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

Beach Boy Taken

29 photos; 4:48 video

Created 6/10/2015

Model: Damien

Snatch Part 3

23 photos; 4:14 video

Model: Donovan

Model: Ron Jefferies

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 4-17-2015

Hit That

26 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Dante

Photography by: Nick007

Date of Production: 5-19-2015

You Know What I Want by Caitiff

23 photos; 3:21 video

“Mmph! MMMM!”, Dave moaned and struggled. Shit, how did he let these things happen to him?

He remembered getting XXXX. How he and his friends had been remembering the old days on the wrestling team and the bondage games they they used to play. And how they had talked Dave into getting into his old singlet.

And when he woke up hung over, he found himself bound and gagged on the floor! What the hell!?!?

Damn his friends were as good with knots as ever. He couldn’t get loose. So instead he had spent the last few hours moaning as loud as he could for help.

Dave heard the door open. He should have been angry that his front door had been left unlocked but right now he was just happy that someone was here to free him.

“What’s this?”, A scruffy looking man gasped in surprise.

“Mmmm!”, Dave groaned for help.

“I guess you want to be untied, huh?”

“Mmmph!” Hell yes he wanted to get untied!

So why wasn’t he getting untied already?

....................................

Two hours later and Dave had yet to be untied. And the scruffy guy was sitting on his bed, staring at Dave. Dave was getting a bad feeling about this.

“Mmuumph mm mmuu mmnn?” Dave begged for the hundredth time.

“What do I want? Hmm, well let me think about that. I have a guy tied up and helpless. No one knows he is here. I can do anything I want to him..”

“Mmnn mmm!!”Dave begged.

”What’s in it fo me?”

Dave knew what this guy wanted. And he couldn't’ believe he was going to say what he was going to say. But what choice did he have?”

“Mmmll memm muu mumuk mmy mmimmk”?

“I can suck your dick?”

Dave nodded yes.

“I could do that now if I wanted. How would you stop me?”

“Mmmuu mmnn muuk mmee.”

“Fuck you? Well again, I could do that now. You ain't’ gonna stop me all tied up like that. And with that gag, no one would hear you.”

Sweat ran down Dave’s brow. IT was bad enough to be fucked. At least he could just lie back and let it happen. But to get free, Dave realized he would have to do something more.. active.

“Mmmlll mmmuuk mmooo mmmkk.”

“Suck my dick? You would do that?”

Dave nodded. Anything to get out of these ropes.

“And the balls?”

Dave nodded yes again.

“And will you swallow?”

Dave winced but he nodded again.

“Hmm, just to be sure. I am going to take off the tape. You will tell me what i want to hear. If you yell for help, you’ll be sorry.”

Dave’s mouth stung as the sticky tape was peeled off his mouth. The spit soaked rag underneath was taken out.

“I want to suck your dick”, Dave whispered, almost to faint to hear.

“Sorry. What?”

Dave took a deep breath and said, “I want to suck your dick!”

“And?”

“I want to suck you and have you fuck me and use me! Fuck me dammit! Fuck ..MMMMMPPHH!”, Dave was cut off as the gag was shoved back in his mouth. The scruffy guy then took out a edge.

Oh my God, Dave thought to himself. He braced for the worst.

The scruffy guy burst out laughing, “Oh man! The look on your face! Hahahahaha! Relax! I’m just here because your friends wanted me to make sure you were ok.. Here, use the edge to cut yourself free. ”

The man set the edge down on the floor where Dave could reach it and walked out.

Dave was going to hurt his friends when he saw them next.

The End

 

Dave played by Eric

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/06/2006

Sean Hanging Out

5:12 video

Special Video from ropermike.com

Screwed

19 photos; 5:21 video

Model: Rephael

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 5-30-2015

Hogtied Undies

21 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Garrett

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3/28/2015

Jeopardy by Fidelis

20 photos

"Alex, I'll pick World Capitals for eight hundred dollars."

