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A Brush With Fear by
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This started out to be the best weekend I've had in a long time. My name is Billy and I've been living in a dorm with a bunch of crazy animals for almost two years now. So when I got this chance to house-sit this guy's house for the weekend, I jumped at the chance. It wasn't a big house and it wasn't in the best neighborhood, but it sure was roomy and quiet, and quiet was just what I wanted.
What was that?
Just my nerves I guess. This house was so quiet it was making me jumpy.
There it was again! Now what the- "How did you get in here?"
The big man poked me in the ribs . The skinny one with the scar on his cheek cut a sash cord from the window blinds. Then he pushed me back down on the couch.
"Have a seat kid and keep your mouth shut."
I was so scared I didn't know what to say while he wrapped that cord around my chest, yanked my arms back behind me, and then tied my wrists together really tight. Then somehow I managed to find my voice.
"Who are you guys? What do you want?"
The big one turned around so that he could keep an eye on the front door and he looked pretty scared. "We need a place to hide for a couple of hours. You just stay out of our way and you won't get hurt."
"But," I had to think of a lie, "I'm just watching this place for some friends of mine. They'll be back any minute and one of them is a police officer."
"A cop?" That scared the big one.
"I told you to shut up kid!" The skinny one's bony fingers closed around the back of my neck like some kind of iron claw and started to squeeze me.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"Kids today don't listen, and they don't think you mean what you tell them."
His bony hand slipped around my cheek and then closed my jaws together really tight. And then he kept squeezing them harder and harder until I held my head really still. Then he bit off a couple of big strips off of this roll of tape he had and plastered them all over my lips and under my chin so that I couldn't move any part of my mouth.
"Watch him!" he told the big one. "I'm gonna find some more rope."
The skinny one went out of the room. The big one came over by me and kind of waved his shotXXXX in my direction. "Better do what he tells you kid. If those XXXX dealers we ripped off find us here, they won't care."
XXXX dealers, crazy men with ropes and tape, what had I got myself into? And then the skinny one came back into the room carrying several pieces of rope he'd found somewhere. He came right over to me and showed me the point of his knife real close to my eyes.
"Last warning, kid. Any more silly shit from you and I'm gonna slice you a few times. You got it?"
That knife he had was enough to scare anybody so I nodded my head and held real still while he wrapped and tied ropes around my ankles and my knees so that my legs were XXXX real close together.
"That's better, now you just lie down there on the couch and behave yourself."
I lie down and put my head on the pillow, and I tried not to look at them at all. Maybe I was trying to pretend that they weren't there or maybe that this wasn't really happening to me. But I could still hear them moving around from room to room, peaking out of the windows, and raiding the kitchen for food and drinks.
Sometimes I looked up to see what they were doing, but mostly I just closed my eyes and tried not to think about them at all.
And then the skinny one came back to me again.
"You don't look very comfortable on that couch kid. Come on, I have a much better place for you."
He pulled me to my feet and made me hop over to the coffee table.
"All right, down you go."
At first I couldn't believe it. You don't put people on a coffee table! But that knife was never very far away so I didn't give him any argument when he made me curl up on top of the table.
But that wasn't quite what he wanted so then he made me roll over and lie down on my belly. I didn't like that very much. That table was really hard.
And I liked it even less when he pulled both of my feet up behind me and then tied them to my wrists with another piece of rope. Now all of my weight was down on my middle and me feet kept pulling against my wrists and making the tight rope wrapped around them feel tighter and tighter.
"There, that's much better. Now you stay just like that. Don't fall off the table because we will hear you, and then I will find an even more comfortable place to put you."
The two men left me alone like that and went into the other room. I couldn't see them any more, but I could hear them talking in low voices if I listened hard.
And then I heard the skinny one say "It looks okay now. Let's get out of here."
"What about the kid?" the big one wanted to know.
The skinny one laughed. "He's a college boy. He'll figure those knots out sooner or later."
And then I heard the door close and they were gone.
But I was still here, tied up like some turkey, in the middle of a coffee table for everyone to see. I had to get loose somehow. What would those people think if they came home and found their trusty house-sitter sitting on their coffee table like some tasty snack?
The first knot came loose and my fingers felt for the next one. How many knots were there? I sighed through my nose and rubbed my taped face against my shoulder. It was going to be a very long night.
THE END
Billy Played by Mark Wolf
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2001
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Guest of the State by Kurt
29 photos
"Hands up, fucker!"
Travis's blood froze as he stood up from the refrigerator he'd been raiding for an after-midnight snack and saw the orange jump-suit-clad figure emerge from the shadows of the dining room. Before he could utter a word, a second figure, smaller than the first, came forward.
"Hey Jimmy, look, he's naked!" the second one said.
"Shut up, asshole...go grab some of that rope from inside."
Travis's mind was racing as he stood petrified, his hands in the air. Some of his friends had warned him about renting a place so close to the state pen, but it was a nice house and he had scoffed at their predictions of jailbreaks and escaped cons. He licked his lips and tried to speak..
"What...what do you want?" he squeaked.
"Don't you worry yourself, pretty boy. Let's just say you'll be having some unexpected guests for the next day or so."
Travis gulped as the second con, who was around the same height and build as Travis, re-entered the kitchen. He was holding coils of white rope in one hand, and in the other, what looked like a bandanna and some other cloth.
"Tie his hands", snarled the one with the XXXX.
