Stairs

27 photos

Model: Matt2

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 11/24/2008

Struck Out

33 photos; 5:19 video

Model: Dante

Photography by Nick007 and Caitiff

Date of Production: 5-19-2015

All About the Game by JM

25 photos

     Our soccer team needed some help. For the past three years we had come in dead last in our division. It was just a secondary activity for most of the guys, but I took the team and the game seriously. I've always had a competitive streak a mile long, and when I joined up with the Red Devils I was excited to exercise it. I soon found out that this weekend team of soccer players preferred beating each other at XXXX games rather than our opponents. I was furious. I could not continue to be humiliated time and time again at each game. I was the best player on the team and attended every Saturday practice I deserved more.

After work I spent a couple of hours working out techniques at the local park, much to my lovers dismay. However he understood my need to be the best. One evening I was in the park maneuvering through my usual routine when I noticed a kid practicing at the end of the soccer field.

"Hey there", I shouted.

"Hey kid your good, what's your name?"

"Michael, who's asking?" he replied

"Jerry".

"Nice to meet you Jerry, your pretty good yourself", he shouted.

From that day forward we began practicing together. He was a local kid, twenty years old and was the best soccer player I had ever practiced with. It wasn't long before I talked him into joining my team. Usually it was frowned upon to bring on a new member in the middle of the season but not seemed to care seeing as our team was last in the division at that point. My team members embraced him right away.

He was a gem; with he and I on the team we were able to pull ourselves out of the last place spot. He even managed to motivate the other members to work a little harder. It was too late to be number one this far in the season, but at least we wouldn't be last. Finally I was on a team I could be proud of. Then it happened.

The season had four games left in it, and we were on our way to not being the worst. I realized that Michael wasn't practicing as hard as he use too. He began to come to practice late and even missed one. I figured it was just fatigue, until I realized the truth. Michael had become so involved with the team that he began to share their bad habits. XXXX hard after each practice and each game. He hung out with me less and less, and began to accompany my lackluster team members to outings not involving soccer. He was my protégé; I would not let this happen. I became infuriated. Talking to the other members of the team would be pointless. I had to take drastic measures.

I called up Michael one evening and asked him to practice with me, he agreed. We met at the local park where I had my intervention set and ready to go. When he arrived I began by telling him he would have to change his attitude. He rolled his eyes and smirked. After a brief conversation with him I realized I would indeed have to proceed with plan B. I told him I'd by him a drink so we could talk so some, he agreed. We got into my car and drove. I began driving to my house; my lover would be out all evening working. " I thought you said a drink", he said. " There's been a change of plans". He proceeded to cuss at me in an angry tone. Michael stepped out of my car and headed for the street. I couldn't let him go. I tackled him in the yard and dragged him into the house. " I just want to talk", I yelled. " Let me go now man your crazy", he whined. If he had listened, I would not have done what I did.

I began by subduing him and wrapping rope around his wrists. I tied them tight, his hands reddened with the cinch of the rope. " You are crazy Jerry, it's just a game asshole get over it". I couldn't believe my ears, my protege speaking to me so rudely. I just could not listen to him anymore my teammates had corrupted him. I reached into the desk drawer and pulled out red duct tape I used when wrapping my ankle when I practiced. I swiftly ripped apiece off and taped his mouth shut.

" MMMPPPHHH!"

I finished him off by tightly wrapping lengths of rope around his torso. I knew he would try and run again so I removed his shoes and socks. The rank smell of his feet almost made me forget the whole thing. I wrapped a length of rope around his neck to prevent him from trying to get away. I led my young friend into outside shed and into the basement. After another attempt to reason with him, I decided I was getting nowhere.

I secured the rope around his neck to the banister and left to find a tool that had served me well.

I walked back down to find my soccer buddy struggling in vain. His blonde tussled hair was wet from sweat and struggle. " MMMPPHHH!" The smell of the basement air drowned out his smelly feet. I undid the rope from the banister and pushed him to his knees. "MMMPPPHHH!" I began to enjoy my little hazing practice. I scolded him for his irresponsibility. I told him I would not tolerate anything but the best from a teammate I brought on board. I was going to make sure he got the picture. I fastened his bound struggling wrists to the banister. He fought hard against me, but his incapacitated state prevented anything more from him. I pulled out the paddle and yanked down his pants.

Fear illuminated his innocent eyes. I pulled back and slapped his ass hard and quick. Muffled cries escaped the corners of his taped mouth.

"You" (SLAP) " Will" (SLAP) " MMPPHHMMMPPHH" "Begin" (SLAP) "To" (SLAP) "Do" SLAP "Better" (SLAP)

"MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHMMPPHHMMHHPPMM". His red ass clenched with fearsome anticipation. My job was done. After I released him ran collected his shoes and slipped out the door. We came in 3rd place that year.

THE END

Michael played by Noah

Jerry played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

The Dinner Guest By Ivor Ciccone

35 photos

One of the things that clinched it for me when I was buying my house was the view from the kitchen window. It looked out over a skaters paradise; ramps, lots of flat concrete and open space. As I looked out of the window at the hot dudes with their baggy jeans, baseball caps & attitudes the estate agent said,

"Yes, that is one disadvantage of the property..."

"I'll take it", I interrupted, eyes probably bulging out of their sockets, my mouth probably wide open!

My dishes were so clean for those first few weeks there, I was hardly away from the kitchen sink! That's when I kind of got a bit obsessed, I got completely drawn into the fantasy of XXXX one of the skate boarders. I quit my job and every day after that I was getting closer and closer to performing the act. I grew to know what time each of them would roll by and determined when the best time would be to grab my favorite !

