Intern's Revenge

25 photos; 3:46 video

Power to the Workers!

Intern played by Vladimir
Bad Boss played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/06/2020

Special Training

24 photos; 5:49 video

Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/06/2020

Strung Up Cop

25 photos; 4:01 video

Muscle Daddy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/06/2019

Group Therapy by Caitiff

31 photos; 4:45 video

It was already almost five and Dr. John Jenni was still waiting for the orderly to bring him his last patient at the Sunnydale Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane. He would be happy to finally be out of here for a nice long vacation. Let the interns deal with the nut cases for a while.

Where was that patient?

John’s rhetorical question was answered when his patient walked in leading the orderly who was bound by a straight jacket. A large leather plug gag, the kind the hospital used for violent patients.

What the hell was going on? Dr. Jenni didn’t have time to wonder. The patient, serial shanghai-er Marcus Head, grabbed his doctor. Before he knew what was going on, he joined the orderly in his own straight jacket, a think plug gag filling his mouth.

“Mmmpphh!”, Both John Jenni and the orderly groaned as Marcus took off their shoes, for whatever reason.

“Shut up, you commies!”, Marcus commanded his captives, “You wont’ stop me from my mission”

Oh great, he was in one of his fantasy worlds, Dr. Jenni thought. But that didn’t change the fact that both men were bound and gagged and in the power of a mad man.

Marcus was trashing Dr. Jenni’s office. He soon found Dr. Jenni’s concealed item that he used for self defense. He wasn't’ supposed to have it on hospital grounds but he felt safer with it near by. Now he didn't’ feel safe at all.

Marcus also produced rope, from where Dr. Jenni had no idea. Quickly Marcus began tying the bare feet of Dr. Jenni, the orderly.

"I need to keep you two quiet and out of the way until I can complete my mission.”, Marcus said as he bound the orderly’s feet together. The think leather of a gag filling their mouths, neither Dr. Jenni nor the Orderly could disagree.

Marcus invented fantasy worlds, Dr. Jenni remembered, in each he developed some reason to take, tie up and gag men who he held hostage for whatever reason. Normally Dr. Jenni would try to talk Marcus down but all that could come out was unintelligible “mmphs”

Marcus left his guests alone for a few minutes. The Orderly and Dr. Jenni took the opportunity to struggle and moan through their gags, hoping that someone would hear them. Unfortunately most of the shift had already left for the week. No one could hear their struggles.

Except Marcus who re-entered the room with even more rope. Where was he getting all this rope from? It was hardly like he could go down to a hardware store to get rope to tie guys up with.

Marcus made both bound men to sit back to back. He then used the rope to tie them both, looping the rope through the straight jackets. Now neither had much ability to move or struggle.

Finally to make matters worse for the two guests, Marcus tore off some electrical tape and taped Dr. Jennie’s and the orderly’s eyes shut.

“Aha! Now you can’t stop me. I need to find the prince of France and take him out of the country, whether he wants to go or not. So long suckers!”

“Mmmm! Mmmmpphhhh!”” Both men yelled as loudly as they could through their gags but it was no use. Marcus was gone to take and tie up some the hapless guy.

Feeling the orderly struggle against his bondage behind him, Dr. Jenni really hoped he wouldn't’ have to sit here tied up all week end. With the gag, he couldn't’ even have a decent conversation.

The End

Dr. John Jenni played by Craig

The Orderly played by JMZ

Marcus Head played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:04/10/2010

Fan Service by Brett

32 photos; 6:06 video

Joe had been on his computer all day e-mailing people back and forth. He had been answering fan mail all day. It was pretty tiring but he enjoyed it. He liked the fact that people were willing to pay money to see him tied up.

He began to boot down his computer when suddenly a demanding voice said "Don't move or turn around Joe." He froze. His heart began to beat faster and faster. What was going on? "Tie this around your mouth" the voice demanded as a white cloth was set on his lap. He did as he was told and then put his hands behind his head.

