Clearing the Hallway

25 photos; 4:12 video

Janitor played by Rex
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 01/26/2020

The Player

25 photos; 4:53 video

The Player played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2012

Coach's Boy by John

25 photos; 3:01 video

             
           Jack was the man when it came to athletics at Williamson High School.  He was the star quarterback of the Fighting Dragons football team.  He was a top-notch swimmer and diver.  He was the pitcher of the baseball team.  When it came to sports, nobody did it better than Jack, and he knew it.
 
            Well, one Saturday morning, Jack was late to practice.  He had gone out to celebrate a victory Friday night, and had a little bit too much to drink.  The alarm clock was goin off, but Jack just couldn’t pull himself out of bed.  He finally did, and was about forty minutes late to practice.
 
            Coach was furious at Jack and threatened not to start him in the Homecoming game next week because of his attitude towards the rest of the team.  Jack needed to be taught the lesson that the team is a group effort and that there is no “I” in “Team”.  But Jack always said to that…there is “ME” in “Team”.
 
            Coach pulled Jack to the side after practice and told him that he needed him to come over to his house to try on the new uniform that they were going to unveil at next week’s game, and that if he did that, then he might consider letting Jack start the Homecoming game next week.  Jack was sure going to do anything he could to get to start Homecoming, because hell, he was in the running for Homecoming King, and if he wasn’t playing the game it would look pretty stupid.
 
            Later that afternoon Jack showed up at the coach’s house.  “Here, try these on” said the coach as he threw the new uniform at Jack.  “These look pretty nice Coach” said Jack.  “Here you need to drink this to get your nutrients back in your system after our practice today” said Coach as he handed Jack a drink.  Jack said “Thanks!” and quickly drank the juice. Little did he know that Coach had spiked the juice and Jack would soon be passed out.

Jack was laying face down on the Coach’s bed, and so the Coach really thought he wanted to teach Jack a lesson.  He took out some rope and quickly began to tie Jack’s hands and arms behind his back.  Jack started to wake up and Coach freaked out and shoved his hand over his mouth so Jack couldn’t scream for help.  “What the hell are you doing to me?” yelled Jack.  Coach had to think quick.  He grabbed some cloth and quickly gagged Jack’s mouth so that he couldn’t say or scream anything else.  Now the coach tied Jack’s ankles together so that he wouldn’t be able to quick him. 
 
“Now look Jack, I’m doing this as a test” said the coach, “I bought these uniforms from a second hand store and I need to make sure that they will last us.”  The Coach was clearly making up this story.  “I need to tie you up so I can have you struggle around a bit to make sure that the uniforms can take the twisting, turning, and rubbing, that these uniforms will see on the field.”  Jack somehow thought to himself, “Ya Coach, that’s a good idea!” 
 
            “O.K. Jack, struggle around some more” called out Coach.  He let Jack roll around a little bit and then he said “Wait, I need to tie you up some more, get a new tightness on your ropes.”  Now, I never said Jack was the smartest boy in the high school, just that he was a good athlete.  So Jack stopped struggling and let Coach hogtie him.  “Oh yea, this will do it now.  Start to struggle now Jack.”  And with his coach’s wishes Jack started struggling more and more.  Not once did he ever stop to think that he had lost some time where the point he was trying on his new uniform to where Coach was putting rope around his arms.

Drunken Sailor by Ivor Ciccone

25 photos

"This is for your own good", I told Ryan, a young Sailor and a good friend of mine, as I bound his wrists tightly behind him with strong, black tape. We were ship mates, I'm a naval officer and we were on board the same vessel. He's younger than me and I'm higher ranked than him, so I look out for him, watch his back.

This particular night Ryan and I had ignored the curfew, we didn't feel like XXXX, despite the busy day we had in front of us. Instead we decided to get a little drunk and play some poker together, in an unused cabin down in the underbelly of the ship.

After two bottles of whiskey the lad was starting to get past merry and into rowdy. Asking him to keep the volume down did no good, he was past seeing sense and if anyone heared him and uncovered our disobedience it would have been my ass that got the worst disciplining.

So I decided there was only one thing to do.

"If you won't keep it down, boy, I'm gonna have to make you be quiet!"

"Oh, yeah? And how you gonna do that?"

In his loose, drunken state his arms were pretty easy to force together behind him and bind at the wrist.