"Mike, the question is"

Tony lay sprawled on the floor, watching TV. He was busy keeping score ­ if he had been a contestant, he would be winning. He had the sound on the television turned up high, competing with the noise of his neighbour's stereo so he didn't notice the faint rattling at the front door.

"Yes!!!!" Tony added another eight hundred dollars to his score. This guy was so slow ­ everyone knew that the capital of Uruguay was Montevideo. His glee was short-lived. His front door swung open, and a man brandishing a concealed item burst into his apartment.

"Who the fuck are ..?"

"On your knees, big boy. Hands over your head!"

With the concealed item pointed straight at him, Tony slowly got to his knees and raised his hands. He had no idea why this lunatic was in his apartment, but he wasn't going to argue him. Mrs. Rodriguez hadn't raised a stupid son.

The intruder whipped some rope out of his knapsack and started tying Tony's hands and arms behind his back. Then he pushed Tony down on his side, and bound his feet together.

"OK, big boy, where is it?"

"Where is what? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't play stupid with me, big boy. I know that you've got it. Where is it! Tell me or you'll be sorry."

The evil intruder started plucking out hairs from Tony's fuzzy chest.

"Ouch, stop! Pleeeezzze! Stop!"

"Ha, fuzzy wuzzy doesn't like this does he? Just tell me where it is, I'll take it and be gone. Otherwise fuzzy wuzzy won't have any hair."

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Honest! Just tell me what you're after."

"That was your last chance, big boy. Open up."

"No, please, don't.MMMMGGGGHHHHH."

Tony choked as the bad guy shoved a balled up bandanna into his mouth. He lay there helplessly as a white rag was tied tightly around his head, holding the bandanna in his mouth.

"That will keep you quiet. And then when I find it..you might wish that you had talked when you could."

Tony listened as the guy tore his apartment apart. He had no idea what this guy was looking for, but he knew that he had to get out of there, and fast. He struggled against his ropes, but they were tied too tightly for him to get loose. He tried yelling through his gag, but with combination of his TV and the stereo next door blaring away drowned out any noise that he could make. OK. Time for Plan B. Tony struggled to his feet. If he could just get outside, to the hallway, he would bang on doors until someone helped him. All he had to do was to reach the door, get it open and get into the hall. He took little hops, trying not to overbalance. He didn't want to fall down ­ the sound might alert the intruder. YES!!! He was at the door. Tony tried to open it, whimpering in frustration as his sweaty palms failed to get a grip on the doorknob. Finally, he managed to get a good hold on it, and somehow managed to turn it. He started to pull the door open, grunting with the effort. Just one more minute and he would be safe.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, big boy? You get right back here."

Tony could have wept with frustration as the intruder put his arms around him, and XXXX him back into the room. Why was the guy holding him so tight? And why was his hand down there? Hmmm. Tony blushed. Having that hand squeezing him down there was having an effect on him.

"Down you go, big guy."

Tony grunted as he was shoved down onto the floor. Ouch, that hurt.

"Gee, fuzzy wuzzy, it looks like I hit the wrong apartment. According to your drivers license, you aren't Mike Blas. And this isn't 14 Garden Grove. But since I've gone to all this trouble, I think that I deserve some recompense. Let's see what's inside those shorts."

Tony moaned as his underwear was pulled down and he felt a hand moving over his smooth butt cheeks. It was bad enough that he had missed the rest of Jeopardy, but now this guy was going to XXXX him. How much worse could this evening get?

THE END

 

Tony played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

My New Puppy by Gilroy

20 photos; 9:44 video

I so hated these rich boys , thinking they could do whatever they wanted, that they were so tough just because they had always had the money to get away with whatever they wanted.

So when I had a chance to get my hands on one, I took it.

Sam Nelson liked to bet big. To bad he also lost big. But unfortunately he didn't’ always pay back his debts. So a bookie friend asked me to teach young Sam a lesson.

“Sure” I said. I would teach a lesson or two.

