Snatched By I loverope

23 photos; 4:03 video

Ronny woke up in his bed with a loud groan, hung over out of his mind. He remembered little from the previous night only that a friend had obviously driven him home. He got out of bed only wearing his boxers and wife beater. He then put on some black Nike elite socks and shorts and headed down stairs. He looked at the clock which read that it was already 6:00pm. “What!? I XXXX through the whole day! Dang, I must of been messed up last night!” he thought to himself.

He headed into the kitchen and came across a note left by his roommate. It read:

I was called into work, Kenny and Snatch’in Sam escaped from their cells this morning and the chief has the whole unit searching the town for them, be back late.

-Ned “Again!? Ned just said he caught them two weeks ago!” said Ronny aloud. But with his thoughts elsewhere Ronny did not notice that the very same convicts were entering his house. Kenny snuck up behind the unsuspecting, hung-over Ronny with dastardly intent.

“Waz goin on!?” yelled Kenny. But before Ronny could react fast enough a hand clamped his mouth from behind while one of his arms was grabbed and twisted behind his back. “Hey, hey, hey, shhhhhhhhh! Wait….you must be that cops roomie, well we had our sights on him but you’ll do just fine” snickered Kenny.

“MMMMPPPFFFF!” muffled Ronny as he squirmed furiously. “ Hey we need to keep this guy quiet Kenny got any ideas?” exclaimed Sam. “Hey use the trainer tape bandage on the counter over there, and hurry this guy is squirmy!” commanded Kenny. It was now that Ronny regretted not putting away the trainer tape bandage used to treat Ned’s rolled ankle the other day.

Kenny then threw Ronny to the ground and pinned him down. Ronny immediately tried screaming for help. “HEEELLLLLPPPPP!”

“Shut up!” yelled Sam as he took off his own sock while shoving it in Ronny’s mouth. “You need to know when to shut your mouth man!”

Once Ronny was muffled again Kenny proceeded with the tying him up. He pulled Ronny’s arms behind his back and continuously wrapped the bandage around his wrists. Then he did the same for Ronny’s ankles and torso.

“MMMMMPPPFFFF!” screamed Ronny as his captor worked on his binds. “ Kenny this guys still pretty noisy, give me that tape!” exclaimed Sam. He wrapped the trainer tape around Ronny’s mouth in hopes to muffle his cries even more.

“MMMMMPPFFFFF!” Ronny still relentlessly tired to yell through his gag but the criminals just laughed at his struggling. Kenny and Sam picked up the bound and gagged man by his arms and legs and took him into the living room. They tossed him on the floor and he began to struggle once again until Sammy shoved him against the couch holding him by his shirt.

“Your friend said he’ll be home tonight right? Well I think we can stick around and wait for him, I mean we did come all this way didn’t we!?” snickered Sam. “MMMMPPPPFFFF!” Chad moaned with anger and desperateness.

“You can just chill out in here for now ok buddy?” said Sam. Kenny and Sam soon left the room with their victim sweating from fear and anxiety Ronny tried escaping from his binds. He twisted and turned on the floor trying to loosen the tape trying to scream through his tightly wrapped gag. But try as he may he could not get loose. He could only hope that Ned would not be overpowered when he got home. Now all he could do was wait.

Ronny played by:Vincent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/01/2013

Cub

28 photos; 5:11 video

Model: Wolf

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/19/2011

Singlet

27 photos; 4:35 video

Model: Matt

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/20/2010

Welch

21 photos; 6:25 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 11/29/2015

Down and Out

21 photos; 5:34 video

Model: Lex
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/22/2015

Skinny Boi

24 photos; 5:11 video

Jeff played by Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/08/2014

Conscientious Burglar by JMZ

32 photos; 4:50 video

I entered through an open window and made my way through each room. I had been

casing the joint for a few days now, and knew that the guy that lived there would be out

of town. I just needed to e careful that no one in the neighborhood saw me. I decided to

make my move during the day, because it seemed less obvious.

I rifled through all the drawers I could find. This guy had some great loot. I began filling

my with anything I could find that was worth something. I didn’t mean to be doing this; I

wasn’t a bad person, but after losing my job my options had run low. I never intended to

have to sink this low, but I had no other choice.

I made my way through the house with precision, making sure not to leave any room

untouched; I slowly crept up the stairs when I heard a faint familiar sound. It was the

sound a person snoring. I thought he was gone for a few days. I panicked and decided

to run, but decided to finish what I started. I covered my face with a bandana and pulled

stuffed the flashlight in my jacket pocket to make it seem I was armed.

I quietly walked into the bedroom to find him lying there. He was sprawled out on the

bed half naked and snoring like a bull. I shook his foot, and woke up startled. He stared

at me with XXXX in his eyes. It took a moment to grasp what was happening. “Who the

hell are you?” “Listen buddy just do what I say and all this will be over soon. “Look man

take what you want just don’t hurt me.” “That the plan my friend.”

