Noisy

22 photos; 4:00 video

Model: Donovan

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/21/2016

Kent's Casting Couch

32 photos; 1:51 video

Model: Kent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/18/2007

Lesson Learned by JM

27 photos

My mission was clear. I was too confiscate the blue flag from the last opposing team. My friends and I had enjoyed playing war games in the woods. It seems a little childish but we took it very seriously. Once a month we would venture out to the local woods and divide into teams. The goal of the teams was to retrieve all the flags of your opponents the team with all the flags and less captured were too have bragging rights and as many beers bought for them as possible.

Now I know I’m a little cocky, but I had good reason to be. My team had won the last three outings with me as team lead. I was looking for four in a row. Two hours into the game my team had captured 3 of the five remaining flags. We were all accounted for and it was my turn to retrieve the fourth. The blue team was our biggest competition. They were highly competitive. They would stop at no measures to win. Part of the rules we had come up with read that every time a teammate ventured out to get a flag he was to take the flags confiscated with him. This made the game interesting, because if we were captured our flags would be taken and we would lose. As team lead I was to grab the last two flags to assure victory.

I made my way through the woods. The sun had set and I was tired. I was looking forward to a cold one to wet my palate and feeling damn proud of myself. I made sure to be as quiet as possible. We had discovered the blue teams hideout and I devised a plan to circle it from the opposite side where they would not expect me. I strategically made my way through the woods. I made sure not to step on broken branches and keep my noise down to a minimum. The night air became cool, but I still sweated. I was unusually nervous. Something felt off balance. But still I took a few minutes to drain my bladder. That was my mistake. I turned to find 3 blue team members following me. It was over.

I had never been captured before. They were going to make sure I would never forget it. After I was securely bound with rope they began to taunt me. Too add insult to my already bruised ego they used my teams red flag to shut me up. The stuffed the flag between my teeth and tied it behind my head. The rope that secured me burned my skin. My fatigues were no guard against the tight ropes. The more I struggled the more it hurt. I tried to yell but only incoherent moans and saliva left my cleave gagged mouth. I tried with all my strength to break loose, twisting and turning struggling against the knots. It was no use and they were not done with me.

After securing my already bruised wrists to trees, they decided to go a step further. To make me an example they pulled down my pants and underwear and tied a rope to my sensitive manhood. I was not going to struggle for the life of me now. By this time the gag in my mouth was wet with my saliva, my limbs ached, and all but the flag that gagged me were gone. I was never going to hear the end of this.

The End

 

The Captive Soldier played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Come Model for Us by John

28 photos

 Alan had been down on his luck lately and needed some money so that he could pay his rent. He was looking in the newspaper to see what kind of odd jobs he could find that would provide some quick money. Rent was due in a week, and he had already been late a couple of times, and his landlord told him that if he was late with the rent one more time, then he would be evicted.

You see, Alan just got dumped by his boyfriend, got fired from his job, and got into a wreck that totaled his car, all within the last week. He had to come up with money for rent, and FAST!

Alan saw an ad in the paper for a company called “Ties that Bind”. Their ad read: “Quick money for models!” WOW! Alan couldn’t believe what he had seen. This was like a sign! He considered himself a good looking guy, had a nice body and thought that he could be a model. What Alan didn’t realize is what kind of modeling he would actually be doing.

Alan called them up and set-up an appointment to come see them. He still was unaware of what kind of work he would be doing once he got there.

Two days later, the time had come for Alan to finally go make some money for modeling. He showed up at the offices of “Ties that Bind” wearing a suit with no tie, thinking that he was going to be modeling ties for this company. They had other ideas. He sat down with the manager Mark and they talked about his contract. Mark asked him if he had done any modeling before and Alan said “No.” Mark asked Alan how he felt about some nudity. Alan had a puzzled look on his face, but if they wanted to take pictures of him naked with a tie on, he didn’t really care. He needed the money bad, and his ex-boyfriend had always told him that he had a nice cock. So he agreed to the nude photos.

Mark led Alan to the back of the office where the photography studio was and that is where he met Gustav. Gustav was a hunky muscular guy in his 30s who Alan was instantly attracted to. Gustav would be the photographer for Alan’s photo shoot. Mark left Alan with Gustav and they got to work.

“Ok Alan, if you can take off your clothes for me, except leave on that undershirt, I think that will be a nice touch” said Gustav. “Umm, do you want me to keep my dress shirt on too?” asked Alan. “No” laughed Gustav. Gustav then turned to face Alan and Alan noticed that Gustav was holding a long piece of white rope in his hands. “What’s that for?” asked Alan. Gustav just looked at him funny. “Don’t you know what we do here?” said Gustav.

Alan was a bit shocked, but he really didn’t have a clue. “We tie up men and take pictures of them and then post them on the internet for other people to enjoy” said Gustav. This kinda shocked Alan, as he thought he was going to be a clothes model, but he desperately needed the money and thought to himself for a bit and decided that he might as well go through with it. He remember back to when he was in high school and he would record movies off of the television because they had men that were taken and hogtied and he would get off to those movies. He had never been tied up before, but he was willing to let Gustav do what he wanted to him. So….here is Alan’s first time being tied. Hope you enjoy.

The End

 

Alan played by Logan

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/05/2006

Hugs

24 photos

Models: Lewis and Drew

 

Photography by Caitiff

Violet Undies

23 photos

Model: Kent

Photographry by Sammy & Caitiff

 Date of Production: 04/23/2007

Red Underwear

22 photos; 5:29 video

Model: Donovan
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2014

Touch Down on the Tight End by RCT

25 photos; 5:05 video

Brian had no idea what was so important that he had to meet at Terry's house for an important meeting before practice. He knew that Terry had been acting weird since he was kicked off the team for too many missed practices.

That was all that Brian remembered before waking up. He did not feel awake cause it was still dark. He finally realized that not only was he blindfolded but also had his hands tied behind his back with rope. He could feel Terry walking in the room but not making a sound. Before he could say anything his left blue football sock was removed and tied around his mouth. Luckily he was on his wake to practice and not coming from practice.

"Well Mr. Football Star, how does it feel to be late for practice? Instead of defending me you voted to have me thrown off the team. Payback is a bitch now, isn't it?"

Brian tried to talk through his gag but the words were not coming out clearly. "You might as well get comfy because you will be here for a while", Terry said as he helped him sit on the futon. After a few minutes Terry helped him lay on the futon, while rubbing on the side of Brian's leg. This made Brian feel a bit uncomfortable so he tried to pull away. Immediately he felt his feet being held together as they were now being tied tightly with rope. This was not looking good. "Now in case you don't get thrown off the team then you are going to quit the team yourself."

Now things were getting weird. He felt Terry's hands pull his pants down. What in the hell could this punk be up to, he thought. Before he knew it he could feel the hands caressing and squeezing on his buttocks. Some touches were light while others were more aggressive. He could tell that Terry was feeling himself as well.

"Now I want you to smile as I take more pictures. I will keep these to myself but if you do not quit the team then I will release them for everyone to see just how much of a freak you really are.". Brian's blindfold was removed as Terry continued taking pictures of him tied up and gagged. That didn't bother him as much as his pants being pulled down and Terry XXXX his body in between XXXX. A few of his hard cock were also taken after being aroused. It seemed like eternity as pictures of him on his knees, hogtied, and his ass up in the air were taken. It looks like Brian didn't have a choice but to go ahead and quit the team. Maybe he would even ask for a few copies of the photos that were taken.