"Sure thing, Jimmy," said the other, as he spun Travis around and crossed his wrists behind his back. Within 15 seconds, Travis's wrists were tightly bound. Despite his fear, there was something weirdly erotic about being handled and bound by the cute criminal. He watched as the other one laid the XXXX down on the kitchen table and began working with the cloths. Travis knew that he was about to be gagged, and he wondered how it would feel. The big con opened up the bandanna, and rolled a white handkerchief into a tube shape and laid it in the middle of the bandanna. He then rolled the bandanna around the handkerchief, making a double layer of cloth. He stepped behind Travis and XXXX the thick roll of cloth between his teeth, pulling the loose ends of the bandanna taut behind his neck. Travis grunted as the gag was double-knotted behind his head. A firm hand on his shoulder XXXX Travis down to the floor, where the shorter punk quickly bound his ankles.
"Can we get some clothes now, Jimmy? I'm sick of these jumpsuits!"
"Yeah, go upstairs and see what you can find...look for his wallet, too. We need some cash."
"OK, buddy!" Travis heard the cuter con bound up the stairs toward his bedroom. He eyed his captor warily from his position on the floor.
"Now, don't give us any trouble and you'll come out of this OK, got it?"
Travis nodded...he felt humiliated lying on his own kitchen floor, nude, bound, gagged and helpless in front of this rough stranger. The second con returned in a few minutes....dressed in Travis's best pair of Levi's, his brand-new navy blue Timberlands, a white t-shirt, and Travis's favorite leather bomber jacket. Travis was surprised at the thought that crossed his mind...how hot the punk looked dressed in his clothes. The Levi's were snug, accentuating his firm butt and prominent package, and the t-shirt stretched tightly over his meaty pecs."He's got a lot more clothes for you, Jimmy. But I couldn't find the wallet."
"Nitwit! OK, show me where the bedroom is." Glancing down at his gagged and bound captive, he growled. "You stay put, got it?"
The two cons went upstairs. Travis realized this was his only chance to escape. He managed to draw his legs up and push himself along the wall to a standing position. He tested his bonds... they were tight as hell, but he could keep his balance, and he began to bunny-hop over to the kitchen drawer that held the cutlery. If he could get a knife, he might be able to...
"What the fuck?"Travis saw stars as a meaty fist clipped him in the jaw. He fell back to the kitchen floor with a crash. Stunned, he felt two pairs of hands mauling him and dragging him up. He was tossed into a chair and felt more rope being whipped around his body. He groaned as his roped hands were crushed against his back while he was tied firmly to the chair.
"That wasn't very smart, punk," Jimmy growled as he knotted the ropes tying Travis's legs to the chair. Travis's eyes cleared and he saw Jimmy dressed in some more of his clothes. He was about the same height as Travis, but much broader and beefier, the result being the stolen Levis were skin-tight on him. Travis had read that when you're taken hostage, it's much smarter to try to get along with your captors and get them to like you. He looked up at Jimmy with his sexiest bedroom eyes, and moaned into the tight-fitting gag. As Jimmy reached down to tighten some knots, Travis brushed his head along the XXXX's beefy arm.
"You are kind of cute tied up and gagged like that," observed his captor.
The second XXXX chimed in, "Yeah, he's fucking hot! Can I touch him, Jimmy?"
"Sure, go ahead," replied Jimmy.
Travis tensed up as the more handsome con began to feel his chest...he slowly massaged Travis's shoulders and biceps, tweaking his nipples.
Travis groaned as one hand fell down to his exposed package. The con slowly massaged Travis's shaft and fondled his balls playfully....Travis began to drift....
Travis jerked awake suddenly. As his head cleared, he realized he was still tightly bound and gagged in his kitchen. Images of the two cons who had attacked, bound, gagged and XXXX him flashed through his mind. He looked down at his lap and saw the paper laying over his dormant cock. "Thanks for the hospitality" it said. Travis smiled under his gag. It hadn't been THAT bad.......The End
Travis played byAndre
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 03/17/2004
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Saw Too Much
21 photos; 4:53 video
The Nosy Intern played by Vladimir
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/21/2019
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XXXX Strip
25 photos; 9:03 video
Bound Guy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/06/2019
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Average Joe
20 photos; 4:06 video
Average Joe played by Bill
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 0702/2019
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The Gym Bunny by Jase1010
23 photos; 4:54 video
Patrick prided himself on his new physical fitness regimen. He had lost over 50 lbs in the last couple of months, and thought he was the cock of the walk. It got so that he had begun walking around his gym, and crowing about what great shape he was in and how he would soon be benching even more than then the bodybuilders who frequented his gym. Said bodybuilders thought that Patrick was an arrogant prick who was still a novice and needed to recognize that. Plus, he never put away his weights or wiped his sweat off the benches after he was done. It was breaking a cardinal rule of the gym.
Something needed to be done.
Patrick entered the gym on Thanksgiving morning. He was psyched because he knew that, due to the holiday, he and the other muscle boys would be the only ones at the gym. That meant less of a wait for weights and machines. Maybe he'd even work off without a shirt on to show those other guys how a real man gets cut.
James, Terry, and Tim were there, already lifting. Patrick sauntered up, and immediately launched into his usual put-downs about how they were total pussies and he could bench more than that. He also noted that he felt that James (who was being spotted by Terry) liked having Terry's crotch right above his face. James secured the iron he was currently hefting, and sat up. The three experienced musclemen looked at each other. That's it. It was go time.
They turned to Patrick with evil smiles on their faces.
