What Happens By: Nick007

31 photos; 4:36 video

You know that phrase, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”? Well this story is just too good not to tell. It all started when Rex found an awesome deal on some anime cosplay costumes. The catch was that the seller did not want to ship the costumes since the fabric was delicate. The deal on these costumes was just to bad for Rex to pass up. So Rex told his buddy Jack about the costumes and head for Vegas.

Jack did not really care about the costumes that much. He was just excited about going to Vegas. He was going to get some bitches and make his millions there. Of course as we all know, this is the one thing that never happens in Vegas. And Jack was about to meet the real Vegas.

The two got off the plane and headed straight to the seller's house. They wanted to get business out of the way before the pleasure begins. The house they went to was off the beaten path just outside of the city. “I'm getting a bad feeling about this.” Jack confessed.

“You worry to much. The guy makes cosplay costumes. He doesn't work for the human slave trade.” Rex said. “I'm sure we will be fine.” He then XXXX on the door to a rundown house. The door slowly opened and revealed a man.

“You must be Rex. Great to meet you.” the man said as he shook Rex's hand then looked to Jack. “And you must be Jack. Heard so much about you. Come in, come in. I got your outfits all ready. The name's Nick.”

The two walked in to a very nice living room. You never would have thought it looked this nice from the outside. “Make yourself at home. Let me get you two a couple of beers.” Nick said as he disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later with two bottlenecks already opened.

Rex and Jack each took big swigs of their beers. “So not to be rude, but where are the costumes? Can we take a look at them?” Rex asked.

“Sure sure. Thanks to your measurements that you gave me, I was able to make the modifications so that the costumes will fit perfectly. I even gave you the extra room in the crotch for Jack's costume since you said he's rather large down there.”

“Ummm,” Jack started, “How do you know what my sizes are, Rex? And how do you know how big I am down there?!”

“Well remember that night you XXXX at my place? Well I had to get the measurements for everything that Nick asked for.” Rex explained.

Jack turned to Nick. “Why do you need to know how big I am?” he asked. Jack was starting to feel a little dizzy, as was Rex.

“It's quite simple really. My clients want to know the size of everything on the man they are buying.” Nick explained. He got up and walked over to Jack and started to undo Jack's pants. The XXXX beer had now taken it's full effect and Jack and Rex were unable to move or do anything to stop Nick. “Now let's just see if Rex was lying or not.”

As he pulled Jack's pants down, revealing his 11 inch member. “Woah! You weren't lying Rex. And he's not even hard yet! I am going to make a lot of money off of you! Now let's check you Rex.”

Rex, try as he might, could do nothing but let this pervert do as he wished as his pants, too, were pulled down. Both Rex and Jack's consciousness started to fade.

“Very nice! Well I better get you two wrapped up and ready to be picked up. Have a nice XXXX.”

The last thing Jack and Rex saw was Nick leaving and coming back with coils and coils of rope. “I do love my job!” Nick said. “I get to tie up unsuspecting men and play with them until I sell them. Life doesn't get any better than this.” Nick beXXXX tying up his packages and copping a feel every now and then. Soon he had two handsome men all tied up and ready to go.

“Now don't you two go anywhere. I'm going out to go get your new masters.” Nick said as he walked out the door.

The End...

 

Model: Jack

Model: Rex

Ropework by: Nick007

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:04/15/2013

Sweet Buns

25 photos; 3:30 video

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/23/2007

Hijacked Rocker By Kirk

30 photos; 3:03 video

The name of the band was JASPER. And they were making it big time. Youtube had been their main outlet and it was only by chance that the kid of one of the execs at NBC had mentioned this group to his father. His father made some calls and, done! Jasper had a recording contract with a tour starting in New York. They would be an opening act for “The Who…” a great way to get known.

Twenty-two year old Tony was the lead singer and writer for the group. A hell of a nice guy, Tony would not hurt a fly. Tony had one fall from grace: he stole every word he wrote! Tony would research online little know garage bands and find their lyrics, and write his music to them. It would be his downfall.

“Punch” was a grunge rocker who had a small garage band that would play at some local clubs and parties in Philadelphia. He had put his music on Youtube, and was surfing when he came to the Jasper site. He froze as he read the lyrics to their first album. “That shithead stole my fuckin work!” Punch read carefully to be sure. “Yes, this Tony fraud is making it big time with my words.” Punch planned to make Tony pay.

Checking the tour dates for the Who tour, Punch and his band members realized that Tony would be near Madison Square Garden. There would be tight security for the Who, but who gave a shit about Jasper. It was easy to get into the caverns of the Garden before the concert started. A sweet smelling rag, and Tony was out cold. Dragged down into an opening in the subway, they kept him out until 3 AM when they dragged his XXXX form up a subway escape tube, into a van, which speed away through the Lincoln Tunnel to an old house in Jersey. Tony was out cold when he was dumped on a bed. “Bind and gag him,” Punch ordered. “No problem,” said the drummer. The stripped off Tony’s shirt. “Want these ropes on his skin!” They proceeded to rope his wrist, arms, legs and feet nice and tight. Shoving a rag down his throat, they tape gagged him. Then, taking a pail of cold water, the splashed it in the bound man’s face.

Tony awoke with a startle. He bucked and soon realized that he was all tied up. He tried to speak, but also found he was gagged. With the drummer holding Tony by his tied arms, Punch lashed his fits into Tony’s gut. “Steal my fuckin songs and make money off them did you?” Punch lashed away as Tony tried to harden his gut and take the abuse. He was never tied up before, and tried feverishly to break his arms and hands free, but the drummer was good at his craft. Finally, the stopped their gut punching, and hogtied Tony. “We have some plans for you!” They left him hogtied on the bed.

Tony tried with all his might to break free of his bounds. He jerked and rolled and pushed and only increased his rope burn and numbness. Rolling off the bed to the ground, he tried to sliver his wrists under his but to his front, but the ropes binding his arms made the leverage needed impossible.

Finally, exhausted, he laid there, breathing heavy, awaiting his fate.

His captors returned and untied his arms, moving his hands in front of him and retied them. He was placed in front of a laptop, his Youtube site on the screen. “Its simple,” Punch said to his sweating victim. “You type in your blog that you are a fraud, that you stole all the lyrics from us, and that your group is history, and email it to ALL your fans. Then, you sign this promissory note and we get the money you made on our work.” “NEVER,” Tony moaned, showing his macho, yet wondering what they would do.  Tony began to scream and mpffed, “OK YOU WIN.” Tony wrote the blog and signed the papers. The chemical smelling rag returned.

Tony awoke, again hogtied, in a puddle of dirty track water on a subway siding. It took his nearly six hours to brake free of the ropes. He could not go to the cops: he was guilty himself of fraud. The Who went on stage early and played latter, one of the greatest concerts at Madison Square Garden. And Tony….. He shaved his head, got a business suit and looked for a job on Wall Street.

The End

 

Model: Hal

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/17/2006

Too Trusting by Latoo

26 photos

 Struggling against his tight ropes, Peter thought, “How the hell did I get into this mess.”

