Playing by Himself by Godfrey

24 photos; 4:17 video

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

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

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

He was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Mike played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/15/2008

Bear In Peril

24 photos; 6:18 video

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dean played by Himself
The masked man played by Mister Ex

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/06/2015

Caught Out by FYU

28 photos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you move, I will hurt you."

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

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

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

""Why should I care who you are?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dante played by Stefano

Photography by Zac

Date of Production:10/25/2012

Nearly Naked Pt 2

21 photos; 5:24 video

Model: Charles

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/22/2013

Tatoo

25 photos; 3:30 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2007

The Super By Ivor Ciccone

25 photos

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello, Chris?"

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

"MMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFFF!"

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

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

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

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

"Now sit down on that chair, boy."

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

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

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

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

"GGGGRRRRMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!"

The End

Mike played by Roy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/16/2002

Splits

13 photos; 2:59 video

Model: Hal

Photograph by John

Date of Production: 10/08/2006

At the Table by Fidellis

26 photos; 0:25 video

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

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

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

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

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

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

"GGMMMFUCKMMTHINKMUDONG? MMLEMMEMGOMNOW!"

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

"GGLEMMEGOMMARSHOLE! GGMUMCANTMMDOTHISMMEEE!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

Jake played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/02/2003

Beach Boy Taken

29 photos; 4:48 video

Created 6/10/2015

Model: Damien

Hit That

26 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Dante

Photography by: Nick007

Date of Production: 5-19-2015

You Know What I Want by Caitiff

23 photos; 3:21 video

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmm!”, Dave groaned for help.

“I guess you want to be untied, huh?”

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

So why wasn’t he getting untied already?

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

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

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

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

“Mmnn mmm!!”Dave begged.

”What’s in it fo me?”

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

“Mmmll memm muu mumuk mmy mmimmk”?

“I can suck your dick?”

Dave nodded yes.

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

“Mmmuu mmnn muuk mmee.”

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

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

“Mmmlll mmmuuk mmooo mmmkk.”

“Suck my dick? You would do that?”

Dave nodded. Anything to get out of these ropes.

“And the balls?”

Dave nodded yes again.

“And will you swallow?”

Dave winced but he nodded again.

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

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

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

“Sorry. What?”

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

“And?”

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Dave played by Eric

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/06/2006

Sean Hanging Out

5:12 video

Special Video from ropermike.com

Screwed

19 photos; 5:21 video

Model: Rephael

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 5-30-2015

My New Puppy by Gilroy

20 photos; 9:44 video

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End?

Sam Nelson played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/15/2010

INTRUDER ALERT! by SoftTouch

29 photos; 4:34 video

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

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

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

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

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

"Get him!" growled the Rabbit.

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

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

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

"Nice jewelry," he sneered at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

Model: Marco

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/24/2009

A Well Deserved Spanking

19 photos; 4:46 video

Model: Raphael

Model: Cliff

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-28-2015

The Stool Pigeon by Caitiff

28 photos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And after?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Sidney knew Joey wasn’t kidding.

The End

Sidney played by Mitch

Joey played by Rod

Date of Production: 11/15/2007

Spread and Exposed

20 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/14/2013

Good Neighbor Policy by Kurt

26 photos; 2:21 video

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

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

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

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

"Mmmpphhh!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Ritchie played by DJ

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/14/2006

Home Invasion by Sammy

28 photos

Chad was exhausted, he needed the overtime but all the extra hours at work were taking their toll. He had finally gotten some time off and he was going to get some much deserved XXXX. After stripping down to his boxer-briefs he laid down. Soon his eyelids began getting heavy as he drifted off to XXXX. It was not long before he woke with a start; when he opened his eyes he was staring down the barrel of a concealed item! Behind the concealed item a hefty man in a ski mask was glaring down at him.

“Well, looks like XXXX beuty is awake.”

“What do you mmmMMffFFFHHHhhh?!” Before Chad could finish the sentence the hefty man was beside him in bed with a meaty hand clamped over his mouth and the concealed item still pointed at him.

“You, talk to much. Shut, the hell up!” growled the hefty man.

Chad struggled futilely against the mans hand-gag. Even with only one arm holding him Chad just was not strong enough to break loose.

“MMmmFFffetMMHHGo”

“Keep it up and you will be sorry”, hissed the hefty man as he raised the concealed item and aimed it at Chad.

Chad immediately went XXXX and passive.

“Good. good I like my guys nice and submissive. Now here is the deal, this is a robbery I am going to have a look around and see if there is anything I want. But right now I don’t want you getting in my way.”

From out of nowhere the man pulled out several lengths of rope and began wrapping them tightly around Chad’s arms and legs.