The first part was the hard part. I waited until young Sam was alone and then grabbed him. I had learned a neck pinch move from a guy into martial arts. Sam went down like a sack of rocks. I was glad I was a big guy because otherwise I might not have been able to drag him to my van.

When I got him to my special house, the one I used for teaching uppity young punks “lessons’, I dragged him out and up to a bed room. I plopped his nice bubble butt into a chair. Sam was still out.

I hand cuffed his hands behind his back and then tied his feet to the chair. I tied some more of the black rope around his broad chest and to the chair. I had done this lots of time before. I knew how to make sure Sam didn't’ go anywhere.

“Oooohhhh”, Sam moaned. He was waking up. Just in time. I wanted him to be awake for this part.

The expression on his face was priceless. The poor schmuck had no idea that he had been XXXX. And even if he had, he would have just thought I wanted the money. He would was wrong. I had plenty of money. I wanted him.

“Mmm!”, I put my hand tightly over Sam’s mouth. Time he learned talking was a privilege he hadn’t earned. I did that for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of Sam squirming under me. However I had other things I needed to do to Sam. I needed both my hands free.

So I gagged Sam with a black cloth I found near by. It was still rolled dup and scummy from the last guy I had gagged with it. I wedged it between Sam’s lips and tied it secretly behind his head.

Sam made pitiful little moans through his gag, begging for mercy. It was so cute. It was like the kinky bondage version of finding a lost puppy.

However this puppy had yet to be trained. And he had way too much clothing. Pets had no need for clothes.

Sam would have jumped when he saw me pull out the scissors if he hadn’t been so securely tied to the chairs. He might have thought I was going to hurt him. Of course not but I did kind of appreciate the fear in his eyes.

It started with a snip and then a rip. And then whole lot of strip. That awful looking polo came first, exposing a nice chest. Seems Sam liked the tattoos.

Next came the khakis. I ripped and stripped, pulling large swaths of cloth off my struggling new puppy. I made to sure to touch his bare skin as I did so in the most intimate ways I could. I wanted Sam to understand that he was mine to do with as I pleased and there was nothing he could do about it.

Last came the underwear. Sam’s face was beet red, from fear, anger or embarrassment I couldn’t be sure. Probably all three. This was the e last weak defense against being totally vulnerable he had. Once his jockey’s were gone, he would be exposed.

I took my time, snipping a little here and a little there while I massaged his junk through the soft fabric. I wanted Sam to put on a good show.

Young Sam did not disappoint. It was well hung. It wasn’t monstrous but a good length and thickness. And Sam seemed to respond well to stimulation. His muffled cries through the gag said no but his dick had a completely different opinion.

If Sam took to his training, I thought I might just pay off his debts myself.

The End?

 

Sam Nelson played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:12/15/2010

Snatch Part 2

19 photos; 4:03 video

Model: Donovan

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 4-17-2015

XXXX Talk by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:44 video

In hindsight, Mark should have kept his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized the consequences of his actions. But his dad has cut him off and Mark was mad. The old man had tonnes of money. After a few beers, Mark’s better judgment took a holiday. he was bitching to his friends about sorry his dad would be if Mark were to be taken. Yeah that would show his dad. Mark and his new buddies could fake Mark’s takening and collect a huge wad of cash.

By the time the XXXX were finished with him, Mark was too XXXX to drive or barely stand. He hadn’t meant a word of what he had said, of course. But the guys he had met at the bar didn't’ know that. They decided right then a and there that Mark had a great idea.

They took the barely conscious Mark to Mark’s house. They would have to make it look realistic of course. So they tied Mark up. Lengths of rope were wound around Mark’s wrist, nice and tight. Then more rope was used to tie up Mark’s ankles. Now even if they put Mark on a polygraph, he could say honestly he was held prisoner.

Mark of course was still XXXX and didn't’ put up any kind of fight as he was bound hand and foot.

“Is that it? Should we wake him up?”