His hands, elbows, legs, and toes were tied very securely with no hope of escape.

“God damn it” Peter screamed into his plug gag. He should never trusted that “salesman”.

This all started around 5pm; Peter was laying down on his couch after a hard day of work. He was in his favorite casual clothing: an orange wifebeater and a pair of jeans. He was about to drift off to XXXX when he heard a XXXX on the door.

“WHAT?!” , Peter yelled at the door. “Who is it?”

No one responded so Peter didn’t get up and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, there was another XXXX on the door, but this time there was a voice “Is anyone there?”

Peter got up and opened the door. There was a guy about 20 to 25 wearing a black suit and black pants holding a briefcase.

“Good evening sir”, the mysterious man said. “Can I have a moment of your time?”

“What is it?” Peter sounded pissed and was about to slam the door.

“Can I come in for a minute my good sir? I want to sell you this great cleaning product that will save you hours of cleaning time”, the salesman sounded pleasant.

Wanting to end this quickly Peter decided to let this guy in, let him do his pitch, and then kick him out. Peter motioned the salesman to come in and he followed Peter into the house.

“Nice place you got”, the salesman smirked.

“Uh thanks”, Peter responded. “So, what’s this thing you are selling now?”

Suddenly Peter heard a click and felt a sharp pressure on his back. “What the hell is this?!” he yelled.

“What do you think this is dumbass?” the salesman smiled. “I’m going to rob you.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it!” Peter turned around.

“Sigh” the salesman dropped his head. “You muscle-bound lunk heads are all the same. No brains.”

The salesman lifted up the concealed item right between Peter’s eyes. “Now, can you guess what will happen next? I suggest you think VERY carefully about your next move.”

Peter’s face contorted with suppressed rage, but he just lifted up his arms and put his hands in the air.

“You are not as stupid as I thought. As long as you do what I say, this will be a very quick and simple robbery”, the salesman motioned Peter to the couch.

Peter put down his arms and sat on the couch. He rolled his eyes and asked, “Now what?”

“Now all I want you to do is put your hands behind your back. Simple even for you” the salesman pulled out some white rope from his briefcase.

“Call me Sal by the way” the salesman said while tying Peter’s hands. Sal was no novice when it came to tying someone up; his knots were very tight. He even had the presence of mind to tie Peter’s upper body too so in case Peter’s hands were free, he was still tied up.

After a minute, Sal stood up and looked at the tied up Peter. He tried to move his hands, but could not.

“Tight enough for ya?” Sal chuckled.

“Shut up” Peter grunted.

“Well” Sal looked insulted. “Don’t we have an attitude today?”

Sal looked through his briefcase and grabbed a plug gag. “Now, open wide”, Sal held the gag over Peter.

“No!” Peter refused and clamped his mouth shut.

“Ok so it has to be this way huh?” Sal sighed. “Ok fine.”

Sal went over to Peter and pinched his neck. Peter let out a loud yelp which gave enough time for Sal to shove the gag in and tie it behind Peter’s head.

“MMMM!” Peter shook his head in protest.

“Shut up.” Sal smacked the back of Peter. “Now all I have are the legs. Can’t have you kicking me now can we?”

Peter hearing that tried to kick Sal with his strong powerful legs, but Sal managed to grab both of them and hold them together in his left arms.

“Ugh” Sal kept restraining Peter’s thrusting kicks. “Why do you ALWAYS have to fight back.”

Sal got the white rope on the floor and managed to get the rope around Peter’s ankles.

“This isn’t going to be enough for you” Sal pushed Peter’s knees together. “I have to cover all of my bases.”

Sal literally went through the rope as if it was on fire. He was sparing no expense to rope in the fact that he just kept wrapping and tying Peter’s knees, ankles, and feet. He even tied Peter’s big toes together.

“Ok”, Sal panted. “You are FINALLY tied up. Be a good boy and stay here while I look around this dump of a house.”

Sal left the room which left Peter all alone on his small couch. He tried to break the ropes by pushing against them, but it was no use. Again and again he tried to escape, but the ropes were too tight. No matter how many times he tried to pull, push, or break the ropes, it was completely pointless. Finally Peter thought he could escape so he managed to prop himself up and get to his feet. He thought if you could just reach the door, he would be in the clear so he started to hop towards the door. Just as he was about leave the room and hopped right smack into Sal and fell.

“There’s nothing here worth stealing AND you were trying to escape?” Sal angrily said.

Peter just stared up at Sal as Sal was just standing there thinking.

“OK, new plan” Sal started to pick up Peter. Peter tried to scoot away, but Sal picked him up and threw him over Sal’s shoulder. “I might as well take you and maybe get a random out of it or something.”

Sal carried Peter out the front door and threw him into the trunk of his car. “I just hope you got some rich uncle who will pay me to get you back”, Sal snickered. “Enjoy the ride.”

Sal slammed the trunk door shut and drove off into the distance with his way too trusting muscle-bound lunk head.

The End

 

Peter played by Darien

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production : 02/04/2009

National Guard Nightmare By: Jase1010

24 photos; 5:37 video

Ugh. He should have avoided pissing off the guys in his command during this weekend National Guard stint.

Dave struggled against the chair he was stuck to. He really shouldn't have told Todd that he was getting paunchy in the gut. He shouldn't have made cracks about what a limpwrist Pete was acting like. And nevermind telling Corey not to show up next weekend because he was an embarrassment to the Guard.

Which is why he was currently tied to this chair, stuck in the basement of the guardhouse, with Corey's sweatstained hankie tied into his mouth.

They had jumped him after drills. A pillowcase had been yanked over his head, hands slapped his camo'ed butt, and he was manhandled down into this basement. They had shoved his ass into a chair. TIed his hands behind his back. His legs were securely bound to it. The pillowcase was ripped off his head.

"Cut the shit!" Dave growled. "Get me outta this!"

His four soldiers merely laughed and high-fived each other. Dave had had this coming for a long time. He started to growl some more orders, when Corey approached him and tied his gross handkerchief into his mouth.

They had used rough hemp rope, which was biting into his wrists. It seemed the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes got! He mmpphed angrily into his humiliating gag.

"Well, Sarge. We had to humiliate you and run but we think you could use a little alone time. Seeing as you find us to be such shitty Guardsmen. Maybe this will give you time to think over how to approach things in the future."

With coarse laughter, his guys exited the basement. He could see them crossing the parade field back to barracks.

Damn it! He shoved himself around in his bondage chair. The gag was drying his mouth out. He was stuck, helpless, and starting to regret his action. And Monday was very far away

The End.

 

Model: Wolfric

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:09/25/2011

Thug's life by Rundawg

24 photos; 2:36 video

Nick had always been the "tough" guy. At least that is what he wanted everyone to think. He had to prove himself to his buddies when they dared him to taunt Big Jim. Big Jim lived in what seemed an abandoned house down the street. He was the weirdo of the neighborhood. Nick thought it would be a good way to boost his reputation by scaring the crap out of this creep.

He slowly crept into the house through the back door. This was going to be easier than he thought. The dummy didn't even lock the doors. He slowly walked into the room and didn't notice the figure creeping up behind him. Before he could turn around, he was hit with something that turned everythign black.