Chad started protesting as the hefty man began binding him up. “Please don’t tie that tight rope around me. It really hurts. Chad could feel each coil of the rough rope bite deeply into his tender flesh. “Ouch,” moaned Chad. “I really dommmFFFhhh, MMMMpppHHHH. “

The hefty man XXXX a green bandana beween his teeth and tied the loose ends securely behind his head. “I told you to shut, the hell up. And just to make sure you stay quiet ...”, the man slathered a sticky piece of duct tape over Chad’s mouth also.

When the hefty man had securely gagged Chad he finished tying him up. He had tied Chad’s hands behind his back and also tied his ankles and knees together.

Chad strained against the ropes as the man walked out of the bed room to look around the house. No matter how hard he tried he was unable to get free. He stretched and pulled and finally manged to sit up on the bed. The rope kept biting deeper into his skin and his muscles throbbed from all the struggling. Chad also could not hide the fact that everything that had happened so far had him so turned on. If it had not been that he was also scared for his life he would be enjoying himself. After taking a break for few seconds Chad staggered to his feet and began slowly hopping towards the door. If he could just reach the door and slip out the back way he would be safe. With each hop the door got closer; just as he reached the door, it burst open and XXXX him off his feet.

Chad lay on the floor dazed from the fall and looking up at the hefty man in the ski mask.

“So, trying to escape, huh?” “Well guess I will just have to make sure you are not gonna be anymore trouble. “

The man pounced on Chad and using more rope he quickly pulled his legs and arms into a very painful hogtie.”

Chad, howled in pain behind the gag.

Then the man hefted Chad onto the dresser. “This should keep you out of trouble.”

Chad struggle a litle on top of the dresser. The pain was so exquisite, that there was no denying how aroused he was now; even the man noticed.

“Well, well nothing else in your house is worth a shit but it seems that I finally found something I want”, he said as he approached and slid his hand down the back of Chad’s underwear. “Yes, that’s nice and tight for me. Good, and maybe you get something you want from me too.” The man slowly began unzipping his pants...”

The End

Chad played by Andre

The Robber played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/13/2006

Sailor In Trouble 2

20 photos; 3:54 video

Model:Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/12/2013

No Time to XXXX By Cryptococcus

31 photos

Doster loved to tie up men. He didn't dwell on the reasons why or even considerate it an aberration of his. If you asked him, he'd say that there's nothing unusual about men wanting to bound and gagged, tied and helpless, and he was only in the scene to accommodate these fellows.

Fellows like Daniel - Daniel, sitting so handsomely on the edge of the bed, already comfortable in his restraints, comfortable in this place, and confident, obviously, in the intentions and gentleness of Doster.

Just the way Doster liked to have his friends, in fact.

Sounding him out at lunch the previous day, Doster had asked, "So, Daniel, what do you like to do or have done to you when you're tied up?"Do?" asked Daniel, surprised. "Well, I kind of like being helpless, you know."

"You into sex during bondage?" Doster asked.

Daniel coughed in embarrassment, sending some of his drink up into his

nasal cavity. He couldn't believe his brand new friend Doster had

asked that so nonchalantly while sitting at a table in a crowded

Denny's. Then Daniel found that he simply had no answer.

Sensing his discomfort, Doster did not further pursue the question. He

decided to just follow the young fellow's lead.

And first he had to find out how Daniel took his bondage.

So far, so good, thought Doster.

Daniel, bound hand and ankle reclined on the bed, cognizant of the vast amount of rope that Doster had not yet employed – on him! Daniel was thinking that this was too easy. Even when Doster added the gag, Daniel thought about his own body in bondage. The XXXX parallelism of his limbs, captured and bound together, incapable of separation, but capable of parallel movements.

Doster was not thinking about such technical things. He was thinking that Daniel had a rosy glow that he admired. He did want to have sex with the young man, but he didn't want to rush the guy. If not in this session, he thought, then the next.

On his side, on his back, Daniel could have fallen asleep.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable without those shorts riding so high on your hips?" asked Doster.

Daniel considered, and then he nodded tentatively.

"Great!" said Doster. He pushed Daniel's ankles down, straightening his legs, and placed Daniel's legs over his shoulder. He reached down with both hands and tugged Daniel's shorts down, exposing the twin globes of Daniel's ass.

Daniel rolled onto his belly with his ass elevated, granting Doster a good view.

"Still okay?" Doster asked.

"Sure," or something very similar, Daniel said into the gag.

"Great," said Doster. "Let's get your hands behind your back. We'll see how you do with that, and if you're okay, we'll go for a hog-tie."