"Hey, what the fuck....?" Ryan yelled.

"Oh, man, we're gonna be dismissed if you keep this up. Enough noise already!" And with that I took an old white rag and tied it across his mouth.

"MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFFF!", he yelled into the cloth.

"You're still way too loud, bro, when you gonna learn?" I said and to silence him further I wound the duct several times around his head, tightly gagging his mouth. His stifled mumbles were now thankfully almost inaudible.

My tensed back & brow began to relax and I pushed him gently down onto a trunk to sit. Panic over, I thought, he'll just settle down and go to XXXX now, then I'll carry him to his bunk.

But Ryan was still wide awake. He looked at me quite forlornly, sad, pain ridden eyes asking to be freed.

"Just settle down, Ry," I said, "you brought this all on yourself!"

He started to struggle, he didn't like this one bit! He pulled at the tape binding his wrists and then rose to his feet, all the while trying his hardest to yell into the gag.

"This is the last time we disobey a curfew together, bud, you're a liability!" I said in hushed tones and pressed my hand over his gagged mouth. Man, could this kid make some noise!

"Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to handle your liquor?"

I realised I'd have to completely incapacitate him if I wanted peace, so I tightly taped his legs together, across the shins, pulling his lower legs together and above the knees, tightly preventing him from using his legs.

But it seemed like the more he got tied, the angrier he got and he struggled mightily against the bonds. All I could do now was watch over him and hope that he didn't do himself an injury.

I tried to reason with him. I spoke to him in a calm voice hoping to lull him to XXXX, but he was wild, like a trapped animal.

"Boy, if you want free you're gonna have to prove to me that you'll be quiet, so just relax."

My words just seemed to add fuel to the fire and he rolled around the floor like a mad dog.

"It's gonna be a long night", I thought to myself.

I poured another whiskey and dealt myself a hand of patience. Without realising it I had started to hum a tune to myself, it was "What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?" I laughed.

"Precisely", I said!

The End

Ryan played by Phillip

Photography by Caitiff

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Grind

24 photos; 7:50 video

Model: Sammy
Model: Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/26/2009

Nurse Nick Nabbed

25 photos; 3:59 video

Nurse Nick played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/20/2019

Earning Your Beads

30 photos; 6:37 video

Mardi Gras Bro played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/18/2020

Rose Petals

25 photos; 5:18 video

Model : jesse Daniels
hand provided by Mr. Exe
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/12/2019

On His Own

20 photos; 5:53 video

Model: Donovan:
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 09/13/2013

Rope Hand

30 photos; 7:23 video

 Dillon fidgeted his freshly bound hands behind him like it was the next challenge. He enjoyed a round of drinks at the western bar and met a couple cool new friends who asked him to hang with them and talk. They ended up playing truth or dare but with a twist. First Dillon asked truth from Rick and found out he was indeed gay and was available! Dillon needed a new playmate so badly since he had to move to this stinky new town cuz of work. This place really sucked ass but it's best to find opportunity rather than fret about what you don't have. Then Bill asked truth and found out Dillon was not a real cowboy haha but posed like one to look cool. That made everyone laugh then it was Rick's turn and he asked dare to Dillon requesting him to unbutton his shirt so he can check him out. Dillon immediately obeyed and showed off his manly pecs and pale colored skin? "What kind of cowboy r u? Ur white as a ghost dude cowboys r suppose to be tanned and tough built!" "Hey I'm tuff tougher than u man!" Dillon smirked back with an evil grin. It caught the boys by storm and this innocent game now turned into a stand off between the three dudes. It gave Dillon an edge to appear in control and showed his confidence well - even though he asked himself why does this matter so much to them? The two began to fight but only for show. They fought each other wrestling style trying to see who would be strongest as cowboys are really strong inside and out so they say? 10 minutes later Dillon found himself bound up and got pissed and yelled at his so called new friends... "How dare you tie me up! What is the big idea here pick on the little guy?" "Yes! Exactly now SHUT UP! You talk TOO MUCH! "MMMPpppppppphphhhhhhhhh!! mmpphhhhhh!!! MMPPHH!" It took not one but TWO thick cleave gags to shut the boy up. Now Dillon was all into it and struggled like mad thrashing his body 