The End

 

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/23/2007

The Photo Shoot

22 photos; 5:40 video

Model by Chad

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 09/06/2012

COUNTER OFFER by SoftTouch

25 photos

           Matthew left the party and drove his new BMW down out of the hills toward home. Matthew had grown up as a trophy XXXX. As long as he was on his best behavior during the big holidays and on the family vacation so that his parents could show him off to the family and their friends, they didn't much care what Matthew did the rest of the time. Matthew didn't mind very much. Ever since his sixteenth birthday he had been receiving a generous allowance from Grandpa’s estate, and when he turned twenty-one he knew that he was going to inherit most of Grandpa’s fortune. Now Matthew was already twenty and he had only twenty-nine days to go before his birthday was here and then he would be set for life.

All of a sudden the car engine sputtered and then stopped, and then Matthew was surprised when the car coasted to a stop on the side of the road. At first Matthew was only disappointed. This was a brand new car. It wasn't supposed to stop. But then Matthew began to get a little worried when he got out of the car and saw that there wasn't anything except trees and moonlight in all directions. He was all alone.

Matthew lifted the hood of the car and stared at the engine. Matthew didn't know anything about cars except how to buy one so he was really perplexed. There had to be some way to make it go again. And so he never heard the van that pulled to a stop nearby or the two men who got out of the van and walked over beside him.

“Do you know what might be wrong with it,” Matthew asked the two men hopefully without even looking up from the confusing engine.

“Probably needs a little rag,” one of the men said.

Matthew lifted his eyes to see that one of the men was holding a pad of white rag in his hand, and he was still trying to figure out how a rag might help and engine to go again, when he suddenly realized that the handful of cloth was coming toward his face.

“What do you think you're doing?” Matthew asked, but most of his words by muffled by the layers of damp cloth that were suddenly pressing against his face. And then the strong smell of something sweet and sickly rushed into his nose. Too late, Matthew tried to twist away from the XXXX cloth only to find strong hands holding his arms down at his sides. And all at once, Matthew began to feel dizzy and faint.

When Matthew opened his eyes again, he realized that he was sitting in the back of an enclosed van. He had been stripped down to his pants and there were ropes tied all around him. Matthew tried to protest, but there was some kind of tape plastered over his mouth so that he couldn't move his lips when he talked. And then he saw that the driver was wearing a gorilla mask over his head, and then man sitting beside him had the mask of a bird’s face over his head. Was this a nightmare?

“He’s waking up,” the Bird Man chirped.

“Rules of the road, boy,” the Gorilla growled. “You don't give us no trouble; we don't give you no trouble.”

And then the Bird Man pulled a dark cloth bag down over Matthew’s head and kept in him in the dark until –

Suddenly the bag was pulled off of Matthew’s head and he blinked his eyes until he saw that he was now in some kind of spare room in somebody’s house.

“You can wait in here until your parents come across with the money,” the Gorilla growled at him. “But don't go getting no bright ideas.”

“Yea,” the Bird chirped in his face. “We don't like delivering damaged goods, but I do enjoy taking a peck or two out of somebody as delicate as you.”

Matthew cringed and he could feel his body starting to shake. It was obvious that both of these men were crazy.

Then the two men pushed Matthew down onto an old mattress that didn't even have a sheet or a pillow on it, and then they began grabbing his body again while they tied his legs and ankles up with more strong ropes.

“Remember, not one peep,” the Bird Man cackled. “Or I will have to peck you.”

The cackling continued while the Bird Man and the Gorilla went out of the room and closed the door.

Matthew didn't know how long he remained a captive in the small room. Maybe it was only hours, but it seemed like days while he rolled back and forth on the hard mattress and discovered that the biting ropes wouldn't let him get comfortable no matter which way he tried to lay.

Suddenly the door opened and the Bird Man and the Gorilla both appeared again.

“We got some bad news boy,” the Gorilla growled.

“And we got some good news,” the Bird Man chirped.

“The bad news is that your parents ain't going to pay the fifty-thousand we asked for if they wanted you returned to them.” The Gorilla shook his head from side to side.

But the Bird Man sounded almost chipper as he told Matthew “But they will give us fifty-thousand if we keep you and another fifty-thousand if we don't return you until after your birthday. Isn't that sweet?”

Matthew felt really sick in the pit of his stomach as he remembered the provisions of Grandpa’s will. If Matthew didn't show up at the lawyer’s office on his twenty-first birthday, all of Matthew’s share of his inheritance would go to his parents.

“Make yourself comfortable,” the Gorilla growled as he pushed Matthew back down onto the mattress. And then they both laughed at him while they slammed the door and left him alone again.

Matthew felt like crying. His parents couldn't do this to him! Then Matthew became angry. He would show them!

It was very difficult since Matthew wasn't used to doing physical things, but he soon managed to stand up from the bed. Then he fought to keep his balance while he took little inching steps and little hops until he finally made it to the closed door.

With a sigh of relief Matthew discovered that his captors hadn't bothered to lock him in. Matthew struggled to turn the door knob and then eased the door quietly and then peered outside. He didn't see anyone.

So then Matthew began moving forward with little baby steps. There had to be a way out of here. Maybe it was down this way? Matthew slowly approached a corner in the hallway.

Suddenly a big beefy hand shot out and grabbed Matthew by his face. Poor Matthew almost had a heart attack as the scary Gorilla mask moved really close to his nose. “Are you trying to be stupid?” the Gorilla growled.

The next thing Matthew knew his body had been spun around and now strong hands were propelling him down the hallway. Then they came a door that was a little smaller than the other doors. The Gorilla opened the door to reveal a small closet.

“You don't like the nice soft mattress we gave you?” the Gorilla sounded angry. “Fine! Try sitting on a hard floor for awhile.” Without any ceremony the Gorilla pushed Matthew’s body down into the closet until the hard floor slammed into Matthew’s buns.

“Don’t worry,” the Gorilla laughed for the first time. “We're going to find plenty of things for you to do before your birthday gets here.”

Then the Gorilla closed the closet door and put Matthew completely in the dark.

Matthew had every reason to be scared, and he had every reason to cry, but instead a cold anger began to work its way up through his body. Somehow he would get out of this closet, and somehow he would get out of this house, and somehow he would show up at that lawyer’s office on time.

Somehow he was going to fool them all!

THE END

 

Mathew played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 02/26/2006

House Work

23 photos; 5:11 video

Model: Braxton
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Productiopn: 02/14/2016

Yellow Jock

25 photos; 5:45 video

Model: Mac
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/15/2016

ThreeXXXX by Latoo

29 photos; 6:09 video

“It was supposed to be a simple job.” I said to my three guests all tied up and struggling on the bed. “I should have been in and out in like ten minutes.”

This whole thing started when I decided to XXXX over a house. I watched it for a few days and saw that there were to be what looked like three male roommates living there. After a week, I decided that when they all left at the same time, I would go in there and look around; I hid in the bushes until they all were gone and that is when I made my move. I sneaked through an unlocked window and started going through their stuff.

“Geez.” I thought to myself. “I thought they would have better stuff than this shit. There is nothing good here!”

At that moment, I heard the front door unlock.

“Oh great…” I ran to the kitchen to hide. “Luckily, I brought some rope for this kind of emergency.”

I heard to the footsteps go into the bedroom and I pounced upon him when his back was turned. I XXXX my hand over his mouth and locked his arms with my other.

