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No Escape by Fidelis

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Ouch, ooch, ouch. Damn, Rafe had really let himself get snookered. It had been Big Pete’s idea to garrote the driver of the prison van with shoes with their laces tied together, but guess whose shoes had been used? Rafe’s. It has also been Big Pete’s idea to gag the moaning guard with socks, and whose socks had been used. Rafe’s. So here he was, XXXXing along this alley in his bare feet, while Big Pete, still comfortably shod, had taken off in the opposite direction. The first thing Rafe had to do was to find some shoes, and some new clothes. He would look a bit conspicuous strolling about town in this get up. He kept on rattling gates as he XXXXed along the alley. Aha, finally he found one that was open. He snuck into the backyard, glancing around furtively. No loud dogs, no music coming from the house. Perhaps he would finally have a lucky break. It was about time that his luck changed. There was no fucking way that he was going to go to prison. Nope, not with his looks. He sure didn’t want to have a whole passel of hairy boyfriends abusing his firm, studly body. It was too bad that the judge had been in such a pissy mood. Rafe sure as hell hadn’t been expecting a prison term. Hmmm, perhaps once he got some new clothes he would pay a visit to that incompetent attorney. Yeah, he would teach that guy a lesson. But first things first. Some clothes, some shoes and some cash.
Rafe fiddled with the lock of the back door. He didn’t want to smash a window to gain entrance – why bother calling attention to himself? He was sure the news of the escape was already on the radio. He really needed to keep a low profile. Ah, thank God for crummy old locks. That hadn’t been so hard after all. Oh crap, another door. The first just let him into a dingy porch. Rafe knelt down to inspect this lock. Hey, it would be a piece of cake. It took him just a minute to get this door open. Now, all he needed was…
"Freeze, you piece of scumsucking garbage. Don’t make a move!"
Oh great, this was just what he needed.
"Hey, man, calm down. I wasn’t doing anything. I…."
"You shut your mouth, you criminal trash. Yeah, I know who you are. You’re one of those cons who beat up on that prison guard and escaped. So, you want to see the inside of my house. Fine, you’ll see lots of it, more than you had intended on seeing. Now MOVE! Get those hands of yours up in the air. And no sudden moves. It would make me really happy to ventilate you, and the cops wouldn’t say boo. "
Rafe thought that it would be prudent to obey this guy. He didn’t look too stable and seemed fully capable of carrying out his threat.
"OK, OK, I’m moving. See? Hands up in the air and all. There isn’t any need to get carried away. Let’s just act like responsible adults here. Hey, what the fuck….?"
"MMMMPHHMMYMMHEAD. MMOHHH."
Rafe regained consciousness, his head pounding. The big bastard with the big XXXX must have whacked him on the head. Whacked him really hard. Oh damn, but his head hurt. Rafe tried to raise a hand to rub his aching head and discovered that he couldn’t move. He wasn’t in a position to say much either, as he realized that his mouth was sealed with a piece of sticky tape. He was sitting on a couch, his hands bound behind him, his mouth taped and rope wrapped all around his upper body. Shit, this was NOT turning out to be a good day for him.
"Get on your knees, punk. Come on, you heard, KNEEL you piece of criminal trash!"
Oh boy, Rafe had the feeling that he had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. He slid to his knees, shooting his captor a defiant glance.
"You looking at me boy? Huh, YOU LOOKING AT ME! Who gave you permission?"
"GGGGAHHHOUCHHHHHH!"
Rafe shrieked in pain as the big fucker grabbed his hair and pulled on it. This didn’t help his headache. He surreptitiously (or so he thought) made a rude gesture with his hand.
"Don’t you get fresh with me, you little turd. Boy, are you going to be sorry that you dragged your criminal ass into this neighbourhood. Yeah, you’re going to be really sorry, once I’ve finished with you."
The big guy dragged Rafe back up onto the couch, and bound his legs and ankles. He smacked Rafe across the face before leaving the room, after warning Rafe that ‘he would regret it if he moved a muscle.’
Rafe was no dummy. He realized that this man was totally out of control. Why hadn’t he called the police once he had bopped Rafe on the head. Ah shit, the guy was probably some weirdo vigilante type. Rafe knew that he had to get out of this place, pronto. He would rather throw himself on the tender mercy of the cop’s than face some crazed vigilante. He managed to drag himself to his feet. He moaned into his gag as the movement caused his head to pound even harder. He told himself that he had to be brave, that this was all in a good cause as he tried to hop across the room.

"You think you’re going somewhere, punk? Well, think again, you piece of garbage. You don’t go anywhere until I let you go, and I’m not letting you go, not yet." The big man smiled cruelly as he hooked a leg around Rafe’s bound ankles and sent him crashing to the floor.
Rafe writhed in pain as he tried to scoot across the floor, away from this crazy man. The guy had a really strange look in his eyes as he advanced on Rafe, more rope hanging from his hands.
"Yep, you’re going to be spending some time with me. I’m going to give you a choice. You kep me happy and maybe I’ll give you a head start when the cops come looking for you. "
"MMMMMMNNNNPPHH!!"
Rafe wailed in fear and pain as he was hog-tied. What was going to happen to him? Rafe had a pretty shrewd idea what was in store for him, and his captor confirmed his fears.
"Yup, you might be criminal scum, but I don’t see why I should let an oppertunity slip through my fingers. "
Rafe looked up at the big guy as he loomed over him. He didn’t want some freak messing with him. But he really didn’t want to go back to prison either. He squeezed his eyes shut as he resigned himself to his fate.

THE END

Rafe played by Clarke
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/02/2004
Floored by Rundawg

30 photos; 3:02 video

Antonio was always the person that would go to parties empty handed and drink everyone else's liquor. Just last week he had attended Marcus' party and consumed enough liquor to hurt a small animal. Marcus' had kicked him out and told him he would get back at him.
While Antonio was relaxing after a long day at work, he heard a XXXX on the door. He opened it and saw Marcus holding a bottle.
"Hey we are neighbors. I brought you a peace offering"

Before Antonio could reach for the bottle, the lights went out and down he went. Marcus hit him on the side of the head with the bottle. Luckily it did not break. Marcus quickly pulled out a piece of rope and tied Antonio's hands behind his back. It was time for him to pay him back for taking advantage of his guests at his party. Once his hands were tied he moved on to removing his pants and underwear. Amazingly the big, huge cock that Antonio always bragged about was not that big. Marcus was going to have some fun exposing this loser to everyone that knew him. He took the rest of the rope and tied his feet together.

Antonio started to come to. He slowly started to see Marcus's face come to focus. Antonio tried to move but couldn't and became startled.

"What the hell man!" he said.

"Shut the hell up! For once I figured you could see what it felt like to watch other people drink instead of you hogging up!"

Antonio wiggled and squirmed. "Get me loose before I ..."

