Shaved

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Model:Hank

Photography by Slade

Date of Production:02/13/2013

Dylan's Return

20 photos; 5:41 video

Model: Dylan

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production 2-27-2015

Neat Little Package

35 photos; 5:28 video

Model: Jace

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/10/2010

Show a Little Skin

27 photos

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/04/2006

Gym Rat

20 photos; 5:20 video

Model: Aiden

Photography By Nick007

Date of Production: 2/23/2015

Getting Off Easy

20 photos; 4:03 video

Model: Matthew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/09/2013

Pitching Softballs By: Nick007

26 photos

Vincent sat there on the floor. His hands tied behind his back, gagged, and his ankles and knees tied together. How could he get himself into this situation? Just a few hours ago he was on the field playing softball with his team. Then his friend used his flaw againist him.

“Hey Vince! How about we make this interesting?” James said.

“What did you have in mind?” Vincent asked knowing no matter what it was, he was going to agree to it. He never could say no to a challenge and a bet.

“In today's game, the one to get the most home runs wins.”

“Ok. What do I win when you lose?” Vincent asked.

“First off, IF you win... IF.” James said.

Vincent chuckled to himself. He thought to himself that James has never hit a home run in his time on the team and he happened to be the team's heavy hitter. There was no way he could lose this bet.

“And second, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the day. No matter what it is!”

“Alright. I could a personal servant. You're on.”

As the game went on, Vincent struck out over and over. He couldn't believe his luck. It was the final inning of the game. It was Vincent's last chance to hit a homer. The first pitch, swing and a miss. Second pitch, he hit a foul ball. Finally, the third pitch, and nothing.

“Strike three! You're out!” The umpire shouted.

Vincent utterly defeated walked back to the dugout. He passed James who gave him a pat on the butt and said “Dont worry pal. I'll be nice to my servant.”

“You do know you actually have to hit a homer to win, right?” Vincent asked.

“I'm feeling pretty good about myself. You will be mine today.”

James stepped up to the plate, took a couple of practice swings and took his position. The pitcher pitched the ball. CRACK! James swung and XXXX the ball out of the park.

Vincent couldn't believe what he just saw. The team just won the game but he lost his bet. Fast forward to later that night at Jame's place. Vincent sits there bound and gagged. He is a man of is word. He said he would do whatever Jame's wanted and he meant it. He also figured this was just a ploy to see how far he would go with it.

James pushed Vincent onto his stomach and gave him a very hard spank. Vincent's ass was rock hard and just begged for it. He was still wearing his uniform from the game and was only wearing a jockstrap under his pants. So that swatting felt a harder than it was. James turned Vincent back over and laid a hand on his well muscled chest, slowly moving to his abs. Vincent was confused about what was going on but he liked it.

James knelt forward and got right next to Vincent's ear and whispered, “I paid that pitcher off so that I could win.”

Hearing that, sent Vincent into a frenzy. He bucked on the floor trying to get out. He was steaming mad. He had been cheated. Try as he might though, he couldn't undo the knots on the ropes.

“Good. Tired yourself out. Cause I got you all night long. I'm going to break that arrogant side of yours.”

Then End.

Model:Vincent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/17/2013

Syler Detour

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Breaking Loose by Caitiff

21 photos; 2:26 video

Bang Bang Bang... Bound and gagged, John spent his anger and frustration pounding on the wall and door of the closet he was locked in.

Things were not looking good for John. What had started as a simple job to break into a house and grab some merchandise had ended up with John tied up and gagged naked in the closet.

John struggled desperately to get free. The ropes around his wrists had no slack, securing his hands behind his back. He was good and tied up. Even the gag was on his mouth too tightly to get off without his hands. The masked man had made sure John was his tied up. John still had no idea why he had been stripped bare ass naked. Maybe it was a control thing. Maybe the guy figured that John wouldn’t try to escape when his dick was flopping out in the breeze.

Well, nude or not, John wasn’t going to just sit here.

John listened at the door. He heard nothing for the next few moments. Then John heard what sounded like the front door closing. John’s captor had left, it seemed.

Realizing he probably wouldn’t have a second chance, John pushed against the door. It stuck at first. John pushed harder. The closet door banged open.

With his feet tied, John had ot hop out of the closet. John had trouble getting his balance at first. He had never been tied up before. But eventually he got confident enough to hop across the room.

John’s first obstacle was the stairs. He had to get downstairs to escape. But the idea of hopping down a flight of stairs with his hands tied behind his back didn’t appeal to John. Still, there was no other way.