"Now this." the voice demanded as a roll of duct tape was set on his lap. He stared at it for a bit.   He moaned into the gag and began to tape his mouth up. The intruder behind him spoke again "Now strip pretty boy."

Joe began to take off his clothes. He tried to turn around but the intruder shoved him forward and tied his hands behind his back. He rested his hands on Joe's shoulder. "You like this don't you? I've been watching you on your site for awhile. I just never thought I'd actually get to tie you up myself" he said as he ran his hands all over joe's body. Joe began to scream for help in his gag as the intruder then clamped a big meaty hand over his mouth. "Now none of that now...."

The intruder lay Joe on the ground and began tying him up more. Joe wondered who this was. A crazed fan? It was kind of hot when he thought about it, the fact that a fan was so obsessed with him he'd break into his house to tie him up. It was hot until the intruder began hog tying Joe in many more complicated knots and whispered "We're gonna have some fun tonight and this weekend. I hope you enjoy. I'll be right back with more rope..."

That was when Joe knew it wasn't safe. He had to get out. He squirmed more and more but it was no use. The rope was too tight. He couldn't get out. He moved his mouth around trying to undo the gag but he had tied it too tight on himself. What was going to happen to him? Was he going to keep Joe tied up?

The intruder returned with multiple gags and a camera. He looked at Joe and said "I dunno why you are squirming so much. I thought you were into this. I'll just take some pictures for my own personal and private collection" he said as he began snapping away at Joe as he lay on the ground helpless.

Joe played by Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/08/2013

Hunter and Prey by Sammy

29 photos

His name was Frank and he was the star wrestler for the Blue Devils. He was strong, wiry and had been a billionaire son of privledge. Had been...

I had been watching him for some time and learning his habit because as of several months ago I had decided that he was going to be my prey. Its how I made a very lucrative living. Apparently many incredbly affluent individuals who shall remain nameless paid very good money for tender young men to be their willing or in many ases unwilling sex slaves. Finding them, breaking their spirits and delivering them to their new life was my buisness and buisness was booming.

Frank was your typical jock in all respects: arrogant, cock-sure, pampered and abusive to his college underclassmen. He was always the center of attention and so it was not hard to gather information on him and begin my surveilance. After carefully stalking his actions and movements like a hawk I devised the perfect plan of attack. Every, Friday he spent at a little Irish pub called Lauralen's Pantry. It was one of those disgusting family style places where every patron knows every other. I never liked those places they always smelled of cheap booze, cigarettes and failed aspirations. It was a neighborhood shithole where suburbia natives went to die. I always assumed he was just getting an early start on having the entire world decimate his dreams.

Tonight, he would show up like he always did and the entire damn bar would gather around him like he was the fucking messiah and buy him drinks in payment for his newest tale of daring-do on the college wrestling mats; then he would stagger out the door after a couple of hours jump in the nearest cab and ride off to his dorm for some XXXX.

That was the routine and routine is the first mistake with a guy like me. I watched as he waxed idiotic growing more drunk by the minute and I even spent a little money on a very special drink for him. It was a plain unasumming beer but I had slipped a few potent little pills inside. In the seemingly neverending flow of alchahol the dizzy patrons of this place showered him in he never knew the difference. I watched with anticipation as he guzzled down the sinister pale ale gotten him. He chugged stedily not missing a single drop. Even before he had polished of the mug he was begining to get a little drowsy. I could see his eyelids grow heavy, tiny little beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. I relished as he told a disapointed crowd he would be calling it an early night, and told some lie about having to be up early for a special award only given to the MVP of the wrestling team. A showman like him would never admit to any weakness in front of his drooling fans. Overconfidance was the second mistake he would make. He knew womething was wrong; however he was laboring under the delusion that it could be slept off, how wrong he was.