“MMMMMPH!” My captive struggled as I kept my grip hard on him.

After about ten seconds of fighting with him, I managed to throw him onto the bed and XXXX his hands behind his back. He tried to fight, but I put all of my weight on him as I tied his hands with my rope.

“Who the hell are you???!” The guy on the bed screamed at me.

Suddenly, I heard the front door open again.

“Fuck… again?” I panicked.

I quickly dived into my pocket and pulled out a blue bandana; then I quickly shoved it into his mouth and I ran to hide again.

“Hey Jim!” I heard from the door. “You here? The front door is open.”

He went into the bedroom where he was stunned at the fact that he saw his roommate tied up and gagged on his bed.

“MMMMMPHHHHHHH!” Jim grunted. “MMMMMMNONONONON!”

“What are you doing here all tied up?” This guy said as he approached Jim.

The second that he took a step, I pounced once again. I took him from behind and pushed him onto the bed. I pressed all of my weight again and despite his strong protests, managed to XXXX his hands behind his back and tied them up.

“Perfect…” I sighed. “I can’t believe I have not one, but two problems to deal with.”

Just as I said that, I heard yet again the front door open.

“Ugh….” I dove into my pocket once again and dug out a red bandana.

I shoved it into this guy’s mouth, tied it tightly, and hid once again in the kitchen.

“Hey Jim and Dave!” I heard from the front door. “Stop leaving the front door unlocked! Talk about giving a robber a free XXXX…” He stopped once he went into the bedroom.

“What the fuck… MMMMMM!” He screamed as I grab him from behind.

I knew this guy as Eric because I heard the muffled grunts of Eric from the other two. This guy was a little harder to take down, but I managed to pin him to the bed and tie his hands.

“Wow…” I stared at all three of my captives. “You couldn’t just stay out of the house.

“Hey!” Eric screamed at me. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t just come in here and rob us!”

“Be quiet!” I commanded as I found a orange bandana in my pocket this time.

“You can call me Mr.X boys!” I smiled. “I thought I was going to rob you of your stuff, but there really isn’t anything worth taking.”

My tied up guys just struggled through their tight ropes as I was talking to them.

“Well, I mean you don’t have any material things I want.” I smirked. “Capturing you guys was an unexpected thrill. I think I’ll just take all three of you guys instead!”

“MMMMMM!” All three grunted in protested.

“Hahaha! Go ahead and struggle.” I laughed. “My knots will keep you in check… I think I have some time to play with each of you.”

I was glad that I brought A LOT of rope.

“There is no greater weapon than a prepared mind” I thought.

I picked up my bag in which I had my rope in and pulled out red, white, and black coils. Then, I tied Jim’s feet with the red, Dave’s feet with the black, and finally Eric with the white. When I finished with all three knots, I had this sudden impulse; I quickly took off all three guys’ shoes and liked what I saw. “Ohhhh” I said. “You all have nice socked feet….”

“MMMM!” All three once more protested.

“Just one last thing….” I grabbed some rope. “I swear.”

I hogtied each guy by their respective rope colors. After I was done, I watched them all struggle under my tight ropework.

“Don’t you all look so cute all hogtied together. Well, let me grab my car and I can take all three of you in my trunk.”

“MMMMMNONONONONONON” All three protested.

“Oh, come on.” I said. “I’ll bring you back to my house. I guess this is what you call a ‘threeXXXX’ because I’m taking all three of you. Boys…. We are going to have fun tonight!”

The End

 

Jim played by Sammy

Eric played by Cliff

Dave played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/16/2009

Skimpy

27 photos; 3:21 video

Model: Tye

Photography: Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/23/2006

Exploited by Caitiff

21 photos; 5:34 video

Cont'd from "The Edge of His Seat"

 

David was certain he was alone, that the men who had left him blindfolded, bound and gagged on the office chair were gone. It had been a harrowing experience. Not only had they robbed the poor young executive, they had taken advantage of him as well. David’s still half hard dick snaked out from his open fly.

David heard a sound. Being blind from tape over his mouth, he couldn't’ be sure but it sounded as if someone was entering the room. Taking a risk that it wasn’t the robbers returning, David tried to yell for help from behind his gag.

“Mmmm!? Mmmmm!”, David’s unintelligible moans were all that could escape his tight tape gag wrapped around his head.

David presumed he was rescued as who ever it was ripped the tape from his legs and undid the jump rope that cruelly bound his dick to the chair. But why didn’t they ungag him so he could talk? Or take off the blind fold?

David could feel hands pulling him up, making him stand. What was going on.

“Mmm?”, David grunted again, moving his still bound hands. David was done being tied up and gagged, his dick hanging out.

Unfortunately for David, the one who had found him was Manny the janitor. Manny had always thought David a hot piece of ass. But David was far too high and mighty to ever even look at Manny.

However, finding David tied up and gagged and blind, unable to stop whatever Manny did to him or even know it was him was looking like a miracle.

“MMmmpphhaaammm?!” David tried to move away as the mystery hands began unbuttoning David’s shirt to expose his naked chest. But it was useless. He was firmly bound and helpless.

The robbers must have come back for more, David thought as someone licked his nipples and stroked his growing man hood. Oh God, what more do they want?

David could feel his legs being tied, presumably with the jump rope that had been roped around his penis only a few minutes before. After his feet were secured, the stroking continued. As before, David’s dick had a mind of it’s own and it grew longer and longer. However, David’s abuser could seem to sense his victim’s limits. Each time David was about to explode, the mystery hands moved onto other part so his body.

The mystery hands continued this game, XXXX David to his knees where his dick was tied up again, this time using his own tie. A cruel game of tug of war ensued between the mystery hands and David’s abused member.

David could only moan pitifully, “Mmmmmm mmfffmmmpph!”

David had no idea how long this went on. Being blind and unable to move or talk distorted one’s time sense. All he knew was the abuse continued in new ways.

A hard dick was shoved across David’s gagged mouth. His nipples were pinched and pulled. Hands groped his ass. And eventually his dick would be stroked almost to the point of release and then left untouched. David squirmed in his bondage He didn't’ know how much of this he could take.

Never did the mystery hands say a word. It seemed dot be only one guy this time. What had happened to the partner, David wondered.

Manny, meanwhile was having the time of his life. He beat on David’s cock like it owed him money. HE humiliated and tormented and teased the arrogant little executive. Manny’s own dick was rock hard and right before he finished with David, he squeezed one out. It was a shame David had been so tightly gag. Manny was sure that the guy knew how to suck. But he wouldn’t risk anything that might have let David know it was Manny. Besides, Manny liked David being unable to talk.

Manny left David there on the floor, half naked, exposed and moaning in frustration. He could say he hadn't’ done this part of the building and none would be the wiser. Let the shift on Monday find him this way. A week end tied up and gagged would serve the punk right.

To Be Continued

 

David played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:10/15/2010

The Too Nosy Accountant by Caitiff

22 photos

10 at night and Brad was still at the office working out a problem with the books. A 5 million dollar problem. He'd been at for hours, even after his boss, Mr. Phillips told him to worry about it on Monday. But Brad wasn't the kind of accountant who let money just stay disappeared. But as he worked long after everyone went home, the irregularities starting adding up until they came too 5 million, more then anyone had realized. And that meant there was only one thing he could do.

Brad reached for the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" Mr. Phillips answered.

"Mr. Phillips? This is Brad at the Office. Look, I was working the books..."