Nick slowly came to. He tried to rub his head but couldn't do it. It didn't take him long to realize that he had been tightly tied up with rope. A piece of tape was slapped over his mouth to keep him quiet.

Nick thought of the reputation he would be give if his buddies found him like this. The only option was to get loose and get out of here by himself.

He started to roll around and try to get himself in a position where he could undo the knots. As hard as he tried he could not figure out where to start. This guy knew his knots and knew them well. He tried rocking side to side to see if he could feel for something sharp that could help him out. All of a suuden he heard some footsteps heading his way. He turned towards the door and saw as Big Jim walked into the room.

"You damn thugs! Why can't you just let me live in peace! I called the police but since it was not a life threatening emergency, they will come as soon as they attend to those matters instead. And I see that you are trying to get loose. Well just to make sure that you stay put...."

Big Jim walked over to him with a piece of rope in his hand. Nick noticed that Big Jim rubbed his crotch with his hands. He bent down closer to Nick and rubbed on his crotch. Nick's eyes widened when he realized that Big Jim now knew that his dick was hard as a rock. For some reason or another, being all tied up and gagged aroused Nick. He tried to control it but just couldn't do it. Big Jim stroked himself and Nick for quite some time. All of a sudden he let out a big sigh like some sort of relief. He rolled Nick to his stomach and hogtied him tightly.

Hell this is going to be harder then I realized, thought Nick.

"That ought to hold you. At least it will give me some time. You better hope the police get here before I am done." said Big Jim. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Nick was really mobilized now. Struggling only made the ropes tighter. He decided to just lay there and do his best, hoping that the police got there before Big Jim came back.

The End

 

Nick played by Johnny

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Cub in the Blue

17 photos

Compliant by John

30 photos; 1:32 video

Hunter knew that he had gotten into more than he had bargained for. He showed up for his regular “modeling” session on this Saturday morning. But when he XXXX on the door, it was open, so he walked on in. After he got into the entry way he saw a note on the floor. He picked it up and it read…”Take the duct tape on the table ahead and wrap it around your head and your mouth, gagging yourself. Then take your shirt off and proceed to the study and wait for me.“

Hunter was a bit confused, but as he knew that he was getting paid to be a model he did as he was told. After sitting in the study waiting for the photographer he was suddenly grabbed from behind….not by his photographer, but by his photographer’s EX-boyfriend. Hunter was confused. The EX (a.k.a Bobby), grabbed his arms and duct-taped Hunters wrists together behind his back. OUCH! Hunter said as the tape pulled on some of his arm hair. Bobby pushed Hunter to the ground, grabbed his legs and quickly wrapped his legs with the duct tape securing them together. Hunter didn’t know exactly what was going on. He thought that this might be like a hidden camera kind of thing that he was being filmed and so he didn’t struggle to much to “escape”. He knew that Bobby and the Photographer (a.k.a. Dustin) did bondage together all the time.

After a few minutes of searching the room with his eyes, Hunter didn’t see any cameras or any sign of Dustin. He then started to panic, after about 15 minutes of not seeing Dustin he really started to struggle against the duct tape to try and break free. But the damn duct tape wouldn’t give way and he couldn’t get out. Bobby came back in the room after he heard Hunter yelling and said, “You can scream all you want, but no one is going to hear you buddy.” He then picked Hunter up and threw him in the closet. Hunter wouldn’t stop yelling, so Bobby put duct tape over Hunter’s eyes so that he couldn’t see what was happening. As Bobby slapped him around a bit, he then closed the closet doors and said “Good luck getting out boy, Dustin had to go out of town on an emergency this weekend and won’t be back until Monday night. I hope you didn’t have any plans until then!” Bobby laughed and then walked out of the house leaving Hunter all alone in the closet.

The End

 

Hunter played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Traffic Light Relationship by John

40 photos

Brad always knew that his boyfriend Rob had been cheating on him, and he wasn’t going to take it anymore. One night Brad decided to go over to Rob’s apartment and surprise him.

“Hey Rob, I bought a bottle of your favorite rum and put it in the fridge for you!” Rob being excited about this eagerly went over to the fridge and started XXXX straight from the bottle. “Damn this is some good shit Brad!” Rob yelled across the room. Brad thought to himself...just keep XXXX it bud. “Oh man, I don’t feel so good” Rob said and fell to the ground XXXX. Unaware that Brad had dropped a little bit of "fun" in the rum, he had just gulped away at the sweet nectar. “That should keep you out for awhile so I can work some magic on you.”

“First we have to get you into your naturally slutty state so let’s just remove all these clothes.” Brad proceeded to strip off all of Rob’s clothes until he was completely naked, laying on the bed, unaware that anything was happening to him. “Now just in case you wake up we have to get you helpless.” Brad then ripped the t-shirt that Rob had been wearing and tied his hands behind his back. Then Brad thought…”Don’t want him being able to say anything else or lie to me anymore, so better make sure he can’t speak” and with that, Brad shoved a wad of the cloth from the t-shirt in Rob’s mouth and then used another strip to tie it securely in place around Rob’s head. “There we go, but we’ve only begun this fun little night!” Brad smirked with an evil grin on his face.

“Wake up Rob!” Brad yelled as his soon to be ex-boyfriend came to. “Mmmrrrmppffff” yelled Rob as Brad quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “Can’t have you screaming too loud….the neighbors will hear you.”

“Now to make sure you don’t go anywhere, I think I’m gonna make you just a little bit more secure” as Brad pulled out his duct tape.

“MMMNNooooooorrrrr” yelled Rob as he struggled to get loose.

“But to be a warning to your trick you have coming over tonight…oh yes, Rob, I found your little appointment book...I bought some special colors to warn him of your shadiness.” Brad then proceeded to wrap Rob up in the colors of the traffic light, starting with Red as a BIG indicator to would be tricks coming over after he was long gone. Soon after yellow followed and Brad thought as he wrapped Rob’s ass and cock and balls in yellow how this was DEFINITELY the “caution” area. Brad finished off with the green and thought “you know…that white over your mouth doesn’t quite fit with the color scheme” and so he wrapped Rob’s head in the green as well.

“No use in you trying to get away, cuz you won’t be able to see where you are going!” as Brad put the last strip of duct tape over Rob’s eyes.

“AAAAAhhhhhhhgggg”

“Wow”, thought Brad, “I do some pretty good work, maybe I should become an artist, what do you think Rob?”

“FFFFFFFuuuuuuuccccc”

“Oh, and yes, this does mean our relationship is over” Brad said with an evil smile as he walked out the door! “Have a good night!”

The End

 

Rob played by Drew

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

My First Time By Latoo

30 photos; 2:20 video

 I snuck into this random guy’s house without a hitch. “Yea, he should really get a security system”, I commented. I decided to turn to a life of crime specifically robbing and stealing so I picked a random house to practice since this is my first time. I jimmied the back door lock and went inside; “I hope there’s something good here”, I thought as I slowly went about the house. I turned a corner and there I saw the owner standing there fixing a picture frame; “Oh crap”, I panicked, “What the fuck am I going to do now?”

