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

Getting What I want

23 photos; 5:05 video

Mitch should never had refused Donovan.

Now Mitch finds himself tied to a chair in a run down ware house.  

 

Model:Mitch Kuppertino

Model: Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/04/2014

Greedy Guard by Latoo

28 photos; 4:12 video

Zach went into the designated meeting place which the buyer said was 123 Henry Street with the folder in his right hand.

“What a creepy old house…” He thought as he crept up the rickety wooden front steps.

He tried peering into the window, but it was covered in cobwebs and it was pitch black inside.

“Guess I’ll just go in and wait.”

He slowly opened the door and flipped the light switch and waited in the living room.

About ten minutes have passed and Zach kept nervously checking his watch. “Come on already, I need to be at my post in two hours.”

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” A voice came from behind.

“Oh, you’re finally here.” Zach stood up. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Yes.” The man stepped out of the shadows of the doorway. “Let’s.”

“Here is the file you wanted full of my company’s secrets as we agreed.” Zach handed the folder over.

The man flipped through it for a few seconds. “Very good. I’m glad a lowly security guard such as yourself could be so useful.”

“Yeah whatever. Can I just get my money already?”

“But of course.” The man put the folder down and reached into a black bag he carried with him and pulled out a concealed item.

“Hey hey. What’s this?” Zach looked at the man.

“Quite simple my dear boy. Did you really think you could go behind our back and sell our secrets to our competitors? So, I set up this little meeting to see who has been leaking information and lo and behold, it was you.” “So, what now? Are you going to shoot me?”

“Hmmm, nah. That’s too messy, but I have a better idea and it starts by putting your hands behind your back.”

“Why should I?”

“Well, it’s either that or *Shakes concealed item* this.”

“Fine…”

“Good boy. Now hold still.” The man took some black rope and tied Zach’s hands behind his back.

“Ouch, hey, come on, that’s hurts!”

“Be quiet. Now, come with me.” The man put his arm over Zach and dragged him into the next room and threw him onto a nearby chair.

“Ahhhh.”

“Geez, you never shut up.” The man took some duct tape he brought with up and slapped a strip along Zach’s mouth.

“Mmm!”

“Good.” The man then pulled out a camo bandana and firmly tied it around Zach’s eyes.

“Mmph!”

“Just so you don’t see what’s going to happen next” The man started to unbutton Zach’s shirt.

Zach mildly protested, but the ropes were too tight to do anything about it.

“And there we go; one shirtless dope ready for more torture.”

“Mmmmm!”

“Now now, the worst has yet to come.”

“Mmmm no!”

“Like you have a choice.” The man threw Zach’s opened shirt back and then started to undo his pants.

“Mmmugh!”

The man then reached down into his pants and pulled out an somewhat erect penis. “Well well, what do we have here? It seems you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

Zach shook his head.

“I think your body says differently. Besides, this just makes it so much better.”

“Mmmm?”

“Yep, now for the final humiliation!” The man took out a camera. “Smile!”

Zach tried looking away, but the man held him in place. The man even took a few pictures of his erect penis close up. “I think that’s enough for one day.”

“Mmmm…”

“Don’t think you’re off the hook boy. First off, you’re fired. Secondly, don’t even think you can weasel yourself out of this because if you do anything more to hurt my company, I will post these pictures everywhere on the Internet. Thirdly, you’re day is about to get much much worse.”

“Mmm?”

The man started to dial his cellphone. “Hello police? Yes, I would like a possible break in at 123 Henry Street. Please hurry because I saw two dangerous looking men with concealed items enter the house holding a strange looking package.”

“MMMM!” Zach started to struggle violently.

“Good luck with the police boy… I’ll leave this file right here so the police will have some very interesting questions to ask you. Goodbye!”

The man escaped through the back door just as the police sterns were rounding the corner.

The End.

 

Zach played by ZachT

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:03/15/2011

Stroke

34 photos; 6:57 video

Model: Derek

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:05/10/2013

The Orange Team

25 photos; 5:03 video

Special Thnaks to Jed for donating the gear.