I threw a roll of tape at him and told him to rip a strip off. He complied and I yelled at him

to seal his mouth shut. I then tied his hands tightly behind his back. He grunted as I

secured the knots. He struggled a bit, but it was no use. I laid him on his stomach and

secured his ankles. He smelled of XXXX and fear. He tried to speak to me through the

tape but it was no use. I watched as he watched my every move, he rolled onto his side

and grunted loudly, I continued my hunt.

I went in to check on my bound and gagged friend to find him on his feet. He stared at

me with big eyes and I pushed him down onto the bed. I gathered rope around his

ankles and wrists and tied him securely in a hogtie. He pulled and yanked at his binds

hopelessly trying to break free. He began an eager attempt to get loose, anger filled his

eyes. He wiggled his toes and pulled and feet. He fought hard but it was no use.

I made my way thought he house and finished my job. I began to feel guilty about the

whole thing and decided I couldn’t go through with it. I left my bag of goodies in the

living room and went back upstairs. I brought an edge with me. He stared at me with fear.

“I’m sorry buddy; I’m leaving this here on the night stand for you to get to.” He stared at

me perplexed and I walked out of the room to angered muffled cries. I think maybe its

time to think of looking for a new job.

The End

Model played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/18/2009

Frat Brother's Revenge by Sammy

30 photos; 3:34 video

Aaron was all set for his big match against the Chicken Hawks. However he was not going to make it. He had made the mistake of upsetting one of his frat brothers, and now it was time for revenge. Aaron never heard his brother come up behind him. He had just started to get his shoes on when a meaty hand clamped an odd smelling rag over his nose and mouth; after that every thing kinda went fuzzy and black.

When Aaron came to he was restrained by tight ropes that bound his arms to his torso and his ankles to each other. He pulled and stretched but the cruel ropes held fast. Suddenly he realized he was not alone. He looked up and saw his friend Todd towering over him.

"Alright, look if this is about the time you were XXXX; when I put my dick in your mouth and took a picture of it then posted it on the internet, you got me. Okay we're even. You can untie me now.

His frat brother mumbled something about revenge and lunged at him. Aaron tried futilely to get out of the way but he could not move. The ropes stopped him from avoiding the larger frat's attack. Surprisingly he did not feel the punch he was expecting instead his friend calmly told him to shut up and shoved a strip of cloth between his teeth.

"Mmmph. Mmmphego. MMMpppHHH!!!

"I said shut up." Then Todd wrapped a sticky piece of duct tape around and around Aaron's head. "Now, I am going to leave you for the other brothers to find and I guess you will be missing your big match to. Sorry.

After that Todd himself to another eye full of his handy work and left.

Aaron stared stupidly after his retreating frat brothers back. As Todd disappeared Aaron became more and more enraged. He pulled and twisted against the ropes and screamed into the gag. MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!!! Mmpphh memphgomph!? He screamed into the gag until his face turned red and then kept yelling till it turned some very interesting shades of blue. MMPPHH!! Mmph!

Aaron flexed and pushed and rolled all over the floor desperately trying to get free. Each time he jerked agaisnt the cruel ropes the pulled and cut viciously into his tender skin. But it was all to no avail. He just could not get loose. In desperation he rolled over onto his stomach and stared at the clock he had been struggling for a very long time it was getting late and the match was over any minute his brothers would come storming in and then he would really be done for.

Then as if the thought had summoned them he heard a car pull into the driveway and then shortly after that a key turning in the lock. This was going to be a long and painful night.

Fin

Aaron played by Gurth

Photography by Caitiff

Rope work by John

Date of Production: 01/13/2006

The Slacker by Ivor Cicicone

26 photos; 3:53 video

19 year old Steve had been home alone all day. His folks had gone to stay with relatives in the next state. That morning Steve had XXXXily waved them goodbye without noticing the car parked across the street or the two guys inside it rather ominously watching his parents leave.

By early evening Steve had still not got properly dressed, he sat with just his combat pants on, watching TV. Taking advantage of his parents' absence, all he'd done all day was chill in front of the TV, half dressed!

Suddenly he heard the back door come crashing down. Jumping out of his chair, "What the fuck?" was all he could say before two guys dressed in black with stockings over their heads came rushing into his living room, one of them pointing a concealed item at him.

The guy without a concealed item pushed Steve back down on his chair. "Sit down, shut up & you won't get hurt!", he said aggressively. He put a hand in the big black leather hold-all he was carrying and pulled out a big roll of silver duct and a bundle of white rope.

"What you doing?", came out of Steve's' mouth rather quietly, he was sat pretty stiff, frightened. "Making sure you don't go crying for help, boy!", the guy said and tore off a piece of the duct big enough to cover Steve's mouth. "No, please, I won't say anythimmmmpppfff!".

