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
20 photos; 3:50 video
Roger was trying to chill. He still had his rugby game today and he needed to get some me time before he had to deal with a bunch of sweaty guys grabbing at him. The was mindless entertainment.
Suddenly a sound like the front door opening startled him. Roger wasn’t expecting anyone. They should have XXXX in any case.
Roger went to the front of the house. The door was closed by slightly ajar. There was no one outside that Roger could see.
Must have been the wind, Roger thought. Sometimes the door blew open if he forgot to lock it. He would have ot be more careful. Who knew what crazy might come into his house if they saw the door open.
Roger closed the door and turned to go back to his book. He didn’t have a chance of seeing the masked intruder as he leapt from the closet.
“Mmmm?!”, Roger was taken completely by surprise as a damp chemical filled cloth was shoved over his mouth and nose. The foul fumes crept down his throat.
“Mmmmmpphhh!
Roger tried to fight his attacker. However the masked man had a grip like a vice. Roger was hardly a weakling. He worked out and played rugby. But no matter how hard he struggled, Roger couldn’t break free. worse, Roger could feel his strength ebbing away as the XXXX out XXXX in the cloth began to work through his system.
Roger went down slowly but surely. The masked man continued ot hold onto his victim as Roger slumped to the floor, unconscious.
The intruder knew he didn't’ have much time. The intruder grabbed Roger under the arms and dragged his insensate form tot he couch.
Roger was lifted onto the couch.
Now the fun begins, the Intruder thought. Producing coils of thick black rope, the Intruder pulled Roger’s arms behind his back. Rope was tied tightly around Roger’s wrists. When he awoke, Roger would have a lot of trouble using his hands.
Next came the feet. Roger was still wearing his knee highs for Rugby. As with Roger’s wrists, the Intruder tightly bound the young man’s ankles. Coils of thick black rope soon were wrapped around Roger’s socked feet.
Satisfied with his rope work, the Intruder then went to the next part. The gag was always his favourite though the fun wouldn't’ occur until his victim woke up. A piece of tape was plastered over Roger’s mouth.
The first part of the job was done. Roger was bound hand and foot, gagged with tape. Now to wait for the XXXXs that had XXXX Roger out to wear off. The part where the victim woke up, to discover himself tied up and helpless, was always the best part of the job.
To Be Continued
Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
To Be Continued
Date of Production: 09/25/10
34 photos
I love her. I always have. I know if she knew my feelings she would re think this whole wedding. I have been in love with her since Tony brought her to my party. The trouble being she was with him. For two years I have pined after her. I love Tony like my own brother. I would never intentionally hurt him. I just can’t hide my feelings any longer. This is my last chance to tell her how I feel. She getting married today and I know its cliché, but I just need her to know.
I XXXX on her dressing room door, my hands were sweaty and shaking as the door opened. She looked like an angel in her white dress. I wish it were me she was marrying. “Hi Mark what are you doing here”, she asked? Becky I need to talk to you”, I said my voice quivering. “Becky for a long time I’ve had feelings for you and I need you to know how I feel”, I cried. “Please don’t do this Mark, your confused”, she yelped.
“I’m sorry But I love you”, I cried. “You can’t do this on my wedding day”, she yelled. As the words fell out of her mouth a man sitting in the corner I had not noticed stood up from a chair. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing son”, her father yelled. “I’m sorry sir but I love your daughter”, I said. “Stop saying that “, she screamed. “Daddy”, she cried. With these words he was upon me.
He dragged me kicking down to the basement. He wasn’t going to let me ruin his daughter’s big day. Mr. Jacobs please you don’t have to do this”, I yelled. “I’m sorry son I can’t let you do this, I just need you out of the way until after the wedding”, he said. “You’re a good guy but this is wrong and you need to cool down and think a while about what you’re doing”, he said in a sympathetic voice. He pulled my arms behind my back and he started with the rope.
