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You've Been Benched by Soft Touch

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            “Hello Blake.”
            Referee Blake had been busy looking for his silver whistle so he was surprised to see two strange men in his private locker room. Both of them were really big men like ex-football players or something. One of them had his hair cut in a severe crew-cut and the other had a big gold tooth in his smile.
            “Is there something I can do for you?” Referee Blake asked politely.
            “Yea,” Crew Cut drawled. We sent you a letter, but I guess we forgot to stamp it.”
            “You were told that the Marmadots were supposed to lose,” Gold Tooth moved closer to Blake.
            “But you just kept on handing out them red cards and benching our Tweelers until they lost,” Crew Cut drawled as he moved around behind Blake.
            “Listen, this locker room is private. If you have any questions about any calls I’ve made, you need to take those up with the main office,” Blake explained nervously as he tried to keep his eyes on both of the big men.
            “No, we’re taking it up with you!” Crew Cut growled as he suddenly pinned both of Blake’s arms behind his back.
            “Take your hands off of me! I’ll call security!”
            “Go ahead and call,” Gold Tooth smiled as he moved close to Blake’s chest. “Call as loud as you like.”
            Blake opened his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he did Gold Tooth mashed a damp cloth over his face and, as soon as Blake took a deep breath to yell, all sorts of sweet numbing fumes rushed into his nose and mouth.
            The next thing Blake knew he was being propelled toward the door by the two big men. He tried to struggle and he tried to tell them to stop, but those sweet fumes kept filling up his head until he felt as light as a balloon.
            When Blake’s vision cleared again, he was sitting in the back seat of somebody’s car and being wedged in by Crew Cut and Gold Tooth sitting on either side of him. Part of his brain was trying to protest that this couldn’t be happening to him while the rest of his brain was trying to tell him that now his hands had been tied together in front of him, his mouth had been stuffed full of cloth, and now Crew Cut was holding his mouth shut while a smiling Gold Tooth was plastering strips of adhesive tape all over his mouth and chin and cloth-bulged cheeks.
            “What are you doing to me?” Blake tried to ask, but all he could make was a frightened moan way back in his throat.
            “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Crew Cut growled at him.
            Then that damp cloth was being held over Blake’s nose again and he had no choice but to breathe more and more of the dizzying sweet fumes until –
            The next thing Blake knew he was awake, but he couldn’t see because more of that adhesive tape had been plastered over his eyes. And he was being pulled along by his tied hands and walking, but he couldn’t see where he was going. Then he heard a door open and a door close and he guessed that he was now inside of someplace, but inside of someplace where?
            “Please let me go,” Blake moaned behind his taped-over lips.
            “Sounds like some kind of sick cow,” Gold Tooth laughed.
            “Yea, maybe the Boss will let us milk him later,” Crew Cut taunted.
            Then they pushed Blake’s body down on the hard floor and they were none too gentle as they tied his wrists to his crossed ankles.
            “Okay Referee Blake, you just sit right there while we make a phone call.”
            Blake listened to their heavy footsteps going away from him and he waited until he was pretty sure that he was alone. Then he began twisting his wrists against the harsh ropes and he tried to pull his hands free from his ankles, but the ropes still held him tight until he heard those heavy footsteps coming back toward him.

            “So what did the Boss say?” Blake heard Gold Tooth say. “Can we start milking him now?”
            “No the Boss is coming over. He wants to handle Referee Blake personally. That’s not good news for you Blake. The Boss must be really pissed at you.”
            Suddenly a searing pain ripped across Blake’s forehead and eyelids as the tape was pulled off of his eyes. Then he blinked his tears away and looked up to see the smiling Crew Cut and Gold Tooth standing over him.
            “Maybe you won’t be able to hand out your little red cards so easy if the Boss breaks both your arms,” Gold Tooth sneered down at him.
            “Or maybe he’ll break your jaw so you won’t find it so easy to go blowing your silver whistle when we don’t want you to,” Crew Cut smiled like he was enjoying that thought.
            “Yea, but if it was me, I’d break both your legs so you couldn’t do no running around at all,” Gold Tooth sounded really enthusiastic about that idea.
            “Maybe, but we’ll let the Boss decode all that. Right now Blake you’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to stay quiet. Any trouble from you and I promise we’ll hit you with something a lot harder than a red card.”
            Cold fear ran down Blake’s back and made his whole body shiver as he realized that he was now in the hands of two or three maniacs. He had to get out of here!
            Blake strained and struggled and fell all over the floor. Each time he fell, he would freeze and listen for the sound of the two big bruisers coming back. Then he had to admit that there was no way he was going to get free of these ropes by himself. He had to have help.
            Blake struggled back up onto his knees. Then he held his tied hands out in front of him as far as he could. And then he leaned his body forward and dragged his knees up to where his hands were. Then he started the slow painful process all over again. It hurt and he knew that he looked like some kind of ridiculous frog, but it was the only way he could think of to get out of here as he inched his body closer and closer to an unguarded door.
            Finally he reached the door. Then he had to undergo another painful process of rubbing his taped mouth up against the door knob until he finally got it to turn enough to release the door. Then he nosed the door open with his nose and—
            Suddenly there was a loud cheer and a burst of laughter coming from the other room where it sounded like Crew Cut and Gold Tooth were enjoying the game.
            Blake didn’t want any more to do with them so he slipped through the open door. Then he frog-hopped and frog-hopped away.

THE END

Blake played by Johhny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/27/2005
Going No Where

31 photos; 4:10 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/03/2013
Sweating It Out by TBBM

25 photos; 3:43 video

Officer Bill was not having the best of days. His morning started with divorce papers being handed to him while his landlord once again reminded him that he was overdue on the rent and on top of that, his hopes for a day off when the station called in and requested he do a day shift as they were a man down at the start.