"Haaahahaha, that's for sure!", the guy cruelly responded and sealed the tape tight across Steve's' mouth with his gloved fingers.

"Ok, tie him up!", said the guy with the concealed item, motioning it towards the pile of white rope on the floor. His partner quickly bound the kids wrists tightly together behind his back. Then he wound the rope around Steve's' upper arms & chest, rendering his upper body totally immobilized. All the dude could do was "mmmmppppffff" into the tape and stare in amazement at the situation he suddenly found himself in. But the masked intruder didn't stop there, he got another pile of rope out of his bag and promptly started binding Steve's ankles & legs together securely, "You ain't going' anywhere, boy!" he said laughing.

The guys tore into Steve's' place, turning it over, bagging valuables, while all he could do was look on, squirming. He watched as the guys moved upstairs and saw his opportunity, unguarded, to try escaping. Leaning forward in his seat, Steve twisted his wrists round in the ropes, tried grabbing hold of a knot to untie, but it was useless, the ropes were too tight, too expertly tied, inescapable.

He managed to get up on his feet, his legs were tightly bound together, steps were impossible, he was going to have to jump out of there. Hopeless. Steve just couldn't keep his balance and was soon on his knees. Frustrated, he looks up to God, as if for inspiration. Whether from God or his own instincts, "get outta here!" was his next thought! So on his knees the kid started shifting towards the back door, but once again he lost his balance and hit the deck!

All of a sudden the guys in black started pounding down the stairs. They looked to the chair but Steve was gone! Their heads spun round and they saw the trussed teen just shy of the back door, lying, squirming on the floor. "And where do you think you're going' young man?", said the guy with the concealed item and pointed it in the kids' tape-gagged face, Stevie's' eyes wide with fear.

"Now we're gonna have to make sure you don't try that again", said the guy with the bag and pulled another pile of white rope out of it.

"MMMMMPPPPPFFFFFF!", Steve moaned into the tape. Soon more rope was binding his bound wrists to the rope tied around his ankles, putting him in a hog tie.

The guys laughed, big smiles on their faces, as they watched him squirm & struggle, mmmmppppffffing loud into the tape, rolling around on the floor.

They picked him up and moved him away from the back door, into the living room and sat him on the floor up against the sofa. "Don't forget the TV", said the guy with the XXXX and his mate picked it up and put it in his big sack. Steve yelled hard against the duct tape across his mouth.

"Cheers dude", the robbers said, laughing as they left with anything of any value, INCLUDING HIS TV! "Have a nice night now won't you!"

"MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!", Steve exclaimed.

The End

Model: Eddie

Photographer: Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2007

Doing DJ

26 photos

Model: DJ

Special Appearance by Sammy

Photography by Sammy

Date of Production: 11/08/2006

Hunter Hunted

32 photos

The Hunter played by Slade

The Hunted played by Craig

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:04/18/2011

Waiting Room by Zac

29 photos; 4:23 video

Brock was meeting a dude after class to discuss the homework. They were given a special assignment about body language and how it affects 90% of all human communication. Instantly you can see how someone is coming across just by observing their body. Are they interested? Unsure? XXXX and demanding? The purpose of the project was to see if one can understand the body by it's movements instead of spoken words. Brock's buddy Kyle had a perfect plan on how to master the objective, and he asked Brock to come by to "work on each other" as they said.

Kyle lead Brock down to the basement and he quickly followed without thinking of why they were headed down there. It was dark and creepy, and neither of them could see very well? "Hey dude, what's up - is there a light down here?" Brock hesitated. "over here I got it, dude stand there for a moment." Kyle asked. "Brock stood there while Kyle glanced at him as both were not sure what to do next. "so Kyle, how should be present this, we have to study each other's bodies?"

"Exactly Brock now stand still and give me your hands!"

"What why??" Kyle quickly grabbed Brock's hands and firmly wrapped thick white rope around them. "Hey, what are you doing?" Brock pulled at the bindings back and forth. "Stop it Brock, I'm tying you up simple as that! You see to best study our body language, we first need to shut up... MMMPPPHH!!!" Brock's mouth was suddenly stuffed with a thick sock and then his mouth was taped up over it to effectively mmph him up quiet while he continued trussing Brock's hulky muscled body in tight white hemp rope.

"mmmmppphhhhhmmm!!" Brock was confused and unsure of what to do. "That's it Brock, I can't hear you talk and am watching you squirm all helpless. What are you thinking now? Are you scared? Pissed?? Maybe a little of both? Likely! I can see you now without one word said. Bondage is the perfect medium to express body language hehehe!"

Brock was getting hot and sweaty. His whole upper body was now encircled in thick tight rope hugging his firm pecs from above and below his breasts and around his beefy biceps pulling them behind him. His wrists were locked into place by many coils of rope. He was screwed!! Now this maniac crazy dude can do whatever he desired to him as he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. "There Brock, you be a good jock and wait right here while I watch you struggle. Don't worry, I won't cut you up and make chop suey outta you! hehehehe" Kyle said with an evil grin.