The first jump was the hardest. When John landed safely on the step, he felt more comfortable going down another and another. Before he knew it he was at the bottom of the stairs. He had made it.

John briefly contemplated if he should make a break for the front door or try to get loose from his bondage. In this neighborhood, he was leery enough running around naked. But who knows what would happen if he was still tied up and gagged, unable to defend himself.

John began jumping to the kitchen. He would find a edge and cut himself free. Maybe grab some clothes. Then when the masked man came back, John would teach him a lesson.

Unfortunately there seemed to be no edges around. Not in the drawers or in the sink or anywhere John could find or reach. Not even a butter edge. John glanced over at the fridge. On it was a dry erase board that read “Edges all dirty. Please wash. Slade”

If the guy lived alone as John’s fence had said, who was he writing this note too?

“Ahem”, John heard from behind. Standing right there was the masked man, who had been waiting for him the entire time.

The masked man grabbed John, picking him up easily over his shoulder and gave the young thug a hard slap on his cute ass.

Unknown to poor John , the entire thing had been a set up. John’s fence had decided John had outlived his usefulness. And the masked man needed new merchandise. The fence knew the masked man would pay well for a young stud with a bubble butt like John’s

Making John think he had a chance ot escape was just the first of many mind games the masked man would pull on his new merchandise, slowly training the bound and gagged stud until he was ready for market.

The End.

John played by Chad

The Masked Man played by Slade

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/15/2011

The Goalie by Caitiff

34 photos; 4:39 video

Peter was sure if it was all worth it. Sure he had wanted to get on the Hornets since he first heard of the team. They were the best team in the regional amateur competitive league. But he had had no idea of the weird shit they did when not on the field.

OF course, the time to think about this was not when Peter was already tied up on the futon of one of the players, his hands bound securely behind his back.

“Uhhh, so how long do I need to be like this?”, Peter asked timidly.

“Why is the newbie talking?”, the team captain asked,”Take that dirty sock and gag him with it.”

“Now wait a minute! I didn’t agree to be gag.. Mmmph!”, the sock tied into Peter’s mouth was sweaty and filthy. To make matters worse, duct tape was plastered over Peter’s mouth, sealing the sock in his mouth.

To make matter’s worse, Peter had forgotten t wear underwear and the soft satin of his shorts was rubbing against his cock. His large member was beginning to poke out.

“Hey look at that!”, one of the team said, pointing at Peter’s huge third leg. Unable to defend himself or stop them in any way, Peter had his dick pulled out all the way from his shorts. This man handling only made Peter even stiffer. His face burned red with embarrassment.

“Hey tie his feet. We should begin the real fun.”, another member of the team said and Peter’s ankle’s were lashed together. By now Peter was rolling and turning in his bondage, his dick flopping about.

Peter’s nervousness increased. What did they mean by “the real fun”?

Peter began to get an idea when his shorts were pulled down, exposing his ass. Each member of the Hornets then lined up, taking turns to spank his ass raw. Peter’s ass was soon red as an apple. and they didn’t stop there. They squeezed and fondled and played with Peter’s ass. They all seemed to do everything they could to Peter’s behind but fuck him directly. And as before, tied up and gagged, Peter could neither defend himself nor protest. Of course, al of this rubbing and abuse only made Peter’s peter even harder. Even if he could protest, his dick betrayed him.

Finally after the last man had his chance at Peter’s ass, the team Captain said, “Ok, we need ot confer. Make sure newbie doesn't’ go anywhere!”

Go anywhere? he was tied up hand and foot, gagged with his ass and hard dick hanging out. Where exactly ddi they think Peter was going to go? Did they think he would hop down the street bound and gagged and practically naked.

Oh God, Peter thought. what if they did make him bunny hop down the street while tied up and erect? Just how much embarrassment was Peter willing to put up with to be on this team? Did he even have a choice anymore?

Peter was hog tied, his hands were not now not just secured behind his back but to his feet. Then the Hornets left to another room to talk, leaving their captive alone to ponder his fate.

Peter had no idea how long he stayed like that, hog tied on the futon. Every time he moved he rubbed his dick against the sheet, making him even harder. He could move just enough to get hard but not enough to get off. The suspense was bad enough. But Peter realized that if this continued he would agree to do anything the Hornet team wanted if they would only let him get off.

When the Hornet’s came back in, Peter wasn't’ sure he was relieved or scared shitless. Peter’s heart raced as the Team Captain stood over Peter’s prostrate form.

