22 photos; 6:09 video
The Jock played by Evan
The Spanker played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/06/2018
25 photos; 5:09 video
Bound Guy played by Alex Stone
Bad Guy played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/26/2018
48 photos; 2:27 video
Sam grumbled to himself as he flipped the pages of the magazine. Why did he always get stuck with the shitty jobs? The others were probably sitting somewhere nice and air-conditioned, enjoying themselves while they waited for the ransom money to be delivered. And here Sam was, sweating away in this hellish place, with nothing to do. There wasn’t even a TV! All he had for entertainment were some crappy old magazines, and they didn’t have many pictures for him to look at. All the cold beer was long gone. He yawned as he looked at the clock. Ugh, his relief wasn’t due for a couple of hours. He thought about checking on their guest, but decided against it. He didn’t want to go down into that nasty, dank cellar. It was full of spiders and other creepy crawly things, and if there was one thing that Sam hated, it was bugs. He was glad that he wasn’t the one down there. That rich asshole, Joe Sandilands, had probably never spent any time in a place like the cellar. He sure hadn’t seemed very happy the last time Sam had paid him a visit. The smell from the spilled slop bucket hadn’t helped matters. That was the rich guy’s own fault. If he hadn’t struggled so much, it would never have been overturned. Sam was going to leave the mess for Freddy to clean up. He couldn’t be bothered himself.
Sam yawned and stretched. If he wasn’t careful he was going to doze off. A nice snooze would be great, but he didn’t want to be caught XXXXping if the boss should happen to drop by. Then he would be in big trouble Yeah, big trouble…..Sam’s head started to droop. It was so hot, and he was so tired, and those beers hadn’t helped…just a few minutes of shut eye couldn’t hurt…Zzzzzzz.
Sam came to with a start. What was that noise? He looked at the clock on the wall. Whew, he had only been XXXXping for half an hour. But….he was sure that he had heard something. He shook his head to clear it, and as he did so, he noticed a quick movement at the very edge of his vision. What the…?
"Hey, how the hell did you get out of….MMMPHHHH!"
Sam’s expostulations were cut off as a hand went over his mouth. He began grappling with his attacker. How did the bozo get free? The last time Sam had checked him out, he had been very nicely trussed up and gagged, lying on the slimy stone floor. This wouldn’t do at all. OUCH! What the fuck had the bastard done to him? Sam felt his arm go numb as strong fingers dug into his shoulder. He yelped as he felt a hand in his hair, pulling his head back. He gurgled through the hand gag as he turned his head and saw a blue bandanna clutched in the hand of his assailant.
"You’re not so smart are you? But then, what can one expect from criminal scum like you? Evidently, not very much. You are going to be SO sorry that you XXXX me."
OUCH! Frank yelled as his other arm was immobilized. What was this guy doing to him? He was starting to get tingling sensations in one arm, but the other hung down XXXX and useless. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the hand over his mouth as the bandanna was dangled in front of his face.
"You ready for your gag, scum ball? I wish that I had brought up that filthy sock that you stuffed into my mouth, but I couldn’t find it in the dark down there. This should keep you quiet though.
Sam moaned as the bandanna was pulled taut in front of his face. Summoning all of his strength, he managed to bring his hands up, feebly grasping at the arms of his former captive. It was no use. His arms wouldn’t obey him. Joe had no problem brushing aside Sam’s grasping hands. He pulled the bandanna as tightly as he could, knotting it behind Sam’s head. He gave the knotted bandanna an extra tug, making sure it was good and tight. He wanted the gag to hurt Sam, the same way that his own gag had hurt him. Joe was feeling quite vindictive at the moment. He wanted this bastard to suffer. He wasn’t going to forget the abuse and humiliation that he had suffered at Sam’s hands. It was unfortunate the slop bucket had been XXXX over. Otherwise he would have searched for it and brought it up here, and dumped the disgusting mess all over his erstwhile captor.
Sam waved one arm feebly as he watched Joe lean over and pick up a coil of rope that he must have brought up from the cellar. Ugh, first he was gagged and now he was going to be tied up, and he was helpless to stop his one-time captive. He grunted in pain as the rope was wound around his chest, biting into his bare skin. Oh, it was so tight. Around and around, the rope was looped around his body, tying him to the chair. Once his torso was bound, Sam felt his hands being pulled behind. Ouch, that hurt. He moaned impotently as hands were bound behind his back. Ow, ow, OWWWWW!
Sam screamed as in pain as Joe grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back as far as it would go. He thought that his neck was going to break. He gurgled a protest as Joe spat in his face.
"Do you like that, asshole? How does it feel, being tied up and gagged? I should drag you downstairs and leave you lying in that hellhole. Then we would see how you would like having spiders and cockroaches and centipedes running all over you, biting you. "
"MMMGGODMMMNOOO! GGGGGMNOBUGSPLEEEEZZZZZE!"
Sam nearly burst into tears when he heard Joe’s threats. If there was one thing that he hated it was bugs. Spiders were bad enough, and cockroaches were even worse, but centipedes…….The thought of having one of this disgusting many-legged hairy creatures roaming over his bare chest made him want to puke. He whimpered in fear and began rocking back and forth in the chair, kicking out with his legs. He would go mad if he were down in that dark hole, with all of those filthy, disgusting insects.
"HA HA HA! I can see that you don’t like the idea. But I think that I’ll leave you in full view, right here, for whoever turns up first. The cops or your boss. Either way, I don’t think you are going to have a good time. If I were you, I would pray that the police turn up first. However, let’s these legs tied up."
Joe knelt down in front of Sam, and starting wrapping ropes around the criminal’s legs and ankles. Yeah, he was going to make the ropes good and tight. With any luck they would cut off all circulation, and the creep would have to have his feet amputated. He deserved to suffer, suffer a lot. Once he had finished with the rope, he stood up, and grabbing a hank of Sam’s hair, he jerked his head back.
