Hotel Hood Handled by JMZ

30 photos; 4:25 video

 

Kent

20 photos

Model: Kent

Photography by Caitiff

Grope

22 photos; 3:07 video

Model: Chad
Model: PAtrick Aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production: 03/24/2010

Were You Trying to Escape? by TBBM

25 photos; 8:44 video

Troy was a slick player, the slickest there was out there. There wasn't anyone he couldn't outwit, any trick he couldn't pull off and no con was too big or small for him to try his hand at. Even those who looked like they would know better were often taken in by Troy's charms and sleight of hand.

Sometimes Troy would feel a little bad about the rich snobs that made up his marks but then he'd remember that not a single one of them amassed their fortune through honest means so stealing from them was poetic justice in its own way, even Troy himself was slowly becoming the very thing he had despised himself.

Another thing Troy didn't realize was that poetic justice worked both ways and one night after fleecing a retired couple most of their life insurance, Troy found himself at a bar enjoying some of his ill gotten gains.

A man had approached him at the bar and Troy had let his guard. Without realizing it himself, the same tricks Troy had used on so many people before were now being used on him but that was the least of Troy's problems when he failed to realize that his new best friend had slipped something into his drink and Troy began to lose consciousness.

When Troy woke up an hour later, he was no longer at the bar. He was somewhere else unknown to him, tied and gagged with socks sitting on a chair. He called out for help but no one answered. He looked around the room and knew that he had to try and escape as he had no intention of waiting to find out what was in store for him. Still not feeling entirely himself, Troy took a fall to the ground as he feebly tried to free himself but to no avail.

Eventually the man that had been with Troy in the bar and the one responsible for the latter's current predicament had returned, amused with Troy writhing on the floor and asking if he was trying to escape. Troy demanded answers and his captor was only too happy to oblige on giving them. It seemed that the last couple that Troy had conned a lot of money from were his parents and he was not pleased that his parents were disrespected in such a manner. Troy realised then that the people he conned had some mafia links and that his captor was told to make an example out of Troy. Troy gulped as his captor pulled his trousers down and asked if he was attached to his expensive suit.

No amount of sweet talking or begging was going to get Troy out of this mess. He could dread what was going to happen to him next.

Bound Guy played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of production: 10/12/2019

David Chair Tied

20 photos; 7:05 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 10/16/2019

Layers

20 photos; 6:20 video

Gagged bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 09/16/2019

Hot Shot Bound

26 photos; 5:11 video

Hot Shot Pilot crashed deep in enemy terratory.

Hot Shot Piliot playe dby Mike
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 10/14/2011

Worked Over by Caitiff

26 photos; 4:42 video

 

The Undiplomatic Pouch by Soft touch

24 photos

 

            Ilya Nastova started off this day very proud and very happy.  All of the men in Ilya’s family going back for five generations had been Border Guards, and today Ilya was a Border Guard, too.  And so he was very excited when the man opened up his suitcase and revealed that it was full of ropes.  This was definitely suspicious so he escorted the man politely into the private search area to learn more about him.
            Unfortunately Ilya was so excited that he never noticed a second man following him and the other man into the enclosure.  Ilya’s first clue that he had made a major mistake was when he heard a quiet footstep behind him and then felt something like a bee sting close to his back pocket.  And then even before Ilya had a chance to cry out in surprise, a strong arm wrapped around his chest and a big hand clamped itself over his mouth.  And then Ilya heard a very frightening whisper in his ear.
            “Do not try to resist us, young man.  I have just given you a very fast acting hypnotic XXXX.  Your body will no longer obey your commands.  It will only obey my commands.”
            It was true.  Already Ilya could feel like hot flashes coursing through his body and his head was feeling so light like that one time he had tried a little vodka with his friends.
            “Walk with us now,” the strange voice commanded and Ilya’s legs started moving as he walked calmly with the two men out of the enclosure and then through the terminal.  Part of Ilya’s brain wanted to shout or to do something to attract attention to the two men, but he found it impossible to even open his mouth without being commanded to do so.   And then a very short time Ilya’s cloudy mind recognized that they were now in another security enclosure somewhere inside the diplomatic area.
            Then Ilya saw one of the men open his suitcase and take out some ropes while the other man whispered into Ilya’s ear.  “We are now going to tie you up.  You will find the whole experience quite pleasurable.”
            And that was true, too.  As the two men moved close to his body and began to wrap their ropes around him, Ilya felt his cheeks beginning to blush and his body started to tremble just like the first night when he held Marina’s hand.  And the tighter they wrapped those strong ropes around him, the more excited and warm Ilya felt.
            And then Ilya gasped and almost fainted because the bigger of the two men was running his big hands over Ilya’s pockets and touching him here and there until he finally drew the big handkerchief that Ilya carried for luck out of Ilya’s pocket and then breathed into Ilya’s ear “This will do nicely.”

