Bounda Gaga Kappa by JMZ

22 photos; 2:39 video

 I watched him sitting there and admired my handy work. The ropes were knotted perfectly. The rope entangled his body tightly and he was helpless in their grasp. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, with more rope securely hugging his chest. The ankle work was a little more difficult to pull off, he kicked hard at me, but I managed to him under control with a quick smack to the back of his head. The bandana and duct tape muffled his angry cussing, he was completely helpless.

He deserved every thing I was doing to him, for better part of my college career Steve and his friends had harassed constantly. They threatened me and berated me in front of everyone. I always endured with the hopes of getting pledged into their fraternity. I realized that this was never going to happen; they used me to run their errands and do their dirty work with no plans to ever pledge me in. I was hell bent of making them all pay. I stalked the fraternity house for days, making sure to get Steve’s routine, making sure to note the times he was alone.

It was Tuesday afternoon and true to form Steve skipped his economics class why would he go anyways he always had me take notes for him anyways. The house was empty and I watched his shadow move from room to room. I made my move. I walked to the back door and snuck in quietly. I slowly made my way to the living room and waited behind the door.

Steve rounded the corner and saw me, for a moment he seemed surprised but then broke into a sly smile. I pounced on him, taking him by surprise. He struggled and cussed as I subdue him. I could see fear take him over as he realized I was stronger than expected. I stood stunned for a moment realizing there was no turning back. I chuckled as I watched he fear and knew he was going to pay big time.

I grabbed his bare feet and pulled his body into the front room. I tied his hands and chest tightly making sure he had no chance of escape. He came too as I knotted the last knot on his wrists. I quickly covered his big mouth with a bandana and duct tape just as he began to speak. He sat there on the bench perplexed bound and gagged. He looked at me trying to read me, then like a bull out of the pin began to thrash and grunt. He struggled hard as I watched in glee. He screamed inaudible words at me. He scrunched his feet uselessly trying to loosen the binds on his ankles. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead.

I watched cautiously making sure he would not get loose. This was going to be a long day for him. I listened as footsteps made their way down the stairs I stood behind the wall ready. Part two of my plan was walking down the stairs. Steve screamed and thrashed hard trying to warn his mate of my intentions, if only they knew what my true intentions were.

To be Continued

 

Steve played by Tom

The Room mate played by Douglas

The Bad Guy played by Rodrigo

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/12/2008

LAB RAT DREAMS by SoftTouch

25 photos; 3:09 video

  It was definitely the cherry flavor, but just to be fair David took another big sip from the vanilla and the lime drink glasses before he tasted the cherry again. Then he laughed. This was going to be the easiest hundred bucks he had made since he came to college. And the best thing was that he was the only one who knew about it. David had found this taste-testers site on his computer and, for once in his life he had managed to keep it a secret from everybody and didn't tell anyone that he was coming here today.

Yes, the cherry flavor was definitely the best and David had just decided to tell the Doctor so when all of the sudden his head started spinning and he felt like someone had let all of the air out of his balloon. Then David just had time to see the table rushing up to meet his face when all at once everything went black.

David woke up or maybe he was still dreaming because he couldn't open his eyes and everything was still dark. Then he started to get little flashes of things that added up to total weirdness. He was pretty sure that his school clothes were gone because now he could feel thin cotton things hanging loose on his body. And then he noticed that he was lying on a very hard floor. David tried to push himself up, but that was when he felt the coils of rope that were hugging his wrists together behind him. He was tied up! Who had tied him up? Panic XXXX David up to his feet and then he looked around blindly.

“This way lab rat,” a harsh voice barked at David and a strong hand grabbed him by the front of his thin shirt.

David tried to tell the voice that he wasn't a lab rat. His name was David and he didn't like being treated this way. But that was when he discovered that there was a thick rubber sponge jammed between his teeth and some kind of sticky tape plastered over his lips so all of his words came out as a frightened moan.

The owner of the harsh voice didn't answer David’s moan. He just used his strong hands to push David deeper and deeper into the room until David felt his buns bumping into something hard. That was when David discovered something else that was very strange. His whole body was feeling warm like he had a fever and wherever those strong hands touched him, David liked it. This had never happened before.

“Let’s see what we got here,” the harsh voice growled very close to David. Then those strong hands started touching and stroking David in all kinds of places, and each time he was touched David could hear himself gasping or moaning softly and his body began moving up against those strong hands.

The hands pulled the thin front of David’s shirt up over his head and pushed it down over his back. And then those hands isolated each of David’s pecks one at a time and rubbed them until each of his nipples were hard and hurting him in a strange way. And then those hands moved down between David’s legs and touched him where very few people had ever touched him before. David shook his head from side to side and started to protest. But then those hands really touched him in his special place and poor David heard himself moaning and gasping at the same time while his hissed “Yes…!”

Too soon the strong hands stopped touching him there and then the harsh voice began to speak again. “Not bad. The hair will have to come off—all of it. But that’s all right. A sweet thing like you will look better in jewelry anyway. Now hold still.”

The fingers of one strong hand wrapped themselves around David’s tool and then he felt cold steel touching his tender skin. David squealed and started running in place and begging the man not to cut him until the man slapped him hard across the head.

“I said hold still! Ain't you never been measured before? Now sit down!”

A big hand pushed David down until his buns slammed into the hard seat of a wood chair. And then David was too shocked to even think about resisting while he felt a whole web of ropes circling and tightening and biting into his skin all over. What kind of a place was this? Who were these people? What were they going to do to David? Cold panic made David feel all queasy inside and without meaning to, David heard himself begging and moaning around the juicy sponge in his mouth for the strange man to please let him go.

Suddenly there was a ripping tearing sound and the sticky tape that was covering David’s eyes disappeared to let bright lights XXXX David’s eyes closed again. David blinked his eyes several times until he could see normally again. And then he looked up at the strange man and he was shocked at what he saw.

The man was dressed in a surgeon’s scrub suit with little booties on his feet, a funny bonnet on his head, and a cloth mask tied over his nose and mouth. Was he a real doctor, David wondered?

But then those strong hands returned to David’s body and David felt so guilty for enjoying the way that they were touching him and the way he was straining his body to get even more of that warm feeling against him.

“Yes,” the doctor murmured behind his mask. “A little nip here, a little tuck there. I don't think we'll need to use any silicon yet. Are you allergic to any anesthetics, lab rat?”

Anesthetics! Poor David almost choked on the soggy sponge and then shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know.

“Well, that’s all right. We’ll find out. Now you just sit quietly while we get the surgery ready for you.”

David watched the doctor walk away and disappear through the door to another room. David was completely shocked. Surgery, for him? Oh no, they couldn't do that! David wiggled around and pulled at the tight ropes, but there didn't seem to be any way for him to get loose. And then David saw the other door. Maybe if he could—?

It took all of David’s strength, and it seemed to take hours, but he finally managed to inch his chair over close to the door. If he could just get through there…?

There was a curtain over the windows on the door and sweat was running down David’s face before he finally managed to move the curtain aside with his nose. But then he saw—

There was another man waiting on the other side of the door. And the man was all dressed in surgical scrubs, with little booties on his feet and a cute bonnet on his head, and a cloth mask tied over his nose and mouth. Then the man saw David peeking out at him and he laughed and he laughed because he knew that for David the Lab Rat, there would be no escape.

THE END

 

David played by Stan

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/06/2007 

 

Sweaty

24 photos

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 06/06/2008

Skater Error by Zac

23 photos; 4:16 video

It was Skyler's favorite time of year when school's out and skating season is in full swing. The dude wanted to be big in competitions and worked on his skating more than ever so he could fly on the ramps in a few short months. Man skating is waay hard much more difficult than it looks they're all the balancing the jumping and making sure you land not on your ass but your feet while glued to the board during flight. But Skyler knew his moves well and often loved jumpin' stair rails and curbs on his way to work to keep his legs and core in peak shape.

Then this damn car pulled out in front of him XXXX Skyler to jump over the hood but landed on top of it and scratching it with his wheels. He was OK but the driver was PISSED! He ran out to him yelling "What the fuck r u doin' don't u kids know how dangerous skating in the streets are!" Skyler quickly replied "sorry dude I didn't see you." The driver said "of course u didn't see me I was behind the building pulling out it's against the law to skate on the sidewalks here stupid!" "I'm sorry!!" Skyler was annoyed had enough and skated off not knowing what to say... he had no money for the damages and felt it was the driver's fault for not looking first. But the driver had it for him and was now following him with his car... Skyler freaked and skated faster and faster knowing this man was crazy!

After 3 blocks the dude was dead tired of running but attempted to jump the fence to lose the stranger but didn't make it that far... "Uhhhhhh!!!" Skyler fell to the ground realizing his chest was lassoed up tight in thick black rope he gasped for air as the sure XXXX of the rope took every breath from his lungs - stopping him from a full fledge sprint to now lying helplessly on the pavement like a cow rounded up at the rodeo. It didn't take long, the cowboy quickly pried him up and encircled his tight ripped torso with more and more rope then grasped the knot tight behind him and used the slack to wind up Skyler's wrists tightly more behind his back. "OOWWW!! STOP IT MANN THAT HURTSS!!" Skyler felt so hard his whole upper body was now neatly packaged like he was off to the market - his arms and pecs on fire with rope burn.