"I hope you enjoy yourself, asshole. Whatever happens to you, I don’t think it’s going to be much fun. Just let me relieve you of your car keys, and I’ll be on my way."
Once Joe had left, Sam starting struggling against his ropes. Terror gave him strength. He DID not want to be around when the boss found out that he had let their prisoner escape. Rico was an evil, vicious bully, and Sam had seen what he did to those who crossed his path. Sam started sweating bullets as he thought of the grim punishment that lay in store for him if Rico got his hands on him. He sawed his hands back and forth, ignoring the excruciating pain as the skin on his wrists was worn away. Oh, thank God, the rope was loosening. He looked at the clock and saw that he had only a few minutes before Freddy was due to show up. He managed to pull his hands free, and started working at the ropes around his chest. It only took him a few minutes to get rid of those. Pulling the gag down, he leaned over and began untying his legs and ankles. Shit, that bastard had used a lot of rope, and a lot of knots down there. Time was running out for Sam. Finally, he was free. He jumped up and started hobbling towards the door, calculating the amount of money it would take to get him to a nice peaceful place, somewhere like Zimbabwe or Uzbekistan, where Rico wouldn’t come looking for him.
THE END
Sam played by Neal
Joe played by Tommy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/16/2007
24 photos; 4:57 video
This soccer game was the one I had been waiting on all season. It was going to be for all the marbles. I needed this game to be good; all the scouts were going to be there. I needed a scholarship to go to college; there would be no other way for me to afford it. Little did I know that I was not the only one looking for a free ride. My chief rival was a guy on my own team. We had grown up together and were once good friends. This all changed when soccer came into the picture. We had developed a heated rivalry.
I trained all season for this moment. The word on the street was I was the one the scouts were coming to see. I was able to stay healthy all season, there was nothing to stop me now, or so I thought. I started out the day with my usual protein shake and a jog. I got home just in time to shower and change. My parents had already left to get good seats at the stadium. I put on my uniform and searched for my shoes.
The slam of the back door startled me. I figured my parents had forgotten something. “Is that you Dad”, I yelled? There was no answer. I heard footsteps slowly creep down the basement stairs. I looked up to see a pair of soccer shoes coming down the stairs. “Who’s there”, I asked? “Hi Mark.” It was Joe my rival. “What are you doing here, do you need a ride?” “No Mark I need you to be out of the way today. I need that scholarship to college, and I don’t have a chance if you’re playing.” “What the hell Joe, what do you think I’m going to do just not go.” “Yes”, he replied. “Even if I didn’t those scouts wouldn’t give you a second look”, I yelled. This seemed to infuriate him. He dashed down the bottom stairs and tackled me.
I never realized how strong he was. He got me on my stomach and began to wind something around my wrists. It was rope. “Good God Joe do you think you can just tie me up and that will be the end of it, even if you keep out of the way you will never get aMMMPPPHHH.” He taped my mouth shut with white athletic tape. He wrapped it around my head silencing me good. The tape sealed my lips and words. “MMMPPPPHHHH”, I screamed in vain. He tied my wrists well. The rope dug into my skin as I tried ineffectively to break free.
He stood me up and watched me. I darted for the stairs but it was useless. He caught me and pulled me to the back of the basement. I struggled withering my upper body from side to side. He threw me on the couch and finished what he started. “I’m sorry Mark, but I need this more than you. You’ll have another chance, I won’t.” “MMMPPPPHHH”, I screamed. He tied more rope tightly around my thigh. I flexed my muscle in a vain attempt to stop the inevitable. He trailed the rope to my ankle and knotted it tightly. He repeated the process on my other leg and he was done.
“I am really sorry Mark I have to go.” “MMPPPMMPPHHHPLEMM”, I begged. He was gone. I struggled hard flexing every muscle in my body to break free. The rope was tied around me so tightly I had no chance. I rolled back and forth exhausting every bone in my body. I tried to scream but all that escaped my mouth were grunts. The tight gag shut me up good. I managed to roll onto my stomach and tried again to loosen the rope around my wrists. It was no use. I could not believe he took it this far. I lay bound and gagged for two hours before my parents came home to find me. Needless to say he would get a free ride, right to jail.
The End
Mark played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/21/2008
24 photos; 4:01 video
“Don't look at me like that,” David moaned at the sad-faced Drew behind the layers of XXXX orange tape that were now holding his mouth a prisoner. “This was your idea!”
David had wanted to join the Phelan Phi’s. They were a nice bunch of boys who spent their time reading poetry, drinking wine, and looking for their inner selves. But Drew had convinced him that they needed to join a big important jock fraternity like the Gamma Lambdas. David sighed and rubbed his taped face against the pillow. He didn't even like jockstraps.
Just then a sharp twinge of pain shot up between David’s legs and he pushed his face into the pillow to muffle his little whimper of pain. David hadn't worn a jockstrap since junior high school and there was a good reason for that. David’s toy soldier didn't like being held so close and so confined. It liked to stretch and show off its big muscles. But now it was hurting David as punishment for David letting those other boys put his soldier into solitary confinement.
Just then Drew huffed something behind the yellow tape that was covering his lips which sounded like “We've got to get out of here!”
David almost laughed. Here they were locked inside a bedroom at the Lambda House. Their hands were tied behind their backs with strong ropes. And there was probably one of those big Jock Lambdas waiting right outside the bedroom door just in case their two new pledges tried anything so stupid.
But now Drew was starting to panic. He didn't like being tied up. And he didn't like being confined in a small place. And he definitely didn't like the kinds of things that his vivid imagination was dreaming up for those Lambdas to do to him and David.
And the more Drew panicked, the louder his tape-muffled moans and groans sounded. David made some tape-muffled sounds of his own while he begged Drew to please quiet down. He really didn't want to do anything that was going to make those big Lambdas mad at them. But panicked Drew was way beyond taking any kind of hint.