Rugby player played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 01/18/2020

Stay A While

33 photos; 6:17 video

Model: Rick
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 01/22/2020

Wake Up Call

28 photos; 4:04 video

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production: 01/16/2020

Football Cub

26 photos; 9:39 video

Model: Tiger

Photography : Slade

Date of Production: 10/10/2014

Sweeper

27 photos; 3:35 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:11/07/2013

Day in the Park by Fidelis

13 photos

Tony backed up until he hit the trunk of a big tree and two guys came toward him. These guys were crazy. He and his friends had just been having a little fun, XXXX a few beers in the park and playing some music. Big deal if a couple of people didn't like the music. If they wanted peace and quiet they should have stayed home. It was Tony's constitutional right to play his music as loud as he wanted to! All those beers made him want to take a pee. He couldn't be bothered to use one of the public washrooms; a bush was good enough for him. Ah, that felt better. Except when he emerged from the bushes two of the guys who had complained about the noise where standing in front of him, blocking his path.

Tony tried to push past them they weren't as big as he was, and if they made any trouble he would get his friends and stomp them. That was his thinking until one of the guys pulled a concealed item on him.

"Hey, dude. What's your problem?"

"You are, punk! Now shut up and back up."

Tony was about to yell for his friends, but thought better of it when he was punchedin the stomach.

"Move!"

He starting walking backwards until he backed into the tree, when he noticed that the second guy had some white rope in his hands. Within a minute Tony's hands were tied up in front of him, and his arms were bound to his body. Then his ankles were bound together.

"What the fuck Before he could say anything more a knotted blue bandana was stuffed into his mouth and tied behind his head. "We've had enough noise out of you today, punk."

"MMMMPHHHH." What the hell were these psychos up to? Tony tried to lunge out at them, but with his feet tied together he lost his balance. Down he went on his ass. "OOMMPPHH!" The two guys who had tied him just laughed at him

Tony was getting really pissed off now. These two jerks were going to be sorry that they had messed with him. He yelled an obscenity through his gag and kicked out at them. "FFMMUCKNIMGMASSHOLMES!"

"Temper, temper. Didn't your mama ever wash your mouth out with soap for swearing? And didn't she teach you that it wasn't nice to kick people? Looks like we're going to have to take care of at least one those problems right now." Tony could only struggle futilely while a short piece of rope was tied around his shoes, and a length of rope attached his feet to his hands. "We don,t want you going anywhere, do we? You just sit there like a good boy, and get nice and comfy."

Tony snarled into his gag. Just wait until his friends came looking for him .As if reading his mind, the taller of the two men said, "And don't worry about your friends; they won't be coming looking for you for a while. It seems that there was some trouble with one of their cars. It somehow caught fire in the parking lot. So sad, isn't it?"

"MMMHGLEMMMHPGOM!"

"Sorry, punk, can,t hear what you're saying. I must have become deaf from all that heavy metal that you were playing." Tony mmmphhed into his gag and wiggled around on the ground. OUCH! Something had crawled inside his shorts and bitten him! Damn bugs. He tried to roll away but he was shoved back against the trunk of the tree.

"Trying to go somewhere, punk? I don,t think so." Tony watched with apprehension as the two approached him with more rope. One of them held him down as the other one wound the rope around Tony's body, tying him to the trunk of the big tree. The ropes bit into his chest as he struggled against them. Ouch, another damn bug must have crawled up inside his shorts.

"There, that's better. That should keep you in place for the night."

The night! Tony noticed that the shadows were getting longer and longer. Theses guys weren't going to leave tied up out here all night. They couldn't! "MMMPHHH". Tony stared at them, trying to plead with his eyes.

"Don,t worry, you won't be bored. We know how much you like music, so we brought something for you to listen. The collected works of Puccini. We're sure that you'll enjoy." One of the guys put down a portable CD player on the ground and switched it on. Tony winced at the terrible noise that came out of it. The bastards!

Tony struggled against the ropes that tied him to the tree, but they held fast. Another bug was in his shorts; he could feel it crawling up his thigh. Then he was blindfolded with a bandana. "It's so much easier to concentrate on the music with your eyes closed, isn't it?" "MMWWDONMMLEMEPH!."

Then Tony felt one of the guys sticking his hands inside his shorts, smearing something sticky on his thighs. He grunted as he felt the hands go all the way up to his balls, rubbing the sticky stuff on them, too. What was it? He sniffed. It smelt like honey! NOOO!