 

            Then the man ran the handkerchief through his fingers and pressed the soft band of cloth gently against Ilya’s lips and Ilya couldn't help himself.  He parted his lips and let the man slip that band of cloth into his mouth because Ilya needed to feel the softness of that cloth against his lips and his tongue.
            The strange XXXX that they had given him was beginning to wear off a little now so that Ilya could hear a voice inside his brain screaming at him “You can't let them do this to you!  You have to fight back!”
            But Ilya still found it impossible to resist as the two men moved his bound body into a corner.  “That’s right, young man,” the big man told him.  “You are doing very well.  Now I want you to get down on your knees.  Yes, that’s good.  Now I want you to stay right here while we make your travel arrangements.”
            “Travel arrangements…?  What kind of travel?  Where are they taking me?” Ilya’s brain screamed as his mouth sucked hard on his soggy gag.  And then like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, the hazy lazy feeling of the XXXX lifted off of Ilya’s body and for the first time he realized the dangerous predicament he had been placed in.
            He had to get out of here!  So Ilya began to twist his hands against the tight ropes and wiggled and strained his body at the ropes that were hugging him all over.  Soon he lost his balance and fell over onto the hard floor, but that wasn't enough to stop him.
            Ilya didn't know how much time he had, but he guessed that he didn't have long.  So he strained and struggled to somehow get his fingers on the tight rope knots and he also began pushing his tongue hard against the tightly tied band of cloth that was dividing his mouth in the hope that he might be able to call for help.
            And then he finally managed to touch the knots with his fingers and he could feel the tight cloth starting to loosen in his mouth.  If only—
            “Well young man, I am pleased to see that you are so athletic,” the big man laughed at him.
            Ilya’s hopes crashed as he saw the two men towering over him again.
            “Everything has been arranged for you.  You will of course be traveling under the protection of our diplomatic pouch so that no one can interfere with you.  And once we board our transportation I will be giving you a little something so that you can XXXX all the way.  Won't that be nice?”
            Ilya moaned into his gag.
            “Oh don't look so sad, my young friend.  We have found you a very nice place up in the mountains where no one will ever find you.  There will be goats for you to herd in the summer and wood for you to cut in the winter.  It will be very pleasant.   And don't worry, after a little selective surgery, you will still be smarter than the goats.”
            Ilya moaned again and there were tears in his eyes.  He didn't even like goats.

 

 

Ilya Nastova played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

 

Humbled by Caitiff

36 photos; 6:17 video

 

Lapse in Security

20 photos; 5:44 video

Bound Guard played by Rex
Intruder played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff



Date of production: 08/31/2019

Let's Have Some Fun

35 photos; 7:13 video

Bound Guy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/31/2019

Have Him By The Balls

20 photos; 4:40 video

Model : Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/03/2019

Inappropriate Behavior

24 photos; 3:20 video

The Boss played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production: 09/20/2013