Marcus clamped his hand over his mouth. "Before you what? There is not a damn thing that you can do but just lay there and wiggle like a slug in salt. I'm sick of hearing your whining". Marcus pulled out a green bandana and tied it tightly around Antonio's mouth. He soaked a little bit of the booze in it so Antonio could get a taste of what he was missing.

"Now you sit there and be a good boy while I get my camera to show all the ladies what a teeny dick you really have"

Antonio tried his best to move around and get the ropes loose. One thing for sure, Marcus knew how to tie a knot. No matter how much he moved or tried, the knots would not even move an inch. He even tried to yell but the bandana kept his sounds muffled and the walls in this building were pretty thick too.
A few moments later Antonio heard Marcus coming back.
"Well while you were squirming like a little bitch I was able to get some great XXXX from around the corner. I am sure these will be interesting for some people out there. I think I am going to leave you like this while i go and enjoy this bottle. Who knows. I may come back and share it with you, but not in the way as I did when you opened the door"

Marcus patted him on the head and left the apartment with the bottle in his hand. Antonio realized that he had made a mistake by crossing someone that lived just upstairs from him. He laid there and squirmed as he patiently awaited for Marcus to return. Hopefully with the bottle.

The End

Antonio played by Andre

Marcus played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/13/2006
A Lesson In Humility by JMZ

29 photos

I had a great time at summer camp this year. This year it was a dude ranch my parents shipped me off too.My friends and I had a blast riding horses, swimming, and learning how to swing a lasso.Everything was going great until the counselor assigned to our bunk began his power trip.
His name was Todd.He was fresh out of college and thought he was Gods gift to the world. He made it a point to dress in full cowboy garb everyday on the ranch. He had a strong southern accent. Todd had grown up nearby and spent his summers off of school teaching the kids lasso tricks and how to rope steers.This guy was really something, at least in his mind he was. He had been assigned lead counselor to my bunk and took it very seriously.

Todd made it a habit to make sure we all knew he was in charge.He liked to bark orders and push us around when female counselors were around.Slowly but surely the entire bunk began to loath him.One afternoon after the jerk went off on one of his trips we got together and decided we needed to put him in his place.
Todd had the biggest crush on one particular counselor named Susie.Susie had he flirted all summer but never found the time to hook up. We started with a note taped to Todds locker asking him to meet Susie in the woods.Todd seemed so siked all afternoon it was almost pathetic.My bunk mates and I hid in the woods as we saw Todd approach.The plan was simple we would all jump out to scare him and tie him up so we could have a little fun.Todd approached and we all jumped out.The funny thing is the tough guy was so startled from suprise he fainted.I couldnt beleive it this was going to be easier than I thought.

We managed to get Todd tied to the tree just as he came to.We had tied the ropes around his torso and tree tightly to keep him from falling over when he was still out cold.As he came too he realized what had happenednd beagn to cuss to high heaven."You little bastmmmppphhh", he yelled.Well at least he tried till we cleave gagged his big mouth tight.The bandanna spread his lips and squeezed his cheeks. He tried hard to speak but all that came out was spit and grunts.

After a while he was able to free himself from the tree while we watched from a distance, just as he was getting loose we tackled him and tied his legs up tight.The ropes tightly hugged his body, he couldnt get loose, not for lack of trying. Poor Todd struggled hard.He squirmed and grunted endlessly but to no avail.This guy was going to be tied a while.After making sure he would be able to free himself was all ran back to camp and had the run of our bunk, at least for an hour.Todd eventually was able to free himself.After that he was the nicest guy in the world, who knew?

The End

Todd played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/30/2004
Washed Up by Kurt

43 photos; 5:25 video

Chuck hated being on the road for work. Living out of a suitcase in motels got to be a real pain after about a week, but at least the company paid for his gas and meals, so he actually came out ahead at the end of the month. Sometimes he had dinner and a few drinks with clients at the end of the day, but usually he ended up alone after work, bored and with nothing to do but watch cable.

This was one of those nights. He didn't know anyone in town, so he'd just grabbed some Arby's after his last meeting, and headed back to the motel. He decided a nice hot shower would feel good, so he stripped and turned it on full-blast. Ahhhh...that feels great, he thought, as the water pulsed against his nicely-toned body. As he started to towel off, he heard an odd sound from the bedroom. Turning quickly, he was shocked to see a shadowy figure facing him.

"What the...", Chuck sputtered.
"Hands up," the figure growled, "and shut up!"

Chuck noticed the XXXX in the intruder's hand, and wisely decided not to try to raise an alarm. He had seen in the local paper just that morning that there had been a series of motel robberies in the area, but it had never even occurred to him that he could be a victim. The story said that each of the 3 previous victims had been men, and that none of them had been harmed, though they had been bound and gagged, sometimes for a whole day, before they were discovered. The story ran through Chuck's head as he stood facing the masked figure who stood next to his bed.

"Come on over here, champ", the man said, gesturing with the XXXX. "No heroics or you'll be sorry."

"OK, take it easy," Chuck said, trying to sound calm. "My wallet's over there on the dresser."

"You mean this?" the intruder said, holding up Chuck's wallet. "Just take it and go."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Hands behind your back."

Chuck obeyed sheepishily, and grimaced as he felt the man loop a long length of rope around his wrists, cinching it and knotting it so that his hands were locked together as tightly as if they were handcuffed. Chuck glanced down at the bed, where he saw a small backpack lying open. He could see coils of rope in the backpack.

"Sit!"

Chuck sat on the edge of the bed while the XXXXman knelt in front of him and tied his ankles together as tightly as his wrists. He then added more rope around Chuck's knees, and once his legs were bound together, he grabbed Chuck's shoulder and flipped him up onto the bed. Chuck watched as he reached into the bag and pulled out a bandanna. Chuck knew he was about to be gagged.

"Please, you don't have to ga...ummmpphh!"

Chuck's plea was cut off as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth, pulling painfully on the corners of his lips as the knot dug into the back of his neck.

Chuck felt so helpless and exposed. The soggy towel he had wrapped around his waist had loosened when he was thrown onto the bed. He knew any movement at all would make the towel fall away, exposing his nude body to this stranger. Oddly, a strange thrill ran through Chuck's body as he felt dominated and controlled by this stranger, and he was horrified to feel his cock begin to harden. Although he was proud of his sexual equipment, he was totally embarrassed to have it observed, and possibly XXXX, by a strange man. Chuck lay as still as he could, hoping the towel would continue to hide his private parts.

The intruder had his back turned to Chuck as he rifled through his wallet and suit pockets.

Suddenly, he turned to face his captive.
"Two hundred bucks and a cheap watch. Hardly worth my time and effort."

Fear ran through Chuck when he realized that he might be in danger by not having enough to satisfy the robber.

The intruder stood for a minute in silence, staring down at his bound and gagged prey.

"Hmmmm....you got a hot body, you know that, pal?"