As soon as I finished that thought, he turned around and saw me; his eyes widen and he looked like he was about to scream. I couldn’t go to jail without at least committing ONE successful job so I pushed him against the wall. “Yo man, what the hell are you doing here?”, the scared guy trembled. “Just get on your knees and put your hands behind your head”, I ordered as I pulled out my rope.

“Look man, just take what you want and leave. ”, the guy pleaded. The truth is that I was just as scared as he was; I didn’t know what to do. I just tied his hands together with many layers of rope until I thought of something to say.“Ok ok, look”, I tried to soothe him “I don’t want to hurt you ok? Just tell me where the money is and you won’t get hurt”.

“I don’t have any hard cash in this house. Just some crappy stuff like clothes and a TV”, the guy shamefully said. “God”, I started to yell “Out of every fucking house on this damn street, I pick the guy without any money!”

“I sorry, but…”, he tried to console me; “Shut up”, I hissed as I pulled out a red bandana from my pocket, “Just shut up”. I stuffed it in his mouth and tied it tight around his mouth; “MM!”, the guy retracted in pain.

After a few minutes of thinking, I thought I would give this place a once over and try to find SOMETHING of value to take. I took my rope and proceeded to tie his legs; “Ok, here’s what’s gonna happen”, I continued, “I am going to go through your place and see if I can find something. Remember, if you try anything, Iyou'll be sorry, got it?” He nodded and after a few seconds, I finished with his legs.

I was about to leave the room when I heard him crying and scooting across the floor; that just broke the last straw on the camel’s back. I turned around with the most rage-based glare ever and he almost wet his pants. He jerked backwards, trying to get away from me as I came closer until he hit the wall; “OK, THAT’S IT!”, I pulled a white bandana out of my other pocket, “No more crying and no moving”. I shoved the white bandana in his face and tied it even tightly than the red one; this time, he let out a muffled yelp.

“No, this couldn’t have been simple”, I slapped him, “You had to make this very difficult”. As I finished pointing and scolding him, I saw a roll of black duct tape out of the corner of my eye on a table. “Oh, what do we have here?”, as I reached for the roll. He just stared at me with his big green eyes and said nothing.

“You know what”, I started to tell him, “I have had just about enough of you”. He cringed and just kept staring at me with puppy dog eyes. I took the duct tape and wrapped a few layers around his mouth; he tried to resist, but it was futile. “There”, I stated, “Now, I am going to MAKE sure you don’t try to flee again”.

I held out my rope and quickly hogtied him and tied his feet together; this time, however, he did not resist. “Good”, I petted him on the head, “You’re learning”. “Now one last thing to make extra sure you don’t do anything stupid”, as I ripped a long strip of duct tape. I wrapped one layer around his mouth and connected it around his feet.

After I was finally done with him, I realized that this life of crime is not for me; I mean, you have to break into a house, search everywhere for valuable stuff which there may not be, take care of the owners, and leave without getting caught. “Yea, I’m giving up this crime business for good, it’s too much work”, I told him. I sighed and stood up, heading for the door. “MMM!”, he tried to get my attention; “Look”, I turned around, “I am WAY too tried to untie you after I spent SO much energy tying you. I’m sure you’ll get yourself free… eventually”. I closed the front door and left hearing the sounds of him struggling to get free.

 

Model: Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production 12/29/2009

Spread Out by Gilroy

24 photos; 5:55 video

It had been a hard week at Primdale Prep. But now finals were

over and several of the students had been up all night partying.

Dean was one. He had snuck some booze onto the campus. He

and his friends had gotten XXXX in an empty dorm. Dean passed

out on the futon, still in his school clothes. His friends had not

been quite as XXXX so they decided to have some fun at Dean’s

expense.

Gathering clothesline and cord and every bit of rope they could

fine, they bound their friend to the futon. His hands were stretched

out to each end of the bed and tied tightly to the frame. His feet

were likewise stretched and bound in rope, pulled taut over the

frame.

But they didn’t stop there. They used more rope to strap the

young man to the bed. From his chest to his legs, Dean was soon

covered in rope.

To finish the job, they gagged the young man with a dirty cloth.

They also blind folded him, first with a hat but then with another

cloth.

They had finished by the time Dean began to stir. Dean stirred

and eventually began to struggle against his bonds.

“Mmmpphh!”, Dean moaned through his gag. He strained but the

ropes gave him no slack. Satisfied their friend wasn't’ going

anywhere, Dean’s comrades left, laughing all the way.

They probably shouldn't’ have done that as Dean did not remain

alone for long.

“Mmmm? Mmmpphh!”, Dean begged for release. He knew

someone else was in the room with him. He could hear them.

But whomever they were, they didn’t untie Dean. Instead Dean

felt hands feeling his body. They tickled his socked feet and pulled

on the ropes.

The ropes were pulled even tighter around Dean’s body,

restricting him even further. Dean struggled against his bondage.

He could find no release. Worse the friction was giving Dean a

massive boner.

It must have been obvious. The mystery hands reached up to

Dean’s crotch. Dean heard his fly being unzipped. He felt his dick

being pulled out and gently rubbed.

“Mmmm... Mmmmmm!... MMMMMMMMPPPHHHMMMM!!!”,

Dean shot after only a few minutes of stimulation. He had never

been handled by another guy before. With all the studying he

hadn't’ even been able to jerk off. Dean hadn't’ realised how horny

he had been.

Dean breathed heavy though his gag as he heard the mystery

hands walk out the room.

The End

Model: Matthew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/17/2012

How It's Done

22 photos

Models: Hal & Hector

Photography by Sammy

Date of Production: 11/06/2006

Banker Busted by Caitiff

28 photos; 6:34 video

 

Finders Keepers By Caitiff

20 photos

It had happened on the way home from the store. John was normally a very honest person but as he was walking out with his groceries, he spotted a wallet laying on the ground. John wasn't a thief but he picked up the wallet. HE was even about to return it when he noticed it was filled with several hundred dollar bills!

Well, the store owner would just pocket the money anyway, John thought as he put the wallet in his pocket. As he walked away with the money filled wallet still in his back pocket, he convinced himself that he would see that the wallet got back to it's rightful owner...eventually.

And get back to it's owner it did, though not in the way John had planned.

A week and a couple of hundred dollars from the wallet later, John was taking it easy at home when he heard a XXXX. Answering it, he found himself face to face with the biggest man John had ever seen.

"Excuse me. But I was told you were at the Save a lot on Chipewa a few weeks ago. You found a wallet. It's mine." The man said in a gruff voice.

" A wallet?! No no, you've made a mistake. I didn't find any wallet." John lied. John had not only not made any effort to return the wallet but had 'accidentally' used some of the money to pay bills. But there was way he was going to tell this guy that.

"I see." Said the man, his tone not betraying a hint of emotion, "So you are saying you didn't find a wallet filled with money? Because I really need to get that back. "

"No, sorry. never saw it.", John tried to quickly close the door. He would have succeeded too, had not the man at his door put a huge hand out.