He slipped out into the streets, but before he could hail a cab I approached. "Need a ride buddy.". I smiled he looked at me but his eyes could not focus on my face however the Blue Devils jeresey I wore he rcognized and instantly he trusted me. He nodded his assent and all but completely fell over trying to lean on me as I walke him to my car. We reached it just before he passed out and he practically poured himself into the backseat and slept. Sweet dreams little shithead.

He awoke the next day to an unfamiliar house. His clothes had been deftly exchanged for his famous wrestling jersey and his hands had been securely lashed together. His first thought was that it was a silly hazing from his fraternity or his wrestling team. In fact he spent a good deal of time chuckling to himself and yelling that he was going to beat his friends ass once they untied him. Of course after getting no response from the walls of the room I could see clearly from my vantage point on the stairs that he was begining to get worried. I quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape, raced downstairs and smeared a long sticky strip of it over his mouth. The big he-man jock boy was about to scream.

It was not until he saw me for the first time that he realized he was not in the house of a friend but a complete stranger. I savoured the fear that welled inside his eyes as the gravity of his current situation set in. "Easy there jock boy. You are worth a great deal of money to me. However I will damage you if I get pissed now just lay there and don't move."

"Mmpphh!", was his response. Maybe he agreed but I was not an idiot. I securely wrapped several coils of rope around his ankles and headed to the kitchen to make a phone call. Now, that I had the merchandise I needed a buyer.

It did not take long to line up a meeting with interested clientale. I always had quality goods. Of course they always wanted see and sample the product beforehand and scheduled a special party at my house for just such an occasion. I would have to fully break the little shithead's spirit make sure he was nice and passive for the festivities.

I hung up the phone went t the living room only to see Frank trying vainly to hop towards the front door. The slapping noise of his bare feet smacking the floor reminded me some of the best parts of breaking a new toy. I watched as he slip and fell somewhere around his second hop and almost died laughing. If he wants to do things the hard way, more fun for me.

 pounced on him as he was getting up. The sight of his tone ass lifting into the air as he struggled to rise was almost too distracting. Plenty of tim for that later. I grabbed a handful of his reddish-brown hair and wrapped my other arm around his neck. He tried to struggle but he could not muster the leverage necessary to use his prize wrestling moves. Not, with the tght ropes that held his arms and feet. I pulled back on his head and neck and sent him spiraling into a heap on the floor. I quickly produced more rope from my pockets and kicked his legs into the air and in one fluid motion bound his ankles and wrists together. Frank layed dazed and sprawling on his back.

"Mmpphhmego.", he tried to scream again through the gag.

I"No, but since you tried to leave I will have to punish you. I slid my belt out of its pants loops struck him across that delicious ass of his. He howled into the gag. "You see I can cause you extreme pleasure or pain. It all depends on you. I will enjoy myself either way."

Frank, looked at me almost on the verge of tears and nodded his acceptance. Well, he was coing around nicely. perhaps a little to soon. Either way best not to get attached. I am a hunter and I enjoy the hunt far more then I enjoy the prey.

Stripped Down

32 photos; 6:02 video

The Victim played by Xavier

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03-13-2010

Two Guards Hog Tied

35 photos; 5:52 video

Security gets grabbed, stripped, and eft bound and gagged in a spare room.

They would have been bette roff taking a sick day.

Guard One played by Rick
Guard Two played by Steve Thompson
Bad Guy played by Mister X
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/11/2019

Who Are You?!

25 photos; 4:17 video

Nick is back and he made a new friend!

BoundGuy played by Nick Armor
Bad Guy played by Vladimir
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Productrion: 12/30/2019

Red Muscle Pig

25 photos; 4:01 video

Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/12/2019

Snatched CEO

22 photos; 6:05 video

Model: Wolfric

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:10/19/2012

The Hardly Boy

36 photos; 4:13 video

“You are reading some kids book!” Matt’s frat brother Jeff sarcastically said. “Like they are for 12 year olds. The Hardy boys – that’s old shit.”

“This is the classic one,” Matt said. “While the Clock Ticked!” “Listen to this….