"Night night, punk. Sweet dreams. You won't be totally alone, you know. Since you're sitting on top of an anthill, you should have lots of company. And some nice music to listen to as well!"

Tony wailed into his gag as he was left alone. He could feel more bugs crawling inside his shorts. It was going to be a long night.

The End

 

Tony played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/23/2002

Play Thing

22 photos; 4:46 video

Lets Have Fun With Chad!

 

Model:Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/23/2014

Brotherly Bondage

28 photos; 5:23 video

It's ok.  They're Brothers.

Jonny played by Alan
Trae played by on Storm
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production 01/11/2020

Young Exec Stripped

25 photos; 5:43 video

Model Dante
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production 01/15/2020

Teddy Bear

24 photos; 4:57 video

Teddy Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production  01/13/2020

Stretched by LAshyguy

30 photos; 4:00 video

Lance had been working his butt off in college to get his business degree, and it was finally going to pay off. For his final semester, he only needed to complete an internship at a company. He applied to three different establishments and was fortunate enough to receive offers from all of them. However, one seemed to stand out more than the others, mostly because of the cute guy he would be working under. Mr. Geno Lorenzo, was the complete package, and Lance could’ve sworn there was a spark between them during the interview. Professional? No. Enticing. Hell, yes.

It was the final day of his first week. Lance was finishing some filing when Geno called him into his office. Lance looked around the empty office and thought this was the perfect opportunity to figure out if Geno really was into him.

“Close the door,” Geno said, to which Lance eagerly obliged.

“What can I do for you, sir,” Lance asked, trying his hardest to hide a flirtatious grin.

“I just wanted to let you know what a great job you’ve done in your first week. You’re a quick learner, and quite frankly, better than half the staff I employ with six figure salaries.”

“Thanks,” Lance replied, “I’m glad you like my work.”

“I’m glad, as well,” Geno said, “After all, it’s not every day an executive like myself can catch such a young stud like yourself.”

Lance wasn’t sure if Geno was still complimenting his work or hitting on him. His impulse told him the latter, and he reacted.

“Well, I’ve never worked for such a stud, if you don’t mind me saying,” Lance said.

Geno flashed a wide grin, “It sounds like you’re coming on to me, Lance.”

“Maybe I am.” And why not? Geno looked no more than five years older than Lance, and the energy between them was lighting up the room.

Geno reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a metal flask. “Well, then, how about a toast to a great first week, and to many more private evenings between us?”

Geno extended the flask to Lance. Lance accepted it with delight.

“To our future,” Lance said as he took a swig. He passed the flask back just as his fingers began to tingle. The tingling spread up his arm into his head. Suddenly, the room seemed cloudy. “Hey,” Lance slurred, “whatsgoinon….” Geno jumped out of his chair and caught Lance before he hit the floor. The last thing Lance saw was Geno’s lascivious grin, then nothing.

---

The first thing Lance realized as he came to was that his head was pounding like someone was hammering nails into it. The second thing was an odd taste in his mouth. He couldn’t quite place it, but as he opened his groggy eyes, he realized what was happening soon enough.

Lance was lying down on a bed in a room devoid of other furniture. His hands were handcuffed above his head to the metal frame, his feet tied together and secured to the opposite end. The taste in his mouth was the brand new tie he bought the previous day, wrapped twice around his head to keep him properly gagged. Finally, his shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing his smooth, taut chest.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake,” a voice echoed from across the room. Lance turned his head and saw Geno sitting in a chair in a shadowy corner of the room.

“Mmmmph mmmpph mmmph mmmph,” Lance said, which was gag speak for “What are you doing,” but Geno couldn’t understand a word.

“I’m sorry, Lance, but I can’t understand you. But I understood you loud and clear in my office. You’ve got a thing for your new boss. And if you don’t mind me saying so, I’ve got a thing for you as well. I mean, watching that cute ass of yours bent over filing all week practically made me shoot a load behind my desk. But now that I know you’re into me, we can have a little fun of our own together.”

Lance started shouting in protest, but Geno quickly placed his hand over Lance’s gagged mouth.

“Shhhh. I thought you wanted this. Don’t you want this,” Geno asked. Lance shook his head in rejection.