"I hate dishonest people." The man said with a snarl. John gave a small gulp as he stared up at the huge hulking man bearing down on him.

"Mmmm!" John grunted incoherently. The several layers of duct tape plastered over his mouth made anything John tried to say an unintelligible moan. He would've taken the tape off if the man at his door hadn't also tied John's hands and legs with clothesline. Bound and gagged on his bed, John could only groan helplessly as he glared at the man.

"You've caused me quite a bit of trouble, taking my wallet. I think I'm due a little compensation."

The man pushed John over on the bed and made him lay on his stomach. He then began to feel up John's body!

"You know, you're not a bad sort. Not too pretty. But my kind of not too pretty. Maybe I should make up for my time with you."

"Mmmm!", John moaned frantically.

"Maybe later." The man said as he headed out of the room. "let's see what else you got here to make up for my time". And with that the man left John alone.

The way John figured, he had better do something fast or else he was going to become this guy's new play thing. And John didn't relish the idea of being a crazy person's bondage sex toy. Wiggling and twisting his bound body, John inched toward the window. If only he could attract one of his neighbor's attention.

John was nearly at the window and was about to put his head under the blinds when he heard the man's voice behind him.

"Now this is what I get fro trying to make you all comfortable." He said as his hand clamped over John's mouth.

"There, now you can't wiggle away so much." John's captor said as he finished hog tying his prisoner.

Tied so his feet were bound to his hands, John couldn't do more then roll uselessly from side to side. Something John's captor seemed to watch with no small amount of glee.

"You look so cute like that, almost a shame to leave but I got your T.V. and DVD player and I figure that should be a good compensation. if not, I'll come back and take something else." The way the man said 'something else" left no doubt in John's mind he meant taking him!

"Oh, I almost forgot" the man said and reached into John's back pocket, taking out the wallet that had gotten John in so much trouble.

"Like I thought. You took some of the money. Well, maybe I'll be coming back after all. You hang tight while I pack away your stuff. Got to make room in my trunk."

The man then left though John knew not for long. Desperately he strained at his bonds, even though he knew he would never get free in time.

The End

 

John played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/23/2002

Red Jocky Hog Tie

22 photos; 5:29 video

Model: Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/10/2014

Rescued? by Caitiff

32 photos

“Mmmmpphh mmmmeeemmmooo!”, Cliff yelled through the tape gag over his mouth. Cliff struggled against the tape that bound him hand and foot to the chair in his apartment.

In the other room Cliff could hear his stuff being thrown around. The burgler who had tied up Cliff was not being gentle with Cliff’s possessions.

If Cliff hadn’t been so tired from mowing the lawn, he might have had the strength to fight back when the Burglar sneaked in and jumped him. But despite his struggles, the man had managed to XXXX Cliff out. When Cliff regained conscienceless, it was too late.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Cliff grunted again as he strained against his bonds. His shirt, unbuttoned while he had been doing yard work, slipped down over his shoulders while streams of sweat ran down his chest. Cliff had had no idea that duct tape could be this strong. Even his attempt to break the chair he was in was in vain. All he could do was jerk around and grunt as his place was ransacked.

Just then Cliff could hear the outside door to his building open. Someone was walking up the stairs to Cliff’s apartment. Someone was coming!

Before Cliff could make another sound through his gag, however, the burglar was on him. He wrapped his hand tightly over Cliff’s already taped mouth, making sure Cliff understood just who was in control.

“Hey Cliff, you there?”, Dave yelled from behind the door. Cliff had forgotten Cliff had said he would come over today. Cliff’s heart jumped. If he could get Dave to understand he was in trouble, he was saved!

“Be quiet!”, the Burglar whispered. Cliff wanted ot yell out and he would have. Though gagged, Cliff could have made enough noise that even a chowder head like Dave could figure out something was up. But the Burglars hands clamped painfully tight on Cliff’s face made the promise of violence clear.

“Hey Cliff. i hear you in there. Open the door!”

Cliff let out a quick grunt despite his captor holding him. Cliff felt rough hands squeeze his throat.

“Hey You ok in there?”

NO I am not ok. I’m bound and gagged and being XXXX by a robber you moron!

Cliff heard the door begin to open. Cliff had almost forgotten he had given Dave a key. The Burglar, realising that Dave was coming in, silently ran tot he kitchen, signalling Cliff to be quiet if he knew was good for him.

Dave entered the apartment and stood for several minutes, his moth agape. Finally Dave seemed to get that His friend was bound and gagged before him. But his reaction after that made no sense.

A broad smile spreading across his mouth, Dave sauntered over while Cliff franticly tried to warn him of the robber in the other room.

But instead of getting the clue that something was really wrong, Dave instead sat his ass down on Cliff’s knee. What the hell?

“Well isn't’ this sweet! I knew you’re girlfriend was kinky but sheesh! You would think she could untie you before she left.”

I wasn't’ tied up by Ally, you idiot!, Cliff thought. Wait! What did Dave mean he knew Cliff’s girlfriend was kinky?!

“You know, I think maybe I should go over and see Ally while you’re busy here. You don’t mind do you, buddy? Just say so.” Dave was so into his teasing his now enraged but helpless friend, he didn’t even see the burglar as he sneaked up behind Dave. Cliff, also was to preoccupied by his friend’s stupidity to notice.

“Yeah, you’re girlfriend is hot! And it’s not really cheating if we let you watch, right? Wow, that would be kinky!

Dave didn't’ see the robber until he was upon him. Dave let out a brief yelp before he was taken down.

A few minutes later and Dave was no longer in any condition to tease anyone. His hand bound and his mouth taped, he could only stare at Cliff and the Robber while making pathetic moans through his gag.

Cliff looked over at his best friend .

What an asshole, Cliff thought.

To Be Continued

 

Cliff played by Clark

Dave played by Stan

 

Date of Production: 10/02/2006

The Reluctant Host by Gilroy

33 photos; 4:34 video

I needed a place to run to for a while. The cops were being a little too nosy for my tastes. Fortunately I knew just the place.

It was a farm house off the beaten track. Only one guy lived there from I what I had seen. He would be easy pickings.

I XXXX and made up some excuse about needing the phone. That got me in. When I grabbed the guy around the neck and wrestled him to the ground, that got me control. Young guys like this were always easy. They never thought that someone could over power them.

I had planned ahead. It was hardly the first time I had had to take control of a guy. I had rope ready and before my young victim even knew what was happening, I had his hands tied bound tightly behind his back. I tied off the rope around his waste so the knots would be out of reach.

Next came the tape. I preferred my prey in silent. So I taped his mouth up nice and tight, layers and layers of tape over his mouth.

“MMMPPHH!”, The guy moaned pitifully. He struggled against his bondage for all the good it did him. I knew how to tie up a guy so he wouldn’t get free. I could keep him bound and gagged for as long as I wanted.

My stomach was growling though. There was no food in the house. Typical single guy. Well, I would obviously have ot go out. But I also needed to keep my new friend from wandering off.

