32 photos; 8:29 video
Cont'd from "On Ice"
It had been weeks since Rex's little mistake that almost cost him his life. He was hired by the Mayor to track down and gather evidence against notorious crime boss, Mister X. He received a trip from anonymous tip and went to meet the contact. He fell into an obvious trap and was XXXX.
While tied up, Rex discovered that his XXXX was none other than the mayor himself. Unfortunately he never found out why the mayor himself hired Rex to find evidence on on his alter ego, because he was able to free himself and escape.
Rex was laying low for a couple of weeks and gathered as much info as he could. He wasn't going to be fooled twice. He was going to be more careful this time. So when the time was finally right, he made a phone call. “Yeah dude. You ready to do this?” Rex said over the phone. He continued the conversation for twenty minutes, then hung up the phone.
Rex got changed and got ready. He left his apartment to go settle the score. He drove to the place where he was kept captive. Rex knew this was the best place to start looking for clues. He pulled out his XXXX and went to the back door. Silently, he crept up to the back door. It was, surprisingly, unlocked. So he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
As he crept through the house he could tell that no one was home. “That's good.” he thought. “Now I can snoop in private.” Rex found a room with a desk and some file cabinets in it. The perfect place to find some hard evidence against the Mayor. Just when he started to go through the papers on the desk, he was hit on the back of the head with a blunt object. Rex fell to the ground with a thud.
When Rex awoke he, once again, was tied up and blindfolded. His hands were tied behind his back, but his feet weren't tied. Before he could even think about running away, he felt a hand cover his mouth while another hand grabbed him from behind. Rex struggled to get away but to no avail. He felt a long piece of cloth slide between his lips and go behind his head, gagging him. He could hear his captor walk away then come back. Rope was being coiled around his ankles and just below the knees. More rope was added around his chest, effectively tying him to the chair.
He could hear the footsteps walk away again. Rex struggled against the ropes trying to get out. This only made the ropes tighter on his chest. The ropes dug into his muscles. What Rex didn't know is that his captor was still in the room, enjoying the view. This was now the second time he caught the allusive wild detective.
As much as he was enjoying the show, it was time to get down to business. He walked over to Rex and lowered his blindfold. Rex's vision slowly came into focus to reveal, not to his surprise, the Mayor.
“Now, now, now. Let's not start this off with such aggression.” the Mayor said snidely. Rex yelled through the gag trying to get the attention of anyone around. The Mayor walked behind Rex and added another gag over the existing gag. Still Rex yelled. “Hmm not quite there on the volume.” the Mayor said as he pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around Rex's head. The noise coming out of Rex's mouth was barely audible.
“Much better. Now you just sit there while I go make the bedroom ready to keep you restrained.” the Mayor said. Rex tried to kick him but the ropes kept him at bay. The Mayor gave him the finger as we walked to the other room.
Rex began struggling harder and harder against the ropes. The chair had wheels on it, so he began to rock back and forth trying to get to the window. He brushed his head against the blinds trying to see if he could signal anybody, but it was dark out and no one was around in site. He worked on getting the gag out of his mouth and finally succeeded. “I am going to kick your ass when I get out of here.” Rex said. He began rocking back and forth again trying to get to the desk. He had to find something to cut these ropes with.
He finally made his way over to the desk and looked around. The closest to the edge was his wallet with a chain attached. The psycho took his wallet when he was XXXX out. He began to wonder what else the Mayor did to him, as he reached for the wallet. It wasn’t easy, but he was able to move the wallet to the edge and get it into his hands. He tried to rub the chain against the ropes when he accidentally dropped it.
Rex groaned. However that’s when he saw the scissors on the desk. “That's perfect.” he thought. He tried to reach for the scissors. “It's so far away!” he cried and chuckled because of his own predicament. Using his new found freedom from the gag, he used his mouth to move the newspaper and get the scissors closer until he finally got the scissors into his lap. He maneuvered the scissors, with his legs, into a position so that he cut the ropes on his thighs.
Rex had been so busy that he didn't notice the Mayor come up behind him and hand gag him. The Mayor grabbed the scissors from Rex's lap and held it to his next. Rex sat still, worried for his life.
