DON'T GIGGLE ME by SoftTouch Pt 2

1:28 video

Craig played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/04/2005

DON'T GIGGLE ME by SoftTouch

25 photos; 3:15 video

          “We have ways of making you talk.”

Craig looked up at the dark figure towering over him and shuddered. The dark figure didn't have a face because he had a dark silk stocking mask pulled down over his head which completely distorted his features. There were two holes cut in the stocking mask for the man’s eyes, but that didn't help Craig much. Those eyes were dark, metallic and looked very cruel and now Craig was wishing that he was someplace else.

Craig’s life had seemed so promising when he walked out of Dreamland Inc. just after dark. It had been a hard, but rewarding week and Craig was looking forward to the weekend. But when he reached his car a dark figure suddenly materialized beside him and shoved the snout of a concealed item against Craig’s ribs. At first the concealed item barrel kind of tickled him and Craig started to smile, but then Stocking face had shoved the concealed item barrel harder against him.

“I need your complete cooperation Craig,” Stocking Face growled into his ear.

After that it was a swirl of confusion as Craig found himself being shoved onto the back seat of his car, then came the ropes wrapping him up tighter and tighter until he could hardly breathe, and then layer after layer of tape was being pressed over his mouth so that he couldn't complain while a dark hood was pulled down over his head.

“Now I want you to lie very still,” Stocking Face had growled while he pushed Craig down onto the floor. “If you don't, I have other more painful ways of controlling your behavior.”

Craig didn't like the sound of that so he had remained very quiet and very still until finally they arrived here, wherever here was, and Stocking Face had pulled the dark hood off of Craig’s head.

“Tell me everything you know about Project Bluebell,” Stocking Face commanded.

Craig shook his head slowly from side to side and hummed a sad song behind his taped-over lips. He couldn't tell him about Project Bluebell. That was Top Secret and Craig would lose his job. But Stocking Face just laughed at him.

“I was hoping that you would be stubborn. I really like it when my subjects try to resist me. But I am also very patient so I will give you a little time to think it over. Just don't try my patience too much if you know what is good for you.”

Craig watched with big eyes while Stocking Face walked out of the room and closed the door. Craig couldn't believe it. They had actually left him alone. Now was his chance to escape.

But Craig had no idea that this room was completely monitored by video cameras and microphones, and he couldn't know that even now a smiling Stocking Face was sitting in his control room and watching and listening to all of Craig’s pitiful moans and struggles.

So Craig tried as hard as he could. He strained his muscles against the tight ropes, and clawed his fingers at the many knots, and rolled all around on the floor trying to find some way to escape from this terrible trap that he had fallen into. But aside from nearly pulling a couple of muscles and breaking the zipper on his trousers, a sweating Craig was no nearer escaping than when he started. And then the door opened.

“Oh my, my, I see that you have had a little accident,” the cruel Stocking Face laughed at him and then Craig began to blush as he looked down at his broken zipper and saw how exposed he was now.

“Yes, very interesting,” Stocking Face purred as he knelt down and ran his big hand into the drafty opening between Craig’s legs. Craig screamed behind his gag and tried to pull away, but Stocking Face’s strong fingers wrapped themselves around Craig’s main organ and then began to give it little squeezes. Craig gasped and moaned as he felt himself starting to stiffen against the strange hand.

“It always fascinates me to see how some people respond to being tied up like this,” Stocking Face mused. “But that is not what we are here for. We are here so that you can tell me all about Project Bluebell.”

Craig blinked the tears out of his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side while he begged Stocking Face to please let him go. He couldn't tell him about the secret project. He had taken an oath not to do that.

“I see,” Stocking Face sighed. “Well we had better tie you in a different position. I wouldn't want you to going into shock or something before you tell me what I want to know.”

Craig wanted to resist, but by now he was too weak and emotionally drained to even try. He could only watch while the cruel Stocking Face rebound Craig’s hands together in front of him. Then Stocking Face kind of laughed while he dragged Craig’s unresisting body across the hard floor and then lifted up Craig’s legs so that they were propped up against a pillar.

Then Stocking Face took his time and enjoyed his work while he wrapped and tied rope after rope around Craig’s legs and the pillar until Craig’s legs were completely splinted to the wooden column. Then Craig sighed a little through his nose because he thought that Stocking Face’s torments were over. But Stocking Face was only just getting started.

“My, what nice shoes you have,” Stocking Face taunted Craig.

Craig watched in confusion from the floor where he was lying while Stocking Face took his time untying each of Craig’s shoes and then pulling them off of his feet.

“My, what nice black nylon stockings you have.”

Too late, Craig realized where Stocking Face was going to go next. Craig huffed and grunted behind his gag and tried to pull his feet away from the pillar, but now it was too late. Stocking Face laughed and then ran just the balls of his fingers lightly over the soles of Craig’s stocking feet.

Craig shrieked behind his gag and his whole body jumped like he was having a heart attack.

“Yes, very interesting,” Stocking Face chuckled.

“No, no please, don't giggle me,” Craig begged very sincerely behind the layers of tape that were sealing his lips.

And that was just what Stocking Face wanted to hear. So then he began a very carefully calculated tickle attack on Craig’s trapped feet and poor Craig was transported into a different world as his body convulsed and shook and vibrated while his throat filled up with a cascade of shrieks and giggles and gasps until he could hardly breathe.

Something like a painful eternity later, Stocking Face finally paused in his attack.