“Well we’ve talked it over. There’s good news and bad news. The good news is we have decided ot let you on the team on a probationary level. The bad news is, part of the probation is that you stay tied up until the game tomorrow.”

“Mmmmmm!”, Peter gave out along moan. The frustration was only going to get worse. Or was it.

“Oh and we are going to take turns baby-sitting you so you can get to know your team mates better individually. I advise you make sure you keep them all happy.. if you know what I mean.”

Peter’s still hard dick was all the assurance the team Captain needed that Peter would have no problem with this.

The End

Peter played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/16/2007

Red Bound Hank

20 photos; 4:07 video

Model: Hank

Sean Down the Pipe

4:30 video

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Best Laid Plans By Cryptococcus

21 photos

"I've been your roommate for almost a year," Hank said. "I know you're gay, and that doesn't bother me. Even this doesn't bother me. Okay, put your hands behind your back."

Adam grinned and hastened to comply. It was the birthday of his lover Buck, and Adam had asked Hank to leave him tied up and helpless on the floor so Buck could find him that way when he arrived that evening.

"I don't know much about tying folks up," admitted Hank.

Adam laughed because Hank seemed to be doing fine. His hands were soon securely bound securely, but not too tightly. He had deliberately picked out large diameter rope because he though it would be safer.

"Not AROUND my neck," Adam complained.

"Okay, we'll just loop it around the back," said Hank, and then he joined the rope he just placed to the other ropes around Adam's chest and upper arms.

"Needs something," said Hank.

"Tie up my legs?"

"Nope. You should be gagged. Where's the duct tape?"

Adam's eyes widened. "If you gag me I won't be able to make suggestions."

"That's the idea," said Hank. "Nobody likes a NOISY helpless guest. Come on."

Adam thought that this was premature, but he leaned back on the couch and presented his face to his roommate. As the tape met flesh, Adam wondered about the few wispy mustache hairs that he had worked on for so long. It might HURT when the tape was eventually removed.

"Much better," said Hank. "Now let's get those legs."

"MMPHLE," said Adam, as Hank reached for the rope and, using his knees, pushed Adam's legs together.

Hank felt a tingle and movement in his jeans, and he was bemused. He was a hundred-percent sure that he wasn't gay, but tying up old Adam seemed to be having a definite effect on him. He quickly looped ropes above and below Adams knees, and then around his ankles.

Comfy?" asked Hank.

"MMPH," said Adam, with a nod. To demonstrate it, Adam stretched out on his belly.

"Hmm," said Hank. As he circled Adam, he looked critically at his handiwork. "You know," he said, you're not completely helpless. You can still HOP. We need to do something about that."

"MMNPH!" said Adam, who thought that he was well-prepared for Buck. He even imagined that he must look pretty sexy right then.

Adam groaned into the gag as Hank tied his wrists to his ankles. Okay, he thought, this is getting a lot more REAL, but it's still not BAD.

Hank considered, and then he reached deep in the bag. The only rope left was pink, but it would have to do. Hank pushed Adam onto his back and found the center of the rope. Then he looped the center around the back of Adam's neck and used his knees to push Adam's bound legs toward his chest. By this time, Hank had an uncomfortable full erection, due to warm contact only, he was certain, and he knew that he'd have to do something about it.

"RUMPH," said Adam into the gag as Hank pushed him sideways. Hank liked what he saw, so he rolled Adam onto his other side. Then he returned Adam to a knees up, back down position.

"Well," he said, "you're looking pretty helpless to me. Bro, I gotta get ready for my own date, so while you stay there all trussed up like a turkey, I'm going to take a shower. Hank was sure that Adam's plight was not a factor, but he intended to masturbate right away.

Adam heard the sound of the shower running. He had no idea why Hank, who wasn't exactly a model of personal hygiene, suddenly needed to take a shower. He had already had one that day.

"URRGH," Adam groaned, delighted, into his gag as he flexed against the ropes. It felt so good that he tried it again. He thought about the way time always seemed to pass so slowly when he was helpless and unable to do anything about events passing by all around him. He was not sure that even Buck knew what a turn-on it was for him to be helpless and have somebody else responsible for his well being . . . or lack of it!

Several minutes later Adam saw Hank exit the shower with a towel loosely draped around his middle. Adam sighed. Hank was a hunk.