"HEEYY!! LET ME GOO! WHMMPPPHHHHHH!! MMPPHH!" Words fell sharply once a big beefy hand silenced his helpless pleas to nothing... "How dare you run away from your problems boy! Now I gotta teach you a lesson in respect you will never forget!" "MMMPPPPHH!! MMPPHHEELLLPP!

The young boy was quickly thrown in the man's trunk and all light was shut out in an instant Skyler felt really scared of what may happen to him or if he's done for? The skater struggled most the hour but finding he knew knots well for they got tighter and tighter with each pull... all he could do is kick but that was useless in this dark hot silent unfamiliar place of hell. Skyler was really sad now realizing how stupid and cocky he was earlier refusing to accept responsibility for his actions and ran away. Now he can't do that and that act of freedom could be his last.

Skyler was marched into a strange room and bound up more at his ankles... again he trussed them up like a hundred times before tying them to his chest bonds into a strict hogtie... now the dude couldn't even move freely and was reduced to the swivel of a rattlesnake but with his abs burning from the struggling workout before he was now at complete mercy of this man who was now checking him out rubbing his hands caressing his hard trussed up body.

"MMMMPPH!!" "Yeah skater whine whine you will be bound like this for a looong time until you learn your lesson soon enough. Now what should we do to you? hehehe

Skyler opened his eyes so wide and feared the worse when the man blindfolded him secured his gag ever tighter and began XXXX him with muscle grasping/pinching butt spanking and then squeezed his balls waay hard... "MMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHNNNPPPOOOOO!!!" He couldn't take this torture but had no choice but to submit... "now now boy let's get you all prepped up nicely so I can milk you dry hehehehe...

The workout seemed to last for hours Skyler's balls and cock now really sore from the intense bondage session. With his manhood spent the young skater felt he could skate no more now laying there tightly bound up used and abused. What more does this man want from me? The kid began to cry for no one would come or hear him whimper. He was all alone tied up in total darkness in payment for the stupidity he had done.

Thank God I'm still alive he prayed...

 

Skyler played by Matthew

Photography by Sammy

 

Date of Production:06/13/2011

FOILED AGAIN by Amboy

22 photos

Guido wasn't sure about letting the new kid Carmine try to take Vinnie out, but by that time he had no choice. His first attempt to take the guy out was botched when his guys assaulted the wrong guy, and the second was when his loser nephew fell victim to Vinnie by his own stupid mistakes. Carmine was his newest recruit, and even though he was still new at the game, he'd already had a lot of success on some big XXXX runs and was great with a XXXX.

So it was Carmine or no one.

What Guido didn't know was that Carmine had just been lucky. And that his luck was about to run out.

The door to 459 DeRella Street creaked open as Carmine slowly peeked in, his concealed item drawn. He didn't even have a chance to look around before Vinnie was pointing a concealed item at his head. "Jeez," said Vinnie, "Guido must be gettin' desperate." He motioned Carmine to sit on the bed and immediately began tying the guys hands behind his back threading loops of rope around the guy's nice biceps and drawing more rope across his chest. "You're fucked, kid," he said, as he moved on to tie Carmine's ankles. "What's your name?"

"FUCK YOU!!!" was Carmine's ever-intelligent reply.

"Aww, kid," Vinnie said. "That ain't a way to be talkin'. You're probably new to Guido's little syndicate, so you probably don't know all the rules yet." He picked up a red bandanna. "The first rule is, you shut the fuck up." With that, he roughly gagged Carmine, knotting the bandanna tightly behind the guy's head. "The second rule is, DON'T FUCKIN' PISS ME OFF!!!!"

Carmine struggled uselessly to get free of the ropes, unable to make a sound.

Vinnie picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. "Yeah, it's me," he said to whoever was on the other end of the line. "Guido sent another one." Carmine glared at him. "No, I got the bitch all tied up."

He listened for a second and then laughed. "Nah, maybe if we had more time. But I gotta get outta here. Send the car around and make sure my ticket's waiting at Newark. You've got five minutes. Ciao." He looked over at Carmine still struggling to get free. "It's none of your business, but I'm getting me a flight to Colombia. It's time the XXXX lords knew exactly how much money your guys are keeping from them. And once they find out, the only crack your guys are gonna sell is the crack of Guido's big ass." He hastily wrote a note, "NICE TRY. VIN" and slipped it under the rope across Carmine's chest. The he wordlessly checked the gag, smiled, and put on his coat. "See ya." With that he was out the door.

Guido's reaction to being foiled a third time by Vinnie was even more explosive than the last one...but that's another story.

The End?

 

Carmine played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/03/2003

FAME DOES NOT PAY by SoftTouch

35 photos

 Ever since my Dad hit the big jackpot our pictures had been in the paper his little David had been the life of the party. It was kind of strange, you know? Last semester I was struggling even with my scholarship to pay for everything I needed for college. Now I was able to pay for everything in advance, I had a real nice apartment, and I was able to buy drinks for everyone.

Soon I had a lot of new friends and sometimes they even bought drinks for me. So I didn't think much of it when a stranger offered me a fresh drink at the club that night. But the drink had a strange taste to it and soon I was having trouble standing up or even talking coherently. But my new friend was very helpful as he suggested that what I needed was some fresh air and then helped me to walk outside.

The next thing I knew I was sitting in the back seat of a comfortable car. “I don’t feel so good,” I confessed to my new friend.

He suggested that I should rest my eyes for awhile and he was even nice enough to tie a soft cloth over my eyes so that the bright lights wouldn't bother me any more. I think I must have dozed off after that because the next thing I knew –

I was lying on a nice soft blanket and the warm blanket felt so comfortable against my skin. My skin…? I opened my bleary eyes and discovered that my clothes were gone. Who took my clothes off? The effects of that strange drink were beginning to wear off and now I could feel something hugging my arms and legs in several places and then I was able to focus my eyes enough to see my new friend hovering over me while his busy fingers were doing something to my body. And then I looked down and saw –

Ropes! “Are those ropes on my body” I looked up at my friend for some kind of explanation, but he just smiled don at me. “Listen, I don’t know what you thought, but I don’t go in for strange stuff like bondage and that sort of thing,” I tried to explain.

“That will be enough talk out of you David,” my smiling friend told me.

“What do you mean? I can talk if I want to—Ggawwk!”

I was cut off in mid-sentence as my friend’s strong fingers began pushing a roll of bandanna between my lips. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but as soon as I did that, he shoved that thick roll of cloth all the way into my mouth. Then he grabbed the two ends of the bandanna and pulled them back really hard to tie them behind my neck. Then he pushed me back down onto the blanket and walked away.

What was going on here? Why were they doing this to me? Nobody had ever tried to hurt me before and I was really confused and a little scared so I began rolling around on the blanket and whimpering a little each time those tight ropes bit into my tender skin. This was impossible!

I had to get out of here! I had to call for help! Desperately I began working my tongue against the thick roll of cloth that was dividing my mouth. I almost managed to XXXX it out from between my lips when all of a sudden the guy that I thought was my friend pounced on me and grabbed me by my hair.

“None of that, Rich Bitch!”

His fingers poked the gagging bandanna back deep into my mouth and then he held my head while his fingers smeared this crude strip of red tape all over my lips to seal my mouth shut. “All right, Bitch. It’s Photo Op time.”

My friend who was not my friend grabbed me by my arms and pulled me to my feet. Then he XXXX me to hop over to the other corner of the room and then pushed me down again on this chair-thing. Then he taped this big sign to my knees. I craned my head to look at it and read upside down “One Million or your son dies.”

Dies…? Oh no, they couldn't kill me, could they?

“No smiling!” Not My Friend snapped at me. “Try to look scared because that’s what you should be right now.”

Then they started snapping my picture with a camera.

I was scared all right. And I was feeling sick in my stomach. And my thighs were quivering queerly. And I flinched each time the flashgun went off in my face.

“That’s all we need,” Not My Friend decided. Then he grabbed me up roughly and half-hopped, half-dragged me back to the blanket and then pushed me back down on the floor again. “If you're smart you won't give us any trouble.”

Not My Friend stalked off, went into the other room, and closed the door.

I could hear voices on the other side of that door, voices that were talking about me. What were they going to do to me? Even if my Dad paid the ransom, would they just let little David run home to Daddy? I didn't think so. Then the door opened again and I looked up to see Not My Friend walking toward me.

“All right, Bitch, this is the drill. I’m leaving now to collect the money. You’re going to stay here and keep real quiet. If you make any noise, my buddy’s going to come out of that room and make a real loud noise. You know what kind of noise?”

Not My Friend pulled out this great big pistol and pointed it right down at my head and, oh my Gosh, I could see a big bullet in the barrel just waiting to come out and really hurt me!

“This kind of a noise!”

I blinked my eyes and nodded my head submissively while I sucked drool from the thickening roll of cloth inside my mouth and swallowed hard. And then I didn't move a muscle while he pulled another folded bandanna around over my eyes and tied it tightly around my head so that the folded cloth was XXXX my eyelids shut.

Then I listened and I heard him go out the door and close the door behind him.

I couldn't see his buddy or anything else now with my eyes all covered up like this so I strained my ears to listen for him and said a quiet little prayer while I began to struggle quietly on the floor. I didn't know how much time I had, but I didn't want to be here when Not My Friend came back.

I don’t know how long it took me because I was so scared, but then I managed to pull one of my hands free from the ropes. I hurried to pull the blindfold off of my eyes and then my other hand came free. Then with my hands shaking so bad that I could hardly make them do what I wanted, I managed to untie all the ropes holding my legs and feet.

