to pull away, finding the whole situation extremely bizarre, but figured his best chance was to play along.

He tried to smile at Sam from beneath the gag, hoping the smile would be reflected through his eyes. He mewled as sexily as he could, trying to trick Sam into releasing him. But the stalker was too smart, and he ignored Greg's pathetic try for sympathy.

"I think you'll like what I've planned," Sam said, a strange look on his handsome face. "You look so sexy tied up and helpless like that."

  Greg started to get mad, and began thrashing around, trying desperately to snap the tape bands that bound him. But the layered duct tape was strong, and Greg suddenly realized that the pressure of his bindings combined with his skintight clothing was having an odd effect on his body. He felt his cock come to life and harden, fighting a battle against its confinement in his bike pants.
Sam noticed too, and began to stroke Greg's now-bulging package beneath the black Lycra. An electric shock went through Greg's nervous system as Sam grabbed at the waistband of his shorts and began to tug them down.

"See, I told you you'd like it," Sam said, as he lowered his face into his captive's crotch.

Hector Gets Hectic

20 photos; 3:17 video

Model : Hector
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/24/2006

Deadline by SoftTouch

32 photos

  “Hey!  I'm trying to take a shower in here!”
            My shocked words ran out of my mouth even before my brain registered the appearance of the intruder who'd barged into my bathroom.  He was a big guy who was dressed in dark motorcycle leather and gloves, and he had a dark silk-stocking mask pulled down over his head which made the features of his face grotesque and frightening.
            “You Kincaid?” he growled at me from behind his mask.
            I was so scared the words wouldn't come out of my mouth so I just kind of nodded my head.
            “Turn around and put your hands behind you neck!”
            The Dark Man didn't wait for me to move.  He just grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face the wall and then he moved his masked face close to mine and waited impatiently until I raised my arms and put my hands together behind my neck.  Then he started to run his gloved hands over my body.
            “Hey!  Don't you touch me!” I croaked.
            He slapped me across the face with the palm of his gloved hand just hard enough to sting my cheek and bring tears to my eyes.  “Don't give me the pleasure of hurting you,” he warned in a voice that told that he would like nothing better than to begin hurting me a lot.
            So I closed my eyes and tried very hard to ignore the feeling of his gloved hands running all over my body and even over the thin cotton of my boxers.  Then somehow I managed to work up the nerve to whisper “What’s this about?”
            “Stupid boy,” he laughed at me.  “Today’s the reading of your Daddy’s will.”
            Dad’s will?  A sick watery feeling began to spread outward from the pit of my stomach.  I'd been away from home for a long time enjoying the freedom of the road and pretty much doing whatever I wanted, but if I didn't make it to the lawyer’s office by five o'clock today, my brother would get my share of Dad’s money and my Dad had been a very wealthy man.
            “Put your arms down!” the Dark Man barked.
            I obeyed without thinking and then yelped a little when he grabbed my wrists and pulled them back behind me.  And then I felt him wrapping some rope really hard around both of my wrists and pinching my skin.
            “Ow!  That hurts!” I complained.
            “You got a lot of mouth Kincaid, but I know how to fill it!”

Kincaid played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 03/08/2005

Party's Over by SotTouch

25 photos; 4:36 video

            “What a weird dream I had,” Brad thought as he struggled to open his groggy eyes.  Then he looked over on the couch and saw Aaron and Chuck.  That was really weird.  It looked like they had tape over their mouths and ropes tied around his feet.
            TWEET!  TWEET!
            What was that?  Then Brad discovered that he had tape all over his mouth, too, and some comedian had stuck one of those party noisemakers between his lips so that each time he tried to talk all he could make was this stupid tweeting sound.  Brad tried to pull the stupid toy out of his mouth, but that was when his dazed brain discovered that his hands and feet were tied up too.  What the hell…?
            And then Brad remembered and realized that maybe he hadn't been dreaming after all.  Santa Claus, or somebody who looked like him, had been here.  Then it all came back to Brad in a rush – his naked body, the foul tasting rag in his mouth, the tight ropes that held him so that he was blushing all over, and then that laughing Santa Claus.
            “Don't worry boys; I have a nice colorful hanky for each of you.”  And then he had laughed and laughed while he poured some XXXX juice out of a perfume bottle onto each of the hankies.  First he had held a hanky over Chuck and Aaron’s noses until they both dozed off into a deep XXXX.  The he poured some perfume onto a nice pink hanky for Brad and then held it like he was blowing Brad’s nose until the cloying sweetness on the hanky made Brad fall into a deep XXXX.
            TWEET!  TWEET!
            Brad cursed the noisemaker while he tried to get Chuck and Aaron’s attention.  Finally his two friends stirred in their XXXX, opened their eyes, and then started making panic noises behind their taped over lips when they discovered the tight ropes that were wrapped around them.
            TWEET!  TWEET!
            Brad tried to ask his two friends to help him to get untied, but Chuck and Aaron pretty much ignored him as they struggled to untie each other’s ropes instead.  Maybe if they could get loose, then they would come and help Brad, so Brad made more tweeting sounds as he encouraged his two friends to hurry.
            “Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  What is this?”

