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

Welcome By Gilroy

24 photos

He won' t look at me at first. Not directly. Not at first. I know what must be going through his mind right now: the disbelief, the anger at getting caught, the confusion at why I haven't simply called the police yet. I love this part, where they are still in denial, where they think they can get away, where the worst they have to worry about is show soon they can get bailed out of jail.

I almost don't have the heart to shatter his illusions. The way he shattered my window when he thought I had gone out. All the expensive stuff of mine he thought he was going to get away with. Doesn't he know thou shalt not steal? Didn't he see me watching him as he was casing my place?

Well, he didn't see me when he slid through the window, not until I had him in a head lock. For a little guy, he was pretty strong. Not strong enough to get free but still wiry. Not that it mattered. They teach you how to handle people in the Marines. Though the knots I learned from the Navy guys.

I hustle him inside and have him in a neat little bundle in no time. Wiry and strong don't matter if your ass is tied up. Strangely he never makes a sound but I gag him with layers of duct tape around his head anyway. He doesn't need to speak for what I need him for. And I like gags.

"Go on.' I tell him, "Try to get loose." he doesn't believe me at first. "You ain't going to escape tied up and gagged like you are. I won't stop you if you get out in the next fifteen minutes. So go ahead."

Figuring that he probably has nothing to lose, he does try to get loose. He tries to act like he's not struggling at all, at first. Moving his wrists back and forth behind his back just a little to test the ropes. He ain't fooling me. I can see his shoulders moving ever so slightly. But I don't do anything to stop him, just like I said I wouldn't. But soon he is going full steam, trying to get loose. He's twisting his arms around to see the knots, and flexing his muscles and grunting up a storm. God, how I love the grunting through a gag. You can take away a person's freedom of movement but it's not until you take away their freedom of speech that they are really helpless.

"Mmmmffph!" He moans in a demanding tone. I can't be sure what exactly he's demanding but I don't really care. His frustration and anger is almost ... cute.

He's on the floor now, still twisting and rolling away, putting on such a good show. I hate to interrupt it but I do anyway. Just so I can secure his hands a little more around his waist with a little more rope. He doesn't like it. But his fifteen minutes was up twenty minutes ago. Fair is fair, after all.

He continues twisting and struggling against the ropes, still deluded enough to think he's going to get untied all by himself. But the fantasy isn't holding up too well. I'm beginning to see worry in his eyes, fear. He's realizing that he isn't going to get free. That he's bound and gagged in some madman's house, and no one knows where he is or can help him.

Good. It only took about an hour for this to begin the first part of his "training".

"Giving up yet? Might as well. Those knots aren't going to come loose. So now I'm going to let you rest. Then you and I are going to play some more and you had better make me really happy. Because guess what? Even I let you go right now, what are you going to do? Go to the police and complain some guy tied you up while you were robbing his house? And that's assuming I let you go."

I can see the reality sinking in his eyes as I hog tie him. I then leave my room and go make myself a little snack. I'm sure by the time I'm done, my little thief will see things my way.

My friends always tell me I need to move out of my neighborhood with all it's crime. I just keep telling them that the crime isn't a problem as long as you know how to handle people. You just have to make them feel...welcome.

The End

The Thief Played by Mark

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/03/2002

Feeling Athletic

24 photos; 5:23 video

Model: Lex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2015

Super Freak by JMZ

27 photos; 2:26 video

I saw him standing there at the bar, still sporting his full gear. I was lucky they even let me into this bar, I could barley afford the cover but I was so upset I needed a little pick me up. There he stood the big star who stole my dream. He stole the dream of a lot of people. The jerk had just won the NFC playoffs and took out my team. I couldn’t believe it, he was all hair and no substance but now he was going to the Super Bowl. How barley knew how to throw a ball, and he still made it. I was tired of seeing him on television, he was an endorsement darling, and made millions off of it. This joke of a quarterback couldn’t hold a candle to the greats but he made it to the big show.

I watched as he flirted with every girl in the bar, still wearing his uniform and playing up to his own hype. My team was better and deserved the chance he would just turn into another endorsement deal. He was cocky and arrogant, and couldn’t stand him. Even his own team mates talked trash about him. After a few XXXX I finally built up the courage to approach him. He asked if I wanted an autograph, and I laughed. He seemed a little confused but I finally humored him. We talked a bit and I bought him several drinks and XXXX hoping to get inside this douches head.

Around two in the morning the bar was closing and he invited me back to his place to continue the party. He couldn’t get enough of himself and I played into him each step of the way. His place was decorated with what I expected, pictures of him everywhere. We drank and I decided to play into him. We drank until the early morning until he finally XXXX. In my XXXX state I decided to get revenge for me and every fan who hated him. I wrapped rope around his torso and wrists, tying him up tight. He woke up half dazed and screamed at me to let him go. I slapped gorilla tape over his mouth to keep him quiet. He grunted in anger and gave me an angry glare. I was having the time of my life.

I secured him to his exercise equipment and stared at him .I began to explain to him in my XXXX state was a crappy player he was, and how he didn’t deserve this chance. He grunted and fought against his binds. I sucked down another beer and was hit with an epiphany. I struggled to get onto his stomach and pulled down his pants. He screamed through his taped mouth. I drew on his sweaty ass and watched as he struggled angrily to get loose.

I called a cab and made my way back home. In the morning woke more hung over than I had ever been. I realized what I had done and there was only one thing to do. I called the local news and the cops. It was all over the news for weeks. The superstar quarterback was into bondage. The story would not let up, and the days leading up to the Super Bowl were eclipsed with photos of him bound and gagged. He played the game and lost gloriously. After the season he retired leaving a legacy he would never live down; not as a great quarterback, but the kinky celerity that had a fetish for ropes and gags. It was the better than any game I had ever seen.