He tied me up tight. He snaked the rope around my writs and knotted it tightly. He pulled my ankles together and did the same. I fought against my binds, but could not loosen the rope. He put strips of silver duct tape sealed my lips together. I didn’t mean any harm I just had to let her know. Here I was tied up with my mouth taped shut and my heart breaking. My dress socks slid against each other as I tried to break my ankles free. In my struggle I didn’t see Mr. Jacobs approaching me. “Again I’m sorry Mark”, he said. He pulled me onto a chair and with a swift tear placed tape over my eyes.
“MMMPPPHHH”, I grunted from my sealed mouth. I tugged and pulled with all the strength my body could muster. Sweat trickled from my brow and loosened the adhesive that blinded me. I was able to rub the tape loose and off my eyes.
I heard the music start as I vainly tried to loosen the tape from my mouth. I fought like I never have before. I had to get up to the garden and stop the wedding. I know she loves me back, she never denied it. She never said she didn’t love me she just cried for me to stop saying it. Her father was right I needed time to reflect, she must love me too.
I was running on adrenaline. My weak body struggled to get to its feet. My love for her was not going to be hindered by rope and duct tape. “MMMPPPHHH”, I grunted.
I hopped to the basement door and began a new struggle. I fought with the latch and was able to jar the door open. I began my hop put the door and up the stairs. As I did the wedding march began. I was going to stop this wedding if it took every ounce of life out of me. If her father catches me before I make it, my life may be the price.
The End
Mark played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/23/2007
14 photos; 5:50 video
Model:Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/15/2008
31 photos; 4:06 video
"I hope you don't mind," Bill says, "if I run the vacuum cleaner in here?"
"Nah," says Cal. "It won't bother me at all. See, when I mute the TV, it switches to captions." Cal demonstrated, operating the remote with a flourish.
"Can I get you anything? A beer? Maybe fluff your pillow?"
Cal raises an eyebrow at his cousin's tone.
"Were you planning to do anything at all today?"
"Nope. Just hang around the house and watch the tube. It's Saturday, isn't it?"
"And you remember what we agreed to if you're going to sit around my house and do nothing?"
Cal scrunches his eyebrows, puzzled. And then he remembers and pretends to frown. "Oh, no," he complains.
"Oh, yes," insists Bill. "You're welcome to hang around the house while I'm doing weekend chores, but you have to do it on my terms."
"Shit," says Cal.
"Shit, yeah," agrees Bill. "If you're going to do nothing, you can do nothing with your ass tied up! If you're not going to help, you can at least have a reason for lying around like a useless lump."
Cal is almost insulted, but he is also almost grieved. He well knows that his fair-haired cousin is a control freak. Bill had been tying him up since they both were kids. The hell of it was that was usually all that his cousin wanted to do. Cal would get trussed up like a turkey, and then Bill would just go about his business – mostly ignoring him. It was… old, but there was the chance…
Cal slowly nods, yielding.
"Good," says Bill as he reaches for the gym bag in the corner.
Cal sighs as he rolls over and puts his hands behind his back. Maybe, he thinks, if he didn't make a scene, Bill wouldn't want to strip him down to his drawers. (Not that Cal was wearing any drawers.)
Bill had wanted do that very late on the night of their high school graduation. He had driven from two counties over to grab Cal away from his own school friends. They drove to the boat ramp, or where the boat ramp would be when Lake Oconee finally filled. (The Army Corp of Engineers was anything if not confident.) The place was quiet, still, and deserted.
There his cousin had plied him with drink – vodka and orange juice in octagonal plastic tumblers – and cigarettes. They listened to soft 90's pop on the CD player, talked, smoked, and drank. It was a hot, humid night, and Bill suggested they'd be more comfortable in their underwear.
Then, of course, Bill wanted to tie him up.
In the Camaro.
In his underwear.
While Cal was drunk.
Why not?
Cal submitted. He got his hands tied behind his back and his ankles lashed. Bill half-man-handled him, half-assisted him to the front seat. Then he buckled Cal up and looped Cal's belt loosely around the headrest. Cal was trapped, bound helplessly in his cousin's car. He had a good buzz, and he watched as Bill shimmied back into his trousers and pulled his tee shirt over his head.