Spencer used to arrive earlier than the rest of them on a Sunday morning, he'd be alone so that would be the best time. The Saturday night before I did the grab I hardly XXXX, tossing & turning, making sure I had everything in place.

At 8.30 am Sunday morning like clockwork Spence rolls by. I was sweating. "You are really gonna do this?" I kept asking myself. "You are really gonna do this" I kept answering.

I crept up behind him as he sat on the ground, doing something to his board.

I put my hand over his mouth tight and said

"I've got a concealed item at your back, just do as I say and you won't get hurt", this was so cool, I'd always wanted to say those words while hand gagging a skater!!

My dick was so hard. Spencer kept making "mmmmmm" sounds into my hand.

I got him inside and told him to sit down, I'd never used the old concealed item my dad had given me before, it wasn't loaded of course, but it was pointed at him all the same. He obliged and took a seat in my kitchen.

"Take off your shirt", I ordered, again he obliged, looking perplexed & a little scared.

My kitchen chairs were perfect for bondage, in no time I had his legs and arms and body roped securely.

"You're my skater dude now, man!" I said.

"Why are you doing this, man?" he asked, then, "What the fuck do you want with me?"

"I've been watching you posing and acting like you're all that, out there on your board, for awhile", I said, gesturing out of the window.

"And you know, when you behave like that you're just asking for trouble, just asking to be taken.... and kept..... and admired!" I think my eyes had kind of glazed over a little at this point and probably had a devilish twinkle in them.

"What?" he said, his brow all twisted.

Ignoring his remark I picked up his shirt and held it close to my face, breathing in his scent.

"You're a freak, let me outta here, HELP, someone HELP ME...MMMMMMNNNNNGGGGGGRRRRFFFFF!"

I gagged him with his own t shirt.

"Oh look, here come your friends" I said, looking out the window.

He started struggling in the ropes and mmmpppfffing into the gag like mad for his friends to hear.

"It's no use, dude, that's double glazing", I said, "they'll never hear you."

"Finally I've actually got one of you skater boys in my kitchen with me", I said.

Spencer carried on struggling and squirming while I got on with the dishes.

"What do you fancy for dinner, Spence?" I asked

FIN

Spencer played by Nick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/26/2002

Down the Stairs by Caitiff

27 photos; 3:36 video

This was the last straw. John had put up with the weird hours and the odd noises and strangers coming and going at al hours. But now his credit card was missing and there was only one person who could have taken it.

At first Dan had seemed like a cool guy. And John had been trying to rent out that basement room for months. But now John realised he should have asked for references or something. Dan never seemed to go to the job he said he had at the factory. But he was never lacking for money. And his “friends” coming at all hours. John should have been more suspicious.

“Hey Dan, we need to talk... what the?”, John stared at the weird lab set up and what he was certain was drugs. Well this explains a lot, John thought.

Then everything went black.

John could hazily feel his hand being XXXX behind him and then fastened together with rope. He was then picked up and put onto a chair. Unfortunately, though John was dimly aware that this was happening, he was still too stunned to do anything about it.

John could feel himself being slapped over and over. Slowly he regained awareness. Standing over him was Dan holding a roll of duct tape. More rope was tying him to the chair. Before John could say a word to his captor, Dan pulled off a long strip of tape and wrapped it around John’s head, tape gagging him.

“I guess I should have been more careful.”, Dan said, gloating over his bound and gagged prisoner. “But at least i made enough between my business and your credit card that I should be long gone before anyone finds you.”

“Mmmmmmmm!!!”, was the only response John could make. Though livid with rage, he was helpless to do anything.

“I’m afraid I will need to cover my tracks. So I did a little last minute chemistry. That stuff is pretty flammable if you mix it the wrong way. I figure you have about ten minutes. ”

Dan laughed as he ran upstairs. Already John could see the chemicals in the make shift lab bubbling with more and more violence. desperately John struggled against the ropes but the cord was too tightly tied, the knots out of reach of John’s hands.

“Mmmmm!”, John tried yelling for help. But if anyone could hear him through the gag, they didn’t respond.

“No one is going to help you!”, Dan said coming back down the stairs with an armful of John’s valuables. He then added insult to injury by taping John’s eyes. Now blind as well as gagged and bound, John could only continue struggling. But he knew it was no use. He wouldn't’ get free in time. no one could hear him and that bastard Dan was going to get away! He could hear Dan leaving. “See ya. Oh and you can keep my security deposit!”

Suddenly John heard a crash from above and a voice yell out “Freeze! Police!” Ina few minutes John could feel hands untying him.

Fortunately for John, he handn’t been the only one suspicious of Dan. The police had been staking out the house for weeks.

The End

John played Jason Starr

Dan played Ted

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/12/2007

Black Rope Bandit by Craig

29 photos; 6:02 video

As soon as Cid closed his eyes, he heard the Black Rope Bandit walking away. So Cid did all he could to get himself up and the hell out. But without warning Cid was pushed back down and landed roughly on the futon.

"Where do you think your going, cute stuff?" the bandit said. By this time Cid knew it was hopeless for escape but maybe he could bank on his roommate coming home to save him. It only took the bandit a second to get his bound and gagged guest to his knees, so he could have some more fun. The bandit has a nipple fetish and began biting and licking Cid's nipples.