            Brad’s heart fell down to his feet as he saw a bearded guy coming into the room.
            “Trying to get away…?  No, that won't do at all.  If you leave now, you won't get to see Santa Claus when he comes.”
            TWEET!  TWEET!   TWEET!  Brad protested as loud as he could through his noisemaker, but he couldn't stop the bearded guy from pulling him out of the chair and then XXXX him to sit on the floor with his two friends so that now they were all sitting back to back.  And then the bearded guy kept right on laughing in a jolly way that was making Brad sick to his stomach while he wrapped more and more ropes around Brad and his two friends until they were closer together than they had ever been before.
            Then the bearded guy hoisted a big bag full of all of the nice presents that he had stolen from the three friends and then went on out the door.  The door closed with a solid thunk and Brad’s heart sunk.  This was going to be the worst Christmas ever.
            “Ho!  Ho!  Ho!” came a big jolly voice.
            “Oh no, he’s coming back!” Brad thought while he struggled against the tight ropes.
            But then Brad heard a very strange sound.  It sounded just like thirty-two little hoofs all prancing together on the roof.  Could it be?
            “Dear Santa,” Brad began re-writing his Christmas letter in his head.  “Instead of that nice MP3 Player I asked you for, could you please bring me a sharp knife?  Thank you, your little friend, Brad.”

He Laughed At Me by Softouch

22 photos

            He laughed at me and that was the part that really hurt because I didn't think that he was like that at all.  When I first saw him at the Club, I thought he was everything I always wanted, and when he asked me to go home with him my heart almost stopped.
            My name is Robert and I don't want you to think that I am in the habit of going home with every strange man I meet, but there was something about this particular man; something that was drawing me to him, and something that made me say “Yes” when I should have said “No.”
Once he had me in his place he fixed me another drink.  I didn't really want it because I had already had two drinks at the Club, but I didn't want to be rude so I drank it right down. 
The next thing I knew I was feeling kind of light in the head and warm all over.  Then he took me into his arms and put his big hand on my forehead.  “I think you're getting a fever,” he told me and I almost fainted in his arms.  Then I felt his big hand against my cheeks, and then rubbing my tingling lips, and then moving down over the rest of my warm body.

            Then I felt him unbuttoning my shirt and unfastening my trousers and I think I might have gasped and sighed a little.  I loved it when a man undressed me so I helped him as he took off everything except my socks and the bulging jockstrap that I wanted to show him.  I wanted him to know how really big and hot he was making me.
            But then he showed me his ropes.  I shook my head and tried to back away.  No one had ever tied me up before and I thought the idea was really scary.  But that was when he laughed at me and held me really tight while he began to rub this rubber-ball thing up against my lips.
            “It will only hurt if you try to fight me,” he told me in a really quiet voice while he rubbed that teasing ball back and forth against my lips.
            I don't know if it was something that he put into my drink or if it was just my own hunger after being left alone for so long, but something made me open up my lips wider and wider until finally I felt that strange ball-thing slipping into my mouth.  Then he wrapped his arms around me and made me put my head down on his shoulder while he tied the two ball strings together behind my neck.

            I tried to talk.  I wanted to tell him that I wasn't sure if I could do this.  But now all I could make were these odd gurgling sounds that didn't sound like my words at all.
            Then he pushed me down onto the bed covers so that the bulge in my jock was being pressed up against the firm mattress while he drew my arms behind my back.  And then I could feel him wrapping a rope all around my crossed wrists.  This was kind of surprising because the rope was kind of soft and it didn't hurt me the way I thought it would.

            Then he rolled me over onto my back and ran his big hands lightly down over my legs before he gathered my ankles together and began to wrap and tie another soft piece of rope all around them.  He knotted the rope kind of tight and then stood up to look down at me.  “You can struggle if you want Robert,” he told me in a quiet voice.  “I like it when my puppies struggle and try to get away.”
            Get away from what, I wondered?  What was he going to do to me? 

            And then I saw him smile again as he began to take his clothes off.  And then I saw that he was much bigger than I had ever imagined.  He was holding it like a weapon and for some reason that's when I started to get scared.  And the next thing I knew I was pulling against the ropes and moving my body all around on the bed while I shook my head from side to side and tried to tell him that I had changed my mind.  I didn't want to play this game any more.
            But he just laughed at my gurgling words and the way the drool was beginning to drip down onto my chin and my chest while he followed my struggling body around the bed.  And he didn't stop laughing while he used his hands to touch me here and there in all of the places that I couldn't protect now.  And he kept on teasing me until those soft ropes were starting to hurt and I was gasping for breath behind that slippery ball.