“Now will you tell me about Project Bluebell?”

Tears were streaming down Craig’s cheeks and his breath was coming in ragged gasps, but he still shook his head from side to side and refused to give in.

That delighted Stocking Face. “You have courage young man. That is very good. I have been looking for a young man with courage to try out my new therapy on.”

Craig blinked tears out of his eyes and watched from the floor while Stocking Face fairly danced over to the other side of the room. Then he pulled aside a large drape cover to reveal a sectioned exam table that was all surfaced in padded leather and fitted with an assortment of hard leather straps. And surrounding the exam table Craig could see a family of electronic and mechanical machines that were fitted with all sorts of strange looking probing fingers.

“Once I get your clothes off, I think we are going to have a lot of fun finding out just what you know,” Stocking Face chortled.

Craig sighed and swallowed hard while his main organ gave a sudden twitch. He had no idea that the computer game business could be so exciting or so dangerous.

THE END

Craig played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/04/2005

The Enemy by Alai

39 photos

Alan was always the big man on campus. From an early age, he was always a ladie’s man, quite the athlete, and an instant political leader in just about anything he put himself in charge of. 
YEESS!!! HE Thought THE WORLD REVOLVED AROUND HIM! Even his teachers were submitting to his theories and speeches on world government and global peace strategies. Every day I walk into class, there is Alan with all his girlfriends around him telling him how good he looks and trying to convincing him to one of them them to the senior prom. It was just agonizing to listen to his bullshit all the time.


You may be asking why I hate him so much? Well, back in grade school, Alan was a shy little bastard. I thought it was funny that he was smaller than everybody else his age, so for my own pleasure, myself,’The Ratî’ the king of the sixth grade, punished him severely in front of everyone. One day, I backed Alan into a corner and beat the crap out of him during gym because he challenged me to a duel. I punched him repeatedly in the ribcage and watched him gasp for air over and over again. Afterwards, when he was about to faint, I hoisted him up by his hair and XXXX him out cold on the ground. His nose was bleeding on the pavement. 

“He is finally out of his misery!” Alan’s motionless body made me think he was dead, but I just didn’t care. Feeling good for what I had done to him, I faced the other students with my sounds of victory, then the unexpected happened. A foot came crashing into my breastbone like a thousand locomotives hitting me all at once! I fell to the ground in shock feeling absolute pain and began to cry. There was Alan standing over me with his bloody nose dripping all over my face. He grabbed my shirt, his eyes angry with rage, and raised his hand like to karate chop me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was going to make chop suey out of me and I did not see it coming. Then in front of everyone, I cried out “Finish Me!” I hoped that I would go out of this pathetic world with honor, but he picked me up, grasped my jugular, and said: “ If you ever attempt to harm me or any other person again, I will personally see to it that your finished!” He droped me to the ground and walks away. Ever since that day, Alanís confidence level increased ten fold and no one dared to get in his way. For myself, my reputation was finished, and my gang of followers all became Alanís best friends. I was outraged. I expected to be remembered as a martyr, but instead I became the outcast of the school while Alan became Hegemon of the Sixth Grade. 


Over the years up through our senior year, I watched Alan beef up into a popular jock who always get his way in everything. His amazing muscular body attracted all the girls worth asking out, and they could not stop falling all over him. His tight circle of friends, my former ìrats,î served as bodyguards that kept everyone at bay. He was being treated like the President of the United States and all I get was snotty remarks about how unattractive I look or how displeasing I am to talk with. Then the last toothpick fell when Alan asked my girlfriend to the prom and she dumped me right there in the fuckin classroom! I had no other alternative to control my anger, but I waited until after school to let it all out.

Then a sickening idea came to my mind. What if Alan suddenly disappeared out of existence; then I will have my kingship knighted upon me once again, and everybody will forget about Alanís stupid hegemonial debates and follow me. Hey, what a great idea! Alan was always the last one to return from his track practices, so I rounded up my remaining friends and waited for him to return to the locker room.    


How EVIL I was. When the time is right, we’ll grab him and teach him a lesson he will never forget!
We all stood there in the back room waiting for Alan to be alone. There he was, exhausted and dead tired; perfect, he wouldn’t have enough energy to fight back once he discovers what we have in store for him. We decided to let Alan freshen up first, and when he was about to leave, we made our move silently, but quickly. Alan tried to open the door, but it was locked. Then from behind, I jumped up and did a body wedge right on his back. Alan fell to the ground HARD, nearly breaking his front teeth in the process. He screamed out loud for help, but I just kneeled on his upper back and pressed sharply downward into his spine. Alanís arms were disabled instantly and he was weak. The guys came over with some bungee cords and bungeed him up securely and tied his wrists tightly behind his back. We pulled him up to gagged Alan with his dirty t-shirt from the laundry and took out some thick yellow rope and wrapped one end around his neck several times and tied his throat up so he XXXX on himself if he tries to talk. We carried him outside to the car through the back door and threw him in the trunk.

Poor modest Alan did not understand why we were doing this to him. He twisted and turned violently in the trunk trying to undo the bungee rope that wrapped so tightly around his now sore wrists, cutting off his circulation. I could hear him moan in pain through his gag and I enjoyed every minute of it. Alan felt weaker with his sore upper back, and his shoulders stung him hard as he moved them. We got to my place and pulled Alan out of the trunk. 
”MMMMMLLEETMEEGO!”