"MMmPPphhh..mmppphhhh....!" was all the could be heard from Cid. It was music to the bandit's ears. "Nothing's a bigger turn on right now, then hearing your moans and screams though that gagged mouth. Hahaha.", the bandit said.

"But, lets not forget about your hot feet!", said the bandit. As he pushed Cid back down on his side and began rubbing his toes. He loved the way his feet looked in his flip-flops and didn't want to take them off, but wanted Cid's feet to stay up. So he came up with the idea of hogtying his ass. Cid fought him off the best he could but in the end the bandit won again.

"See cute stuff, I always get what I want. And aren't you lucky, tonight I want you." Said the bandit. By this point Cid was so frustrated with the situation that he stayed silent and stopped fighting the Black Rope Bandit. Now the Black Rope Bandit only uses white rope on people that surrender to him.

Cid continued to stay motionless till the bandit stated to pull his pants down more, then he began rolling back and forth to avoid the bandit. But that only got the bandit, more excited and began to rub Cid's crotch through his underwear and rubbed his own as well. It was now getting late and the Black Rope Bandit doesn't like getting caught, so it was time for him to flee the scene. Even though he was having a lot of fun with his cutie. The bandit got out just in time, only a few minutes later Cid's roommate arrived home and found Cid.

Now the Black Rope Bandit was on to his next new friend, but thought to himself that he may need to come back and play with Cid again.......

The End?

Cid played by Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08-14-2010

Black Rope Bandit by Latoo

20 photos; 3:53 video

Cid was XXXX on his own couch tired from a long day of working his boring legal department paper pushing job. He literally XXXX on the couch when a mysterious scratching noise came from the back door; it was the black rope bandit. This guy was no novice to the burglary world; he would strike a person’s home and if that person was there, that person would get tied up with black rope.

The bandit made his way into the house and snuck into the living room.

“Oh…” he thought. “This is unexpected. I thought he would be gone.”

He brought out his infamous black rope, “Oh well.”

As he approached, Cid started to stir awake.

“Hey…” Cid mumbled. “Who are you?”

“Quiet.” The bandit held out a concealed item.

“Ok. Take whatever you want; please don’t hurt me.”

“I want you to put your hands in front of you now!”

Cid had no choice, but to comply so the bandit quickly tied his hands nice and tight.

“Now, I want to lie down on the couch ever so slowly…”

Fear pulsed through Cid, but he managed to suppress it enough to lie on his back. The bandit took his time carefully wrapping Cid’s bindings to the couch arm.

“Come on man… please stop MMMM!” Cid’s words were sadly cut short due to a black bandana shoved into his mouth.

“You know… I never noticed, but you have nice feet.” The bandit smiled as he kneeled down to inspect them.

“Mmmm?”

“You heard me… I like your feet.” The bandit wasted no time tying up Cid’s ankles to the other side of the couch.

“Now, I have you right where I want you…”

“Mmmmm? MMM!”

The bandit undid Cid’s belt and start to rub his fragile package.

“MMPH!” Cid tried to shake him off, but the ropes held too strong to break.

“Oh yeah boy…” The bandit started to rub himself. “I’ve been stealing and tying up people, but you are the cutest guy I met.”

“MMmmm…” Cid mildly groaned.

“Now now.” The bandit smiled. “The best yet to come…”

The bandit took another black bandana from his pocket and blindfolded poor defenseless Cid.

“Here comes the best part. Are you ready?”

Cid closed his eyes and hoped for the best.

Cid played by Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/14/2010

Jacked

28 photos; 5:51 video

Model: Dylan

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 7-2-2015

At My Convenience

29 photos; 5:25 video

Model: Charles

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:06/04/2013

Hog Tied Skater Dude

24 photos; 6:08 video

Model: Matthew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/19/2011

Player by Ivor Ciccone

24 photos

He was such a player. The kind of kid everyone wants to XXXX with. Not because he was so strikingly good looking, don't get me wrong, he was definitely cute, but it was his personality that charmed everyone he met. He was flirtatious to the point of nausea and he used his charm to get whatever he wanted in life.

This kid's name was Chris and he was sort of a buddy of mine, we hung out with the same group of guys, but weren't really close. His infectious smile and cock sure attitude had got me the first time I met him and I guess I was a little shy around him at first. But of all the guys I hung out with, he was the hottest. He was the one I wanted to get bound and gagged. I'd often fantasised about how I could orchestrate the scenario, until one day the perfect opportunity presented itself.

We were alone together, nothing to do, just hanging at his place when Chris says he's got all this cool coloured duct tape free from the store where he works but he doesn't know what he's gonna use it for. My eyes must have lit up.

I said, "well how bout we tape your ass up?"

To my delight the dude's eyes also lit up, "sure, man, go for it", he replied

"This tape is good, strong shit, dude! You won't be getting free in a hurry!" I said as I wrapped Chris's wrists together tightly, over his sleeves.

"Now let's secure your upper body dude" I said next.

"Ok, man, u da boss!" He was being so compliant, I couldn't believe I hadn't suggested this before!

I bound the sturdy orange stuff around his upper arms and chest. I was so hard in my pants.

"Dude, you really enjoying this aint u?", Chris said.

"Yea dude, you bet", I replied, "but next up is the best part..."

"What's that then?", he asked.

"Taping your mouth shut of course!" And I sealed his lips tight with the red tape, muffling his protests.

"Better wind the tape around a couple of times, just for security", I was loving this, my dick was so hard.

Chris didn't seem to enjoy having his mouth taped much, but what the hell, I was having an awesome time!

I stood back to admire my handiwork.