Chuck grunted in surprise. What the hell??

The stranger sat on the opposite side of the bed to where Chuck lay tied and helpless. With a quick movement of his hand, he whipped the towel off.

"Oh yeah....real hot!"

Chuck moaned as the assailant reached into his bag and pulled out more rope and a wide roll of white duct tape.

Chuck moaned as the intruder sat behind him and he heard the stripping sound of the white adhesive tape being pulled from the roll. His captor pressed the end of the tape over Chuck's cleave-gagged mouth, then wrapped it around his head three times. Each wrap felt tighter and tighter on Chuck's face, and his garbled moans were now completely silenced by the tight gag. The only sound he could make was a low growl from his chest which became an unintelligible grunt by the time it reached his sealed-up lips.

After reinforcing his gag, the stranger roughly pushed Chuck face down onto the bed.

Suddenly, a hand was on Chuck's firm ass cheeks, kneading and massaging them like a pair of ripe melons. Chuck felt humiliated...he couldn't believe how a few coils of rope, a bandanna, and some tape could make him totally helpless.

Suddenly, he heard the ripping sound of the tape coming off the roll again. His chin was grabbed from behind, and a strip of tape was plastered over his eyes, blindfolding him. Chuck whimpered as his sight was taken away. Now he was completely helpless.

"Pretty, very pretty", the man said creepily, sending a chill up Chuck's spine.

His shoulders were grabbed and he was flipped over onto his back, his half-hard cock rising from his groin. Chuck groaned as a hand gripped his shaft and began stroking it.

Chuck was a horny young man, and although he was straight, any touching of his cock was sure to arouse him. Within about a minute he was rock-hard, and it only took a few more minutes of the hand job before he shot a huge load.

It coated his cockhead and soaked his pubes as the hand massaged the hot cream back onto his body.

As Chuck lay there, feeling a combination of humiliation and lust, he felt more rope being worked around his chest and shoulders. He was flipped back onto his belly, and the ropes were pulled around his back, while his legs were raised and attached to the ends, putting him into a snug hogtie.

He felt the intruder rise from the bed, then heard the click of the television being turned on. Chuck groaned as the horrific sound of "American Idol" filled the room, knowing that any pathetic moans he made would be drowned out easily.

"Have a good night, Handsome," he heard, and then the opening and shutting of the door.

Chuck lay there, dazed, and recalled the newspaper article he had read that morning. Evidently, the reporter had had the good taste to leave out the more sordid details.

Chuck played by Charlie
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/10/2009

Chuck played by Charlie Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2009
Sammy's Fantasy by Sammy

26 photos; 3:07 video

It was just another ordinary day at the Boundguys Manor. I was buy amusing myself with a book of old bondage photos. As I thumbed through the pages alot of fond memories slowly surfaced. Like most of my thoughts they involve hot guys in various states of undress bound and gagged. Lost in my daydreams it did not take long for my head to slump down as I drifted off to XXXX.

I don't know how long I slept but when I finally woke up; some one had duct taped me to the chair I was XXXX in. They had wrapped the sticky duct tape in thick layers around my shoulders aand chest, my waist and my arms and feet. Whoever had done it was certain to wrap many layers around me so that it was impossible to break free.

I strained against the tape but had no success, I flexed and tried to sXXXX the layers in twain still no effect. Whoever had caught me had done a good job. I heard somebody move behind me and I twisted in the sticky duct tape to try and see who it was. I knew it had to be one of the other guys as we had been tying each other up since Caitiff and myself first got the new house to run the website out of.

Before I could get a good look at whoever it was a meaty hand clamped down hard over my mouth. MMpphh!! I struggled and writhed in the tape and strained until it felt like I was going to tear myself apart but I could not shake the hand that XXXX my mouth shut. MMpphh,MMPPHH, mmmhhhp!

Finaly the hand realeased and I looked up into more duct tape being peeled off of a thick silver roll. My assailant stretched it over my mouth and wrapped it around and around my head. I pulled and twisted in the chair and tried to kick my legs out in front of me but whoever had caught me aXXXX had also securely wrapped, duct tape around my feet and the chair's base.I was completely immobilized.

Then the last thing I remeber was here the sound of more duct tape peeling off the roll. The last piece of duct tape was smeared across my eyes and everything went black. Even though I could not see anything I could feel the same hands sliding and groping all over my body. They rubbed along my chest and legs while I struggled deliciously against the tight, sticky, silver restraints. MMMppphh? MMmPPpHHh!!? Whoever had gagged me was enjoying rubbing my cock and thighs.

I pulled so hard against the duct tape that the chair rolled a few feet. I tried pulling one arm with all my migh then the other; even though the chair creaked alarmingly the duct tape held. I flexed my thighs and strained my back arching it up against the tape no success. A thin sheen of sweat coatedmy body by the time I was to exhausted to continue struggling. Every thing was still dark and I could feel the hands rubbing all over me. Then the hands began shaking me vigorously!

Sammy, wake up.Sammy! Sammy! Wake up!

I yawned and stretched as Caitiff roused me from my XXXX. "You must have been having a pretty good dream."

"Yeah, I was." I responded.

"Was it the bondage one again?"

"It is always the bondage one." I laughed. "Is it time for another shoot?"

"Yeah, you get to put Andre in the ropes today."

"Andre, was always one of my favorites. I think I will use duct tape."

The end

Sammy played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/16/2006
Hard to Refuse by Soft Touch

20 photos

            Terry blinked his eyes at the morning sun as he walked across the employee parking lot. The bright sun hurt his eyes and made him feel even more tired after working sixteen long hours in the hospital. All Terry wanted to do now was to get back to his apartment and then fall to down on his nice soft bed so poor Terry was already XXXX-walking as he opened the back of his old hatchback and bent over to put his carry-bag inside.
            “Ouch!”
            Suddenly something stung Terry right in his butt. Terry reached back and felt around with his hands until he felt a small feathered dart sticking into his scrub pants. Terry pulled out the dart and looked at it. “Where did this come from?”
            Then both of Terry’s legs felt like they were going to XXXX and the parking lot began to spin all around his head. Strong hands grabbed Terry by his arms and began to push him toward another car.
            The next thing Terry knew he was lying down in a back seat while those hands wrapped him up in ropes, tied a big old bandanna over his eyes, and then wedged a thick roll of bandanna between his lips to stop Terry’s complaining about the harsh treatment he was receiving.
            Terry must have dozed off for awhile after that because the next thing he knew he was on his feet again and being pushed through the blindfolded darkness by those strong hands. And then those hands held him close to a really strong body and warm lips whispered into Terry’s ear.
            “Let’s get this straight. I am the Man and you are the Meat. You give me any trouble and I'm going to chop you down. You got that Meat?”
            Terry moaned into his gag. He wasn't Meat. He was a highly-trained Nurse’s Aide and he had his diploma to show it. But the Man didn't seem to care who or what Terry was as he pushed the young Nurse down onto his knees on the hard floor.
            “Do we understand one another?” the Man growled at Terry.
            Terry moaned into his gag. He didn't know what he was supposed to say.
            “I'm talking to you, Meat!”
            Terry almost screamed as the Man grabbed him roughly and pushed him down onto the floor. Then his strong hands and hard body began attacking Terry’s trembling body in all sorts of ways. Terry flinched and begged into his mouthful of cotton for the Man to stop, but the Man wouldn't stop and with his eyes covered by the bandanna, poor Terry couldn't tell where the next attack on his body was going to be.
            Suddenly the Man ripped the blindfold off of Terry’s eyes, blinding him with the bright lights in the room. And then he jammed his elbow up against Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me when I tell you that I will hurt you if you give me any trouble?”
            Terry whimpered. None of his training had prepared him for this.
            Then the Man’s strong hands closed around Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me?”