The Mayor slowly removed his hand and walked to the corner of the room.
“Why are you doing this?” Rex asked. “Why did you hire me to find evidence on yourself?”
“Oh where do I begin?” the Mayor started. “Well you, sir, have been putting away too many of my colleagues. So I devised a plan to XXXX you and sell you to the highest bidder. You made an awful lot of enemies. Enemies that want you dead. At least that was the original plan. Then you had to go and escape.”
“So this is all because I got too good at my job?” Rex asked.
“Exactly. Well, apparently, you didn't get good enough. I caught you twice now.” the Mayor gloated.
“But how did you know I would come here?”
“You know that friend you called earlier today? Your friend on the force? I have half the police force on my payroll. Especially the chief of police.” the Mayor said with an evil grin. “Your friend works for me.”
“I don't believe it. He was my best friend!” Rex expressed. “Wait, you mentioned that was the original plan. Whats the plan now?”
“Hmmm, well after seeing you tied up for the second time, I have to admit that I like what I see. So I'm going to keep you. And the bed is ready now, so I'll just wheel you over there and get you all situated the way I want you.”
SLAM!!! The front door busted open and four SWAT members came rushing through. “DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!” They pointed their assault rifles at the Mayor and he did as he was told. He was quickly handcuffed while Rex was being untied by a member of the SWAT team.
“This was a sting operation?” The Mayor asked angrily.
“I knew you couldn't resist gloating. So I let myself be captured. I was the bait. By the way, my friend doesn't work for you. He's been working undercover to take you down.” Rex explained. “And now that you've confessed your misdeeds, I finally have enough to take you down.”
“Good luck getting it stick. I'm not talking.”
“I don't need you to talk anymore. I got it all on tape.” “How? I searched you thoroughly.” the Mayor asked.
Rex stood up, newly freed from his bondage, and reached into his pants and pulled out a microphone. “Not thoroughly enough apparently. Had it in my crotch the whole time. That's how the Swat team knew when to rush in. Now get him out of here.” The Swat members dragged the Mayor away. “Well that's case closed. Now that the Mayor is
going to be incarcerated, I can look through all these files and find all the crooked police officers and take them out as well. Onto the next case.”
Case Closed.
Rex played by: Himself
The Mayor played by: Nick007
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/04/2013
25 photos; 5:16 video
Whump Whump Thwup TWUMP! Tony tried muffling the sound of the music with his pillow but it didn't’ work at all. The noise from upstairs drove through the ceiling and into Tony’s head like a drill.
Every night Tony’s neighbours upstairs blasted loud music from above to the wee hours of the morning. Finally Tony had had enough. He got up from his bed, grabbed some tape on his table and rushed upstairs.
Tony didn't even stop to think how crazy he was acting. He was far too angry and tired. He XXXX on his neighbour Julio’s door. As soon as the much smaller Julio opened his door, Tony was upon him. Poor Julio never had a chance.
Julio soon found his hands taped tightly behind his back.
“Hey! Stop that ..MMMPPH!”, Julio’s words were cut off as Tony wedged a dirty cloth between his teeth. Julio’s eyes flashed anger over the gag.
Not satisfied, Tony soon cocooned Julio in more tape. Julio had never seen so much tape and not it was constraining him tightly. To make sure that the gag stayed in his captive’s mouth, Tony wrapped more tape around poor Julio’s mouth. Faint whines was all that could escape from behind the tight gag. It was a lot more enjoyable the horrible music Julio had been playing only a little while before.
“Now what should we do with you?”, Tony said to his hostage. But before he could think of anything, Tony heard the door open. Mike, Julio’s boyfriend, was home.
Tony was already well hidden in the back bedroom before Mike could see him. Instead he saw Julio wrapped up in tape and gagged, sitting in the living room.
“What the hell is this?”, Mike stood dumbfounded. Julio desperately tried to warn him as Tony snuck up from behind. However, Julio could not make his words come out through the gag.
“Gotcha!”, Tony said as he grabbed Mike and held him fast. Mike struggled but he was no match for the much bigger and beefier Tony.