“No,we need to gag him too. It’s not bondage if he ain’t gagged. Hand me that bandanna over there.”

They stuffed the filthy rag into Mark’s mouth. They slapped duct tape over Mark’s mouth to make sure the bandanna stayed in. Then just to cover their bases they took an old t-shirt and tied around mark’s head to make sure that Mark couldn’t get the tape off.

“Uhh if he’s gagged, how will he tell us his plan?”

“Don't’ worry, the other shanghaier said, “He explained it all in the bar, remember? “

Following Mark’s rambling an barely coherent plan, the two men took pictures of Mark and then left to mail their demands to mark’s father. If things worked out as Mark said, they could just leave Mark here to be found later.

The men, still pretty XXXX, left mark bound and gagged on the bed.

“Mmmmm...”, by this time Mark was slowly coming out of his stupor.

The first thing Mark realized as he painfully came back to consciousness, was his head was pounding. The second was that he couldn’t move his hands nor feet.

“Mmmmffaa? Mmmmppphh!”, Mark let out an angry grunt, finding he was well gagged. There was a foul tasting rag shoved into his mouth. He tried to push it out with his tongue but there was tape holding it in, pressed tight against his face by another rag.

What the hell had happened last night? He could see waking up next to some strange woman but tied up?!

Mark began working at the ropes binding his hands but after several attempts could find no slack. Nor could he find any knots. The ropes around his feet were no less tight. All Mark could do was roll from side to side as he struggled to get free. But as he did it soon became more and more apparent that he wasn’t going to get free.

Hours passed with no luck. The rag in his mouth seemed like a solid lump of saliva. None of his neighbors seemed to heart his gagged cries for help. All he had really managed to do was slip his hands over his ass, leaving him in an even more uncomfortable position.

Then his phone rang. Mark couldn’t answer it of course. Finally the answering machine picked up.

“Mark, this is your father...”

“Mmmmmm!”, Mark grunted through his gag, even though he knew his father couldn't’ hear him.

His father continued, “ Do you think I’m an idiot? I cut you off and then I get a ransom demand? And the pics are you in your apartment?! Well forget it. It’s not going to work. Did you really think I’d never heard of that scam before? Shit it was Hawaii Five O for Christ’s sake. You can stay cut off until you’ve learned your lesson. And be grateful I didn't’ call the police. Your mother almost had them coming over to check your apartment.”

The phone hung up.

Mark did eventually get loose. But his father never did believe that Mark hadn’t arranged his own XXXX. And Mark never got XXXX at a bar again.

The End

 

Mark played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:08/20/2010

INTRUDER ALERT! by SoftTouch

29 photos; 4:34 video

I was having such a nice XXXX after my morning workout. I probably could have XXXX the whole morning away, but there was this strange computer voice right out of a science fiction movie screaming "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"

I promised myself that I wasn't going to watch science fiction any more and turned my head over onto the other side of the pillow, but that voice kept right on screaming into my ear "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"

Damn! I opened my eyes and rolled over and...

There were two guys dressed in dark coveralls with dark pantyhose masks pulled down over their faces standing right inside my bedroom door. The big one -- I'll call him the Rabbit because he had his pantyhose tied like two big ears standing on top of his head -- growled "He ain't supposed to be here!"

The little one -- I'll call him Dopey because the top of his pantyhose was just drooping over to one side of his head like Dopey's hat -- giggled in a high-pitched voice "Guess that's one on you Boss."

"Get him!" growled the Rabbit.

Before I could get my eyes all the way open, they both charged me. Strong hands grabbed me and pinned me down on my bed. "No, wait a minute, you can't--Mmmph!"

The Rabbit held me down while Dopey giggled and plastered strips of tape all over my mouth. And then everything started happening too fast for me as I felt their strong hands all over my body, and then there was rope -- lots and lots of rope -- and the next thing I knew my arms were tied and being stretched back to where my ankles were tied, and my whole body was bent up like a pretzel.