Tied Tight by JMZ

25 photos; 3:05 video

I sat in my truck, using binoculars to get a good view through the bay window into the house across the street.  I could see my customer pacing, from one end of the living room to the other. He’d be doing this ever since I had pulled up 15 minutes ago.  Even from here I could tell that he was as nervous as hell – he had probably worn a path into the rather fine Persian carpet.  That would be a pity; it was very nice, and quite valuable but, unfortunately, not easily portable.  However, on my tour of the house when we were setting up this deal, I had noticed all kinds of nice pieces that could be easily packed up and removed. It was a good thing that the client knew the value of what he owned, and had insured accordingly.  Otherwise the deal wouldn’t be worth the bother.  I decided it was time to put an end to his misery and to get things rolling.
  I barely had time to remove my finger from the doorbell when the door was pulled open.
  “Come in, come in, before someone see you.”
  The poor guy was really agitated. I could see the sweat beading on his brow, and his eyes were darting wildly, trying to see if anyone on the street had noticed Inwardly, I sighed. I had explained the whole thing to him a couple of times, in detail, but he was too nervous to remember the details.
  “Mr. Rickman, we’ve already discussed this. People are supposed to remember the truck – it is going to make the story a lot more convincing to the insurance company if there are eyewitnesses to the fact that I was here. Plus the fact that you’ll be found and gagged in your own home will add veracity to the story. I saw at least two people watching me as I brought the dolly with the cartons to the front door.  All that you will have to tell the police is that you answered the door, were immediately overpowered and bound and gagged.”
   This was a scam that I had pulled a number of times.  People had money problems. They also had valuable possessions, which were insured to the hilt. If they sold these things they would receive only a fraction of the value. However, if jewels and objets d’art were stolen – the insurance companies coughed up the cash.  I hired myself to rob these people and kept their goods for a while. Once they had been paid, I returned their goodies to them for a cut of the insurance payment.  My business had been flourishing over the last few months – so many rich people were finding themselves a lot poorer. Like this poor guy – he was desperate to keep the family business afloat.

  “I’m…I’m not sure that I want to go through with this.  It’s illegal and I’m not a bad person and..
  “Mr. Rickman, it is a bit too late to be having cold feet.  We have a contract – a very generous and fair contract, I must say.  Please – hold still.
  “Hey, is it supposed to be this tight?  I can’t move my arms at all! Why you are doing this now?”
  “Mr. Rickman, I am a professional.  Please believe me when I say that I know what I am doing.  The police will find your story much more believable if you have been tied up snugly.  Why don’t you take a sit here on this bench while I get to work?  I don’t want to have to hurry – it would be a shame if some of these lovely things got damaged while I was packing them up.”
  I placed him rather firmly on the handy bench and turned away as quickly as I could. I didn’t want him to see the bulge in my deliveryman coveralls.   What I hadn’t told Mr. Rickman was that I didn’t usually bind and gag my victims. If fact I usually did the deed while they were consoling themselves for their losses vacationing at their second or third homes.  However, most of my other clients hadn’t been so cute and appealing as Mr. Rickman.  I was definitely feeling hot and bothered.  I had to remind myself that I was a professional as I started carefully wrapping up the Rickman treasures. I tried to keep my mind on the job at hand, rather on the way I had felt as I wrapped the rope tightly around the Mr. Rickman’s upper…
  “Please be careful with that. It belonged to my great-great-great-great-grandmother and..”
  I nearly jumped out of my skin and barely caught the exquisite Belcher cream pitcher before it hit the floor.
  “Mr. Rickman, I am fully aware of the value of this piece.  There only a dozen other like it known to exist, and all of the others are in museums. I must insist that you return to the bench where I left you.”

   “I can’t move! I’m choking!”
   “Mr. Rickman, please calm yourself.  You will be perfectly fine if you don’t struggle too violently.  Even if you do thrash about, you won’t actually XXXX yourself.  You will just feel an unpleasant constriction around your throat.   You must let me continue with job on hand.  Here, let me make you more comfortable. Why, you can take a little XXXX if you like. “
  I was the one sweating now.  Adding more rope the young executive and then maneuvring him into place had made me as a horny as a goat.  Silently I was chanting to myself “professionalism, professionalism”.  It wasn’t doing much good, I must admit.  Right now all I wanted to do was to carry Mr. Rickman off and do wonderful things to him.  I gritted my teeth and continued packing.
  “GGGLLLAGGGHHHH!”
  Oh crap, the silly fool was choking himself.  I had told him not to struggle to hard. I jumped to my feet and raced over to him. Whew, I was in time.
    “Water” he croaked.
   I dashed up the stairs, knowing that there was bathroom at the top of the landing. I got a glass of water and a wash cloth.
  “What are you…MMMMPHHHHH!”
  Mr. Rickman’s eyes bulged as I stuffed the wet washcloth into his mouth, and then tied it firmly in place with a bandana.
  “ I am sorry, Mr. Rickman, I can’t have any more interruptions.  You must lie here while I finish the job.  I think I might have to reconsider the terms of the contract. I happen to have another quite large carton in my truck.  One just big enough for you to fit into.  I think that I’ll take YOU as my payment for the job.”
  I felt much more relaxed as I finished packing up the valuables, Mr. Rickman’s gagged groans music to my ears. Professionalism be damned.