"Looking fly, dude!", I said.

"MMMM HMMMM" was all he could reply.

"Ok, now lets put this yellow tape to good use", I said and started taping his legs together. I stood over him, tossing the tape in my hand, savouring the sight. I patted him on the head and said, "Bro, you look pretty as a picture all taped up!

Now try and get free!" Chris struggled against the tape binding him and rolled around on the floor, mmppfing all the while.

"Not making any progress, bud?", I taunted.

"MMPFF, MMMPPFFF"

"And we still have more tape to use!"

"MMMMMM!!"

"Now what colour should I use this time, hey? The red or the yellow?", I teased, sitting over my hot bound boy.

Chris's face was a picture, he hadn't anticipated getting taped up quite so efficiently it seemed!

"Let's go with the yellow for now", I said, bent his legs up into sitting and taped them like that, wrapping the stuff around his legs and back.

"Cool, that looks awesome, lets add the red now!"

Chris's MMMPPPFFFS were getting ever louder, haha.

"Ok, that just about finishes the job", I said.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention one thing, I aint untying you, the challenge is that you gotta free yourself. I'll be back to check on your progress in an hour or

so. Bye" Hahaha!

"MMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFFF", was all I heard as I walked

out his door.

The End

Chris played by Danny

The Narrator played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/03/2006

Struggle

26 photos; 6:35 video

Model: Donovan

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 7/16/2015

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Wakey Wakey Pt 2

20 photos; 5:51 video

Model: Raphael

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 5-30-2015

Craig

28 photos

Model: Craig
Photographer: Zac

Date of Production: 01/10/2015

Tight Situation by Fidelis

28 photos

Jared chugged along on the mower, feeling the sun beating down on his bare chest, relaxing as he listened to some of his favourite tunes. Life was good, he loved his job – except when someone like the Lawson’s cranky neighbour yelled at him for playing his music too loud. Jeez, how was he supposed to hear his music over the sound of the mower if he didn’t have it cranked up full blast? The guy probably listened to Barry Manilow or Neil Diamond or some other gross old fart. He couldn’t appreciate real…

"ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!"

Jared clutched at his throat as something tight went around it. Desperately trying to get his fingers beneath the lasso that was suddenly encircling his neck, he was dragged off of the mower. As he was dragged across the smooth green lawn like a fish on a hook, he saw the tractor mower veer of course and crash into Mrs. Lawson’s prized rose garden. Shit, he thought, she is going to be SO pissed! And then, as he choked, trying to suck air into his heaving lungs, everything went dark.

"Come on, come on. Wake up"

Jared’s eyes fluttered open as his head was shaken back and forth, strong fingers twined in his hair.

"Come on asshole, wake up and smell the roses! Ha ha ha, get it? Smell the roses? That bitch is going to be so ticked off with you young man. If there is anything left of you when I’m finished with you, she’s going to chew it up and spit it out."

"GGGGMMMHHH! MMWHATMDOING? GGGAHHHEEEELLLP!"

Jared panicked. The Lawson’s cranky neighbour was looming over him, and he seemed to be all tied up and gagged. Jared could feel what seemed to be hundreds of feet of rope tied around his wrists and arms and ankles. As he tried to lurch to his feet he discovered that even his big toes were bound together. Jared moaned into the cloth that had been tied cruelly tight between his teeth. What was going on here? He gasped as he was thrust backward, landing on his bound arms.

"You really are a dickhead, aren’t you, kid? You never hear of noise pollution? You never think about others? Of course, that bitch Marian Lawson won’t hear about a word against you. "Oh Jared, is such an artist and he has such a green thumb.’ HA! The old cow probably has her hand inside her panties while she spies on you working. She would probably like to do this, and this."

Jared gasped as the cranky neighbour started chewing on his sensitive nipples. Oh, fuck, this guy was some big time pervert. Jared gasped again as he felt a big wet tongue working its way down his stomach, probing his navel. He gurgled into his gag as he felt his shorts suddenly become much tighter.

"MMMOHHH! GGGMSTOPMMM. GGGOOOHHHAAAHHHH!"

His captor did stop. He smacked Jared’s firm young butt.

"Why don’t just lie there for a while punk, and think about how you are going to change your attitude."

As soon as Jared was left alone, he began struggling against the tight ropes that held him captive. Even though his shorts had become tight, he didn’t want to become the plaything of this guy. At least…he didn’t think that he wanted to. Hmmm…Nah, he had to get away from here and call the police. Or scream for help –someone somewhere might hear him.

I left the kid, all trussed up and gagged on the bed. What he didn’t know was that I was lingering in the hall, just outside the room, watching all of the action in the large mirror that I had set up opposite the door. Oh yeah, the kid looked hot, roped and gagged and struggling. I had gagged him just enough that no one outside could hear him yelling for help – but not so much that I couldn’t hear as he cussed and struggled, moaning as he tried to free himself from the mass of ropes that I had used to tied him up. I didn’t know about Marian Lawson, but I sure as hell had my hand inside my pants, stroking myself as I watched the kid fight to escape. And to think that all of this action was being captured on tape! I felt myself sweating. No, it was far too early for that. I was expecting a lot more out of this kid – it was time to up the ante.

"Well, kid? Have you thought about how you’re going to change your attitude and respect the rights of others? Come on, punk, tell me."

"GGGMMFUCKMMYOU! MMGGONNAMMWHUPURMMSORRYMASS!"

Oh, so the kid was still cocky. That made me even more excited. It was going to be fun breaking him in. I decided that it was time to elevate the discomfort level.