Adam again flexed against the ropes. I could free myself, he thought, given enough time. He rolled from side to side, feeling the hardness of the floor pressed against his wrists and hands, the snugness of the ropes around his chest and upper arms, and the gentle but ever present pull of the rope behind his neck.

Hank reappeared a few minutes later. He had changed into denim shorts, a print tee-shirt, and was wearing sandals. He grinned at Adam. "You look pretty good down there like that. I just might decide that I like having you this way."

"YETH," Adam agreed, wondering if his roommate was serious. Sex with Buck and homemade bondage on demand with Hank? Yes, it could work . . .

"Well, I'm not so keen on leaving you here unsupervised like this. You sure you're going to be okay until Buck gets here?

Adam nodded his head vigorously.

"Okay, it's your choice. See you, roomie." With that, Hank picked up his wallet and cell phone and crammed them into his pants pockets. With a last grin at this roommate, Hank left for his date.

Adam immediately relaxed into his ropes, or relaxed as much as his bound position would allow. The apartment was quiet, with the only sounds being the soft whir of the air conditioner and the tick of the clock on the fake mantelpiece. Now we wait, Adam thought. He sighed through his nose, and then he waited for his fantasies to catch up to reality.

Then the phone rang. Adam raised his eyebrows as he looked toward the phone. After five rings, the answering machine picked up.

"Hey, Adam, this is Buck. Change of plans. My mom and dad are going to grill some steaks, and they said you were welcome to come, too. Can you meet me in the plaza in fifteen minutes? Um, call me on the cell if you can't. See ya there! Thanks!"

The End

Date of Production: 06/24/2006

MARCH! by Kirk

26 photos

        Reggie was miserable and uncomfortable in the trunk of the car. Tied hand a foot, tape gagged, he had been made to submit to rope and tape and the indignity of being manhandled. The car which was his prison had been going for hours. It was hot, very hot. Reggie was glad they had stripped off his shirt before roping him…”the sweat would only make it more unbearable,” he thought as he tried to move his body in his prison. “Like a fuckin oven, damped and tied, but why,” he asked as the car moved to its unknown destination. Reggie checked the ropes…. They were tied good and tight. He would have to wait.

His shanghaier in the passenger seat was sending information on his blackberry. “$50K or you will never see him again.” It was their first job… fast cash. Little did they think they could have asked for more - Reggie was filthy rich. They continued over the George Washington Bridge, the sun baking down on the car as they drove across the Hudson River. “When we get to your house, rope him good,” the driver said. “Yeah, that should be fun. Wonder how tough boy back there likes the heat?” They car got into the left lane and proceeded north up the Palisades in New Jersey, heading toward a small Hudson River town in New York.

Reggie was ready to rip the skin from his hands to break free. Finally he realized he better settle down: he was only dehydrating. Any motion in the oven he was tied in only opened each pore of his body as the sweat flowed. He began to daydream.

He felt the slap from his older brother across his face. His eyes widened as his brother took the tip of a switch edge and gently traced it across his face and bare chest. Reggie could feel the sweat pouring down his brow and pecs. He knew his brother was playing with him but he felt the terror. The cold edge had contrasted with his hot body: Reggie was tied up in the basement of their home, next to the oil burner which was humming away making hear and hot water. It was near 95 in the boiler room, and Reggie had been placed against some metal poles before the burner by his brother. Stripped to the waste, his arms were spread outward from his body, and they had been tied to the pole at his biceps, elbows, forearm and wrists. He was sitting, and his brother had roped his legs and, with a rope around his ankles, pulled them forward so he was stretched and racked. Roped circled around his neck and torso, binding him to the railings. He could not move. Reggie had let his brother tie him up – a challenge. Now, as he was blindfolded, Reggie realized he was utterly helpless and dependent on his brother. Reggie flexed in the ropes---- he would be there for a while. He just had to sit there and endure the heat and the sweat. “Just like now…….”

The daydream ended with blinding light and the smell of fresh air. The car had stopped, and the trunk popped. Reggie’s feet were cut and he was put on his feet, wobbly, by his shanghaiers. “Cooperate and you will live – fight us and this is it--- now MARCH!” Reggie began to walk forward, his body coming back to life in the cool air. He was marched down a flight of stairs into a wonderfully cool basement. “Turn around.” Reggie did as ordered and felt the shanghaier roping his arms to his torso. “Now March toward that door and open it.” Reggie obeyed, feeling his muscles strain as he moved his tied wrists as much as possible from behind his back, and turned the doorknob. He walked to a support beam and put his back against it as ordered. Soon, the goons had roped his torso to it. Once restrained, they retied his feet. “See that generator over there----- we are going for the ransom now and that generator will turn on in 4 hours. You know what carbon monoxide does? They gave Reggie a few slaps to his bare belly and left him to begin to sweat and stare at the generator.