everywhere with his shirt flapping around like a hurricane... for a lean man he put up tremendous energy into his bondage giving his roped hands an intense workout. He wanted to see if he could break out but the string is just too damn tight! "Sit stay there or you will be lashed for being a naughty steed!" That made Dillon laugh and he struggled in mmphing laughter... "Hahammpphhhahahmmphhhahahmmpmmmmmm!" "So u think we're funny huh? How about now?" Rick held up his whipping rope ready to slap his new gagged cowboy to behave. Dillon thought this whole thing was getting kinky and fast and went with it. He didn't care then... WHACK!! "MMMMMPHPHHHHHH!!!" "Now shut up or u get 2 more!" "MMPPHPHHH! MMMMMMPPHHPHH!!!" Dillon's chest grew bright red from the slapping his heart now pounding from the shock the rope hand gave him. They bound Dillon to the chair to keep him stable and continued to check him out and smacking the hell outta him if he protested. Dillon's ego was soon worn down to soft mmphs from all the excitement. Then they blindfolded him and left Dillon to moan alone. He felt so hard then suddenly exhausted from all the attention but he loved every second of it!! He didn't care if he spent the whole weekend tied up this was just waayy HOTT AWESOME FUN!! Dillon played by Uriah Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/11/2011

Suit and Tied

30 photos; 6:03 video

Model: Raphael

Photography: Caitiff

Date  Production:11/12/2014

Sexy Bod

35 photos

Model: Stan

Photography by Caitiff

The Lawyer and the Masked Man By TBBM

26 photos; 4:22 video

Vladimir was already rising in the ranks of his law firm and he had only been there for six months. He was young, ambitious, handsome, had a way with his clients and had also managed to sweep in and take the odd case. Some of his co workers grumbled about it but when Vladimir took a high profile case of one of the senior partners, it was time for the young lawyer to be taught a lesson he wouldn't forget.

What Vladimir didn't know was that the high profile case in question was something the senior partner intended to sabotage. He had been bought by the rival of his client, a criminal mastermind who knew too much about all the partners at Vladimir's firm. This senior partner was willing to compromise himself in order to have his secrets kept hidden. Vladimir having no secrets could not be bought so he would have to be dealt with in another way.

The senior partner contacted the criminal mastermind and the latter decided that he would have the go getting younger lawyer dealt with in a way that would see him humiliated but not fatally harmed.

As Vladimir prepped his case and headed for his car, content that he was going to be responsible for putting a very deserving person behind bars, a masked man jumped him from behind.

Vladimir tried to fight best as he could but his assailant had the element of surprise in his favour and it didn't take long for the young lawyer to be rendered unconscious.

Taken to an unknown location, Vladimir had his hands bound behind his back. He was both gagged and blindfolded with thick cloths and he soon realised that this was no random nabbing.

His captor took great pleasure in adding further ropes to keep Vladimir extra secured and as he struggled to free hi self, all the evidence he had worked hard and honestly to get was now taken from him as he was left alone and told by the masked man who grabbed him that he was lucky to be alive and would be let go once the trial was over. Vladimir was also told that reporting his “disappearance” to the cops would be futile as this criminal mastermind had them in his pocket.

Vladimir tried to call out for help but it came to no avail. A week later he would get his freedom and the humiliation of no longer being the golden boy at his firm, little knowing it was one of his own responsible for his humiliating ordeal.

--- The End ---

The Lawyer played by Vladimir
Masked Man played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 01/16/2020

The File

30 photos; 7:08 video

Worker One played by Jon Storm
Worker Two played by Alan
Masked Man played by Tidus
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 

My Very Own Muscle Daddy

20 photos; 5:55 video

Muscle Daddy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/06/2019

The Scapegoat

42 photos; 7:00 video

The Scape Goat played by Wolfric
The Bad Guy played by Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff

Dat eof Production: 02/05/2012

Tony Orientation

4:54 video

Another Donation from Mike

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Ample Opportunity by Gilroy

30 photos; 3:19 video

    Mark was a bit of a klepto was well.  Spying on him as I did I saw him go through windows, coming out with any number of items.  And that was what gave me the idea.