The End

Barley played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/16/2009

Having Fun With Coach by Justin

30 photos; 3:04 video

 My Name is Troy, I justed turned 18 last week. I am about to graduate this year and I tell you this so you'll know what I have done to my Coach was not my fault. I have been provoked since I was a freshmen. Yes, I am a "Chick Magnet" 6ft 3inches, 210 lbs. of rock hard muscle, dark blonde wavy hair, green eyes, perfect teeth and a square jaw. 13 inch shoe. Also, have a 10 inche Dick which never hurts when trying to score a "piece of trim" or, eat out that "vertical smile". I love Pussy and Pussy loves me. So, what is this Hot Coach doing "bound and gagged" in my small rent house? I'll tell ya.

For four year's Mike the Football Coach has never left me alone. He constantly stared at me and every chance he could, placed his hands on my body alledgely showing me "New Football Moves" I never said a fucking word. I was at this College on a Football Scolarship and didn't want to mess it up. I knew that Mike could bounce me from the team at his whim and give some fucking bullshit story why he did it. Everytime I took a shower, there was Mike, staring, rubbing his Cock through his nylon shorts. I pretended not to notice. He even bent down, got wet, to hand me the soap I had dropped. The other guys on the team, I knew let him blow them. They would go into his office and leave 15 minute later smirking saying they were just "Trade". It was payback time. I was going to work Mike the Coach over now that my days at the University were at last coming to an end.

I invited him over for a drink. He was surprised as I had never done that before. "Gee Troy thanks, five o'clock OK" he said. "Five in smooth Coach, see ya then" I answered. I made a stiff Burbon and Coke and place a "roofy" in the glass. For good measure I placed a second one in the drink. At Five on the button the bell rand. "Hey, come on in, welcome" I chimesd. He smiled. "Here's ta drink. Coach" I had one also. "Let's sit on the bed, it's more confy" He grinned. This way when the Fucker XXXX I would not have to far to drag him, I thought. He downed he drink in one gulp, I excused my self and made him another, when I returned he was "out like a lite"

I pushed him on the bed and began stripping him down. His tweed sport coat, then his blue button down shirt, school silk tie. Off, thrown into the corner. I undid his belt and unzipped his grey trouser's. Grabbing the cuffs pulling them off his muscular legs, his bass weegun penny loafer's came off with them. I then pulled off his black thin cotton over the calf socks. I stepped back and starred at the Coach now only clad in a "Wife Beater" undershirt, and his white Jockstrap. I went for my rope which I had hidden under the bed.

First I duck taped his mouth shut and tied his hand with rope behind him, his legs were spead eagle on my bed. Rope again just about his elbow. Extra tight, I wanted him to feel the rope when he woke up. I took special care binding his ankles together. Touching his large Coach feet sent to thrill to my groin area. I felt my own Dick start to harden though my Levi's 501's. My Dick was getting hard as I played with his feet. I could feel precum fall into my own Jockstrap. I kicked off my loafers, pulled off my black Polo Shirt. Pulled down and off my Levi's. I stood over my Coach clad only in my Jock and extra thick white wool knee socks pushed down to my upper ankles. Precum dripping through my Jock.

I took my Dick out and Pissed on his feet. The Coach woke up his eyes at half-mast. He sits up. "MMMMPPPPPPFFFF" I hear throgh the tape. I just laff. "Isn't this what you always wanted Coach? " I laughed. "All your dreams are about to CUM true". I added. I pushed him back on the bad and tuned him onto his stomach. I take some lube I use when I screw Pussy and shove it up Coach's Arse. I squirms and moans. I start finger fucking him getting his Cunt Hole ready for my Dick. I now place a second finger, then a third, faster my hand goes in and out. I smack his arse hard. His Moans are loud. PLZZZZZNOOOOOOOMMFF" hahaha I find this very funny. I turn him onto his side and go around and reinsert my fingers , now four fingers up to my knuckles. His legs kick out wildly.. I stop and get another piece of rope and Hogtie the Bastard. His knee's are bent and then high in the air. I climb onto the bed, place a condon on my ten incher, grab his calfs and now enter his man hole. I have never fucked a man before and even with a condom on, his Cunthole is tighter then any Pussy I have been in. He still has some piss dripping from his feet and that drives me into a fucking frenzy. I shoot my load into my Coaches butt. "Is not that want you wanted Coach for the last four years?" I ask softly into his ear. He nods ,"yes". I take his 7 inch dick a proceed to "toss him off" I am a gentlemen and that's want a gent would do. He shoots five feet into the air, spurt after spurt, pushing at the ropes that bind him. then finally, breathing through his nose calms down. "I'm keeping you here all weekend Coach. You will be fed and I will untie your ankles so you can use the toilet. Your hands remain bound. Understand" His head nods in agreement. I pick up the cell phone hit a number and said. Five Large Pizza's, everthing on them and 12 larger cokes. You see, I have invited the rest of the Football Team over to have the Coach for Dessert.

The End.

Coach Mike played by Todd

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:01/26/2006

Tad Gets Lucky by Caitiff

28 photos; 4:29 video

Everything was ready for Tad’s big date. The place was clean, his obnoxious room mates gone for the week end and a hot girl was coming over.

Tad was getting laid tonight. He could feel it.

There was a XXXX on the door. Tad’s date was early.

But it wasn't’ Tad’s date. it was two burly men who pushed their way past the front door.

“Hey! What are you doi..mmmppphhh!”, Tad was cut off by a meaty hand over his mouth.

“Here, this will keep him quiet!”, one of the men said as he pulled off a strip of duct tape. It was soon plastered over Tad’s lips, sealing his mouth shut.

“Mmmmm!”, Tad saw rope in the hands of his attackers and knew what was coming next.

Tad began to fight back but it was already too late. His hands were soon tightly bound behind his back. The men then sat Tad’s ass down on the bench in the hallway.

While one man took more rope and secured Tad’s legs at the knees and ankle’s, the other searched the house.

“No one else here” the second man said as he partner finished binding their hostage.

“This one ain't’ going no where.” the men laughed at Tad’s helplessness. Bound and gagged a she was, Tad could only glare at his captors.

The men left Tad alone to go after their real objective, robbing the house. Tad could hear them rummaging through the silver ware drawers.