“Come on David, you got to get me loose!” Drew’s voice rose up three octaves so that it was echoing off of the walls despite the yellow layers of tape the Lambda’s had already plastered over his mouth to keep him quiet.
David thought it was a dumb idea, but he had to do something to quiet Drew down so he made agreeing sounds behind his own tape-covered lips and then began maneuvering his body around on the springy bed so that he could get his hands close to the ropes that were holding Drew a prisoner.
Suddenly the bedroom door banged open. “What the hell are you pledges doing in here?”
Oh no! It was Jerry the Jock, also known as Jerry the Jerk, the all star fullback from the football team. Why did it have to be him? David got so nervous that he almost dropped his books each time he walked past Jerry in the hallway. And now he was here, and he had an angry sneer on his face, and with a sickening feeling David realized that now Jerry was seeing him without any clothes on. David began to blush.
“Just what part of the word “quiet” don't you two Ding Dongs understand?” Jerry bellowed at the captive pledges as he moved closer to their nearly naked bodies. “You want to make some noise? Is that it? Okay, how about I let you sing for awhile?”
David looked back and his whole body began to tremble. Jerry the Jerk was uncoiling a big leather belt. What was he going to do with that? Oh, he wouldn't dare!
“Come on, Ding Dongs, turn those pitiful bodies around and bend over so I can give you a little taste of what’s going to happen to you when the rest of the Lambdas get here tonight.”
David tried not to look at Jerry while he XXXX his body up onto his knees. He looked over at Drew instead and saw that his friend was just as unhappy and scared as he was while they each walked on their knees until they were finally kneeling side by side.
“Good boys,” Jerry the Jerk teased. “Now bend over and let me see you smile.”
David bent over and closed his eyes, wishing that he was somewhere else.
Suddenly a painful sting struck David’s bare cheek just below his tied hands. David’s whole body jerked and he cried out loud behind the sticky layers of tape. Then he heard the sXXXX of the belt again and it was immediately followed by a cry that was just as loud coming from Drew.
“All right, now both of you together. I want to hear some of that harmony,” the cruel Jerry crooned.
And then David’s whole world became the feeling of that belt – sometimes just teasing over his bare skin, and sometimes ripping into him for another bite – along with the strange animal-like cries that he could hear coming from Drew and himself and getting louder and louder until they harmonized with Jerry’s cruel laughter. On and on it went until David could feel tears running down his cheeks and his tender flesh felt like it was on fire.
And then David received an even greater shock when he realized that Jerry was now on the bed behind him and Drew. And the evil monster was holding them both really close together and running his slimy hands over their naked bodies while he chuckled.
“Very good, my little Ding Dongs. You remind me of a couple of braying hounds. Maybe I could enter the two of you into a hound dog contest later this year.”
“Don't do me any favors,” David grumbled into his gag.
Jerry the Jerk laughed at his own joke and then pushed David and Drew back down onto the bed. Then there was nothing David or Drew could do while the chuckling Jerry the Jerk quickly wrapped and tied more ropes around their ankles so that now they were completely helpless. Then he laughed out loud. “You be quiet now, you hear?”
And then Jerry went out and closed the door.
David sighed and let his face sink into the pillow. Only yesterday he had been thinking how wonderful it was going to be when he finally graduated from college and went out into that bright world. Now he was thinking, if he could only survive this night, maybe he wouldn't want to stay around here that long.
“David…David, let’s go, let’s get out of here.” David heard Drew’s mournful voice and he was getting so he could almost understand Drew’s tape-distorted words. What’s more, David was in full agreement. He had had enough of this Pledge game.
So David rolled his body close to Drew’s body and reached for him with his tied hands. And he could feel Drew’s hands feeling for him. Then he felt some coils of rope coming into his fingers, and then he began to discover the tightly-tied knots in the rope.
David closed his eyes and tried to increase the feel in his fingers as his fingertips worried and pried at the thick knots. But without being able to see what he was doing, it was nearly impossible to pry even one of those rope strands loose.
Behind his back he could hear Drew hugging and sighing and he could feel Drew’s searching fingers trying to set him free. But Drew wasn't having any more luck than David was.
Suddenly the bedroom door banged open again and David looked up to see the leering Jerry the Jerk standing in the doorway. David’s heart sunk down into his feet.
“Okay my little Ding Dongs! It’s party time!”
Suddenly the small doorway filled up with a whole herd of laughing Lambdas and there was nothing that David and Drew could do to stop them as they felt their helpless bodies being pulled into the other room where who knows what was waiting for them.
THE END
Drew played by Chester
David played by Sammy
Jerry the Jerk played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/24/2006
28 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Nick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/07/2008
21 photos; 4:59 video
The Bound Guy played by Beau
The Masked Man played by Remy
Date of Production: 04/30/2018
29 photos; 7:48 video
Model: Ron Jeffries
Model: Tommy Gunn
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
26 photos; 5:37 video
Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2014
20 photos; 3:45 video
Continued from "Intruder pt 1
“Mmmmm....” Roger groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was laying on his hands. He tried to move them but found he could
not.
“Mmmmmpphh!”, Roger grunted as he opened his eyes. He was not only bound hand
and foot but gagged as well. Desperately he struggled against his bonds.
Looming over him was a masked figure.
“Easy now. You’re not going anywhere.”, The masked man said a she held his bound and gagged hostage down on the couch.
“Roger grunted angrily at the man, “MMMM!”. OF course it did little good. The man was right. Roger was already beginning to doubt he could get out of this. And even if he did, what then? The man was standing guard right over him.
Still Roger continued to try to get away none the less. It wasn’t a rational decision. But Roger did not like being so helpless next to this guy. Who knew what evil plans he had
for Roger? Whatever they were, Roger doubted he would like them if it required he be tied up.