Reggie worked on his bounds. Ignoring the pain he flexed as he did at the doorknob and reached the ropes around his chest with his tied hands. Pulling the ropes down and bit he was able to turn around and slip out of them. “Now what, I am stilled all tied up, hand and foot!” Reggie began to hop toward a workbench and looked for anything that could cut the ropes which by now had dug deep into his wrists. Though his fingers were numb, he rummaged but found nothing useful. He squatted and tried to pull his hands under his but and to his front, but there was too much rope. Finally he grinned behind his gag and went ballistic until the knot got free. Reggie was able to untie his wrists, noted the rope marks, removed his gag, and broke free of the house. In their stupidity, his shanghaiers had left Reggie’s cell phone in his pocket. He called for help, and waiting with a looming state police hostage XXXX, he enjoyed watching his shanghaiers get cuffed and stand before him. “Sweating a bit boys,” he asked at the two men, sweat pouring down their face! “I am sure you will sweat a bit more n prison for interstate shanghaing!” The two had their head’s downcast. Reggie smiled as he heard the arresting offers order the two men: “MARCH!”

Reggie Played by Andre

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/08/2006

Golden Cub

19 photos

The Intruder Part 2 & 3

6:36 video

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So Business Like

20 photos; 4:12 video

Date of Production: 1/9/2015

Model : Hank

Giving Back by Caitiff

22 photos

“Where is it?”

“Hey, anyone see my IPod?”

“Didn’t we have more DVDs then this?”

It had finally come to a head. For weeks now the Frat house Lambda Kappa Rho had seen stuff go missing. At first no one realized that their missing stuff was part of a larger pattern. But soon the frat house members realized they had a thief in the house and suspicion fell on one of their newest members, Tad. And sure enough, most of the stolen items were found Tad’s room.

Most.

When confronted, Tad admitted that while he had kept a lot of the stuff for himself, he had sold other stuff to pawn shops for beer money.

Tad was given a choice. He could be turned in to the police, which would hurt the house’s rep as much as Tad’s. Or he could make restitution. The stuff that was still missing had to be returned. Unfortunately not only did Tad not recall where he had put all of the claim tickets, he had gone to pawn shops all over town to try to cover his tracks.

Disgusted, the brothers bound Tad’s hands behind him to keep him from trying to make a break for it in case he decided to go back on the deal.

“Look, I said I was sor..MMPH!”, were the last words Tad would say for a while as duct tape was plastered over his lying mouth. More rope was tied around his knees and ankles, binding him up in a tight little bundle.

Tad was left on the steps to ponder his fate as his brothers took the house apart, searching for the claim receipts. The sounds of searching echoed through the house. Although the brothers passed by Tad on the steps, he was persona non grata. They pretended they didn't’ see him as he struggled in vain and moaned pitifully through the thick tape gag over his mouth.

Tad, realizing that no one was paying any attention to him, slowly hopped to his feet. One tied feet, he hopped down the steps and towards the door. If he could get to the door, he thought, he could somehow get out of the house, get free from the ropes tying him up and hide out for a while.

Tad was almost to the door when he heard , ”Hey!” and found himself surrounded by his frat brothers. They roughly grabbed him.

Tad tried to weasel himself out but it was impossible to bull shit when he was gagged. All that could come out were faint “mmphssmmmmm”s .

To make sure he didn't’ try to hop away again, the brothers decided to tie his hands to the banister. Cruelly Tad’’s bound arms were XXXX up and tied in that position.

“MMMMM!!” Tad groaned angrily. He knew he had done wrong but this was going to far. Tad’s arm’s and shoulders burned from the strain. But Tad’s grunting protests went ignored.

“Tape his eyes too.”, One of the brothers said, “So he cant’ tell when ‘s alone. I don't’ want this fucker trying to get away again.”

Sticky tape was plastered over Tad’s eyes. Tad was now tied gagged and blind, totally helpless. Tad twisted his bound body, trying in vain to, if not get free, at least settle into a more comfortable position. The ropes bit into his hands and legs. The tape gag seemed to have become part of his face and the blindfold pulled at his eyebrows.

“All right. We found all of the claim tickets, we think. So a few of us will stay here to watch fuck head here while the rest go to every pawn shop in town. ”

“And if we can’t get everything back?”