“Well, you wanted it just fine upstairs in my office. And I’m a fair boss. I always give my employees what they want.” Lance closed his eyes in disgust as Geno ran his hand down Lance’s chest. This was not what Lance had in mind when he decided to make a move on his boss. He pulls at his bonds in vain, but the cold metal handcuffs weren’t giving. And as minute after minute went by, Lance found it harder to stop his body from reacting…naturally.

“Oh,” Geno said with a surprised look on his face, “it looks like you are enjoying this. Guess I’ll just keep going.”

Lance continued struggling, but as Geno ran his hand down Lance’s leg, he found it harder to resist his sexual urges. Finally, Geno settled on his socked feet, lightly running his fingers up and down them.

“Are you ticklish, Lance,” Geno asked as Lance tried pulling his feet away. “I guess so.” In actuality, Lance wasn’t ticklish at all, but his feet were a sensual soft spot that could set him off with the slightest touch. Lance tried to fight back his moans as Geno worked his feet over. After what felt like a sexually charged, tortuous eternity, Lance stopped fighting it and gave it. His toes curled and he let out a long moan. Geno watched as Lance’s pants darkened between his legs.

“Are you enjoying yourself now,” Geno asked.

Lance nodded.

“Good, because we’ve got all night, and I’m just getting started.”

Lance let out a half smile. Perhaps this was what he wanted, after all.

The End

 

Lance played by Vincent

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:05/08/2014

Not So Smart

10 photos; 7:18 video

Max was definitely regretting his poor, unruly decisions now, considering his precarious predicament. This was the fourth job he was working his scam on, and until this point, everything had worked perfectly. The setup was simple…find an accounting firm looking for some young, eager hotshots, spend a couple months establishing trust, then swoop in and steal their most lucrative accounts for himself. Was it risky? Hell, yes, and that’s what Max liked most about it. Not that the idea of landing high-end clients that yielded immediate profits didn’t excite him, but the thrill of the scam was an adrenaline rush he’d never experienced before. Unfortunately, the new rush pulsing through his veins were from fear thanks to his ignorance and greed.

As he sat on his boss’ couch blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back, Max ran through the events of the evening. He was just putting the finishing touches on stealing his boss, Roger’s high-profile account when his computer froze up. Next thing he knew, Roger entered flanked by two burly security guards. Next thing Max knew, he was being escorted to the elevator.

“Do you think I’m an idiot, Max,” Roger asked rhetorically. “I monitor all my new hires for six months before trusting them with my accounts. The dummy account you just tried stealing exposed you like a snake in the grass. And I hate snakes.”

As Max contemplated how he would avoid jail time, the elevator door opened, revealing the basement.

“Wait a minute. Where are you taking me,” Max asked.

“I’m going to ensure you never try something like this again,” Roger said as the security guard grabbed Max under the arms and dragged him down the dark hallway.

Max called for help as the guard dragged him into a nearly empty room. They pushed Max down onto the couch, holding his arms behind him. Next thing he saw was Roger securing rope around his wrists.

“Look, whatever you’re doing, it’s highly illegal and…mmmpphh.” Max’s plea became indistinct as Roger gagged him with a bandana.

“Hypocrite,” Roger replied. “Finish the job, boys.”

Max struggled against his captors, but the guards were far too strong for him. Before long, his arms were tied to his side, feet tied together. Roger’s lips widened into an eerie smile that make Max shiver.

“Leave us,” Roger said. And just like that, the guards were gone. Now, all Max could do was sit there helplessly as Roger decided what to do with him. Max struggled against the ropes, but all it did was make them tighter.

“Don’t bother. I pay those guys to do their jobs right, unlike you,” Roger said as he approached Max and sat beside him. Roger patted him on the head, smiling.

“Mmmpphhh…mmmmpphhh.” Max knew it was useless, but he had to try something. Roger, incense by his incoherent please, pressed his hand against the gag. Max’s tried to wriggle away, but it was no good.

“I’m only going to say this once. I could have called the cops and sent you to prison, but I didn’t. To be honest, I really liked you. You were the most ambitious, most charismatic, and cutest of my new hires. I had high hopes for you. It’s a shame that it’s come to this.”

Max watched as Roger slowly ran his hand down Max’s chest. Suddenly, it became crystal clear what was going to happen.

