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"Hey, dudes, where is everybody?"
Nick looked around the empty office. OK, so he was a bit late – but just by a couple of hours. He had been doing serious partying the night before, and couldn’t be bothered getting out of bed on time. His old man owned the company, after all. He’d be back at school in another few weeks; he could party full-time then. Gee, where was everyone? Was he missing another boring off-site meeting? Not that Nick really cared. The absence of the rest of the staff just meant that he could play computer games without looking over his shoulder all of the time. Ramsay, his supposed boss, was always giving him hard time about that, along with a zillion other things. He had been in the Marines, and always acted as if he had a stick up his ass.
"What the hell…" Nick jumped out of his chair. One by one the overhead lights in the office were being turned off. Soon Nick was sitting in the only remaining patch of light.
"Who’s there. Come on, this isn’t funny. Turn the fucking lights back on!"
Nick was starting to feel nervous. This office didn’t have any windows, so there was no source of natural light. His scalp started tingling. He could hear a weird sound close to him – it sounded like muffled breathing. Nick’s heart started to beat faster. If this was someone’s idea of a joke, he didn’t like it.
"Stop it right now. If you work here, I’ll get your ass …GGGGGGAHHHHH!"
Nick clawed at the rope that had come out of the darkness: rope that had been slipped over his head and was being pulled tight around his neck. He was being dragged out of the pool of light and into the darkness of the rest of the office. He flailed about, trying to hit his unseen opponent but it was useless. He tripped over something, and crashed to the floor. Someone was on top of him, someone heavy. His hands were being pulled behind his back, as the rope around his neck tightened. Barely able to breathe, Nick was helpless to stop the unseen other from binding his hands behind him. Something sticky was slapped over his mouth, gagging him. More stickiness went over his eyes. Nick screamed a pain as a hand grabbed his hair, and dragged him to his feet.
"Get moving, you worthless piece of crap. Don’t even bother trying to struggle."
Nick whimpered in terror. He had no intention of disobeying the muffled, strangely mechanical sounding voice, not with that tight rope around his neck. Choking and gagging, he allowed himself to be pulled along, like a dog on a leash. He moaned in pain as he banged into desks and filing cabinets. He stumbled a couple of times, and each time he was pulled up by the rope that was almost strangling him. On and on they seemed to go, descending flights of stairs. Finally, the horrible journey stopped.
"Why don’t you hang around for a while, punk, while I get things ready."
"MMMMMNNNOOOOO!"
Nick started crying under his tape blindfold as he felt himself being strung. He was XXXX to stand on the tips of his toes as the rope around his neck was tied to something above him.
"MMMHEEEELLLPPPPMMMMEEEE! "
Sccccrrrrrccchhhh.
The piece of tape that had been covering Nick’s eyes was brutally ripped off. He blinked in the sudden light, and found himself face to face with his boss, Ramsay.
"MMMIMGGONNAMMGETMMDADMMFIREYOU! GGGJAIL!"
"MMMMOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!"
Nick screeched as Ramsay grabbed a handful of Nick’s abundant hair.
"I wouldn’t be making any threats, if I were you, you worthless piece of crap. You’re certainly not in any position to be making threats, are you? And don’t worry, your Dad told me to whip you into shape, no matter what it took. Look at you. You’re a mess. Who do you think you are, some kind of skater punk. You’re a bit too old for that. Your Dad is sick and tired of you goofing off at school, barely passing. He thinks that you need some discipline, and I agree with him. Let’s get you ready for the first step."
"MMMWWHHATTTMMMDDOING?"
Nick was shaking with fear. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. He didn’t put up a struggle as Ramsay untied the rope from around his neck and shoved him into a chair. Even when Ramsay started winding more and more rope around him, tying him tightly to that chair, Nick didn’t try to escape. The look on Ramsay’s face had him petrified. It was a gloating, triumphant, totally unpleasant look.
"Tight enough, for you, punk? You answer when you’re spoken to! Do you understand!"
"MMMMYEETTTHHHH! MMMUNDERSTAND!"
"Good, I’m glad that we’ve got that part straight. You’re going to be learning how to take orders, and obeying those orders. No more of that "yeah, yeah, when I’ve got time, dude." We’ll make a man out of you. Won’t we, punk?"
"MMMRRRAAAGGHHHH!"
" I told you to answer when you’re spoken to! At least this messy hair is good for one thing. Too bad you won’t have it for much longer."
"MWWWAHHH?"