”Then we get pay back another way.”

Tad could hear the door close with an ominous thud. Tad prayed all of the claim tickets ha been found. He would have gladly helped them look, especially knowing how they planned on taking anything not found out of his hide. But bound and gagged, Tad was helpless. And that seemed to be the way his frat brothers wanted him.

Blindfolded, Tad had no way to know how long he stood there. Gagged, he couldn't’ even ask the time. His arms burned and no matter how he twisted or turned, he couldn’t relieve the discomfort. To make matters worse, the remaining frat brothers decided to take out their boredom on Tad’s helpless body. Every so often a hand would grab him and punch him. Sometimes the hands even grabbed roughly at his ass and crotch. Tad could do no more then grunt in protest.

After how long, Tad couldn’t say, he heard the door open. Was this nightmare finally over? Had they gotten everything back?

“Ok, we have good news and bad news.”, Tad heard someone say. He didn't like the sound of that.

“The time had expired and they sold off Jerry’s stereo, Jason’s MP3 player and a few other items.”

“So what’s the good news?”

Tad’s ears perked as his spirits rose. Depending on the “good news”, he may get out of this yet.

“We found a few guys who said they would give us the money to buy new stuff.. IF we loan them Tad for a day or two for some fun. . Our only condition is they keep him bound and gagged the entire time and return him so we can have our own fun.”

Tad sagged as much as his body allowed in defeat.

The End

Tad played by Tommy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/05/2007

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I'm posting my personal media to keep the site updated along with BoundGuys product untill Richard recovers from a horrible car accident.

Please bare with me and thank you all for understanding.

Slade

Straight Jacket Daddy

21 photos; 4:34 video

Model: Hank

Date or Production 1/09/2015

The Basement. by Kirk

31 photos

It was 2:00 am and Roger, a private investigator, found the construction site in the back woods off of route 407. It was hard to see in the dark, the house was set back off the road in the woods. There was some light coming from a basement window and the sound of a generator.

He walked slowly. He knew if he got the photos the blackmail would end for his client. He had the money with him: $50,000.00 - 500 one hundred dollar bills. Small price to pay he thought to save the career of a politician. But, that was not his business. He was hired to do a job and he would do it.

It was eerie he thought – only light coming from the basement windows, the upper part of the house still a wooden shell. He went around back and pounded on the basement door. No answer, though he was sure he heard voices. He peered through the window - a generator was humming away. He figured they could not hear him so he turned the doorknob and step into the room. Then….

Blindness. Pounding. Grinding noises. Roger tried to focus his eyes, but soon realized they were covered. HE WAS BLINDFOLDED! Worse, he soon realized he was all tied up and gagged. He tried to clear his head, but the sound of the generator was deafening. He called out but only produced mpfff noises. He tried to stay calm. His feet were free but his hands and arms were tightly roped. He checked the ropes. His fingers fumbled for a knot. He realized whoever roped him was good at the trade… the numbness going down his arms into his wrists proved their efficiency with rope. He had to see if they were still there. He began to move his face, trying to drop down the blindfold. At the same time his fingers reached his back pocket --- the money was gone! “So that’s it,” he thought, “…a setup. They got the money and I am tied up! They are probably long gone. Gotta get out of these ropes!” With much exertion and grunting, and using the wall for leverage, he got up, and finally dropped the blindfold when…

CHOKING. A hand around his neck was choking him. “You are being a bad boy. Now you know what I look like!” Roger was dumped to the floor, gasping for breath as his feet were tightly roped together. “Now I have to take care of you! Need some more gas for the generator. Be right back.” Roger watched as his captor closed the basement windows and left. The generator was grinding away, now making carbon monoxide that stayed in the room. Roger at once realized his plight. He would soon be DEAD from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Roger bucked at the roping, but they held. Using every bit of energy he had, he XXXX himself to his feet. Glad that his ankles were tied side by side, he began to baby step to the door. He dropped to the ground once, and again struggled to his feet. His heart was racing in his chest. He finally got to the door knob and turned it and fell into the hands of his captor!

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

Manhandled, his captor XXXX Roger against a load column and quickly roped his body to it. In his haste, the door was left open and Roger welcomed the fresh air as his captor tortured his belly with punches and his face with slaps. Helpless, Roger endured his torments. When his captor completed his revenge, he laughed at the bound and gagged captive, and left, locking the door.