Before Patrick could even get out a "what are you guys doing?", they had advanced on him. Tim lifted Patrick over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, ignoring Patrick's protests. As he was carted towards the manager's freshly painted office, James and Terry peppered Patrick's butt with spanks to enforce his helplessness. They had big, broad hands and - OW. Patrick was practically shrieking in protest.
"Fuck! What the fuck are you - OW! - idiots doing! Let me down! I'll kick your asses, man! I'll fuck you up! LET ME G-MMPPGGHRRHRH!"
Tired of listening to his protests and threats, Terry took the do-rag he had been wearing off his head and stuffed it into Patrick's mouth. James took HIS do-rag off and tied it around Patrick's so their captive was completely silenced with sweaty cotton.
"MMpphgghrrhr! MMPPHHH!! Mmmmfffoo MmMaaannntt MMMfpphoo Mmmisss Mah MMMEEEE!" Patrick was almost gagging with the sweaty cloth stuffed in his mouth. He demanded they release him, but only earned his ass some more spanking. He only had a jock on under his shorts so his butt was starting to sting.
They got into the office, which had been emptied of furniture for the painters. As they dropped him on to the floor with a thud, Patrick realized with a sinking feeling that Mark the manager wouldn't even be in today. He trusted the group with a key to use on holidays. It was just Patrick and three pissed off musclemen.
He noted with alarm that, while James and Tim held him down on the floor, Terry was advancing on him with coils of rope. Oh man. He was getting tied up.
Patrick was absolutely correct. He quickly found himself tightly hogtied, his body bent into a bow shape for the maximum discomfort. The ropes binding his hands, feet and body completed his bondage. He was now a squirming sap stuck on the hardwood floor. His three tormentors stood above him, grinning, big arms folded.
"How's my sweaty head rag taste, asshole?" James asked, snickering.
Patrick could only "mmpphh" angrily as he worked his body around on the floor, trying to find a least one little knot to work on to get untied. He couldn't.
"You can bounce around all you want, buttface, but I was a boy scout AND a sailor. That shit is forever, You're all tied up until we let you out,"Terry informed him.
"MMMMMMMGGPRHRHRHRH!!!" Patrick screamed into his gag. If anything, his struggles seemed to be making the ropes TIGHTER. Fuck, he was stuck.
"We got tired of trying to work out while hearing you flap your gums over and over again. We needed some peace and quiet and you needed to learn a little lesson about respect and common courtesy in a gym setting. You wipe down the equipment after you use it because no one wants to lay in your ass sweat..."
Tim had squatted down next to the helpless Patrick, and was punctuating each directive by poking a big finger into his forehead. OW! Patrick bellowed some more into his mouth stuffing.
"...you put the weights away...*POKE**MMPPHHH!!!!*...you stop talking shit about how much better you are than the rest of us....*POKE**MMPPHHH!!*...you stop harassing the juice bar girl because she thinks you're a dick....*POKE**MPPHH!!!....and you wear a FUCKING TOWEL when it's possible in the locker room because no one's impressed with your substandard schlong!"
Tim finished off his speech with a final savage poke to Patrick's forehead and smack to his ass. He then stood up.
"MMPPHHHHHH!!!" Patrick began begging them to untie him. He had learned his lesson. He would behave.
Unfortunately for him, they couldn't make out a word of what he was saying. They had all high-fived and left him there. To struggle helplessly. How long were they going to leave him like this? Would they untie his ass before they left? He was going to miss turkey!
He realized in this scenario that he WAS the turkey. A trussed up one.
Model: Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:10/25/2012
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Don't Make Me by JMZ
20 photos; 3:21 video
It was a big misunderstanding. There was nothing I could do or say for that matter. If only he had given me the chance to explain the situation this would never have happened. I tried to do a nice thing and it blew up in my face. This is the last time I ever do a favor for a friend.
My friend Heath was going out of own for a couple of weeks and asked me to stay over at his house to take care of his dog. He had done the same for me many times so I decided to return the favor. Little did I know that it would turn out to be such a mess? He left early on Saturday and I made my way to his house later that day. I walked the dog and helped myself to some food from the fridge. His house was beautiful and well kept. I always envied his view from the back porch and decided to relax and stay in that night. I dozed off early and woke up the next morning to a beautiful day.
I decided to take advantage of the cool breeze coming in from the back porch. I stood and took in the view of the lake and wondered what I would have for breakfast when it happened. I heard the screen door open and in front of me stood an older man carrying a baseball bat. I was startled and a little bit pissed that this guy just walked into my friend’s house without even knocking. I started to rip into this guy when he lifted the bat. I raised my arm in defense but it was no use. I saw a bright light and was out cold.I slowly began to come to a few hours later. The shock of what had happened consumed me, but as I began to get the focus back in my eyes I was presented with a new shock. I had been securely tied to a dining room chair. My eyes focused on the couch where the old man was petting the dog. “I’ve already called the cops you punk”, he yelled. “What the hell are you MMMMPPPPHHHH”, I started. He placed a bandana tightly between my teeth to shut me up. “Punks should be seen and not heard”, he said. What was happening? I tried frantically to form sentences through my gag but it was useless. It was made more difficult when he secured duct tape around my head to insure complete silence. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. “I’m part of the neighborhood watch and I know for a fact Heath is out of town”, the old fucker explained. “MMMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. “I’ve called the cops and you are in for it now.”