‘Immediately the Hardy boys tried to free themselves from the ropes. The clock struck two. They had only an hour, and the old madman and his companions might return at any moment. They were stifled by the gags. The ropes chafed their wrists and ankles. Silently they struggled. Frank had a edge in his pocket. If he could only reach it there was a chance that he might cut through his bonds. His hands were bound behind his back. He extended his fingers, groping for his hip pocket. Joe, on his part, was trying to loosen the ropes about his wrists but they had been tightly and expertly tied.’”

“Think of it - helpless, your hands bound with rope so tight that it is chaffing your wrists, gagged, struggling – your heart pounding – trying to get to the edge – escape – before – POFF! The device blows your tied body to smithereens.”

“If that turns you on,” Jeff replied.

“Yeah. To be tied up and have to escape – or --- Yoo man, I want to try this.”

“You want me to tie you up?”

“Yeah, and take some pictures too!”

Matt dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his back like he was being XXXX. “Make it real and make it tight!”

“Ok, I’ll tie you up. Turn around.” Jeff got some rope and began to take pictures. “Now turn around and put your arms behind your back.”

Matt turned around and Jeff soon had his wrists and arms tight in rope. “Hey, you seem to know how to do this” Matt observed. “Oh yeah,” Jeff said. “I like binding and gagging dudes and maybe even torturing them!”

“Torturing????’ Matt’s words were silenced by a knotted bandanna shoved between his teeth and tied around his head. Jeff continued applying rope to Matt’s feet and legs as the 21 year old was having second thoughts and beginning to mpff his objections to Jeff’s binding him. “Hey, this was your idea – real and tight Mr. Frank Hardy. Oh yeah, I read that book too!”

“What are you going to do to me? a now terrified Matt mpiffed, his heart racing in his chest. “Tape that fucking trap of your closed!” The tape over the gag silenced him.

“Now, let’s play Hardy boys. I’m the bad guy, you are the good guy,” Jeff taunted as he hogtied the struggling man. “There! And now the fun begins!”

Matt just looked helplessly as his roommate as he looked at his watch. “Ever see the movie HOSTEL?” Matt gulped.  “Let’s just say – we – you have 30 minutes, or….”

Jeff let out a sinister laugh. Matt looked terrified as he began to squirm and struggle while the clock ticked.

The End.

Model: Matt

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/08/2008

Red Hat Dude by Kurt

24 photos

Adam loved his red trucker hat.  It was his lucky hat, or so he thought.  But as he sat in his living room, tightly bound and tape gagged, he realized his luck had run its course.  He'd been on his way out when the doorbell rang.

"Damn Jehovah's Witnesses!" he had mumbled to himself as he opened the door, a surly snarl fixed on his face.

But the two tall strangers in the doorway were not there to convert him from his evil ways. They bum-rushed him, one of them clamping a beefy hand over his mouth while the other pinned his arms to his sides.  Taken down in a flying, unexpected tackle, Adam grunted in vain as his hands were pulled behind his back and roped, a heavy knee pressing down into his back, while the other thug plastered strips of wide duct tape over his mouth.

Within seconds, his knees and ankles were also bound, and he lay there completely incapacitated.  His jaunty red cap still sat on his head despite the manhandling, and he grunted through his tape gag as the two intruders disappeared into the kitchen.  Adam's mind was still stunned by the sudden attack.  What the hell was going on?  He heard some crashing sounds coming from the kitchen, but he was too afraid to try and find out what was happening.

Then he heard a voice.

"Dammit!  This is the wrong house!"

"You dyslexic asshole...did you reverse the numbers again?  If this gets back to headquarters, we'll be back pounding a beat!!"

"Shit, what about the kid?"

"Shut up, moron, he doesn't know we're cops.  Let's just slip out through here."

Adam heard the kitchen door open and swing shut.  He struggled to get to his feet, and began hopping towards the kitchen. 

His red cap lay on the floor, no longer lucky.