"GGMMUH? MMWHATMUDOING? GGGGNNOOOOOOOOO!"

"Come on, don’t be such a big baby. Is that uncomfortable? GOOD!"

I gave another savage yank on the rope and the kid’s body arched. Oh yeah, this was going to be good. I gave him another pat on his luscious rump.

"Time for some contemplation, kid. I’ll give you a while to meditate on your sins, and to think about how you’re going to be a better and more considerate person. At the same time, why didn’t you think about how you’re going to pay back one person for the inconsiderate way you’ve acted."

I grabbed the kid’s blond hair and jerked his head back. His eyes, watering, pleaded with me as he mumbled into his gag. It took all of my will power not to pull down pants right there and let load a gusher on the kid’s face. No, that would have to wait. I wanted to savour this for as long as possible.

I took up my station outside of the door, and prepared to enjoy the show. The kid didn’t disappoint me. He bucked and moaned, futilely fighting against the ropes. I could see his muscles strain and watched as sweat broke out on his body. I gritted my teeth as I took in the spectacle. This was unbelievable, even better than I had imagined it would be. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed some action.

"Okay, kid. You’ve had enough time to think about changing your ways. Now it’s time for you to start making up for your sins. This is the way it’s going to be kid. You’re going to be the mommy cow, and I’m going to be the calf who wants his dinner. Oh yeah, it looks like I’m going to get a lot of dinner. Someone seems to be full of milk."

The kid moaned and turned red as I yanked down his shorts. It seemed that this calf was going to get quite a meal!

THE END

Jared played by Noah

Photography by Caitiff

War of the Ropes by JMZ

31 photos; 6:07 video

 He thought he had set up so well. After all we had been through together I could not believe he thought I was actually that stupid. Jake and I had been together for nearly eight years. We met at a bar and hit off instantly. We had not been apart since. However in the last few years we had grown apart. Our life had become about paying bills and doing the housework. The everyday chores of life had driven up further and further away from each other. In the midst of all this we fell out of love with each other, so it was no surprise when the arguments started.

We argued about everything. It made no difference whether the issue was big or small; we found a way to fight about it. We sought out counselors and friends to help us through the rough patch but it never seemed to work. After some deep conversation we decided to call it quits. This seemed like a logical and civil ending, but it turned out to be all out war. We began fight over what belonged to whom. After years of living together we were hell bent on staking claim to everything we thought belonged to us. The focus of our fight was an antique vase we had bought together when we were together. It was worth quite a bit of money and we both adored it. After several weeks on settling on all the other stuff the vase seemed to be a hot point for both us. Neither of us was willing to budge, and it seemed it would never end. Finally, we decided to take it to court. The court was on my side that day, and I was elated at my victory over the man I once loved.

I spent the day apartment hunting and licking my wounds when I ran into a friend of Jakes on the street. He seemed nervous and aloof as I went into my speech about still remaining friends after the break up and making sure to keep in touch. Finally after I finished the speech I had mastered telling over the last few weeks he broke down. He told me about Jakes plan, and how he always liked me and only went through it because he felt a loyalty to Jake. That was it! If there was anything left between us it dissipated into a steam of anger.

I walked into the house and knew what to expect. It was a complete mess. Everything had been turned upside down. There clothes and papers strewn all over the place I walked through the mess to the bedroom and listened for what I was expecting. I heard a faint moan and thumping coming from the closet I slowly opened the door to find him. There he sat barefoot hands tied behind his back and a bandana clenched between his lying teeth. He struggled and tried to speak through his gagged mouth. Unfortunately for him I knew the script word for word already.

I pulled him to his feet and he turned to have me untie him. He did not realize that a new plan had been hatched. I pushed him into a chair as he shot me a look of surprise; again to articulate a sentence but the gag silenced him well. In fact I wished I had thought of this long ago. I explained with no argument from him about how I knew about his plan to set up a robbery to take everything that belonged to me. He looked at me with sneer eyes, and then protest as I explained I had different plans for him.

I decided if this was supposed to be a robbery he was not nearly as contained as he should be. I started by tying his ankles tightly together, after all a robber wouldn’t want him to run. He kicked at me and screamed through his gag. I XXXX his ankles together and tied them tightly. He glared as me as I decided his gag was not quite what I would have used to shut him up. I ripped the duct tape from the roll and Jake moaned as I wrapped it around his head. There that was it. This was much more fun than I thought it would be. If we had done this when we together maybe things would have worked out between us. I pulled him to his feet and planned my next move.

I decided that he was not thoroughly humiliated enough. I ripped apart his favorite pants to expose the ass I once adored. There he was ass exposed and at my mercy. I threw him onto the bed as he struggled to get free. He lashed and rolled trying desperately to loosen his binds. It was no use; his friend knew how to tie a knot. I watched with amusement as he uselessly to get free. Inaudible moans escaped his taped mouth. Finally as a final gesture to our life together I pulled out his cock to humiliate him even more. I kissed his forehead one last time and left him to collect my belongings. This was the perfect ending to a bad situation.

The End

The Ex played by Jace

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 02/16/2009

Playing by Himself by Godfrey

24 photos; 4:17 video

He was such an ass. But what an ass. He knew he was in trouble with me. And deservedly so. But Mike also knew all he had to do to get out of it was wiggle his cute buns.

At least that’s how it normally worked. But Mike needed ot be taught a lesson.