            Then he let me lie on my tummy and try to catch my breath while he began to run his gentle fingers over my hair, and down over my back and my legs, and then back up to my tight buns and hurting bulge.  And this time I didn't try to get away while he spoke softly to me.
            “That’s okay Robert; you just go ahead and catch your breath now.  It is going to be a long night and I am in no hurry.  I know that this is all new to you, but pretty soon you will understand.  Pretty soon you will be begging me to let you please me.  And soon after that you will begin to learn what every good puppy needs to know.”
            I wasn't a puppy!  I was a man, and I tried to tell him so, but by now that ball was so wet and slick inside my mouth that I couldn't make any kind of sounds that he might understand.


            “You think about it,” the man said.  Then he went out and quietly closed the bedroom door to leave me all alone in the dark.
            I don't know how long I was alone like that.  At first I was really angry and I spent a lot of time struggling and straining against those ropes and using my tongue to try and XXXX that awful ball out of my mouth.
            But the ropes just kept on hurting me and that stubborn ball wouldn't leave my mouth and so then I think I cried for awhile and felt kind of sorry for myself.
            Some time after that my tears stopped and my body began to relax on the bed.  That is all of my body except for the painful bulge in my jock.  And it was that pain that began to argue the loudest.  Why was I making such a fuss?  I wanted that man at the Club and I wanted him now.  What was I waiting for?

            So I rolled over onto my back and lifted my legs.  Then as best as I could, I spread my buns and lifted my bulging jock into the air so that he would be sure to see it when he came back to me.  And then I began to whimper and whine behind that slippery ball while I tried to tell the man in nice puppy-dog talk “Please come back.  I want to be a good puppy now.”
 

Robert played by Danny

Photography by Caitiff

Booty Call

25 photos

Model: Andre

Photography by Sammy

Soldier from Hell

25 photos

"Well, well, well if it isn't the Soldier From Hell. What's with the cammies? Did you think that I wouldn't see you sneaking around in here?"

"Hands on your head!"

"The nice thing about soldiers is that they know how to follow orders. The nice thing about rope is that it does what I tell it to, and do I have some very nice rope for you."

"No, no I don't want to hear any of your nasty words. You just chew on this for awhile and try to improve your vocabulary."

"That's right. Now you just get comfortable down here on the floor. I'll even turn on the AC for you. That should cool your hot little temper off for awhile."

"Oh, and don't worry about that little mouse that's been running around here lately. He's out in the kitchen now. I gave him a nice big plate of cheese as a present from you."

"Now I'll be right back so don't think you can escape from me."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Well we'll just have to put you on the shelf for awhile."

"There. Those ropes aren't too tight, are they?"

"Good. Now Soldier I'm going to give you just three minutes to get loose. Ready? Set? Go!"

"Two minutes, thirty seconds."

"One minute, fifty seconds. Better hurry now."

"One minute, thirty seconds. Time's almost up."

"One minute!"

"Just thirty seconds now."

"I'm sorry Mister Johnson, your time is up. You'll have to go back to your room now."

But if you're real good tonight, we'll let you play soldier again tomorrow. Won't that be fun? And I found some real authentic comm. wire to tie you up with, and Nurse Evans is going to bring in one of real those practice grenades so that you can play Booby-Trap. Yes, she is nice. Come along now."

THE END

Pfc. Johnson played by Drew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/02/2002

It was Bound to Happen by Kurt

24 photos; 5:17 video

Two college roomies...Blake, a Mets fan, and Rob, a Cards booster. Both betting guys. Blake was confident, and the bet had been kind of silly, anyway. "Whoever wins gets to do whatever he wants to the other," Rob had said. Blake didn't quite pick up on the "do whatever he wants" part. They were both broke college students, so he figured the payoff, if by some horrible chance he lost, would be maybe springing for a few brews at the pub and being XXXX by Rob to wear a damn Cardinals cap around campus.

Rob, of course, had a different idea. He watched the 7th game alone in their dorm room while Blake was hanging out with some asshole New York fans on a different floor of the dorm. As the 1-1 score dragged on into the 8th, Rob wasn't too worried. If he lost, well, he knew Blake wasn't that imaginative, and his payoff wouldn't be very tough. But if he won......

Rob popped wood as the Cards scored 2 runs, and then the Mets were down to their last out. He had to admit that the Met catcher Paul LoDuca was a major hunk, but he pushed that out of his mind as the final out was made and the Cards celebrated on the field at Shea. He knew how dejected and depressed Blake would be, lowering his defenses even more than usual.