    It was easy to have a conversation with Mark’s mother, asking her to look after my house.  That I would be out for a day or two. And that someone would be coming by to fix a broken window in my kitchen. Mark over heard us , of course.   The poor women had no idea about her son’s criminal tendencies.  The bait was laid, the trap set.  Now I had to just wait for my hunky mouse to bite.
    Most robberies occur during the middle of the day.  Mark was no exception.  I could hear him climbing up to the window.  He had no problems prying open the window I had so carefully “broken”.  So intent on his work, Mark didn’t even see me until he was well into the window. 
    He stared at me for several seconds, his mind frozen.  He could hardly explain away his coming into my house through the window.  And he was already in too far ito get back out again. Not that it mattered.  He knew I could identify him.
    I wasted no time.  All I had to do was hope Mark didn’t call my bluff .  Luck was with me because Mark didn’t.  Mark was meek as a lamb to slaughter as I ordered him to lie on the floor and tied his hands behind his back.  I could barely contain myself as I saw the bunched muscles of his back and arms straining against the ropes.

    I also took off his shoes.  Not only to further minimise his trying to run away but also because I had a thing for socked feet.  As I thought, Mark had scrumptious looking feet.
    He was probably thinking I was going to call the police and got confused when i marched him up to my room instead.
    “What you doing?” he asked.
    “Right now, shutting you up” I replied as I took out some duct tape and wrapped it around his head.  Soon his cute mouth was tightly gagged.  Mark made pathetic whines from behind his tape gag and almost made me push him against a wall and molest him right there.  But I held back.  He wasn’t quite helpless enough.
    I ordered him to stand in the corner as I made a show to look for more rope to tie his legs with.  I knew where it was, of course. I wanted to see how compliant Mark would be.  The best bondage was mental. And sure enough while Mark tested the ropes that bound his hands, he made no move to escape.  Mark knew he was a prisoner.
    I tied his legs nice and tight up to the knees.  I could see Mark wince as his balls got caught between his legs.  There would be plenty of time to fix that.  But for now I let Mark suffer a bit.  I gave him a smack on the ass that was probably too friendly and then laid him on the floor.

    I sat back on my bed ot watch the show . If Mark was still confused by what was going on, he got his first real clue as I sat on my bed and leered at him.  Mark struggled and moaned. He threatened and pleaded through his gag.  But he did not get loose. I had been waiting for this day too long to not have taken the time to learn how to rope a guy so he couldn’t get loose.  The ropes weren’t too tight to cut off circulation.  But they would also keep my well muscled hostage bound up until I decided to let him go.  Mark could have stayed bound and gagged for days.  If things continued going as well as they did, he would.
    I was losing my ability to resist.  I would have to move to the next phase of my plan soon.  But first I had to have at least a taste.
    I straddled Mark’s prostrate body.  I could feel my bubble butt flex and I knew he could feel my hardening member behind my jeans.  The idea of running myself down the crack of Mark’s ass made me swell.
    I ran my hands across his body.  The fabric of the sweat shirt against his hard muscles was incredible.  I even tucked my hand sup in his shirt to feel soft chest hair.  Maybe it was fear or the friction or something else but Mark’s nipples stuck straight out.  He made a pained moan as I pinched them.  Having an idea I moved my hand to his crotch.  Mark only gave token resistance as my fingers searched.  Sure enough I felt a thick tube like extremity that strained against his pants. 
    I almost gave in right there.   But I had one more thing to do.  I got off Mark and went to the television.  Like any good stalker, I didn’t just watch Mark, I had videotaped him as well.  Mark’s eyes went wide as he saw himself breaking into one house after another.   I didn’t have to say how easy it would be for the police and a few of his victims with criminal connections to get a copy of this.  Even Mark wasn’t that dense.

    Mark gave me a pleading look over his gag.  I had broken him down to a more manageable level.  Hopefully though I hadn’t taken all the fight out of him.  I knew from my stalking that Mark frequently disappeared for days at a time and his mother wouldn't’ be suspicious if he did so again.  I planned on using every second with Mark I had. And with this tape, I was certain I would get more chances.
    I hog tied my captive stud.  He would get release, in more ways then one.  But Mark could wait.  He would have to get used to waiting.  I on the other hand had waited long enough.  I gave myself some well earned relief as I watched my prize struggle hog tied on the floor.

COMBAT! By Caitiff

20 photos; 4:21 video

Punka’s strategy had been flawless. He would lead the government XXXX against the rebel strong hold. The intelligence was good. The odds were on his side. He would win against the rebel scum that threatened his beautiful land of Bacardia! 