“Why do they never listen to me when I make it clear not to struggle?” The masked man
asked himself, obviously not expecting an answer from the gagged rugby player on the couch. “I guess I will need to make sure your cute ass is even more tied up!”
Roger certainly didn’t like how his XXXX talked about his ass. Desperately Roger struggled even harder. However it made little difference. The masked man was able to
hog tie Roger with ease, connecting his legs and hands with more rope.
Roger noticed that not only did the man seemed to know how to tie a guy up pretty well, but the masked man’s hands lingered over Roger’s muscled body. Roger was pretty sure that tying a guy up did not require groping that man’s ass or package or socked
feet.
“Yep, you are every bit the athlete they said you were.”
“MMpph mmmm?”. Who were they? Was this guy hired to XXXX him?
As if reading his thoughts, the masked intruder said, “I’m afraid someone needs you out of the way for a while. That’s where I come in. I’m a professional XXXX. “
“Mmmmm mmffmmpppmmmm!”, Roger tried to beg for his freedom bu the gag made everything he said unintelligible. Worse, Roger thought he could see his XXXX getting excited the more Roger grunted through his tape gag.
“Don't’ worry. You’ll be let go. After awhile. Of course I get to do whatever I want with you in the mean time. I’ve gotten pretty good at making sure my guests stay amused.”
Roger shook his head no in vain protest. He could already guess what kind of “amusements” the intruder had in mind for a tied up jock that was helpless to stop him.
“Yeah.”, The Intruder continued his one sided conversation, “ We’ll have lots of fun. You can stay with all the other guests I have. Some of them have been there along time.
They could use a fresh piece of ass like you.”
The Intruder took out a damp piece of cloth. It smelled of chemicals.
“But first I need you calm for the trip. Some guys get upset if they are shut up in a box for several hours.”
“Mmmm! Mmmmpphh!”, Roger tried to dodge the cloth as the Intruder shoved over his mouth and nose. Tape gagging his mouth, the chemical filled his nose. Soon blackness claimed him.
When Roger woke again, he would be in his new home.
The End?
Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Bound Guy played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Date of Production: 09/25/2010
27 photos
"Dere he is, Boss, just like ya wanted."
Keith looked up at the two ski-masked figures standing in front of him as he sat bound and gagged on the floor.
"Any problems?" the one called the Boss asked.
"Nah, I did just like you said. Waited for him outside the gym. Den when I seen him goin' to his car, I snatched him. Well, I did have to slug him. Let's put it dis way, he didn't want to come for a ride."
"You idiot! I told you not to hurt him!"
"Aw, Boss, it was just a little love-tap to calm him down. If I'd-a really slugged him, he'd still be out cold," the underling replied.
"Did you leave the note?"
"Yeah, on his car windshield, just like you said. Kid had some nice wheels."
"What do you expect, his old man's loaded," said the Boss. "You sure those ropes are tight?"
"Sure, Boss...hey! I was a Boy Scout, ya know!" sniggered the goon.
"Yeah, a lot of good that did you. I heard you pushed little old ladies under the bus instead of helping them cross."
"Aw, Boss, you're a card! Besides, it was only dat one time. But I was always good at knot-tying."
"Yeah, real smart. You tied his hands in front, you moron. He can reach up and pull off that gag! Tie his hands down to his ankles!"
"Oh, yeah...hehe..sorry, Boss!"
Keith grunted as the thug took more rope and bound his wrists tightly to his ankles in front. Being the son of a wealthy man, the idea of his being XXXX had crossed his mind often, and his father had warned him many times to be careful in his comings and goings. He had just never thought it could happen so easily. Now, here he was helpless, bound and gagged and being held for ransom!
"Tape up his eyes," the Boss growled, "This ski mask is killing me."
"Sure t'ing, Boss," goon number two said, as Keith felt a wide band of adhesive tape being pressed down over his eyes.
"That's better, now put him in the closet!"
Keith tried to struggle as he felt himself being grasped under the arms and pulled along the floor. He tried to voice a protest, but the tight cleave gag in his mouth made all his words incoherent.
The Boss spoke again as Keith was dragged into the closet. "I'm going to make some calls. On second thought, I don't think he's tied well enough. When I get back, I want to see him stripped and hogtied. He won't struggle around so much if he's naked. And he needs a bigger gag."
The goon, whose name was Benny, was thrilled to hear his new assignment.
"You got it, Boss", he replied. "He's a good lookin' kid. Would you mind if I... heh...heh....ya know..."
"Sure, have some fun with him if you want. After all, you deserve some perks too. Just make sure he's well-gagged and tied, and don't hurt him!"
Benny reached into his bag for more rope and a roll of duct tape. Was he ever glad he'd dropped out of the Boy Scouts!
The End
Keith played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/16/2005
22 photos; 4:48 video
Trapped Boi played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/29/2018
20 photos; 4:17 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/25/2017
30 photos; 3:45 video
Antonio was pissed. Well he should be… after all he was the boss of a small start up company. He had 4 employees, had that is, for he fired all four of them the other day. “Trading secrets to our competitors for money,” he spoke to himself as he hoped to finish before midnight. It was Friday and he needed a brake. He had new candidates in mind for Monday. And Saturday was golf with his brother and dinner with his buddies. “I need to brake free of this place,” again he spoke to the air. Sitting in front of the computer, he backed up his files and began the shut down process. “No so fast big boss!” Antonio turned around: facing him was Jeff, one of the four fired workers. With him was a stranger.
“Have you gone insane? Did you do enough damage to me? What do you want now?” Antonio screamed at the two men. “What I want now BOSS? I want you to have some fun with you. I am going to tie you up nice and tight and have some fun!” “Tie me up, are you mad, that is XXXX!” Before Antonio could speak another word, Jeff took a bandanna and two strips of duct tape and blinded and gagged his former boss. “Keep him covered,” Jeff ordered the stranger. I want to enjoy this. Yup boss, I am going to tie you up, carefully and slowly, nice and tight! You fight me and my dude here blows your fuckin head off. Now, relax your arms and put your hands behind your back.”