I tried desperately to explain but it was impossible. Little did I know at the time that this old man had a reputation around the neighborhood as a whacked out vigilante. He called the cops on a regular basis for crimes he thought he saw taking place. The neighborhood appreciated his concern even if it annoyed them from time to time. The cops however were not as understanding. They had warned him before and now it seemed as if they were ignoring his calls completely. He stood up and walked outside of the house slamming the door hard. I watched he silhouette pacing back and forth on the porch waiting for the cops that were never coming. I decided I had to do something quick.
I began to assess my situation. He sure knew his way around rope. My wrists were tightly coiled to the chair with rope winding up to my elbows. My bare cold feet had been strung up to each wrist and knotted tightly. I had to get out. I rocked back and forth hoping to free my ankles first. The rope seemed to loosed up a bit as I struggled violently to get free. My unbuttoned shirt fell to the back of the chair exposing my chest to the cold morning air. I pulled forward and back hoping something would give. When this approach didn’t work I decided to hop try and hop the chair to the desk where I saw a pair of scissors. This was a mistake. The chair tipped over and I fell hard on the floor. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed in pain. This was the only time I was glad to be gagged, the bandana and tape muffled my scream. I twisted my head to see the old man’s shadow stop. I hoped to God he was not coming back in.To be Cont'd
The Victim played by Hal
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/25/2008
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Just Another Job by Caitiff
24 photos
Another long night and things had gone well. Donny was going to get a good deal on the stuff he had gotten tonight. It was so easy to get into people’s houses. he had especially been happy when he came across a lock box in one old house. Donny didn’t know what was inside but he was sure it would be the “Big Score”.
Yes, things had gone really well, Donny thought as he drifted of into a deep XXXX. So deep that he didn’t hear his window being XXXX open. So deep, in fact, that the man who who had broken into donny’s house had time to pour the smelly contents of a brown bottle onto a handkerchief. Donny remained unaware of the man until suddenly the handkerchief was pressed firmly against his nose and mouth!
“Mmmph! Mmm..ffmmm...mmmmm.....” was all Donny could say as the chemicals in the handkerchief overwhelmed him. Again he drifted off into blackness.
Donny awoke slowly as the XXXX faded out of his system. His first sensation was that his mouth tasted dry and foul. He couldn’t seem to move his tongue at all. Some thing was keeping it to the back of his mouth.
Still groggy, Donny tried to put his hands to his mouth. But they wouldn’t move. In fact, Donny’s entire body seemed to stuck together somehow. In the back of Donny’s still XXXX mind, alarm bells went off.
“Well, looks like XXXX beauty is waking up!”
Donny’s eyes popped open at the sound of the voice of the man that stood over him. Large and muscular, the man wore a ski mask. But the threat in his eyes was clear enough.
“Mmmmm?!” Donny exclaimed incoherently through the thick gag filling his mouth. what the..? Donny tested the gag, trying to push it out with his tongue but it was far too tightly tied to come out. Vainly, he reached for it with is hands, but he suddenly realized that they had been tightly tied together behind his back. His legs were similarly bound. Donny lay on the bed, bound and gagged, as the man hovered over him.
“You’ve caused me a fair bit of trouble taking my lock box like you did. I paid a lot of money for a good security system to keep that sort of thing from happening and you went through it like it wasn’t there. Do you have any idea of the trouble you’re in?”
Donny didn’t have a clue but he was guessing it was way more then he was willing to deal with. Any normal person would have called the cops to take care of somebody like Donny. Not XXXX him and play bondage games. Which meant this guy must either be a psycho, out of revenge, or both!
“Mmm-mmpaammmm!?” Donny pleaded. But the man didn’t seem interested in Donny’s whimpers. He turned and began rummaging though the house, apparently for his lock box that Donny had stolen only hours before.
He had to get out of here, Donny realized. Franticly, he strained against the ropes that bound him. Donny wasn’t a weak man. he was still young and pretty muscular himself. But that strength alone didn’t mean much when you were tied up. After several minutes of struggling and rolling on the bed, ever fearful his captor would come back, Donny was no closer to getting free then he had been before. When the man came back, Donny was still bound, gagged and helpless.
“Lucky for you I found the box. For all your skill as a thief, you suck as hiding stuff. Guess we could fix that problem. Guys like you can be made to be pretty compliant with the right motivation.”
Donny wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that! If the guy had his stupid lock box, why was he still here? What did he mean “Motivation”? What was this guy going to do? As he lay there, Donny felt totally exposed. Half naked except for a beat up pair of shorts, Donny knew if this guy tried anything, he couldn’t stop him. Though, Donny admitted to himself, being , XXXX was better then being XXXX off.
But the guy did neither. Instead Donny found himself being hog tied so that he was even more immobile.
“Here...”, the man said as he gave Donny a pat on the ass,”You have fun. And get used to being tied up and gagged a lot. being kept immobile is part of the indoctrination process!”
Donny was as confused as ever and even more frightened. This guy was obviously planning far more then a little fun at Donny’s expense.
“Mmmmmm! Mmmm!”Donny screamed through his gag as he bucked and rolled as much as the gag and bonds allowed. if only he could get somebody’s attention. Donny didn’t mind the police arresting him. That was a hell of a lot better then anything this guy must have had planned.
The man seemed amused by Donny’s panic as he took out a cell phone and hit the auto dial. “The package has been recovered. Plus a bonus prize. Yes. Anybody who can cut through our security so easy has got talent..... No, i don’t think liquidation is a good idea. We can use this..... Yes, the prize is already wrapped up and ready for delivery. I don’t think indoctrination should take too long. ...expect us shortly.”