The End

Adam played by Hal

Photography by Caitiff

Party Dressed by Soft Touch

27 photos; 6:56 video

             “So Greco, what do you want me to wear to this party?”  Kevin had come upstairs like Greco told him and looked inside the closet, but he couldn't see anything that looked like party clothes.  Then he saw his friend Greco standing in the doorway.
            “You see those ropes in the bottom of the closet?” Greco chuckled.  “That’s what you're going to be wearing Party Guy.”
            Ropes…!  Kevin didn't want to wear any ropes!  “Hey Greco, you're kidding me, right?” Kevin asked hopefully.
            Suddenly Greco was standing right behind Kevin and breathing into his ear.  “Not exactly,” Greco said quietly even as one of his strong arms pulled the slight Kevin’s body back against him and his other arm circled around the trusting house guest and his hand began moving a folded pad of damp cloth toward Kevin’s face.
            “Hey!  What gives?” a surprised Kevin squeaked.  Then his nose twitched as he got his first whiff of the sweet stuff on the cloth.  “Oh no, that thing stinks!  Keep it away from me!”
            But the beefy Greco just laughed as his arms tightened around the wiggling Kevin and his hand began to press the dampened folds of cloth over his young friend’s nose and mouth.  Kevin wiggled even more inside Greco’s strong arms and he tried to twist his face away from the XXXX cloth while he begged “No, please Greco, I don't like the smell of that thing!” and he tried to pull the XXXX cloth off of his face.
            Then Kevin had to take a breath and strangely sweet fumes began rushing into his head.  All of a sudden Kevin felt like he had drank six whiskey sours and his head started to spin.  A moan escaped from Kevin’s mouth and then he gasped into the muffling cloth “What're you doing to me?”
            “Just helping you to relax, Pretty Kevin,” Greco whispered into Kevin’s ear.  “You know how frisky you get sometimes.”
            Kevin mumbled into the muffling cloth that he didn't want to relax, but whatever was on that cloth was working very quickly.  First Kevin felt his arms go numb and then his hands fell away from the cloth.  And then his legs began to feel all rubbery and his vision began to get all foggy.  And then he felt his body sinking down onto the floor and all Kevin wanted to do was to just curl up and go to XXXX.
            Greco gently lowered the groggy Kevin down onto the floor.  He didn't want to bruise the merchandise.  Then he lifted the cloth off of Kevin’s face.  He didn't want to put him to XXXX just yet.  He just wanted to put him into a nice twilight world so that he wouldn't make a fuss.  For over a month street-angel Kevin had been living rent-free and happily eating up all of Greco’s groceries and tonight he was finally going to pay the bill.