Antonio was shivering with fear as he complied. “Afraid bossman? You were not afraid when you threw us out with no proof.” Jeff fixed Antonio’s tie. “Want you to look nice, all dressed up, when you are also dressed in rope!” Jeff began to wind the clothesline around the cuffs of Antonio’s shirt, binding his two hands side-by-side behind his back. “MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM” “What you say ass face?” Jeff applied another strip of duct tape to the mouth of his victim, and then lifted his hands high behind his back. Antonio jerked as the pain fired his shoulders. “Nice and quiet as I bind you, ok sir?” Antonio nodded his head YES and felt relief as his hands were lowered. “Now your arms. Seems you are sweating a bit. Too hot in here? Let me raise the heat.” Antonio felt the sweat pouring down his chest and from his pits. The stranger turned up the thermostat slowly raising the temperature in the room. Jeff slowly turned the ropes around his captive’s arms and with each turn pulled tight. Antonio felt the ropes digging into his biceps and lashing them to his sides. Now roped tightly, he threw him into a chair. “Tighten the belly boss!” Antonio gasped as several punches were lashed into his gut. “It’s going to be a long weekend.” “Get a few moments of rest before the games go on.”
Alone, tied and blind and gagged, Antonio got up and tried to get the tape off his eyes. “If I could see then I could try to escape,” he thought. But all he did was trip headlong onto the floor and fell with a loud moan. Jeff came in, alone now, and saw his victim on the floor. He pulled the tape from his eyes. Antonio again gasped at the shock of the tape pulling his skin and brows. “Watch now as I bind your legs.” Antonio’s eyes focused and watch helplessly as his feet and legs were tightly tied with rope. Put back in the chair, the sweating man watch as Jeff took a knife and traced it around his face. “Maybe an eye, maybe an ear? Maybe a dick?” Antonio struggled but a few slaps to the face again quieted him down. “You should be happy you worked late. It’s going to be a fun weekend. Some games here and some at an old camp with the others your fired.” “Maybe just a weekend of torture!” Antonio eyes were pleading for forgiveness when Jeff put a plastic bag over his head. Antonio struggled and gasped for air, feeling his head ready to implode when the bag was removed and he could breathe again. “Back soon with the van! Sit tight!”
Once again Antonio got up and hopped to the door. It was locked from the outside. He hopped, fell, stained in his ropes, got back up, hopped again, and all he accomplished was to get bruises all over his body from his falls. Once again Jeff entered. “Please let me go,” Antonio mumbled. “I am sorry I fired you.” “Too late for that now the van is on its way.” Jeff grabbed Antonio and threw him in a broom closet. I have to get some beer for the guys so I’ll be back. With only a crack in the door Antonio watched Jeff piles boxes of copy paper in front on the door. “Now, just sit tight and enjoy the sweat and the rope. When we return, it’s a small trip to the woods. Yeah, it’s going to be fun, like day camp, full of games. And you are the toy!” Jeff shove the door closed and piled up the boxes. Antonio was in pitch darkness. All Jeff heard was some muffled “NOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”S
The End
Antonio played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/02/2006
25 photos; 3:08 video
Model: Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/05/2012
20 photos; 2:27 video
I always had the same dream. It happened the same way every time. It was as if my subconscious was trying to tell me something. As the years passed by I found the dream became more detailed in its aspects. I have always been the sort of man who took charge. In any situation I was looked upon to lead. This is what I was known for, I demanded respect. In contrast my recurring dream put in me in the opposite position.
It begins the same way every time. I wake from a peaceful XXXX to find my body completely incapacitated. White rope is wrapped over my aching limbs. The rope tightly grasps my wrists. The burn of the ropes is unbearable. My hands are reddened from the lack of circulation. My fingers begin to numb. No amount of resistance can free me from these binds.
My chest and arms are strategically wrapped together, making escape impossible. My hardened nipples bear the brunt of the ropes. I can feel my heartbeat increase with every useless wriggle. The muscles in my arms are sore and stretched. I cannot break free.
I look down to find my knees succumb to the same treatment. The rope is thoroughly wrapped four of five times over them. The hair on my legs is pulled and yanked by the creases of the rough rope. My legs are immobilized. The flesh on my legs protrudes out of the top of the rope where my knees are tied, matching the color of my hands.
My ankles are roped together as if they are one limb. My skin throbs from how tightly they are bound together. My bare feet wriggle uselessly. I have no clothes on and the air is cold, yet I am incredibly aroused. What does this mean?
With my body restrained beyond escape, I try to utilize the tool that has served me well over the years. I begin to scream, but nothing whimpering sounds and faint grunts escape my lips. Wrapped cruelly around my head and mouth is duct tape. I can smell the adhesive from the tape. I can feel my lips stretched together and the hair on my face pulled in different directions. I realize the gravity of my situation and the struggle begins.
I fight hard against the ropes. Every toss and flip of my body seems only to make the ropes tighten. The bed squeaks loudly as I bounce my bound and gagged body helplessly over it. I hastily attempt to reach my tied ankle, but it is no use. Grunts and MMppphhhs are the only sound than can escape my sealed lips. To no avail I once again begin wiggling my feet hoping to loosen the binds. I foolishly clench my fists hoping to pry my wrists free with my own strength. It is no use, I cannot break free.
Just as it is every time with this dream, my eyes focus on the doorknob as it begins to turn. Just as the door opens I suddenly wake up never to discover my captor. In my woken state I can still fell the remnants of the rope and tape. Who is this person in my dream? Why are they doing this? I may never know.