Almost free, I skinned that sticky tape off of my face and hooked a finger into the soggy bandanna so I could pull the icky thing out of my mouth. I gasped several deep breaths of fresh air and then tried to get up on my feet. But by now my legs were all numb and I had to rub them to get my blood going again.

Then I tiptoed out of the room and found my way out of the building. Then I ran outside and then I felt a cool blast of air against my skin which reminded me that I was still stark-assed naked. All of a sudden I heard the scream of a siren and a police car stopped in front of me.

“All right, Streaker, hold it right there!” the Officer commanded.

“I’m not a Streaker,” I told him.

THE END

 

David played by Earl Ray

Photography by Caitiff

 Date of Production: 03/15/2005

 

BANG, BANG, THE DOPPELGANG" by SoftTouch

25 photos

"Look at the clock!"

I never should have taken that XXXX. Now I was going to be late for the luncheon. Bad form, as my British colleagues would say. It wasn't every day that you were picked to be the guest of honor, and it sure wasn't every day when the Foundation awarded you a check for $2,000,000 dollars to continue your research.

I didn't need a shave, but I had better have a shower. So I left the front door open for Gerald and hurried into the bathroom. I turned on the shower to warm up the water and then stepped out of my shorts.

All of a sudden, the bathroom door opened and there were two men standing there. One of them was pointing a concealed item at me.

"Forget the shower. You won't need it."

"Yea," the second man said. "You ain't going nowhere."

The second man stepped into the light and I had to look at him twice because he looked exactly like me!

"Who are you people? Where is Gerald?"

"He went for a swim."

"Yea. He was doing one of them breast-strokes."

"If you hurt him--?" I started to threaten.

The guy with the concealed item raised the barrel so that I could look right down its big bore. And then I looked at his face and saw that he wasn't smiling and something went dead inside me.

Then my double pulled some rope out of his pocket and pointed his finger at me. "Turn around and hold real still, else I'm going to have to give you a couple of them love-taps."

I turned around and didn't resist when he grabbed me by my wrists and dragged my arms behind me. Then I felt his big hands wrapping that rope tightly around my wrists like he was enjoying his work. I tried to buy some time.

"I don't know what you guys are after, but it will never work."

"Oh, I don't know." The guy with the concealed item was smiling at me. "The people at your bank were most cooperative."

"My bank?" I croaked while my doppelganger began wrapping and tying another rope tightly all around my knees so that my bare feet were being drawn close together.

"Yes. We explained all about your need to continue your research outside of the country. They've already transferred most of your account to our bank there. And, as soon as we have that big check in our hands, they will be happy to transfer those funds as well."

"You can't do this!"

"Don't be so concerned. We left you a few thousand to live on."

"But how? People know me! They know my signature!"

"Yes, they do. But, with a little plastic surgery, my friend looks just like you, and he has two other talents that makes him perfect for this job. One, he is an excellent forger. And two, he really likes to hurt people."

"But, but.."

"Enough talk! Gag him!"

My doppelganger grabbed me roughly and XXXX me to open my mouth. Then he drew a knotted bandanna between my teeth, separating my teeth and putting a thick cloth knot in my mouth for my tongue to trip over. Then he drew the ends tight and double-knotted them behind my neck. "Down on your knees, bathing beauty!" He shoved me roughly down onto the cold floor.

"We'll leave you in here for awhile, just in case we need you again."

They closed the door and then I heard them jam a chair under the doorknob so that I couldn't get it open. And then they went away.

I hopped over and put my ear to the door, but I couldn't hear them anymore. They must have gone. Gone where? To the luncheon. That's how they were going to get my check. I had to get out of here!

I started struggling against the ropes that were binding my wrists while I hopped around my little bathroom prison looking for something, anything I could cut myself free with. But I couldn't find anything! I started getting desperate and began throwing my shoulder against the door like they did in the movies. It hurt, but I had to get out of here somehow, I had to find a phone to get help.

All of a sudden, the door gave way and I went falling over onto my sore shoulder.

I hopped and crawled like an inchworm out into the living room. It was slow and it hurt every muscle in my body, but I kept going while I kept working my tongue against that big knot in my mouth so I could talk again.

It was almost two o'clock! I had to hurry! I had almost made it over to the phone when I heard the front door opening. It was them! They'd come back! They'd see I was trying to escape!

And then I looked up and saw Gerald.

 

THE END

 

A KODAK MOMENT

 

By Tyler

 

Lewis woke up. He looked to the clock, and he realized that it was already almost noon, and he hadn't gotten up yet. He had an important client's meeting in a few hours, and he needed to get ready quick. He had been up partying all night last night, on a date with his girlfriend. He was sort of disappointed by the outcome, however. He had asked her to tie him up (being tied up was one of Lewis' fantasies), and she had declined because she thought that bondage was "sorta weird."

Lewis finally found the strength to get up, and he did his morning stretches as he always did. He was wearing a T-shirt and boxer briefs. He then stepped away from the couch, heading over to the bathroom to do his morning routine. He took off his T-shirt, and he looked at his body in the mirror. He thought he looked pretty damn good. But as he was about to open the medicine cabinet to retrieve his shaving cream and razor, an idea entered his mind. He thought about it for a moment, and he looked back at his clock. I still have three hours until the meeting..., he thought. Lewis knew what he was going to do.

If his girlfriend wouldn't tie him up, then couldn't he do it himself? I mean, self-bondage never hurt anyone, did it? He quickly dashed out of the room, and he looked around his apartment for things to use. He found a green bandanna in a drawer that held some of his clothing and accessories, such as his graduation ring and ties. He then walked over to the kitchen and looked into the utility closet. In there he found some nice wads of rope. He grabbed those, and he took some scissors on his way back to the bathroom. When he was back in the bathroom, he dropped the rope, scissors and bandanna and quickly took his boxer briefs off.

He grabbed the green bandanna, and he tied it tightly around his neck. He established a few knots at the back of the gag, just so it would stay good and tight. Then, very precisely, he estimated how much rope he would need to tie his wrists. He got his measure, and he cut the length needed from the huge wad of rope. Then, even more precisely, he tied his wrists tightly. He had been in the Boy Scouts, and he knew how to tie knots every which way, even ropes on his own wrists.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he looked even more good when he was in bondage. Now that he was happily indulged in his fantasies, he began groaning loudly, pretending that he was a prisoner of his girlfriend.

"MMMMMMMMMPH!" he screamed. Oh, it felt so good to be tied up like this. "MMMMPH! MPO! MPHN MPHY MPE!"

While Lewis was yelling as loud as he could through his tight gag, his next door neighbor walked into Lewis' surprisingly unlocked apartment. (Lewis was too XXXX last night to remember to lock it.) Lewis' neighbor was a very muscular man who enjoyed pulling pranks on people and laughing at them. He was one of those assholes that terrorize the weird kid in high school, basically.

Well, Lewis' neighbor (whose name was Jake) was very surprised to see Lewis doing such a thing when he peered into the bathroom. Our little Lewis couldn't see him however, because he was bent over, imagining he was trying to loosen the knots on his wrists. Jake saw this as a golden oppurtunity, and he ran back over to his own apartment. There he grabbed his Kodak camera, and he rushed back over to Lewis' apartment. Lewis was still bent over as Jake stood in front of the door.

"SAY CHEESE!" Jake said as Lewis turned around. He took a picture of Lewis, as he was on his knees "pleading to be untied". Lewis came crashing back to the real world. He looked in fear at Jake who was standing there with his camera. He stopped grunting, and Lewis just stared at muscular Jake, who was wearing a blue t-shirt that was just tight enough to show his enormous build and khaki pants that were just tight enough to show his now enormous bulge.

"Well, what do we have here?" asked Jake.

"MMMPH! MPO MPAY!" screamed Lewis.

Jake understood what Lewis was saying. "Go away? Why should I? I have a nice little show right here, and I don't want leave until the good part's over." Lewis could do nothing but grunt, moan, and slightly rock as Jake took the remaining wads of rope and the scissors. "Let's speed up the process, shall we?" said Jake as he walked closer to Lewis.

Lewis found the strength to stand up, but he could not escape because of the enormous man that stood before him. Jake got down on his knees, and he hurriedly criss-crossed the rope around Lewis' knees, which only made Lewis cabable of jumping. With this new binding, Lewis found it hard to keep his balance and he began bunny-hopping around. Grunting. Meanwhile, Jake was taking pictures of Lewis' agony, laughing about it as he did. He took two of him hopping, and a close up of his face.

"Want more?" asked Jake.

"MPO! MPO MPORE!" screamed Lewis through his gag.

"Okay. More." Jake grabbed the rope, and he cut a rather long strand of it with the scissors. He walked over to Lewis and put him in a headlock. Lewis couldn't do anything while Jake tied the rope in tight knots around his chest. Lewis screamed once more at the sharp pain of the tight rope clamping the skin.

"Oh, those were only the previews!" Jake joked as he took the remaining rope from the chest knot and tied it to the sink head. Lewis couldn't move anywhere now. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Jake took the remaining rope from both the sink and chest knots, and he tied it sharply around Lewis' cock.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHH! MPHO MPOD! MPHESE!" Lewis cried as he hurt his dick with every move of his body. Jake then got back down on the floor, and he tied Lewis' ankles with a seperate piece of rope. Jake laughed rauncheously at Lewis' screams and cries of pain, and he took three pictures of it. Jake soon got bored with this position.