The man hung up and keeled so he was eye level with Donny. Donny could only stare into the man’s cold eyes.
“You are a very lucky man. Normally a punk like you would be taken care of for causing us so much grief. But you got talent at getting into places and my employers can use talent like that. Actually, I should say, YOUR employers. Because now they are.”
“MMMMMMMM!!!!” Donny let out a long moan in protest, for all the good it would do.
The man laughed, “ Of course you are going to need a little attitude adjustment. but i will take care of that personally!” The man took out a large bag and began shoving Donny’s prostrate form into it.
And so Donny, break in artist, was taken in by the “Organization”.The end
Donny played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/29/2003
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XXXXping !01 by Kurt
28 photos; 4:11 video
Cliff sat on the edge of the bed where his two XXXXs had thrown him. He was still a little woozy from the chemical they had used on him, and his body ached from being crammed into a car trunk. As his senses cleared up, he took stock of his predicament. Yes, his father was rich, and Cliff was the black sheep of the family, but he had never really thought about being XXXX for ransom. Now he sat on a bed, tied up and blindfolded, wondering what would happen next.
"Take off his blindfold", he heard.
The red bandanna was removed from Cliff's eyes and dropped on the bed next to him. He blinked a few times then gasped involuntarily as he saw two men standing in front of him, both wearing ski masks that made them look even scarier. Cliff didn't want to show any fear, but he had to gulp a few times before he could speak.
"Who are you guys? What do you want...?" he squeaked, his voice sounding embarrassingly high-pitched.
"Shut up, kid," the taller one said, "Gag him!"
"No...please....", Cliff protested, as the shorter guy snatched up the bandanna that had been used to blindfold him. He watched as the man twirled the cloth in his hands, tying a thick knot in the middle of the cloth. He knelt behind Cliff on the bed.
"Open up, kid", he ordered.
As the taller XXXX aimed a pistol at his chest, Cliff knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth and grunted as the cloth knot was shoved in and the cloth was pulled and tied tightly behind his head.
"Urrgh...ummmppphh", Cliff moaned as he was XXXX to bite down on the cloth.
The one who had gagged him gave him a push, and Cliff toppled over onto the bed. "How's that, boss?" the gagger asked.
"It'll do for now. You gotta keep them gagged, or else they whine and complain a lot." "Got it", his partner said.
"Now get some more rope and tie up his feet and legs."
"Uh, oh, boss....""What?"
"I forgot to pick up that extra rope you told me to get before we snatched him."Cliff sighed with relief. He was already tied up pretty tightly, and he was glad there was no more rope to use on him.
"You do lt!" the leader sXXXXped angrily at his not too bright partner. "OK, here, use this duct tape."
"Yeah, OK, boss!"
Cliff cringed at the sound of the duct tape being stripped off the roll. But he lay still as it was wrapped around his jeans-covered ankles over and over, growing tighter and tighter, pressing his shins and ankles together.
"That OK, boss?"
Cliff was amazed. It almost seemed like the second XXXX was being trained by the XXXX-toting one. Maybe it was his first XXXXping, and he was learning how to restrain and gag a victim.
"Yeah, that'll do."
"We got him tied up good now, boss...hehe. He looks pretty cute like that!"
"It ain't meant to look cute, but he's a good looking kid, I admit. Nice chest on him."
Cliff groaned into his gag as the XXXXpers made these unwanted compliments about his physique.
"Boss, now that we got him, can I....."
"Yeah, go ahead, have some fun. We'll take the pictures later. I need a XXXX."
FUN?? Cliff moaned in XXXX as the shorter one climbed onto the bed next to him.
"Better gag him better if you're going to work him over," the boss said from the doorway.
"Yeah, boss, good idea." He picked up the roll of duct tape and tore off a strip, then plastered it over the cloth knot in Cliff's mouth.
Cliff lay still, petrified, as the XXXX lay behind him and reached around to stroke his well-sculpted, furry chest. He cringed as one hand began to fumble with the buttons on his jeans. DAMN!! Why had he decided to go commando that morning?
"MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!".
Model: played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/12/2009
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Baseball Bound
29 photos; 4:43 video
Baseball player played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production:10/15/2019 -
Straight Guy, Red Briefs
20 photos; 4:22 video
Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/13/2019 -
Awkward Position
21 photos; 3:21 video
BoundGuy played by David
Bad Guy played by Remy
Date of Production: 08/06/2019 -
The Great Outdoors
20 photos; 4:24 video
Cont'd from "Litter Bug"
Mark was carried deeper into the woods, even as he squirmed and twisted. The man who had XXXX him was pretty strong and easily carried Mark over his shoulder. Bound hand and foot, Mark could do very little to fight him beyond wiggle like a worm.
“Mmmmppphhh!”, Desperately Mark tried to get someone’s attention. He had heard other hikers earlier. But the gag over his mouth made saying anything a near impossibility.
And all because Mark had thrown a plastic bottle in the woods.
After a while, the man set Mark back down on his feet. His ankles bound, Mark couldn’t do much more then bunny hop around. He knew he could never out run the man.
The ropes binding Mark’s hands were checked, the knots tightened. The tape was surprisingly still clinging to Mark’s face despite all the sweat that ran down his face.
Mark glared at the man. The man’s response was totally not what Mark had expected. He pulled Mark’s shorts down, exposing the young man’s junk.