" I thought I told you to wait until Monday."

"Uhh well yeah. But as I was working I noticed that there's a lot more money missing then we realized. About five million."

There was a long pause. The Phillips responded, " Ok, You're right. This can't wait. Come to my house with the books. I keep a copy of all records here. Oh, and keep this to yourself for now. No use worrying people over what may be just a typo."

A few minutes later and Brad was pulling up to Mr. Phillip's condo, record books in hand. He XXXX and Mr. Phillips opened the door. "Come in, Brad", Mr. Phillips beckoned Brad in and closed the door behind him. "I can't tell you how really...Sorry I am you had to find out." Brad's look of puzzlement became fear as Mr. Phillips pulled out his concealed item and leveled it at Brad.

Brad was 6'2" and 260 pounds of muscle. He had played football in college and still worked out everyday to keep in shape. But muscle doesn't help much against a concealed item.

"I'm not going to kill you, brad. Not if you do what I say. Lay on the floor, on your stomach and put your hands behind your back."

"Wh..what are you going to do with me?" brad stuttered.

"Well" Mr.. Phillips explained as he began looping cords of rope tightly around brad's wrists, "You're going to stay here at my house for a while while I take a permanent retirement on a small island in the Caribbean. See, you weren't supposed to notice until after I had gone how much money I took. But, I'm not a murderer so if I can just keep you ...under wraps here until I take off for my flight tonight, it should all be good. Now get up!"

Mr.. Phillips had finished tying brad's hands behind his back and roughly grabbed his arm, XXXX him up. Brad was then shoved onto a chair. In a flash, Mr. Phillips had more rope in hand, rope which was soon wrapped snugly around Brad's chest, restraining his upper body even more. Brad could only twist his hands futiley at the ropes that bound his wrists. Mr. Phillips then began on brad's legs, his knees and then feet. When Mr. Phillips pulled a dirty rag out, brad knew what was next.

"But why? Why steal from your own...mmmmph!" brad never got to finish as he was quickly gagged. The rag was tied around his head so tightly it hurt his mouth.

"Who else should I steal money from?" Mr. Phillips gave brad's head a patronizing pat, "you may be here a while. I was in the scouts as a kid and I'm pretty good with knots. No one's coming here and you're such a good little worker bee, I know you didn't tell anyone where you were going. Just like I asked. Well, I gotta a plane waiting for me. See ya !"

"Mmmm! Mmmnph Giiiir!" Brad begged but the gag made it all unintelligible. He twisted wildly at the ropes held tight. They cut into his wrists and held his legs uncomfortably tight together. Even the gag was impossible to get off. It cut into his mouth and no matter how he pushed with his tongue or chewed on the rag, it stayed firmly in his mouth.

Brad could only look on helplessly as Mr. Phillips grabbed some bags and left, locking the door behind him. Brad continued moaning through his gag a few more minutes until he realized no one could hear him.

As brad sat there trussed up and helpless, fear turned to anger and brad renewed his efforts at freeing himself. But he couldn't even find the knots binding his hands, much less work on them. He even tried to strain his muscles against the ropes trying to sXXXX them superman style. But though his biceps flexed until they were huge, his already well developed chest expanded even more and his legs twisted, brad was no closer to freedom.

"MMMMMPH! Mmm Mamm pht!" Brad growled angrily. Then he noticed the phone beside him for the first time. An idea struck him. Twisting his bound body as much as he could, brad tried to reach the phone. Closer and closer, until he had twisted close enough to be able to nudge the cordless with his face. The phone fell to the ground.

Brad didn't waste any time. He put his weight forward and with a heave managed to stand up. He hopped until he was close to the phone and then tried to fall to his knees. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and hit the floor hard.

"Mmmk! Mmma Urr" Brad swore. But the phone was now within reach and he squirmed and wriggled as much as his bondage allowed. Soon he had the phone within reach. The buttons were hard to press with his nose but Brad worked his nose into the redial button. If he could get somebody on the phone, he could get help.

"Hello?" A woman answered.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmm!" brad moaned desperately.

"Excuse me?"

"Mmmmm! MMMMM!"

"Is this some kind of pervert? Because i don't find this funny or sexy!"

"Mmm! MMphhhhttmmmm!" Brad begged before he heard a click and the dial tone. Brad banged his head against the floor in frustration.

"Well", Brad thought" guess I should have tried 911 first thing" and was just about to pound his nose onto the nine button when he heard someone fiddling with the lock on the door. Was Mr.. Phillips wrong? Was someone else visiting him? But who else would have a key?

Brad's heart went into his throat as he saw Mr. Phillips coming in the room.

"Well, well Well. Good thing I thought I should take all those files with me. Looks like you just can't stop being busy, can you. Guess I'm going to have to XXXX you to relax" Mr.. Phillips grinned and before Brad knew what was happening, his ropes were tightened even more and then hog tied. Mr.. Phillips ripped the phone cord and scooped up the record books before he left one last time.

Now all Brad could do was roll round helplessly. For hours he twisted at his ropes and grunted into his gag. As dawn came, Brad's strength began to wear out. By night fall Brad had given up completely, his may have had a body builder's physique but it didn't help. By Sunday Brad had actually gotten used to being in bondage, the gag spit filled but still unmovable. When Brad heard XXXXing Monday, he wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. He didn't get free until that night when the police broke down the door.

Mr.. Phillips was never caught.

Fin

 

Model: Brad

Photographer: Caitiff

 

 Date of Production: 02/01/2000

Edge of His Seat By Caitiff

25 photos; 4:42 video

David hadn't’ seen the robbers come in. They hadn't’ said a word, just rushed in with concealed items. David was alone in the office. Everybody had already gone home for the week end. Only David had stayed behind to finish up some paper work.

David didn’t get a chance ot ask what they wanted to beg for his life. They pulled out some tape which they wrapped tightly around and around David’s head. Next they pulled his arms behind his back. David could feel his hands being bound with tape. To make David even more secure, his arms were wrapped up with the seemingly endless supply of strong tape. David sweated bullets as he realised just how helpless he was. He couldn't’ talk and he could barely move.

They pushed David into his chair. While one went to work searching through the files and flipping drawers of desks, the other made sure that David wouldn’t try to run away by mummifying his legs at the shins and thighs. David felt like a mummy, wrapped tightly in tape.

“Mmmpphhh! Mmmm!”, David begged through his gag. The gag sealed his mouth tightly, making his pleas unintelligible. Desperately he struggled and strained, if only to make himself more comfortable.

David got a slap for his trouble. The burglar guarding David seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in tormenting his helpless hostage. David was slapped and pushed around and felt up. David struggled and resisted as best he could but it was hopeless.

The guard taped David to the chair, making sure that David wouldn't be able to jump up and hop away while his captor’s attention. Satisfied that David would be going no where for a long time, the men turned their attention to the safe on the wall.

“Mmmmmmm.”, David let out a long, pitiful groan. Now believing that he wasn’t going be killed, just bound and gagged, David began o struggle a bit more.

One of the robbers came over and smacked David on the head. He also felt David up again, making David feel violated. Worse the abuse was beginning to feel sexual. Despite himself David was beginning to feel aroused. He prayed that the robber didn’t notice.

He did. David protested weakly as his fly was unzipped and his dick pulled out. The robber stroked David’s growing penis. David’s face turned beet red from embarrassment.

To make matters worse, David’s dick was tied up with a jump rope that was laying on David’s desk. The restriction only made David’s dick even harder. Every time David moved, his manhood was pulled in one direction of the other.