“Lets play a game.” I suggested. Thinking himself off the hook, Mike agreed. Mike gave me a funny look when I took out the rope and began to tie his hands to the futon. But he also didn’t do anything to stop me. When I was done, Mike tested the ropes, soon realising he was truly bound. But again, he didn’t say protest. I could see in his eyes that Mike expected that he would be tied up a little, played with as foreplay and then we would fuck. All would be forgiven.

He was wrong.

Mike looked so hot in those white briefs. That was why he wore them when he was in trouble. I could see the bulge in the crotch. I so wanted to just grab that ass and go to town. But I had to be strong. It wasn’t time yet.

“Ok we gonna fuck or not?”, Mike said, losing his patience. He had figured out he wasn't’ getting loose and that i wasn’t sucking him off.

Mike continued to whine, prompting me to grab the tape off the shelf. “I’m getting tired of your mouth, among other things.”, I said as I taped his cute but annoying lips shut. Mike’s protests were now reduced to incoherent mumbling. Then I took more rope and tied Mike at the knees to the futon.

Mike fought his bondage but the growing bulge under the white fabric of his thong betrayed him. I took every opportunity to rub up against that bulge. Not enough to get him off but enough to tease. Mike’s eyes grew more desperate.

I kept Mike like that for hours, teasing him, letting him get close but never finish. Mike began to plead through his gag, which only made me harder.

I ignored Mike for another hour. Mike probably was getting stiff in more ways then one but I didn't’ care. He deserved some pain and if it taught him a lesson, so much the better. He was my toy and I wasn’t done playing with him yet.

When I untied him, Mike had a look of submissive relief. Bu tI wasn’t done yet. Oddly, Mike didn’t fight as I retied his hands in front of him. When he was rebound, Mike tried ot grab for his hardening dick but I stopped him.

“No, not unless I tell you.”, I said and Mike understood he had better obey.

I flipped Mike over . His ass was as hot as ever. I sat down and grabbed myself while I ogled Mike’s hot ass. At first, thinking he could get away with it, Mike tried grinding his dick against the mattress. But I put a stop to that, giving Mike a hard slap on his posterior. This wasn’t his time to get off. it was mine. Mike would have to earn his jerk.

I taped his eyes shut and led his hands ot his dick. Mike didn’t need any more of a clue. He began stroking his cock and blue balls. He pulled down his underwear and jerked himself off. He was a lot better at it then I thought he would be while tied up and gagged.

I could hear the slight moans Mike always made when he was about to cum. I could always tell when he was about to get off. Mike had no clue how he gave himself away.

I pushed his hands away from his crotch right before he was about to climax. Mike’s pleas were muffled by the tape. He moaned like a sad little puppy.

“Not yet.” I promised. “I’m not done with you. Maybe later tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never if you don’t make me happy. ”

I then sat back on my chair, pulled my pants down to my ankles and enjoyed the show as Mike squirmed.

The End

Mike played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/15/2008

Bear In Peril

24 photos; 6:18 video

Ugh!  What happened?  Dean shook his head, his mind cloudy and confused.

The last he remembered was going to the bathroom. And then suddenly blackness

Wait, why couldn’t he move his hands?  Dean’s hands were secured behind his back!  His feet were similarly bound with thick white rope.

“MMmmmPh!  Mmmmmm!?”,  Dean tried to talk but a soggy cloth had been XXXX into his mouth forming an effective gag.

With great difficulty Dean rolled up onto his knees and then slowly got into a standing position.  He bunny hopped over to the door. He grabbed the knob with his bound hands, his plan to hop outside and maybe find help.  Unfortunately the door was locked.

Just then Dean heard noises on the other side of the door!

“MMMMMMM!  MmmmmmMMMpphhAmmmm!” Dean mumbled desperately through his gag.

The door swing open, knocking dean over to the ground>

“I am so glad you are finally awake”, a masked man said, looming over Dean’s bound form.

Dean played by Himself
The masked man played by Mister Ex

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/06/2015

Caught Out by FYU

28 photos

Dante had come home at the wrong time. Dressed in a t-shirt and pants, he had been at a bar and had failed to bring home anyone with him but little did he know what was in store for him when he stepped into the door.

"What the hell?" Dante panicked as he was about to face a nightmare.

A masked man pulled a concealed item on him. Dante could see that his place was trashed and the man was also carrying a bag with him.

The man dropped the bag and then slammed Dante against the closed door and put his hand over his mouth, while keeping the concealed item pointed at him.

"Shut up. Do you understand me? Nod if you do."

Dante nodded, afraid for his safety. The masked man moved his hand away from Dante's mouth, stepped back a little but kept the concealed item pointed on him.

"Good," the masked man smiled. "No heroics. Now turn around."

Dante hesitated for a moment and the masked man slapped him across the face in irritation.

"Do as you're fucking told, boy."

"Fuck you," Dante muttered uder his breath, but it was heard and he received another slap before turning around.

"If you move, I will hurt you."

The masked man kept the concealed item pointed on Dante at all times as he bent down into his bag and found a roll of white tape.

"What are you going to do to me?" Dante asked as the man placed the concealed item into his back pocket and proceeded to tape Dante's hands tightly behind his back.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" the masked man sounded smug, irritating Dante, who struggled with his restraints. His hands were tightly bound now. "You haven't even asked who I am."

""Why should I care who you are?"

That comment earned Dante a punch into the stomach and then he was dragged and made to sit on a chair.

The masked man removed his mask to reveal that it was Cliff, a man that Dante had gotten fired in the same company they worked for.