“Mmmmm!”, Mark protested, for all the good it did.
“Nice ass. I guess I could take my clean up fee out of that.” The man said and gave Mark a firm slap on his bare buttocks.
The man continued to treat Mark as if he was sizing up a side of beef, poking and stroking and grabbing at Mark’s private parts. Mark didn't’ like it one bit. He was also having a hard time keeping upright with all the struggling and poking that was going on.
Eventually the man seemed to tire of the game and stood back, allowing Mark’s unmentionables to dangle in the wind.
Mark made a half assed attempt at hopping away but he didn’t get two feet before the man grabbed him. Mark’s shorts were pulled back up to his relief. He was then pushed to the ground.
“Ok here’s the deal. I’m going to leave and come back in ten minutes. If you get loose, you had better not ever come back to these woods again. IF you’re not free when I come back. I have soem fun with that bubble ass of yours and teach you lesson about respecting our mother Earth”
The man then left Mark alone in the woods, bound and gagged.
Seeing this as his only chance, Mark began to work on the ropes that bound him.
As he struggled, Mark swore he would never litter again.
Fin
Mark played by Chad Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/15/2012
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Hotel Hood Handled by JMZ
30 photos; 4:25 video
He saw him from afar, but that’s all it took. He watched him study each booth carefully. He was intrigued by the way he carried himself. He was handsome and he wore those jeans well. He noticed how every other guy in the room took a second look at him as he walked by. He was perfect. Jake stalked the sexy stranger the entire day, and decided he had to have him. He walked a block behind him and was delighted to see he was staying at the local hotel; he was an out of towner. He wasn’t going to hurt him just explore him from head to toe, till he got what he wanted.
Robert noticed Jake following him and became instantly alarmed. He was used to the glances and smiles from others, but this guy seemed creepy. Robert made it to his hotel room and rushed to his suit case. He pulled out an object and waited. He heard the lock on his hotel room being picked and hid in the closet. He waited for him to pass then made his move.
Jake was startled by the hand tightly pressed against his mouth, and the cold hard steel being pressed against him. This is not what was supposed to happen. He was a bit aroused that the sexy stranger had gotten the jump on him. “What do you think you’re doing”, Robert asked. “I’m sorry man I don’t know what I was thinking, I just wanted to introduce myself”, Jake replied. “Well my friend let me introduce myself, I’m Robert and your fucked”, Robert said.
Robert tightly bound Jake’s wrists behind his back. Jake wondered what he was doing with rope and duct tape with him, and became alarmed. He began to yell as Robert slapped a piece on tape over his lips. The adhesive engulfed his nose and he began to cough. Jake struggled and the rope was tightly coiled around his hard thighs and butt. His legs were tightly bound together with expert precision. He struggled to no avail.
Robert marveled at his handiwork. He watched as Jake struggled hard and tried desperately to plea with him through the tape. He watched and wondered what to do next. He was tired from his long day and decided to think about it later. He pulled off his shoes and laid his tired feet on top of his bound and gagged would be captor. Jake gagged at the smell at the smell of Roberts sweat soaked socks. He pulled and tugged at the ropes hoping for some relief from the ropes. He fruitlessly tried to break free. Robert flipped on the television and watched the local news. Jake grunted and yelped as loud as possible, but it was no use.
Robert flipped channels a while longer and watched television disgusted by all the violence in the world. He wondered what had to change for life to be peaceful again. As Jake tried to push Roberts feet from his back and grunted in frustration Robert wondered to himself what he would have to dinner. He also thought to himself, what had the world come to that all these crazy people were running around the world. He dozed off as Jake whined and exhaustingly gave up his fruitless struggle.
The End
Jake played by Connor
Robert played by Cliff
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:05/29/2010
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Kent
20 photos
Model: Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/02/2007
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Grope
22 photos; 3:07 video
Model: Chad
Model: PAtrick Aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff
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Were You Trying to Escape? by TBBM
25 photos; 8:44 video
Troy was a slick player, the slickest there was out there. There wasn't anyone he couldn't outwit, any trick he couldn't pull off and no con was too big or small for him to try his hand at. Even those who looked like they would know better were often taken in by Troy's charms and sleight of hand.
Sometimes Troy would feel a little bad about the rich snobs that made up his marks but then he'd remember that not a single one of them amassed their fortune through honest means so stealing from them was poetic justice in its own way, even Troy himself was slowly becoming the very thing he had despised himself.
Another thing Troy didn't realize was that poetic justice worked both ways and one night after fleecing a retired couple most of their life insurance, Troy found himself at a bar enjoying some of his ill gotten gains.
A man had approached him at the bar and Troy had let his guard. Without realizing it himself, the same tricks Troy had used on so many people before were now being used on him but that was the least of Troy's problems when he failed to realize that his new best friend had slipped something into his drink and Troy began to lose consciousness.
When Troy woke up an hour later, he was no longer at the bar. He was somewhere else unknown to him, tied and gagged with socks sitting on a chair. He called out for help but no one answered. He looked around the room and knew that he had to try and escape as he had no intention of waiting to find out what was in store for him. Still not feeling entirely himself, Troy took a fall to the ground as he feebly tried to free himself but to no avail.
Eventually the man that had been with Troy in the bar and the one responsible for the latter's current predicament had returned, amused with Troy writhing on the floor and asking if he was trying to escape. Troy demanded answers and his captor was only too happy to oblige on giving them. It seemed that the last couple that Troy had conned a lot of money from were his parents and he was not pleased that his parents were disrespected in such a manner. Troy realised then that the people he conned had some mafia links and that his captor was told to make an example out of Troy. Troy gulped as his captor pulled his trousers down and asked if he was attached to his expensive suit.