I struggled and I strained until I managed to roll over onto my back while I tried to beg past the sticky tape all over my lips for these strange intruders to please let me go. But I couldn't get any words past my plastered lips, only strange sounds like a little trapped animal makes. And then the Rabbit ran his big hand over my chest and his fingers plucked at my silver nipple ring.

"Nice jewelry," he sneered at me.

I think I screamed because I was sure that he was just going to rip that silver ring right out of my flesh, and I begged really hard with my eyes until his cruel fingers finally let go of me.

"Naw Singlet Boy, I've got a better idea for keeping you under control."

I sighed with relief and then screamed again into my sticky tape because now I could feel the Rabbit's strong fingers wrapped all around my crankshaft. He pulled on me really hard and stretched me all out until I thought I was going to faint from the pain. And then there was nothing I could do as I felt smaller ropes being wrapped all around my crank and my shaft. What was he going to do to me?

Then the Rabbit pulled my wrists and my ankles closer together and sharp pains shot through my arched back. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel his busy fingers tying those smaller ropes to my wrists and ankles. Then all of a sudden he let go of me. A screaming pain shot all through my body and tears jumped into my eyes.

My crankshaft was now tied to my wrists and my ankles so that every time I moved them even a little bit, a massive pain shot right through my crank.

"Yea, he'll behave now," the Rabbit growled. "Let's get the rest of that stuff loaded before somebody notices our van on the street."

Dopey and the Rabbit left me alone to suffer with my pain. I could hear them now more than see them as they hurried back and forth, stripping everything of value from my apartment, and carrying it all out to their van. I just lay there the whole time trying to move as little as possible while I tried to ignore the throbbing pain that was coming from my crankshaft.

What seemed like a long time later, Dopey came into my room and I guess he took a little pity on my because he untied my crankshaft and then retied the other ropes so that I could stretch out on my stomach. I thanked him behind my plastered lips and almost drifted back to XXXX before the Rabbit came into my room.

"What the hell'd you untie him for?"

The Rabbit pounced on me with both of his big hands and growled while he grabbed at my singlet and started to yank it right off of me. Then he shoved me back down onto the bed. "Don't just stand there!" he roared at Dopey. "Grab his ankles!"

Oh no, not again. Strong hands grabbing my body, cruel ropes, biting into my skin, a dull pain all through my arched back, and then the sharpest pain of all was once again screaming through my crankshaft.

"Happy XXXX-time Singlet Boy." The Rabbit laughed at me like a big bullfrog. And then Dopey joined in with his high-pitched giggle as they both went out of the room and left me all alone.

And those were the last sounds I heard for a very long time.

THE END

 

Model: Marco

Photography: Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/24/2009

A Well Deserved Spanking

19 photos; 4:46 video

Model: Raphael

Model: Cliff

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-28-2015

The Stool Pigeon by Caitiff

28 photos

Sidney was in trouble. It was probably the fact that he was tied up in a grungy basement that was his first clue.

“We know it was you, Sidney!”, the leader of Sydney’s Gang, Mickey, spat out.

“Look, I tell you it wasn’t me. I didn't’ tell the cops nothing!”

“I’m sick of this guy!”, Joey the gang’s muscle said as he grabbed Sidney’s head in a head lock and squeezed.

“It wasn’t me. I don't know what you think I said but..Mmmmmppphhh!”, Joey’s hand clamped over Sidney’s mouth. As much as he struggled, Sidney couldn’t break free of Joey’s vice like grip over his mouth. His protests came out as mumbled moans. Joey held on tight, cutting off Sidney’s air. Fortunately for Sidney, Joey didn't’ seem to want to actually kill Sidney. Yet. He let go as Sydney’s face began to turn blue.

Catching his breath, Sidney tried once more to defend himself.

“Look, I can’t be the guy who ratted us out because I..Ooph!, but once again Joey kept him from talking. This time Joey sucker punched him in the gut. Then to keep him quiet tape was put over Sidney’s mouth. Joey then grabbed Sidney by the neck and squeezed just enough to make sure that Sidney understood how fucked he was.