A closet door was my answer. My prey tried jerking away when I unzipped his fly and pulled out his man hood. I needed him hard and fortunately he was already halfway there. I stroked his long dick until it grew big enough for what I needed. I could hear the guy making little moaning noises. I supposed he expected I was going to get him off. And if I got bored maybe I would do that later. But right now I needed his dick hard for another reason.

I looped some rope around the now swollen organ and pulled it just tight enough that his dick couldn't’ be pulled free. I then tied the other end of the very short rope to the closet door knob. One knob attached ot the other. My hostage now had a leash that would keep him right there. He couldn't’ move very far without yanking on his junk. The rope was so short that he couldn't even try to undo it with his bound hands.

The guy gave me an angry glare as I left him like that but I didn't’ care. I grabbed his credit card from his bed room dresser and got some junk food.

When I came back, as expected he was still there. Poor guy. His dick was looking a bit sore. It hadn’t gone soft at all.

So I undid the rope and then tied up his legs at the knees and ankles. I would be staying for a while so this would let him be a little more comfortable during my visit. I didn't’ want to be a bad guest. My young hostage would of course have to stay bound and gagged the entire time. There was no helping that.

I taped up his eyes, put a bandana over his mouth to secure the tape and sat his ass in a chair in the closet. I then closed the closet door so I wouldn’t have to hear his moaning too much while I watched some tv.

The End

 

The Hostage Host Uriah

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:04/20/2011

Utility Man by Fidelis

25 photos; 3:40 video

"XXXX, XXXX. Anybody home?"

"GGGMMMSTTOPPMMFUCKINGNOISE!"

Grant was getting really, really tired of this little game. If Frank banged on the hard hat one more time, Grant was going to…he realized that his options were somewhat limited. Frank had managed to overcome him with ease, and now here he was, half-naked and tied up and gagged. Perhaps it hadn’t been such a good idea, constantly ragging the company’s accountant. Frank had turned out to possess a powerful set of muscles, evident now that he had stripped off his suit jacket and tie and his starched white shirt. He had seemed like such quiet, wimpy kind of guy, the kind who wouldn’t fight back. Evidently Grant had made a gross miscalculation.

"What’s the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue? Here, maybe this will make you more talkative."

"GGGGGAAHNNNNOOOO! MOOUCCCH!"

Fuck, the bastard had nearly ripped off one of his nipples. Damn, but that hurt. Grant raised his bound hands towards his face, getting ready to rip off the tape that sealed his mouth shut. He was going to give Frank a piece of his mind.

"You touch that tape, and I’ll beat you to a pulp. I’ll start off using this, and then who knows what else will catch my fancy after that. You don’t know what I’ve got stored away, do you, Grant my boy?"

Grant flinched nervously as Frank sXXXXped Grant’s own heavy leather belt, the one with the big Budweiser belt. He didn’t relish the thought of Frank using that on him. Of course, Frank wouldn’t dare try to beat Grant with his own belt if he hadn’t been all tied up and gagged, but…since he was tied up and gagged, Grant thought it prudent to obey his captor.

"Now stand up."

"GGGMMHEY! WHATMDOING?"

Grant yelled through his gag as Frank XXXX him to his knees.

"How does that feel, Grant. I bet you really like that, don’t you?"

Grant tried to protest, but since his face was mashed against Frank’s groin, his protests were inaudible. Grant could feel something large and hard pressing against his face through the fine wool fabric of Frank’s suit trousers. Crap, the guy was hung like a horse! Grant felt a faint stirring of envy. It wasn’t fair, why should Frank be so well endowed, while Grant, the macho construction boss, wasn’t quite so generously blessed?

"Come on, asshole, show me how you can move. Give those muscles a real workout! Move!"

As the belt whistled through the air, Grant rolled and squirmed, trying to evade the huge belt buckle. It kept on missing him by just centimetres. Grant could feel himself working up a sweat. Damn, he was going to buy a new belt, he thought, as the corner of the buckle caught one of his bulging pecs.

"Get those legs up in the air, you big wuss. Yeah, don’t you look like a big idiot? Let me take a few pictures, Grant. I don’t think the guys will think you’re such a big tough stud when they see you like this.

Grant whimpered in humiliation. Frank was a real bastard. Why, Grant would rip him apart once he got rid of this damned tape. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about those pictures showing up anywhere. Yeah, he would beat him to a pulp, and then take some pictures of his own. He should the guys how they should take care of fairies like Frank. Hey, what was he doing now? Grant really started to sweat bullets as Frank came towards him, scissors in his hand.

"You know, I think the guys should see a bit more of you. I know that I want to see more. Let’s get rid of these jeans. You really wouldn’t need them any more.

"MMNOOOO!NNOOO!GMMDONT!"

"Oh, that is much better, Grant. You are a real dickwad, but you sure do have a nice butt. I can’t wait to get a taste of it. Come on, lean over and give me a better view. If you don’t, you know what is going to happen, don’t you?"

Grant whimpered into his gag as he obeyed the orders barked out by Frank. He gasped as he felt Frank fondling his buttocks. Sweat was streaming down his muscular body. Tears came to his eyes as he watched Frank take more incriminating photos. He had to get his hands on that camera. Once he had beaten Frank to a pulp, he would grind that camera into dust.

"Just one more shot of you, this time on your knees. Look at the birdie and say cheese. Good boy, Grant. I’m glad that you have shown yourself capable of taking orders. You take a little rest while I download these and start sending them off. "

"MMMOOOMMMPHHH!"

Grant lay on his side, where Frank had pushed him. Ouch, he had hit his head. He could only lie there, fuming with impotent fury as he watched Frank downloading the pictures and sending them speeding across the Web. Frank was keeping an eye on him, and every time that Grant made a move that indicated he was trying to free himself, Frank would slap Grant’s thick leather belt against the floor in a threatening way, telling Grant that if he didn’t behave himself his bubble butt would be reduced to a mass of raw meat.

"There, that’s all finished. Aren’t you lucky that I have access to all of the employee email addresses? All of our customers too! You’re going to be famous, Grant. Now, you look just tempting for words, lying there, all naked and gagged and bound. I think that it’s time that we got friendly, a lot friendlier."

THE END

 

Grant played by Tony

Photography by Caitiff

 

 Date of Production: 04/05/2002

Bad Puppi

27 photos; 4:58 video

Puppies Need to be Trained

 

Model: Derek  

Photograper: Caitiff  

Date Of Production: 10/22/2014

Consider Our Offer

22 photos; 5:04 video

When "Bad People" offered to buy Rex's business, Rex flat out refused.

 

So they gave Rex some more time to think it over.

 

Model:  Rex  

Photographer: Caitiff  

Date Of Production: 10/20/2014

Wrestler Garrett by Zac

25 photos

Wrestler Garrett By Zac Garrett fought hard to become big and strong for his college wrestling team. Since high school, he loved the sport for it's exercise and strength. He often worked out on the side to improve his strength to easily meet his matches in competition. Garrett used very few supplements, but one he always took was whole whey protein & pure sources of food with well balanced carbohydrates and fats. Garrett was a picky eater & made sure he never binged too much on sweets to satisfy his cravings. Fruit was his sugar and an appetite for winning!