Cal looked down, not at all surprised that his unpredictable member was becoming engorged. Surely, he thought, that Bill would notice. Then he wondered what would happen next.
To Cal's chagrin, Bill did not appear to notice. Instead he drove to the marina (which the water had already reached) and sloppily, but happily, bought two six packs of Bud. Then they drove to the middle of a cotton field, and Bill leaned Cal against the side of the car.
Cal reflected that Bill was on such a power trip that he had held the beer bottles up to Cal's lips and urged him to drink.
These musings run through Cal's mind as his cousin tightly binds Cal's wrists and then moves to his ankles.
Cal doesn't remember exactly how it happened, but soon he was being nuzzled by his cousin. Bill had shed his tee shirt, but not his pants. Cal felt his cousin's warmth close beside, radiating to his chest, felt his cousin's blond stubble against his cheeks. In his bondage and restraint, he leaned into his cousin's embrace, and his shorts tented at the contact.
And Bill noticed.
To Cal's utter shock and utterly pleasant surprise, on this, the night of the beginning of their voyage to adulthood, Bill pulled away, yanked down Cal's shorts, and began to give Cal slow, unpracticed, but enthusiastic head.
The nip was on Cal's buzz. The night breeze was warm on his shoulders and belly. He didn't mind being bound and gagged, with he thought, his cousin's sock, but he desperately wanted his cousin to continue.
In the present time, Bill is looping Cal's feet together.
But in the not-so-distant past, Cal was slowly getting off. His come was trapped inside, where the vodka and the beer were alight.
Bill had already looked up at him, incredulously, wondering if Cal was too drunk to get off.
He wasn't, and he proved it. Cal arched his back and rose to tiptoe. Bill went up with him, still voraciously sucking, like a remora on a shark, hanging on, determined not to give up on his cousin.
His reward was a thrust of hot cum into the back of his throat. Cal had two more in him, and then he sagged so suddenly against his restraints that Bill put a cautioning, stabilizing hand on his shoulder. Bill continued to ride until the last shudder.
And Cal simply thought that he smoked. Something pyrotechnic had happened. He felt the embers fade, and he tried to hold onto them. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to hold on until he was left with only char. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at his grinning cousin.
"Was it all right?" Bill asked, and Cal had nodded mutely. He thought it was one of the most "all right" things he'd ever experienced.
Fast-forward to the present. It's spring break, and instead of heading to the beach or to his folk's house, Cal is at Bill's, submitting to bondage.
Let Bill run the vacuum and do the laundry. Cal is mostly okay about lying around hog-tied on his cousin's bed. Cal can take it. He will willingly submit, because he knows that it's only for a few hours… and then Bill would get carnal on his ass.
Cal squirms, knowing that his unpredictable member would make him uncomfortable shortly.
But he also knows now that his cousin would notice.
And fireworks will ensue, if only he were patient.
Cal wants those fireworks. They are why he came.
The end.
Cal played by Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/30/2007
31 photos
You can call me Boot because I’m brand new in the Navy and I don’t know nothing about nothing nautical.
That’s why when that big piece of equipment slipped off of the rope and crashed down to the floor and our Chief screamed “Who tied that knot?” I had to put my hand up.
“Very well, Boot” he sneered at me. “You can see me in the Paint Locker after chow!”
“Aye, aye Sir,” I answered like they taught us. Paint Locker…? What the hell was a Paint Locker? I had to ask some of my new friends and they all kind of laughed at me because some of them had been down in the Paint Locker before.
It turned out that the Paint Locker was down in the basement under our barracks. It was a creepy old place with lots of junk everywhere and maybe a rat or two hiding out somewhere. I went down the old steps and found our Chief waiting for me down there. He was going to teach me my knots if it took him all night.
I was still looking at the ropes he had in his hands and trying to figure out what he was going to do with them when I realized that now both of my hands were tied behind my back and there was this cruel rope harness all around my stomach and over my shoulders.