Bill got into his police officer uniform and managed to get a coffee in before driving to work. On his way to work, he saw two men, dressed in balaclavas robbing an electrical goods store and while Bill was hoping for a quiet day on the job, he had a feeling he knew the two robbers in question and decided to tail them to a warehouse while alerting the station about the manager who needed some assistance.

It didn't take Bill long to find the warehouse in question and he thought he was more than prepared to nail the robbers as he went inside without backup.

Bill went down a corridor and he could see one of the robbers on the phone, unmasked gloating to his boss about their sweep. He had him there and then and better yet, Bill's hunch about who the robber was point.

"Freeze," Bill shouted, startling the robber who slowly raised his hands in surrender.

"What can I do for you, Officer?" the robber asked, his tone flippant as the sight of being caught with the stolen electrical goods.

"You can explain how you're in possession of those items right there," Bill said, coming closer towards the man.

"Just looking after them for a friend," the robber smiled and it was then that something dawned on Bill. He had been chasing two men. Only one of them was standing there with the goods, bold as brass and seemingly unfazed by a police officer about to arrest him.

"Your friend, where is he?" Bill asked and it was then that the second robber appeared.

"Right here, Officer," the second robber, also unmasked smiled as he managed to XXXX out Bill with one swift punch.

As Bill fell XXXX to the ground, the robbers took the police officer's XXXX and handcuffs.

"You took your time," the first robber said to the second one. "Another minute and I would've been booked."

"I had to make you sweat a bit," the second robber smiled, before looking at the stolen goods again. "You get back to stock taking, I'll take care of Officer Handsome here."

"Handsome?"

"Eh, I'd do him, even if he is a cop," the second one said as he picked Bill up and threw the police officer over his shoulders.

"What are you gonna do with him?" the first robber asked, a little nervous.

"Well, not that for a start," the second robber said, "I'll just keep him out of the way for a bit. This place is big enough to store him somewhere he can't get in our way for a while. I'll get rid of the cop car as well."

It would be an hour before Bill would regain consciousness. In that hour, the second robber had tied him up tight, gagged him and locked Bill in a storeroom no-one was using while also getting rid of the cop car a good few miles away from the warehouse itself, making sure he was disguised and didn't leave any fingerprints before finding another means of transportation to get back to the warehouse.

While the second robber was gone, the first one concentrated on the stock, making sure everything they stole was working and then marking up some prices in which they could be sold elsewhere. He was a tiny bit concerned for the police officer they were keeping tied up so he went to check on him once his stock take had been completed.

When Bill had finally managed to regain consciousness again, he realised to his XXXX that he had been bound and gagged, locked away inside the storeroom with no means to escape. He thrashed around his restraints in an effort to try and free himself but it was to no avail. He tried making as much noise as possible in the hopes that maybe the robbers had fled and perhaps someone on the outside would hear him, come inside and untie him. That too was for nothing.

At one point he managed to get to his feet and try the handle of the door but the door was locked tight and when it suddenly opened, Bill fell down to the ground once as the first robber was now standing over him.

"You really shouldn't have followed us, Bill," the first robber smiled, knowing that Bill was a little perturbed by the robber knowing his name. "If you hadn't, you wouldn't be where you are now."

Bill muffled something that sounded like a harsh expletive in an effort to sound tough and defiant but given that he was bound and gagged, he ended up sounding helpless and pathetic instead. The first robber even laughed at him in response.

"I was going to remove that gag and let you have something to drink, seeing as it's such a hot day, Bill," the first robber said, emphasizing the captive cop's name to annoy him even more. "But I think you can sweat it out here for a while longer until you can learn some manners. Try not to make too much noise."

Bill tried to beg with his gag that he'd behave and that he wanted something to drink but it was of no use. The first robber closed the storeroom door, locking it tight once again and for the next while, Bill, dripping with sweat would be left in that storeroom to struggle, moan and regret going into work that morning.

It would be another day before an actual janitor would come to clean up the place and let Bill out of the room. By that time, both robbers had left the building with the stolen goods but they left Bill a note, telling him that they hoped to meet him again in the near future.

Bill cursed under his breath while also looking over his shoulder in case his former captors decided to live up to their threat.

---- The End ----

Cop played by Bill
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/02/2019
Playing Around

20 photos; 4:56 video

BoundGuy played by Rick
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 06/26/2019
Don't Gag Me Bro!

30 photos; 4:09 video

BoundGuy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/24/2019
Jake's Wake Up Call by Kurt

25 photos; 7:18 video

Jake was still a little stunned. Fifteen minutes ago, he'd been having a nice afternoon XXXX, and now he was sitting up on his bed, staring at a stranger who was pointing a XXXX at him. He'd been having a great dream when he had started to feel something odd. A strange feeling of constriction had wrenched him out of his dream, and as he struggled to wake up, he slowly realized his hands were pinned behind his back. He struggled to jerk himself upright, and glancing down at his chest he saw bands of bright red rope tied tightly around his upper body. He tried to pull his hands forward but realized that they were securely webbed behind his back. As his eyes focused, he saw the strange figure sitting in a chair facing him.

"What the...who are you?" Jake demanded.
"No noise," the stranger answered calmly.
"What do you mean, no noise? Get the hell out of my place!" Jake barked.

The stranger let out a soft sigh and reached into a backpack that stood on the floor. Jake's eyes widened as he saw him pull out a large roll of red duct tape, the exact same color as the ropes that bound him.

The stranger stood and approached him. Jake tried his best to shrink away, but with his upper body tied, his balance was off. The stranger, who was tall and strong looking, pinned Jake down with one forearm while tearing off a strip of the tape.

"No! Ple....mmpppphhh!"