            “Yes…! Yes, I believe you. Please don't hurt me any more,” Terry begged as he worked his lips and his tongue against the soggy wedge of bandanna and hoped that the Man could understand the strange sounds that were coming out of his mouth.
            “That’s better! Now give me those feet!” The Man demanded.
            Terry surrendered his feet to the Man and tried not to flinch while the scary character began wrapping rope really tightly around Terry’s ankles.
            Then the Man pounced on Terry again, and again he shut off Terry’s breathing with his strong arm while he hissed into Terry’s face. “That’s right, Meat. You just keep doing everything I tell you. Then maybe, just maybe when this is all over I'm going to let you go home with all of your body parts.”
            By now Terry’s whole body was trembling and he couldn't stop the little whimpering sounds that he was making behind the bandanna wedged into his mouth. This guy was crazy, really crazy!
            “Okay Meat, time for some pictures.” The Man grabbed Terry and pushed him up on the couch. Then he made Terry sit up straight so that everybody could see the poster he had plastered to Terry’s chest. Then he backed off and started flashing his camera at Terry.
            “You see Meat, it’s like this. You got a very important person on your floor, somebody we would really like to get close to. So we're going to persuade your Nurse buddies to be someplace else when we make our move.”
            Oh no, Terry couldn't let that happen!
            “Of course, if your buddies don't want to cooperate tonight,” the camera flashed again. “Then we're going to send them one of your little parts every night until they decide to play it our way.”
            “My body parts…!” Terry screamed inside his head.
            “Yea, won't that be fun?”
            And then the Man laughed and laughed.

THE END

Terry played by George

The Man played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/17/2006
Checking Up On Dean

20 photos; 5:12 video

Dean played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/06/2018
Flex

21 photos

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/24/2008
But I thought by Kurt

26 photos; 5:28 video

Thad was thrilled to get the callback from the new restaurant. Times were tough, and his freshly-minted MBA in finance was getting him nowhere fast. The new Western-themed restaurant was the best offer he'd had since he graduated. Sure, being a waiter dressed up as a cowboy was a far cry from a corner office on Wall Street, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

Thad was to meet Gary, the HR guy, at the Wagon Wheel. When he got there, he was surprised that he was the only applicant there. He had assumed that all the new hires would be there together.

"Hello?" Thad called out, as he stepped into the quiet restaurant. There were some scaffolds and paint cans scattered around, and the booths were all wrapped up in heavy plastic.

"Thad?" a voice said behind him, causing Thad to jump. "Oh, hi, Gary?"

"Yeah", Gary said, extending his hand to Thad. He was a handsome, tall blond guy dressed in tight blue jeans and a white tank top. "Welcome to the Wagon Wheel."

"Thanks," Thad replied, "Am I the only one here so far?"

"Yep," Gary answered. "Head downstairs, you'll find your uniform laid out on a chair. Wanna make sure everything fits right before opening day. There's a locker down there for your clothes. Put on everything you find and I'll be down in a minute."

"OK", Thad said, turning to the staircase that led downstairs.

When Thad reached the basement, he was surprised to see it was nearly empty. The locker and the chair with his uniform were there, and an old blanket on the floor nearby. Thad quickly stripped down to his bikini briefs, and started dressing in the stuff he found on the chair. A pair of jeans fit him perfectly, though the cut was tight. A nice pair of brown cowboy boots, and a black Stetson were also on the chair, along with a white athletic shirt. Thad looked for a Western style shirt to wear over the wifebeater, but there was none there.

"Looking good!" Gary's voice behind him made Thad jump again. He had a funny way of sneaking up behind you.

"Umm, thanks...but I don't see a shirt", Thad said sheepishly. "You're wearing it!" Gary said, a sly smile on his handsome face.

There was a loud noise from upstairs. Gary looked surprised, then said to Thad, "I'll be right back!"

Thad sat down in the chair, waiting for Gary's return. He heard some voices from upstairs, probably delivery men with more restaurant equipment.

A few minutes went by, and Thad heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw Gary's jeans-clad legs, then was shocked to see his face with a hand clamped over his mouth from someone behind him. A third figure followed them. Gary's eyes were wide over the hand that covered his mouth.

Thad's throat froze up and he watched in amazed silence as the 3 men approached. The one handgagging Gary suddenly removed his hand. Gary groaned and slumped to his knees, then sprawled out cold onto the hard floor.

"OK, shithead, if you don't want the same, turn around, put your hands behind your back and keep your trap shut."

Not wanting to be XXXX out, Thad did as he was told. Within seconds, his wrists and arms were tightly tied in white rope. A bandanna was pulled between his teeth as a cleave gag, and knotted tightly behind his neck. Then another bandanna, folded wide, was tied over his mouth. He was roughly pushed onto the old blanket on the floor, and his knees and ankles were quickly tied.

"OK, let's go", one said to the one who had bound and gagged Thad.

"What about this one?", the second one said, gesturing towards Gary.

"We'll be gone before he comes to. Come on!"

The two strangers headed up the stairs, leaving Thad helplessly trussed and gagged and Gary still out cold on the floor.

Thad moaned into the thick cloth gags covering his mouth. He knew the job market was tough, but this was ridiculous!

The End

Thad played by Matt Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/05/2009
Cellmates by HumiliatedGuyz

22 photos

Their first mistake had been to let anyone know they’d stashed a significant amount of cash on the outside. The second had been trusting Trev.

Jim and Lyle were petty crooks, doing time for committing an armed robbery together. Neither blamed the other for getting caught; it was because of a flat tire leading to an upstanding citizen recognizing them from some surveillance footage. Such is life. Luckily, they hid the money before their capture.

This was a story they had, in retrospect foolishly, told their buddy Trev in the yard one day.

“You mean to tell me that there are four million dollars out there waiting for you two to get out?” Trey asked incredulously.

They nodded, grinning.

Trey looked at them for a moment and then told them of a plan he was formulating.