Desperately Tad squirmed in his bondage, hoping to find some slack. He found none. He was tied up nice and tight.

However Tad still had a chance. If he could get to the door, maybe he could get someone ot see him. The robbers were still busy looting. It was now or never.

Carefully Tad stood dup, barely maintaining balance on his tied feet. He began to jump over to the door. He was almost there...

..And suddenly was grabbed by one of the robbers.

“Thought we weren’t watching?”, the robber sneered as he held Tad’s bound body. “You’re a pretty boy. Maybe I should teach you a lesson!”

Tad didn’t like how the man’s hands explored Tad’s bound body. Tad gave a grunt was his ass cheeks were squeezed hard.

“Hey” the partner said, “We don't’ have time for that. Tie his ass up better and help me with this flat screen!”

Tad was XXXX over to the banister of the stairs and tied to the post.

The robbers soon finished their burglary. Tad was blindfolded, making him more helpless. He could hear the door shut so was pretty sure he was now alone but could not be sure.

Tad had no idea how long he stayed tied up like that. But eventually he heard a XXXX at the door!

“Mmmm! Mmmmmmmmppphhhhmmmmaammmm!”, Tad yelled as loud as he could. But whomever was at the door didn't hear him through the gag. After r a few minutes the XXXXing stopped. To his XXXX Tad realised it must have been his date. And now she would think he had stood her up. Just as bad, his room mates would be gone for days.

Tad’s week end would now consist of being bound and gagged to his stairs.

He didn’t feel very lucky at all.

The End

Tad played by: Marco

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/01/2011

The Rich Kid by Caitiff

27 photos; 4:19 video

Jeff was always going on about how his folks were loaded. And they were. They paid for everything: his school , his rent , and his Mustang.

But Jeff wanted more. The only time he seemed to even talk to his folks was to ask for more money. It must have eventually pissed them off because one day he fumed at us that his parents had cut him off. Well, not really cut him off so much as they would ONLY pay for the stuff they were already paying.

That the rest of us in the house found Jeff a spoiled little snot goes without saying. But he must not have caught on to how we felt because he confided to us a plan to get a lot of money. After seeing an episode of Hawaii Five O, Jeff got the “brilliant idea of arranging his own takening. We would all get a share of course. With Jeff that was a four way split.

However, money of not, there are some things you just don’t do. Freaking your loving parents so you could con them out of money seemed to be on that list. Me and the other two room mates agreed. We also agreed Jeff needed to be taught a lesson.

“Oh ok Jeff. We’ll do this.” I said to him, But we gotta make it look real or your folks won’t buy it.”

Jeff agreed, having no idea what we planned to do to him. The poor sap.

“Ok we will need a video to show your parents you have been taken...”

“Oh don’t worry, I can act scared.”, Jeff interjected.

“No, we need it to be more realistic. Tie him up” I told Todd and Jerry, our other room mates. On cue, they tightly bound Jeff’s hands behind his back. Jeff was so shocked he didn’t even put up a fight.

“Uhhh, I am not sure I need to be ..,Mmmm!” Jeff’s words were cut off as Jerry began wrapping tape over his mouth. The look in Jeff’s eyes as the tape tightened over his mouth was priceless. He was right, he could look scared when he had too.

“H e still looks too comfortable. I know. Lets tear off his clothes!” I suggested.

“Mmmmpphh!?”

Jerry and Todd tore off Jeff’s expensive clothes until he was down to his underwear. We could have kept going until Jeff was naked but we decided we wouldn’t abuse Jeff too much. Maybe later. For now Jeff looked pretty good in his wife beater and green shorts.

We took Jeff down to the basement and sat his ass down on a table. We then tied his legs while Jerry got out his cam corder.

“Ok on the count of five, struggle.” Jerry said as if he was directing a movie.

Jerry did struggle and he moaned. He almost looked kind of hot. If only I could have forgotten what a spoiled sleaze he was.

“I think he has too much freedom still.” I said and hog tied Jeff’s cute ass.

“Maybe we could cut off a finger?”, Todd suggested in a serious tone. Jerry flipped out his butterfly edge.

“Mmmpphhaaammmmm!”, Jeff let out a panicked moan.

“Oh sorry Jeff, we should have told you. The way we figure if you ever spill the beans we would all be in trouble. And a million dollars split three ways is better then four. Sorry buddy. But maybe we’ll let you go after we are safe in Mexico.”

“Mmmm! Mmmmmmmpphhaaaa!” Jeff groaned as he struggled to get free. To bad for him he wasn’t going too. He had no problem giving Jerry lots of good footage.

I guess when Jeff got the idea to fake his own takening from that Hawaii Five O episode, he didn't remember the part where the guy’s friends double cross him. Or maybe he did and that was why he bought our act so quickly.

OF course we weren’t going to cut off a finger anymore then we were going to send Jeff’s parents the video or ask them for money. But we would keep Jeff bound and gagged for a day or two before we let him in on that.

The End

Model: Simon

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2008

Skaternapped by Caitiff

25 photos; 7:14 video

The masked men had it all planned out. The knew Raul Jimenez came from a super wealthy family, a mexican oil magnate. They knew he had had a falling out with the old man so he lived on his own. And they knew he liked to skateboard in Tower Grove Park. They had a very good idea of what he looked like: tall and thin with tattoos.

So when they saw their quarry, they seized their chance. Before their victim could say or do anything, he was grabbed by multiple hands and shoved into their van.

“Hey! What are you.. mmmpphh!?”, was all the young man could say before a strip of black tape cut off his protests. His hands were bound behind his back.

The plan appeared to be going off perfectly. No one saw the taking. The kid was secured without any trouble. He wouldn’t be able to identify them as the masked men all wore masks.

The only problem, one the masked men had not realised, was that the young man they had bound and gagged in their van was not Raul Jimenez. His name was Jon McGurk, his dad was a plumber and like Raul liked to skate in the park.

Of course, being gagged, Jon couldn’t say any of this even if he had know this had been a case of mistaken identity. All Jon knew was that he had been bound and gagged by a group of scary looking guys, driving to who knew well.