Jake's plea was cut off by the strip of tape plastered over his mouth. He moaned as another strip was laid over the first, then another, gripping his jaw and face in its firm grasp.

"I said 'No noise'", the stranger said calmly. He turned and grasped Jake's jeans- covered legs in his large hands and began to tie them together with the tape. As the tape grew tighter and tighter on his legs, Jake realized that he was helpless.

"That should hold you for a while", the stranger said, rising from the bed. Jake watched in amazement as he left the bedroom. As soon as he left, Jake began struggling against his bonds. The ropes were tight, and his legs were wrapped in the cocoon of tape. Grunting and moaning, Jake began to sweat as he struggled, not making any progress at all.

After about 10 minutes, the bedroom door opened. The stranger stepped into the room and looked down at his bound and gagged captive. Jake grunted defiantly at his captor,

but this only seemed to amuse him. A sly smile came onto his face, sending chills down Jake's spine.

"You know, you look pretty damn cute trussed up and gagged like that", the stranger said. "Cute feet, too."

Feet? What the hell....? Jake cringed as the burly stranger reached down and grabbed at his exposed bare feet. He bucked as the first sensation of tickling shot through his soles as the stranger pawed them playfully. The last thing he wanted to do was laugh in this situation, but the excruciating tingles that raged through his body gave him no choice. With his mouth tightly gagged, his laughing and protesting merged together into an unintelligible sound. Twisting and turning, Jake was helpless as the captor tormented him. It was one thing to be robbed, tied up and gagged, but this personal contact was humiliating and infuriating. Jake moaned as loudly as he could, but he knew how thick the brick walls of his loft were, and that no one would hear him even if he wasn't gagged.

Jake gasped, trying to catch his breath as the vicious tickle attack suddenly stopped. But his relief was short-lived as the stranger's hand gripped his swollen package.

Jake closed his eyes and whimpered. The first thing he'd do once he was untied was get those old locks replaced!

The End

Jake played by JMZ
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/13/2010
After Work by JMZ

23 photos; 3:50 video

I was in real trouble. I needed to find a way to get out of this mess. I’ve worked all these years to build up my business and in an instant it was all going to be taken away. I knew I had taken a few liberties with my tax returns, but I was assured that it would all be okay. Then the letter arrived from the IRS stating I was going to audited.

I met with the agent and my world began to fall apart. He tediously went over every receipt and log to find any discrepancies. He was rude and condescending, but I figured I would still give him the benefit of the doubt. Halfway through the meeting he mentioned he would need to come back the next day to finish up. He also mentioned to enjoy my house now because it wouldn’t be mine for long. I was terrified. I begged him to please cut me a break; I would do whatever it took to fix everything I may have taken liberties with. He chuckled at me and told me he would be back tomorrow.

I stayed up all night wondering what was going to happen. I could loose everything. In my panicked state I decided to take action. I figured if I could just talk to the auditor and explain my side of things he would listen and have sympathy for me. The trouble was he had been so rude and unrelenting. I just needed to get him to listen. In my panicked state I decided I would need to take extreme measures.

He XXXX on the door around one in the afternoon. I stood behind it and yelled out for him to come in. He walked in and jumped on him. I covered his face with a XXXX drenched rag. The shock of what was happening to him caused him to fight me hard. He elbowed me in the gut but I wasn’t letting go. He screamed loudly through the rag but his screams quickly turned to whimpers and he was out.

What had I done? I just XXXXed a government agent and now I was in real trouble. I decided that the audit was now the least of my problems. I was going to lose everything and now I was going to go to prison. My plan needed to change quickly. I dragged him through the house and tied him up. I tied his arms tightly to his body and subdued his hand tightly behind his back. I removed his shoes and laid him in the basement. I went upstairs and paced frantically. I decided I needed to get out of this and I would need help. I called my best friend and told him the story, after a long silence he was on his way.

After some thought we decided to kill two birds with one stone, we would stage a robbery. We loaded all my valuables into his car, if I was going to lose my house I wasn’t going to let the IRS take my valuables as well. We heard his screams from the basement and we hatched part two of the plan. He tied my hands behind my back tight and taped my mouth shut. I mmppphhed at him to put on the ski mask and he lead me to the basement. The agent was wide awake and struggling to break free.

The sight of me also tied with taped over my mouth surprised him. “What the hell is going on”, he screamed. “You two just need to be out of the way while I do a little shopping upstairs boys”, my friend yelled. “Mr. Jimenez are you okay”, he asked? I nodded and mmmppphhhed to him. “ I don’t need you two trying to help each other, I think I’ll take you with me, you need to show me where you keep the good stuff my friend”, Joey said giving a an academy award winning performance. “Don’t hurt us, you son of bmmmmmpppphhh”, he screamed as Joey slapped duct tape across his lips. He mmpphhed and struggled as his ankles and knees were roped. He stood and tried to hop away as I mmppphhed and struggled in unison. Joey pushed him to the mattress and tied his feet with more rope. Next Joey grabbed me and began to lead me back upstairs. The agent jerked and struggled as the door was closed behind us. Once upstairs I was untied and tape ripped off my mouth. We sat and began to brainstorm about what to do next.