The guys held him while I walked up and Alan got scared to see that it was me. 
“So you thought you would take it upon yourself to finish me if I hurt you again, YOU LIAR!” Alan was frantic. ”Now I have you all tied up for my enjoyment, and I will personally break you one piece at time!” Then his gag fell off and Alan made one last attempt to save himself and screamed for help. I immediately pulled out my Gerber and pressed it into his throat’s skin to cut off his voice box. Alan tried to swallow to clear his throat, but the XXXX of the knife was cutting into his tender skin with every gulp he did. ”No one here can hear you scream, so don’t even try. I don’t want to kill you Alan, but guys like you really piss me off!” I tied the rope tighter around his Adam’s apple, and Alan gagged as we dragged him upstairs to begin his ordeal. 

Once inside, I untied his neck to let him talk. ”What do you want with me, what did I ever do to you?” 
”Don’t set yourself to look innocent in front of me Alan, it won’t work.” Alan swallowed and made a loud gulp as he did. ”Still don’t know why you are in this situation, do you? Do you remember the day when you threatened me Alan?”
Alan said, “You threatened me!” 
This really pissed me off. ”No, I just put you out of your misery, and when you surprised me with that karate kick of yours, that was just sweet, but I never threatened to kill you, did I?” 
Alan realized what he has done. ”Soorrry,” he said weeping.


 ”Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I was just going to leave you alone about the whole thing, but when you asked my girlfriend to the prom behind me back, YOU BACKSTABBER, I had to teach you a lesson, and now you will be lucky if you get out of this alive. I am going to enjoy fucking you up!” Rat turned to his subjects, “Tape him up” Alan pulled against the ropes with all his might. This was his last chance before he was captured, but the cords would not loosen. The rats kicked his knees in and Alan fell.

“AAAAHHHH! NOOOOOMMHHPPPPP!” They taped him up so he could not even sob himself for what they were about to do to him. They tied his ankles to a small table and tightened his wrists cutting off more circulation in his hands.  
Rat came up to him and rubbed his knife across his tender throat, feeling his was down his chest and began to rub Alan’s body to calm him down. ”Awe, you look so cute tied up on my table, and your muscles are all tensed up; should I loosen them up for you?”
“MMMMMMHHHHHPPPPPPPP” 

”What that you say kid? Do it some more, ok, if you insist.î Rat began to squeeze Alanís tightly tense muscles hard to cause him pain. He grabbed Alanís breasts and compressed them inward. Alan groaned as his nipples started to sore. Then Rat slapped his back to make it sting, making Alan’s face turn all red. ”Are you blushing at me boy?” Alan shook his head, and he started to jerk the table back and forth to possibly break it and free his legs, but his ankles were even sorer in the process. He was sobbing all over the place begging to Rat to show mercy to him. He was so sorry for what he had done, and he tried to show that through his duct tapped mouth with every ounce of energy he could give, but Rat pulled his head up and felt Alanís sweaty throat and rubbed it back and forth, trying to relax him before Alan had a panic attack. 

“Ok Alan, I’ll put the knife away if that frightens you, but we need to restrict your movement, or your doing to hurt yourself.” The rats pulled some more rope and tied his chest and torso up to the point that Alan couldnít move his arms. The guy was still restless; he wanted out of here, and he showed it! ”Guys, It’s getting late; lets get some munchies and weíll take this to the next level when we return. One of the rats said, ìBut I want to play with him. I want to watch him suffer like we suffered all these years! Donít worry my fellow friends, he is not going anywhere; you will have plenty of time with him later, I guarantee. Let him fatigue himself out while we’re gone; he has too much energy to resist what were going to do to him!” They left and Alan was alone. 

He had another chance, and Alan wasted no time trying to take advantage of it. What were they going to do him when they returned, he was so terrified to think about it. All he could focus on was getting away before they got back. Alan got his torso loosened up and was able to move around a bit more. Progress, now he needed to reach his feet, but the table didn’t allow it. So all Alan could work on was his wrists, but his hands were so sore that he could barely move them. He didnít care, it was a matter of life and XXXX, and if he did not get out now, he was sure to be history. His hand started to bleed and he had no energy to go on. Rat really knew his knots, he was a boy scout, great, they taught him well! He fell to the floor and tried once more to loosen his ankles, no use, he gave up and began to pray for forgiveness for what he have done to Rat, hoping that he will let him go when they returned.

They returned to find Alan toppled over with his bloody hands. Rat laughed and untied him, but Alan was too weak to resist. ”Awe the poor guy cut himself while we were gone” They washed his wrists and wrapped them in cloth, then retied them in front of Alan. Then he tied his ankles together and the guys started their playtime. All Alan could do was do what they wanted him to do and hope that he will live through it. He was hungry and dehydrated.

“Lets take this to the next level. Oh, Alan, how cute you look, submitting to me with your begging not to hurt me look, awe how cute, but I know your faking it!” The other guys came around him and began to take him down slowly by hitting Alan where it hurt the most. ”Lets take that itchy shirt off!” They took off his long sleeved shirt and tied it around him. Then Rat pulled his tank top over his head and tied Alanís chest tightly with rope immobilizing his arms completely. Alan squirmed with all his might and fell to the floor and hit himself in the head. ”Better get him back on the table.” Alan murmured .