No amount of sweet talking or begging was going to get Troy out of this mess. He could dread what was going to happen to him next.
Bound Guy played by Troy
Photography by CaitiffDate of production: 10/12/2019
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David Chair Tied
20 photos; 7:05 video
Model: David
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/16/2019 -
Layers
20 photos; 6:20 video
Gagged bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/16/2019 -
Hot Shot Bound
26 photos; 5:11 video
Hot Shot Pilot crashed deep in enemy terratory.
Hot Shot Piliot playe dby Mike
Photography by Caitiff
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Worked Over by Caitiff
26 photos; 4:42 video
There he was again. Steve. Everyday Steve came to the office gym. And everyday I had to hear him brag: about how much he could lift and how many sales he had made and how he was going to win the company olympics and get that trip to Maui this year.
To make matters worse he always did win the company olympics. Well, not this year he wasn’t.
It was late when Steve finished up at the gym. There was only me and him left in the building.
“Working out late?, Steve asked, a sneer on his face.
“Yeah. Gotta keep in shape you know.”, I replied. Actually I had just gotten back from the lock smith after stealing Steve;s house keys, copying them and then putting the originals back in his gym bag.
“Oh well good luck at the olympics tomorrow. “ and Steve laughed as he left, knowing I didn't’ have a chance against him.
Jerk.
Steve went home where, from what I knew of his schedule, he would continue working out a little while more before going to bed.
Silently I snuck into Steve’s apartment, clad ina mask to hide my identity. Sure enough I could hear him grunting in another room. Oblivious as I crouched low, Steve could put up only a token resistance as I XXXX his handsome face in the chemical soaked cloth I had brought for just this occasion.
Steve went down and I went to work. First I removed Steve’s shirt. Steve was an arrogant asshole but he was also a really hot arrogant asshole. For an older guy he was still in nice shape and I took some pleasure in fondling his beefy chest, knowing how much he would have hated being groped by another man if he had been conscious. I also took off his shoes, admiring his beautiful feet. I briefly considered stripping my hunky hostage compeletly naked but when Steve began to groan weakly I realised I only had so much time.
Quickly I tied Steve’s feet together with coils of rope. I finished his legs with more rope at the knees. Those classes in japanese rope bondage were finally going to pay off!
Next I bound Steve’s broad chest with more black rope, nice and snug.
Finally I tied his hands to his side. I suppose I could have tied them together behind his back but I really wanted to be able to flip him over from the front and back in case I needed too. It would be hours before I would need ot be at the park top compete and I had wanted to take Steve down a notch or seven for some time now.
Steve began to make low moans as the XXXX wore off. To keep him quiet I gagged him tightly with a bandanna stuffed into his smart mouth.
While Steve slowly regained consciousness, I ransacked the apartment so it would look like a robbery. With the mask I wore, Steve would never know it was me. All he would know was some crazy and clearly perverted burglar had broken in, tied him and then had his way with him.
I would then leave Steve bound and gagged as I left for the company olympics.
As Steve slowly woke up, I could only hope that my partner would be as successful as me.
To Be Continued?
Steve played by Hank
The Envious CoWorker played by Slade
Photography by SladeDate of Production:02/24/2012
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The Undiplomatic Pouch by Soft touch
24 photos
Ilya Nastova started off this day very proud and very happy. All of the men in Ilya’s family going back for five generations had been Border Guards, and today Ilya was a Border Guard, too. And so he was very excited when the man opened up his suitcase and revealed that it was full of ropes. This was definitely suspicious so he escorted the man politely into the private search area to learn more about him.
Unfortunately Ilya was so excited that he never noticed a second man following him and the other man into the enclosure. Ilya’s first clue that he had made a major mistake was when he heard a quiet footstep behind him and then felt something like a bee sting close to his back pocket. And then even before Ilya had a chance to cry out in surprise, a strong arm wrapped around his chest and a big hand clamped itself over his mouth. And then Ilya heard a very frightening whisper in his ear.
“Do not try to resist us, young man. I have just given you a very fast acting hypnotic XXXX. Your body will no longer obey your commands. It will only obey my commands.”
It was true. Already Ilya could feel like hot flashes coursing through his body and his head was feeling so light like that one time he had tried a little vodka with his friends.
“Walk with us now,” the strange voice commanded and Ilya’s legs started moving as he walked calmly with the two men out of the enclosure and then through the terminal. Part of Ilya’s brain wanted to shout or to do something to attract attention to the two men, but he found it impossible to even open his mouth without being commanded to do so. And then a very short time Ilya’s cloudy mind recognized that they were now in another security enclosure somewhere inside the diplomatic area.
Then Ilya saw one of the men open his suitcase and take out some ropes while the other man whispered into Ilya’s ear. “We are now going to tie you up. You will find the whole experience quite pleasurable.”
And that was true, too. As the two men moved close to his body and began to wrap their ropes around him, Ilya felt his cheeks beginning to blush and his body started to tremble just like the first night when he held Marina’s hand. And the tighter they wrapped those strong ropes around him, the more excited and warm Ilya felt.