            Kevin felt like he was in some kind of strange dream that he couldn't wake up from.  He could feel Greco’s hands on his body and he was dimly aware that his clothes were being taken off, but all of that felt like it was far away and Kevin was feeling too weak to even try to stop it from happening to him.
            Greco worked quickly as he stripped Kevin down to just his birthday suit and then plastered a couple of strips over heavy-duty tape over Kevin’s lips so that he couldn't complain too loudly about what Greco was doing to him. Then Greco began to enjoy himself as he used his selection of ropes to bind and restrain Kevin in an artful way to highlight each of the street-angel’s many charms.
            Then Greco took Kevin into his strong arms.  “Come on Kevin, open your eyes now.  I only gave you a little of my XXXX juice.”
            At first Kevin didn't want to open his eyes.  He didn't want this nightmare to be really happening to him.  Then he opened his eyes just a little and saw Greco’s face smiling down at him.  And then Kevin saw that he was completely naked and that there were ropes all over him!  Kevin began to huff behind his taped-over lips and to struggle against all of the ropes.
            “None of that!”  Greco said sharply and yanked on Kevin’s hair to get his attention.  “Either you behave or I'll get my strap!”
            Kevin was shocked.  Greco had never hurt him before, but now Kevin could see it in the older man’s eyes.  He wanted to hurt Kevin now.  So Kevin relaxed into Greco’s arms and sighed through his nose in surrender.  “That’s better.  A lot of people are waiting to see you tonight and I want you to be a good little star and make them all happy.” Greco petted Kevin’s soft hair.
            Kevin moaned behind his sealed lips.  He was so confused.  What did these people want him to do?  Then, as if he was reading Kevin’s thoughts, Greco began to explain.
            “Now some of these people are the fun type who will want to play with lots of fruit and whipped cream.  But then there are some who are kind of naughty.  They will probably want to use some hot wax and clothespins on you, but I won't let them hurt you too much.  And then the rest will probably want to see just what a nice street-angel you can be and we both know that you like doing that.”
            Oh no!  This was impossible!  Kevin had to get out of here!  So he strained and struggled against the binding ropes and rolled all around on the floor while Greco laughed at his pitiful struggles.  But the ropes wouldn't let him go.  They just kept pulling on him and teasing him in certain places until Kevin was showing Greco just how horny he was.
            “That’s right, have you're little fun now.  I think my friends are going to love you to pieces.  Now come on,” Greco took debutante Kevin by his hair and lifted him up from the floor.  "I'm going to take you out to the car now.  And don't worry, once I get you folded up right, there will be plenty of room for you in the trunk.”
            Shocked beyond any further resistance, Kevin let Greco put him over his shoulders and didn't even whimper as Greco carried him out the door.  But one little tear did run down Kevin’s cheek as he was taken away to become Greco's newest star.

Kevin played by Patrick
Greco played by John
Photography byCaitiff

Straight Guy, Black Shorts

20 photos; 5:01 video

Straight gUY PLAYED BY Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 0/13/2019

Gagged and Rubbed

20 photos; 9:30 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 10/16/2019

Missing the Big Game

20 photos; 4:35 video

Model: Hudson
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06./13/2019

Gift Wrapped by Caitiff

31 photos; 5:14 video

It was Christmas Eve and all though the house,

Tony was busy decorating as demanded by his spouse

“I’m going out shopping so don't’ dare be lazy.”

“All the decorations up or on your ass, I’ll go crazy!”

So Tony got out the tinsel, the ornaments, the glass balls.

He was so intent on his work, he didn’t see the masked guy down the hall.

The burglar surprised Tony as he wasn't here for fun.

“Don't’ make a move!” He said as Tony fought t he urge to run.

“I don’t any trouble.” Tony did plead.

“Then shut the fuck up and do what I need!”

So Tony was wrapped in tape green and red.

And a cleave gag was shoved so nothing could be said.

Tony’s hands were taped tight with red tape.

And more green was wrapped around Tony’s hunky shape.

“Mpph!” Grunted Tony, this tape sure is tight he thought.

And he moaned some more as the burglar took all the gifts he had bought.

Tony’s legs were then tied with red and green straps

Including his toes with green tape that held fast.

Tony struggled, he rolled and he moaned.

This guy was stealing everything Tony owned.

Tony was helpless so tightly was he gagged tied.

And then the Burglar stood over his hostage, his expression snide.

“I’ve got you bound and gagged, but those moans got me hot!”

“You’re cuter then most guys I put in a knot!”

Tony thought this guy was making a pass.

Then he was sure when the guy patted his exposed ass!

“Too bad I have so little time” The Burglar sighed.

So he decided to write on Tony while he was tied!

“If I could take you with me, believe me I would!”

“Because that ass of yours gives me serious wood”

“But there’s always another time to scratch that itch.

“Maybe next year you can be my bitch!”

And so Tony was left alone, taped tightly into a little ball.

With “Merry XXXmass on his ass in scrawl.