"How the -" Dante managed to get out before Cliff taped his mouth shut, all the way around his head twice to be sure.

Dante tried to kick out but Cliff grabbed his feet and taped them shut as well. Seeing Dante struggling and calling for help, despite being gagged, Cliff smiled at him.

"You ruined my life. Now I'm going to ruin yours."

And with that, Dante's eyes were taped shut and he was dragged to his bed room, struggling to no avail, unsure of what his fate was going to be.

Dante played by Stefano

Photography by Zac

Date of Production:10/25/2012

Nearly Naked Pt 2

21 photos; 5:24 video

Model: Charles

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/22/2013

Tatoo

25 photos; 3:30 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2007

The Super By Ivor Ciccone

25 photos

"Hello, Mike?", the voice of Chris, resident in apartment # 5, came huskily down the internal phone.

"Yeah, Chris, right? I'd recognise that deep voice of yours anywhere. How you enjoying your new apartment, dude?", asked Mike, who was land lord, security and care taker / janitor in the block.

"I'm loving it, man, but my electricity keeps tripping off, could you come take a look at it for me?", Chris lied.

"Sure, dude. I'll be right up."

Mike had no idea who the real Chris was. As far as he was concerned Chris was a regular guy with a regular job. Wrong! Chris was a thief of the highest degree, a very intelligent guy who had traveled from state to state, around America, moving into apartment blocks, getting himself familiar with the comings & goings of the residents, then emptying their homes of valuables while they were in work. He'd been residing in this particular block for a week and was ready to get to work. He knew that 80% of the tenants were out. And he knew that Mike, the land lord had keys to all of these properties. All he needed to do now was put the cute lookin' security guy on ice, this was Chris' favorite part of his "job"!

There was a XXXX on his door, then Mike opened it and leaned in.

"Hello, Chris?"

Before he knew what hit him Mike had a concealed item at his chest and Chris's hand over his mouth, gripping it tight.

"MMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFFF!"

"You're my property now, Supe!", Chris said, cruelly enjoying capturing poor, unsuspecting Mike.

"Take off your t-shirt, lets see your body".

Mike obliged, wondering where the hell this scene was going.

"Nice, dude, hairy... you a real man!", Chris mocked.

"Now sit down on that chair, boy."

Mike sat, fearing for his life. In no time Chris had the dude tightly bound in white ropes, hands behind his back, arms bound to his torso. Chris got Mike's t-shirt and gagged the land lord.

"Mmmm, you look really good like this, dude!"

"MMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFF!" was all the straight guy could manage with his mouth gagged with the thick white cloth.

"I got some things to attend to, Mikey, don't go anywhere, ok?"

"GGGGRRRRMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!"

Chris ran down to Mikes' office and grabbed the keys he needed, then went to apartment #1 and filled a couple of bags with jewelery, expensive appliances & valuables, then returned to his apartment to offload & grab some more bags.

"You been trying to escape, boy, I see", Chris exclaimed when he saw that Mike had gotten off his chair, he was kneeling on the floor.

"I'm obviously gonna have to put those legs of yours out of action", and with that Chris got out more rope and tightly bound the superintendent's legs together.

More "mmmmmpppppffffffff"ing was all Mike could muster as he rolled around, in bewilderment on the carpet! Chris left once again to fill more bags and once again returned to drop em off & collect more empties.

"Hmn, think we need to add another element to your captivity, dude", he said. And he hogtied the guy, binding his ankles tightly to his bound wrists.

"Have a fun time escapin' dude, I'll be seeing ya!", Chris said and made his final exit, taking all his bags to his car and dumping them then returning to the last apartment with no one home to clear that out.

Poor, roped, superintendent Mike struggled in the ropes admirably, but Chris the crook was obviously an old pro with the rope work. There was no escaping these bonds.

Desperate, Mike struggled over to the window to call for help. He managed to get his head between the blinds & the glass and he began to yell as loud as the stinky old rag in his mouth permitted.

But as he looked to the parking lot below, the only visible person was his captor, throwing bags into his trunk.

Chris happened to look up, as he saw Mikes' gagged face in the window a big, broad smile appeared on his face.

"Bye, supe!", Chris shouted and waved up at him before jumping into his Porsche and speeding away.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!"

The End

Mike played by Roy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/16/2002

Splits

13 photos; 2:59 video

Model: Hal

Photograph by John

Date of Production: 10/08/2006

At the Table by Fidellis

26 photos; 0:25 video

I ground my teeth in anger, but tried to keep my temper. For the hundredth time I regretted giving way to the entreaties of my friend Mike. Mike had been my best friend in college, and we still kept in touch with each other. Over the years I had heard the stories about his youngest brother, Jake. I vaguely remembered Jake as being an obnoxious little kid – he was about fifteen years younger than Mike. Even then I thought he was insufferable, but I didn’t think much about it. Little kids that age are hard to handle at the best of times. But it seemed as if Jake had kept up his reputation. Mike always referred to him as the spawn of Satan. Jake was always in trouble of some sort, at school or at home. He had flunked out of his first year at college, and then drifted around for a couple of years. Mike’s family had finally persuaded him to try school again, and as luck would have it, he was accepted at the university in my town. Mike begged me to keep an eye on him. Student housing was tight this year, and since the renovation of my house had cost more than I had expected, I agreed to rent a couple of rooms to Jake. What a mistake.