The end
The Dreamer played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/23/2005
23 photos; 6:05 video
Captured Cop played by Evan
Bad Guy played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/06/2018
18 photos; 4:15 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/06/2018
29 photos; 4:26 video
The Guard played by Jon STorm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/09/2018
34 photos; 3:13 video
Cops are so stupid. They walk around with their XXXXs and thier badges. They think that they are so superior, so in control. Especially that one that arrested my boyfriend for possesion last week. Just because he was smuggling a kilo of blow. Now, I have no boyfriend and no XXXXs. Its okay though I got something much better. Not to long ago that same asshole pig that arrested my boyfriend showed up on my doorstep he was following an anoynamous tip about illegal activity. Probably not so anoynamous, my boyfriend never could keep his mouth shut. So here is Officer White at my doorstep all by himself. His superior attitude had just gotten him in a world of trouble.
"Its, really simple, sir. We have reports of some, uh, illicit activity at this address. So, if you could just let me have a look around we can clear up this whole matter."
"Of, course Officer. Feel free to look around. Shouldn't you have a partner?"
"Nope, department cut-backs. But I am sure we won't have any problems."
"Not, from me."
He was making this to easy. I followed him as he went from room to room. he did not really search. No doubt my boyfriend had already told him where I usually hid my stash. He was just looking at the rest of the rooms as a formality I guess. Sure enough, as soon as he finished barely glancing at the other rooms he made a bee line for the basement. He darted straight for my hiding spot like a he smelled a donut there. To bad for him I had already moved what was left of it to a more secure hiding space, one my boyfriend never knew about.
I watched as officer White opened the heavy doors to the storage closet I had set up downstairs. Once he was inside and preoccupied with finding the loose brick in the wall I made my move. I pulled a chloraform soaked rag out of my pockt and crept up behind poor little Officer White. I clamped the rag over his mouth and nose. He tried in vain to flip me over him but I was ready for him and pulled back on his head and stepped back keeping him off balance. After a few more pitiful struggles the chloraform took affect and he slipped into unconciousness. his body went XXXX in my arms and I tossed him onto an old table in the corner. I grabbed a bag of ropes from under the tabble and went to work. He looked so hot lying unconscious on the table. I could not resist stalling for just a moment to rub my hands all over his buff body. After I got a good feel I began binding him in tight coils of rope. I bound his hands behind him and then started on his ankles. I also smeared a sticky piece of duct tape over his mouth and to secure it further I wrapped a longer piece around his mouth and neck. By the time I was done Officer White was fully trussed up like a Christmas ham. Finally, I took his XXXX belt and radio.
Nothing, gets me more excited then seeing a hot man bound and gagged. I took a step back to admire my work. The XXXX of chloraform I gave him should keep him out for another thirty minutes or so. I headed back upstairs to make a phone call. I had some plans for Officer White. There was some crazy rich guy named Bastiba that ran a brothel in the area. Word is that he pays good money for new workers. I intended to have my fun with him first but afterwards I was going to be so fucking rich.
I was just getting of the phone when I heard a noise downstairs. I hung up the phone and raced downstairs to check everything out. Apparently the pig was more resillient than I gave him credit for. He had come to and was trying to hop away. The sound I heard was his big pig feet slapping against the floor. Because of the boots every hop made a loud thud. The stupid pig actually thought he was going to hop away. I couldn't help laughing as I tackled him and slammed him against the brick wall and spun him around to face me.
"Listen you prepubescent, egotistically pig. You arrested my boyfriend and tried to get some dirt to arrest me. But You got out smarted this time. I going to sell your cop ass to a man that likes turning tough guys like you into his obedient slaves. But, first I am gonna have some fun with you."
"Mmmpphhmego! Mmm, Mmpph." He responded through his gag.
He looked up at me and shook his head pitifully. I could see in his eyes he was scared shitless. Poor Officer White was just some punk rookie who lucked up when caught my boyfriend. He had shown up here without backup hoping to get lucky again.Well good that meant he would be easier to manage. The only one who would get lucky today was me. I picked him up and tossed him over my shoulder and carried him back into the storage chamber. I tossed him roughly onto the table this time and took out more ropes and wrapped him up in an extreme hogtie. I had doubled him almost in half by the time I secured the last knot.
"MMpphurtsmmphs, mmpphh, Mmouchmmmpphh."
I watched as Officer White struggled visciously against the restraints. He torqued and twisted in ways I never beleived possible for the human body. He pulled and pushed against all the rope and tried desperately to twist free. However it was all to no avail. Nobody can get out of ropes that I have tied.
After I watched him struggle and twist for almost an hour finally I was exhausted from just watching him. I turned off the lights in the storage closet and went upstairs to bed. He was in good shape he might struggle for another hour or so. Then once he was to exausted to fight bakc I would have my way with him then call that brothel and have them pick him up. Aside from losing most of my XXXXs and my boyfriend things certainly seemed to be going well for me.
Officer White played by Gurth
The Evil Cop XXXXper played by John
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/13/2006
30 photos
"Mmmm, that feels great, Steve. I can’t thank you enough for staying late for me. You wouldn’t believe the week that I’ve had." Sam was moaning with contentment as Steve’s nimble fingers worked their magic, getting rid of all the kinks in his muscles. This felt so great; Sam had really been in no condition to try to work out, and he was lucky that Steve had been so willing to fit him in after-hours Steve was always so pleasant and cooperative, not like some of the other people who worked at the faculty club. And Sam really had had a terrible and stressful week.