Garrett worked through the ranks in his team and was awarded a wrestling scholarship at his college that covered most of his expenses on campus. On the side he also loved to run & would often job shirtless down the streets near his dorm. People loved his nice friendly laid back character and some thought he was sexy. Sexy is more like it as the young man was quite the hairy beast! Garrett never shaved, so his body sweated like a dense forest full of thick fogged sweat that ran down his strong toned body.

One day, while Garrett ran after class, he was followed by other runners. It was a busy day and pretty out too. One man jogged behind him and followed Garrett well behind to the gym, where Garrett had wrestling practice. He watched him from above every day from the indoor running track that went around the gym below. He admired how strong Garrett was, and he rarely lost his wrestling matches.

Hmmmm, Craig thought, I wonder if Garrett would beat a match with tight roped tied all around his fit body, so tight, that his muscles would get harder and harder with every struggle. Craig loved to play with ropes and duct tape at home and had tied up a few friends along the way for fun. Garrett and he knew each other from class, and Craig invited him over to study for that EEKY calculus test on Friday.

When Garrett came over, the two talked and studied for a couple hours, and then Craig brought up wrestling. Garrett had no idea that Craig wrestled, and Craig described a story of how he used to wrestle his older brother before he died in a car crash sadly after graduation. Garrett felt sorry for Craig for his loss, and Craig showed a picture of him. He looked just like him and taller! Garrett said I was always short, and that's why I wrestle to build more confidence that I can tackle anything, and win! That's when Craig asked if he can wrestle Garrett for old times sake. He wanted to see if he still had it in him. Garrett agreed and they both arm wrestled; of course Garrett won. Then they did leg wrestling, and boy were his legs strong, and Garrett toppled over Craig haha! Then it was man to man, and it was tough, very tough, to see the match maker. Garrett barely won and was amazed at Craig's strength.

Then Craig asked one more thing. "Could I tie you up and see if you get out of my ropes? I always wanted to see if a strong man like you would feat against my thin ropes, and if you do, I'll take you out for dinner afterward." Garrett was surprised at first but trusted Craig; he was a sweet caring young man. As Craig wrapped rope all around his chest, Garrett watched and stayed still. Craig tightly roped ip everything and tied it securely around his chest arms and wrists. Then he squeezed rope between his armpits and pulled tighter.

Garrett was getting quite hard unexpectedly! His lil dude was poking though his tight blue suit! And then Craig saw it, and Garrett felt embarrassed.

"Have you ever masterbated before?"

Garrett awkwardly said "Yes." Craig replied "I do too, to relieve stress. It's really relaxing, and you fall right asleep."

"Really." Garrett nodded, and Craig said he would do it whenever stressed out, and he always felt better.

Once his legs were tied, Craig tied them to his harness and suddenly young hot Garrett couldn't move..anything!! Craig watched as he thrashed around and pulled tight to free his hands, and his chest got really sweaty!

Mmmph! Uuuummmffff!!! Craig held his hand over Garrett's mouth and listened to his moans. Garrett's eyes were looking back, completely helpless, but tried to remain in control and struggled more while Craig held him tight. It was turning Garrett more aroused, and his lil dude poked out of his suit!

"uuuuUUUUMMMMPPPPHHH!!!!" Garrett's friction and stamina thrust his penis back and forth under his suit, and he wet all over his pretty blue suit with one big thrust! He was spent.

 Craig laughed and said, "You're one strong hot young man G. It was a real pleasure holding you in my arms while you fought my 'strength' and pushed yourself to the end. Rest now, my boy; let me pet you." Garrett laid in Craig's lap and adored his attention. Craig petted his beautiful black hair and hairy pecs dry. Garrett felt quite warm and relaxed all trussed up like a Spring chicken; more like a well dressed Thanksgiving turkey hehe!

"Uummmph!! mmmphff!"

Craig laughed and said "you talk too much boy. Just relax and let your worries pass." That's when Craig taped him up hehehe..

"MMMPPH!?!" Garrett didn't know Craig was so very turned on by duct tape. He was!

The End?

Model: garret  

photographer: Zac  

Date of Production:10/22/2014

I Spy by Fidelis

34 photos

I peered through my binoculars. There he was – sitting on the couch, happily watching TV. Totally unaware of what was going to happen to him. I wouldn’t have any trouble getting into the house – Richard was so careless with his keys, especially for a man in his position, and it had been a cinch to pinch his house key and have it copied. This carelessness with his keys had already allowed me to search his office; I was sure what I was looking for was somewhere in that big cluttered house. But where? I was going to have to ‘persuade’ Richard to tell me where he had hidden it – a task that I would enjoy. I picked up my bag of supplies and made my move.

It took me just seconds to unlock the kitchen door. Tsk, tsk. One would have thought that Richard would be more security conscious – just a simple lock. It had been barely worth my while to have new key cut – I could have had this lock picked in 10 seconds flat. The canned laughter of an inane sitcom drowned out any sound that I made. Such a pity that such a good-looking and intelligent man like Richard had such low taste. However, it was convenient for me, allowing me to creep up on him unannounced. I could just see the back of his head. Perfect. I would just reach over and….

"MMMPHHH" Richard cried out in pain as I yanked his arm up. The poor boy couldn’t make much sound as I had my other hand clamped over his mouth. The remote control for the TV fell to the floor as he struggled to escape from my iron grip. The more he struggled, the more I twisted his arm. The element of surprise was on my side. But I couldn’t keep my hand over his mouth forever. I needed both hands free. I had brought something with me that would keep him very quiet. I managed to squeeze both of his nostrils shut, using my thumb and index finger. With both his mouth and nose covered, Richard was having a little bit of difficulty breathing. I twisted his arm even harder – I knew how to cause excruciating pain without causing any physical damage. He went XXXX. I knew that this wouldn’t last long; I had to work quickly.

"GMMMUMWANTM?" Poor Richard. He looked so uncomfortable, and so tempting. A neat little bundle, all tied up. My favorite leather plug gag was keeping him nice and quiet, while the rope that secured his upper body kept him from wandering off. I shoved him back on the couch.

"You know what I want, Richard. Where the hell is the bloody Verney file? It’s nowhere to be found in the office – you must have it here. I want it NOW!"

"MMMFUCKMMU. GGMTRAITOR." He tried to get up from the couch, getting ready to butt me in the stomach with his head. I pushed back down on the couch.

"Now, now, Richard. Is that any way to talk to your buddy? Just tell me where you’ve hidden the file, and I’ll be out of here. Be a good fellow, and tell me where it is, and nobody will get hurt." I couldn’t resist chucking him under the chin – he looked so sexy lying there on the couch, all tied up and gagged and helpless.

"MMMNEVERMFINDMIT. GMFFUCKMINGMASSHOLE."

I grabbed him by the hair. I was getting really ticked off now. "You want to be Mr. Tough Guy? Fine!"

I took more rope and had his feet tied together in a minute. He looked up at me, his blue eyes spitting hatred and defiance. This really was going to be fun. I was getting all hot and bothered, and the evening had barely beXXXX. I didn’t really want to hurt Richard, and I knew something about him that I was sure would make him talk. I am really a kind and gentle soul, and violence of any type, unless absolutely necessary, is abhorrent to me. Luckily, Richard had this one weakness…….