"This movie needs action!" Jake said as he used the scissors to cut the rope around the sink and Lewis' cock. Jake kept Lewis' chest tied however. Again, it was hard for Lewis too keep his balance, so he soon became "Jake's little bunny" again.

"Hoppity Hop Hop!" Jake sang as he took some pictures of Lewis' struggle. At one point, Lewis did lose his balance, and Jake got a great ass shot of that. Lewis then fell to the ground, but he managed to break the fall by supporting his body with his feet. Jake was still taking pictures, and soon Lewis lost his balance. Jake took even more pictures of Lewis when he was curled up in the corner of the bathroom, all tied and nowhere to go.

"Well, I guess we've reached the climax." said Jake. He loved these little movie puns that he had been saying through the whole "photo shoot". Jake put the camera in his pocket, and he grabbed Lewis by the feet. He dragged him into the living room. Jake quickly closed the door and locked it. Jake took one more picture of Lewis laying on the carpet, helpless.

"Maybe not." Jake said. "Maybe the fun's only beginning..." Jake took one last picture of Lewis' gagged face, and he quickly went to work...

Fin

 

Model: Lewis

Photographer: Jake

 

 Date of Production: 03/15/2002

WANT TO BET? by SoftTouch

25 photos; 2:38 video

 Kirby couldn't believe how dumb these college students were. All he had to do is to rig up some Lucky Number Lottery and every one of them would bet the last dollar that they got from home. Of course, they wouldn't win anything. Kirby was very good at looking them in the eye and telling them how sorry he was that they didn't win this time. Maybe they would have better luck next time. And then he could put all of their cash into his Happy Weekend Fund and head into the city for some fun.

Kirby was so sure of himself, and so sure of how dumb these college kids were that he never saw the pillow case coming before it was XXXX down over his head. One moment he was happily planning his big weekend. The next minute that pillow case was pulled down over his head and then there were hands, lots of hands, pushing him into the back of a van. The van started moving and then those hands started tying ropes all over Kirby’s skinny body.

Kirby was scared. He didn't know who his attackers were, or whose van this was, or where they were taking him. For a few moments the pillow case was lifted up off of Kirby’s mouth and he tried to yell for help, but those hands XXXX his mouth shut and then they sealed his lips tight under several layers of sticky tape. Then the pillow case was pulled down again until the van finally bumped to a stop.

Those hands grabbed Kirby’s body again and then started pulling and dragging him out of the van. And then those hands kept on pushing and pulling on his body as Kirby was XXXX to walk in pillow-case darkness until he heard a screen door slam shut behind him and his body was yanked to a stop. Then the pillow case was yanked off of Kirby’s head and the bright lights in the room XXXX him to blink several times before he could see again.

Kirby looked around and saw that he was in the laundry room of somebody’s house. And then he saw the four college kids who were all gathered around him in a semi-circle and grinning at him like somebody who just caught a rat in a trap. Then Kirby looked back over his shoulder and saw the screen door. He turned toward it; thinking that now would be a good time to run.

But then Four-Eyes said “Don't think about going out that door. My Maska’s out there. Maska is a great big Russian Wolf Hound and I just know that she would like to take a little bite out of you.”

Kirby swallowed hard behind his taped over lips. He didn't like dogs of any kind, and he really didn't like dogs that were almost as big as a horse. Kirby could already feel those big canine teeth sinking into his tender buns so he shrunk back from the door and then turned to look at the four grinning students.

“We're going to make this real easy for you Kirby. You just show us where you hid all of the cash you took from us and our friends this week, and then we'll let you go with only a few bruises for bad behavior,” Four-Eyes explained like he was talking to a small XXXX.

Kirby blinked his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side. He couldn't give these kids that cash. That cash was already promised to a guy he had borrowed some money from last weekend. And that guy was the kind of guy that always got paid back – or else!

“Told you he was stupid,” one of the other students said.

“Yea, let’s tie him up some more!” his buddy said excitedly as he held up some ropes.

All four of the students pounced on Kirby and pushed him down into an old chair. Then two of them held him still while the other two started laughing and wrapping and tying those ropes tighter and tighter around Kirby’s ankles and thighs.

Then the four of them went into a huddle and started whispering together.

Kirby sat in the chair and tried to ignore the pain from the way the ropes were all digging into him. Then he saw a little black cat come over and give him a sniff. Black cats were bad luck so Kirby shook his head and huffed through his nose at the cat. Maybe this cat wanted to take a bite out of him, too.

Suddenly the huddle broke up and all at once Four-Eyes was grabbing Kirby around his throat. “Where’s the money Kirby?”

A whimper escaped from Kirby’s throat as he shook his head.

“You're making it really hard on yourself!” Four-Eyes pushed Kirby down onto the hard floor. “We're going to give you a few minutes to think it over. Then we're coming back and you're really going to be sorry if you don't start talking.”

Kirby waited until all four of the students went out through the door and left him alone. Then desperation and fear took over as Kirby began to roll around on the floor. There had to be a way out of this! So Kirby strained all of his muscles and clawed his fingers at the knotted ropes until he was gasping through his nose and sweat was running down into his eyes. But those college boys had tied some good knots.

Then the door opened and the four smiling college students came back in to stand over Kirby.

“You ready to talk yet?” Four-Eyes asked.

Kirby moaned behind the tape covering his mouth.

“That’s too bad. Hoist him up!”

Kirby whined in fear as all four of the college students grabbed his body and lifted him up off of the floor. Then they put him down on top of the washer and the dryer. “First, I think we will toast you a little,” Four-Eyes said.

Then Kirby watched in disbelief while Four-Eyes adjusted the controls on the washer for a hot wash and started the machine. Then he adjusted the controls on the dryer and turned it on as hot as it would go. At first there was only the sound of running water which reminded Kirby that he hadn't been to the bathroom in awhile. But then both of the vibrating machines started to get warm, and then they both started to get hot.

Kirby wiggled his buns against the hot metal and begged the grinning students to please let him go, but the students just laughed at him.

“Awe, I'll bet he’s had his buns toasted before,” the smallest student said. “Let’s toast his other side instead.”

Kirby cried out in protest behind the sticky tape, but the laughing students thought that was a great idea. So all four of them grabbed his helpless body and turned him over so that he was lying chest down on top of the hot washer and crotch down on top of the hot dryer.

In a matter of moments the hot metal had burned its way through the cotton of Kirby’s sweatshirt and jeans and now Kirby could feel the hot metal right against his skin. Then the washer’s agitator came on and began to shake that hot metal up against Kirby’s nipples until his nipples were starting to get hot, too. At the same time the dryer was spinning around the other way and vibrating up against his hot crotch.

“Ooh look! He’s got really nice feet!” the littlest student said. “I wonder if he’s ticklish.”

Kirby fairly shrieked into his gag and shook his head from side to side. He was so ticklish that he might have a heart attack! So he started making begging noises into his gag and tried to make them understand that they just couldn't do that to him.

But Four-Eyes just smiled. “Just think about it Kirby. Nobody knows where you are and you're going to be here all weekend. Think about spending a whole weekend with four very bright students who are going to have a lot of fun inventing new ways to make you talk. I think you will tell us what we want to know eventually, but now that I see you here, I don't think that we're going to be in any hurry to find out.”

 

THE END

 

Kirby played by Andre

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

 Date of Production: 03/02/2004

What the Flog?? by Kurt

33 photos

Charlie had been worried about his best friend Matt lately. He'd been acting odd...looking at him strangely, saying weird things. If they were stoned, that was one thing, but this was happening all the time, even when they were straight. Now, Matt had called Charlie's cell and told him to come over and meet him in the basement. Charlie, being a professional slacker, had nothing better to do, so he headed over. He had free entry to Matt's place, so he walked in and went downstairs, expecting to see his friend and maybe smoke a joint or two.

"Matt! You down here?" he called, as he walked across the dank basement floor.

Out of nowhere, Charlie was tackled, and a hand clamped over his mouth and nose. He went down, and the hand pressed down relentlessly onto his face. He started to get woozy, struggling for breath and before he knew it there were stars in front of his eyes.

Charlie didn't know how long he was out, but he finally came around and felt cool air on his body. He opened his eyes, and saw that he was facing the wall. He tried to move, but his arms were stretched out and tied tightly to a pipe that ran along the wall. A thick cloth gag was tied into his mouth. Before he could process what had happened, he heard a swishing noise and then felt an incredible biting pain on his back.

"UNNNNGGGHHHUUMMMMPPPPHHHH!!" was his response.

"You're supposed to say, 'May I have another, Sir?'" It was Matt!

Charlie began grunting wildly through his gag. What the hell was going on? Then, SWACK! A leather strap bit into his exposed bubble butt.

"YOWWWWMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!" Charlie screamed. Had Matt lost his mind completely??

The XXXX continued relentlessly. Charlie writhed in his bondage, helpless to avoid the stinging swats on his back and ass. He'd seen a few porn movies with guys getting whipped, sometimes by chicks, sometimes by other dudes, and though it was kind of hot, could never understand how people could be turned on by submitting to pain like that. But now, incredibly, as his buddy flogged him unmercifully, he was surprised to feel a hot stirring in his loins, his cock twitching and thickening despite himself.

Like that, buddy?" Matt taunted, as the belt cracked across Charlie's reddened ass. Charlie simply moaned into his gag....not sure whether to answer Yes or No....this was so bizarre. But he squeezed his eyes shut and took the unfair beating like a man....while visions of Matt tied to a cross naked flashed in his mind.....