“This is a sheet-bend. It’s good for tying two lines together,” the Chief went on in his raspy sing-song voice. “And this is a square knot. It’s good for tying limbs and braces together. Don’t never let me see you tying no Grannies.”
Tying up Grannies…? What was he talking about? I never tied up anybody and I surely wouldn't tie up somebody’s Grandmother.”
“Wait a minute Chief…uh…Sir. I don’t think you can tie me up like this. I’m not sure, but I think it might be against the U. C. M. J—Mmmph!”
All of a sudden he plastered this big strip of Navy gray duct tape all over my mouth. I tried moving my lips but now they were all stuck together with sticky tape and now all I could do was grunt and hum while the Chief looked at me with a big smile.
“And this is duct tape. It’s just the think for keeping young ducks like you from quacking too much.”
It was right about then that I started to get a really sick feeling in my stomach. Here I was all tied up so I couldn't move my arms at all, and now I was trapped down in this dark basement with a crazy Knot Man and I couldn't even yell for help. He could keep me down here forever! Who would know?
He pushed me down onto a chair. “Don’t go nowhere. We need more rope.”
As soon as his back was turned, I began struggling against those sheet-bends and square knots, trying to pull my hands and my arms free from them, but it was no good.
“Studying those knots Boot?” The Chief was back with a lot more rope. “On your feet!”
He pulled me to my feet and then wrapped some more rope over my chest and arms. Then he turned me around and pushed me back against this big upright and went on wrapping rope all around my thighs and calves. Quicker than somebody could sound “Liberty Call!” I found myself tightly tied to that upright and standing at Attention.
I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all and I tried to tell him so with every kind of grunt and hum I could make behind that sticky tape, but he just laughed at me.
“All right, I’m going to bed down the rest of the flock. You study up on those knots, you hear?”
I watched him go back up those creaky steps. Then I strained and I struggled as hard as I could, but no matter how hard I tried, those ropes just got tighter and tighter. And then he was back.
“You're a regular wiggle worm. Okay worm, down on the ground!”
Next thing I knew he had me down on that cold hard floor and he was wrapping and tying more ropes around me. Now my legs and my ankles were all tied up together. Then he XXXX off my hat and pushed me over onto the floor.
“Study those knots Boot. I'll be back.”
I struggled around for a bit, and then I tried rubbing the tape on my mouth against the floor, but that didn't work. And then I saw the door. I didn't know where that door led to, but it had to go somewhere. If I could get through it, maybe I could find some help.
“I was wrong Boot. You're not a worm, you're a regular snake. Well, I can fix that,” the old Chief growled at me.
First he bent me almost in half and tied a lot more rope around my wrists and my ankles and then more between the two until the weight of my legs was trying to pull my poor shoulders out of their sockets. Then he tied another rope around my legs and lashed it to that big upright like a doggy leash.
This here is a bowline, Boot, remember that. It’s just the thing for tying things down or keeping slippery snakes like you where I want them to be.”
Then he disappeared again. I tried in every way I could think of to get myself free from those ropes. I tried pulling on them, I tried letting them go really slack, and I even tried picking at the knots with my fingers, but nothing seemed to work. Then way off in the distance somewhere I could hear the faint sound of a bugle blowing Taps.
Then the Chief’s heavy steps came down the stairs to me. “You hear that, Boot? That means lights out so I'll see you again in the morning. Oh, and if you hear some of those little skittering sounds, that’s just our rats. They generally come out after Lights Out to see if I've left them anything to eat.”
Rats! I grunted and hummed and really moaned behind my taped lips for the Chief not to leave me this way. But he just laughed as he went back up those creaky stairs. Then all of the lights went out. And then I heard all of these little skittering noises somewhere out there in the darkness all around me.
THE END
Boot played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/04/2004
24 photos; 10:19 video
Model: Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/01/2012
22 photos; 3:52 video
The Nabbed Dilf played by Cliff
The Nabber played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
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Date of Production: 06/16/2018
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The Rude Victim played by Rex
The Irate Worker played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/15/2018