Having already gotten his technique down with Julio, Tony had Mike bound and gagged in to time. Just like with Julio, Mike had his hands bound behind his back with tape. Then a bandanna was shoved into his mouth with more tape sealing it in.
Tony was not done however. He still had a lot more tape and it wasn’t as if his two captives were going anywhere.
Layer after layer of duct tape was soon covering the two men, binding them together into a nice neat little package.
Tony was now satisfied. The music was off and his neighbours were more quiet then they had ever been before.
“Ok So I am going now. You two stay nice and quiet or else I may just come back up here.”, Tony twirled his still rather large roll of tape. “I have a lot more where this came from!”
Tony then left to finally get some XXXX. Julio and Mike meanwhile could only watch in silence. For them it would be a long and uncomfortable night.
The End
Mike played by Cliff
Julio played by JMZ T
ony played by Craig
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/10/2010
30 photos
Thank God, Charlie thought, the bozo was finally leaving. His legs were getting numb from sitting in the car for so long, and he was getting really tired of pissing into a bottle. Surveillance sucked, but it was part of the job, and he had bills that needed to be paid. This assignment was proving to be a little more interesting than he had initially thought it would be. Interesting, but a bit scary too. This guy was up to some creepy stuff, more than just stealing secrets from Alphamax Corporation. He had some really weird friends - friends who belonged to some nasty, violent fringe groups. Once he had realized whom he was dealing with, he had been particularly careful – he even had back up this time. He was itching to get into Russell Franklin’s house, but he decided to wait just a few more minutes. He knew that he could be in all kinds of trouble if he got caught. Franklin was dangerous, and the if the cops caught him….he could lose his license.
Ugh, but he was stiff. Charlie stretched a bit, looking around him to make sure that no one was observing his actions. The street was quiet; he had made sure that he parked as far away from the streetlights as was possible. Now seemed to be a good time to make his move. Crouching down, shielded by the hedge, he made his way down the side of the house to the back door. He waited for a few minutes. He didn’t hear anything. Now for the hard part. He was pretty certain Franklin didn’t have an alarm system, but having to come to know this guy, and the scary group that he hung out with, it was possible that the door had some kind of booby trap. Plus, his lock-picking skills were a little rusty. It had been awhile since he had to do this.
Aha, he was in! Charlie looked around the kitchen; this probably wasn’t the best place to start looking for information. Turning on his flashlight, he made his way further into the house. Hmm, this chest of drawers looked interesting; Franklin must have left in hurry- papers were strewn all over the floor in front of the chest. Charlie picked one up. HOLY SHIT! This stuff was red-hot! He had to call the FBI, the CIA, the…Charlie’s mind went blank as he thought of other agencies he should inform. This stuff was way out of his league. He would just take a few pics of this documentation and…he felt an explosion of pain in his head and everything went black.
"Wake up, you stupid dick. Wake up."
"Whhhattt?" Damn, it hurt, What had happened. Before the fog had cleared someone grabbed his head and shook it. Oh shit, it felt as if his head was going to fall off. He tried to focus his eyes. Ooops, he was in BIG trouble. Russell Franklin stood in front of him, smirking. Charlie tried to get up, and then realized that he was tied to a chair.
"You pissant little…MMMPHHHH!" Franklin slapped a hand over Charlie’s mouth, and squeezed his cheeks, tight.
"Gee, it looks like Mr. Big Shot Private Dick isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. Do you think that I’ve got this far without recognizing a tail when I see one? You’re in big trouble, mister, bigger trouble than you’ve ever been in so far in your life. Just you wait."
Franklin removed his hand, and left the office. Charlie yelled at him. "You won’t get away with this, you creep. People know where I am, they’ll be here any minute!"
"Why don’t you shut your big mouth, big boy? I suppose that I’ll have to do something about it, won’t I? "
He was helpless to stop Franklin from shoving a balled up rag into his mouth. Before he could spit it out a bandanna was tied around his mouth.
"MMMPHHH! GGGMMMSITALLMMOVER! MMMIGHTMMASMMWELLMMGIVEMUP!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. I’m really afraid. You have got a big mouth, haven’t you? I think you need a little something else to keep you quiet. Hmm, this should do the trick."