“No one wants to hear it. we know you went to the pigs last night.”

Last night?! Sidney had been screwing his girlfriend all of last night. She could vouch for him. But tape gagged, Sidney couldn’t tell them that. How the hell did these guys get the idea that he had gone to the cops anyway?

Sidney had his legs tied tightly together. Joey stared threateningly at Sidney.

“Don't’ even think of going anywhere, punk!”, Joey said.

“So what are we going to do with jabber jaws over there?”, another member of the gang asked.

”If my info is right, the cops are waiting for him to give them a signal before they move in. No signal, no cops. At least for a while.” Joey explained.

“So we keep him on ice. For now.”, Mickey said.

“And after?”

“I got some chains and cement in the back. Fishes won’t mind one more good meal.”, Joey said with a sneer. He seemed to be anxious to do Sidney in.

Bound and gagged, Sidney was a helpless spectator to the planning of his own demise. His one chance came when the gang went off to another room, confident that their captive wasn’t going to go anywhere. Sliding his ass off the stool, Sidney bunny hopped towards the back door. It was his only chance. The front of the house had his erstwhile partners. Unfortunately his captors weren't’ complete idiots. The back door was barred literally by a large metal pole. With his hands bound behind his back, Sidney doubted he could open the door. But if he didn’t he was fucked.

“Going some where?”, Joey whispered. Sidney jumped as mush as his bondage allowed. He hadn’t noticed Joey come down at all.

“You’ve been such a good sport, I almost feel guilty.”

Huh? What was Joey talking about? and why was she whispering? It was as if he didn't’ want the others to hear.

“Funny story. When Mickey found out there was a stool pigeon, I had to get a fall guy and you got picked. It was me that told them you went to the cops last night. But don't’ worry, I’’m not going to kill you. But you will be stuff in a trunk in the garage until the police can find you.”

That son of a bitch! But Sidney had no time to contemplate Joey’s confession. Behind them the rest of the gang was coming down the stairs.

“MmmmmmmPphh!””, Sidney moaned through his gag right before joey punched him in the jaw. Unable to defend himself, Sidney went down. Then Joey kneed him in the gut. Now stunned as well as bound and gagged, Sidney was meek as a sheep as Joey picked Sidney up over his shoulder and began to carry him out.

“Mmmmmm!”, Sidney moaned pitifully as he was carried away. The gag made sure that he couldn't repeat Joey’s confession.

“So long. have fun feeding the fishes, you rat bastard!” Mickey said as Joey carried Sidney away.

“don’t worry buddy, ”, Joey said mockingly as Sidney continued his vain struggle, “I’ll take care of your girlfriend. In fact, I’ll be hitting that piece of ass up tonight.”

And Sidney knew Joey wasn’t kidding.

The End

 

Sidney played by Mitch

Joey played by Rod

 

Date of Production: 11/15/2007

Snatch Part 1

32 photos; 6:04 video

Model: Ron Jefferies

Snatcher: Dean

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 4-17-2015

Spread and Exposed

20 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:09/14/2013

The Stud by Caitiff

32 photos; 3:09 video

Damn he was hot, Tony thought. All Johnny Cash in his black shirt and pants. He was a stud. a fucking hot as shit sexy as hell love machine and he was going to get so laid tonight! Tony sprayed on extra cologne with the pheromone musk.

Tony had struck out with all the secretaries at his work so he was surprised when one of them recommended a bar where the ladies were all looking to hook up. And if the women were as slutty as advertised, Tony had his little bag of helpers he had bought from his dealer. A combination of roofies and Spanish Fly the guy had said.

Tony carefully followed the directions to the bar. It was in a dark corner of town Tony had never gone too before. The whole place seemed somehow creepy. He could almost swear he saw two dudes holding hands and kissing as he drove by but pushed the thought out of his head. Why would a dude want to kiss another dude?