"But first, let me inspect you. Gee, you finally learned how to do up your tie properly. But you won’t need any ties, not where you’re going. Shit, boy, don’t you get any exercise at that school of yours? What do you, spend all of your time playing computer games and getting drunk? Don’t worry, you’ll get all of the exercise you need and more. That can wait. First, I’ve got to get you looking presentable. Do you see what I’ve got with me?"Nick’s eyes bulging out when he saw Ramsay holding a pair of scissors and an electric razor. Oh no, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t…not his HAIR! He couldn’t be serious! Nick screamed in XXXX and he threw himself sideways, in a pitiful attempt to avoid the advancing Ramsay. The chair crashed over to one side.
"Don’t bother struggling, dirtbag. You can’t get away from me now. You won’t be needing all of that hair, not where you’re going. It’ll be far too hot for you."
"MMMMMMNOOOOOOO! GGGMMMMPLLLLLLEEEEZZZZZ! GGMMNOTMMTHAT!"
Now Nick screamed and struggled, but it was too late. He could only sob hysterically as he saw his hair floating around him. Ramsay hacked off great hanks of it with the scissors, and then Nick heard the buzzing of the razor.
"Don’t worry, punk. You’ll fit in the rest of the guys, in the ARMY!"
The End
Nick played by Noah
Phothography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/20/2002
35 photos
Blue Model: Lewis
Photographer: Jake
Back
Date of Production: 01/17/2003
22 photos; 4:55 video
Model: Cliff
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/05/2011
26 photos; 5:12 video
Slade does hsi once a year bondage session
Model: Slade
Photography by TJ
Date of Production: 06/25/2020
26 photos; 5:44 video
Guard played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff
Date of productrion: 06/20/2020
20 photos; 6:35 video
Gagged Guy played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 05/20/2020
24 photos; 4:35 video
Model: Dean
Phootgraphy by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/02/2012
25 photos; 2:59 video
Model: Johnny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/05/2005
35 photos
Green Model: Drew
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/17/2003
26 photos; 4:00 video
The Jogger played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/23/2009
30 photos; 5:41 video
Model: Steve Thompson
Photography by Caiti8ff
Date of PRoduction: 05/25/2020
4:00 video
Model: Rex
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Productionh: 05/10/2020
33 photos; 5:55 video
DILF played by on Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 05/05/2020
28 photos; 6:41 video
Model : Uriah
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2011
25 photos; 3:06 video
I always believed when you have lemons you make lemonade.
So now I have one big lemon sitting bound and gagged on my couch, given me the evil eye. I guess if he wasn’t gagged he’d be cursing me out or pleading or saying stuff like “you’ll never get away with this!”. Thank god for duct tape. It can solve a lot of problems.
I had no idea he was out there, playing junior detective. Doubtless he had beXXXX to suspect me. I guess even when you live out in the boonies, when you are constantly having large boxes go in and out, that would look a little funny. Seems my little smuggling business has finally been found. Lucky me, it was by the lone Hardy boy here.
Caught the little bastard sneaking around my garage with a camera. A quick XXXX to the back fo the head was all it took and he went down. Some tope and he’s trussed up. And then the tape gag. I think I already explained the value fo that.
My guest woke up with a start and di the usual jerk as he tried to move and found he couldn’t. He did the customary grunting as he started to bitch about being tied up and figured out he was gagged as well. Then he went and struggled and groaned through his gag some more, as if that would somehow undo his situation. Silly rabbit. Like he was the first guy I had to keep quiet and out of the way. He wasn't’ going anywhere.
Oops, I had almost forgotten the feet. Actually I hadn’t. But I loved it when they figured out that they weren’t completely helpless and see what they did. Often they tried ot run. And I could see this guy was thinking the same thing by the way he kept looking around for the door. But he also saw me right there and realised his chances were zip to none. Maybe he wasn’t as dumb as he looked. He even only put tup a token resistance when I got around ot binding his legs.
“Mmmmwwmmphee?”, he grunted, probably asking what I was going to do with him. But I didn’t feel like answering. Keeping my eye on him, I grabbed a beer from the kitchen and sat down to watch him squirm.
And squirm he did. He rolled around, he strained and he grunted angrily. He had spirit. I grant him that. He even tried finding and undoing the knots around his wrists when he thought i wasn't looking. he wasn’t going to get loose. Like I said, I knew what I was doing. I knew I could leave him like this for a week and he would still be here when I returned.
But he could hop away if he got a mind too and that wouldn't’ do. I had to make arrangements, make this lemon into sweet lemonade. And so I needed to make sure that he didn't’ move from that spot. Already he had rotten on the floor and was on his knees. He kept looking at me, again weighing his odds. Like I was dumb enough to leave him alone long enough to try hopping up and out the door. He wouldn't’ have rotten anywhere but at my age I don't’ need the exercise.
“MMMMM!” He grunted as I pushed him onto his stomach and bent his legs back. A short span of rope made a good hog tie. The angry moaning escaping his gag made it clear how my guest felt about that.