"MMMPPPHH!! Mmmmppphhhhhmmm!" Brock shrieked with seeing now his knees and legs were professionally hemped up too! He hopped up and jumped around trying anything to get away and fell over on a table, nearly breaking it! "Mmmphhhh! mmmppphhhhmmphh!!" His chest was sore and hard from his fall and watched in XXXX while Kyle quickly grabbed him and trussed him up into a hogtie! Now for sure he was chop suey! Eeeeeekk!! His mind was racing trying to see what his evil friend will do next? Brock's body was now so pumped with adrenaline and warm blood that even a vampire would feast on his tightly bound fresh body that was getting harder to maneuver with every passing second!

"OK bro, I'll leave you alone to think about this and will check on you in the morning. XXXX tight! Don't let the spiders bite!" The SPIDERS!? Crap, Brock was EEKIED OUT by those! I hope I survive the night let alone tomorrow? Brock's mind was now on autopilot with his tightly lashed up body sitting like a perfectly packaged brick on this hard ass table! If only I get out you're sure gonna get it! He thought. Kyle was filming and taking notes on his every struggle and mmph. He was like Frankenstein over there studying his prize specimen thinking best if how to carry out his EEKY plans for him? Kyle patted Brock's hard bound chest and squeezed his warm duct taped face and said goodnights. "it's gonna be a long wait for you! I'll come prep you up more tomorrow and see how you react to my treatment mahahahaha!! We're sooo getting an A!!!"

"MMMPPPHH!!!" Now tightly lashed up and stuffed, Brock had nothing to do but wait for his fate? Surely he was kidding on all that nonsense just to get him scared for the project. Then again, this is getting all too real!! The lights went out and now he's all alone helpless... with the SPIDERS!! "MMMMPPPHH!!!!"

Brock played by: Tristan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/25/2012

WHO DO THE VOODOO? by SoftTouch

24 photos; 3:02 video

   Logan the rental agent entered the old property on Lake Street expecting this to be another good day. The building was ready for occupancy yet, but Logan always liked to get a good look at the property before he brought any clients around. So Logan was still kind of digesting his first cup of coffee while he walked through the silent hallways.

All of a sudden Logan was surprised to see someone else in the hallway. It was kind of a strange looking guy who had a big ugly stick in his hand. “Who are you?”

“Who do the voodoo?” the strange man chattered and waved his ugly stick in the air. “I do the voodoo.” The strange man pointed his ugly stick at Logan and—

The next thing Logan knew he was sitting on a bed in some bedroom with no clear knowledge of how he came to be here. And then Logan discovered that his hands were tightly tied behind his back. “Hey! What the hell is going on here?” Logan cried out, but all of his words were muffled and garbled by a thick band of cloth that was tied between his teeth.

Logan closed his eyes and then opened them again slowly, hoping that maybe this was all a dream. But when Logan opened his eyes again, he was still all alone in the bedroom and he began to panic. He had to get out of here! But when he tried to stand up he discovered that both of his feet were tied close together. He couldn't run anywhere that way.

And then something else began to bother Logan. It was really quiet in this room; spooky quiet like maybe there wasn't anyone outside the room, or maybe there wasn't even any building outside this room. Maybe he was now trapped in some kind of crazy limbo! That was really scary and Logan knew that he had to get out of here somehow. So then he began rolling around on the bed, straining his arms against the tight rope, and tonguing the thick roll of cloth inside his mouth, but there was no getting away.

And then the door opened.

Logan looked up from the bed and watched with disbelieving eyes while that same strange man danced into the room, waving is ugly stick in the air. “Don't think you're going nowhere,” the strange man laughed at Logan. No, no, you're going to be here until I tell you to go.”

Logan didn't like the sound of that and he began shaking his head from side to side and made slobbering sounds into his gag, but the strange man just laughed in his strange way and then hopped up to sit down next to Logan on the bed. “Hey Man, don't you know who I be? I am the Voodoo Man.”

Logan almost laughed. There was no such thing as voodoo.

Suddenly the Voodoo Man stopped smiling and he shoved the head of his ugly stick up under Logan’s chin. “You think I'm fooling with you? You don't fool with the voodoo! With the voodoo I can make your head shrink oh so small. Or sometimes the voodoo can make those other parts of you grow so big. You want to see?”

Logan backed away as far as he could from that ugly stick and choked and gagged on the soggy cloth that was stuffing up his mouth. The Voodoo Man had crazy eyes and a crooked smile and now Logan was beginning to believe he just might be magical.

“Turn over there, I don't want to see your sunny side no more,” the Voodoo Man commanded with a wave of his ugly stick.