"That’s OK, Professor O’Noora. I’m glad to be of help. I read about what happened to you. That was terrible. It was lucky that you were able to escape from those guys." Steve spoke through clenched teeth. He was so horny he could barely continue the massage. He had seen the hunky young associate professor interviewed on TV shortly after his daring escape, the bandanna that had been used to gag him still hanging around his neck. Steve had read every word he could find about the attack on the professor and his subsequent escape. Steve knew what he would have done to Professor O’Noora if he had been one of the thugs who had XXXX him. The thought of Sam trussed and gagged and helpless made him feel almost dizzy. Steve had had a huge crush on the professor for months, and the XXXX since it had happened had obsessed him. It seemed like a message from above when Professor O’Noora had called, asking if it was possible to get a massage tonight. Steve had scheduled the massage at a time when he knew that no one else would be in the faculty club, not even the maintenance people. He was going to have some fun with the professor tonight.
Sam was purring with bliss as he relaxed more and more. He felt almost boneless, he was so relaxed. God, Steve was really, really good at this. As he felt all of the tension flowing out of his body, Mark hovered on the edge of XXXX. He was exhausted, having had almost no XXXX over the past couple of days. His time had been spent with the police and the university authorities, and he had been too keyed up to get any rest. But now, he felt his eyes closing. Mmmm, this was so good.
Oh good, the young professor was aXXXX. This would make things much easier. Steve walked over to his bag, and extracted a small bottle. He poured a little on a towel, and returned to Sam. He caught the professor by the hair, and pulled his head up. Sam barely stirred as Steve pressed the towel to his nose. He came to for a moment, struggled for a second, and then went back to XXXX, albeit a XXXX XXXX. So far, so good. Steve pulled out one of the carts used to transport dirty linens. Whoof, Professor O’Noora was a big boy! Steve managed to deposit the unconscious Sam in the cart, and then covered him up with some dirty towels. The freight elevator was just down the hall. Steve wheeled the cart to the elevator, and down they went, to the basement.
"MMMMMWWWHHHAAAAHHH?" Sam came to with a start. He felt a bit woozy, and had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. He tried to move, and realized that he couldn’t. His arms were pulled behind him, and he could feel rope tight around his wrists, his upper arms and his chest. He tried to stand, but he couldn’t move his feet. Something nasty was filling his mouth. He looked around him, as his thoughts became clearer. He was in a cold cellar, tied to a chair and gagged. Oh no, had those bastards at IRYX got him again? But why? The corporations’ evil plan had already been exposed, causing a huge scandal. What good could come of XXXX Sam for a second time? And Steve, where was poor Steve. Sam prayed that he hadn’t been the cause of harm befalling the innocent masseur.
"Well, hello, Professor O’Noora, I’m so glad to see that you’re awake. This gives us lots of time to have some fun. You don’t know how much I’m looking forward to this."
Sam’s eyes bulged out of his head as he screamed into the gag. Steve!!!! Why had Steve done this to him? Sam jerked forward in the chair. "MMMMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS? MMMIRYXMMPAYU?"
Steve laughed. "No, no, Professor O’Noora, IRYX has nothing to do with this. This is purely for my own satisfaction. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this. Let’s just say that reading about what happened to you the other day was the final straw. Once I’d seen you on TV with that fetching gag hanging down around your neck, I knew that I had to have you. It’s too bad that I couldn’t use one just like it, but I can’t risk anyone hearing you, so….I’m using my favorite leather gag. How does it taste?"
"MMMMNNNNOOOONNNNOOOO!!!! GGGMMUMCANTMMDOMTHIS!"
Steve grabbed Sam’s face, and shook him. "Now, now, Professor, don’t carry on like that. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to give you a good time. You were so tense when you came in tonight, I thought that you might break. I loosened you up then, and I’ll loosen you up again – just in a slightly different way."
Sam gave a gasp of alarm as Steve began rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples. This couldn’t be happening to him!!! XXXX twice in three days. That had to be some kind of record. Hmmm, Steve sure did have a gentle touch. Mmmm, that felt good. Sam felt a stirring down below. Wait, what was this? He couldn’t believe this? Here, he was, tied up and gagged and at the mercy of a deranged masseur, and he was starting to get excited. No, this wasn’t right. He moaned as Steve noticed the growing bulge in his jock, and started stroking his groin. Oh, yes, that felt good, but….no way was he going to give in!!! Steve couldn’t take him captive, and then expect to enjoy himself.
"MMMGGMMFCKINGMMHANDSMMOFFME!! MMFFGGOT!"
"Oh, you’re going to be feisty, are you, Professor O’Noora? Mmm, I like that. It’s just what I expected when I listened to you describe your exploits. This is going to be so much fun.
"MMMMPHHH!" Sam struggled as Steve untied him from the chair. He couldn’t deny that he had experienced a certain arousal, but he put that down to Steve’s trained fingers. There was no way that he was going to let Steve have any ‘fun’ with him. He had managed to escape from the two trained thugs that IRYX had sent against him; he could escape from one amateur! What was he doing now? Hey, this wasn’t fair!
"Come on, professor, let’s go for a little walk. I find that having you tied to that chair doesn’t give me quite enough scope. I have a much better idea. I know that you’re a busy man, you probably don’t have much time for hanging around. But tonight, you do!"
"MMMMGGGMMMM!!!" Sam was completely helpless, his hands tied behind him, and the rope around his neck fastened to a beam in the ceiling. Oh, oh my. Steve’s hands were all over him, playing with his chest, running down his legs, caressing his exposed butt. Sam tried to jump back and forth, but there was no way that he could escape those roving hands; they seemed to be everywhere at once. He attempted to kick out, but Steve just grabbed his hair, and whispered in his ear: " There’s no way out, big boy. Why don’t you just enjoy yourself?"
Steve teased, Sam jumped. Steve’s hands wandered, Sam moaned. Sam could feel the sweat trickling down his body as Steve tortured him. Who knew that the brief touch of fingers and lips could produce such sensations? Sam was trying to control himself, but he knew that Steve must be able to see the huge bulge in his jock.