Long Live Bacardia! May she never sober! 

Unfortunately the best laid plans of mic e and men and Punka... 

The rebels caught Punka as he got separated from the main group. It was almost as if his own men had abandoned him! 

The rebels took Punka’s concealed items. Punka fought with all of his mighty martial prowess but the rebels overpowered him with their superior numbers. 

Punka had his hands bound behind his back. The rebels kept a hand over his mouth as they hustled him to their secret base in the basement of some abandoned building. When they arrived, they pushed the proud Bacardian commander to his knees. 

“You will conquer the true leaders of...mmmmmm!”, Punka’s threat was cut off by a strip of sticky black tape that was plastered over his mouth. Punka could see the at his captors as they mocked him a and his proud Bacardian traditions. 

Punka tried to loosen the ropes as the rebels debated amongst themselves what to do with their guest. Should they ransom him? Interrogate him? 

The ropes held, keeping Punka bound. Punka vowed to himself that he would tell these scum nothing! And if he wasn't’ gagged, he would have told them that as well. 

Ultimately the rebels decided to just leave Punka here so they could continue fighting the Bacardian XXXX. The XXXX Punka against a support beam. More rope was brought out and used ot tie Punka to the beam, keeping him immobilised. 

Punka resisted all of this of course but already bound and gagged there was little he could do. Soon he was even more immobilised then before. 

The rebels left but not before promising to return and “take care” of Punka. 

Outside Punka could hear the fighting. How he wished he could be with his brave men (who for some reason had left him behind to get captured). 

“Mmmmm”! Punka tried ot get the attention fo someone outside. But no one seemed ot hear him. The ropes kept him tightly bound to the post. 

Punka had no idea how long he stood there, bound and gagged. But finally, as promised, the rebels returned. And not just any rebel but the rebel leader himself! 

“Mmmmmm mmpphhm mmnnmm!”, Punka declared through the tape gag. 

The rebel leader tore off the tape from Punka’s mouth. “Uhh what?” 

“Ooowww! I said you will never break Punka Inari, leader of the Bacardian fight battalion!” 

The rebel leader just shook his head. 

“Gary, give it a rest. The war game ended an hour ago. Come on, we’re going to Denny’s” 

Gary grimaced. No one appreciated getting into character any more. 

The End 

Punka Inari (Gary) played by Dominic

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/20/2012

In My Hands

21 photos; 8:48 video

    Doug owed a lot of money. Not a few hundred nor even a thousand or two. That wouldn’t justify the shit he was going to have to go through with me.

No, Doug owed me a lot of money. And I was going to take it out of his ass. Fortunately for him, he had a nice ass.

I had my boys pick Doug up from the gym. He was a big time college jock, which seems to be how he developed his little problem of betting on teams he shouldn’t have. He even bet against his own team. Too bad for him he couldn’t screw up quite enough to make sure he won that bet.

They caught Doug in the locker room. He was still in his underwear, not even having had time to get to the shower yet. My guys took their opportunity and “persuaded” Doug to come along.

So here he was, in his wife beater and jock, looking at me all angry and defiant. His hands were tied in front of him.

“Hey man, I said I was going to pay up. You don’t need to do this.”, He said.

“You had two weeks ot pay me. So I decided to take things into my own hands.”

“You do anything to me and my buddies will..”

“Shut the fuck up, dip shit. We both know your buddies will do a lot worse then me if they find out you tried to blow the game.”

Doug didn’t have a response to that.

I ordered my boys to tie him belly down to the work out bench. Doug probably thought we were going to beat him up or something. But that wasn’t what I had planned. I just wanted to make sure I could reach that ass of his.

Doug tested the ropes. His hands were now tied under the work out bench, conveniently out of the way from where he could defend himself. Satisfied he wasn’t going anywhere, I ordered my men out of the room. They knew what I was going to do.

“Hey man, what are you doing?” , Doug yelped as I rubbed my hand over his buns. “Hey! HEY! Stop it! Help! Someone help ..mmmppphh!”

Doug’s futile cries for help were cut off as I shoved a rag into his mouth, sealing it in with some tape. Doug glared at me. It was cute.