The three of them talked for about two more weeks. Trev finally convinced them that he was on the up and up. The plan was daring, but if they pulled it off - they’d all be free to escape the country with their money. It was either that or do twenty-five years. The choice was easy.

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They did it. Three correctional officers got stripped bareass, bound and gagged, wrapped up in sheets like squirming, indignant mummies and each of them stuffed in an unused dryer in the laundry room. The stashing of the guards allowed them uniforms and IDs with which to drive out of prison calmly. They ditched the cop car and split up. Jim and Lyle went to grab the money. Trev went to wait for them at the appointed meet-up place to finish fake passports before dividing the money and getting out of the country. The two best friends briefly considered screwing Trey over and just moving on. But Jim and Lyle were pretty decent guys for unrepentant thieves and figured it was Trey’s plan that had gotten them out, so they owed him his cut.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Trev was broadly grinning, sitting at a table where he just finished their documents. Jim plunked the case on the table and opened it up. All they saw was green, green, green.

And then the shine off the barrel of a XXXX. A XXXX held by a short guy who stepped out from behind a stack of boxes.

“Hands up.”

Jim and Lyle both stared at Trev.

“You sonuvabitch,” Jim hissed.

“Sorry fellas, but splitting four mil two ways is a lot nicer than four. But don’t worry, no one’s getting hurt. I can at least let you two live for turning me on to this score. But I’m sorry, my guy Don here is coming with me to Rio. You two ain’t. Strip.”

Jim and Lyle looked at each other. And both shrugged almost in unison and began taking off the clothes they had snatched to replace their prison jumpsuits. When they were both down to their prison-issued boxers and socks, they looked expectantly (and not a little angrily) at Trev.

“Keep goin’!,” Trey said, motioning with the XXXX HE had produced towards their underwear.

“Oh, fuck you, man!” Lyle.

“Aw c’mon, just tie us up. Isn’t that humiliating enough?” Jim pleaded.

“Sorry, guys. I gotta make it as difficult as possible for you to come after us. Figure all your junk flopping around oughta stall you for when you get untied,” Trev explained.

They lost their undies. Shivering in the drafty warehouse, their cocks experiencing a little shrinkage and their buns clenched in fear, they stood as Don (with a snicker) tied their hands behind their backs. Tightly. Then, with a humiliating dual boot to their bare bums, Don and Trev kicked them onto a mattress that they had put out for this very occasion.

“OOFFF!!,” the two hapless cons groaned in unison as they belly-flopped nude on the cushioning.

“Man, these dudes got nice big sexy bubble butts,” Don said hungrily.

Jim and Lyle looked at each other as they lay prone, ass-up on the mattress. Both were wide-eyed.

“Oh, yeah, guys, I gotta say, um, the way I got my friend Don here in on this was that I promised him…well, some entertainment,” Trev said apologetically.

“What do you mean ‘entertainment’?” Jim demanded panic threaded through his question.

He didn’t get an answer. What he and Lyle DID get were two bandanas tied tightly in their mouths, cleaving their lips and making speech difficult. Making their speech even MORE difficult were the strips of duct tape Don added to their mouths to seal the gags in and render them almost unintelligible.

“MMMPPHRGGGHHHH??,” Jim mmmphed, wiggling his bare behind in anger and fear.

“MMMmPPHHHMMOOMMPPHH!” Lyle mmmphed, glaring at Jim. Translation: “This is all your fault, numbnuts!”

“Look, guys, if you do what Don says, it will be quick and relatively painless. He brought plenty of lube,” Trev offered somewhat apologetically.

“MMMPPGGHHRHRRRRRRRPPHHH!!!,” Jim and Lyle said in unison, now both bare round rears wiggling and bouncing in fear and frustration.

“And if you DON’T do what he says, he’s not gonna use lube. And he told me he knows where your families live. I’m not threatening them. But Don here is a little wacky and when he’s horny, look out.”

Don chuckled.

“You can leave us for a little while, Trev,” Don said menacingly.

“Have at it, my good man, I’ll be just outside having a smoke and watching the perimeter.

Trev left, as the helpless Jim and Lyle began to scream into their gags.

“Ok, you butt sluts, I want to see those booties move. Get up on your knees, faces down ass up and move those fat butts. I like a little show before I get down to it.

Moaning into their gags (and not wanting their families to come to hard), Jim and Lyle began to do what he asked. With some effort, grunting and mmpphing, and falling over due to their hands and feet being so snugly bound, they eventually managed to get on their knees and bury their faces in the mattress that had become their prison.

“Two moons rising! Ok, girls, now wiggle!” Don said, laughing.

Nearing tears, Jim and Lyle began to shake and wiggle their helpless bare butts slowly.

“FASTER OR YOUR KIDS GET IT!” Don bellowed.

Jim and Lyle squirmed in their bondage, and began to gyrate their shiny asses faster, bouncing and wiggling, making the most tempting targets for Don’s lust. Both of them started sobbing into their gags, knowing what was coming.

“Ok, ladies, you stay just like that,” Don ordered and began unbuckling his pants.

“MMMMPPPRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!,” Jim and Lyle screamed in unison, trying like hell to free their bound wrists and separate their tied ankles.

Suddenly, the door to the building slammed open.

“POLICE! FREEZE!”

An undercover informant had clued the cops in on the breakout awhile back. They allowed Jim and Lyle out long enough to uncover the money. Trev and Don (pants around his ankles and shuffling) went into custody. A whole squad of cops gathered around the mattress. Jim and Lyle still bound and gagged, rolled over with their not substandard cocks flopping and squinted into their flashlights. Their situation was genuinely mortifying but being taken back to prison was preferable to ass XXXX.

“Whattaya say, guys? They’ve caused us a fuckload of trouble, and they are in a perfect position being bound and gagged and all. You think these naughty boys need a round robin spanking over each of our laps to teach them a lesson?” the cop in charge asked heartily.

As the rest of the cops goodnaturedly cheered and agreed, Jim and Lyle looked at each other, eyes wide once again.

“MMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!”