"OK, Professor. Time for a change. I want to see that body of yours stretched out. "
Sam groaned as Steve untied his hands from behind his back, and then hopping on a chair, tied them to the beam in the ceiling. The rope around his neck was removed, but now he was standing there, his arms pulled over his head, exposed and vulnerable. Steve could whatever he wanted to him. Sam blushed as he felt his cock jump at this thought. What WAS Steve going to do to him?
"Doesn’t that feel good, Professor O’Noora? I can see that you are enjoying yourself."
"MMMNOOO. GGGMMMOHHHH. MMMMMPPHHH!
Steve’s hands were all over him again, harder and more insistent this time. And it wasn’t just his hands that he was using. Sam jumped as a tongue laved his exposed armpits. Oh boy, that was so hot, so sexy. Sam was sure that he was going to burst out of his jock strap at any moment. He looked down and could see a large wet stain. Mmmm, he was so horny; he was ready to burst. What was Steve doing now? He was sliding down the straps of the jock down Sam’s legs, pulling it off. Sam was hanging there, with his cock jutting out, hard as an iron bar. What was Steve doing now? Getting down on his knees, and….OH MY GOD!!!!
"You see, Professor. I knew that I could make you feel better, and get rid of all that nasty tension. What do you say to a second round?"
THE END
Prof. Noora played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/23/2002
25 photos; 4:40 video
Model: Hal
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/19/2006
24 photos
by SoftTouch
“Come on guys, quit messing around!” Sammy looked at the semi-circle of six guys who were slowly backing him up toward the big bed. Sammy couldn't believe it. All of these guys were on the wrestling team with him. They trained together, went to school together, and ate lots of pizza together. But now all of their faces looked like some kind of weird monsters.
“We warned you Sammy,” Tom the Team Captain said. “You got yourself disqualified in our last match because you were six pounds out of your weight class. Tomorrow’s the Championship and we're not taking any chances.”
“But I promise,” Sammy whined. “I won't eat no more except for maybe breakfast and you know lunch and maybe just one snack.”
“Get him!” Tom commanded.
All six wrestlers surged forward and suddenly there were hands grabbing Sammy all over and pushing him back until he felt himself falling back onto the big bed.
“Take down—two points!” Chris yelled.
“Hold his hands and I'll rope him!” Cowboy yelled.
“Yea, and if he don't hold still, maybe we'll brand him!” That was Squirrel the lightweight with that silly “Nuch-nuch-nuch!” laugh of his.
Sammy was a powerful wrestler, but he was no match for six other wrestlers all at the same time, and soon there were tight ropes holding his hands together, and more tight ropes holding his socked ankles together, and Sammy was feeling really scared.
“Okay, now for his mouth,” Tom instructed.
“No, you can't do nothing to my mouth!” Sammy whined.
But then two of the bigger wrestlers used their strong hands to clamp Sammy’s lips together and then the Squirrel climbed up over Sammy’s body and began plastering this great big sticky piece of tape all over Sammy’s mouth.
Sammy panicked! He couldn't move his mouth at all and now there was no way for any food to get in. They couldn't leave him like this! If he couldn't move his mouth pretty soon he might get lockjaw or something!
“All right Sammy, we want you to just lie quietly there,” Tom said. "Try to go to XXXX. The time will go by faster. Remember it is still a long time until tomorrow night’s match.”
“Yea, and Squirrel’s going to keep an eye on you, ain't you Squirrel?”
“Nuch-nuch-nuch sure!”
Squirrel settled into a chair to keep an eye on Sammy while everybody else trooped off into the living room.
Sammy lay back on the bed and sighed through his nose while he tried to ignore the pain of the ropes around his wrists and his ankles. Poor Sammy hadn't had anything to eat except for those four meat loaf sandwiches and the two packages of cup cakes he ate for lunch. But that was hours ago and now Sammy imagined he could feel his trousers getting looser around his waist.
Then Sammy heard the sound of pop-tops sXXXXping open and then his sensitive nose smelled pizza coming from the other room. They were torturing him! It wasn't fair. Those other guys on the team had those really fast metabolisms and they could eat anything they wanted. All poor Sammy had to do was to look at a cup cake and he gained two pounds.
And then it wasn't long before Sammy’s stomach began to growl louder and louder. And it wasn't long after that when his stomach really began to hurt. He had to have some food!
Sammy lifted his head and looked over to where Squirrel was sitting in the chair. The skinny lightweight had his head buried in one of those comic books that he was always reading. Maybe…?
Sammy struggled to turn his bound body around on the bed. Then ever so slowly he began inching his way toward the foot of the bed. If he could just get down onto the floor, maybe he could slip past the Squirrel and slip into the kitchen. There were knives in the kitchen that he could use to cut these awful ropes. And there was food in the kitchen! So Sammy painfully inched his way down over the bed, but –
“Help…! Hey you guys!” Squirrel yelled. “He’s heading for the kitchen!”
There was a thunder of heavy feet running into the bedroom. Then poor Sammy was being grabbed from all sides and pulled back up on the bed.
“I got some more rope!” Cowboy cheered.
Then the other wrestlers held onto Sammy and made him hold still while Cowboy was happy to lash more rope between Sammy’s bound wrists and his bound ankles until poor Sammy couldn't lie down, and he couldn't sit up. He could only hunch over in a painful way on the bed.
“Sorry Sammy,” Tom told him when it is all over. “But it’s for your own good and the good of the team. We really need you tomorrow night. Now you be good and tomorrow morning we're going to let you have some Ojay and two slices of rye toast.”
Sammy sighed heavily into his gag. By tomorrow morning it would be too late. By that time he will have wasted away into almost nothing. Then the tears started to fall on Sammy’s cheeks. By tomorrow night, if he lived that long, he'd only be big enough to wrestle guys that were the skinny Squirrel’s size.
THE END
Sammy played by Mark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/11/2006
33 photos; 4:21 video
The Bartender played by Aiden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2013