To be Continued

The Agent played by Mike
The Attacker played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/19/2009
Guard Duty by Fidelis

28 photos

Guard Duty
by Fidelis

"GGGLLMMPHH!!! GGMPPHATCHAMDOING? MMMHEEELPP!"
"What’s the matter, soldier boy? Cat got your tongue? Ha ha ha, I like that one. Don’t you think it’s funny?"
"MMMPHHHH! GGGMMUUUCRAZYMFUCKR!"
Damn, Zeke thought. He knew that he shouldn’t have had that little XXXX, but nothing had happened the previous times when he had enjoyed a little snooze while on duty. The endless pacing back and forth guarding this supposedly top secret site got really, really boring after a while. Looking at trees all day long wasn’t much fun, and he never saw a single soul come or go from the facility. He had been here for a month, and so far as he knew there hadn’t been a single visitor. He had got into the habit of snatching a little shut-eye from time to time, and no one had caught him, until now. He had been rudely awakened from a very pleasant dream by a XXXX being shoved into his face. A guy dressed in black, with a black ski mask over his face held the XXXX. He had a couple of companions with him, laden with lethal looking hardware. It had them just a minute to truss Zeke up, making him look like a big sausage. Zeke had attempted to tell them that was against only regulations, but they had just laughed, and one of them had taken a bandanna from his pocket, tied a big knot in it, and shoved it into Zeke’s protesting mouth. Then the bastard had tied it really tight, until Zeke felt his cheeks bulging over the strip of cloth.
"GMMMCANTMMDOMTHIS!"
"You bet I can, soldier boy. You snooze, you lose. Ha ha ha, I like that one. Don’t you think it’s funny? By the way, why don’t you take another snooze, since you’re so fond of XXXXping? We’ve got some business to conduct here."
"MOOMMMPHHHH!"

Zeke lay on the dirty old concrete, whimpering into his gag. Being pushed down like that had hurt a lot, especially since he was all trussed up. Zeke didn’t want to take another XXXX. XXXXping had got him into this situation in the first place. He had to get free and get back to the base, and get help. The bad guys were undoubtedly romping around the top-secret site, causing mischief. It was Zeke’s patriotic duty to get free and perhaps save his country. Hmm, yes, he would be a hero! The President would pin a medal on him, and he would make him Mom so happy. That is, if no one found out about the XXXXs. Fueled by dreams of fame and fortune, Zeke began struggling against the ropes. Gee, he thought, those guys were really good with the knots. He wasn’t making any headway in getting his hands loose. Perhaps he should try to untie his feet, and then he could run for help.
After what seemed like hours, Zeke yelled through his gag in frustration. He thought that he had dislocated his shoulder in his efforts to reach the rope around his feet, and he was soaked with sweat and extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t find any position to lie that didn’t cause some part of his body to hurt. And to add insult to injury, he had hadn’t been able to loosen his ropes at all. He had even tried rubbing the knots against the concrete, but all that he had managed to do was to rub all the skin off his hands. He realized that he wasn’t going to get himself free – somehow he had to reach someone who would untie him. He began inching along the path, wondering how long it would take him to find help. He was tired and hungry and thirsty, but he was determined to get help.
"Going somewhere, soldier boy?"
Zeke had been so intent on his belly crawl, that he hadn’t noticed the masked men come bounding out of the woods. They stood around him laughing, obviously in a good mood, as they nudged him with their booted feet, and made unkind comments about his condition.

"We can’t have you going anywhere, soldier boy, not just yet. Why don’t we make you just a wee bit comfier?"
"GGGMNOOOOO! NOTMMMORE! MMPLLLEEEZZZ"

The bad guys ignored Zeke’s muffled pleas as they hogtied him. Things became even worse when Zeke was blindfolded. He was left lying on his stomach, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded. Zeke was totally freaked out by not being able to see. He redoubled his efforts to get free, but it was all in vain. The pain in his shoulders was even worse, now that his hands were tied to his feet. To make matters worse, the cruel villains had pulled down his bandanna gag, stuffed a disgusting tasting rag into his mouth, and then retied the bandanna even tighter than it had been before. His blindfold was so tight he was seeing red. Zeke managed to sit up, even though he was hogtied, but then he fell over, hitting his head. Everything went black. His last thought before he passed out was how he had failed to save his country from the bad guys.

Zeke was finally released when his relief for guard duty showed up. It wasn’t until later that he found out that the ‘bad guys’ were really journalists from a tabloid, and that the top secret site that he had been guarding was really the secret love nest of a very highly placed politician.

The end

Zeke played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/11/2003
Red Black

32 photos; 4:17 video

Model: Simon
Phoptography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2008
Prisoner 1203

25 photos; 6:59 video

Prisoner 1203 played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/23/2019
Bear In His Underwear

27 photos; 5:17 video

Model: Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/13/2019
Snug as a Bug by Nick007

26 photos; 5:19 video

This had to been the worst day of Rex's life. He must have blacked out. He was wrapped up tightly in what felt like a rug. He could feel the ropes wrapped around his wrists, legs, and chest.

Rex started to remember what he was doing earlier that day and how he got himself into this situation. He was at the gym doing his normal routine. He ran a couple miles, used the exercise bike, and lifted weights. After his work out he was in the locker room and took his shower. He walked to his locker, put his boxers on and his tank top, when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. As he fell to the ground, he looked behind him and saw a man holding a lead pipe. Everything went dark.

Suddenly, Rex felt hands on the rug as they rolled him over and over until a flash of light blinded him. His eyes adjusted to the light. He saw a man standing over him. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a black hoodie. A black bandana covered his face. Rex had no idea who this guy was, but knew he didn’t like the look in his eyes, especially when the man started to put his hands on him.

The man's hands explored various parts of Rex's body. “You're probably wondering what's going on.” the man said. Rex responded his an angry grunt, unable to speak though the bandana gag and layers of duct tape covering his mouth. “Well let's just say your gym etiquette got you in this situation.”

Rex thought and thought about what happened but couldn't think of anything that could have been considered wrong in the gym world.