His eyes bulged out as I began pulling off his socks.

"MMWATCHADOING! MMMNNOOO! GMDONT!!!!"

Even with his mouth full of the leather gag, his shrieks and screams were truly piteous to hear as I worked on his feet. Just the slightest brush of my little finger sent him into convulsions. He squirmed and thrashed about on the couch, but he couldn’t escape from me.

"Talk to me, Richard. Just tell me where that file is, and I’ll go and leave you alone. Come on, you can tell me where it is. There will be no real harm done – just a few bucks in my pocket. And I’ll be out of here for good once you give it to me. Come on, tell where you’ve hidden it."

"MMNNOO. MMNEVER!"

Hmm, the dear boy was showing a lot more stamina than I had expected. What to do next? I had really thought that the tickle torture would make him break down. I had to think about my next move. In the meantime, Richard was showing remarkable recuperative powers. He was mmmpphhing away through his gag, and trying to roll off the couch. I don’t know where he thought that he was going to go, tied up hand and foot the way he was, but all of this movement was getting on my nerves. Luckily, I had brought a great deal of rope with me. It took me just me a moment to put him into a secure hogtie. He looked terribly uncomfortable, but that was his problem, not mine. If he was going to be so stubborn, he was going to suffer.

Even hogtied, Richard was still trying to get free. He seemed to be putting a great deal of energy in rubbing himself against the couch, and he was getting a very odd look on his face. The tenor of his gagged moans seemed to have changed. They were no longer frantic cries for help, but softer, like little whimpers. This was intriguing. What was going on here? I walked over to the couch and flipped him onto his back. My, my, my. What did we have here? He pulled his legs up in a futile attempt to hide the huge bulge in his crotch. It seemed that my buddy was enjoying being tied up and gagged. I looked at his well packed jeans, neatly framed by rope. Hmmm. I thought of a way of getting him to talk.

"It’s getting awfully hot in here, Richard. Do you think that I should turn on the ceiling fan?

"MMMHMMPH?"

"Yes, I think that would be an excellent idea. You seem to be all hot and sweaty too. But first, let me make one or two adjustments."

I rummaged around in the kitchen until I found a stepladder. Just the thing that I needed. I sat down on the edge of the couch and unbuttoned Richard’s jeans.

"It looks like someone here is a happy camper. That’s an impressive set of family jewels that you’ve got there, Richard. It would be a terrible shame if anything happened to them."

"GMMMFFF? NNOOOOO! MMSTOPMMM!"

Richard seemed to be quite upset as I roped his cock and balls. I couldn’t resist stroking his cock to make it just a little bit harder. It was already dripping like a leaky faucet; I didn’t want him to cum. I needed him to be nice and hard for what I had in mind. Once I had him trussed up just the way I wanted, I took the end of the rope and pulled on it. He moaned and arched his back. Good. Now for the crowning touch. I pulled over the stepladder and climbed up on it, the end of the rope in one hand. I attached the rope to one of the blades of the fan and climbed down.

"Gee, that was awfully hard work, Richard. I’m just dripping. I really think that we need that fan on. Don’t you agree?"

""MMMNNOOOOO. MNNOOOOOOO!!! GMDONTTURNMON! MPLLEEEZZ."

"Are you going to tell me where you’ve hidden the Verney file?"

I could see that he was torn. Tears stood in his eyes. I was going to have to give him a little more to think about.

"Is this the switch that turns the fan on, Richard? If I flick it this way, will the fan start turning? I’m getting warmer and warmer, Richard. I think that if I don’t have that file in my hands very soon, I might start to melt. What do you have to say to that?"

"MMLLLTALK. GGMMHINVIDMMCASE. GMMDUMBDUMBER."

Ah, success. There was what I had been looking for. Time for me to go. Another mission successfully accomplished, and once again, no blood shed!

THE END

 

Richard played by Troy

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 09/05/2003

 

Duct Taped Trusty By: Nick007

24 photos; 2:57 video

“MMMPPHH!!!” was all Joe could get out through the gag. He awoke and found himself gagged with a bandana. As he looked down he found he had tape wrapped around his chest and around his wrists behind his back. Plus for some reason he was wearing a prison uniform. Joe is on the board of trustees of a big international department store. Now whoever did this to him did not tape his feet together. He thought to himself that he didn't want to find out who did this. Better to get away first.

Joe got to his feet and moved to the only door in the room, only to have it open, unexpectedly, and XXXX him over. When he looked up at who opened the door, he couldn't believe what he saw. It was him! Whoever this guy was, he could have been a twin of Joe. In fact he was wearing Joe's best suit.

In his best muffled voice he asked “Who the hell are you?!”

“Why, I'm you.” the man said. “You see, you've made some enemies in your company. And they want you gone. So they hired me.” The man picked Joe up off the floor and pushed him against the wall. “Now stay put while I make you more comfortable.”

The fake Joe began wrapping more duct tape around Joe's ankles and thighs. Fake Joe decided to feel up Joe and look him straight in the eye. “It's not gay. It's masturbation!” Then Fake Joe realized that Real Joe's pants were getting tighter. “Oh you like this sort of thing! Well where I'm sending you, you'll get a lot of this!”

Muffled, Joe said “Why do you look like me? Why are you doing this? What are you going to do with me?”

“That was a little too understandable when you got a gag in your mouth. Better make that more effective.” he said as he began wrapping more tape over Real Joe's mouth and around his head. “There much better. Now you are probably wondering, why I look like you, why I'm doing this, and what am I going to do with you. I can tell that's what you are thinking since I'm you.” he said mockingly.

“Well it's simple really. Your company couldn't get rid of you. One of your colleagues has a brother in prison where I was held. He saw me and realized that I could replace you. So he set it up so I could 'escape' only to be captured and placed back in prison. Only you are the one wearing my prison uniform and you are going back in my place.

Joe began yelling muffled obscenities. This of course only made the fake Joe smile, knowing the new gag was much more effective. The fake Joe pushed the real Joe down to the ground. “Now you stay put. The cops are on their way. Should be here in about fifteen minutes. Just enough time for me to get out of here. Fake Joe opened the door, straightened his tie and walked out the door.

Joe desparatly tried his best to struggle out of the tape. However it was wrapped way too tight. He saw a fork in the corner and figured he could try to cut the tape with it. So he inched his way over, grabbed the fork and realized that it was not going to help. The fork turned out to be plastic and grey which made it look real. It was a real kick in the groin after being put in this situation.

Just then Joe could hear police sirens outside. His only hope now was that the police would believe that he is not the real bad guy. And that's when it hit him. If his company found a way to fake an escape then most likely the prison is under the control of the company. He's boned and there is nothing he can do about it. He could just hear the fake Joe now saying “You're not yet, but you will be!”

The End.

 

Model: Rex

Ropework by: Nick007

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:07/01/2013

Attack of the Scorpions!

38 photos

Model: Stefano

Photography by Zac

 

Date of Production: 10/31/2012