The masked men soon came to their hide out, a large house in the country. They had scoped it out and knew the owners had gone on vacation. It was private and secure. No one would find them there.

They dragged Jon out of the van and into the house. Thrown onto the couch, Jon could only sit and hope his masked men didn’t hurt him.

“We need something to show we have him.”, One of the masked men said. For a second, Jon was worried they were going to cut off his thumb. Fortunately all the took was his photo and his shoe.

The masked men then tied Jon’s feet together.

“Ok you stay put, Raul.”

Raul?! That’s when Jon realised that they thought he was someone else!

Unfortunately Jon’s gag was never removed. In fact, they added to it as well as blind folded him.

For the next day, The masked men waited for a response to their demands. And they got it but not where they expected. Ramone Jimenez did not reply. However they did see the story on the news about a taking of Jon McGurk, who looked just like their hostage rolling on the couch and moaning through his gag.

Panicking, the masked men knew they had to get out as fast as they could. Fortunately they had never had any intention of harming their hostage. They knew Jon would never be able to recognise them. So they hog tied him and left their hostage squirming on the floor of the house.

Jon struggled against his bonds. He was not able to get any slack. He could only lay and wait in the hopes that he would be rescued.

When the police came by the next day after getting an anonymous call, Jon had never been so happy in his life.

The End

Jon Played ByMatthew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/19/2010

Keeping Billy by Cryptococcus

38 photos; 3:43 video

Six months had passed since the day Billy turned up on my doorstep and asked me to tie him up. Our relationship had matured during our unusually mild winter in British Columbia's Fraser Valley. Billy was now living with me full-time as my submissive partner, boy toy, and lover. Both of us worked outside the home, me as a line manager for B.C. Hydro, and Billy in an government office downtown. We both had commutes, and by the time we got home, we were often too tired to do much more than hug, chug, and go to bed. What happened then was pretty vanilla, but satisfying nonetheless.

But, ah, then there were the weekends.

Billy would wake up before me, and pretend to be asleep. He'd wait until I reached for him, and then he'd feign surprise.

We'd start with a warm up session before breakfast. This usually was on the floor or the bedroom or in the hallway. I'd always insist that Billy stretch before getting bound. He had a leg cramp once that left him in tears although I did my best to knead it into relaxation. We wanted no more of that!

So, easy bondage was the order for first thing in the morning. Billy liked to have his hands tied behind his back, be tied knee and ankle, and "left" for me to "discover him" just inside the doorway. Great fun, and this usually turned into a one-sided wrestling match that I always won.

Part of being a bondage sub is learning to stay put. This was not Billy's strong suit, but he always preferred getting off to getting loose, and I never faulted him for that. In fact, I usually helped.

Billy spend a lot time in the chair - in the chair - not tied to it - just in it. This was a hard lesson for him to learn, but when he was in the chair, he was expected to relax and stay put. That's all that I demanded of him. I usually had to remind him what his responsibilities were during these times, and if he became too antsy, I didn't mind blindfolding him, too.

Afternoons were for stricter bondage. A favorite of mine was tying Billy up to hooks up on each side of the doorway. This is great, subtle bondage tool, by the way. They look just like coat hooks when not in use.

When Billy faced away from the door jamb, I usually couldn't resist giving him a slow, lazy blowjob. How slow? Slow enough to have him begging for me to let him come.

When Billy faced the door jamb, he'd still get hard, but he knew that his "suffering" then led to the promise of great sex later. He looked good blindfolded and gagged, and he'd stay hard as long as I wanted to keep him that way.

I always tried to disabuse the notion that there was any special "get-off place" or "get-off position" around the house. In fact, none of it was scripted. I never knew where our afternoon sessions would end or how . . . or where.

Once drove Billy, hands cuffed behind his back with his ankles in leg irons and him wearing only jeans, twenty miles to a motel in Bixby, and smuggled him into a room. I finally let him have me doggy style, with him still bound, on the cheap sheets of the motel. He got so excited that he kept bouncing out, and I had to keep one hand behind me to guide him in. Then I took him leaning over the bed with my knees on the floor and my hands on his hips. Afterwards we snuggled for a while, and it was dark by the time we finally woke up. We decided to spend the night there and drive back in the morning. I never did go back to the car for the keys. Billy seemed comfortable enough.

Evenings usually involved gentler forms of bondage. I had developed some definite preferences concerning Billy's body. I preferred his ankles either elevated or pressed against his ass. I preferred him barefoot and naked, or mostly naked. (Sometimes a little something between partial and full nakedness heightens the anticipation.)

Billy knew my preferences, and he certainly didn't mind showing off his body for me. He'd always keep at least one eye on me, as if daring me to grab him. As if I, Mr. Cool on the Spot, ie "da Boss" might suddenly go nuts with lust.

Okay, that happened sometimes.

Billy made it look easy, and as sexy as hell, too.

Take a basic tie - wrists crossed and ankles bound together side-by-side. This looks promising, but it's not good bondage.

Add another element, such as binding the wrists to the ankles, or binding the ankles to the ass and the wrists to the cock and balls, and it becomes good bondage.

And taking it back to the way it started is always a nice touch, too.

***

Well, the winter that was has melted into glorious spring. I'm about to go stir-crazy hanging around the house.

It's about time to take Billy camping. It's supposed to be less cool tonight, so I think I'll get the handcuffs and shackles and spend the night with Billy in a XXXX bag on the back porch.

Then in the morning, I have a new toy to show him. It's a cock and balls to wrists cuff with an adjustable lower strap. It's going to cover up his asshole, but while he's wearing it, he's NOT going to be standing up.

Yes, I do spend a lot of time thinking of things to do with my submissive man's cock.

I hope my ingenuity never fails me.

The End

Model: Andre

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/03/2006

Cuffed

21 photos; 4:55 video

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/27/2009

Stripped to Nothing by Kurt

26 photos; 7:54 video

Cont'd from "Cleaning out the Closet"

Matt lay there helpless, wondering what else this crazy dude had in mind for him. He twisted around, testing his bonds, but there was no give in the rope and he knew if he struggled too hard, he'd crash onto the floor. He pushed at the tight tape gag with his tongue, but the strips were plastered on too tightly.