Finally he found the bar he was looking for, The MANdate. Weird name for a bar but the music sounded great. Tony could bust a move and impress the chicks.

Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be a lot of women here. It was a total sausage factory.

Finally he saw a hottie sitting by herself. That was weird because one would think that all the men here would have swarmed all over a hot piece of tail like that. But the other men in the bar didn’t seem to notice her. Oh well, Tony thought, their loss.

“Hey baby, what you doing here?”, Tony said smoothly. Or at least it was smooth in his own head.

“Uhh having a drink.”

“You know that glass ain’t the only thing you could wrap your lips around tonight.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Does that bar stool have a tongue? Funny, I do!”

“What the? Asshole, get away from me!”

Damn none of his best lines were working. Time for plan B. “Wait, I’m sorry. I was a jerk. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it and I’ll never bother you again.”

“Fine whatever.”, The woman rolled her eyes but went back to her drink.

Tony bought a fruity drink, the kind girls liked and before he got back to the table slipped one of the little white pills in his pocket into the glass. He laid the drink on the table. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

“Hey Did you slip something into my girls friend’s drink?”, A man accused Tony. wait, that wasn't’ a man, he had breasts.

“’What.. No! I don't’ know what you are talking about!” , Tony lied but by this time the bouncer had come over.

“This sleaze slipped something into My girlfriend’s drink!”

“Is that true sir?”

“No. Of course not. “

“Then why don't’ you take a drink. Prove it!”, the disturbingly mannish looking woman demanded. And why did she keep calling her friend her “girlfriend”? Wait a minute! The rusty gears behind Tony’s beetle brow slowly began to churn. Something weird was going on here.

“Uhh I don’t drink. I mean, that’s a fag drink. I mean...”, Tony was now drawing a crowd and for some reason they seemed to not like Tony. “Ok I put a little relaxer in there. So what? is that a crime?”

“Uhh yes. Yes it is..”, the Bouncer said as if talking to a small XXXX.

Sweat ran down Tony’s face. He had to get out of here. Quickly he rushed for the door... and didn't’ make even two feet before the bouncer gut punched him. Tony collapsed to the ground.

....

Tony awoke slowly. The first thing he noticed was his hands were tied behind his back. The second thing he noticed was when he tried exclaiming, “What the Fuck.” Instead only incoherent “mmphs” came out. Tape had been wrapped around his head, sealing his mouth. With difficulty Tony managed to get a sitting position.

“I’m not sure we should do this.”, Tony heard the bouncer say. Beside him was another man.

“I told you, ”, the other man said, “I cant’ afford to have the cops involved. They would love to use any excuse to shut this place down.

“Mmmpph!” Tony complained. Ok, so he tried to get laid in a less then ethical manner but that didn’t mean they could just tie his ass up like this.

“Tie his feet and then go. I’ll take care of this guy. don’t worry. he won’t say anything. not unless he wants to be dropped off at the police with that little bag of his. He has as much to lose as we do. More.”, the other man said and despite his struggles, Tony soon had his legs bound. The bouncer and his boss then left, leaving Tony alone in the bar’s back room to struggle and moan. He fought against the ropes but they held him tight. Tony tried to scream for help. But somehow he had the idea that even if he hadn’t been gagged, few would all that interested in helping him.

Tony stayed like that for hours in agony. Not just from being bound and helpless but because the roofies wasn’t the only XXXX he had purchased. The Viagra was kicking in and his dick rubbed against the fabric of his pants. He was horny as hell and now way to get off.

The bar owner came back in to check on his guest. He seemed about to say something but noticed the bulge in Tony’s trousers.