Jake was total pain in the ass. Immature, rude, obnoxious, rowdy…..the list went on and on. After just two weeks, I was ready to murder the kid. His idea of going to school was to party, party, party. I thought that he would have learned his lesson the first time around, but now that he was old enough to drink legally, classes seemed to be the last thing that he had on his mind. Partying and girls. He was a scrawny little runt, nothing like his brother, but he didn’t seem to have any trouble getting dates. I didn’t appreciate having strange young women wandering around my house at all hours of the day. Besides the partying and the girls, Jake was a slovenly pig. He had turned my kitchen into a pigsty within a couple of days, and I shuddered when I walked into his bathroom.

I hadn’t spent a fortune on having the old house fixed up, just to have it trashed by some immature punk. I tried talking to Jake, but he ignored me completely – he thought that he was doing me a big favor by renting those rooms. I didn’t need the money THAT much. The final straw came when I discovered that he had been raiding my liquor cabinet. My collection of single malt Scotch seemed to have evaporated, and to add insult to injury he had spilled booze all over the top of the mahogany cabinet, destroying the finish. My blood started to boil. Jake was going to have to be taught who was the boss in this house; he was going to learn to respect the rules I had laid down, and keep them. A fiendishly clever idea began brewing in my mind. I knew how to get his attention, and to keep it.

I sat in the living room, waiting for Jake to get home. The classes that he was supposed to be attending had been over for hours, but knowing him, he was probably sucking back beer at one of the campus pubs. Finally, I heard the door bang open, slamming into the newly plastered wall. I winced, but then thought "That will be the last time that happens."

"Jake, come in here. I want to talk to you about a serious matter." "Later, dude, I’ve phone calls to make, I’ll chat with you tomorrow." That was it. I jumped out of my chair and strode into the hall. I grabbed his shoulder as he started going up the stairs, and spun him around. "Hey man, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands off." "I’ll you tell you what I’m doing, Jake. I’m going to teach you how to respect other peoples property and to obey rules." I saw the startled look in his eyes as he noticed the piece of rope in my hand. He squawked as I hooked a foot around his ankles and propelled him forward. He fell to the floor with a satisfying crash. I jumped the kid, straddling him as I pulled his hands behind his back. He tried to get up, but my not inconsiderable weight kept him pinned to the floor. It only took me a minute to tie his hands behind his back. The rest of the rope could wait until we had reached our final destination. I dragged him to his feet, and tucking his head under my arm, I marched him into the dining room. He was complaining all the way, so once we had reached the dining room, I shoved him onto the table, on his back, and picked up a pair of his filthy briefs, which I had found hanging on the newel post of the banisters. I shoved them into his complaining mouth, all the way down his throat, and picked up my roll of electrical tape. A couple of pieces of that plastered across his mouth kept him quiet.

Once I had Jake shut up, I took his legs and heaved. The kid went slithering across the highly polished surface of the table. I had to grab his feet before he went over the edge. I took more rope, and wound it around his elbows and his torso, and then pulled him into a sitting position.

"GGMMMFUCKMMTHINKMUDONG? MMLEMMEMGOMNOW!"

“Temper, temper, Jake. This isn’t the way to behave when you’re tied up and gagged. It’s too bad that you wouldn’t listen civilly, when you had the chance. " I shoved him in the chest, and sent him sprawling backwards on the table. The little shit started drumming his heels on my newly refinished table. That really pissed me off. I flipped him onto his stomach and made short work of turning him into a tight little package. That hogtie should keep him from doing any more damage to my possessions.

"GGLEMMEGOMMARSHOLE! GGMUMCANTMMDOTHISMMEEE!!!"

" I can do whatever I feel like doing to you, Jake. Mom and Dad and big brother Mike won’t be pleased when they hear how you have been behaving. And if they get ticked off, what happens to your cash flow? I can’t see you holding down a job to pay for your tuition and rent, let alone all the partying that seems to be keeping you so busy. One word from me, and you’re out on your ear, kiddo."

I could see that I had his attention now, but my words seemed to make him even angrier. He started twisting and turning, howling through his gag. I was enjoying watching him suffer, but was getting concerned about my dining room table. I turned him over on his back, holding him in place, and made a threatening gesture with my fist, aimed straight at his exposed crotch. The thought that I might punch him in his balls had an immediate calming effect upon him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He had no way of knowing that I wouldn’t batter him into a pulp, but it gave me the chance to give the little creep a good dressing down.

I kept my fist clenched as I started talking to Jake. "Are you prepared to listen to me in a calm and rational manner? Speak up Jake, I can’t hear you." I leaned over and grabbed his hair with my other hand, giving his head a little shake. " Since you seem to have been struck speechless, I suppose that I’ll have to be satisfied with a simple nod for yes, and a shake for no. Do you understand me." He gave a little groan, and nodded his head. "Excellent, I’m so glad that we finally understand each other. Now, I’m going to explain to you how things are going to be from now on. And remember, one word from me and….no cash for you."

I gave him my spiel, explaining how there would be no late nights during the week, no strange girls in my house, no XXXX during the week (especially of my booze) and regular household chores that I expected to be done on a timely basis. He whimpered and nodded his head to each of my demands.

"Good boy. I knew that I could talk some sense into you. I’m going to leave you here for the night, so that you have time to think about all the ways that you have screwed up, and how you are going to do better in the future. If you are a very good boy, I’ll untie you in the morning; early enough for you to clean up the kitchen and make me breakfast. Night, night Jake."

I walked away, listening to him wail into his gag. I would make sure to pay him visits during the night to ensure that he was still nicely trussed up and gagged. I knew that he would thank me for the experience, eventually.

THE END

Jake played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/02/2003