Only a few minutes passed when Riley returned, holding a pair of scissors in one hand. Matt's heart started racing when he saw the sharp edges glinting as Riley laid on him.

"You're gonna wanna hold still now", Riley hissed into his ear.

Matt froze as Riley grinned evilly and began tugging at his jeans. Matt drew in his breath as the edges clawed through his denim. Damn! These were his best jeans! But that thought flew out of his head as the strips of denim fell off his body. Matt cursed himself for going commando, as his privates were now completely exposed. A few quick snips of the scissors and his t-shirt was history too. Riley's eyes gleamed as Matt's hunky nude body was displayed in front of him. Without a word, his hands went to town on the bound guy's body.

Matt began to respond again, despite his fear and humiliation. As Riley gripped his shaft, the gentle though firm grip immediately hardened the horny young man's equipment. Matt groaned, but Riley's smile only grew wider...the muffled grunts seemed to turn him on even more. Riley leaned in and kissed Matt's gagged mouth, then his neck and collarbone.

"You know you like it", Riley repeated, as if determined to convince his victim that he was participating willingly.

Matt squeezed his eyes closed, but his body was disconnected from his brain at this point. He was a bound animal, responding to the stimulation that was being XXXX on him. At some point, some subliminal thought pushed its way to the front of his brain, telling him to please his captor...that things would turn out OK if he did...to not show any revulsion...

His horny young gonads did not need much mental convincing to respond to Riley's attentions. His belly pumped in and out as his breath tightened and a guttural moan fought against the gag over his mouth. His inflated penis throbbed and his ballsac tightened.

Suddenly, a deep voice filled the room behind the two young studs.

"RILEY!!! Not again??!!!"

Riley froze and turned towards the voice.

"Sorry, Dad," he said sheepishly.

Matt's eyes widened as a handsome, middle-aged man came to the couch.

"Got him going pretty good there, eh, son? How about me taking a turn?"

MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The End?

Model: Chad

Model: Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/22/2010

Office Boy

32 photos; 5:43 video

This was his big chance, Bobby's opportunity to show his boss he could handle the big leagues

He had been working on his presentation all day and into the night

Nothing could go wrong

Except for a horny intruder who broke into Bobby's cheap hotel room!

Soon Bobby was bound and gaged and at the intruder's mercy!

Model: Bobby
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/14/2015

Blue Streak

32 photos; 4:58 video

The Super hero Blue Streak was no match for Dr. Horrendous' Slow Gun

Robbed of of his powers, Blue Streak could do little as he was tied up and gagged.

Model: Lex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2015

Cleaning Out The Closet by Kurt

24 photos; 4:15 video

"Paranoid, with schizophrenic tendencies" was what those quacks had written on the report they sent to Riley' parents.

Riley laughed to himself as he approached the old house his parents paid the rent on. After that last incident, he could have gone to jail if his rich parents hadn't bailed him out. Words like "takening"  had been mentioned, but after his father wrote the check, everything went back to normal.

His parents had begged Riley to return home and get some treatment, but he insisted on staying on his own in the seedier side of town. Frustrated, his parents let him have his way, and hoped for the best.

"Time to come out of the closet!" Riley joked, as he turned the key in the hall closet that was a prison for his latest prey.

Matt was the cute young guy who lived down the block, and Riley had had his eye on him for weeks.

Catching him was east: Riley had simply hired him for some yard work, then slipped him a mickey in his lemonade. When the kid was out cold, he was quickly roped and tapegagged, and locked in the closet.

Matt whimpered through his tight tape gag as Riley hauled him to his feet.

He mumbled and pleaded with his eyes to be let go, but Riley picked up some long black rope and tied his ankles nice and tight.

As soon as his prisoner was securely bound, Riley straddled him and began to feel up his hot young body.

Matt moaned as Riley felt him all over, murmuring things like, "You know you like it", "You're so hot" and other phrases that made him cringe.

Matt was young and strong, but the ropes held fast and he was helpless. The strips of tape on his mouth cut off any chance of talking his way out of his predicament.

As he was felt up, a weird feeling he'd never felt before crept over Matt. Although he never would have participated willingly, something about being a helpless victim of this crazy dude who lusted over him was turning him on. His groin area grew hot and his young horny cock began to harden as Riley worked him over.

Matt was processing all these mixed-up, disturbing feelings when Riley suddenly climbed off of him.

"Don't go anywhere, stud. I'll be right back", Riley said, menacingly.

To be continued......

Matt played byChad

Chad played byPatrick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/22/2010

Rope'in and Ride'in By Fidelis

22 photos

Yeehaw! Ride ‘em cowboy! C’mon, city slicker, don’t be such a dud; lighten up, have some fun!"

"GRRRMMPHHH! GGGGGRRRR. GMELEMMGO!"

"Sorry, no can do, big boy. No letting you go, not yet. Maybe later. Maybe I’ll turn you into bird feed. Whaddya think about that? Those suckers will scarf down just about anything. Yeah, I like that idea. Big boy feeding the big birds. Ayup, that sounds AOK to me."

Tom flexed his wrists, feeling the coarse rope biting into them, the same rope that encircled his broad chest, holding his arms tight to his side. He glared up at the cowpoke who had ambushed him. Or was that birdpoke? He wasn’t quite sure of the terminology here. Tom had been hired to find out who was rustling ostriches from the Double Yolk ranch, and it looked as if he had found the guilty party – or the guilty party had found him. He wanted to rub the swelling bump on the back of his head, but with his hands tied behind him, that was impossible. He bitterly regretted taking this job. He would be quite happy if he never saw one of those vile beady-eyed creatures again. He tried to stagger to his feet, but his captor pushed him in the chest, and he went down on his ass, whacking his already aching head on the wall behind.

"MPPHHH. GGGAHFUCKMMDATMHURT!"