Logan’s bound body began turning over all by itself without even asking Logan if that was okay. And then Logan felt the Voodoo Man moving closer to him so that he could corral Logan’s socked feet into his strange hands.

“Hey man, you got the tickles?” the Voodoo Man chuckled.

Logan squeaked loudly into his gag and twisted his head violently from side to side while he begged mentally “No please, don't tickle me!”

Then poor Logan kept his face buried in the blankets and tried to stop his body from trembling while he felt the Voodoo Man pulled up his bound feet and wrapping them up in more tight rope. And he only whimpered a little when the Voodoo Man then pulled his arms back and used more rope to bind Logan’s wrists to his bound ankles so that the whole weight of his legs was pulling back on his arms.

That really hurt so Logan began to moan and beg into his gag, but the Voodoo Man ignored the pain Logan was in as he moved closer to his new friend and began to lightly stroke his trussed body.

“Now, now, this is no time for the sadness. We are going to be taking you to a happy place.”

Logan gasped sadly into his gag. He didn't want to be taken anywhere.

“My island is very peaceful,” the Voodoo Man reassured Logan. “Soon you will be a different man there. Now you should XXXX.”

The Voodoo Man began to lightly stroke his ugly stick over Logan’s hair and Logan’s eyelids began to get heavier and heavier, and soon Logan’s former life was slipping away into the darkness.

THE END.

Logan played by Rod

Voodoo Man played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/31/2006

Stays Tied Up In Vegas by Caitiff

20 photos; 5:05 video

Cont'd from "What Happens in Vegas..."

“Mmmppphh!” Ian was not happy. He was supposed to be getting laid. That’s what guys did while on conventions in Vegas. Instead he was hog tied and gagged in his under wear.

Worse the only action he was getting was accidentally rubbing against the other guy on the bed. A guy also hog tied and gagged in his underwear. And that other guy looked like he had a hard on.

John was hardly having a time of his life either. He was so sure he was going to get lucky. the Girl had been so hot. He had taken that viagra. But instead she had her real boyfriend tie him up and make him lie on the bed next to this other half naked dude. John could feel the viagra beginning to work.

The door opened and as before the woman who had seduced both Ian and John walked in with another mark.

As before, the poor schmuck had no chance. he was held at XXXX point while XXXX to strip down to his whitey tighties. His hands were bound behind his back and to his feet.

John was shoved to the middle of the bed so that he almost lay on top of Ian.

“Mmmm!” Ian protested through his gag as he felt John’s schlong rub against his.

The other man was laid on top of the bed.

“”Boys, this is Stan.” the female thief said as her boyfriend gagged Stan with tape. “ He’s a bit XXXX but I’m sure he’’ll be lots of fun.”

Mmm! Mmmpphhammmm!” the three men moaned through their gags as they writhed and wiggled on top of each other. The friction was getting to all of them and each man’s shorts were getting tight. Ian’s face was beet red and John had never been so embarrassed. Stan was still too XXXX to quite get what was going on.

The two thieves collected the clothes and valuables of their victims and stuff them in a bag. That included Ian’s wedding ring.

“Ok well it’s been fun and sorry it couldn't’ have been longer. But hey, I did say you would get a three way tonight!”

The End

Ian played by Hank

John played by JMZ

Stan played by Cliff

model played by Slade

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/27/2012

WTF? By Jase1010

27 photos

Who the fuck actually grabs a guy outside of the movies and TV? Jack thought wildly as he struggled against the cording binding him to the bed.

He knew Aaron from his dorm. But that's about it. They might have exchanged a couple of hellos in the hallway. Maybe they had a class together? So when Jack came to, Aaron was the last person he imagined would be standing above him grinning.

He must have followed him from school. All the way back, a two hour drive, to his parents' house. They were away for the weekend and Jack was looking after the dog. He had come back from the corner store with some snacks for the evening, when a pair of surprisingly strong arms had pinned him and cover his face with a cloth. And he was out like a light.

The dude had tied him to his parents' bed. He was spread-eagle, lashed by the wrists and ankles. And tied really well. The grin on Aaron's face was chilling. Jack began to buck against his bonds, bounding his body on the mattress and unleashing a torrent of angry obscenities.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Untie me! Let me outta this, you fucking freak! This is illegal! I'm calling the cops, you sick fuck!"

Aaron stopped smiling. He reached down onto the floor. And came up with a roll of silvery duct tape to mmph him up.

"No. No. Don't do that!" Jack ordered and then pleaded when Aaron began ripping some swatches off.

Aaron approached him, and Jack immediately began trying to tear his way out of the ropes keeping him helpless and turning his head away. No luck. Psychos were apparently very strong. Aaron grabbed Jack's baby cheeks and sealed his lips shut with the tape.

"MMpphhhH! Mmmfeff memmeee mmmaa mmuck mmmmmmooooddda mmmmisss!" Jack bellowed from behind his tape gag.