“MMMMMNNNNOOOOO!” 
”Letís see the rest of him.” They stripped him completely naked and Rat saw that Alan’s genitals were stiffened. “You got morning wood! Right on dude!” Alan groaned through his gag as Rat took some bungee wrap and tied Alanís balls up so they were nice and hard to the touch. Alan was so embarrassed and humiliated to be like this in public. 
Then they tied his hands behind his back and left him there the next morning to go to school. Alan had no energy and he just wished he was dead, so he can be with his long forgotten mother he has missed for so long. Were they going to kill him when they got back; he had no motivation to live and he just lay there and XXXX. Suddenly the door opened and it woke Alan up. He prepared himself for the worst but was shocked to see it was a police officer. The gang had been arrested. His coach lived next door to Rat and heard him scream that morning. When Alan was mysteriously absent, he called the police. Alan was shaking rapidly. They untied him and covered him up with a blanket; Alan could barely walk, and his coach carried him home and took care of him that night. When Alan awoke the next day, his dad was there and Alan was so upset at himself. The coach told him that Rat and his gang were going to prison for life, and Alan cried out loud for forgiveness and his dad asked him why. ”Because he punished me when I threaten to kill Rat when he hurt me long ago.” Then his friends, Ratís former gang members from grade school, all came in the room and hugged Alan and told him why Rat was going to prison and that Alan did nothing wrong on his part. They apologized that they never saw Ratís attack coming when it did, and they felt bad that they were involved with Alanís initial attack in sixth grade. Alan forgave them all and leaned a powerful lesson that day. His dad whispered an Arabian phrase in his ear that meant peace be with you and with others, “Salaam,” and Alan remembered who he really was, and he will never be a judge to others ever again. Thank God for perfect attendance.

Alan played by Alai 
Photography and Ropework Anonymous
Story by Alai,  inspired from a personal experience
and a novel written by Orson Scott Card called Enderís Game

Date of Production: 09/10/2004

Turn Up the Heat by Soft Touch

22 photos; 2:08 video

 “You wanted to see me Jessup?”
            Mister Franks looked impatient as he usually was while he stood in the open doorway to Mister Jessup’s apartment.
            “Yea, there’s something I want to show you.”
            Mister Franks brushed right by Jessup and walked into the apartment like he owned the place, which he did, just like he owned a lot of places.  “Okay, but I don't have much time.  I have other things to do today, you know?”
            Suddenly Mister Franks felt a sharp bee sting on his arm.  “Ow!  What the hell?”
            Mister Franks grabbed his arm and tried to rub the pain away while he turned around to confront Jessup.  “What was that?  What did you do to me?”
            But Jessup just smiled and watched while a strange expression came onto Mister Franks’ face.

            Mister Franks opened his mouth to say more, but instead a small moan escaped from his mouth as a sudden wave of dizziness ran through his body and his vision began to blur.
            Easy now, Mister Franks,” Jessup said in a real friendly way.  “Why don't you have a seat right here?”
            And Mister Franks found that he had no power to resist while Jessup pushed him down to have a seat on a hard chair.
            “There, that’s better, now let me make you more comfortable,” Jessup purred into the confused Mister Franks’ ear.  Then Jessup pulled Mister Franks’ unresisting arms behind his back and then began lashing his wrists together with some rope.
            “What…?  What is that?  Is that rope?” Mister Franks’ speech was slurred and he was having trouble focusing his eyes.
            “Don’t try to talk any more, Mister Franks.  I'll do all of the talking.” Jessup purred some more as he XXXX Mister Franks’ slack mouth open a then drew an old paint rag between the landlord’s teeth.


            Mister Franks tried to resist, but now it was like everything was happening to him in slow motion and he couldn't summon up any strength in any of his muscles.  He could only loll his head back and forth while Jessup tied the rag tight behind the landlord’s neck.
            “Your feet must be tired after climbing all those stairs,” Jessup observed.  “But I can fix that.”
            Mister Franks looked down and watched while Jessup pulled off his shoes and socks.  And then there was nothing he could do to stop Jessup from wrapping and tying some more rope around his bare ankles.
            Then suddenly Jessup grabbed the front of Mister Franks’ shirt and made him look up at him.  “There, now I think I got your undivided attention!” Jessup growled angrily.
            Mister Franks tried pulling his hands free from the tight ropes, but he couldn't do it.  And then he tried to protest into the roll of rag that was dividing his teeth, but Jessup just ignored him.

            “For more than a month now I've been telling you that it is too cold in this apartment, but you don't listen!  Well starting now I'm going to give you a little demonstration.”
            Mister Franks shook his head slowly from side to side and tried to tell Jessup that this apartment wasn't any colder than any of the other apartments in this building.  Oil was getting really expensive.
            But Jessup didn't pay any attention to Mister Franks’ garbled words.  Instead he was not too gentle as he turned Franks’ head to look at a big thermometer that was mounted on the wall.  “You look at that.  Look at it!” Jessup commanded.
            And then right before Mister Franks’ eyes he saw the red marking on the thermometer drop down from 55 to 50 degrees.  And then it began falling even lower.
            “Right now it is fairly warm here,” Jessup told him.  “But that won't last long.”
            Mister Franks’ heart sunk while he watched the red mark reach 45 degrees.