The robber was joined by his partner in torturing David. David could feel himself getting closer and closer to exploding. But each time he was right on the edge, they stopped touching his crotch and David was left hanging. Being bound and gagged was bad enough. But this was really torture.

How long this went on David couldn’t say. Eventually the robbers grew tired of their game. A final piece of tape was applied over David’s eyes. David was now left blind as well as tied up and gagged into silence.

The room grew silent. David figured he was alone. With his dick hanging out, he was going to have a lot of explaining when someone rescued him.

To Be Continued

 

David played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:10/15/2010

Narcisus Bound by Fidelis

25 photos

Alex ran his soapy hands over his firmly muscled body. God, he was a stud. He caressed his hard biceps, and then his pecs. He knew that there weren’t too many guys around who had a body, and a face like his. He drank up the admiration that he received. It was like an aphrodisiac. When he walked naked through the locker room, or in the showers at the gym, he knew that glances full of envy and lust followed him. He smirked, as he thought of all those poor wusses who would consider themselves lucky if they had a tenth of his good looks. There were a couple of weedy guys at the gym who couldn’t take their eyes off Alex when he strutted through the change room. He always made sure that they got a good gXXXXse of his big cock, hanging down, surrounded by its luxuriant bush of hair, and of his huge hairy balls, dangling like enormous peaches. Ha! What losers. He had led them on, and then humiliated both of them, in front of the other guys. That had been a real laugh, watching them blush and squirm in embarrassment. That sure taught them a lesson, to think that a hunk like Alex would even pass the time of day with them. Thinking of all those admiring looks was making Alex horny. Even if he wouldn’t touch those guys with a 10-foot pole, it was still fun thinking about them lusting after him in vain. They would think that they had died and gone to Heaven if they were in the shower right now with Alex, rubbing their hands and their tongues all over his hot jock body. Alex let his hand slide in between his legs. Oh yeah, he really WAS hung like a horse! He felt his cock stir. Should he or shouldn’t he? Nah, he would save it all up for someone who was deserving of the honour. No use wasting himself right now. It was time to get dried, and then….he would go out looking for someone worthy to worship him.

Alex had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the door of his apartment being opened. It wasn’t until the shower curtain was ripped aside, just as he was drying himself off, that he realized that he was no longer alone. The two skinny jerks from the gym were standing in his, Alex Rodrigues’s bathroom! How dare they invade the premises? What would the neighbours think if they should happen to catch a gXXXXse of two such uXXXXpetizing specimens of humanity in Alex’s apartment? He had his reputation to think of.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here? You two creeps get out before I stomp to you into tiny pieces." Alex roared at the two men, noting that they had looks of both defiance and trepidation on their faces. He lunged at them, not noticing in his rage that he had dropped the bar of soap on the floor of the shower. He stepped on the soap, and suddenly the hunky Alex Rodrigues felt his feet flying out from underneath him. "GGGAAAHHHH" he screamed as he went down with a crash.

"Ohhhhh, my head. Oh shit, what happened." Alex moaned in pain as he opened his eyes. It felt as if someone had whacked him on the head with a baseball bat. The room spun, and he closed his eyes. He leant back, and his head bumped against a cold, hard surface. OUCH! He tried to touch his sore head, but he found that he couldn’t move his arms. For some reason his hands were above his head. His eyes flew open again, and this time he didn’t feel so dizzy. He looked around him, and remembered what had happened. The two creeps from the gym were leaning against the walls, smiling at him. Alex looked up, and saw that his hands were tied together over his head, the end of the rope attached to a metal hook in the wall. The damn punks had broken into his apartment; no doubt driven wild by their lust for his hunky muscled jock body, and had tied him up. What were they going to do to him now? Were they going to use his studly body to satisfy their perverted desires? Alex decided to play it cool. He would persuade these two to untie him, and he would even give them the thrill of their pitiful lives by letting them indulge in a little muscle worship.

"Hey, guys, I’m flattered that you want to….." Alex stopped in bewilderment. The two punks were roaring with laughter; they were laughing so hard tears were running down their faces. What was so funny? Oh shit, maybe these guys were high on some kind of XXXX. He hoped that they wouldn’t do anything really stupid, but who could tell with XXXXgies?

"Steve" one of the guys XXXXd out " I think that this muscle bound idiot thinks that we’re here because we want to….." He started laughing again. His friend was looking at Alex with a broad grin on his face. "Aww, does the big guy think that we want a taste of his body? Ha, what an egotistical jerk. Buddy, we wouldn’t touch you with a 10-foot pole. Sure, you’ve got a nice body, but everyone knows that you haven’t got a brain in your head, and that you’re so in love with yourself that you haven’t even noticed that we all have been laughing at you as you strut through the showers. No, lunkhead, we’re not here for a piece of your ass, we’re here to teach you a lesson in humility.

Alex’s jaw dropped. What the hell were these guys talking about it? It wasn’t true! He knew that everyone admired him, wanted to be just like him. These two were just so eaten up by envy it had twisted their fucking little minds. They were going to teach him a lesson in humility? Ha! Once he had finished with them, they would never dare to show their faces in the gym again.

"You, you….you lying little bastards. Why, I’ll…" "Shut him up, Kev. I don’t want to have to listen to this blockhead mouth off. We get enough of that at the gym. "MMMPHHNNOO!" Alex screamed as Kev shoved a bandanna into his mouth, and tied it into place. He started kicking out in a rage. He was going to rip these two limb from limb. He could pound the two of them into a pulp without any trouble at all. What the fuck. Steve was sitting on his legs, his surprisingly strong thighs pinning Alex’s big muscular legs together. Alex could only squirm futilely as Steve wrapped rope around and around his ankles, tying his feet securely together.

Alex howled in impotent fury as the two men stood over him, laughing their heads off. "Kev, what do you think? Is this another Kodak moment? Should this scene be preserved for posterity?" "Oh, definitely Steve, we wouldn’t want Alex here to forget this precious moment. Plus, we want to share this with all of our friends, don’t we?"

"MMMNOOO! MMGWHATUMMGUYSMMDOING? MMNOOO!"

Alex tried to plead with them as Steve whipped out a digital camera and began taking pictures of Alex. God, they wouldn’t dare pass these pictures around would they? At least he had a towel covering his private parts. Alex howled and struggled as they took shot after shot, but to no avail. All of the ropes held tight.

"Well, I think we’ve had our fun, Alex. It’s a been a blast. We really look forward seeing you the next time you show up at the gym, If you ever show up there again. It should be…interesting. Bye bye, Naricssus."

Huh? Why did Steve mean by Narcissus? And of course he would show up at the gym, and pound these two into the ground. But they couldn’t be serious about leaving him all tied up and gagged like this. "MMMMNOOOGUYSSSCOMMMEMMMBACCCK."

Alex heard the outer door slam shut. Those little bastards! Leaving him here like this. It was time for him to put his famous muscles to work. Alex began straining and twisting. It should be a piece of cake for a mighty muscle stud like himself to get loose from ropes tied by wimps like Steve and Kev.