Aaron's smile came back.

"You're so pretty when you're helpless. I've been watching you for months, Jack. You are so fucking beautiful. I just had to have you."

Jack stopped struggling, listening to his captor's twisted tale of love from afar.

"I know that this is a longshot. That I can convince you to love me like I love you. We have the whole weekend, I read your parents' note. I'm going to keep you tied up so we can get to know each other without any distractions. But I gotta keep you gagged if you're going to yell. I won't hurt you. I won't even touch you. Yet."

Yet, Jack though? None of the knots would even loosen. He was tied and splayed like a lab animal. The sticky tape stifled anything verbal. He was stuck. And in Aaron's thrall. Jack noticed Aaron eyeing his bluejeaned bulge and prayed that maybe the dog would free him. Right?

Then his worst fears played out when Aaron began to feel him up...

"mmmMMPPHUmPh!? MMmMpph!!"

What are you going to do to me?

The End?

Jack played by Zac

Photography by Rawy

Date of Production: 11/26/2012

What Happens in Vegas... by Caitiff

22 photos

Ian was having the time of his life at the convention in Vegas. There was gambling and XXXX and more gambling.

And he was determined ot get laid. Ian had already slipped off his wedding ring. A stud like him, the ladies were sure to flock to him.

Unfortunately so far the flocking had been a bit slow. Ian had tried his best pick up lines with no success. One had even thrown her drink in his face.

“Hey cutey. What’s going on?” A sultry voice said as Ian was making to leave and try his luck elsewhere.

“Well hello, gorgeous!”, Ian replied.

“I couldn't’ help but notice you across and the room so let me get to the point. I’m looking for a guy who can keep me satisfied tonight. Is that you?”

Damn that was to the point! It didn't’ take long before Ian found himself being led up to the woman’s hotel room. Ian barely saw what room it was, so intently was he staring at the women’s ass.

Ian followed the woman into her room. Ian went immediately to kiss her (He really had to get her name before the night was over, Ian thought) but she stopped him.

“Why don’t you get a bit more comfortable first?”, the women suggested.

Ian wasted no time in stripping down to his underwear. Ian’s dick was a huge bulge against the tight fabric of his jockey’s.

“How this, baby?” Ian asked, wanting her to admire his huge boner before he took it all the way out.

“That’s just fine, sweet cakes!” A man holding said behind Ian! Ian turned around to same the man holding a concealed item on him.

“My friend wants to join in. Hope you don't’ mind.” the women said as he took out some rope. “Oh I thought we’d try a little bondage.”

.....

Moments later Ian was lying on the bed, his hands tied behind his back and to his feet. Ian struggled against the hog tie.

“Mmmmm!”, Ian mumbled angrily through the tape over his mouth. But all of this threats were made faint and unintelligible by the gag.

“Oh don’t worry.”. the man said as he rifled through Ian’s wallet and clothes. “She’ll be back soon. We’re far from done.”

Ian didn't’ know what to make of that until the women came back into the room, leading another man in a business suit.

“Mmmmm!” Ian tried to warn the other man but it was too late. The door shut and the woman’s partner had his concealed item out.

“What’s going here?” the second man demanded.

“What’s going on ... “ the woman said as she took out more rope, “..Is your’re going to take off your clothes while my friend ties you up and gags you next to that other guy over there.”

And that’s exactly what happened. the second man was stripped to his underwear, tied up in a hog tie and his mouth gagged with tape.

The Woman looked over at her captives as they struggled and moaned in outrage.

“Too easy.” She said.

To Be continued.

Ian played by Hank

The Second Victim played by JMZ

The Male Robber played by Slade

Photography by Caitiff

Clean Sweep

20 photos; 5:10 video

Victim: Marshall
Bad Guy: Dante

Date of Production: 12/17/2015

Hog Tied Red head

23 photos; 4:18 video

Model: Patrick
Photographry by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/19/2015

That's What Friends Are For By JMZ

23 photos; 3:13 video

            I was aware of the irony. The entire weekend was my idea to begin with. I thought it could be a chance to reconnect to my old college buddies and shoot the breeze. I had not always made time for them and thought maybe a weekend of paintball games and camping would help us come together. We reminisced about our college days while getting XXXX and making up stories about our sexual conquests. It had been years since we had all been together like this, it felt like old times.
 
            Five years had past since we graduated and the conversation quickly turned to our wives and mortgage payments. I told the guys about Laura and how we were doing great together. “Do you two ever talk to Mark anymore”, Jerry said. “No after the whole mess he pretty much went M.I.A.” “I hear he pretty much lost it after everything.” “Laura and I have talked about it, we never meant for it to go down the way it did”, I explained. In our senior year in college Mark was a good friend of ours. He was part of our close knit group of buddies and we were all exited for him when he met the girl of his dreams. Unfortunately the girl of his dreams turned out to be the girl of my dreams as well. We spent months avoiding the attraction we held for one another, then one night after a party we gave in. Mark never forgave us and we ended up getting m arried. This reminder of him along with the Jack Daniels had made me upset and I hit the hay.