Roger was helpless and stared at the generator and the gas jug next to it. “Next to it? He forgot to put in the gas? Could it be?” Roger was loosing hope when: darkness. The generator ran out of gas and stopped. Roger heaved a sigh of relief and bucked his torso against the ropes. The ropes holding him to the column gave way, and he fell to the floor. Rolling around in the dark, he made it to the door. Again XXXX himself upright he turn the door know and fell outside into a pile of mud, heavy rain drenching life back into him.

Roger worked on his ropes all night but all he produced was rope burn. The wet ropes were impossible to untie. By dawn the rain stopped, and in the morning a construction crew member was shocked to find a bound and gagged man lying in the mud. He untied Roger and both men looked at the rope burn wounds to his wrists.

Roger quit being a private investigator. In fact, he joined the construction company. His rescuer would also remind him of the rope burn. One day Roger asked him if he would like to try breaking free. From that time on both men began to enjoy tie up challenges.

Roger played by Hal

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/17/2006

All The Tied Moves by Jase1010

34 photos; 7:38 video

Max was trying to clear his head, and figure out what had happened in the last 15 minutes. He'd been working out at home when the doorbell rang.

He was expecting a UPS delivery of some new wrestling gear he'd ordered, so he didn't even bother looking through the peephole. As he swung the door open, he was disappointed not to see the familiar brown uniform of the UPS guy, but instead a stranger in jeans and a black T-shirt.

"Sorry to bother you, my car broke down and my cell phone's dead. Could I borrow your phone to call Triple A?" the stranger said.

"I guess so," Max said with a smile.

As the stranger stepped forward, his right arm suddenly shot out, and the thick fist landed right on the sweet spot on Max's glass jaw. Max went down like a sack of potatoes.

Now he was trying to clear his head, as he came to on his bed. He grunted, and realized he was tightly gagged. His wrists were bound in front of him in a thick bundle of coiled black rope. His first instinct was to try to pull off the tape gag, so he raised his hands to his face and tried to get a grip on the wide band of tape.

"Down, boy." It was the voice of the stranger, who entered the bedroom pointing a shiny silver concealed item at Max. Max froze and grunted into his gag. "Lay down, Sport."

Realizing he had no choice, Max acquiesced to the stranger's demand. Within a few minutes, his ankles were tied to his thighs in an awkward forward hogtie.

The stranger then tied a rope around Max's waist and attached it to the rope on his wrists, after threading it through his ass cheeks.

Then some more rope was wound tightly around his chest and biceps. After double-checking his ropework and smoothing down Max's tape gag, the stranger stood and left the room without a word.

Max immediately started to struggle.

He couldn't believe that his strength was defeated by a few yards of tightly knotted rope. He clawed with his fingertips at the knots on his ankles and thighs, but the way he was bound prevented him from gaining any headway.

Every time he found a knot, his fingertip would slip over it without making any progress.

As he struggled helplessly, Max reminded himself to buy a door chain as soon as he got loose.

MMPPPPHHHHH!!!

The End

Max played by Jace

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:06/10/2010

No Smoking By Caitiff

30 photos

Everybody in the neighborhood liked Dave. He was a really cool guy, fun to hang with and he was always fixing people's cars for free. But he did have one vice. He smoked about 5 packs a day, blowing smoke everywhere. Not only did he blow all his money but his doctor was telling him he had the lungs of an 80 year old. Dave was 23. Finally we all talked him into quitting. Unfortunately a day later...

"Hey man, I thought you were going to quit!?", I asked when we saw Dave smoking outside his apartment.

"Yeah, well, I went a day and couldn't take it so I decided I'll quit later."

The first day was the hardest and if Dave didn't even have the will power to last through that... We all looked at each other and came to a decision. It was time for an intervention.

"Don't worry, Dave, we'll help you quit."

"Uhh, ok. How?" Dave asked warily.

"Mmmmmppffaaaa mmm!" Dave grunted as loudly as he could. he was probably trying to say something more intelligible then that but the cloth gag that was wedged between his lips made everything come out a mumble.

Dave's grunting grew louder and more frequent as he twisted in the ropes we had used to tie his hands and feet with. Not that he had any chance of getting away. The knots stayed secure. But Dave struggled anyway.

"We're sorry to be so rough but this is the only way. And with you on vacation, we have plenty of time to help you kick the habit."

"Mmmmfff mmm mfffaaaooo!", Dave mumbled angrily into his gag.

"You're welcome!"