The man could tell that Rex was confused. “You probably don’t even think you did anything wrong.” the man said as he gave Rex's nice ass a good hard spanking. “Typical. Well, while you were running on the track, you XXXX over a very handsome man. You didn’t even stop to help him up. Just kept on running. Then on the exercise bicycle, you didn’t even wipe down the equipment as sweating all over it. And the final straw was when you were lifting weights. That man that you XXXX over, came over to use the weights and you tossed him a 20 lb weight at him to “catch”. It XXXX him over again. You laughed, called him a pussy, and went on your way.”

Rex thought to himself. “Yeah, a normal day at the gym. You don’t like it go to another gym.”

“I can tell by the look on your face,” the man said, “that you don’t even think you did something wrong. Well what you didn’t realize is that the man you XXXX over not once but twice has ties with a certain particular mafia. The Gay Mafia, in fact. So he sent a request to our leader, Elton, and his request was approved. So here I am, to teach you a lesson. Plus I get to have a lot of fun with every inch of your body. So it's a win win for everyone.”

Rex struggled against the ropes but to no avail. The man began tickling him and Rex followed with uncontrollable laughter. After what seemed like an hour of non stop torture, the man walked away and said “Now don’t go anywhere. I'm going to get a few more toys to play with. You just sit there and think about how to be a better person.”

The man left the room. Rex, now fully pissed off, struggled against the ropes even harder now. However the knots were too tight. He was going no where.

The End.

Model: Rex
Mysterious Man: Nick007 Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/19/2014
Red Ball Gag

23 photos; 2:59 video

Model: Aaron

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/15/2007
The Letter by John

28 photos

The Letter
by John

It was late Wednesday afternoon when John O’Malley received a XXXX on his hotel room door. The man at the door, wearing a long, black trench coat and black pants and shoes handed him an envelope and said “Follow the instructions inside and no one will get hurt.”

You see, John O’Malley plays futbol or as we Americans know it “soccer” for the Irish national team. His team is inParisright now playing a tournament and has made it to the final round where they are supposed to play the German national team on Friday.

John proceeded to open up the envelope the stranger had given him inside there was a letter.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004.

To Whom It May Concern:

We have taken your star Forward, Michael O’Brien, and are holding him at an undisclosed location. Our demands are simple.

1)    You don’t come looking for him.

2)    You tell the media that he is too sick to play the game on Friday and we will return him after the tournament is over.

Now of course John immediately thought that this had to be the doing of the German national team or at least someone associated with them or a crazy fan of theirs that wanted to make sure they won the tournament. You see, with a win at this tournament the German national team would be the top seed going into the World Cup tournament. John continued to read the

letter...

We have enclosed some pics for your “enjoyment” just to know that we are not joking around with this. Please take us seriously or else you will never see your star Forward again!

                                                                       Sincerely,

                                                                       Fan O’Socker

         John pulled all of the pictures out of the envelope and was amazed at what he saw. He couldn’t believe that they had taken his best friend and tied him up like that and were holding him hostage. And to make matters even worse they had an “Eringo Braugh” blanket in the background. Was this the Germans? Or was it possibly an Irish Conspiracy??

The End?

Micheal O’Brian played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/22/2004
Stuck by Ogre

31 photos; 3:15 video

Bill was having his usual Sunday afternoon. His roommate, Troy, had bound him up and done what he could to make sure Bill wasn't going anywhere. This week Troy had gotten creative and bound only Bill's arms and one ankle to the bed.

There was plenty of tickling and giggling involved in the situation, as usual, and Bill was really beginning to have himself a good time. Tory was, too. He put Bill's arms around himself, giving him a false sense of security. He grabbed an ankle and bound it as well, pulling the rope taut to the bottom of the bed. There wasn't any getting away from the tickling this time!

Troy went to town on Bill's foot. Bill, of course, squealed and thrashed and started yelling. "Dammit, Troy!" he shouted at one point. "I'm going to get you when I get out of this!"

Troy just laughed at his friend. "Oh really? What if I don't let you out?" He grinned widely and flipped Bill over onto his stomach for a good bit of spanking as well, to teach Bill to open his big mouth!

Bill yelped, immediately sorry he'd cursed at his roommate. "Ow! I'm sorry, I give! Uncle!!!" He twisted this way and that buy Troy kept on smacking his ass.

After a few more minutes of this, Troy stood up. "You know, Bill, I really could use a beer. You want a beer? I think you do. But we don't have any here, unfortunately. I'll run to the store and get us some. I'll be back." He turned for the door.

Bill was horrified! "How could you... You wouldn't... Don't leave me here like this, Troy!!!" He was mortified at the thought of being trapped, unable to get free from the bed without a long time working at the knots. His friend shrugged. "Well, I'll see you when I get back."

Bill started to curse at him again but thought better of it. Troy left the room and as Bill heard the front door close he began to panic. "Troy! Troooyyyy! Don't leave me like this! Dammit!"

He started to struggle, trying desperately to get his arms free but couldn't. He thought he might be able to reach his ankle to get that free but after a few minutes of twisting and leaning he was exhausted and fell back on the bed. All the tickling and laughing and spanking had left him spent and without energy enough to struggle.

He started to doze off and absently thought to himself that hopefully Troy would be home when he woke up.

He was awakened by the sound of the front door opening. "Troy! Get down here!" He had no idea how long he'd been aXXXX but he knew his body was becoming uncomfortable. He hoped Troy would let him out soon.

There were footsteps up the stairs and When Bill turned to look it was some strange man who had come in! Bill stared for a moment as the stranger pulled out a XXXX and pointed at him. "Don't make a sound, boy, or I'll shoot you right there. You don't look like you're going anywhere just yet, but I'm going to make sure of it." He grabbed some rope off the floor that Troy had left out and the next thing Bill knew he was tied even worse. His neck and other ankle were now attached to the ends of the bed!