            The next morning we dressed in our gear and planned out the game. After all the rules we announced we got our paint XXXXs ready and headed in different directions. I hiked up a ridge and hid behind a tree, I loved this game. As I waited and plotted I heard a crackle behind me. I quickly turned and shot my XXXX. The yellow paint splattered all over his sweatshirt. “ I guess the mail man lost my invitation”, he said. It was Mark. “Mark what are you doing here, how have you been? Let me get the guys together, we are in the middle of a paintball war”, I explained. “Jacob there’s no need to get the guys together I came here to see you. I called Jerry’s wife and she told me where you guys were.” “Cool man I think we should talk and bury the hatchet”, I said. “No Jacob the time to talk has passed. I have been going over it in my head for yea rs and there’s only one way”, he said. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I want you to feel just as helpless and pained as I did when stole Laura from me.” “Look Mark that’s what we need to talk about, it was a long time ago and….” He pulled out a XXXX and held to me. “No more words”, he yelled. He was crazy. What was he going to do with me? I could not believe after all these years he was still this upset.

            He led me to an old abandoned house deep in the woods. He made me remove my boots so that the walk would not be an easy one over the rocks and branches. Once there I began to plot. If I could struggle with him I could get away. “Don’t be stupid Jacob; I know what you’re thinking. I have a XXXX think about it.” Mark this is stupid let’s talk about this”, I begged. “Shut up no more talk.” I was quickly blindfolded. Was he going to kill me? I was terrified.

            I felt him tug at my wrists which tightly tied together. Well at least this was a good sign if he was going to get rid of me right away he wouldn’t be tying me up. He knotted the rope securely and knotted it hard. I tugged at them hoping he had left a loose knot or slack to free myself. I yanked and pulled at the rope with no relief. I could not see a thing under my tight blindfold. There I stood blind and trussed up like a pig not knowing what was in store for me. I began to reason with Mark hoping to come up with some sort of solution. “Mark dude come on you don’t have to do this, that was a long time ago and I’ve beat myself up all the time for the way it went down with Laura.” “We never meant to MMMMMPPPPHHHH. NOOPPPHHHMMM”, I screamed as he taped my mouth shut.
 
            He wrapped the tape securely around my head sealing my lips. The smell of the adhesive gagged me. I still tried to talk in vain hoping he would hear my pleas. I was suddenly pushed to the floor and my ankles were tied. I fought against him, I had nothing to lose at this point. I kicked and screamed through my gag but he got control of my ankles and tied them tight. My socks were wet from sweat and my feet ached from the shoeless walk. “Now I need to figure out what to do next”, he said as he left the room. “MMMPPPHHH, MMMMMPPPPPHHH”, I screamed. It’s funny how your sense of hearing is heightened when you can’t see or speak. I listened intently to his footsteps above. As soon as they faded I began my fight.

            I rolled around struggling to break free. I screamed in vain hoping one of the guys was passing by. I needed to get out. I couldn’t believe I let him tie me up without a fight; he did have a gone after all. I pulled at the ropes hoping to loosen their grip on me. The tape that covered my mouth pulled at my stubble. I tried every conceivable way to break loose, and then I heard him return. As he walked down the stairs I heard other footsteps behind him. Oh no he must have caught a couple of the guys; they had nothing to do with this. “MMMPPPPPHHHH”, I screamed.
 
            My blindfold was removed only to discover all my buddies and Mark laughing at me. They had planned the whole thing. I was furious at first, but after being untied I got a chuckle out of it myself. After a few beers and a long talk Mark and I buried the hatchet. The guys had planned this to help mend fences and scare the living shit out of me. It was like old times again.

Model Behavior by Kurt

28 photos; 3:03 video

"Well, tied up, of course," McHandy replied jovially. "These leather restraints will hold your hands behind your back. The strain on your arms will highlight those nice pecs and abs of yours. It won't hurt, I promise."
"Well, OK," the model replied innocently.
"Great! Now put your hands behind your back."
Glen obeyed, and soon felt the thick leather bands being strapped around his wrists. He heard the click of metal as they were securely buckled, and felt the pull of his muscles through his arms and biceps and right across his chest, just as the Professor had said.

"Oh yes, very nice," said McHandy as he began some quick sketches. "Oh, I've forgotten one thing!"
Glen lost sight of the artist as he stepped behind him. He could hardly
react as a black blur passed his eyes, and a long, black, penis-shaped
object was pushed firmly against his lips.
"Wait...what...?? Gugggh...MMPPHH!!" Glen sputtered as the leather gag was shoved between his parted lips. He felt a strap being buckled behind his head, and his speech was reduced to muffled gibberish.
"There!" the Professor exclaimed. "In ancient times, captive prisoners were usually also gagged so they could not call down curses on their captors."