An hour later, Alex was still sitting on the bathroom floor, whimpering in frustration. His hands were getting numb, and he didn’t seem to be any closer to freedom. Plus, as the pain in his receded, he became aware of discomfort in another part of his body. There was a nasty, tingling sensation in his groin. Great, just the time to get crotch rot. OK, he was going to make one more effort, and then…HURRAH! The rope around the metal hook gave way. It only took Alex another half-hour to get his hands free. He pulled down the gag, and spat on the floor. Oh, that felt a lot better. He flexed his hands, trying to get the blood flowing, before he tackled the ropes around his ankles. Ah, freedom. Alex stood up, the towel falling to the floor. NOOOOOOOOOOO! He stared down in XXXX. What happened to the lush bush of hair down there? Nothing remained, a single hair, and his balls were as bald as eggs. It was only then that he saw the bottle of Nair, lying in the sink. His heart sank as he recalled Steve’s words ‘another Kodak moment." They must have taken pictures of him when he was XXXX – pictures of his denuded manhood. How could he show up at the gym looking like this?

THE END

 

Alex played by Neal

Photography by Sammy

 

Date of Production: 02/16/2007

Rent Reduction by Kurt

28 photos; 2:47 video

"Wake up, deadbeat!"

Greg was roused out his XXXX by a rough male voice booming into his ears. Opening his eyes, he groggily recognized his landlord, Mr. Rudowski, towering over him.

"What the...what do you want?" Greg muttered.

"You're late with the rent again...three weeks late! I'm sick of your freeloading. I'm here to teach you a lesson."

Still half aXXXX, Greg was shocked to feel the burly landlord grab his wrists and wrap a long strand of white rope around them. Within 20 seconds, his hands were bound together in front of him.

"HEY! You can't do this...it's illegal!!" Greg protested, as he saw his landlord pick up a roll of wide purple duct tape.

"Shut up! So is not paying your rent on time. Go along or I'll toss you onto the street."

"What do you mean, 'go along'?" Greg asked as Rudowski taped his legs together.

"You'll see," the burly landlord sneered, as he popped a ball gag into Greg's mouth and pulled the straps tightly behind his head.

"Grrummmppphh!" Greg protested as the ball plugged his mouth. The next thing he knew he was slung over the burly landlord's shoulder and carried down to the basement. Greg squirmed as much as he was able, bound as he was, but Rudowski kept one hand planted firmly on his ass and being carried like a sack of potatoes didn't allow for much successful struggling.

Greg moaned as Rudowski stood him up in the center of the basement, and tossed a length of rope over the overhead pipe. Before he knew it, Greg's bound wrists were fastened to the dangling rope, which was pulled taut and tied off by Rudowski.

The landlord looked over his tenant, an evil glint in his eyes.

"So, you want to make a deal on the rent, or what? Not that you have much of a choice."

Deal?? What the hell? Greg was broke, and he knew it would take him months to catch up on the back rent, but this wasn't what he'd had in mind.

"Gmmmpphh?" Greg grunted, as his landord reached for the buttons of his jeans.

"I've had my eye on you ever since you moved in," Rudowski purred, his voice taking on a gentler, almost seductive tone.

Greg's eyes widened as the landlord's ham-sized hand slid into his jeans and grasped his member, which had grown hard ever since he had been unexpectedly overpowered, bound and gagged.

"Now, if you let me have some fun, I'll XXXX off a month's rent," Rudowski whispered into Greg's ear.

Greg sighed, and slowly shook his head up and down. There were worse ways to earn rent money, he figured.

 

Model: Danny

Photographer: Caitiff

 

Date of Production 03/22/2009

Snapped by JMZ

31 photos; 5:07 video

I stood and watched him from a distance. I had been doing this for a while. As creepy as it sounds I had my reasons. I had dated my fair share of bad boys in my life but he was different. He was smart and clean cut. He was the exact opposite of the kind of guy I normally dated, and he was refreshing.

I met Jason in Physc class, my freshman year of college. He swept me off my feet and we dated for a year. He treated me like a princess and I ate it up. He came from money, and being a small town girl everything was a new experience for me. The fancy dinners and presents made me feel like the only girl in the world. He talked about spending the rest of his life with me. I day dreamed about spending my life with him, I was such a stupid girl.

He sent me the break up text on a Sunday. I sat in my dorm room stunned and embarrassed. It came out of nowhere. We had no problems I knew of, but I soon found out from the girls on my floor that the problem was he couldn’t keep it in his pants. Each girl had a different story about Jason. Apparently I was not the only idiot who fell for his charm. After a few weeks of crying and grieving, i decided to move on, move on to our wedding that is.

I resigned myself to the fact that Jason was meant to be with me no matter what he said. He talked about forever and that’s what was he was going to give me. I decided he just needed to see me again and talk to me to realize his mistake. He needed to see the wedding dress I had recently purchased to see that I was the one. I waited for the right time to surprise him with the wedding I had already planned, unfortunately I would not be able to invite any guests just in case it was too overwhelming for him. I realize it sounded like I fell off the deep end but I believed it to be passion not insanity.

I stalked him for a few days then made my move. I approached him after watching him out at a bar all night. He was so XXXX so I offered to drive him home. He was a little taken aback but in his XXXX state he made no arguments. I started the car just as he XXXX. I drove him to the honeymoon suite I had reserved outside of town. It was time to start our new life together.

I helped into our room and decided to let him XXXX while I got things ready. I tied his hands behind his back tightly; I didn’t want him to get to frisky before we were actually married. At this point I realized he did not have time to write his vows so to save him embarrassment I wrapped tape around his mouth to gag him, this way he wouldn’t feel obligated to speak; I had enough words for the both of us.

He slowly awoke to find me standing there in my wedding dress. His eyes widened with joy. He tried to speak and struggled to get his hands free, I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me. I lit the candles as he got to his feet and headed for the door. I stopped him and decided he just had cold feet. I tied his ankle and thigh together to keep him still. I wrapped duct tape around his mouth to ensure silence during the ceremony, he always liked to talk a bit much so I was sure he appreciated the gesture of me gagging him tightly, I didn’t want him to embarrass himself.

Finally I wrapped tape around his eyes while I got the rest of the room ready for our wedding. I wanted him to be surprised. He trashed on the bed and screamed through the tape. He was so excited. I watched my future husband as he tried to get loose. He looked so handsome in his vest and tight khakis. I would have preferred a tux, but I didn’t want to be a nagging bride to be.

He continued to thrash and moan on the bed. I watched as sweat trickled down his forehead. The silver duct tape glistened in the light, I was so happy I picked silver as one of my colors, he looked good in it. He moaned with excitement and decided I couldn’t make him wait any longer. I began the ceremony, he screamed and moaned. We were going to live happily ever after, as long as I kept a nice stock of rope and duct tape that is. I love him so much.

The End

 

Date of Production: 08/16/2009

Jason played by Rawy

 

Photography by Caitiff

Homeward Bound by Kurt

26 photos

Todd's head hurt, but that was the least of his problems. As his eyes slowly focused, the first thing he saw was a dank stone wall, and turning his head, a wooden staircase. He slowly realized that he was in the basement of his frat house. Some of the guys stored their bikes and extra stuff down there, even though it was kind of creepy, and once a year the frat held their initiation ceremonies there. Still dazed, Todd's mind spun back a year to his own initiation, and he saw himself lying on the floor, bound and gagged in a jockstrap, alongside 8 other helpless pledges. They had been teased and tormented, blindfolded, painted on, had their cocks and balls exposed and manhandled and the final humiliation was each pledge having to kiss his sponsor's manhood and swear allegiance to the frat. Todd had thought that was real gay at the time, but all in all, he hadn't minded. And being trussed and gagged, he really had had no choice. The scene of his initiation flashed through Todd's head in a second, and he was back in the present. Still a little foggy, he attempted to stand up, and to his amazement found that he was once again tied up. Looking down, he saw his leather jacket and jeans wrapped tightly in silver duct tape. How the hell had this happened. Squinting his eyes, he tried to concentrate. He remembered leaving the Student Union and heading for the parking lot. It was Thanksgiving break, and he was heading home for the family feast.