I left him to stew in his own juices. I knew what would happen. He would struggle even more now. He would roll back and forth. He would strain to get loose. but he wouldn’t. He was trapped, bound and gagged on my floor until I decided he would be let go. And I wouldn't’ decide that for a very long time.
“Hey. Yeah it’s me”, I said after my contact picked up the phone. ”I got an extra. A bit lean but still workable if you train him right. The Brazilian likes them young and blond, right?”
Yep, my guest was about to learn just how extensive my smuggling operation was.
The End
The Guest played by Holden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/19/2007
20 photos
Yellow Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/17/2003
36 photos; 4:21 video
BoundGuy played by Chad
Bad Guy played by Slade
Photography by Slade
Date of Production: 04/24/2012
30 photos; 5:44 video
Model: Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/04/2020
30 photos; 5:47 video
Model: Alan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/05/2020
30 photos; 5:19 video
The Coach played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 05/20/2020
28 photos; 4:27 video
Making partner was never going to be easy, but Jeremy didn’t think it was going to happen so quickly. He had only been at his firm for three years, but in that time, he skyrocketed to the top winning every case he was assigned to, despite how challenging they were. Of course, this led a lot of professional jealousy, as other attorneys who had been at the firm for far longer were about to be passed up by this hotshot. Jeremy didn’t care. If he had to leap over a few peers, that was fine with him.
On the eve of the big news (rumors were rampant around the office, so everyone knew about Jeremy’s promotion), Jeremy’s colleague Dan invited him out for dinner and drinks for a special “pre-celebration.” Jeremy was thrilled that at least one person was in his corner, so he gladly jumped at the invitation. They hit up an upscale restaurant uptown and indulged. Jeremy knew he needed to be sharp for the announcement for tomorrow, so he only had one drink. As they got back to Dan’s car, Jeremy started feeling a little strange. He couldn’t be drunk, but his legs were getting a little wobbly. As he got in the passenger seat, he could barely keep his eyes open. The last thing her heard before passing out was Dan saying, “XXXX worked like a charm. I’m on my way.”
As his consciousness slowly crept back, the first this Jeremy felt was a splitting headache. Not even his worst hangover felt this bad. He slowly lifted his head and tried to move. However, his body wouldn’t comply. Opening his eyes, he started to realize why. His ankles and legs were tightly secured to the chair he was sitting in with rope. His chest was tied even tighter to the back of the chair that he could barely wiggle. As he tried moving his wrist, he quickly learned that they were being held in place behind his back with handcuffs. Screaming was also going to be useless, as some type a rag had been stuffed into his mouth and kept in place with numerous layers of duct tape around his head.
Jeremy tried to get his bearings and figure out where he had been taken. His best guess was some type of warehouse based on the empty room, dilapidated brick walls, and the industrial-looking window. The darkness outside created another realization; whatever industrial neighborhood he was being held in was likely deserted at this time of night.
Despite the hopelessness of the situation, Jeremy fought against the ropes with all his might. He knew nothing could be done about the handcuffs, but if he could get his chest or legs free, he would at least be able to maneuver his way towards the window or door. Maybe there was a security guard or someone walking by whose attention he could get. The gag would be a problem, because even his loudest screams were muffled and inaudible, but he had to try.
As the minutes crept by, Jeremy felt his energy begin to wane. Whatever chemical Dan gave him wasn’t completely out of his system, and he was still woozy as hell. He couldn’t believe this was about him making partner. If Dan thought keeping him from getting the that announcement tomorrow was going to deny him the position, he was sorely mistaken. Jeremy couldn’t wait for Dan to return and set him free. Not only was Dan’s career over, but he was going to face some serious jail time for this.
The door to the room started to open, catching Jeremy’s attention. However, it wasn’t Dan who entered the room. It was a large, hulking man with biceps the size of Jeremy’s head. Jeremy shouted to get his attention, hopeful that this guy would let him go. The man saw Jeremy and walked over.
“Hey. You’re awake,” he said very calmly. Jeremy tried saying, “Untie me” several times, which only came out as groans. The man pressed his hand against Jeremy’s gagged mouth, silencing him further.
“Look, I don’t wanna XXXX you again until I’m done, but if you keep struggling and mouthing off, you’re gonna regret it.” That told Jeremy everything he needed to know. This guy was in on it with Dan.
The man disappeared for a minute, and when he returned, he wheeled in a large crate on a dolly. It was taller than Jeremy in his currently seated position. The man lifted the top off, and the front of the crate fell to the floor, revealing a box loaded with pre-attached packing material with enough empty space to fit a chair.