“Well, maybe you didn’t come to the wrong bar after all.”. Tony was XXXX to his feet. His eyes went wide as his fly was unzipped and his hard dick flipped right out. But the man did not stop at his penis. Tony’s short was unbuttoned and his hairy chest exposed. “Well, aren’t we the macho one. Always liked the chest hair. Smooth boys do nothing to for me.”, the man played with Tony’s nipple’s. Tony grunted in XXXX and rage as his chest and dick were played with. But bound and gagged, there was nothing Tony could do. His pants were pulled down and Tony’s molester seemed to take special delight in playing with tony’s balls as they flopped around. The man then took each of Tony’s bubble buns in his hands and rubbed them.

And to Tony’s XXXX, his dick only got harder. Tony had no interest in being felt up by another guy. But his dick wouldn’t go down. And the pressure was getting worse. The bar owner seemed to know exactly where to put his hands. Except every time Tony was sure he would explode, the bar owner moved to a new spot on his body. Tony grunted in rage at the frustration.

Tony was whirled around and his ass slapped hard. “Sorry buddy but I think you owe everyone something before you get yours. But don't’ worry. You’ll get laid tonight. One way or the other. I couldn't’ forgive myself if I let an ass that nice get away.”

Tony’s eyes went wide at that statement. he was pushed back onto the table and left alone again. Desperately he struggled again in his ropes and as before he remained as tied up as ever. And any minute a bar full of horny gay guys was going to fuck him! What the hell was he going to do?!

Back in the bar the owner sat down to get a drink.

“You really going to have fun with that guy?”, the bartender asked.

“Good God I’m tempted. An ass like that is wasted on a straight dude. But no. Let him stew for a while, worrying about it though. Serve the bastard right. we’ll let him go in the morning.”

The next day Tony almost got fired for being so late to work. But he was a lot more respectful towards woman ever since.

The End

 

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/21/2008

Good Neighbor Policy by Kurt

26 photos; 2:21 video

There he was, XXXX like a little blond angel. And here I was, in his living room, with a pile of rope and a dirty mind. Patrick and I had become buddies over the past 6 months, and one time after a few (quite a few) beers, he had let it slip that he was turned on by the idea of being overpowered by another guy. He had gone to great lengths explaining how it was not a sexual thing, that he liked chicks, etc. etc., but that he had this weird kink about being jumped and tied up by a strange guy since he was a kid.

We had exchanged keys to each other's places, so gaining access was no problem. It was a matter of timing. I wanted to catch him unexpectedly, and help him live out his fantasy. Being a frustrated actor, I knew I'd enjoy playing the role of the bad guy, and he could relax knowing it was me and enjoy his fantasy to the fullest. But I had no intention of playing around with the bondage. That part was going to be real. You see, I get turned on by bound guys, too!

My lean, blond friend awoke almost immediately when I clamped my hand over his mouth. The panicked expression on his face was priceless, and I couldn't help smiling as I growled out my lines.

"Do as I say and you won't get hurt, got it, punk?"

"Mmmpphhh!"

A quick flip and he was off the sofa and onto the carpet. Enjoying every moment, I whipped some rope around his wrists and knotted it off.

"C'mon, man, what are you doing?" whined my surprised prey when I released my hand from his mouth.

"Shut up!" I replied as I pulled a red bandanna from my back pocket and jammed it into his mouth, pulling it as tightly as I could behind his head and double-knotting it.

I had to admit he looked as cute as hell lying there in his striped pajama bottoms with the red cloth gag contrasting so nicely with his bright blond hair.

Unraveling a few more coils of rope, I took my time hogtying him. I enjoyed the hot grunts he made as the ropes were pulled tight, contorting his body into an arc. He began to roll around, struggling to find any looseness, but there was none. I'd been tying knots ever since Cub Scout days, and he wasn't getting out till I let him out.

I took his place on the sofa and watched the show, enjoying every twist and roll and grunt until the poor guy exhausted himself. I taunted him, staying in character as best as I could, and the quizzical look on his face as he struggled in true bondage for the first time was funny and sexy at the same time.

"Well, buddy," I said, finally, "I guess you could always break into my place next week."

The End

 

Ritchie played by DJ

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:03/14/2006