The intruder grabbed a roll of tape and quickly silenced Bill, not that the XXXX hadn't already helped that situation out. "Now," said the burglar. "Now I can see what goodies you have here. Well, what “other” goodies you have." He chuckled, eyeing Bill's nudity and wandered off to rummage through the house.

After what seemed like hours, the stranger popped his head back upstairs. "I'm just going to wait in the kitchen for your friend to come home. Maybe he'll be more help in finding your valuables. Now
don't go anywhere!"

Bill was mortified. He started to struggle and the stranger realized Bill would be free in no time. He quickly untied Bill's ankles, flipped him over and wrapped him up in a hogtie. Just to be safe, the burglar tied his hogtie rope in the middle and pulled it up towards the ceiling fan.

"There. Struggle too much and you're in for a nasty shock. Now STAY PUT!" And with that, the intruder went back downstairs to wait for Troy.

Bill was seriously, seriously stuck.

The End?

Bill played by Jay

Photography/Ropework by Ogre

Date of Production: 10/12/2008
Grabbing the Guard

35 photos; 9:51 video

BoundGuy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 06/24/2019
David Hog Tied

24 photos; 5:15 video

Model: David

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/21/2019
Having Fun With the Boss

23 photos; 6:01 video

Bound Guy played by Lucien
Bad Guy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04./04/2019
Rawy's First XXXXping

23 photos; 4:51 video

“Your rich little daddy only has about a half-hour left on his time limit to get you back”, I said to my tied up guest.

I grabbed this kid because his daddy was a very rich man. I worked for his father’s company for ten years and I still was a low-level cubicle office drone. I used to see his nineteen year old kid in the office from time to time; it really pissed me off because every time I saw the kid, he always wore the most expensive things like rings, necklaces, etc. I worked my ass off for his already rich father and this little shit goes around literally bathed in gold. His last visit was the final straw though.

I was in the break room getting coffee when I saw the kid stroll in with his head held up high. I said in a friendly voice, “Hello James. How are you today?” What he said after made me beyond pissed.

With an apparent arrogant attitude, he responded with, “Yo! My name’s Rawy you stupid poor person. Go back to your little 2 x 4 square of an ‘office’ and make my father some more money.”

He walked out with his head held high. I just stood there shaking my fist; it was bad enough that this kid’s father spoiled him, but this prick had the nerve to say that to me?!

After that, I started planning my revenge against “Rawy”. I wanted him to learn some respect for me and what better way to do that than to teach him yourself. Then, I thought, why not get a big, fat bonus in this process from his rich father. So, I combined my revenge with the possibility of money and I got an answer of XXXX the kid and ransoming him back to his father.

I went home that night and gathered up my supplies for the job. I got my rope, duct tape, car keys, and booked a motel room.

The next day was my day off so I had nothing to worry about. I knew where his apartment was so I went up drove up there and parked out front. I entered the building with a coil of rope in my back pocket and went straight for ‘James’s’ apartment number. I XXXX on the door and a second later it was opened by him.

James just stared at me and grunted, “What do you want?”

Just as he finished that sentence, I pushed him back into the apartment and tackled him and pinned to the ground.

“Ouch! Yo man, What the hell is your problem?!?!” James screamed as I took out my rope.

I quickly hand-gagged him and told him to be quiet or else. He nodded and I released his mouth only to tie his hands behind his back. After his hands were bound behind his back, I picked him up and walked him into the trunk of my car. He tried yelling for help, but after the first yell, I pressed my hand against his mouth. When we got to my car, I picked him up and threw him into the trunk. I drove off to the motel I reserved the night before.

I heard some banging around, but I ignored it until we got to the motel. I went inside to get to key then I came back out and opened the trunk. I pulled him out and walked him to the front door; the check-out was aXXXX in his chair so I took my captive to the motel room. I opened the door and threw his bound-ass on the bed.

He got up and his original high and mighty attitude was gone. I just see now he was scared and I felt a little bad for him, but I was still a little pissed too.
“Hey man...” James continued. “What do you want from me?”

I answered, “I took you so I can get your father to pay your random. In fact, I’m going to make it right now.”

I grabbed my duct tape from the bag that had all my stuff in it and ripped a long strip. I pressed it against his mouth and told him to not to move. I went to the phone, called his father and did the usual XXXX speech; said my amount, only have this much time or else, where to drop it off, and don’t call the police.

After the call, I sat down on the chair and watch him struggle; he was so cute the way he did. He tried moving, but I told him not to get off the bed. He was trying to sit up; he was moving his nice long tan legs and kicking his nice socked feet. My stare was interrupted by the thought of him running away; he could make a break for the door.

I grabbed my rope and told him to sit on his knees. With a look of fear in his eyes, he listened to me and sat on his knees. Then, I proceeded to tie his legs to his thighs; I did this because my anger subsided and now I was interested in having a little fun with my hot young captive before I got my money.

After wrapping some rope around his legs, I then looped it around the thighs and after a few times, tied tight knots. After I finished, he started to struggle a little bit; I knew he wasn’t going anywhere so I allowed it.

I looked at my watch and said to him, “Your rich little daddy only has about a half-hour left on his time limit to get you back”

That made him struggle a bit more. He rolled around until he rolled too much and rolled onto his stomach. Since both of his arms and legs were tied, he couldn’t get up; I was laughing for a bit because I thought it was really funny. Then, while he was struggling on

his stomach, an idea popped into my head; I took my rope one last time and planned to hogtie the captive.

I wrapped his hand bindings with more rope, wrapped his cute little feet in rope, and then tied both of them together. I finished and saw his puppy-dog eyes look up at me; I loved the way that he was completely helpless before me.

At that moment, I heard a XXXX on the door. “Oh”, I exclaimed and looked at my watch. “15 minutes early. Oh, just when things were getting good”.