The first few days are the hardest. And it didn't help that Dave had no will power when it came to smoking. Desperately he twisted and rolled and struggled to get free. Though we knew he couldn't get free, and would be promptly retied even if he did, some of us from the neighborhood sat around his apartment and made bets to as too how far he would get. By late that night, I had won. Dave had not only not managed to get free (as I knew he wouldn't. I had been the one to tie him up) but he couldn't even spit out the gag which was tied very tightly in his mouth. Basically, Dave just twisted and rolled and grunted what sounded like obscenities. It was great entertainment.

Eventually everybody had to go home. It was late and people had to go to work or church the next day. And the kids had to go to bed. In the end, I was left alone with our bound and gagged neighbor. It had been my idea to tie him up and I had been the one to actually do the knots that now bound our friend. I had a responsibility to look after him. I also didn't have anything to do tomorrow. So I settled onto the couch with a blanket.

Strangely the grunting Dave was making was kind of soothing. I lay back and watched him continue struggling as he had been doing all day. Where did he the energy?

Secure in the knowledge that my captive was going to remain tied up and gagged, his muffled grunts lulled me to XXXX.

The next morning, sure enough, Dave was still on the floor, tied up and gagged. The fight had been taken out of him by the long night on the floor. He was a little sore and more then a little smelly but otherwise fine.

"So do you think you are over the nicotine cravings now?" I asked.

Still securely gagged, Dave's middle finger gave his answer. Well, you always got crabby when you're quitting.

"Don't worry." I said, "I'm sure after a few more days, you won't want a cigarette ever again."

I lay back on the couch and watched as Dave suddenly found the energy to start struggling and grunting into his gag again. I just sat there and watched. I didn't mind if I had to keep him bound and gagged all week.

The End

Dave played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/25/2003

Scientific Revenge, Part Two by Amboy

15 photos

Brendan could only plead with his eyes because of the blue tape holding his mouth securely shut, as he watched his nemesis Dylan holding the concealed item and smiling that strange smile of satisfaction. Here he was, the day before he was supposed to receive a major grant for a research project, having been tied up and tape-gagged by an oversized flunkie in the service of his former best friend, who was next on the list to receive the grant if Brendan couldn't show. And apparently, that was the game plan.

Dylan replaced the receiver on the phone through which Brendan had just tried calling for help, and fingered the concealed item again. "So, Brendan," he said, "it's obvious that once again, that big brain of yours stops just short. It's almost like senior year of high school, when we tied for first place on the Westinghouse prize, remember?" Brendan just stared at him, too scared to respond. Dylan pushed the concealed item against his victim's temple. "REMEMBER??"

"Mmmm hmmm, mmmm hmmm, mm mmmbrr," he grunted quickly, nodding his head furiously, hating the feel of cold steel near his brow.

"And then I lost on the technicality," Dylan said sadly, "and you ended up with all the glory. I really thought I would shoot myself to XXXX that day." He put the barrel of the pistol to his own brow, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "But then I realized it wasn't me who should have been dead, it was you." He came around behind Brendan and lifted him to his bound feet. "Oh, don't worry, Professor, you're not gonna die. Not today, anyway. But I've got to get you out of the way." He maneuvered Brendan to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. "Now, sit there and shut up until I find your notes. We've got to wait for Jordan to get back here."

For the next hour, all Brendan could do was to sit there, watching Dylan go through his notebooks, taking anything he cared to take or anything that he must have found interesting. Had it not been for the concealed item, Brendan would have tried anything to escape.

A XXXX on the door and Dylan was ushering Jordan back into the room, with a Polaroid camera and a large plastic tub with a lid. "This is what we'll take him in," Jordan said.

"Good," Dylan said. "Tie his hands in front of him and have him hold this newspaper, so we can prove he's still alive." Jordan did as he was told, and all Brendan could do was shakily hold the paper and whimper softly through his taped mouth while Dylan sXXXXped a Polaroid. "Now on your feet, Professor. Hop on over here to this tub."

Brendan did as he was told, standing next to the large tub on the floor, as Dylan re-tied his hands behind his back. Jordan lifted him off the floor in an easy move and lay Brendan in it. "Better if you can't see clearly," Dylan added, removing Brendan's glasses and pocketing them.

Although Brendan continued to try to plead with Jordan and Dylan with his eyes and the occasional unintelligible moan through the gag, the lid on the tub was closed in a matter of seconds and Brendan felt himself being transported into a vehicle.

But transported to where?????

The End?

Brendan played Jacob

Photography by Caitiff