Model: Rod & Sammy

Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/07/2006

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Out of the Ballpark

25 photos; 6:02 video

Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
Welcome Home by Toledo Tye

27 photos; 7:34 video

Dustin and I had had a big fight a couple days ago when I came home and found that he had left the door unlocked, yet again. I had discussed this with him many times before and he would always say he was sorry but a couple days later I would find it unlocked again. Fortunately, nobody had ever taken advantage of this but I feared with the downturn in the economy and the resulting layoffs in the police force, that things may not continue to be so lucky, so I decided it was time to teach him a lesson.
I worked at one of the “big box” stores and was on good terms with some of the delivery guys (who were pretty good size). I talked it over with Matt and he said he understood and would be willing to help me out. He said...”Leave it to me; I know just how to handle it”. He did tell me that he could get the main “thing” he needed right here at work. When I asked “such as?” He said “rope”. Then I understood pretty much what he had in mind. He assured me he would not hurt Dustin but would scare him enough to assure that he would remember to lock the door in the future. I asked that he do it just before I got home so that Dustin wouldn’t be “uncomfortable” for too long of a time.
Dustin usually got home about 1 1⁄2 hours before me on Tuesdays; so that would give Matt ample time to do what he was going to do. The trap was set now all we had to do was carry it out. Matt told me he would do it next Tuesday, since it was one of his days off. I said that would be just fine. I found myself looking anxiously toward Tuesday.
Dustin walked in the door thinking to himself...”Shit, left it unlocked again; glad I got home before Rick”. Before he realized it a large figure moved up behind him and roughly grabbed him while slapping a cloth over his mouth and nose which had a very sweet smell to it. He quickly became light headed and collapsed. Matt quickly dragged him over and put him on the sofa. Then he began to bind him. He started by pulling his hands behind his back and using the rope he had brought along with him he began to wrap it around Dustin’s wrists and then he pulled the wrists together (crossing them) and tied them tightly together with a tight knot out of Dustin’s reach. Next, he pulled out a rag and XXXX it between Dustin’s teeth and gagged him tightly so that he would not make enough noise for the neighbors to hear, after he came to.
Taking another piece of rope, Matt wrapped it around Dustin’s thighs, and then ran it down tying it tightly both above & below the knees and then after crossing the ankles finished by tying it off in a nice tight knot. Next, he stepped back and watched as Dustin came to. He began to struggle to get free “mmmmmrrrrpppphhhhing” into his gag. Matt decided that he needed to secure his “victim” a little bit more to make sure he didn’t get loose before I arrived home. Taking out another piece of rope he proceeded to wrap it tightly around Dustin’s already bound wrists and then ran it down and around his ankles and pulled it tight forcing his feet up very close to his hands putting Dustin into a nice restrictive hogtie position. He was totally helpless.

Matt then slapped his gloved hand over Dustin’s mouth and held it there for a bit saying “Guess it looks like you shouldn’t have left the door unlocked, huh?” Then he stepped back admiring his work as Dustin began to struggle trying to get free. “Go ahead kid and struggle all you want but you aren’t going anywhere”. After awhile Matt left by the backdoor without Dustin realizing he was gone. When Dustin didn’t see Matt return, he began testing the ropes holding him even more than before but they were very tightly tied and he couldn’t find any knots to work on and regardless of all his struggling the ropes would not give him enough slack to get free. All he could do was lay there and think about what was going to happen when Rick got home soon. Damn, that was not going to be good. He began struggling all the more but made absolutely no headway against his bonds.
I ran into Matt on his way out and he told me the stage was set for me to take it from there. I entered the unlocked front door yelling out “Dustin you left the damn door unlocked, AGAIN!” Then I raced upstairs totaling ignoring Dustin who was struggling after he managed to fall off the sofa where Matt said he would leave him. “Dustin, where are you?” I yelled coming back downstairs and he let out a muffled cry. I went over to him saying “Well, look what happened.” “You left the door unlocked, again, didn’t you?”. “Looks like somebody took advantage of it too, as I see some stuff is missing”. I wanted to really play this up. I leaned down and removed the tight gag and he began begging to be untied. “Please untie me Rick”.
I thought to myself and before untying the first knot I decided to have some “fun” with his present situation. I XXXX the gag back in his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head ignoring his muffled cries. “I think you need to be taught a lesson just to make sure you NEVER forget to lock the door again.” Dustin and I were just roommates but I thought he looked very HOT all tied up and helpless like he was there on the floor. “Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrrppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh”! Was all he could manage to utter.
I had seen photos of guys tied up on the internet and had found some of them mildly arousing but to see it up close and live caused a whole new sensation. I wanted to “have my way” with this bound guy. I began to stroke and touch him. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to gently play with his nips. Then my hand would wonder down to his crotch where I discovered that he had a hardon! “WOW; what do we have here?”. “It looks as if someone else is enjoying this besides me”. The sounds of Mmmmmmmmppphing were now becoming moans of pleasure as I continued playing with Dustin’s erect nips and cock.
I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out and licked it a bit to tease him even more before I finally took it in my mouth and sucked him. His moans of pleasure increased as I continued to suck his hard cock. Then I stopped and stuffed it back in his pants. Moving toward his head I began to slowly unzip my pants and with a wink I said...”Now it’s your turn” as I slowly removed the tight cloth gag from his mouth. Dustin looked at me and simply said...”Welcome Home” and then opened his mouth wide...
The End

Dustin played by Sammy
Matt played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2009

Date of Production: 04/25/2009
In the Buff

28 photos; 4:34 video

Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/13/2007
Held Against His Will

25 photos; 3:55 video

Model : Wolfric
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2013
XXXX Sal by Justine

31 photos

     Sal Romano thought he was the "Hottest Straight Stud" in Black shoe leather. Point of face he was but his attitude needed an adjustment fast. He strutted down the street in his black suit, black shirt and tie, black highly shined point loafers, his black, sheer nylon, thick and thin socks flashing as he walked. He seemed always to be in a major hurry.
     He started to date my sister, I told her she was making a "Big Mistake". She did not listen to one word I said. After three weeks he dumped her. She came to me asking for "revenge" I nodded YES. Sis had Sal's extra set of apt. keys. I asked for them. Silently, she placed them into my palm.
     The Bar closed at two AM. I waited, hidden behind a truck for Sal to leave the "4 Aces". I followed him back to his apt careful not to be observed. After he went in I waited another hour, sure that XXXX and the booze would have sent him to "dreamland" or "Nightmareland" which is actually where he would arrive.
     I crept into the apt. Sal was aXXXX lying clad only in his Black Tight Boxers, designer made. His hand behind his head he looked as sexy as hell. There was a slight "tenting" in those black boxers. He tuned on to his flat stomach, that perfect ass staring up at me. I got my black cord out of my gym bag and bound his hands behind him. Still he slept, breathing deeply.

     Stretched out, I tied his ankles together, making the cord as tight as I could. I had forgotten my ski mask which I place on my head. Lucky for me Sal still slept.  I pulled out my Black Bandana, twisted it together and was about to gag Sal, when he awoke. "Hey, motherfucker, what is going on stop, STOP, MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKKKKK" was all he managed to utter before the Gag was stuffed into he sexy mouth. I could imagine my Dick in that mouth with my XXXX pointed at Sal's head forcing this straight Stud to "suck me Off".   He struggled and squirmed and shook the bed. I slapped he with the back of my hand accross his face. That "calmed his down a bit.
     I took my black cord and criss-crossed his body . I then "Hog Tied" him, Sal's size 12 feet shaking in the air. I smacked his ass ten times hard to "calm him" again this worked.
I placed my hand over his mouth, and holding his arm whispered in his ear. "Ever have sex with a dude, Sal, I know you can't answer just now but I'm going get you a seuxal education" "One you'll thank me for in the future" I grabbed in Nips. and pinched the tips , starting softly, then squeezing and then pinching with all my might. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNOOOOO" he yelled through his gag. ahahahahaa. I responded.