Jeremy started to panic as he put the pieces together. Dan wasn’t going to let him go. Whatever he had planned was much, much worse.
Jeremy thrashed and screamed as hard as he could as the man dragged his chair towards the box. It wasn’t long before the chair was inside. The man set to work, placing thick squares of foam around Jeremy’s body and head until he was completely enveloped. Jeremy pleaded the entire time, but it was useless.
The man finally pulled a syringe out of his pocket and looked at Jeremy. “Trust me, you don’t wanna be awake for this ride.” Jeremy winced as the syringe pierced the vein in his neck for a moment, then it was done. The effects of the medicine were quick. As Jeremy started losing consciousness for the second time tonight, he watched as the hulking man sealed him inside the crate.
The last words he heard were, “Lawyers always get good money on the auction block.”
Jeremy the Lawyer played by Vincent
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/01/2013
21 photos; 3:22 video
1:02 amFor the fifth night this week, Ted was waken up by the blaring music from his dorm mate's stereo. Once again, his room mate Glen couldn't fall aXXXX so he was taking it out on everybody else.
" For Christ's sake, turn that shit OFF! I have class tomorrow morning!"
" Oh sorry," Glen apologized, turning the music down but not off," Nine inch nails helps me relax."
"Well it doesn't help me! Got to XXXX!" Ted demanded.
"I can't. "Glen whined," I go too much energy at night. I can't stop moving around."
That was the final straw. Glen was always using the excuse he had too much energy. But for some reason he never expended that energy outside the dorm room where he wouldn't bother anyone. And now, Glen had used that lame excuse once to often...
"Can't stop moving, huh? Well, I can fix that!"
1:10 am
"Hey, let me go!" Glen pleaded in a whiny voice, twisting his body as much as the ropes allowed.. His hands had been tied in front of him and then secured to more ropes around his arms front and back. Glen could only move his hands a few inches up or down. His feet and knees were also bound.
Glen had let Ted tie him up, cowed by the psycho look Ted's face had developed after a week with no decent XXXX. But now, the ropes were biting into his wrists.
"Let me go or I'll Scream for help!"
A bandana shoved into and knotted in Glen's mouth took care of that threat.
Ted lay back on his bed, admiring his work as Glen tossed and struggled to free himself. Glen apparently, was struggling in vain.
1:18 am
Ted closed his eyes, trying to fall aXXXX. He almost did, except that a noise kept waking him up. The noise of the bed sheets on Glen's bed rustling as he threw himself back and forth, trying to loosen the ropes that bound him.
"Oh, for crying out loud! You just can't stop moving around, can you?" Ted screamed at Glen, who being gagged, gave only a faint "mmmph" in reply.
Fortunately Ted knew what to do. Taking another length of the clothes line he had used to tie up Glen in the first place, Ted looped another length from the rope that was tied around Glen's arms to his feet, creating a kind of hog-tie. Now Glen found he couldn't move anymore then side to side.
"At last!" exclaimed Ted, laying down once more. Finally he had enough peace and quiet to XXXX. In fact, the faint sounds of his room mate rolling around helplessly tied up on the bed, making moaned "mmmph"sounds every so often, was beginning to lull him into a pleasant dream filled snooze.
9:05 am
That had been the best XXXX Ted had had in a long time. So good, he saw no reason to ruin his peace of mind by untying Glen now. Across the room, Glen gave Ted a pathetic look.
"Mmmmmm?!" moaned Glen sadly.
"I don't think so. I know you don't have class today and I still have a paper to do tonight. So I think I'll just give you a little more down time. We may even fix that insomnia of yours."
Glen somehow doubted ted really had his best interest's in mind. But as Ted tied a blindfold over Glen's eyes, he did say it was to help him XXXX.
"Get some rest now!" Ted laughed as he locked the door behind him.
10:00 am
Alone, bound and gagged, Glen continued to free himself. And was having as much luck as he had had last night...none at all.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmph!" Glen cried whenever he heard voices outside his room. But whom ever was passing by in the hall must not have heard him through his gag because they kept right on going..
Glen was growing exhausted. The nervous energy that kept him up all night was running down. But still, he continued to struggle. Being tied up and gagged was not how he wanted to spend his entire day!
10:35 am
Outside in the hall, numerous people walked past Glen and Ted's dorm room. But inside, Glen no longer noticed. He lay on his bed, absolutely still except for an occasional tug at his ropes in his XXXX. Soft snores escaped the sodden gag wedged between his teeth.
It was the best XXXX Glen had had in ages.
The End
Glen played by Eddie
Photograpry by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2007
25 photos
Orange Model: Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
Back
Date of Production: 01/17/2003
41 photos; 2:53 video
BoundGuy played by Mickey O'Shea
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/27/2010