The End?

 

Charlie played by Hector

Matt played by Hal

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/06/2006

The Start of a Beautiful Relationship by Fidelis

25 photos; 3:11 video

I peered through the window. The coast was clear! There was no car in the driveway next door, which meant that it was safe for me to venture outside. My new neighbour was making my life miserable. He was always asking me over to watch a movie or to have a beer. I declined, repeatedly, but Ted just couldn’t take a hint. He was starting to creep me out – he stared at me as if I was a big slab of beef and he was a man who hadn’t had a meal in a week. Lately, I was sure that he was spying on me with his binoculars. He claimed to be watching birds, but I had my doubts. I couldn’t go into my garden without him popping out two minutes later and trying to chat me up over the hedge. It seemed today that I was going to be spared having to deal with him. It was a beautiful, sunny day – I could sit in the garden and relax without fear of interruption.

I was lying on my lounge chair, half-aXXXX. The sun was shining, the little birds were singing, and most importantly of all, there was no Ted peeking over the hedge, stripping me naked with his eyes. I dozed, listening to the sound of the squirrels playing in the trees and the hedge. I was thinking that the little buggers were being unusually active when my reverie was abruptly shattered. I didn’t have time to react as I was dragged from my chair and thrown down on my stomach. My hands were dragged behind me as I was pinned down. I tried to struggle, but the heavy weight resting on my back kept me helpless. Before I realized what was happening, my hands were firmly secured behind me. As I tried to comprehend what was happening to me, I saw a pair of big, beefy hands in front of me – hands that were holding a roll of silver duct tape! I opened my mouth to yell for help, but before I could utter a sound a wide strip of tape had been slapped over my mouth, followed by a second and third strip. I could barely hear myself mumble through the gag as I was pulled to my feet. To my XXXX, I saw that I had been trussed and gagged by Ted! Ted, who wasn’t supposed to be home. I attempted to make a break, sprinting for the garden gate, but Ted had other plans for me. He stuck out a foot and I tripped, lying sprawled on the lawn. As I lay there gasping, Ted fastened some rope around my neck. He jerked on it, yanking hard on the rope and moving away at the same time. I was dragged to my feet and XXXX to follow Ted, like a dog on a leash. He turned his head and I saw the look in his eyes. I knew that look – pure, unadulterated lust shone like a beacon from Ted’s beady little eyes.

 

You wanted to play hard to get, so I decided to play hard myself, you snotty bastard. It’s more fun this way, in any case. Now get moving – you know what will happen if you try to get away!"

A tug on the rope convinced me that it would be wise to go with Ted. The rope around my neck was already uncomfortably tight – if I struggled I would end up choking. Ted pulled me through the hedge; he had obviously been planning this for some time, since he had cut a big hole in his side of the hedge, leaving just a few inches of vegetation on my side, which had screened the gap. Once we were through the hedge, he dragged me inside his house. He XXXX me to my knees.

"You sure are a cute young thing. You know it too, don’t you? You’re always flaunting yourself in front of me, coming out of the house the instant that I do, and then acting so standoffish! You’re a big cock tease, aren’t you?"

"GGGGMMMNOOOOOOO! MMUAREMCRAZY! GGMLEEMEEGOO!"

"You’re not going anywhere, pretty boy. Not until I’m good and ready to let you go, and that might not be for a long time."

I XXXXd as Ted pulled me to my feet. He tied the rope around my neck to a hook on the back of a door. I observed that I was tied to the door leading into the bathroom.

"Time for me got rid of a load – at least one type of load!"

I watched in disgusted XXXX as he shed his jeans and sat down on the toilet. I shut my eyes but I couldn't close my ears. I was XXXX to listen to the gross splashing and plopping sounds.

"Ah, there’s nothing like a good cleansing of the system to put one in the mood for love. You look a bit uncomfortable hanging around like that, Gary. You can watch me take a bath! I’ve got to be nice and clean for you. Don’t you think that’s a good idea?"

I sagged with relief as Ted undid the rope around my neck. I slumped to the floor, lying in a corner of the bathroom. Now that my neck was free I had a chance of escape. Ted must have been reading my mind.

" "I have to make sure that you stick around for the party. I wouldn’t want you to be sneaking away while I was relaxing in the tub. That would be a real drag. I’m really looking forward to our day together."

I whimpered in frustration as Ted tied my ankles. My whimpers turned to groans as he wrapped some rope around my knees, and then attached some more rope to those binding, tying it around my neck. I was in a worse position than I had been before.

"There, that should keep you nice and safe and sound. It would be terrible if something happened to you before we get to know each other better. Did I mention how much I’m forward to spending time with you?"

Ted started to strip. Hmm, he had quite a nice chest, I had to admit. Then he dropped his jeans. His legs weren’t that bad either. It was when he stripped off his boxers that my heart fell. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I thought. That thing CAN’T be real! My eyes nearly popped out of my head in XXXX as I saw what was hanging between his legs. As he started stroking it and it started to grow, I screamed through my gag. Even though I was trussed up like a pig going to market, I started to fight against my ropes. If he used that…that…thing on me, I would be maimed! Crippled for life!

"Now don’t you fuss, Gary. I’m going to have a nice relaxing soak, and then we’ll have some fun. You just lie there and gather your strength, because you’re going to need it, I can assure you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had any loving, so I’ve got lots of tension to release. "

Ted hopped into the tub and started running the water. He was humming happily, undoubtedly looking forward to relieving his ‘stress’. I on the other hand, was getting completely stressed out. I felt like a Vestal virgin waiting for Attila the Hun and his hordes to come visiting. While Ted was splashing away, adding bubble bath to the steaming water, and singing in a rather pleasant baritone, I was making frantic efforts to escape. I did everything I could to free myself, but Ted was an accomplished roper. All I managed to do was to half XXXX myself to XXXX. Nothing that I did loosened the ropes that held me immobile. I was lying on my side, panting and sweaty, when Ted finally stood up in the bathtub. The foam that clung to his body did nothing to hide the package that he was carrying between his legs. He must have been having some fun with himself while he bathed, since it was standing at full mast. I gulped. Babe Ruth could have used that thing to hit a home run. He hopped out of the tub, beaming.

"Oh, Gary, we are going to have a wonderful time together. I just know that you and I are going to be great friends. I think that is going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

 

The End

 

Gary played by Aaron

 

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/29/2005

Hog Tied Dante

22 photos; 5:19 video

Model: Dante
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/07/2016

Day Dreaming

25 photos; 2:50 video

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/13/2007

Bad Dreams by Caitiff

33 photos; 7:04 video

It had been a hard night for Jimmy. The bar crowd had been especially rowdy. As a

bouncer, Jimmy had had to throw out at least ten people. He was glad ot be home.

Jimmy was so tired he simply stripped off his sweaty jeans and plopped into bed. Soon

snores could be heard.

 

Deep asleep, Jimmy had dreams about someone coming into his bed room. In his

dreams he could feel hands touching his bare ass and back and moving up to his head

where a leathery hand grasped Jimmy’s mouth tightly.

 

Jimmy’s eyes popped open. It was no dream. A masked man was standing over him

and a gloved hand gagged Jimmy, keeping him silent.

 

“Mmmmmppphh!?”

 

“You should have locked your door, big guy. Who knows what weirdoes might come

right in.”

 

“Mmm!”, Jimmy grunted but didn’t move, aware that the man had him dead to rights.

 

“Ok you’re going to do just what I say, aren’t you?”

 

“Mmmm.” Jimmy nodded. He didn't’ have much to steal so if he just co-operated he

could get out of this.

 

The man tossed Jimmy a roll of tape. “Gag yourself, stud.”

 

Jimmy complied. He hardly wanted to be tied up, especially when he was still half

naked. But what choice did he have?

 

Soon Jimmy’s mouth was gagged with tape. He was then commanded to roll over

where his hands were bound followed by his feet. Soon Dean was helplessly bound and

gagged, unable to do more then wiggle and grunt softly. Worse, despite his situation,

the friction with the bed spread was making his dick hard. He hoped the burglar didn’t

notice, that he just took the crap Jimmy had in his apartment and left.

 

The burglar did notice. He didn't just notice Jimmy’s raging erection, the man grabbed it

and began to stroke.

 

“MMmmmmpphhaammmm?!”, Jimmy moaned in protest. What the hell. Why was

another guy grabbing his junk like that? The man had Jimmy tied up and gagged. Why

wasn’t he stealing Jimmy’s stuff and leaving?

 

The man laughed as he noticed Jimmy’s discomfort but obvious horniness.

“You shouldn't’ have let me tie you up so easily.”

 “Now I have you where I want you and there’s

nothing you can do about it. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

 

“Mmmm?”

 

“You shouldn't’ have thrown me out that one night. Think you were so big and tough.

Well now you’re the one who’s screwed.” The man continued to stroke Jimmy’s dick,

making it hard for Jimmy to pay attention to what he was hearing. Though what he was

hearing, he didn’t like.

 

“Yeah, time for you to be brought down a peg or three. But it seems you kind of like this.

So I guess we’ll start here. Tell you what, if you an hold out from coming, I’ll just leave

you tied up. But if you get off then I get to take you with me to do with as I please.”

Jimmy’s dick was now throbbing. Jimmy hadn’t been laid in months and the pressure

was building. Jimmy knew it was only a matter of time before he relented.