Mr. Rickman played by Douglas
Photography by Ogre

 

 

Making the Rounds by Fidelis

27 photos

 

 

 It was a dark and stormy night. Chris shivered as the wind whistled through the chinks in the partially renovated house. Where the heck was his replacement? He was already 10 minutes late, and Chris didn’t want to be in this creepy house one minute longer than necessary. The house was moaning and groaning as if it were alive. The cheapskate security firm he worked for hadn’t even got around to giving him a proper uniform, let along issuing him a XXXX or even a handy little can of pepper spray. Chris winced as he heard a particularly loud bang downstairs.
"Phil, is that you? Hey, stop being more of a jerk than usual. Answer me!"
Damn, the idiot probably hadn’t turned on his hearing aid. Chris reluctantly started to go descend the stairs. He really, really hated this job. The house was being guarded because the owners had stored their collection of valuable antiques in a couple of the rooms downstairs. Chris wished that they had taken all of their old junk with them to the place they were renting. Chris jumped as he heard the banging noise again.
  "Phil, are you there. If you haven’t got your hearing…AAAGGH!"
"Don’t make a sound, pip-squeak.  Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, anything you say , sir. I’ll be good. ."
Minutes later Chris found himself sitting in a chair, his hands taped behind him. More of the sticky tape surrounded his chest, holding his arms to his side. His mouth was sealed shut with yet more of the tape.
"Now, are you going to sit here nice and quietly while I strip this place bare?"
  Chris nodded his head vigorously. He sure wasn’t going to disagree, not with that huge nasty XXXX pressed right his head. He would sit here, nice and safe and sound, while the big bad man took away all of that old stuff. Now the owners could go to WalMart and buy some spiffy new furniture.
"Chris, sorry I’m late. It’s dark and stormy outside, you know. Hey, Chris, where are you?"
Uh oh, Chris thought as he heard Phil calling out for him. He had completely forgotten about Phil. Phil was such a moron; he would probably do something incredibly stupid.
  "Hey, Chris, what happened to you? Why do you all of that tape covering you? Are you playing some kind of game?"
Oh jeez, Chris thought. This is even worse than I expected. How can he be so frigging stupid?
"You know that you’re supposedly to be fooling around on the job. I’m going to tell the supervisor about this. You’ll be lucky not to be fired."

 

 "GGGGMMMPHHH! GGMLOOKMMBEHINDMYOU!"
"It’s your own fault. Don’t bother trying to argue with me. As soon as I sign out tomorrow morning, I’m going to call Mr. Morrison and tell him all about this. I’m going to keep some of the tape as evidence, too.
"MMMLOOOOKMBEHINDMUUMMFUCKINGMMMMORON!"
"Did you just call me a moron? I’m going to tell…GGGLLUGGGH."
"Gee, you guys have to tell me what other places your outfit is guarding. If all of the other guards are as stupid as you two, I’ll be able to make a real killing. Where in the name of God do they find you?
  Chris glowered at the bad guy as he picked up the conscious Phil, and started taping him up. Sure, Phil WAS stupid, but there was nothing wrong with Chris’s brain. He had graduated from high school! He was even thinking of taking a security guard course at the local community college. It had some other name, but he knew that was what it was all about – how to be a good security guard. He would get a certificate, or something.
"You two had better not give me any more trouble. I want you both to sit here as quiet as little mice. Is that understood?"
"MMMYETHYETHMMNOMTROUBBLE." The two taped-up security guards enthusiastically nodded their heads.
"Good, I’m glad that you two bozos have a little bit of sense. Time to get back to work."
  Chris and Phil sat petrified, not daring to move, for what seemed like hours. They heard a lot of grunting and banging as the burglar carted out the precious antiques. Long after the noise had ceased, they still sat there, motionless.
"GGGCHRISMMIMGOTTAMPEE."
"MMMEEMMTOOM!"
"GOOTHINKMESMGONE? MIGOTTAPEEGGLREALBAD."
  Chris, not relishing the thought of sitting next to Phil as he peed all over the place, and suffering from an uncomfortably full bladder himself, struggled to his feet. He stood there, waiting for Phil to join him. Phil just sat there , staring up at Chris.
"MMSHTANDUPMUDOPE! GGHOWMUNTIENEACHMMOTHERIFUMSITTING THERELIKEMADUMMY?"
Phil scowled at Chris, but realizing that he was right, he too managed to get to his feet. Chris was a big bully and Phil was going to make sure that he reported him to their supervisor as soon as they got untaped. That would teach him a lesson.
"MMOUUCHH!"
"GGMMSHUTMUPANDMPULL!"
  Muttering and swearing at each other, the two guards gingerly picked away at the tape that was holding them captive. Phil, with his bladder about to rupture, worked away feverishly. He could feel the sweat running down his legs – a sure prelude to an unfortunate accident. He didn't want that to happen again!
With a triumphal grunt, Rod pulled at the last of the tape holding his hands behind his back. Gee, but that felt good. He flexed his arms to get the blood flowing.
"MMUNTIEMMEMNOWWWWWWWW!"
Chris looked at the agonized expression on Phil’s face and got to work quickly. He had seen that expression before and knew what it meant. He speedily undid the tape binding Phil, hoping that his colleague would be able to control himself until he was free.
  Chris ripped off his own gag.
"GO! Don’t make a mess!"
Phil wasted no time in scampering off, though even in his extremity he was plotting Chris’s downfall. He didn’t have to worry, since both Chris and Phil were fired, and their employer was XXXX into bankruptcy by the ensuing lawsuit.