"MMMNOOO! GGGMMHEELLLPPPPP!" Charlie whipped his head from side to side, but bound as he was, it was easy for Franklin to wrap length after length of wide red tape around his mouth.
"There, that should keep you quiet for a while. Now, I must say you have messed things up just a bit. I wasn’t quite ready to make move, not just yet. However, I will just pack up things, and I’ll be out of here in a jiffy. But first, I have a little present for you. How do you like it?"
"MMMCHRISTMNOO! GGMMCANTMMBESERIOUSH!"
"Oh,yeah, I’m deadly serious. There are lots more where this came from. Fifteen minutes after I’m out of here, you’re going to be history. Little bits of you will be scattered all over the block."
Charlie was XXXX to sit in helpless silence as Franklin stuffed documents into a duffel bag. When he had finished, he sauntered over to the chair.
"It’s time to say good bye. Let me fix this timer. Yep, that looks good. I wish that I could stick around and be here at the end, but I’ve got friends waiting for me. Bye bye big guy."
Charlie struggled frantically against his ropes. Damn, there was no way he was going to be able to get himself free in 15 minutes. His hand brushed the jacket of his suit pocket. His cell phone! What a moron he was. In his panic, he had forgotten that he had told his partner what he was doing. If he could only get the phone out…….
Charlie had no idea how much time had passed. He had finally managed to get a couple of fingers into his pocket, just far enough in to grasp his phone, but the damn thing kept on slipping out of his grasp. Finally, he managed to pull it out of his pocket. Please, please, don’t let me drop it, he prayed. Now, all he had to do was hit speed dial. Yes, it was ringing. Pick up, goddamn you, PICK UP!"
"Hey, Charlie, how’s the stake out going on? You need any help?"
"GGGGMMMYEEEEESSSSSHHHH! MMMHEEEELLLLPPPPPP!"
"Charlie, hey Charlie, you there/"
"GGGMMYEEEEESSSSSS! GGGMMMGETMMURMASSMOVERHERE!"
"Charlie? Charlie? What’s going on?"
The phone slipped out of Charlie’s sweaty hand. Oh shit, now he was really screwed. He kept on yelling through his gag, jerking around in the chair, trying to get loose. Things weren’t supposed to end this way. He didn’t want to be blown up into little bits. He wanted the end to come peacefully, with a cigar in one hand, and a glass of brandy in the other. Preferably when he was about a hundred years old. He was too young to die!
The back door swung open.
"Hey, Charlie, I hope that I’m not screwing things up, but you sounded…HOLY SHIT! What’s that!"
Charlie slumped in the chair as his partner snatched up the bomb and disconnected the timer. He was going to nail that Franklin bastard, and then he was going to make Martin a full partner!
THE END
Charlie played by John
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/20/2004
24 photos; 4:38 video
Model: Matthew
Photography by Caitiff
Back
Date of Production: 04/21/2008
25 photos; 5:17 video
The Super played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/05/2018
26 photos; 4:25 video
The Runner played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productive: 04/11/2018
26 photos; 4:49 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2012
24 photos; 1:08 video
Two hundred and fifty channels and not one show with a dude tied up! Jesse was pissed. It was a hot, humid day and Jesse was alone at home. He had stripped down to his boxers and pumped up the a/c. “Maybe I’ll catch some tie up fun on TV,” he thought. He began flipping. Sci-Fi - …”those dudes on Battlestar Galactica would look great in ropes, captured by the Zylons,” he thought. Nothing. Game show channel. The History Channel. “Civil War --- did they not capture dudes and rope them good?” Nothing. YES Network! “Damm, Jorge Posada of the New York Yankees would look great all tied up and held for ransom!” FLIP. FLIP. FLIP. Nothing. As Jesse was daydreaming and using his hand well, he figured he punch in a DVD. “Cool video called- “Teenage Caveman. Kid gets nicely ropes and left to suffer under the hot sun. Lots of sweat and struggle.” Jesse just put the DVD in the player when….