 

The End

 

Jimmy played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/02/2012

The Scandal by Zac

23 photos; 6:09 video

Brad completed his work for the weekend and was happy to finally have some fun to himself after such a long week catching up projects and reports for next week's meetings. He was tired and wanted to chill out a while and just relax. He dozed off a couple hours then heard the doorbell ring. Half awake, he went to greet whoever was visiting up front. Then he found no one there and heard another ring from the back door. Oh it must be David from the office. They were good friends who often hanged out.

When Brad opened the door he was surprised to see Bill his boss? "Hey Bill, how's you? Are you having a great day?" "It's not too good Brad, see we are being audited next week, and I need to make sure you were well prepared." Brad was surprised and allowed him inside. "Prepared for the big leagues? What they up to now?" "They're here from the city to see how efficient we are, and since you have the most accurate data, I knew we needed to go over the results one more time."

They went over the data and found a major error that could cost the company millions. They were speechless and scrambled to find out what went wrong. Apparently a large sum of money was never deposited, and the books showed more profit than there actually was. If they didn't fix the accounting glitch, the company would go under. Then Brad's eyes popped when his boss grabbed him. His trusted boss was XXXX him to his knees. Brad slowly fell to the floor and watched the body language of his boss as he explained to him that it was he that embezzled the money and wanted to collect the evidence from Brad of the data that pointed out the error. All he had to do was modify the sales by a simple percentage and the books would balance as it should keeping the stock growth at a constant growth.

"What do you want with me Bill? Please I'll forget all of this and you just leave me alone." Bill glanced down with an evil stare. "I'm afraid I have to fire you. Thank you for serving the company. I'll truss you up so tight, you will never get out, and it'll look like robbers did this to you." There wasn't much Brad could do but comply as his hands were lashed up first and he pulled them around his thighs and around his torso. Then lead by lead, his muscular upper body was lashed up tight around his lower and upper chest, and he pulled back tightly from behind, squeezing the tight red ropes into his tensed up hard flesh around the arms and pecs before tying everything behind him on his back. Then the legs were tied into a diamond shape to prevent walking of any kind. Brad found himself in one tight knot!

Brad struggled and rolled around the thin carpeted floor. Each thrust was digging the tense ropes deeper into his muscles making his skin rash bright red as it grinded against the hard unforgiving floor. Brad was a well built guy and had a lot of heavy muscle weight now tightly pinched into a ball therefore making it nearly impossible to resist his bonds if he had any chance of escape. "Now you sit there really tight, and if you're lucky, someone will find you and cut you loose hehehe!" "You never get awammmppPPHHH!!! MMmmPPHH!!" Bill taped him up good with thick silver tape and pulled his hair up and said "you better pray you're found, you're gonna be tied up like this a VERY LONG TIME!" "Mmmmppppnnnoooophh!" Brad cried out but no use. He watched Bill trash the place and took a few items to make it look like a burglary. He then cut the power & phone line and left him in the dark house alone. He lay there scared of how to free himself yet felt instantly hard hogtied on the floor with his groin ramming into the carpet with each hard thrust of his tightly lashed up body! "MmmMMMpppHHH! Mmmpphhh!! MMPPPHH!!!" This wasn't going to be a relaxing weekend after all! Damn!!

 

Brad played by Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/02/2012

Wrapped In Rope

36 photos; 5:14 video

Model: Derek

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/15/2013

Beefy Daddy First Bondage Lesson

17 photos

At IML 2016 Daddy Beefy got to have his first taste of a fun bondage scene

Taken 5/28/2016

Model: Daddy Beefy

Bondage Artist: Slade

Photos Taken by: Slade

Stephen Webster & The Spider of Fire! by Zac

45 photos; 4:54 video

It was a dark chilly Halloween night very cold and spooky... Stephen Webster was wantin' to party hard for it was also his birthday this night, the inner "scorpy" from deep within wanted something bold and intense to do. After class at the Caitiff School of Ropecraft & Mmmphery he checked out the campus Halloween party; it was pretty lame and was sad they didn't celebrate his special night with more tricks and treats but the other students were really cute, and he chased after the preppy boys hard from the House of Ticklelyn. Awww they were so cute! I just wish we had more preps in Gaggendore! We have so many (but adorable and sweet) pizzys or shaggy folk with long like hair.

Stephen Webster was sorted into Gaggendore for his brave character and love for gags. Gags were just so grand and bold to him. The Gaggendores loved their gags and they had all kinds! His personal favorite was the cleave and tape gags but the best one he loved to try out someday was to take a pizzy and stuff him with a sock then tie a bandanna around so tight and tape up his lips with heavy duty gorilla tape over his talky mouth! With long pizzy hair it's hard to wrap tape around the head so it had to be extra strong, just what the Scorpio liked hehehe... Of course his little brother fit this picture perfectly and was also a Libra, meaning he wouldn't shut up when gagged lol! Professor Caitiff awarded him an A for presenting this cutting edge gagging method for his midterm exams; it was nice having his little brother to play on since they both are in the same house!

Then there were the Ticklelyns with their crave for tickles, and they love to trick the school with their one of a kind pranks. They were often quite bold yet quiet but when they grasp you with their hands they are on fire all over your body, tryin' to get you to break in their intense tickle torture hahaha! Ticklelyn had a water element associated with it but the sorting isn't based on sun sign astrology as it takes your whole character into account. Stephen was inventive and had a fiery mind so he was placed in Gaggendore instead of Tickleyn. He often would handgag them in the halls around Caitiff's castle loving the spookiness Halloween brought him to give Stephen the edge in surprise and capture hehe...

Then there were the Nippleclaws and their kinky scare tatics and airy ways to get people to talk when tied up! They were like kinky and horny mad scientists always thinking up new ways to tease someone. Their favorite is pinching the nipples hard and watching their guest scream out loud. The feeling really got a tied up dude squirming with all the attention. They loved attention and often try new ways to torture people to give the bondage ministry fresh new ways to enjoy the activity. Of course they would never go too far and hurt someone only spice things up a bit hehe... Stephen loved to play and talk with them they were quite flirty and did he already say cute? lol

Lastly there are the Hufflemmphs! The down to earth types that invented the hogtie! They loved their sense of immobility and love the fact that all the strength in the world is useless once your tied up! They prove that with the hogtie and they keep getting tighter and better! They recently grabbed a poor Gaggendore pizzy and encircled ropes around his beefy chest and pulled his arms tightly behind his back at the elbows and wrists followed with ropes around the knees and ankles and tied him in one sweet tight little package that's ready for opening hehehe... they loved nudeness too and would often strip or cut away whatever their guests are wearing to expose the virginity of their helpless flesh as he squirmed for mercy. Hogties became famous for getting the little dudes firmly hard when guys struggle on the floor on their bellies! Oh Stephen loved to see his little brother like that now and then so he would often hit them to take him on occasion lol!

After the party Stephen took a walk in the forbidden woods just off campus and took in the night. It was very pretty and the full moon was rising bringing lightness to the dark world. There were creepy noises all around him... the sXXXX of a twig the crack of an screechy owl and even the illusion that he is being watched from all angles as these woods were so alive with spooky creatures on an unimaginable scale. Stephen sat down and thought about stroking his little dude to give him a special treat! Then all of a sudden a ghosted hood came charging at him and WHAM!! All lights went out in an instant when Stephen was XXXX on the ground for the little creatures to play on him hehe...

Stephen awoke in a dark creepy and cold place and when he tried to wipe his head he couldn't! His hands were stuck to a rickety chair that squeeked. He was bound hands to the sides and his chest was also firmly held in place to the back of the chair along with his feet. There was nothing the man could do but squirm. However he wasn't gagged so he screamed for help!

"HEELP! HEEEEELLLPP!! ANYONE PLEASE HELLP!" No one came but something else did! Something he would never expect... Above his head he heard crawling creatures inside a crack in the wall and one poked out; it was a bright orange spider about 2 inches wide! Then another one came out it was green! And another purple one oh my! This was getting creepy! Then a big juicy black spider came out last and starred at Stephen while he struggled. It seemed to like what he was doing and decided to string his web closer to him, Stephen's eyes open so wide as the group strung up by him, now sitting on his shoulders...

"HEEEELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKEKKKKKKK!!" Stephen screamed to the top of his lungs the creepy crawlies were so quiet and creepy! They began crawling on his bound body spitting out web all over him front and back, then more friends came and tortured Stephen with their webs. By an hour later Stephen was XXXX in fright as it must have been 100 tingly creepy spiders crawling on him from deep inside the walls, and there were nothing he could do but watch (and let) them prey on him with their webby bondage schemes...

"Somebody please, Helllppmmmmmph! Yuuckk!!" A spider crept into him mouth and gagged him with eewwies eeeeeekkKK! Another one began tickling at his ear and tormented his eye lashes; he couldn't take this anymore! Then the dark masked hooded man came out of the darkness... "At least I'm saved! Please help me get me outta here!" But the man just stood there and watched him squirm and tried not to laugh too, it was totally unexpected to find your prisoner infested by bondage spideys! "Awww that is soo cool yet cute!" the voice said. He recognized his brother it was Zac pizzy!

"bro get me outta here please you gotta get these creepy things off me!!" Zac laughed and starred right back... "Ah you haven't seen nothing yet! Now time to properly shut you up!" Stephen's eyes watched in XXXX when Zac ripped a thick strip of black duct tape and encircled his preppy older brother around his head effectively mmphing him up! The spiders liked the little mmphing sounds and became more attracted to him as they continued webbing him up to prepare him for their queen! "Have fun bro let me be the first to wish you Happy Birthday! Later!! Enjoy your special tricks... and treats!"

"MMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!! MPPmmmpppphhhmmmmmm!" Stephen couldn't bear watching his loving little brother leave him alone with the creepy crawlies. If I only get out of this alive he sure is going to get it! Then he heard something dark and spooky above him; he was afraid to look up... It sounded big and really creepy as it crept down towards him; what was it? Oh no he didn't say? Did he say queen? OH MY GOD!!

"MMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMPHPHHHHHH!!!!" Stephen Webster watched in XXXX as this big fat juicy black widow came down towards him it must have been 2 feet wide YIKES!! It had big firm dark tingly legs that itched towards him and Stephen trashed around all he could to get it away from her but those spideys have him firmly in their grip now as the queen lowered herself into her new captive ready to do her worst!

Stephen feared the worst as the spider began GROWLING!! It growled in a dark sinister way and tormented his will with every step she took on his shoulder and chest, and LOOK HOW BIG THOSE EYES ARE!!! AND SO MANY!!! The spider was heavy and strong and pressed firmly into his flesh with every step to give her presence. The queen was one big mother fucking spider! EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeekkk!!

"MAHAHAHAHAHRRRRRRRRRHEHMAHAHAHMAAMAMAMHAHAAHARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" The queen sounded like the devil himself and firmly grasped a hold of him around his head hugging his gag and cheek bones tightly then teased at his neck with her big sharp fangs that breathed fire like a dragon! Oh no this is the end I'm at the mercy of a mutant giant vampress BLACK WIDOW!! Just when she was about to take the kill she then moved on his chest and jumped up above him to the pipes over his head and hung there above him tormenting Stephen Webster as he starred up and watched for when the spider will come back for the kill? It pounced on him and growled and Stephen closed his eyes and couldn't even watch. He took a big blow to the head again and XXXX in total fright! He later awoke a few hours later on his bed still XXXX of the nightmare in the basement with all the creepy crawlies and their menacing queen mother that growled!

He jumped up and shaked his body hoping no spideys would be there thank goodness they were all gone! But there was a note with his name printed on his dresser... Stephen, I hope the spiders didn't cause you too much trouble they only wanted to play with you and wish you a Happy Birthday! I thought that's what you wanted, the spookiest party ever! I know what you said last night! -Love Zac"

"That's IT! The pizzy is sure gonna get it now! How dare he let me fall prey to tormenting menacing spiders, I will never forget THIS!!"

 

Stephen Webster played by Stefano

Photography by Zac

 

Date of Production:10/21/2011

One Bad Mistake by Kirk

28 photos; 3:16 video

Roger stopped his struggle for a minute catch his breath. “How could I be so fuckin stupid,” the twenty- six year old asked himself. “I’ll break if they ‘skin me alive!’” Roger kept talking to himself in his head as his wrists burned in the tight ropes. “I can take torture, but if I break, then I will not stand a chance!” Roger got back to work on the ropes. There was not much time.

 

He had worked for the XXXX Enforcement Agency for several years now. He loved his undercover assignment: living on the edge. The pure rush – higher than a XXXX high. He loved pushing himself to the limits. He worked out and kept his body perfectly toned. He would push to the limit in everything he did --- pushup, squats, weights, ropes. Yes ropes. He was into tie up – not sex stuff nor bdsm, tie up. Like being roped up like some animal in a tight hogtie, arms pulled to their breaking point, rope biting into his muscular mass, hamstrings cramped from their XXXX position… he would work the ropes for a day if he had to. He always got free. Since he was a kid.

 

He loved living on the edge. A street wise Harlem kid, Roger had come through the ranks. At 16 he had joined a gang of Latinos….. Very tough kids. His initiation: he was strung up, striped to the waist, in the apartment of an abandoned building. They had crossed his wrists and hung him to the ceiling. His elbows were pulled together behind his head and tied. His legs were bent at the knees, and his ankles tied to his thighs. The gang members tormented him all afternoon. He was gut punched, blindfolded, and slapped as he hung off the ground in misery.. He always remembered how his shoulder blades and pits burned from his weight as he hung --- swinging. Finally they left him. He hung there, blindfolded, gagged, and sweating with fear as he heard the rats scurry under him. They next day he was cut down and became a gang member. It took him several days to walk without massive pain in his legs.

 

He came back to the present. How did they find out he was DEA undercover? He had worked for months to infiltrate the Jamaican XXXX traffic into Manhattan. He got in deep, and was at the distribution point: on old warehouse on the river in Scranton, Pennsylvania. He was going to take a shipment to NYC. He did not like the idea of a “wire,” recording conversations. It did not communicate to the outside, just record. To dangerous with all the high tech stuff the XXXXgies used – they could pic up the transmission. They must have caught his partner that night and tortured him for information.

 

Roger’s partner was more than just an assignment partner. He was his work out buddy and tie up buddy. Built like a rock, the dude like to play “prisoner of war.” You know, take him, and rope him into a ball, his ankles behind his neck, his arms pinned together behind his back. Roger would break into a sweat making the ropes tight on him. There was no way out. He would stay like that for hours until Roger decided it was time to let him go. His endurance was infinite. “What could they have done to him,” Roger wondered as he felt the tightness of the ropes around his own biceps.

 

Roger had been accosted as soon as he entered the warehouse. He had been tied up, wrists and arms, and mouth taped. They kicked him a bit. But when one punched him in his balls, they felt something. The found the wire… pulled up his shirt and saw it taped to his chest. Discovering it only to be a recording device, they left it there. They check his ropes and left to get their leader. Roger worked on the ropes. He knew what it was like to be tied up and he knew how to work with it. He liked the feel--- the rope biting into his biceps as he struggled.

 

He was used to tough spots. He had joined the army at 19, a tough muscular dude. After basic training, he went for ‘special ops.” He began to remember his SERT training: he was captured as a POW. He could have stopped the training, but he had told them, “…make it real…. Give me the full treatment!” They had roped his arms behind his back, elbows toughing, with a tight hemp rope. The sleeves on his camo shirt were rolled up to his shoulders, so the rope cut into his flesh. His arms were then lashed at his elbows and wrists to his back. Ropes were passed around each of his biceps and he was hoisted up until he was standing on his tip toes. If he lowered his feet, his arms would burn. He could stop it at any time. His captors played cards for hours as they watched Roger sweat in his bounds- resting his feet, and then raising them to his toes. He gave up in 5 hours, almost a record. They were amazed at the rope burn on his arms. Roger took it as the Medal of Honor.

 

He came back to the present--- it had happened so fast. He had no choice but to let these Jamaicans bind and gag him. They would hurt him in an instant. When his was roped, they beat him and threatened him. “Who else…” He would not talk. They had left him for a while and he struggled, but could not break free. Finally, when they hit the recorder near his balls, they pulled up his shirt, and found the wire. Ripping it from his skin, and crushing it, they manhandled Roger and roped him securely to a metal pole. He was tortured yet his was able to take their abuse. Finally, the boss spoke: “Skin him alive! That will make him talk!” They left him to get their edges. Roger felt terror in the pit of his belly. Strung up and skinned like some fuckin deer.

 

It was then that Roger knew this was it. He would break if they skinned him and tell them the names and descriptions of all other agents. He knew he did not have much time. Flexing his muscles he got the ropes off his chest. He took the pain as the ropes sawed into his wrists, but he finally got them free. He began to escape from the basement. After a few hours he was back at the federal building in Scranton. He explained to his superiors what happened. They were relieved that Roger was ok. His partner too had survived the torture. When they went to the warehouse all were gone. Roger knew there would be another day.

 

He decided he needed so more training. He called his partner who came by with a coil of quarter inch hemp rope. Soon the ropes were biting once again into Roger’s skin as he hung from the ceiling, his partner holding a edge to his chest, and then……..

The End

 

Roger played by Clark

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/21/2006

Between Friends by Zac

28 photos; 2:42 video

Zac XXXX on the door fiercely. He was eager to see his crazy

friend Rawy after leaving him tied up all night at the hotel with a

dirty sock stuffed in his mouth eewww!!! The boy almost gagged

just thinking of it. And they left him mmphed up until the room

service found Zac tightly spread eagled on the bed bare and

hadda cut him out; it was soo embarrassing!

 

Rawy is Zac's roommate and friend from school. The two often tie

each other up for fun and terrorize one another silly. Usually Rawy

gets tied up with Zac being slightly muscular and stronger, but

Rawy has interesting moves that catch Zac by surprise and takes

him off guard, and before you know it, the boy is on the floor

tightly hogtied and squirming mad before he knows it! Rawy

always thought Zac was pretty and the perfect man to hemp up

now and then when he least expects an attack hehe!!

 

Rawy opens up and isn't surprised who it was. "Hey bro, have a

nice night dreaming of me all over you haha? I was quick and

firm!" Rawy said all pride headed. "Why you leave me? That

wasn't right! Some crazy person might find me vulnerable, or

worse, what if no one showed? Zac was frantic. "Chill bro, you're

too hyper again! I wouldn't have forgotten you, just teach you a

lesson."