A sudden, throbbing pain at the back of his head quickly reminded him...as he had reached his car, he had been jumped, and a hand had come over his mouth. That's all he could remember....he must have been slugged by someone.

"Hey! Somebody!! Let me outta here!!" Todd called, turning his head towards the staircase. "C'mon, somebody cut me loose!!"

There was no response, and Todd realized that everyone must be gone home for the holiday. Starting to panic, he began wrenching against the thick duct tape bonds. He couldn't believe how tightly the tape held. There was no give at all. Twisting his wrists only twisted and tightened the tape wrapped around them.

"Dammit!! Lemme outta here!" Todd bellowed. He heard the wooden door at the top of the staircase creak open. He saw a pair of legs clad in black jeans descending, then a black long-sleeved T, then a head in a black ski mask. The visitor held an orange bandanna in his hand.

Without a word, he approached the chair where Todd sat and wrenched the cloth into his mouth, pulling the ends tightly and knotting them behind his head.

"Shut the fuck up, dickwad," the stranger growled as he gagged poor Todd.

MMPPHHHFFF!!" grunted Todd, as the cloth filled his mouth.

The stranger turned and went back up the staircase. Desperate to escape, Todd realized he had not been bound to the chair, so he slowly got up on his feet and took a few tentative hops. It was very difficult keeping his balance with his ankles and knees bound, but he was determined to get up the staircase. Leaning his right shoulder against the wall for support, he managed to hop up onto the first step. Sighing, he counted...there were eleven more. And if he wasn't careful, he could tip over and break his neck. Gathering his strength, and leaning on the wall, he attempted to hop up onto the second step. Before he could even manage that, the door swung open and the hooded stranger came barreling down on him.

He shoved Todd, who tumbled down onto the hard cellar floor with a grunt.

"Gotta make this difficult, eh?" he growled and Todd's eyes widened as he saw the stranger held the roll of silver duct tape with which he was bound. Kneeling next to Todd, he stripped off a long piece, and centered it over Todd's gagged mouth.

"Hope this doesn't hurt your piercing", he said sarcastically, as he pressed the tape firmly over Todd's gag and continued pulling the strip off the roll. Todd felt his legs folded up and the long strip of tape was wound around his ankles a few times, then pulled up his other side and plastered down over his mouth again. Todd groaned in pain as he felt the effect of the hogtie/gag combo. Any movement of his legs only pressed the tape gag against his pierced lip even harder and the only relief he had was to lie as still as possible.

Any attempt at speech was reduced to muffled moans by the tight double gag.

""OK, pal, thanks for the car keys. We'll be leaving now. Nice ride, by the way. Tell your Pop we said Thanks!"

Todd moaned in frustration and anger.

"Hope you make it home for Turkey Day, kid. You should be able to get yourself out of that tape in 3 or 4 hours. I hear Greyhound has some good fares! Later, dude!"

Todd failed to see the humor in the fact that we was trussed up tighter than any Thanksgiving turkey. He began to struggle, and knew it would be a long time before he was homeward bound.

The End

 

Todd played by Nick

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 09/26/2007

The Good Neighbour by Fidelis

24 photos

I adjusted my binoculars to make sure I was getting a perfect view – not that I really needed confirmation of what I had long suspected. But it was much better to be safe than to be sorry. I had to be 100 per cent positive before I acted. However… I had caught the bastard in the act! There he was, letting his Great Dane deposit yet another tremendous load of shit on my front lawn. He was casual about it – thinking that no one would be up at this time of night to observe his crime! Well, he had thought wrong. It was time to set my plan into motion. I was going to teach that smug bastard that crime doesn’t pay.

I paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the rug as I waited for my guest to arrive. I had everything I needed ready for him – rope, a couple of rags and an enormous bag of dog turds that I had been keeping in my freezer. It had taken me weeks to set this up, and I had been collecting evidence ever since I had assured myself as to the culprit. I had taken some pictures, but the dog doodoo was exhibit number one. The evidence was thawing out; I had been XXXX to spray copious amounts of air freshener in order to conceal the smell, but it wasn’t completely effective. I would be glad to get rid of it. I heard the doorbell ring. Pasting a totally false welcoming smile on my face, I greeted my guest.

"Hey, dude. Nice of you to ask me over for a brewski. Gee, it looks like I’m the first one here. Hope that I’m not early."

"No, no" I said through gritted teeth. "You’re not early. Here, let me take your jacket."

He shrugged off his leather jacket and I made my move. Instead of taking the jacket, I hooked one foot around his ankle and he went flying. The house shook as his muscular body slammed into the floor. I was on him in a flash, as he lay there, momentarily stunned. Before he had time to gather his wits, I grabbed his hands and dragged his arms behind his back. I snatched up a length of rope that I had left lying on the hall table, and started wrapping it around his wrists. I wasn’t taking any chances with him, so I used lots of rope. He was starting to struggle by the time I had finished binding his wrists– I felt like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go, you fucking pervert!"

I grabbed a hank of his dark hair, and pulled his head back.

"Open wide, asshole!"

"What are…MMMPHHHHHH!"

I shoved a wadded-up rag into his mouth, making sure that it was pushed deep into his throat. I didn’t want his cries to alarm our neighbours, the very people that he had been expecting to meet. I take a second strip of cloth, and tied it tightly over his mouth. He wasn’t going to be spitting out the stuffing anytime soon. I rose to my feet, puffing somewhat winded from my exertions. I pulled on his hair, dragging him to his knees.

"GGWHATMMFUCKMMJUMTHINKMMDOING? GLETMMEGOMNOW!"

"You’re not going anywhere, dickhead. I’m going to teach you that you must respect other peoples’ property and rights! You are going to learn to be a good neighbour."

"MMWHATMMTALKINGMBOUT? LEMMMEEGOOOO!"

He tried to stagger to his feet, evidently attempting to escape. I wasn’t having any of that. One good shove and he was flat on his butt. It took me only a moment to tie his feet together. I laughed as he tried to kick out at me. He was helpless, and completely at my mercy.

"I’ll show you what I’m talking about, asshole. Don’t you move, or you’ll be sorry."

I trotted off to gather up the evidence, which I had stashed in the laundry room. Gad, but it stank. Thank God I had doublebagged it – otherwise I would have left a trail of dog shit through the house. As I returned to the living room, I could hear him grunting and puffing through his gag. I paused in the doorway to watch him. He was squirming around on the floor, struggling against the ropes, attempting to free himself. I tsked in disapproval. I had warned him about the consequences if he moved. Apparently my new neighbour wasn’t too bright. It might take a LONG time to teach him how to be a good neighbour.

"GGWHATMMDOING? GGNNOOOO! MMPLEASEMMMNOOOO!"

I stood up, somewhat disheveled, and surveyed my guest. It had been rather amusing wrestling with him on the floor, as he attempted to evade me and my rope. He certainly was well-built! I had to adjust my trousers as I looked down on him, hog-tied and defenseless. Hmm, this lesson in neighbourliness was taking on an entirely new dimension.