“MMMMPPPHHHH!!” Max shouted as he struggled to get away from Roger. Roger laughed at Max’s futile attempts, turning him over and spanking him.

“The more you fight, the worse it’ll be.”

Max struggled with every bit of strength he had until he was completely exhausted. Sweating, panting, and still bound and gagged, Max finally gave in to his predicament.

“Are you done,” Roger asked. Max nodded in compliance. “Good, because now the fun is really going to begin.” Roger ran his hand down to Max’s crotch, reaching for the zipper.

“Now, you stole something from me, and I’m going to steal a little something from you…just to even the score. After that, you’re free to go.”

Max shook his head in objection. “Oh, if you don’t want to watch, I can help you out with that.” With that, Roger pulled a black bandana from his pocket and secured it around Max’s eyes.

“There. This will make it easier to handle,” Roger said. “See how fair I am.”

Max sat there cursing himself silently for being such and pompous idiot. As he heard and felt his zipper being pulled down, he bit his lip under the gagged and vowed never to cheat anyone ever again.

The End

 

Max played by Aiden

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:03/23/2014

Mistaken Identity By Caitiff

21 photos

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm." For the few minutes since his shanghaiers had left, Paulo had been crying out for help. Unfortunately the thick material gagging him reduced everything he said to unintelligible and faint moans. Hidden in the corner of some basement, no one could hear him, much less help. The ropes around his hands and feet kept him from escaping.

Earlier that day, Paulo had been lounging at the beach with his cousin Gabriel. Neither boy had noticed the van that kept going up and down the road near the beach. Not until Paulo had left to get some food to bring back. Once he was out of sight of Gabriel, two men got out of the van and grabbed Paulo. Before he had time to realize what was happening, the men, three in all, had him tied up and gagged. They then sped off.

Paulo had no idea what the men wanted. Not at first. Not until one of them called him Gabriel and suddenly it dawned on him. These men thought he was his cousin! Both boys looked remarkably similar, with dark hair and eyes and the same build. Somebody who didn't know them both might have mistaken one for the other as apparently these men had.

Paulo didn't know what to do. He was bound too tightly to get away and the thick gag meant that he couldn't tell them they had the wrong guy. Of course, telling them they had made a mistake would probably make things worse. Not only would they more then likely go and take Gabriel, putting him in danger too, but they might hurt Paulo since they wouldn't need him anymore.

Paulo didn't see where they were going, he was pushed face first onto the floor, but he did notice that the van drove into a covered garage. Pulling him from the van when they stopped, Paulo was shoved into a corner and told to be quiet or else.

That had been three hours ago. The men had left eventually, secure in the knowledge that Paulo couldn't escape.

"Mmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!!" Paulo moaned as loudly as he could. Suddenly on of the men came back to him!

"Didn't think we'd leave you all alone, did you? Don't worry, no one will help you. There are people working right upstairs but with that gag, no one can hear you over ventilation. And no one comes down here but me!" The man leered as he patted Paulo on the head. Then he began to run his hands down Paulo's arms to his chest, then down his stomach. Bound, gagged and helpless, Paulo couldn't do anything to defend himself.

"And since we'll be alone for a while...." The man had a nasty look on his face.

Suddenly one of other men approached," Stop it! We got other stuff to worry about!"

"What are you doing back so early?"

"You fucked up! That..." The other man said pointing at Paulo," Is not Gabriel Mendoza! it's his cousin."

"Shit! Why didn't he say something?"

"He's gagged for one, you idiot! Come on. We have to go get the real Gabriel before anybody realizes what happened to this guy!"

"And what about this guy?"

The third man walked in "He's useless. His parents have no money! We'll get rid of him now!" The third man took out a switch edge.

"Mmmmm!" Paulo shook his head no viperously.

"Wait' the first man said," I got an idea. His parents might not have a lot of money but they gotta have some. We'll get the real Gabriel Mendoza and ransom both back to their parents for a little extra cash!"

"The other men agreed and walked off, leaving Paulo alone with the first man again.

"Now I'll have two of you." He whispered in Paulo's ear. Paulo was then retied with is hands over his head, secured to a pipe out of his reach. The the man left.

Desperately, Paulo renewed his struggle against the ropes. Unfortunately, his shanghaiers obviously knew how to tie somebody up. The knots didn't budge an inch, they only got tighter.