            “So I am going to emphasize my point by letting you see just how cold it gets in here!”
            Mister Franks shook his head frantically from side to side and almost choked on the juicy rag that was filling up his mouth.  He didn't like the cold!
            “I don't want you disturbing the neighbors.  That wouldn't be polite.  So first I'm going quiet that big mouth of yours.”
            Mister Franks shrunk back in the chair, but there was no escape as Jessup tore off a wide strip of green marking tape and then plastered it all over Mister Franks’ rag-parted lips and cheeks.
            “And you don't need to look at that thermometer no more.  Pretty soon your body’s going to know just how cold it gets in here.”  Jessup pulled off Mister Franks’ eyeglasses and set them on a counter.
            Mister Franks looked around with his blurry eyes and hummed behind his ragged and plastered lips that he couldn't see without his glasses.


            “Best you close those eyes now,” Jessup warned.
            Mister Franks’ looked up and saw a blurry band of green tape coming toward his eyes.  Then he closed his eyes just in time and moaned a little in fear as he felt that sticky tape pressing down over his eyelids and eyebrows to seal them closed tight and dark.
            “Now I'm going to get my blanket wrap and my crossword puzzle and enjoy a little peace and quiet.  And that’s what I want you to be, real quiet.  So don't even think about making a sound in here until I come back.”
            Mister Franks squirmed in the chair and moaned into his gag.  Jessup couldn't just leave him like this!
            “Maybe when I come back you'll be ready to tell me that you're going to turn up the heat.”


            Mister Franks heard Jessup’s footsteps going into the other room.  Then it became very quiet until Mister Franks began to hear a strange chattering sound.  At first Mister Franks couldn't figure out where that sound was coming from.  But then he realized that it was his own teeth chattering together.  And then he felt a cold draft running up over his bare ankles and then on up over his whole body.
            And pretty soon the only sounds you could hear in the quiet room were the chattering of Mister Franks’ teeth and the creaking of the old chair as Mister Franks began to shiver and shake more and more.
 

Mr. Frank played by Todd

Photography by Caitiff

Donovan's Gambling Problems Pt 2

5:27 video

Model: Donovan

Model: Rex

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 5-31-2015

Prisoner of War by Caitiff

27 photos; 3:56 video

    “Get the fuck down, soldier boy!”, one of Vic’s capters said as he shoved the young Airman down the steps into a musty basement.  With his hands bound behind his back, Vic could do litle to resist.  Noe to gently, Vic was XXXX to his knees.
    “Watch it mother fuckers!, “Vic snarled.

    “We need to shut that smart mouth of yours, shit head!” 
    Vic soon found himself gagged with layers of tape wrapped around his head.  Angrily he glared at the men who now held him
    “Not so smart now that you’re tied up like a pig and gagged, are you, shit head?”
    “Mmmpph!” Vic grunted as he struggled to get loose. He strained and tensed his muscles but to no avail.  The ropes held him fast. The gag made sure he couldn’t even bitch about it.
    The captors pushed thier helpless charge onto the dusty concrete floor and took turns laughing and sucker punching him.  They wiped thier boots on his uniform and called him a pussy for not getting free.  One of them even suggested taking out thier dicks and each taking turns rubbing them in Vic’s face but no one took it seriously.
    Vic remained defiant, kicking athis kidnappers and grunting unintelligable obscenties.  This only made the men laugh.

    Whether to further hamper Vic’s fighting back or justbecuase they could, they tied his legs toegther atthe knees and ankles.  Now he couldn’t even kick much less run away.  Then the abuse continued for what seemed an eternity.    More sucker punches and playful kicks and  side remarks about how Vic musthave liked being bound and gagged by a bunch of guys.
    Eventually the men seemed ot grow bored with thier bondage entertainment.  One by one they mosied out of the room until finally the ring leader was left.
    “Ok, you getloose and manage to getpastus, maybe you get out of here.  Otherewise your ass is grass.  Got me, shit head?”
    Vic grunted his assent. What choice did he have?  This was his only chance.  The ring leader soon left Vic to his own devices.
    Vic went to work but he had no more luck then when they had first captured him.  His wrists were rubbed raw.  The gag muffled all of his threats.  He was helpless.  But damni it, he wouldn’t give up.  There had to be a way to get free before his capters came back.
    Unfortunately there was not. And as Vic struggled, the less energy he had left until without even realising it, he dozed off.  He had no idea how long he XXXX bound and gagged on the floor.  Not until he was kicked awake bythe ring leader, Staff Sergeant Linderman.
    “Damn it shit head. There is no place you won’t fall  asleep?  Well I gave you your chance.  Since you seem to like bondage so much, you can stay this way for the rest of the day.  You have today off anyway so for once no one will notice or care that you aren’t around!”
    “Mmmmmmoooooommnnn!”, Vic grunted in protest.

XXXX and Tying by JMZ

26 photos; 3:44 video

         

            The plan was in motion. I needed to focus and not make stupid mistakes. I had planned this for months. I had worked for Mark for several years. We were good friends at one point, and worked side by side for years. We worked the trenches together and always had respect for one another. Then after all our hard work our opportunity came, we going to be promoted.

            We were so excited. The powers that be decided to split the managerial position into two jobs to alleviate some of the stress. Our former boss decided to quit and spend time with his family. I had waited for this opportunity for three years. Then the unspeakable happened, management informed they had changed their minds and decided due to costs it was not economically sound to pay two salaries for one position. They decided to go with Mark for the position. I was beside myself with anger. I had lead most of the projects we had collaborated on, and it seemed that I should be the obvious choice. However after a couple of weeks of stewing I accepted the decision and stared my new project with Mark as my manager.
 