"Yeah, well get used to it city dick. You’re going to be hurting a lot more before the sun sets on this spread."

Tom cursed into the neckerchief that had been tied between his mouth as the rangy ostrich rustler wrapped what seemed to be miles of rope around Tom’s legs and ankles. Opph, but it was tight. He could feel the pressure of the rope through the leather of his brand new boots. Boots that were now smeared with ostrich shit. Damn, those birds were ugly, and their shit smelled as bad as they looked.

"Ha, who did you think you were fooling, city slicker? Coming around here dressed like that? Jeez, you sure aren’t as smart as those private dicks in the books. Look at you, the way you are dressed in those new boots and all. Hmm, I might just take those boots once you’ve been ground up into bird food. Now, don’t you take on like that. You won’t have to wait too long, big boy. Just you sit there until I’m ready for you. It doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere real soon. No one gets out of my ropes" the bird boy taunted.

Tom thrashed about as soon as his captor left the room. Damn, but these ropes were tight. He could feel his hands getting number by the minute. If he didn’t get loose pretty soon, he was going to lose all feeling in them. He rolled over on his side, and then onto his stomach. He had to get out of here. There was no way that he wanted to end up inside one of those big stupid birds. The gag in his mouth was starting to get disgustingly soggy and nasty. The bandanna wasn’t nicely laundered and ironed like the ones that Tom had recently purchased. It tasted as if it had spent a week in the back pocket of the birdpoke’s dirty jeans, or perhaps somewhere even less salubrious. Tom’s stomach started to rebel at the though. No, he couldn’t puke now. That would be a nasty way to perish, choking to XXXX on his own XXXX. He had to concentrate on something else rather than the foul taste in his mouth. The pain in his wrists helped him to focus. If he could just concentrate on relaxing his muscles, he was sure that he could….

"How’s it going, big boy? Still a nice tight bundle I see. Don’t you worry, dude, it won’t be much longer now before the big birds are munching on you. Hmm, I might have some fun with you first – it sure does get lonely out here with nothing but the poultry to keep me company. I need me some real R & R. Yup, sounds like a great idea to me. Don’t you be trying to kick – I just want to check out the merchandise. Oh yeah, there’s lots of you to have fun with, isn’t there? This is going to turn out even better than I thought. Heehaw, be back soon!"

Tom burned with indignation at the way he had been treated. That filthy yokel, feeling him up with his dirty hands, running them all over Tom’s body. Grr, he would teach that bastard a lesson, once he got free. OK, time to concentrate on the relaxation. Yes, that was better, he wouldn’t fight against the ropes, he would just let his muscles relax.

Tom gave a grunt of triumph as he managed to slip his hands free from the loops of coarse rope. It didn’t take him long to get his chest and arms free. As he started working on the rope around his legs, he relished the thought of the surprise that the birdboy was going to get. It looked as if it might be the city slicker who ended up having some fun tonight.

To Be Continued?

Tom played by John

Photography by Caitiff

Hog Tying the Bear

26 photos; 5:44 video

We were all sick of the mouth on Dean

So we decided that he needed ot be taught a lesson.  After work we grabebd him and wrestled to the ground.  His hands were bound behind his back and his feet were tied with more thick rope

"Hey what are you...MMmppph!" He grumbled as a gag was shoved into his mouth.  He glared at us in silence.

He struggled of course.  And moaned and cursed through his gag.

"He's not nearly helpless enough", Someone said.

"You're right" we agreed and ot a bit more rope

Dean could see what we planned to do but was helpless a swe bent his legs back and looped the rope between his hands and feet.  Now he was hog tied tightly on the floor.

"Yeah that's better" We decided and left Dean to stew int he back room at work over the week end.

Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/11/2015

Training Billy by Cryptococcus

25 photos; 4:23 video

"Hey, guys. I hung your bow saw in the garage. Thanks for letting me use it."

"Okey-dokey," said Ron. He and Grange, my neighbors and best buds "across the creek" in our little valley, were sprawled out on the couch watching a hockey game. As usual on a Saturday, they were both in jeans, bare-chested, and barefoot.

My eyes were drawn to the third figure. Billy, a local fellow a couple of years younger than me, was sitting cross-kneed on the floor. Like the others, he was bare-chested, but unlike them, his hands were tied behind his back. "Hey," I said, "what's with Billy?"

"He wanted to watch racing," said Grange, "and we didn't."

He grinned up at me, and I grinned back. "For that," I told him," they tied you up?"

"I don't mind," admitted Billy.

"Hey, Grange," I said, suddenly inspired. "Mind if I borrow Billy?"

"Ain't that always the way? Bring something back, and borrow something else?" Grange elbowed Ron to get a reaction to his witticism, but Ron only grunted. His eyes were on the game. "Go ahead," said Grange. "Maybe you can find him some NASCAR."

"Cool, " I said. Then I crossed over and started putting Billy's clothes in a paper bag.

Billy was all grins, and he gave Ron and Grange a big one as I helped him up and led him toward the door. "Um," I said, "when do you guys want him back?"

"How about next spring?" asked Ron.

"Oh, hell," said Grange. "Why don't you just keep him?"

"Okay. Thanks.".

That was last weekend. I really did find Billy some racing on the dish, and we hung around, with Billy bound and me scheming, until late that evening when I let Billy loose and bid him goodbye.

So, another Saturday morning comes, and who do I find, grinning abashedly, at my door?

"Wanna tie me up?" asked Billy. "Remember, Ron and Grange said you could keep me."

I didn't need convincing. I reached out and grabbed Billy. "Call me 'Sir,'" I said as I started pulling Billy's clothes off in the XXXX way. I left him in his skivvies, but I paused to admire his smooth, honey-colored complexion. No doubt about it - Billy is a looker.

"Sir?" asked Billy, with that irrepressible grin that I would come to know so well.

"Yeah," I said. "Let's get you bound, and then we can go over the house rules."

"House rules?" Billy followed me into the spare bedroom.

"'House rules, sir," I prompted. "Uh-huh. If I'm going to 'keep you,' we need some sort of rules of order."