 

 

Chris played by Rod
Phil played by Patrick

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Rico Gets Ragged by Kurt

22 photos; 4:17 video

 

 

 "Yo, Rico, what's shakin', dawg?"
Rico looked up from his pullout bed to see his two gangmates Luis and Karim standing in his cluttered living room. He was startled and had no idea how they'd gotten into his apartment. The one thing that was immediately clear was the shiny silver pistol Luis was clutching and pointing down at him.
"What up, boyz? What's the 411?" Rico inquired innocently.
"Word is you been doin' Rosie behind my back", snarled Luis. "Dat ain't cool, bro!"
  Rico's throat tightened as he heard the accusation. Of course, it wasn't true, but Rico could never admit that he was in fact more turned on by Luis than his skank ho Rosie. That would break the macho code of the hood and there was no telling how Luis would react. Luis was famous in the hood for his jealous nature and hair-tigger temper.
"Naw, man, I'd never do you like that," Rico stuttered unconvincingly.
"Yeah, right", Luis replied. "Just shut up and roll over, Romeo! Karim, get that rope and tie this fucker up good and tight!"
With a pistol pointed down at his exposed package, Rico had no choice but to comply. He rolled over onto his belly and within seconds, his wrists were tightly bound, and Karim continued wrapping rope around his chest and arms. Karim rolled him roughly onto his back, then shimmied down and tied his ankles together.
  "Oww! C'mon, man, not so tight!" Rico whined as his feet were tied so tightly that his ankles rubbed against each other.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Luis growled. He handed Karim a thick, white cloth. "Gag the fucker!" he ordered Karim.
Karim pulled the cloth tightly through Rico's mouth and knotted it securely behind his head. Rico felt Karim was enjoying binding and gagging him, and for some strange reason, he felt an all-too familiar tingling in his crotch as his sensitive cock and balls began to swell up against his will.

 