Tony played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/22/2009

Don't Fight It

20 photos; 5:08 video

Bound Guy played by JMZ
Bad Guy played by Craig
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 04/17/2011

Recalcitrent by Fidelis

22 photos

Sam groaned as he got out of his truck. Oh Lord, his muscles were stiff. It had been years since he had been on a horse, but the site that he was investigating was inaccessible even to Jeeps and SUVs, which may have been why it hadn’t been plundered. The only way to get up there had been on horseback, but it had been worth it. He now had incontrovertible proof that this was a major archaeological site. This was one piece of park land that wasn’t going to be torn apart by oil and gas drilling. He grinned to himself as he thought of the dismay that would be felt by a certain very highly placed government official when he found out that his cronies in the energy industry would be denied the opportunity to swell their coffers even more.
Sam looked at his watch. He had just enough time to have a nice hot bath to soothe his aching muscles and to get into clean clothes before the meeting at the university. He had found the needed proof just in time. The decision as to whether or not the drilling would be allowed to go ahead would be made in just a couple of days. They had to make a game plan. Apart from the historical significance of his find, Sam took great satisfaction in the thought that this would be a poke in the eye for that bastard, Larsen. Sam knew that Larsen had been the only one in the department who had opposed his appointment. They couldn’t agree on anything, and Sam had some serious doubts about Larsen’s professional integrity. However, that could all wait. First, he was going to get his precious pictures and sketches into a safe place, then a nice hot bath and then….."MMMMPHHHHH"
Sam’s musings were cut short as a masked figure lunged out of the shadows and grabbed him, slamming up against the side of the truck. Before he could cry out, a gloved hand was pressed over his mouth. "Don’t you make a noise, and you’ll be just fine. Hank, you have the rope ready? " Sam grunted in pain as his right arm was twisted behind him. OUCH. That hurt! Who were these guys, and what did they want? Sam tried to break from the man who was holding him, and was rewarded by having his arm pulled up until he thought that his shoulder would pop out its socket. Sick with pain, he was helpless to resist as his arms were pulled behind him, and his wrists were tied together.
The hand was removed from his mouth. "What the fuck do you think you’re…MMMMPHHH!" Sam’s outburst was cut short as a red bandanna was shoved between his teeth. He gasped as it was pulled cruelly tight, cutting into the corners of his mouth, before it was knotted at the back of his head.
"MMMGGGMMWANT?"
  "You just keep quiet, and start walking. Don’t try anything funny, or…SHIT! Catch him!" Sam took off as fast as he could. He didn’t know what these guys were up to, or what they wanted, but it really seemed like a good idea to get out of here. If he could only reach the road, there might be someone driving by, or one of his neighbours might be out front. Even with the element of surprise, Sam didn’t get far. His muscles were tired and sore from the unaccustomed horse riding. He hadn’t taken more than a few steps before he was tackled, and brought to the ground.
  "So you think that you’re a smart guy, do you? We’ll see about that. You won’t be rushing off anywhere soon. Hank, give me some more of that rope. I’m gonna make sure that this guy doesn’t take any more running starts."
There was nothing that Sam could do, with this big guy sitting on top of him. He could only squirm helplessly as rope was wound around his waist, pinning his hands his hands to his back, and then it was passed between his thighs. Oh my, that hurt. He grunted as the man tying him up pulled tight on the rope, squeezing his balls. He was dragged to his feet, and with something hard shoved into his back, he was prodded forward, into the house.
  Sam moaned through his gag with every step that he took. The rope between his thighs was uncomfortably tight, rubbing against his groin in a most unpleasant manner. The two men who had captured him marched him into the house, and into his bedroom. He was shoved down on the side of his bed. "Let’s make sure that you don’t go wandering while we search this place. No more stupid moves like the one in the garage, or you’ll regret it, smart guy." Sam was hurting too much to put up any resistance as his ankles were bound together. He winced as he felt the ropes cutting through his boots, pressing into his ankles. He grunted as his feet were swung up on the bed. Oww, these ropes really hurt! "Now you just lie there like a good boy, and have a nice rest. We know that you’ve had a long day, professor, and we don’t want you getting all tuckered out. It might hurt all those brains of yours. Ha ha ha."
Left alone, Sam began struggling. This wasn’t some random robbery. These guys knew who he was, and what he had been doing today. He listened to the sound of furniture being overturned, of objects being smashed. NO!!!! That had to have been his cabinet full of ancient Ananavihopi pottery.
  Those bastards! He had to get out of here. These scum must be looking for the notes and pictures that he had been taking over the past couple of weeks. The pictures, maps and sketches from today where still in the truck, shoved under the front seat, but his other notes….they mustn’t get those! Sam twisted and strained, fighting the ropes that bound him. Damn, this was like some kind of torture. Every time he moved, the ropes in between his legs dug into his groin. He tried to ignore the discomfort; he had to get free before they found all of his notes. He had them hidden in a secure place – he had walked in one day to find Lars Larsen poking through his study, claiming that the door to the house had been wide open. If he could only get free…or call for help. The phone was on the table across the room. Sam began to maneuver his body towards the edge of the bed. He rubbed his head against the bedspread, trying to loosen the gag. If he could manage to get his mouth free, and get to the phone, he could call 911. Darn, this gag was tight. He tried using his tongue to push out the bandanna, but it was pulled so tight that he could feel his cheeks bulging over it. He was getting closer to the edge though, so he was making some progress. Just a few more minutes and….
"You going somewhere, professor? I don’t think so. You really are determined to get away, aren’t you? Or should I say, bound and determined? Ha ha ha, I made a joke, prof. Why aren’t you laughing? I guess you university types don’t have any sense of humour. But let’s make sure that you stay put."
  "MMMNOOOMMOUCH!!!!! "
"Gee, isn’t that tight enough for you? I’ll have to see what I can do about that."
Sam whimpered as he was flipped onto his stomach. His aching muscles screamed as rope was attached to his ankles, and then his legs were pulled up. The additional length of rope was attached to his already bound wrists.
"Now, why don’t we make the city dude look like a real cowboy? Your nice hat has fallen off, let me put it back on for you. There, that’s much better. You can pretend that you’re playing cowboys and Indians now. Or do you want to be a cowboy AND an Indian? Don’t worry, when we’re finished here, those ruins will be history so I guess the both the cowboys and the Indians will lose out. . Ha ha ha. History, do you get it, prof? It will be history! Jeez, you are a real sourpuss, aren’t you? I thought that was pretty funny. But..back to work. And don’t worry, we’ll be back for you. We have to keep you on ice for a couple of days."