I answered the door thinking it was his father with the money, but when I opened the door, I saw a bunch of policemen pushing their way in. They gave their whole speech about your under arrest, we have a warrant, these are your rights. As they handcuffed me and started to untie James, I realized that I wasn’t angry anymore at him; I had too much fun with him.

“Oh well”, I thought, “Guess it’s my turn to be the captive now.”

Rawy played by Himself Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/15/2009
Worked Out by Caitiff

30 photos; 4:28 video

Danny’s arms burned. But he kept going. Just a few more reps and he would have gone past his last record. Then on to his chest. Sweat was running down his face and muscles.
Danny knew that his body was his meal ticket. Dreams of a budding model career and all the babes and money that came with it swam through Danny’s head. He had already talked to an agency in Europe and they would be using him soon, they said.
Finally finished with his arms Danny grabbed a bottled water. The modelling agency had given him some water from some company he had never heard of. But free stuff was free stuff. Danny greedily drank the contents. He then lay back onto his back to work on his chest.
Danny began to feel tired. That by itself wasn't unusual. But this was more then the usual burn in his muscles. His head was swimming, his vision blurring. With barely a grunt, Danny slipped off the bench and collapsed to the floor. Soon he was in a deep XXXX.
In a XXXX stupor, Danny was helpless and unaware as the men entered his apartment. They picked Danny up and set him on his work out bench. Then they pulled out some rope. As if this was routine, they soon had Danny’s hands tied tightly behind him. More rope went around his huge chest.
“Damn, forgot the plug gag.”, one of the men said.
“Here use this short. Just stuff his mouth with something.”, his partner said as he handed over a dirty t-shirt Danny had been wearing before he started to work out.

“Mmmmmmm.....”, Danny let out a small moan. The XXXX was already been wearing off. Not it mattered now because the men had accomplished their goal. Danny was securely bound and gagged.
“Mmmm? Mmmpphh!”, Danny’s eyes shot open as he realised his situation. What the hell? Why was he tied up? What did these men want? Wait a minute, wasn’t one of them Mr. Sevaro from the agency?
“Ahh, you’re awake. Good.”, Mr. Sevaro said to his hostage. ”We reviewed your portfolio and decided that you are perfect for our needs. Young, buff and eager. But also with no close relatives, no one to miss you and easily trained.”
What was he talking about, Danny wondered. Franticly he tested the ropes that bound his hands behind his back. But Danny was not the first man they had taken captive. They knew their knots.
“We’ve already found several prospective buyers for you. Just a few weeks of training and we can put you up on the auction block.”
“Mmmmph!”, Danny vainly protested. He couldn't’ believe it. The agency was really setting him up to be XXXX. And what did Sevaro mean by “training”? Training for what?
Sevaro unknowingly answered this question as he ran his hand over Danny’s chest, down his six pack abs and lingered on his crotch. despite himself, Danny immediately got hard right away. His dick had always had a mind of it’s own and even the slightest touch would get him going.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”, Sevaro said. ”We need ot tie his feet and then we can get to work setting up the cover story so no one knows what happened to him.”
Danny then spent the next hours rolling on the floor, moaning pitifully into his gag. As he rolled around, his shorts slowly inched lower and lover, exposing his muscular butt.
“Ok time to go.”, Sevaro said as Danny found himself being hog tied. ”We have ot get you into the van. Then mummified and put ina box for shipping. And then your training can begin.”
Sevaro noticed Danny’s exposed ass and smiled. “I’m going to look forward to the training. I think you’ll work out just fine.”

The End

Danny played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2008
Rico's Bad Day by Ivor Ciccone

20 photos

by Ivor Ciccone

Rico had been making a living out of robbing from folks houses for a couple of months now. He didn't feel guilty about it because he thought, "these people are rich, they won't miss this stuff, whereas I am broke and need it more than they do".

Needless to say, he was from a bad "neighborhood". Lots of the criminals of his trailer park preyed upon the rich suburbs a couple of miles down the road, where they had seen house prices plummet as crime increased. Lots had been driven to moving out & selling their beautiful houses, while others were standing guard with XXXXs all night! This didn't deter poor, mad, lonesome Rico, who thought that working outside of the trailer park gangs gave him an edge.

Well, his burglary days came to an abrupt end one fateful night, when he

stumbled through the wrong window, big time!

Jeff and Kevin's' place had all the lights out, it was 2am, they were aXXXX by now, for sure, Rico thought. He had been casing the joint all day, watching the guys loading stuff into their truck. The "for sale" sign meant they must've been in the process of selling up, moving on, but it was a big house and they had far from finished emptying it.

Rico went around the back and did his usual trick of "quietly" smashing a window with his jacket wrapped around his fist. He stumbled in and immediately had the lights turned on around him. He looked up to see two buff and beefy muscle guys with their shirts off looking down at him.

"Oh, Shit!", exclaimed Rico.

"There you go, Kev. Told you we'd get ourselves a boy eventually", Jeff said to his partner, looking down at Rico, smiling.

"Cool", said Kev. "Right place, right time, dude," he said to Rico.

"We're gonna get you outta that trailer park for good."

"Fuck you, fag!", Rico just didn't know when to shut up.

"Oh, we got a live one here, Kev! Excellent!", said Jeff. "We better get to work!"

Rico struggled admirably as he was grabbed, but the strapping beef cakes were a lot stronger then he was.

"You're kinda cute, dude."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You were trespassing on our property, boy, I'd say that makes your ass ours?"

"Please, just let me go, I promise never to bother you again."

"Ahh hahahahaha! Yea, right!"

These guys just LOVED bondage! Rico didn't know that, of course, but these gyts had a plan for thier would be burgler.

The offensive anti-gay shit coming out of Rico's' mouth just made it all the more enjoyable. However, Rico struggled so much that Kev had to put him in a XXXX hold. Rico felt everything going black....