           Throughout the office rumors began flying about Mark’s dictator style of managing. I was one of the few that defended him. I knew he was nervous about the added responsibility and knew he was drowning. Then after one of our weekly meetings Sandra approached me with some gossip. She began to tell me that the reason I was not picked for manager was that Mark had gone to management and trash talked me. He told them he was responsible for all the work we had produced and I was simply his assistant. I was furious. I could not believe he did this to me. After confronting him my worst fear was confirmed. He admitted everything and told me he panicked when he heard managements decision and didn’t mean what he said. He promised to get me into a managerial position as soon as he found one.
           
            Three months passed and nothing, He never made good on his promise. Instead he proceeded to chastise me for every mistake I made. I was furious. I decided I was not going to take this anymore. If he was making the big bucks for my ideas and work I decided I deserved at least a cut.
 

            I hatched my plan out of anger, but I was so stubborn I could not let it go. One day after I asked Mark to meet for happy hour for old time’s sake, he agreed. We met at one of old spots where he proceeded to get XXXX. After several shot and a few too many, I walked him to his car. As we approached his car he XXXX in my arms. I knew he could never hold his liquor. I dragged him to my car and through him in the back seat. I quickly bound his hands behind his back and blindfolded him.
 
            I drove fast to where to my parent’s lake house. We approached the driveway and he began to come to. I dragged him out of the car and into the house. He began to struggle and yell and he realized what was happening. I through him onto a chair and tied his feet and upper body to a chair. He screamed at me to stop, he was still XXXX and panicked. I pulled the blindfold off and he stared at me glassy eyed and lit.

            I decided before he had a chance to scream again to keep him quite. I wrapped duct tape around his mouth and secured it with cloth. He grunted and mmmppphhhed through his gag. He struggled and rocked in his binds. I watched with XXXX glee as he tried to break free. Inaudible screams escaped his gagged mouth. I sent out the ransom letter in the mail and waited. In my XXXX stupor I never realized that several people have seen me bind my boss in my car. I didn’t wait long before the police stormed in and arrested me.  So I sit here in my jail cell now telling my story. The moral being never drink and tie.

Mark played by Marco
Photography by Caitiff

In the Field by Fidelis

30 photos

In The Field

by Fidelis

Senior Airman Dennis Reilly moaned with pain. What the hell had happened to him? He had just finished dressing for work and been ready to head out to the car and now.... his head felt as if he had run into a brick wall and his stomach was turning over. He tried to rub his aching head, but he couldn't move his hands. They were behind his back, something cutting into his wrists! His eyes flew open, but they saw nothing, only darkness. He could feel that there was something tied over his eyes. His mouth was filled with something foul tasting. He shivered. He was so cold. Something was definitely wrong here. He coughed and tried to speak. "MMMMMPHHH."

He felt a hand on his thigh. "Relax, D. You're not going anywhere." The voice was so familiar. Dennis squirmed as he realized what sort of situation he was in. Someone had him tied up, gagged and blindfolded. He was in a car, that much he could tell, and the car was driving along a road that was in bad condition. Each bump made his head ache even more. And he was so cold! What had happened to his service coat and overcoat? Didn't this car have any heating? He shivered, his nipples hardening under his shirt. What was happening to him? He tried to shout through his gag, and received a slap on the face as a reward. "Quit the bawling, Dennis; it isn't going to help you." His head rang with pain.

Finally the car came to a stop, swerving as if it had come to rest on gravel. "This is the end of the road for you, Dennis, let's get out of the car." He felt something cold and hard being pressed into the side of his head as he was dragged from the car.

"GGGMMMMMPHHH". His blindfold was removed and he squinted at the figure in front of him, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight. "MMSTEVEEMMM?" Why did Steve have him tied up and gagged like this?

"You've stuck your nose into my business once too often, Dennis. I know that you found the files containing the information that I was selling. Too bad you're such a snoop, poking your nose were it doesn't belong. But your snooping days are going to be over very soon."

"MMDONNOUTALKINGBOUTMMM". Dennis shook his head frantically - what the hell was Steve talking about? What files? What information? His co-worker was crazy! Dennis had to get away from this maniac. As Steve bent down to pick up the bandanna which he had used to blindfold Dennis, Dennis took off. He managed to get a few feet before Steve XXXX him to the ground.

"Where do you think you're going, Dennis? I told you that this was the end of the line for you. I had better make sure that you don't try to take another stroll like that one." As Dennis lay on the ground, half stunned, Steve tied his victims' feet together. Grabbing Dennis by the shoulders, Steve dragged him across a frozen field until they had reached an old wooden pole.

"Kneel there, while I get you ready for your unfortunate demise. Poor Dennis, so distraught over his girlfriend breaking up with him, sits up XXXX all night and then takes his car out for a spin. The car crashes and the poor guy, XXXX and disoriented, goes stumbling into the fields and dies of exposure. They'll be lucky if they find your body before spring. And if they do.....there are so many hungry wild animals around here, there won't be much left after a few days. Now, be a good boy, Dennis. That's right stand up for me. You must realize resistance is futile. You're already nicely trussed up, and...I have the XXXX, don't I?"