POWER OUT. “Damm, another fuckin rolling blackout,” Jesse thought. Too much power used on these hot days. He got up and opened the windows and the front door, letting the hot air come through the screen. Laying back on the couch, he felt himself begin to seat. He began to conjure up a scenario in his head: “It would be fucking great if one day I got mugged, taken somewhere, and was all tied up and gagged well. He could feel his body excite at the thought and began to move his hand to work, when…..
It was no dream! “Don’t move !’ Jesse’s eyes widened .
“What do you want? Jesse whimpered, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he thought it would pop out of his skin. “What, your stuff jackass. Money, electronics. Could not give a shit about you.” “You loose- there is an alarm in this house!” Jesse exclaimed. “Power out idiot! Remember.” Jesse was XXXX to his knees and his arms were pulled behind his back. Soon he felt clothesline rope binding his crossed wrists, tightly cutting off the circulation. “You’ll never get away with this…. We have battery backup on the camera….” A rag was shoved down Jesse’s through gagging him, and a slice of silver duct taped was plastered over his mouth. “Have no time for your little chit chat,” his mugger said as he pulled Jesse’s wrists and checked his ropes. “Now gotta get those cute legs of yours.” Jesse mpffed in his gag as his legs were pulled out from under him, and his feet crossed at the ankles and tied off. “Now your knees kid.” Jesse felt his heart racing and the sweat beginning to pour as the mugger roped his knees. He sat back in a chair and admired his handiwork.
Jesse struggled at bit and moaned but soon realized that this guy was good at typing up a man. “Must have done it before, Jesse thought.” “Fuckin budge in your pants boy? You like this, yeah?”
He was helpless, all tied up, in his boxers, and his captor say his hard dick under his shorts. “Well glad to make your day. Now, lets see…”
Jesse watched helplessly as the mugger took his dvd, flatscreen, laptop, ipod, every electric device in the house. He tugged at the bindings, ‘…not yet boy. You can get free when I leave.” Jesse tuned on the floor, belly down, and just watched helplessly. “The cameras have a batter backup Jesse thought. At least they would get his face.” He finally finished. “Want you to be comfortable. It will take you some time to break free.” He was lifted up and put back on the couch, a pillow under his head. “Have a nice day.” Just one last thing. The mugger hogtied Jesse. Then, he mugger left.
Jesse looked up and could see the button camera. He began to struggle and roll off the couch. He moved his body so that he was right under the camera. He realized that the ropes were slipping off his wrists. But he did not want them to come free. He kept rolling and mpffing on the floor, enjoying every second of his bondage plight.
Two weeks latter the police returned the video of the robbery and mugging. Jesse, using his new equipment, made it into a DVD. And at night, he would turn it on, and fast forward to his escape maneuvers, and …….
The End
Loafing
Jesse played by Tye
The Bad Guy played by Hal
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/14/2006
32 photos
"You are so lame!" Tony sneered at Justin's latest boast.
"Well, you're full of shit!" Ted replied.
Meanwhile, everybody else at the party groaned. Tony and Justin were room mates and threw the best parties on campus. But when they got a little beer in them, they both had to turn everything into a pissing contest. At first it was cute but after several hours, it was begining to be a drag.
"Ok, I'll prove I can out drink you!" Justin blurted out.
"Hah!" Tony retorted as he accepted the challenge.
"Great. Here we go again." Danny, one of the guests said under his breath.
Fred, another friend and guest of Larry and Ted, leaned over to Danny, "Don't worry, I think this will help liven up the party!"
Danny didn't know what Fred meant but soon forgot about it as everybody watched Larry and Ted drink beer after beer after beer after beer.... Before too long almost every flat surface in the room was covered by beer bottles. And soon after, both Tony and Justin were fast aXXXX.
"Ok," Fred said as Larry snored loudly and pulled out a roll of duct tape, "Now to get this party started!"
Justin was having a really weird dream. In it, he had been wrapped up like a catapiller. But this leaf kept slapping him in the face. He tried to move the leaf but his hands were wrapped up by his cocoon. Did catapillers even have hands? Little did he realize Tony right next to him was having a similar dream.
Ted woke up groggily. His head was pounding but he was expecting that. After drinking all that beer, of course he would have a hang over. What he didn't expect was not being to move his hands or feet!