"I kinda thought I'd just do whatever you tell me to, sir."

"That's a good rule. Get on your knees and lean over the bed. Put your hands behind your back."

Billy complied, gracefully, and I felt fantasies ignite as I tightly tied his crossed wrists. This slender, handsome young man wanted to submit to ME. If I played my cards right . . .

Having a bound Billy of my very own was having a profound effect on me, but I soon found out that having a bound and gagged Billy was so much better. "It's okay if you want to look a little worried," I told him, as I pulled the bandanna gag between his teeth.

Nice, but more is needed, I thought as Billy held his bound wrists out to me, as if for inspection, and slowly came to his feet.

By the time I'd tied his upper arms together and bound his ankles, Billy's fully erect prong was thrusting forward from the slit in his skivvies. What's NOT to like about this? I thought, and then I had an idea. Let's add a little PERIL.

Yep. Billy got a rope around his cock and balls, and he did look suitably worried. I resisted the urge to tug on it, but I did loop it over an exposed roof beam and pull it taut down to wrap around his wrists. Billy wasn't going anywhere!

I would later find that it was like clockwork. Tie Billy up and he gets an erection. Leave him tied up a while, and he stays hard. Give him any sort of opening to reach his cock or rub it against something, and Billy gets off.

So, I released his cock, and I got the measure of it. I thought about all the things that I could do with a submissive man's cock, and I smiled as I pushed Billy down onto the bed. "Do anything you want," I told him. "Even see if you can get loose."

Billy didn't want to get loose. He wanted to get OFF.

I shed my cutoffs and crossed to an armchair. I watched the slender, helpless man on the bed of my spare bedroom trying to masturbate himself against the sheets, and I took myself in hand. I came seconds after Billy came.

And this was the first day of Billy's training. And, yes, I decided to keep him.

The End

Billy played by Andre

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/03/2006

Rolling Around

26 photos; 4:39 video

Model: Spencer

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 1/11/2014

Sexy Smackdown by Kurt

23 photos; 2:46 video

Glen glared defiantly at the two men who had taken him. His hands were lashed behind his back, and tight rope surrounded his broad chest, biting into his meaty pecs. A thick cloth gag was tied into his mouth, silencing him. Just an hour before, he had been warming up in the locker room at Peppermill State for his match in the Intercollegiate

Greco-Roman Semi-Finals. He was heavily favored to win, and a victory would assure Peppermill's team a top seeding in the Finals next week. His teammate Greg Fitzpatrick had stuck his head into the locker room and said:

"Glen, one of the TV guys told me Coach wants to see you in his office, pronto!"

"Thanks, Greg, I'll be right there," he'd replied.

Glen pulled up the straps of his spandex singlet, and headed down the corridor to Coach Petersen's office. He had assumed Coach was out on the gym floor, since the competition had already beXXXX. As he stepped through Coach's office door, a hand clapped over his mouth and a muscular arm circled his throat.

"Mmmpphhh!!", Glen grunted, but before he even had a chance to react, he saw Coach Petersen sitting in his desk chair, bound and gagged, with a stranger holding a concealed item to his head.

"No trouble, boy," a voice gritted into his ear, "or Coach will be managing the team at Big Sky U!"

Glen's eyes met the Coach's, and the Coach shook his head slowly up and down, indicating that Glen should do as he was told. The hand was removed from his mouth, and a cloth was stuffed into it and tied behind his head. Glen saw that the Coach was bound to his chair and gagged with wide strips of white athletic tape. Coach Petersen, a handsome, muscular man in his early 40's, looked completely helpless in his bonds and gag with the concealed item pressed against his temple. Glen stood still as his

arms were pulled roughly behind his back and his wrists tied tightly with quite a bit of rope. The two men didn't speak as Glen was tied up, and then the one who had tied him dXXXXd a thick white towel over his head, effectively hooding his face.

"Take him out," the one holding the concealed item on the Coach said, "and make sure no one sees you! I'll take care of Coach."

Glen's blood ran cold as he was led down the corridor by his XXXX. What was going on? Why was he being taken? What would happen to Coach? He cooperated with the thug, afraid that any struggle on his part would endanger the Coach.

He was led out a side door, and raising his head slightly beneath the towel, he saw a nondescript, white panel truck parked immediately in front of the door. He was pushed onto the floor of the van, and his ankles were quickly tied.

"Nice body, kid," the XXXX said, running his hand over the prominent bulge in Glen's skintight singlet.

The van roared off, another masked man behind the wheel. After about 20 minutes, it stopped, and Glen's ankles were untied. "Up and at 'em, stud," the masked man ordered.

Glen was led into a dark, rundown house. Summoning up his courage, he mumbled through his gag.

"Whaff oing on? Oo ah oo?"

He was rewarded by a smack across the face.

"Shut the fuck up!" he was told, and pushed roughly to the floor.

"Let's check your 'nads for steroid use."

Glen was horrified as the thug stuck his hand into the crotch of his singlet and hauled out his cock and balls, sXXXXping the spandex under his ball sac.

"MMMPPPHHHHHH!!!" Glen writhed as his manhood was stroked, gently but firmly.

"Ummm," the masked man said, "Shaved, eh? I heard you jocks do that."

At that moment, the van driver entered the room.

"What the fuck? Spike, you frigging perv, leave him alone. You know the orders!"

"OK, OK," Spike replied, reluctantly tucking Glen's jewels back into their spandex pouch. The driver tossed some rope at Spike.

"Hogtie the fucker, and tighten up that gag. This dump has people next door."

Spike followed his orders, quickly re-tying Glen's ankles, and then fastening his ankles to his wrists in a restrictive hogtie. He unknotted the cloth gag, then pulled it into Glen's mouth even tighter than before, and double-knotted it. Glen's well-trained muscles could handle the pain of the hogtie, but the roping rendered him completely helpless, belly-down on the floor. For the first time, he noticed the television in the corner across from where he lay. The local ESPN station was covering the Semi-Finals, and Glen's eyes were riveted to the screen. Suddenly, the camera angle switched from the floor of the gym, and Coach Petersen's handsome face filled the screen.