MMMNNOOGIRLFRENMMNDONDRINK". "Yes, yes, Dennis, I know that you don't have a girlfriend and you don't drink. But.....once the police read that note from your girlfriend telling you that she is leaving you because she can't stand the perverted things that you make her do to you, everyone will realize why kept quiet about her.I took over your cover and your coat and tie and left them on the kitchen floor,so that it will look as if you had just got home instead just leaving. There is a half empty bottle of Scotch on your kitchen table next to the note, and while you were out, I took the liberty of pouring a few XXXX down your throat, just in case they do forensic tests. You see I have this all planned out so well. I couldn't poison you or shoot you or stab you, all of those things would show up in autopsy. Killing someone in a car accident is so chancy; what would happen if you survived? This is perfect. No one comes around here, so you won't be found trussed up to this pole. I'll nip over first thing in the morning and dump your body in the woods. Now, stop struggling!"

Dennis couldn't believe what was happening to him! Steve had tied him so tightly to the wooden pole that he could barely breathe. The ropes were cutting into his body. He shook from a combination of fear and cold. This had to be a joke! No, Steve was walking away.

"MMMMMMNNNNOOOOOOCUUUMMMMBBBACCCKKK!"

Steve turned around, blew Dennis a kiss and waved goodbye quite cheerily. He got into his car and drove away, leaving Dennis alone, tied to a pole in the middle of a desolate, frozen and wind-swept field. Dennis didn't like this situation one little bit. He started frantically twisting against the ropes that bound him to the pole. He tried to ignore the discomfort as the ropes bit into his body. He had other things to worry about! At least his struggling was warming him up a bit.

After what seemed hours, Dennis managed to get free of the ropes that had bound him to the pole. He fell to the ground and lay panting. Boy, was he getting cold. He noticed that the shadows were lengthening. He had to get his hands and feet free before nightfall; but he was already exhausted. As he lay there pondering his options, he heard howling coming from the woods that bordered the fields. His heart jumped. What could that be? He redoubled his efforts to free himself. What was rustling that he could hear in the underbrush. What was that he could see emerging from the woods? Big wild animals that would chew him up alive? His heart was in his throat. Wait, the creatures that were emerging from the woods were on two feet, not four. It was deer hunting season! Dennis screamed through his gag as loudly as he could, and the two hunters came to his rescue. Steve was caught and sentenced to a long prison sentence.

The End

Senior Airman Dennis Reilly played by Mark Wolf

Photography by Caitiff

Amsterdam

25 photos; 5:11 video

Model: Wolfrric
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/19/2012

That's a Wrap!

24 photos; 7:58 video

Model: Craig
Photography by Zac

Date of Production: 01/10/2015

The Crush by Fidelis

35 photos

"MMMMMMNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! GGSTTTTOOOPPPPPPP! OH! OHHH!"
"Little Markie’s got a XXXX noodle down there. Lemme see what I can about turning it into a nice big salami. Whatta you think about that, stud precious?. Mmmmm."
Mark shrieked and squirmed in vain as his XXXX-addled neighbour had his way with him. Holy Rummoli, the guy certainly had a mouth on him. Shit! This couldn’t be happening! Oh my God. Holy crap! What was he doing?

"Oh yeah, precious has got a nice big fat salami now. Let me swallow it whole. Gotta see if it is nice and salty."
Mark felt his body become slick with sweat. He gritted his teeth, trying to summon up the will power to hold out, but Alex was insatiable. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold out any longer.

"Umm, yum. That great big sausage just spat out some nice fat. That’s a good precious. But Alex needs another pill. Fuck, where are they? Whatta you do with ‘em, precious? You’re hiding them from me! But not to worry. Alex has another bottle of his happy pills. Yep, Alex is gonna have another pill, and then it’s time to have a crack at the beautiful butt. Oh yeah, can’t wait. But gotta get my pills first."

Exhausted and shattered, Mark struggling into a sitting position. My God, he had never experienced anything like that before. He felt as if he had been drained by a vacuum pump. He had to get out of here before Alex returned, hopped up on even more of those evil pills. Who would have thought that sweet quiet Alex had harboured such lustful thoughts behind that peaceful, calm façade? Mark tugged on his ropes, feebly trying to get free. He made muffled moaning sounds behind his tape gag, but even he knew that they weren’t very loud. He knew he had to escape, but he was feeling so worn out. He wondered what vile things Alex had planned for him. He was sure that they would be as terrible as the ordeal that he had just been through. Had to escape, had to escape. Get free, Mark, get free.

"Ah, there you are, my precious. I see that you haven’t run away and left your Alex all alone. Now, let’s get a good view of that butt of yours. Ohhhh, it is beautiful….but before I sample it, I want you to feel something. Let’s get you up on your knees. Yes, just like that. You be a good precious, and make Alex happy."
"GGGMMPPLLLEEEEZMALEXLEMMEGOOPLLEE – OHMMMGGODD!"

Mark gasped as he felt what Alex had XXXX into his bound hands. He could barely get his numb fingers around it. Alex wrapped his arms around Mark’s chest, as he slobbered onto his bound captive’s shoulder.

"Yeah, pull on it, big boy. Alex wants precious to make him feel happy. And then Alex will make precious feel happy too."

Mark played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/17/2006

Sweating It Out By Caitiff

22 photos

“Get over there!” One fo the masked men told Josh, pushing the young man to the far wall.

‘What are you going to do with me?” Josh asked. He had been grabbed from the street while jogging only a few moments before, driven to this abandoned warehouse.

He was supposed to be getting married the next day. How could this happen be happening to him?

“Give me your arms!”, a shanghaier said and took out some rope. Josh’s hands were tightly bound together in front of him. Then the length of the rope was tied far above Josh’s head to a pipe, XXXX the young man to lift his arms high above his head.