Certain that all the men had left to take his cousin, Paulo cried out and began banging his bound hands against the wall, hoping to get somebody's attention. But the first man had been right, with the ventilation going full blast, no one could hear him upstairs. No one had any idea that he was just a few floors below them, bound and gagged.

"Hello?" Paulo heard in the distance," Excuse me, but the toilet overflowed on the third floor and we need someone to clean it up!"

'Mmmmmpphtt! Mmmmphttffflll!" Paulo moaned as loudly as his gag permitted while banging against the wall, 'Mmmmmmmm!"

The strange man's voice began to get further away, however, despite Paulo's attempts at attracting his attention," Excuse me! But you all are supposed to be on call! Great, they aren't even here! maybe they're upstairs..."

Paulo could hear the man walking away. He had been only a few feet from Paulo but hadn't even noticed him!

"Mmmmmmm!", Paulo gave out another muffled cry. But still the man didn't hear him Over the shaking of the air conditioner. He sounded like he was getting farther away! Paulo felt a sinking dread as he realized he wasn't going to be rescued!

Then the air conditioner turned off.

"Mmmmmm!"

"What the hell?" A young man in a business suit rounded the corner and stared at Paulo, bound and gagged, dumbstruck.

When the shanghaiers, one of whom was also the janitor of the building, came back with Gabriel tied up and gagged, they were greeted not by Paulo also bound and gagged but by a squad of police.

The End

 

Paulo played by Reggie

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 04/07/2007

Hot and Bound by JMZ

26 photos; 6:20 video

It was finally going to happen. After weeks of coffee dates and long conversations about nothing Jesse and I were ready to take things to the next level. He was a great guy, and I wanted everything to be perfect. I was nervous to say the least but I knew it was time. After several failed relationships I knew this one was truly the one.

I met Jesse waiting in line for coffee. I was immediately drawn to him. He had a wonderful energy and I’ve always had a thing for red heads. We struck up a conversation and before we knew it hours had passed and we just couldn’t seem to be out of each others site for too long. It was the kind of connection that you read about in books and see in movies. I couldn’t believe my luck in finding this guy.

I noticed Jason’s ass immediately. I was standing in line for coffee when out of nowhere I saw it. It was a perfect round bubble butt. All I could think was how was I going to get a crack at this boy and how soon. I noticed him glancing at me and I figured it would be easier than I thought. I began a conversation with him in hopes of getting him to my place. After what seemed like an eternity I realized he was one of those guys. He needed a little romance and bullshit. I thought of bailing right then and there, but that ass was just too perfect, I needed at least one try at it. I figured a couple of dates couldn’t hurt. After weeks of stupid movies and endless talks about his life he invited me over for a little date. I knew what he had in mind and I couldn’t wait. I just hoped all the bullshit was worth the wait.

We sat and talked for a few minutes but I we could no longer resist. We attacked each other like animals. We kissed and touched, ready to rip each others clothes off when we noticed him. A man stood at the XXXX of the room holding somethign concealed in his pocket.  He seemed a little stunned at what he had just witnessed but quickly came to his senses. I couldn’t believe it we were being robbed. He ordered us away from each other and XXXX Jesse to tie my hands behind my back. He then tied Jesse’s hand tightly behind his back. We glanced at each other stunned at our luck.

Our ankles were bound tightly and were left as he ransacked my apartment. Jesse whispered comforting words to me and my fear heightened. The robber promised we wouldn’t be hurt and after going through all my stuff got ready to leave. He slapped duct tape over our mouths and he was gone. We struggled hard to get free. It was no use we sat there bound, gagged and frustrated.

We positioned ourselves in every possible angle to reach the knots. We moaned through the duct taped that sealed our lips, but only inaudible mmmppphhhss escaped. As we struggled we realized we weren’t going anywhere for a while, and this oddly erotic, our sweaty bound bodies rubbing against each other. I was able to pull my pants down as Jessie’s big hard cock escaped his unbuttoned jeans. We were going to finish what we started. We positioned ourselves and tried desperately to make contact. It was no use, our bound ankles prevented anything else we had in mind. We both began to thrash in frustration. This was not the evening we had in mind.

The End

 

Jason played by Chad

Jesse played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:03/25/2010