“Ok here’s the deal. Normally I break a few bones when I get screwed over by some punk. But fortunately for you I have a thing for athletes, especially the dumb ones. So I will give you a choice. You can spend the next week making me real happy. Or you can get a few choice limbs snapped and then have your football buddies find out about those little best you made against them. Think it over. You have time. About 4 seconds.”

Doug grunted what I presumed was a yes in three seconds. That’s what I loved about negotiating with a guy when he was tied down and gagged. It saved time. There was never much in the way of argument.

I spent a few minutes touching Doug’s bubble butt, imagining all the things I wanted do to with it. Doug had a pretty nice mouth as well. But he had yet to earn the right to not be gagged.

I decided that Doug needed a new position. I untied his hands from the work bench. He put up some token resistance. It didn't’ matter. He had made his devil’s deal. It was to late to back out now.

I tied Doug’s hands above his head to a pipe . I now could touch him where ever I wanted. Doug let out angry grunts from behind his gag in outraged straight boy pride at being handled by another guy. Like I said, it was cute.

However I also couldn't’ let Doug get the idea that he had any control. I grabbed his head and pulled back. Doug’s fearful expression showed me he was beginning to get the message. He was helpless and fucked and he had done this to himself.

“You made your choice.” I said” You can try to at least enjoy yourself or you can piss me off enough to make this.. not so fun.”

Doug seemed to get it. But he also probably still needed some softening up. Straight boy jocks always had such egos.

“Ok I am going to go for a while to give you a chance to settle in. You might want to take that time to think about what would make me happy and thus you happy. I will give you a clue. Doing anything to make me think you tried working on those ropes will not make me happy. And my guys are right outside.

Doug gave me a sad puppy dog face. He wasn’t going to try anything. Even if he did get free from his bondage and somehow escaped, he would still be screwed.

Doug gave me a pitiful moan through his gag as I left him there tied up to the ceiling. It was cute.

The End

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 03/11/2009

Hog Tied In Leather

25 photos; 5:00 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/29/2020

Friendly Neighbor

20 photos; 3:36 video

Bound Guy played by Rex
Greedy Neighbor played by Jon Storm

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2020

Nabbed Soccer Player

25 photos; 4:14 video

Nabbed Soccer Player played by Nick Armor
Bad Guy played by Vladimor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/30/2019

The Reluctant Defector by Caitiff

25 photos; 6:12 video

Sub Commander Sergei Mermerski was not happy. He wanted his money and to be gone.

For weeks now he had been selling information to foreign agents. Nothing too much. But Krolahkastan was a dirt poor country, too poor to pay it’s army commanders a decent salary.

But this time his buyers had kept delaying giving him the money, pressing for more specific information.

Worse, one of them kept calling him Joseph, a not so subtle comparison between Sergei’s thick moustache and a certain dictator’s.

Finally Sergei had had enough. He got up to leave.

“sit down Sergei.” one of the buyers said.

“NO! I want my money or I am leaving. No more information!”

The leader pulled out a small concealed item. “I said, sit down. You’re not going anywhere.”

Sergei sat back down,a cold sweat ran down his face.

“Oh relax. We don't’ plan on hurting you. But we know you have more information you aren’t telling us. So you are going to defect...”

“I would never..!” Sergei interjected.

“Who said you would have a choice in the matter?” The leader nodded to his cohorts who grabbed Sergei by the arms. Sergei was XXXX back tot he wall of the where house. His hands were cuffed to beams on either side of him.

“You’ll never get away with this! Mpppphh!”, Sergei was gagged with a thick blue cloth wedged between his teeth.

“I think we’ve heard enough from you for a while.” The leader said to his prisoner. “Don't’ worry, you’ll have plenty of time to talk once we’ve shipped you to your new home. A few days bound and gagged in a box will make anyone talkative.”

“MMMMMM!?”

“.... until then we need ot keep you here for a day or two.”

Sergei could only moan into his gag helplessly as he was blind folded and his feet bound with cords.

Sergei struggled in vain against the cuffs that held him. He heard the leader say “I’ll leave you with one of my boys for a while. He’ll make sure you stay... comfortable.

Sergei heard a familiar voice a she felt his shirt being unbuttoned, a hand playing with the sub commander’s bare chest.

“Hey Joseph. Glad we finally got some alone time before you left...”

“MMMPH!?”

The End

Sub Commander Sergei Mermerski played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:01/25/2013