"Hey, Luis, look," Karim said, pointing down at Rico's hard cock and swollen balls. "Dude popped a woody when I gagged him!"
Luis eyes widened. "Oh, shit! No way! My boy's a punk? I can't fucking believe it! This changes things.
Luis and Karim stepped away from the couch and whispered to each other. Rico rolled around, struggling against the tight ropes and grunting into his gag. The two studs returned, and Karim sat on the edge of the pull-out.
"Go ahead, do it!" Luis said to Karim.
Rico was shocked as Karim reached forward and grasped his hot shaft. Karim stroked it gently, the rough edges of his hand creating friction along the captive's pulsating joint.
"Mmmmm......mmmmppphhh!" Rico moaned as Karim used his other hand to fondle his heavy ball sac. He writhed on the bed as his gang bud played
him like an expert.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPHHHH!!" Rico grunted loudly as Karim's sexy lips encircled his swollen cockhead and his tongue lapped around it hungrily. Meanwhile, Luis climbed onto the bed and knelt over his captive. He unbuckled his baggy jeans and yanked down his plaid boxers, exposing his hard, 10-inch rod.
He reached behind Rico's head and untied the gag. Rico took in a quick gasp of breath as the gag was removed, but before he could speak, Luis's guided missile made contact with his lips. Rico instinctively opened his jaws as wide as possible, and slid his mouth over his buddy's thick shaft, while Karim continued his maniplulation of Rico's cock and balls.
  Luis groaned in ecstasy as Rico clamped down on his johnson, soaking it
with his saliva.
"Fuck....oh fuck, yeah...suck it, bitch!" he moaned.
Several hours later, Karim and Luis were fastening their belts, looking down at their bound captive, whose gag had been tightly replaced.
"Don't say nothin', Rico", Luis ordered, as he tucked the pistol into his jeans pocket. "You know we'll come back and finish the job if you tell anyone what went down here tonight!!!"
Rico eyed the two handsome studs who had jerked him off, and smiled beneath his gag. He knew joining the gang would pay off eventually!

 

 

 

Athletic Tape

23 photos; 6:07 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/13/2019

Cuddles

25 photos; 6:14 video

BoundGuy played by Remy
Bad Guy played by David

Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Deadline by Caitiff

28 photos; 2:34 video

 

 Ted was excited. For weeks he had been investigating what was turning out to be one of the biggest political scandals this city had ever seen for his newspaper. Crime, corruption, bribes, and even murder was dirtying the hands of several key figures on the city council and Ted had finally found the smoking XXXX, the evidence linking it all together. Now all he had to do was finish typing up the rough draft of his story on his home computer before his editor came over.

 

"Ok, bright Boy. Put your hands up!" A threatening voice said behind Ted. Ted turned to see two men in ski masks holding a XXXX on him!

 

'Wh..what's going on?" Ted stammered!

 

"What do you think is happening? You've been too nosy! " the smaller of the two men explained, " and now we've come to take care of you!"

 

"Let's just shoot him" the larger of the men said, cocking his XXXX. But his partner stopped him.

 

"The boss said to make an example of him and his self rightous editor. Get me the rope!"

 

 Soon Ted found himself being tied tightly to his chair and his mouth taped by the larger man while the smaller one fiddled with a contraption on his front door.

 

 

 

Ted could only stare in XXXX as he heard the ticking of the clock.. Even if his editor didn't come, Ted could was dead..

 

"The men left Ted to sweat out his last moments bound and gagged. Desperately he strained at the ropes but the big man obviously knew a thing or two about knots. It soon became clear that Ted wasn't going to free himself in the few minutes remaining.

 

Ted could hear the thumping of his upstairs neighbor moving around.

 

Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Ted moaned as loud as the tape on his mouth permitted but his neighbor turned on his stereo, drowning out Ted's frantic pleas for help.

 

Panicked, Ted tried scooting his chair to the kitchen. Maybe if he could somehow reach the stove and turn off the gas, Ted thought. Unfortunately Ted lost his balance and tied as he was, he couldn't stop himself from tipping over. Ted lay stunned for a few more precious minutes. The ropes kept him still tied to the chair and now he was even more helpless on the floor. At least it was a little easier to breath down here.

 

 There was a voice on the other side of Ted's door. Faintly, Ted could make out the voice of his editor coming closer!

 

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmppphhht!" But it was no use. The gag kept him from being heard.

 

There was XXXX on the door. "Ted, it's Julia. let me in."

 

"Mmmmmmppht mmuuuu ffffffth!" Ted had to do something before she tried the door! Then he noticed the sweat from his face had made the tape a little less sticky. One end of the tape was beginning to peel off. Frantically he rubbed against the carpet, trying to take the tape gag off.

 

 "Ted? I hear you in there. Are you all right?"

 

"Mmmm!"

 

"I'm coming in!"

 

"The door knob began to move just as the tape finally came off of Ted's mouth. "NO! stay out! there's a booby trap!"

 

The doorknob stopped moving.