"It's a tough loss for us, Bob," the Coach said into the camera. "Unfortunately, our star heavyweight, Glen Armstrong, was tied up tonight....by a family emergency."

The two thugs laughed.

"Hey, dat Coach dude has a pretty good sense of humor," Spike said. “Good thing we paid him off."

"Yeah," his fellow thug replied, "Looks like you lose this fall, kid!"

Greg reacted to the corny pun by groaning into his gag and struggling

against the tight ropes, to no avail.

"Yeah, SMACKDOWN!" Spike laughed.

The End

Greg played by Mark

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/14/2005

Civil Disturbance by Caitiff

27 photos; 2:16 video

“Asshole!”

“Cock sucker!”

“Fag!”

“Breeder wannabe!!”

Eddy and Mark had been going at it for hours. Neither remembered what had started the fight. At this point, neither cared. It was all about the argument.

Passions flared, voices were raised. And soon ti would happen.

Eddy went psycho. A wrestling champ in school, the little guy was a lot stronger then he looked. With barely any effort, Eddy grabbed Mark’s arm and twisted it behind his back. Mark let out a small gasp of surprise and pain.

In a flash, Eddy had Mark down on the ground. Mark tried in vain to struggle but he was pinned.

While one hand kept an iron like grip on his friend, eddy’s other hand reached out to the laundry shelf where there was some clothesline “conveniently” laying around. In moments Eddy was wrapping the cotton rope around Mark’s wrists. The rope bit into Mark’s arms, tighter and tighter as eddy made the knots.

Then it was time to do Mark’s feet. try as he might, Mark could no more stop Eddy from trying his feet then he could his hands. Soon he was bound hand and foot and rolling helplessly on the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing , you psycho!?”, Mark yelled out. and that was the last thing he said as Eddy shoved a filthy rag into Mark’s mouth. The gag tasted horrible and Mark tried not to think about where that rag had been before.

“What’s wrong, asshole? Nothing to say?”, Eddy taunted.

“Mmmmffaa Mmmuuu!” Mark moaned through his gag, his intent clear even if the words were garbled.

“Really? Well what do you have to say about this?”, Eddy started tickling Mark’s sensitive feet. Wild laughter mixed with swearing, the sounds made incomprehensible through the gag. Mark’s body twisted and struggled in vain to get away. But eddy knew his knots. All Mark succeeded in doing was to make himself sore.

“All right, bee-atch. I got things to do and they don’t include you.”, Eddy said as he tied Mark up into an uncomfortable hog tie.

When he was done, Mark could only roll back and forth on the dirty kitchen floor. Eddy made to leave.

“Adios loser! Oh and Breeder wannabe? What the hell was that supposed to mean?”

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmfffpphaammmm!”, Mark grunted as Eddy walked out the door.

Alone, Mark concentrated on rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. It was both exciting and frustrating that he couldn’t use his hands. But mark wasn’t worried about it. In an hour or two, eddy would come home and help him get off. Even though he would have to do it while tied up and gagged.

Just like all the other times he and eddy had “argued”

The End

Eddy played by Rod

Mark played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

Tied and Tired by Caitiff

28 photos; 5:34 video

The day had started of normally for Troy. He got up, had breakfast and a shower and went to his garage. He only had the one car in the shop at the moment and it was almost done. In fact it had been done for some time but Troy needed some cash so he padded the bill a bit.

It was no big deal, Troy thought, lots of mechanics do it.

Unfortunately the owner was already suspicious of Troy. Seems Troy did not have a good reputation. So when he saw the bill for things he knew had not been wrong, he exploded.

“Do you think I’m an idiot? That I know nothing about cars?”

Troy knew he had been caught but there was no way he was going to admit it. So he screamed right back, “Yes you are an idiot! “

That didn’t help Troy. What it did do was get him punched in the nose and XXXX right out.

When Troy awoke, he was in the corner of his shop. That by itself wasn’t so odd. However Troy was also gagged tightly with a cleave gag. His hands were hand cuffed in front of him. But what was really weird was how a tire had been XXXX over his arms, pinning them down.

Not Again , Troy thought.

The car owner stood right in front of Troy. Being gagged, Troy couldn’t say much.

“Ok asshole. You think you can cheat me? Get up!”, Troy was pulled dot his feet only to fall over again onto the ground. Helpless in his bondage, Troy could only roll around on the filthy oily floor as his captor ransacked Troy’s garage.

“Look at this. You’ve been screwing everyone, haven't’ you!”, the man said throwing papers down on the ground.

“Mmmmm!”, Troy grunted into his gag, still unable to say anything coherent. So instead he kicked in vain at the owner in anger. That only made his situation worse.

Troy was lifted up and XXXX onto a chair where his legs were tied with clothesline. More rope secured Troy to the chair itself.

Great, Troy lamented, now I’m tied up even more. Desperately he continued trying to get free. However the hand cuffs weren’t going to break. Troy couldn't’ even move the gag out of his mouth, as tight as it was in his mouth. With the tire firmly wedged over his arms, Troy couldn't’ even take the gag out with his hands. And now he was stuck on the chair.

Troy’s captor meanwhile was looking at his bill, then his car and eventually came over to Troy.

The guy put his hand in his coat and for a second Troy feared the guy was going to pull out a concealed item. Instead out came a wallet. The man counted out a hundred bucks which he shoved into Troy’s mouth between the cleave gag.

“Mmmmmmpphhaaammmm!?”

“I calculate that’s what I really owe you.”

For good measure, Troy had tape stuck over his mouth, gagging him even further.

“Now you can just sit there for a while. Maybe think on what a shitty mechanic you are. Oh and if you try getting back at me, remember I have the proof of what a thieving scum bag you are. I bet a lot of insurance companies would like to know how you’ve been committing fraud all this time!”

Troy could say nor do anything as the car owner took his car and left.

At least I got paid this time, Troy thought as he sat bound and gagged in his garage.

The End

Troy played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/20/2010