Daniel had not lost the feeling that his fantasies were being made true. He sat quietly while his hands were being untied, and then, without prompting, he pivoted around and offered Doster his wrists, now behind his back.

Daniel raised an eyebrow when Doster twisted Daniel's hands around so that they were knuckle-to-knuckle instead of palm-to-palm and secured Daniel's wrists that way. It was simple, but effective, thought Daniel.

Doster allowed his willing captive to get comfortable again in his new bondage state.

Daniel knew that he was not helpless yet. He could still twist and even, if needed, hop.

Daniel needed not worry because Doster soon had him hogtied with another rope from his ankles completely encircling the ropes at Daniel's wrists.

And Daniel did not need to consider what Doster already knew and practiced: the wrists are not designed for pulling loads. The hog-tie part of the session would be short, but sweet, he hoped. Daniel tried to relax into his restraints. It was hard not to experiment a little, though, so he did, which delighted Doster. When Daniel rolled onto his back, flexed, and raised his butt off his bound wrists, Doster sighed so hard that his cheeks inflated momentarily.

He thought that Daniel was perfect. He wanted this guy in bondage as often as this guy would let him. He liked the looks and the lines of the guy. Doster wanted to get Daniel all stretched out, hoisted on tiptoe, entirely naked.

He wanted to feel, to touch every part of this handsome young man.

"Hey, Daniel!" he said, and he grinned as his captive, showing his teeth locked around the gag, looked toward him.

The end.

Daniel played by Kirk

Photography by Sammy

Date of Production: 06/12/2006

Twink's Revenge by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:09 video

 “Forty..Forty one ..Forty two..” Jed’s muscles ached. He had been working out all day in the basement of his frat house. The school gym had better equipment but he liked the privacy. No one ever came to this part of the frat house basement. This was true especially now with summer break. Most of the rest of the fraternity had already gone.

Well, almost everyone. Jed was the top jock in the frat, or at least he told himself that. He certainly acted like he was in charge. Unfortunately for him he had made a few enemies.

Donald was one of them. No where near as muscular as most of the guys in the frat, he had taken Jed’s abuse for years. Donald had finally had enough. He knew he wasn’t near strong enough to take down Jed. But Donald wasn’t Jed’s only enemy.

Five other guys had stayed behind after regretting Jed ot think they had gone. When the six guys came down the stairs, Jed only gave a dumb stare, uncomprehending of his fate.

“What’s going on?” was all Jed had a chance to say before his frat brothers jumped him. With practised ease they soon had Jed’s hands tied behind his back. As much as he strained his bulging muscles, Jed couldn’t break free.

“What the fuck..mmmm!”

“I told you I would get you back.” Donald gloated at his captive after Jed’s mouth had been sealed with a few strips of sticky tape.

“What do we do with him?”, Dylan, another of Jed’s traitorous brother, asked.

“I got a few ideas.” Said Frankie, another target of Jed’s sadism. “I got a lot of ideas from all the shit he did to me”

Jed sat on the work out bench, silenced by the gag. He continued to struggle against his bondage while his frat brothers conspired about what to do with him. Finally they came up with an idea. Jed knew he was in trouble when they stood him up so they could pull hi shorts down, exposing his ass. Jed was then pushed back down onto the bench and then bent over. Jed recognized the polished wooden paddle. Officially the pledge was not supposed to haze. That hadn't’ stopped Jed of course. Now Jed’s captors planned on giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“MMMM!”, Jed vainly protested he was about top be paddled. But Donald stopped the first swing at the last moment.

“Wait! We cant’ do this!”

Thank God! That wussy finally came to his senses, thought Jed.

“We don't have a clear path to his ass. We need to retie him.”

“Mmmpphmmm!?”

As strong as he was, Jed was still sore from his work out and he was up against six guys. So they again had no problem retying his hands, this time in front of him. Then he was XXXX to lie belly down on the bench, his hands secured to the bench leg. A little more rope made sure that Jed’s legs were spread out. His ass was now open to whatever abuses the frat had in mind.

“Ok now what?”, a brother asked.

“We’ll start with the paddle, get that ass nice and red and tenderized. Then we can have some real fun.”

“Mmm?” What did he mean “real fun”?

Jed eventually found out. They kept Jed bound and gagged for a number of days doing every thing Jed had ever done to another frat brother.

Jed became a lot better person when the next semester rolled around.

The End

Jed played by Ryan Rockford

Photography by Caitiff

• Date of Production 03/14/2009

Criss Cross Part 3; Double Cross

18 photos; 5:08 video

Model: Garrett

Model: Raphael

Model: Cliff

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-28-2015