 

"What lesson?" Zac blunted out, "Mmmphh!?!" Rawy grasped

Zac's soft baby face tight... "This lesson! Sweet boy, you have

much to learn. First not to interrupt me when I'm talking. We'll fix

that quickly hehe..." Zac yelped "UMPHHG!!" He didn't get much

out before Rawy silenced him yet again with his ninja hands and

threw Zac against the wall. Before Zac could resist, his wrists

were all ready lashied up in a big tight knot behind his back. "Hey,

Rawy, let me go! Stop!! What the hell? mmmMMPPHHHhhh!!!"

Zac was helpless before he could even mumble an objection.

Great, I'm being XXXX by Rawys! They're everywhere it

seems, and Rawy had him tightly in his grip and began hogtying

the boy around his wrists & ankles until Zac was twisted into a live

Capital L! He couldn't bend his back tied up so hard; his firm

chest stuck out trying to pull the arms back but he wasn't moving

anywhere fast. Rawy finished him off with three sticky pieces of

silver tape! Zac didn't wanna believe it but he was at the mercy of

Kung Fu Rawy yet again!!

 

Rawy XXXX Zac on his knees and threw him off balance on the

floor. "Mmmpphhhh! Mmmpphh!!

mmmmmmmmmmmpppppphhh!!!" Zac wasn't happy and

wrestled his bound torso around like a snake after his ankles got

the special rope treatment and were tightly lashed and secured to

Zac's butt, which was spanked! "MMMMPPPHH!! MMMPPPHH!!!"

Zac was one HOT sweaty boy tightly wound up into a ball ready

for tickles & pinchies! He was the perfect man happily accepting

whatever affection and tough love that came his way. For a sweet

awnry boy he sure was enjoying this? Zac's clothes were full of

sweat while his muscled body suffered many rope burns. His face

turned bright blussy red!

 

Rawy brushed the boy's wet curly hair to the side and kept him

quiet with yet another random dirty sock, uugghh!! Then he got a

smelly bare foot in his face on top of that! Eeewww!!! Rawy

gagged him with it for a long ass time!

 

"Mmmmpphhmmmppphh!!!!" Rawy whispered in Zac's ear, "shut

up you know you like this, and don't gripe you deserve this cuz

hot jocks like you were made to be tied up. I think I'll keep you like

this a very long time hehehe!" "uuuppphhmmmm!" Zac cried a

little but knew it was true. "Maybe if you're good, I'll ship you off to

you're brother Stephen tied up like this and keep you a while

hehehe!!! I know you can be a little indecisive; this way all tied up,

you don't have a worry in the world. We'll take good care of you."

Zac's eyes bulged open and fought the tight bonds around his

limbs which were digging deeper into him by the second.

 

"mmmpphhhhmmmm" It was no use. He might as well get used to

this; it looks like he'll be tied up a very long time?? All of a sudden

psycho kitty came out to play with him! REEOOWW!! The thing

pounced on him and scratchied his head! Rawy couldn't stop

laughing... "awww cute, the kitty wants to play with you too!"

"MMMPPPHHHHMmmmm!! Mmmpphhmmm!!" Zac couldn't stand

the cat scratching him but the kitty dug into him a couple more

times on his face and chest.

 

"MMMMMPPPPHHMMMmmmmmm!!!!" The torture was intense

and his worst fear came true but at the paws of a cat! hahaha but

he lay there mmphing quietly while the kitty purred against his

arm and swat his face with his tail. Zac looked away in disgust.

Rawy loved every moment of it and the cat didn't mind. He was

used to seeing hot pretty boys tied up on the floor and thinks

they're his new toys to play with - ones that come alive and make

mmphy sounds when touching them hehehe! A hogtied boy was

much more interesting than a stuffed mouse. Greaat, now I'm

dealing with Kung Fu Kitty! Zac couldn't believe his mind and tried

not to laugh. It's just way too silly!

 

Model: Zac

The Abuser: Rawy

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production:11/10/2012

Bare All

29 photos; 4:27 video

Model: Ryan

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 06/22/2008

Underoos

29 photos; 6:46 video

Model Taylor

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:11/26/2009

Servitude by Caitiff

32 photos; 4:17 video

It was getting late and James could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at the numbers on his screen. Mr. Oxford, his boss, had said he needed the new finance reports by Monday morning. James had no intention of working over the week end if he could help it.

“Ahh James. Good, you are still here.”, Mr. Oxford surprised James, breaking his concentration.

“Uhh yes Mr. Oxford. I should have those reports ready soon.”

“Excellent. But there is another matter that has come up. New product line we need to work on. “ Mr. Oxford pulled out a roll of what looked like tape. “I want you to try this product out and give feed back immediately.”

“Ok I can use it over the week end...”

“Actually I was thinking we could start right now. First we will try it on your mouth.”

.........

“So how does it feel?” Oxford asked James who now had tape wrapped tightly around his head.

“Mmmpphh!” Was all James could say through the tape gag. Did his boss really expect James to talk while he was gagged? In any event, James had tried the tape over his mouth and so now just wanted to end this silly game and finish his real work.

Unfortunately Mr. Oxford had more product to test. Unable to really protest with the gag tightly wrapped over his mouth, James soon found his self taped to his office chair. Silver duct tape was stretched over his arms and chest, his legs and lap.

 

“Yes that seems right on the money. Now James, please tell me in detail how that feels. Please include as many details as possible.”

What?! It felt like being gagged and tied up to a chair!

“Mmmpppphh! Mmmmppphhtttmmmm! Mmmmrrrmmmrrr?” James tried to explain, beg to be let go. But the tape was really strong. He could neither move nor talk.

“Uh huh. Yes..yes. Fascinating. As I thought.” Mr. Oxford commented, as if he could understand his employee’s unintelligible moaning. “Tell me more. Oh and struggle a bit more too. We must make sure the product is ready for market.”

 

“MMMMMM!? Mmmmrrrpphhtttmmmmm! “ What kind of market had involved guys bound and gagged with tape?

However James did comply with the struggling. Maybe if he could get free Mr. Oxford would stop with this crazy test. James twisted and turned his body but the tape held him captive.

“ I think this would better if I removed your shoes.”

How would that help?, James wondered as his boss slipped the penny loafers off of his feet. Mr. Oxford seemed to take an inordinately long time stroking his employee’s socked feet.

“Yes much better. Oh I didn’t say to stop struggling James!”

James renewed his efforts at getting loose even though he knew it was in vain.

“Mmmppphhh!!!!”, James moaned loudly in frustration.

Mr. Oxford however, seemed very happy by the fact that James remained bound and gagged. Taking even more tape, he bound the feet of his captive worker.

“Yes this is going nicely. You have done a great job here, James. A very good job indeed!”

James felt a surge of relief. Finally he would be out of this crazy bondage game. But it was not to be.

“I want you to continue to work on this over the week end. You will of course get over time.”

“MMmpphh!?”. Was he serious?

He was. Mr. Oxford finished off the tape, using it to blind fold James.

“ I will se you Monday morning. You can continue your assessment of the product. Oh don't forget those finance reports as well.” Have a good week end James.”

“Mmmnnoooo!” James moaned but he could tell he was already alone.

However he was not alone for long.

“Kewl!” James sheard Marly the Janitor exclaim, “Oxford’s left me another one for me!”

James did not like the way Marly said that one bit.

 

The End

 

James played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:07/11/2009

Not Far Enough Caitiff

23 photos

It had been a productive day for John. He and his partner had held up that casino and sped off scott free.

Well, John had sped off scot free. John had left his partner Dan in the ditch when he had gotten out ot piss. John laughed to himself overtime he remembered the look on Dan’s face.

A few hours later and John was in a cheap hotel showering the grime of the road off. He now had a lot of money and no one ot share it with. He would get cleaned up and go out to pick up some chick.

Feeling presentable, John got out of the shower. He had his good clothes, the red silk shirt and leather pants, packed away. That would impress the ladies.

Unfortunately for John, he would never get a chance ot impress anyone. Dan had not been left as far behind as John had thought. In fact, he was right behind John as he stepped out clad only in a towel.

Dan didn't’ say anything. He didn't’ have too. The concealed item to John’s head said plenty. But Dan wasn’t here ot hurt John. Instead John found himself being tied up. His hands were bound behind his back with clothesline. His feet were also tied up nice and tight. Then to make sure that he didn't’ go anywhere, John was hog tied while he lay on the floor.

John was thinking of anything he could say to get himself out of this mess when that option was taken away. Tape was was wrapped around his head over and over.

“Mmmpphh!”

“All comfy now, asshole?”, Dan said when he had finished making his ex partner as helpless as he could. “You thought you had left me behind, didn't’ you? Too bad I got a ride from a trucker. You are so fucking predictable. I knew you would head this way and this was the only hotel in town. “

“Mmmpphhmmaaaa!”, John grumbled in protest as Dan gathered up the money and John’s clothes into a bag.

“I’ll be taking this. I earned the money plus your share. Asshole tax. And your clothes. Good luck chasing after me naked. “

“Mmmmmm!”, John fought the ropes for all the good it did. The ropes didn't’ budge.

“Oh and Good luck explaining how you got tied up and gagged naked on the floor since you can’t tell the cops what really happened. Hahahahaha!”

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmppphh!”, John mumbled and struggled in his bondage as Dan left with everything John had.

The End

 

John played by Uriah

Dan played by Rawy

Photography by Sammy

 

Date of Production:11/14/2010

Take A Break

22 photos

Marcus saw somethign at his job he wasnt' supposed to

So he had to be takenb out for a while.

Marcus played by Himself
Bad Guy played by Donovan

Due to Technical difficulties there will be no video with this set.  Sorry.

Date of Production: 07/14/2016