Rob heard voices in the hallway, and sure enough, Blake stepped through the door, looking shell-shocked.

"OK, dickwad," he called out, "You won...what do I have to do? And I AIN'T doin' your stinking laundry!"

Rob sprang out from his hiding place and clamped his hand over his hot roomie's mouth, while circling his chest with his other arm. They went down in a pile, and Rob grabbed the rope he had strung out over the couch. Within a minute or two, Blake's hands were tightly bound, and Rob was unfurling an orange bandanna which was stuffed into his buddy's mouth and tightly tied behind his head.

"MMMMPPPHHH!!" said the startled Mets fan, feeling as helpless as he had a few minutes before watching his team go down in flames.

"Payoff time, little bitch", growled Rob, pulling off Blake's flip-flops as he tied his ankles. "Your hero David Wright can't help you now!!"

"What the fuck??" mumbled Blake, but it came out as "Mmma ma mmmk??"

A chill ran down his spine as the deranged St. Louis fan ran his fingers down the length of his super-sensitive soles. His bound and helpless body went rigid, then bucked, then went stiff again, then bucked again as the tickling sensation ran through his nervous system. His feet were extremely ticklish, and that bastard Rob knew it. Soon the beleagured Mets fan was screaming and panting through his gag as his handsome roomie kept up the relentless foot torture.

"Like that?? Like that??" taunted Rob as Blake squirmed and struggled helplessly. "That's more action than those damn Mets showed all night!!"

Even more than the tickle torment, Blake was hurt by the mean comments about his team. As he gasped and wiggled, desperate to break free, he was planning a World Series bet, which he had every intention of winning!

The Intruder by Sammy

29 photos; 7:13 video

This had been a terrible day for Paul. He had just lost his job his boss had fired him after a full days work. Now he was tired and broke. He fumbled with his keys at the door before he finaly realized that the door was open. He swung the door open and marched into his apartment. Most everything was gone. Before the shock had completely set in he felt a rough hand clamp down over his mouth and a silver XXXX muzzle was pressed against his chin. "MMmmpphh!"

"Settle down, tough guy. You may be big but you can't stop bullets. Or maybe you could but only once."

Paul opened his mouth to say something, but the intruder clamped a foul smelling rag over his mouth and nose. Paul's eyes seemed to swim in the fumes pemeting the cloth and then everything went black.

He did not know how long he was out but he was soon roused by his inability to move. He strained and twisted against the fogginess in his head. Then it all became painfully clear, he was bound to a stout old, wooden chair. The ropes that held him were so tight he could feel them cutting deep into his tender skin. His hands and arms were securely lashed to the seat of the chair with long rope thar wound around his forearms. More rope was secured around his thighs twisted around the legs of the chair and then tangled in a mess around his ankles. The ties on his legs pulled his jeans tight around him and the resulting friction was more stimulating than Paul wanted to admit. He pulled and wiggled to try and free himself from the cruel bondage but the ropes and the chair held fast. Finally he screamed with frustration. Just as he was about to scream again the intruder shoved the barrel of his XXXX in his mouth.

"Wouldn't do that again. If I thought you were going to wake up so soon I would have gagged you sooner. Then the intruder yanked a blue rag from Paul'sback pocket and shoved it into his mouth.

"Hang on a minute. You had a blue handkercheif in your left back pocket.", commented the intruder. "You know what that means." Then the intruder sat down on Paul's lap.

Paul winced, but not from pain. He had always wanted a boyfriend but he had never had the courage to go find one. Maybe this was as good as he could get. Either way it felt fantastic to have the strange man so close to him.

"Mmmpphh, more Mmmph, mmpphh, mmpphh."

"Yeah, I though you might like that.", laughed the intruder. "Maybe I will come back for you once I have sold all your junk."

Paul, pulled ,twisted and struggled. He arched and flexed as the ropes seemed to get tighter and tighter. Watching the intruder cart all his things out of the apartment intensified his rage. Finally in desperation he kicked his feet and twisted with such ferocity that he flipped the chair onto its back. He fell to the ground with a resounding THUD!!

Paul gasped into his gag as the wind rushed raced out of his lungs. All he could do was lay on the ground winded as the intruder fled with the last of his things. He was not sure how long he lay there but eventually the resounding footsteps of the intruder faded and did not return. It was almost an hour before Paul realized that the intruder was not coming back. Paul kicked, and struggled with renewed fervor. He did not want to be left on the floor, he didn't want to be left alone again. He kicked and pulled and twisted. He pulled and flexed and screamed into the gag. MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!! MmPpHh! MMMPPPHHH MMPPPHHH MMPPHH!! Mmpphh!

"Settle down there tough guy. I told you I would be back."