This was one bit of art history Glen could have done without. He mumbled his protest at being gagged, but the Professor took no notice as he became absorbed in his sketching. After a few moments, McHandy came forward and gave Glen a soft shove, which resulted in his losing his balance and tumbling onto the bed. Before he knew it, his ankles were tied together with another leather strap. The Professor stayed seated next to him on the bed. 
"Now, Glen, you did know that Michelangelo was gay, didn't you?" he purred, stroking the model's hefty cock and balls.
"MMMMPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

Glen played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff

Chem Final by SoftTouch

24 photos; 3:05 video

            “Look at the clock, Roberts,” Crazy Foley leered at me.
            It was two minutes to nine.  My Chem. Final was at nine o’clock!
            “Saw a little note on your professor’s door, Roberts.”  Foley was really enjoying this.  “He’s been called away for some kind of family problem so there won't be any make-up exam.  If you don’t take your final today, you fail!”  Foley laughed and laughed.
            I began wiggling against the tight ropes and making all kinds of pleading noises behind my taped-over lips.   I had to take that exam.  I couldn't fail!
            “You got me benched,” Foley reminded me.  “And now I've benched you!”
            Then Crazy Foley sauntered out of room whistling a happy tune.
            Panic seized my brain and vibrated my body and gave me strength that I didn't know that I had as I wiggled and wormed and squirmed and struggled as hard as I could, but those cruel ropes just wouldn't let me go.  And I cried and I screamed and hummed until I almost hit high C, but with all of that tape over my mouth, nobody could hear me.
            Then I gasped for breath through my nose and let my body sag down onto my twisted blanket and sheets.  There just didn't seem to be any way out of this.  I'd been bad and now I was had, and now all my foolish brain could think of was how summer school would be.

Roberts played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/16/2005

Locks of Hair by Kirkone

27 photos; 3:20 video

            “What are you going to do to me,” Arturo asked, his voice trembling.  The two who had broken into his home had just finished binding his wrists behind his back.  “You made it too tight.  It hurts my arms.  Could you loosen it just a bit?”  His abductors were being annoyed by his girly boy whimpering.  One took out some bandanna rags and went to gag him.  “No,” Arturo screamed, and turned on his belly trying to kick off his assailants.  “If only I could move my arms!” he thought.  Arturo was built, powerful and strong, but was helpless with his hands bound as one grabbed his legs, the other a lock of his hair, pulling his head back, and quickly applying a gag between his teeth. 
 
            “Fuckin bitch likes to fight.  Well boy you will have something to fight about soon!”
 
            One of them stroked his hair, pulling it away from the gag behind his neck, and letting it flow down toward his shoulders, moving it from dangling in front of his eyes. 
 
            “Steve is our friend.  He is devastated that you broke up with him, and for some slut whore no less! You two were lovers for years.  If that what you do to him?”
 
            Arturo shook his head, but a sharp slap to his face made him gasp.  He was pushed face down on the bed.  He turned his head the best he could to watch them bind his ankles tightly together with rope.
 
            “And we are here to punish you!”
 
            “Punish?” Arturo thought.  A wave of fear settled deep into his gut as they finished tying his ankles.  “Are you going to torture me?” he mumbled through his gag, the sweat beginning to ooze from his pores.  He closed his eyes.  They were hogtying him.

             “Please don’t XXXX me!”  “Nobody is going to XXXX you asshole!”
 
            “Please don’t cut me up!”  “Nobody is going to cut you up sucker!”
 
            “Please don’t kill me!”  “Nobody is going to kill you shithead.”
 
Arturo did the best he could to form words begging for mercy through his gag.  He made one final try.
 
            “What the fuck are you going to do to me?”

            “It’s your hair asshole, your lovely long flowing hair.”  Again the stroked the hair on his head as it fell across his face.  “Steve wants it.  All of it as a memento of friendship.”
 
            Arturo began to buck in his binding as his captors laughed and enjoyed the show.  “Go ahead shithead.  Struggle.  Fight the rope.  Exhaust yourself.  Get the fight out of you.”  The watched as Arturo gave it his best shot, until he stopped in exhaustion.
 
            Arturo was defeated.  It took a few minutes using two pairs of scissors to cut the locks from their victim’s head.  They put them in a plastic bag. 
 
            “Something to think about boy the next time you screw a friend.”
 
            They left Arturo, now bald, covered with sweat, burking in his ropes.  

Bad Day at the Office pt 3

27 photos; 7:22 video

The Intern played by Garrett
The Boss played by Cliff
The Janitor played by Donovan

Date of Production: 11/07/2015

Varsity Bound

39 photos; 3:17 video

The Quarterback played by Taylor

The Wrestler played by Rawy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/27/2009