      "Well what do we have here" I chimed. Is the great stud Sal sporting a hard dick." Sal had indeed gotten hard hard-on. I took my camera and started sXXXXping a few picture's for the Patrons at the Bar and the dudes at the Firehouse where Sal worked. I lowered his black tight boxers, and took out my hard dick and pissed on Sal, as I pissed, I proceeded to wank him off, I wanted him ound with his cum and my urine covering his crotch . Sal arched his back and shot his load. 5 spirts of hot cum. I then tossed myself off onto his face. His eyes shut tightly he could feel my cum on his hair and eyelids.
      I then went to his bathroom found shaving cream and a used razor, I spread the cream all over his body. I then slowly shaved his feet, then legs then crotch , turned him over then shaved his ass crack, then his pits, the his face hair on that square chin, finally with Sal Moaning through his gag I shave his head. First with an electric clipper then with thae dull ranzor. I wanted this to hurt. It did. Humiliated and defeated Sal lay there Hog tied and shaved . Completely devoid of body hair. I photographed him in many angles. I told him that if he went to the Cops or told any of his mates these photo's would be plastered everywhere. He was sobbing greatly tears running down his face onto the pillow. I smiled. My sister would be pleased.
     As I gathered my stuff to leave, I took a suitcase from Sal's closet and scooped up his shoes and black suit and sheer thick and thin black socks and garters, shirt and tie he had dumped on the floor, we wore the same size and I considered this my "DOORPRIZE" Laughing I left his apt. In the morning I would call the firehouse and tell them to "recuse Sal"

The end

Sal played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/03/2007
Put a Sock In It by Nick007

27 photos; 5:25 video

Put a Sock In It by Nick 007

Dave was living in an apartment for his first time. He lost his house in the divorce. His ex-wife just would not give him any peace and quiet. Nag nag nag! So when the divorce did happen, he did not mind one bit. This meant he could finally get the peace and quiet he wanted. Or so he thought.

He started living in his apartment for about 2 months and loved it. The neighbors were quiet. However they moved out and a punk moved in. He would play his radio full blast in the mornings and throughout the entire day. Police could be seen going to the his neighbor's door constantly telling him to quiet down but never really doing anything other than that. So his neighbor continued to be loud and obnoxious.

Finally, after a long hard day at the office, Dave decided to do something about it. “If the police aren't going to actually do something about it, I will. No one in the apartment complex will blame me.” he said. So he grabbed a duffel bag full of goodies and headed out the door to his neighbor's door. He pulled out a rag and an unmarked bottle. He pours some of the liquid on the rag and XXXX on the door. He could hear footsteps coming closer. “God damned cops! Why won't they listen? I don't give a shit about these other people!” his neighbor said as he opened the door. “Yeah, what the hell do you want?”

“Hello neighbor. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind keeping it down? A lot of us fellow neighbors just wanted a little peace and quiet when we come home from work, or are trying to XXXX.” Dave asked politely.

“Dude, fuck off!” his neighbor yelled as he slammed the door.

“I thought you might say that. Cant say I didn't ask nicely.” he said and with a sigh, XXXX again.

The door swung opened and the neighbor yelled “WHAT THE FUC....” but before he could finish, Dave tackled the dude and swung the rag over his neighbor's mouth and nose, forcing him to breathe it in. With in a minute his neighbor was out like a light. Dave quickly went to work, binding his hands and arms to his sides. Then more rope attaching is ankles to his thighs. Knowing that his neighbor was not going anywhere, he walked to his neighbor's bedroom and found a dirty of sock. On the dresser was the man's wallet. Upon inspection, he found that his neighbor’s name was Tristan.

“Ok Tristan let's have some fun.” he said as he left the room and back to his well deserving victim. It was then that Tristan started waking up. Dave jumped on him and shoved the sock in Tristan's mouth. The quickly wrapped layer upon layer of clear tape over Tristan's mouth, securing the sock in place. Dave got up as Tristan began bucking wildly trying to get out.

Dave walked over to the still blasting radio and turned it down, just enough to drown out Tristan's muffled yells. “Now see how easy it is to enjoy your music and still be respectful of your neighbors?”

Tristan muffled something that sounded very iXXXXpropriate. “Now now. None of the language.” Dave said as he pulled down Tristan's shorts, revealing a very nicely shaped ass. “Hmm never been with a dude before, but there is a first time for everything. He gave Tristan some well deserved spanks. He had no attention of doing anything to Tristan in that way, but Tristan didn't know that.

Dave walked to his bag and pulled out a camera and started clicking away. “OK, here's the deal. You promise to to keep it

down, and I wont send these very revealing pictures of you to your work, your gym, and your family. And before you think that I don't know where you work, or work out, I found your paycheck stub and your membership card in your wallet. As for your family, well now that I know your name, finding you on Facebook wont be hard at all.” Dave picked up his bag and walked to the door. “Now I'm sure we have an agreement. Have fun getting out!” Dave left his neighbor's apartment.

Dave got his peace and quiet. He never hear a peep out of Tristan again.

The End.

Model::Tristan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/27/2014
Benched

25 photos

Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2004
Traffic Report by Fidelis

20 photos

Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
"Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their XXXXs – a couple of punches to the stomach and a XXXX to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant XXXXd as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting XXXX around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
"Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
"Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was XXXX to hop backwards, as a XXXX was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m XXXX to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their XXXXs drawn.
"MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."

THE END

Grant played by Steve
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production : 07/09/2003
Under Cover by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:28 video

Under Cover by Caitiff

The assignment was almost done and Danny could hardly wait. For months Officer Danny Lorenzini had been working undercover as Danny Shay in order to uncover the XXXX dealings of a local biker gang. He knew something of the biker culture. But Danny had hated every minute of it. To safe guard his cover, Danny often had to go in without back up or a wire. He felt naked every time he met the gang.

At least now he had learned enough o turn state’s evidence and get back to regular police work. All he had ot do was one last meeting to find out where the latest pick up from their supplier would be and hand the info the cops so they could all be picked up.

Danny arrived early to the house the gang used to meet and was surprised that they were already there.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”. Danny said nonchalantly.
“Nothing, Officer Lorenzini”, the head of the gang said with a sneer. Uh-oh.

The gang fell upon him like a pack of animals. Though he struggled, Danny couldn't’ resist as he was trussed up tightly. His hands were tied up behind his back with loops of rope. More rope was used to tie Danny’s feet. Danny kicked, landing his boots in the face of one of the gang. But all he got in return was a kick in the gut. Winded by the blow, Danny could no longer put up a fight as the knots binding him were finished up.