And then Ilya gasped and almost fainted because the bigger of the two men was running his big hands over Ilya’s pockets and touching him here and there until he finally drew the big handkerchief that Ilya carried for luck out of Ilya’s pocket and then breathed into Ilya’s ear “This will do nicely.”Then the man ran the handkerchief through his fingers and pressed the soft band of cloth gently against Ilya’s lips and Ilya couldn't help himself. He parted his lips and let the man slip that band of cloth into his mouth because Ilya needed to feel the softness of that cloth against his lips and his tongue.
The strange XXXX that they had given him was beginning to wear off a little now so that Ilya could hear a voice inside his brain screaming at him “You can't let them do this to you! You have to fight back!”
But Ilya still found it impossible to resist as the two men moved his bound body into a corner. “That’s right, young man,” the big man told him. “You are doing very well. Now I want you to get down on your knees. Yes, that’s good. Now I want you to stay right here while we make your travel arrangements.”
“Travel arrangements…? What kind of travel? Where are they taking me?” Ilya’s brain screamed as his mouth sucked hard on his soggy gag. And then like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, the hazy lazy feeling of the XXXX lifted off of Ilya’s body and for the first time he realized the dangerous predicament he had been placed in.
He had to get out of here! So Ilya began to twist his hands against the tight ropes and wiggled and strained his body at the ropes that were hugging him all over. Soon he lost his balance and fell over onto the hard floor, but that wasn't enough to stop him.
Ilya didn't know how much time he had, but he guessed that he didn't have long. So he strained and struggled to somehow get his fingers on the tight rope knots and he also began pushing his tongue hard against the tightly tied band of cloth that was dividing his mouth in the hope that he might be able to call for help.
And then he finally managed to touch the knots with his fingers and he could feel the tight cloth starting to loosen in his mouth. If only—
“Well young man, I am pleased to see that you are so athletic,” the big man laughed at him.
Ilya’s hopes crashed as he saw the two men towering over him again.
“Everything has been arranged for you. You will of course be traveling under the protection of our diplomatic pouch so that no one can interfere with you. And once we board our transportation I will be giving you a little something so that you can XXXX all the way. Won't that be nice?”
Ilya moaned into his gag.
“Oh don't look so sad, my young friend. We have found you a very nice place up in the mountains where no one will ever find you. There will be goats for you to herd in the summer and wood for you to cut in the winter. It will be very pleasant. And don't worry, after a little selective surgery, you will still be smarter than the goats.”
Ilya moaned again and there were tears in his eyes. He didn't even like goats.THE END
Ilya Nastova played by Patrick
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 06/06/2006
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Humbled by Caitiff
36 photos; 6:17 video
Humbled by Caitiff
Tonight my boss, Mr. McBride, was going to get his. I had become so tired of his bull shit: making me work late, messing up my schedule, blaming me when things went wrong.
I didn’t know what to do at first. I needed this job. But I my boss made one mistake. Keeping me in late to file meant I eventually noticed that he was extorting the company. I guess I could have turned him in but I wanted some pay back.
One friday night I broke into McBride’s house. He lived alone. I found him snoring on the bed. Rope in hand I pounced on his,
“What the..Mmmmm!”, McBride was so surprised he didn’t have a chance. I used the rope to tie his hands tightly behind his back.
“You! What the hell are you doing? When I get free you are so fired!”, Mcbride yelled at me. I just smiled and pulled out a ball gag. I was tired o his mouth. He could suck on that rubber ball for a while. If he was good, maybe I would let him suck on something else later on.
I got out more rope as McBride tossed and turned. I soon had his feet and knees bound up as well. He glared at me, making small angry moans behind his gag.
I watched my hostage struggle for a while. He bucked and tossed and struggled but never even came close to getting free. I admit I was enjoying the show. The man was far too arrogant.. He had needed to be humbled for a long time now. I was thrilled it was me that got to do it.
I pulled out the files I had been gathering. It didn’t take long for McBride to understand that he was fucked in more ways then one.
“Ok this is the deal. I have copies. Even if you go back later it’s too later to cover this up. So I can leave you here and let you call the police when you get free. But they will get a little package from me when they do. Or you can make me happy and do whatever I want. Which do you choose.”
The look McBride’s face told me what I wanted to know. This guy wouldn’t last two seconds in jail. He felt he had a better chance with me.
Dumb on his part but it was the decision I wanted him to make. I didn’t just want revenge. I wanted d him. McBride had always had a really nice ass and now I had it all to myself, to do with as I pleased.
But first..
I pulled down his shorts to expose a raging hard on. Though McBride glared at me furiously, his dick was saying something different. I was beginning to think he liked being tied up, gagged and humiliated. I would use that.
I pulled down his shorts some more to get al look at that ass I had been dreaming about. Sure enough it was nice and round and just aching to be abused.
I gave it a good slap, enjoying the sound it made as well as the reaction I got from McBride.
I was loving this, playing with my new toy. A few stroke here got his red face and frustrated. A slap there made him cry out and beg. I was totally enjoying finding out what buttons did what.
Eventually I untied his hands but only to re tie them to the bed post. I had chosen a friday for a reason. I had peaked at Mr. Bride’s rolodex. He had had nothing planned. So no one would disturb us.
Just to show my generosity, I replaced the uncomfortable ball gag with some tape that I slapped over his mouth, taking delight in smoothing out the creases. Eventually I blind folded him the same way and let him get some XXXX.
He would need all the rest he could get.
The End
McBride played by Cliff
|Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:08/14/2010
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Lapse in Security
20 photos; 5:44 video
Bound Guard played by Rex
Intruder played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 08/31/2019