 Sam’s blood was boiling. These two yahoos weren’t going to get away with this. They must be in the pay of IRYX Corporation. He knew that the company wasn’t known for its ethical behaviour, but this was too much. Sam redoubled his efforts to get free, ignoring the pain that tore through his body. He was drenched in sweat; he could feel it running down his wrists. Hmm, the rope didn’t seem to be quite so tight now. Sam flexed his wrists, conscious of the fact that the two hoods must be running out of places to look. Unless they took a sledgehammer to his big antique desk, they wouldn’t find his preliminary notes, but he had to protect the notes in the truck. IRYX Corp must be desperate if they had hired these idiots. They knew what he had been up today, but they hadn’t searched his truck. At least not yet. YES!!! The ropes around his wrists were looser…..they were starting to slide off. Once his hands were free, it took Sam only a couple of minutes to undo the rest of the ropes. His numb and swollen fingers had trouble undoing the knots, but fear gave him speed. There, the last knot was undone. As Sam tottered to his feet, he heard the sounds of the search stop. He heard heavy footsteps approaching. He had to get out of here now! As the door to the bedroom opened, Sam heaved open the window and tumbled out. He took off across the yard, staggering towards the road. He heard a yell of outrage behind him, but it was too late. He was free, and a priceless piece of history would be saved.

Sam played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff

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Model: Uriah
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 04/19/2011

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Prisoner played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff







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20 photos; 2:32 video

Model: Vladimor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/23/2019

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26 photos; 6:20 video

Bound Executive played by Ron Jeffries
Bound Junior Executive played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/04/2019