“Gag his traitor mouth”, the gang leader said, “I don’t want to hear him talk.”

Tape was plastered over Danny’s mouth, gagging him. Now bound and gagged, all Danny could do was stare at his captors.

“So do we off this pig?”, one of the gang asked, pulling out his pistol. “Mmmm!”, Danny moaned through his tape gag.

“No. We need to make it look like an accident. And we’re late. The cops are waiting on this guy to tell him where we’re meeting. So we’ll kill two birds and this cop with one stone.”

Danny soon understood when he heard the hissing sound of gas being released. The gas pipe to the old style heater had been broken open. With an evil smile, the gang leader produced a bottle of benzene.

“I saw this on a tv show once. I put this in the microwave in the kitchen. It blows
and ..well you get the point. It’ll look like a gas leak. We’re going to have a little piggy roast.”

“Mmmpphh!”, Danny grunted as he furiously tried to loosen the ropes binding him. “Hahaha!, So long Pig. Put him in the closet”

Danny was hoisted and dumped in the closet where presumably he would be even less able to get way. Danny heard the gang go downstairs and then a minute later the front door being closed.

He didn't’ have much time. Frantically Danny worked to get free. He knew he wouldn't’ be able to untie himself in time. Instead he worked at getting out of the house.

Thank God they didn't’ think to hog tie me, Danny thought as he pushed against the closet door. With a kick, Danny managed to get the door open and began sliding out.

“Mmmmm! MMMMMMMMMPPPHHH!!”, Danny groaned as loudly through his gag as he could. If only someone could hear him.

But time was running out. He would have to try to make it down the stairs and out the door,all while still tied up and gagged. The odds didn't’ look good.

Danny began to inch towards the door. He could hear the microwave running and knew that soon that bottle of benzene would bubble and then spark. The smell of gas was filling the room. The whole house would go up when the microwave blew.

“Hey Dan, where are you?”, Danny heard his partner Roger yell.

“Mmmmm!” Danny grunted as loudly as he could. Roger ran up the stairs and began untying the knots binding Danny.

“Man you’re lucky I ignored the chief’s orders to stay away until you came back.”

“Mmmm! Mmmpphhhmmm!”, Danny grunted. Damn it, he had to be ungagged before he could tell Roger about the bomb!

Getting the hint, Roger tore off the tape covering Danny’s mouth.

“Mmmfff..Owwwww, damn it, go downstairs and shit off the microwave. It’s a bomb!”

Roger wasted no time in doing so. Danny felt a surge of relief as he realised that he wouldn’t be dying today. However, he knew he couldn’t rest easy yet. The gang leader had know way too much about what the police had been doing. Somebody had sold him out.

The End?

Danny played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/14/2010
Charity Begins at Home by JMZ

30 photos; 4:21 video

            It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs. I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.

              The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
             I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.

            In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed. “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
             I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
             I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished. All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
             He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.

The End

The Victim played by Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2008
Jock's Revenge by Zac

22 photos; 3:34 video

Chad was really pissed when he got his math test results from last week. He got a big fat F! How can this be? There wasn't any logic to why he had failed cuz his classmate knew the classwork well and helped Chad study all night before the big exam. This being the first big grade of the season he was off to a sore start to his year.

Chad went over the variables and knew most of the problems were right but the teacher failed him anyway making his tempers flare more and more he thought of it. He remembered his teacher looked down on him while he was over at Harold's place the other night. The professor was Harold's father and he brought up his son to be a spoiled little brat at times. He was given everything he wanted - including straight A's in all his classes! He had pull with the academic board to grade his students with a special grading curve but always Harold gets the highest grade... and he wasn't even that smart?

Something had to be done. Chad discussed his issues with the teacher and he said that he simple was messy with his writing and didn't see clearly how he got the answers. He even accused him of possibly cheating! He was over the other night. Harold could have slipped him an answer key? Chad was outraged at this nonsense. Clearly the professor was biased against certain students in the class, and he somehow looked down on jocks with full scholarships. He believed they're freeloaders and shouldn't have earned to right to a free education based on sports alone. Academics is and always will be the future of society sports is just filler to make people laugh off their stress.

After exhausting all his options Chad had only one choice left. If he couldn't beat the system he hadda take the next step, a formal complaint... but then re realized it wouldn't work and will take far too much time to get his grade resolved. His best option was to drop the class and get a different teacher but he wouldn't let pretty boy Harold off the hook; he needed to learn the difference between knowledge and strategy - both go hand in hand to get things done. Every task and problem has 2 sides and clearly this family only believed their one sided outlook on everything in life.

Chad invited Harold over to a friend's house down on the other side of town. It was in the city with lots of people so it's likely no one knows anyone where they went. It was a older 2 story home with a modest basement. There was plenty of space for what Chad wanted to study next...

Upon walking in their friend greeted them and said he had some work to do upstairs and the two boys went over the test results to see where Chad has done wrong. Harold was surprised his father failed him as he had all the solutions right. He asked why? Chad then said... "cuz ur father only cares about you and no one else."

"That's not true! He never says that just says study hard or you won't get a good job etc..."
"Studying isn't everything dude there is also strategy and tatics."
"What u mean?"

"You have to know how to react and adapt to situations at hand like this..."

Harold's eyes opened very wide seeing his friend pulled out some rope and thick red tape from his bag then his jaw opened wide wondering what it was for?
"Now put your hands behind your back, DO IT!!"
"I dunt wanna please no I wanna leave now..."

"I SAID SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I SAY YOU PANSEY! Take it like a man!" "HELLPPP! HEELPP!!"
Harold hoped his other friend will run down and rescue him but he laughed hard upstairs and came down to watch Chad round him up hand and foot in the thick ropes.

"Be sure to tie him tight bro! We can't let him get away haha!" Harold couldn't believe what he was hearing. The two bigger guys had him at their mercy and he couldn't think of what to do. This was his first time ever tied up. He only thought this happened in the movies?

The other guy pulled out his video camera and Harold screamed swiftly before his cheeks were stuck shut by some thick red duct tape. The boy was fully motionless and gagged with the sound of faint mmphs every few breaths.
"What should we do with him? The other guy asked Chad?
"I know, let's send this video to his Dad demanding he either pay a lump sum and give the whole class an A instead of his son, then we'll ship him off to the school as a special delivery with a note saying if you flunk us again we can easily find him again and teach him how the real world works haha! That should get his attention hehe..."
Tied up in a box? Shipped off like a tightly bound package? We can easily get him again? Harold began imagining the world to be a much different place than what his family lead him to believe... oh if he only knew how to properly struggle he could easily loosen his bonds to run away when they weren't looking!

The End

Harold played Dominic
Chad played himself
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/01/2011
The Wide Reciever and the Equipment manager by anon

18 photos

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

The End

Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/01/2009
The Letterman

24 photos; 4:03 video

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

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