 

Ted's editor was able to get in through the window. She untied Ted before the timer went off. There was still enough time for the bomb squad to come and diarm the bomb. The would be assassins had been over confident. Ted gave them a copy of his hard drive with all the evidence to the police. A month later, most of the city council had been replaced. And Ted got a promotion to staff reporter and a raise. He now had more work then ever

 

Though he took some time to learn how to escape being tied up. Just in case.

 

 

The End

 

Learning the Ropes by Caitiff

20 photos; 3:10 video

 

Darien was a cute guy in my drama class. He wanted to be an actor so he took all the Theatre classes. I wanted an easy grade so I took them too. But I also wanted Darien. Unfortunately, Darien wouldn't give me the time of day. I wasn't in the Theatre clique like he was.
That is, until our teacher assigned us together as partners to do a short skit from a play we had chosen.
"I'm busy most of today but if you come over to my house tonight, I think have a scene we can do pretty easily for a good grade." I said.
"Ok, whatever. "replied Darien. He was still irritated he hadn't gotten to be partners with one of his Theatre friends.
Perfect, I thought. My plan was coming together.
That night Darien showed up at my apartment and I showed him the scene I had picked out.
"But Arsenic and Old Lace? But that scene where Mortimer gets tied up has three people in it."
"Don't worry,'" I answered. "We're allowed to cut as we need and I've worked it out. I'll show you."
Using some clothesline I had found, I quickly had Darien's hands securely tied behind his back.
"But I don't see how this is going to work. And where do I begin my line?"
"Don't worry about that. You won't have any lines."
"What do you mean I don't..Mmmm!" Darien's question was cut off by he strip of duct tape I slapped over his mouth. Darien was always a lot cuter when he wasn't talking.
I stood back to admire my work. Damn fine job, if I do say so myself. Darien might have said so too, if he hadn't been gagged and just realizing he was in the hands of a crazy person.
"Hmmm, I'm just not feeling it yet. I know, you need to sit down." I gently pushed Darien onto the floor."
Darien looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. He was so cute when he tried to look angry.
"I'm sorry, is something a matter?" I asked in a fake sympathetic tone.

 

 

"Mmmmfph!" Was all Darien could say.
"Of course, silly me to forget." and I tied Darien's feet together. "Now you can feel as if you are really tied up! I want you to get in the moment."
I then sat down beside him and get as close as I could to Darien's body. Bound and gagged, there wasn't much he could do to stop me. I flipped on the TV.
"But before we go back to work, South Park is on. You don't mind if we watch that first. do you?"
"Mmm!"
"Oh good. Because I figure, we can rehearse all night if we have too."

 

 

 

Click by Fidelis

34 photos

 

 

 

 Wait a minute. What was that over there, in that pile of wood? Brad squinted a bit as he peered across the cellar. Hallelujah! It WAS a knife, sticking up out of piece of wood. Now all he had to do was to get over to the knife, cut the tape that bound him, and get the hell out of here.
"MMMPHHH." Gee, this wasn’t as easy as it looked in the movies. Brad was making very slow progress as he took tiny little hops across the room. He had to be careful; if he went down, he might not be able to get up again. Plus, he didn’t want to damage his camera, which miraculously seemed undamaged. It looked as if Neanderthal hadn’t even touched it. The precious film with the incriminating pictures was still inside.

 

 

 Ah, he had made it. Now came the tricky part. Cutting the tape without severing an artery. Brad slowly squatted down, looking over his shoulder as he felt around for the knife. Got it! Damn, it was pushed deep into that piece of wood. He tugged on it again. It came free. All he had to do now was to cut the tape, and get out of here before Neanderthal returned.
Ouch! Brad grunted under his gag as the point of the knife went through his shirt and pricked his arm. OK, try again. Come on, Brad, he told himself, you can do this. If only his hands weren’t so sweaty. All he needed was to get the knife under the tape and start sawing away at it and…BINGO! Brad felt the knife start sliding through the tape. It took time, but he finally managed to cut through the tape around his wrists. He was sweating bullets, waiting for Neanderthal and his XXXX to return. Once he got his hands free, it took him moments to cut through the rest of the tape. He ripped off the tape gag and bolted, his camera and its precious contents still safe.

 

 

 

 

Brad played by Matt
photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/22/2003

Won't Take Yes for an Answer by Marty

30 photos; 8:29 video

 

Scarlet Streak Subdued

22 photos; 5:33 video

Scarlet Streak played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 10/13/2019