Hours later Rico finally regained conscieness. There was something in his mouth which Rico tried to take out but he couldn't move his hands. Rico felt rope binding his wrists and ankles!

"MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFF!" Rico yelled through his gag.

"Ok, it's my turn to gag him next time", a pouting Jeff said

After much struggling, the dude relaxed into the ropes, kind of got used to them, he listened intently to what the "fags" said, trying to get some idea of what they were gonna do with him, but Jeff & Kev just got on with their packing as if he weren't even there.

"What the hell are those for?", thought Rico. Jeff was packing the couples bondage equipment.

"You're gonna be our little sex slave, boy. We're gonna keep you safe from harm and safe from a life of crime in these very leather cuffs, harnesses, hoods and racks!", said Kev, with a big smile.

Rico's' eyes opened wide, now he was scared. A surge of energy came upon him and he struggled and moaned, trying to get free, but, pathetically, however much he moved around he didn't manage to get from the spot on the carpet where they'd laid him!

By 4am the guys had finished all of their packing.

"Ok, that's everything," said Jeff.

"Not quite", said Kev and motioned his head towards Rico, who's' muffled moans began to get louder.

"Oh, God, yea, how we gonna transport that delicate little piece of furniture across the state line?"

"I've got an idea."

Next thing Rico knew they were rolling him up in a big old rug.

"Awesome! Fuckin' awesome! You'll be nice and comfortable for our long

journey now, kid!", said Kev.

"As snug as a bug in a rug!", Jeff said and both were laughing, grinning.

Then saying, "Ok, time for a fresh gag I think", he turned the cloth into a cleave gag, from over the dudes' mouth to between his teeth.

"Mmmm, just love gagging your mouth, dude! Your dirty mouth was made for gagging!", Jeff said, sighing.

"GGGRRRRRRMMMMMMPPPPPFFFF!"

Kev was busy securing the bound & gagged guy in the carpet by tying copious amounts of rope tight around their hot "package".

Rico's' face was a picture, he looked bewildered.

"Well, you came to the right house tonight, stud!", said Kev.

The guys looked at each other, smiling.

"We're gonna have some fun with you!"

"Don't worry, we'll look after you. You'll be our pet, our boy!"

"Ok, blindfold the dude, Kev. We don't want him knowing where he is once we get to our new home", Kev did just that.

"We have a room especially for you there already, boy!"

Rico whimpered and strained in the ropes. Looking down on the dude, completely imprisoned, Jeff said, "One less criminal out there, Kev."

Smiling, also admiring their captive crook, Kev said, "It'll anbe improvement on the trailer park for him, Jeff."

Rico gave a muffled moan into the cloth in his mouth.

The End

Rico played by Nick

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/26/2002
Tight End by Caitiff

31 photos; 5:12 video

Ooooohhhh, Vin’s head was throbbing. What had happened? He remembered getting off football practice where a hot chick came up to him. Certain he was about ot get laid, he went out for a drink. He didn’t even change out of his uniform. Vin should have had more sense then to go drinking and get laid the day before the big game. But Vin wasn’t too bright when he was thinking with his dick.

Only now Vin wasn’t getting laid. He was having a weird dream where he was lying on a futon and for some reason his ass was freezing. Vin could then feel his hands being pulled back behind him. Then he could feel his legs being moved. This was a weird dream, vin had a weird feeling as if he couldn't’ move. He was bound hand and foot.

But it wasn’t a dream. Half awake he had mistaken actually being tied up for a hallucination. As the fog cleared, Vin found he really couldn't’ move his hands or feet. And for some reason he had been stripped down to his jock leaving him bare assed.
“Mmmmuuffuuu?”, Vin tried ot say but a sock was wedged between his teeth. Nothing understandable could get past the gag.
“Good morning sunshine!”, Eddy Tumms, the quarter back for Vin’s rival school’s team said evilly. Surrounding him was the rest of his team and the hot chick who had lured Vin here. “I hope you had fun with my sister last night. Because you are not going to make it to the game, I’m afraid.”
“”Mmmmm!”, Vin protested through his gag. Vin so wanted to kick this guy’s ass, even if he was surrounded buy his friends. But bound hand and foot, all Vin could do was roll and buck around helplessly.
“You might as well get comfortable. You ain't’ getting loose and no one is going to find you. But you are close enough to able to hear our school’s cannon. You know how we fire the thing every time we score. Oh and you might be wondering why we took your pants.”
Yeah, Vin had wondered that. His ass grew red with anger and embarrassment as his nudity was pointed out.
“It’s very simple. If we lose, we will let you go. But if we win, we will celebrate on your ass. Al of us, the whole team!
‘’Mmmmnnnoooo!”, Vin shook his head but he could do nothing as he rolled onto his stomach. His ass was grabbed and man handled and pinched for good luck. Vin was then tightly hog tied and left. His kidnappers knew Vin wouldn’t be getting away.
But Vin tried anyway. He struggled as the game began. He tried to yell for help through his gag as the first quarter came and went. By half time, Vin realised he wasn’t getting loose. He lay back, resigned to his fate. Al he could hope for was that his team was winning.
But a quick mental count of the cannon fire made it clear Vin’s team were losing. This was confirmed when the cannon was fired multiple times to the cheering of the crowd. Vin’s team had lost. And so Vin’s ass would not pay the price.

The End

Vin played by Mitch

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/28/2007
Say Hello

30 photos; 5:11 video

Note- the problem with the Photo set has been corrected. We apologize for rany inconvenience.

Model: Steven Thompson
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 07/03/2019
Deal With You Later

25 photos; 5:20 video

Bound Guy played by Rick
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production06/16/2019

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