"You want to know what is going on? THIS is what is going on! "

I thrust the huge bag of stinking dog XXXX into his face. He recoiled in XXXX. I had to admit that I was feeling a trifle queasy myself. I had been perhaps a little overzealous in collecting evidence; I hadn’t realized that I had accumulated quite so much excrement. Scooping up one pile of crap at a time had been bad enough – having this large bag of thawing, stinking turds was almost unbearable.

"I’ve been watching you for weeks, letting that stupid dog of yours shit all over my lawn. You didn’t really think that you would get away with it, did you? I should make you eat it all!"

"MMMNNOOO! GGMURMMCRAZY!!! GGMTHEMMFUCKMAWAYFROMME!"

He went berserk, rolling around on the floor, screaming into his gag, desperately trying to free himself. I smirked as I watched him. Of course I wouldn’t make him eat the dog shit – that would have been horribly messy, as well as unsanitary and unhealthy. I was far too fastidious for that kind of thing. However, I thought that it had been an excellent threat. It seemed to have scared him. I found myself becoming quite excited as he thrashed about. He really did have quite a buff body – obviously he spent lots of time at the gym. I tried to readjust my trousers again, but for some reason they refused to be adjusted. It was much easier to take them off and throw them to one side. Ooops, something had popped out of the fly of my boxers.

My hapless neighbour caught sight of what was jutting out of my underwear, and he began struggling anew.

"OK, asshole. Here’s the bargain. I won’t make you eat this load of dog crap. I’ll give you something else to eat instead. I’ll let you prove to me what a good neighbour you are going to be in the future."

The End

 

The Bad Neighbour played by Antonio

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Producion: 10/10/2005

Big Rig by Caitiff

23 photos; 4:35 video

Lester was late for his next stop. He should never have stayed so long as Big Bertha’s House of Boobies. But he had a handful of dollar bills and they had a buffet. And boobies.

Well if he speed along, he should be able to make up for lost time. He just had to watch out for cops and..

DAMN! there was a car broken down in the middle of the road. Normally Lester would have just passed them by but he had no choice but to stop. Why hadn't these idiots pushed the car to the side of highway? Damn inconsiderate.

Lester stopped his truck and got out, the motor still running. He ran up to the driver, a hot chick in daisy dukes that barely covered her ass.

Well, maybe I’m not that much in a hurry.

“Can I ..uhh help you miss?” Lester said.

“You sure can!” a male voice said from behind Lester. Lester turned around to see a concealed item aimed at his head.

Damn.

.....

“Mmmmmmpphh!” Lester did not like being tied up and he certainly did not like the tape around his head, gagging him.

The hijackers had taken Lester and his truck to a deserted were house where they had bound and gagged the trucker.

Apparently the plan was to go to Lester’s next stop and pick up the merchandise. Worse it was going to be the hot chick who was going to be the driver. Which meant..

“My friend will keeping you company, sugar”

“mmmmm!?”

Lester did not like the look the male partner was giving him.

Damn, Lester was going to be really late.

The End

 

Lester played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:08/03/2013

Ginger Beer by Jase 1010

27 photos; 5:03 video

"Dude, dude, dude...shut up. Wait! Wait! You know i love you right? Right?"

Ginger (his real name was Harry but we called him Ginger due to his hair) and I had just got back to his hotel room after dinner. And by dinner, I mean "many, many, MANY beers." I hadn't seen him in awhile, and he was in town to attend my wedding. He wasn't my best man, but close to it. We had been inseparable in college, and he had actually introduced me to my fiancee Kelly. They had been in the same Sociology course, become friends, but she had rejected his come-ons so he had good-naturedly introduced her to me at a party.

Except, that it turns out he wasn't so good-natured because when our XXXX got to the tearful confession part of the evening, he told me he had hit on her numerous times AFTER her and I had become a couple. Which meant our entire senior year in college, Ginger had been trying to get with my girl. I was reminded why Kelly was such a great girl. My asshole friend had hit on her constantly behind my back, and she didn't say a word about it because she knew how close Ginger and I were. I was also reminded what a scumbag Ginger could be. Despite it having been years ago and having just found out about it, I was gonna go for the payback.

"No, no, it's fine, dude. I understand. Hey, Kelly's hot and you were horny. I get it. Totally."

I helped Ginger to the bed. He collapses facedown, already storing. Looking at his jeans-covered butt, I had the perfect plan. Oh, we'd stay friends. Despite being a horndog, he had been there for me time and time again. But bringing him down a notch or two was going to be fun. Maybe not so much for the maid.

I looked around the room. There we go. Red sashcord from the hotel room's curtains. The soft black tie from Ginger's cheesy bathrobe. And the dingy rope he used to secure his duffel bag because he was too cheap to buy a new one. And top it off, the sweaty bandana I had in my back pocket from mopping my brow. I was working as a landscaper to raise extra bucks for my wedding.

Ginger didn't stir. Not a peep. Not even as I quickly employed all my former Boy Scout knot-tying skills to tie his wrists behind his back with the bathrobe tie. Not even when I knotted his ankles together with the sashcord. And not even when I tied my sweaty bandana in his big yap. It was kinda fun using all the found items I could to tie his lying butt up. Like a bondage scavenger hunt! Truth be told, Kelly and I had partaken in some kinky fun before so this kinda thing wasn't new to me.

I think it was the cool air hitting his jockstrapped ass that finally made him stir. I hadn't left yet, mainly cuz' I wanted to make sure he wasn't nauseous. Gags are funny, but not if there's a choking issue.

"Mmppgghrrr??!" Ginger said. Watching him come to the slow realization that he was completely helpless was hilarious. He tried his wrists. Nope. His ankles nope. I even watched him try to push his gag out with his tongue. No dice, asshole. He finally saw me standing in the corner, hands in my pockets, grinning broadly at him. That's when he freaked!

"MMMPPGGHHRRHR! MMEEE MMMEE MMMMMOOUUFFFH MMMIIISS!" I think he was telling me to untie him. Man, when he realized I had pantsed him and his bare buns were wiggling in his helpless frustration, it made him jerk and writhe some more. He bounced on that bed like he was on a trampoline! His face began to turn red from his struggles.

I slapped his ass and he "MMPPHED" in surprise. I wanted to ask a couple of questions before I left him to his fate.

"You ok?"

"MMPPHH!"

"I'm serious. You in pain?"

He was silent for a second, then shook his gagged head.

"Nauseous? Feel like throwing up?"

He considered, then shook his head again."

"Do you know why you're tied up?"

He just looked at me. I took out his gag with some effort. I had knotted it pretty tightly in his lying mouth.

"Phew! Dude, let me outta this!"

"Answer the question, Ginger."

"Cuz' I hit on Kelly a bunch of times?"

"Yep." I went to put the gag back in.

"Wait! You can't just leave me like this! My ass is hanging out and I can't get untied! COME ON-MMPPGGH!!"

Re-gagging him was a joy. I made sure all his bonds were tight and his bare ass was facing the door to the room so the maid would have full view of Ginger's bare buttcheeks when she came in. I wanted him to experience the maximum humiliation.

"I'm not. Check out time is in six hours. You'll get free. And if you don't, Housekeeping is going to LOVE the tip I left them! See you at the altar, dipshit!"

As I exited, I imagined I could hear Ginger mmmphing that he shouldn't have had so much beer.

The End.

 

Ginger played by Floyd Fitz

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:05/21/2012