Vainly Josh struggled against the ropes. He couldn't[ twist free. Worse the warehouse was incredibly hot. Beads of sweat ran off of Josh’s half naked body.

“I don't’ have any money. You won’t ...mmmmpphh!”, Josh found himself gagged by some duct tape over his mouth. He could now only glare at the kidnappers as they clustered around him.

“He looks a might hot!”

“Yeah, maybe we should help him cool off.”

“Mmmm!?” Josh exclaimed as his sweat pans were pulled down to his ankles. It being so warm outside, Josh had gone commando. He certainly hadn’t planned on this happening.

The men laughed at Josh, pointing to his junk and slapping his ass. Josh hadn't’ been tied up like this and man handled since...

..since his days in the fraternity.

“MMMPhaamm?”

One of the shanghaiers came forward and took off his mask, revealing himself to be David, one of Josh’s brothers from the frat.

“We couldn’t let a brother get hitched without a proper bachelor party.”

The rest of the shanghaiers took off their masks as well. All were from Josh’s old frat house. Unfortunately they were not untying Josh.

“”Mmmaammmpphh mmmm?”, Josh motioned at his bondage.

David shook his head. “Sorry bud. Gotta keep you bound and gagged a bit longer. The strippers still haven’t arrived. “

“MMM!”

“Just pretend you’re a pledge again!”, another frat brother suggested.

The End

Josh played by Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/15/2012

Submit

22 photos; 3:45 video

Model: Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:01/12/2012

Diego's Audition

24 photos; 5:19 video

Model: Diego

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 7-31-2015

XXXX by Kurt

20 photos; 5:49 video

Bradley liked his job at the hotel. He was a room-service waiter on the night shift, and he made pretty good money in tips. It really helped with his college expenses, and it wasn't hard work. Most of the guests were loaded, and for the most part, they were pretty good tippers. Sometimes, he got stiffed, but his happy-go-lucky personality helped him get over it when it happened.

The hotel had a room in the old wing where the waiters came to change into their uniforms. You could also hang out there on your lunch break if you wanted, grabbing a quick XXXX. Brad arrived early, because his last class was 2 hours before his shift began. He entered the changing room, and was glad to see he was alone. His buddy Greg wasn't due for another few hours, so Brad stretched out on the bed, and opened his Philosophy 101 book. Within five minutes, he felt himself drifting off to XXXX.

Brad heard a XXXX and jumped up with a start. He glanced at his watch. DAMN! Only 20 minutes before his shift began! That must be Greg XXXXing on the door..he was always running late. Brad jumped up and ran to open the door.

"Greg, come on, we're gonna be...WHAT THE...??"

Brad's words were cut off as he stared the concealed item held by a tall figure standing in the doorway.

The hand not holding the concealed item rose up quickly and clamped over Brad's mouth.

"Shut your trap, kid," he growled.

He pushed forward with his thick hand, propelling the startled, handgagged waiter back into the room. Brad's eyes widened as he saw another man follow his attacker into the room.

"You gonna be good, kid? I'd hate to have to slug you," the stranger growled menacingly.

Brad shook his head Yes, and the man removed his hand.

"But...what...", Brad muttered sheepishly.

"Shut up, and put these bracelets on!"

The first man tossed a pair of handcuffs at Brad.

Without a word, fearing for his life, Brad clicked the first cuff over his right wrist.

"Now, hands behind you!"

Brad obeyed and soon the second cuff was locked tightly around his left wrist behind his back.

"Sit in that chair, punk. Frank, gimme the tape!"

Brad sat down and decided to try to talk his way out of things.

"Mister, look..I'm just a waiter..I'm broke!"

"Yeah, yeah, kid, I know," his assailant said, as he wrapped strips of silver duct tape around his jean-covered legs, fastening them to the chair legs snugly. "We just need some uniforms to pull off a sweet heist. Sit here quietly and everything will be fine."

"I will...ow, that tape is so tight!"

"I meant 'sit quietly' metaphorically. Gag him, Frank!"

"No...please...gugggghhh!"

Frank stuffed a bandanna in Brad's mouth, then began to relentlessly wrap his mouth with the wide duct tape. After it was wound 5 times around Brad's mouth, he wound it up over his head and ball cap, and down around under his chin. The tape wrappings sealed Brad's jaws shut, and all he could do we emit a muffled "Mmmpphh!"

Brad sat watching in stunned silence as the two invaders pulled uniforms from the cabinet until they'd found the right sizes, stripped out of their jeans and t-shirts, and re-dressed. Although his arms were not bound with the tape, the tight cuffs kept him from moving them at all. The tape around his mouth and head was unbearably tight.

"See ya later, kid...don't go anywhere! HAR!"

The two bandits slammed the door, leaving Brad in the dimly-lit room. He immediately began to struggle and grunt as loudly as the massive, tight gag would allow. Surely, someone...a guest, an employee...would hear him and save him.

In all the excitement, Brad forgot that Greg was due any minute. Finally, he heard the doorknob jiggle.

"MMMPPHHH! MMMMMPPPPPPPHHH!" Brad put every ounce of energy into his grunts.

The door creaked open, but instead of Greg, it was one of his captors.

Brad moaned in disappointment.

"Just checkin', kid. Wouldn't want you gettin' loose and botching things up. BWA HAHAHAHAHA!"

The End

Brad played by Charlie

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/11/2009

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