"Mmmmm!" Justin let out a low, angry moan as his blurry vision finally focused on his friends Fred, Danny and the rest grinning at him. Justin also noticed Larry, who was tied up with tape around his hands and legs just like he was. Tony had a pitiful look on his face as he gave small moans through the tape gag that covered his mouth. Justin noticed he was also similarly gagged. Angrily, Justin glared at his so called "friends".
"Well, you guys always wanted to know who was better at stuff. " Fred smirked evilly at his tape bound captives. 'Now's your chance. Let's see who can get free first!"
"Mmm meee mmmmppho!" Justin grunted, not that his words made any sense.
Fred held a beer bottle up to Justin's nose. Hung over, the brew smelled rancid. Justin fought the urge to heave. he sure as hell didn't want to start vomiting while he was gagged.
"First one out gets a beer. Though if neither of you gets free, then we take it all for ourselves!"
That basterd! Everybody knew how much Justin loved his beer! He was willing to share for parties but no one was going to take all of his beer! Tony seemed to concur because both young men began wiggling frantically trying to loosen the tape that bound them.
Tony put his back to Justin and stuck out his hands. "Mmmm mmm!" He grunted.
Just was about to do as Tony asked and try to untie him , then stopped himself. If Tony got free first, he got to keep Justin's beer! And Justin knew he would. Justin shook his head no, then stood up on his bound legs and stuck his bound hands at Tony. "Mmmee mmphrrss!"
"Mmuuhh muhh! Mmmee mmphrss!" Tony replied through his gag, confirming in Justin's mind that Tony was planning on taking Justin's beer for himself!
Justin started hopping up and down as both men grunted to be untied first by the other. Justin got so pissed that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile. everybody else was enjoying the show. Though Justin and Tony were great guys normally, they could be real assholes when it came to beer for some reason. It was nice seeing them get a little payback for a change.
Tony must have wanted a little payback too because he stood up and started grunting in a suspiciously gloating way. Though just as tied up and gagged as his room mate, Tony seemed to be enjoying Justin's predicament. Little did the others know that usually it was Tony who was the one who got tied up by Justin. Tony liked seeing Justin on the other end for a change.
Unfortunately, Tony's gloating didn't last long. Justin swung out his legs, catching Tony's and making him loose his balance. Both young men were now on the ground, rolling and grunting loudly.
Watching them, the others couldn't be sure if the room mates were fighting or trying to make out. Both Justin and Tony rolled around as much as their bondage allowed and grunted at each other loudly through their gags. Each trying to get on top of the other in some kind of weird bound and gagged wrestling match.
"Uhhh, maybe we should make sure they don't hurt each other" Danny suggested, noticing how brutal the competition was getting. While Tony head butted Justin in the chest, Justin was pressing his body firmly down on Tony. The others agreed that maybe it was getting a little rough and soon the room mates found themselves taped back to back on the floor.
While the rest of the partiers played cards, Tony and Justin at bound and gagged. Each gave out long "Mmmmpphs!" to be let free. Justin was even ready to give them the beer if they would just untie him. But nobody was listening. Everybody else pretty much pretended like the bound and gagged young men weren't even there.
Finally realizing that neither was going to get free on his own, Tony and Justin began picking at the tape binding the other's wrists. Unfortunately they soon realized a problem with being tied up with duct tape. There were no knots to undo. Try as they might, neither could find where the tape began to even try to unwrap it. It was too many layers to simply tear. And to make it even worse, all the struggling each had done had twisted the tape until it hard, unbreakable strands. Helpless, they could only stare at each other. Even though they were both gagged, the look each gave the other made it clear they both knew how royally screwed they were.
Hours later and Tony and Justin were still no where close to getting loose. Most of the other partiers either had gone home of had crashed in the bed rooms, confident that their hosts wouldn't be using the beds that night. Fred was the last one to go to bed. He played around with the tape, taping his victim's heads together for fun. But with it nearly morning, even Fred was beginning to get tired. as one last joke, he covered his captive hosts' heads with an empty beer box and then went to XXXX, confident they would be free when he woke up. They would probably even have a little revenge planned for him. But that didn't worry Fred. He was a good sport and if they wanted to tie him up as a little revenge, he was man enough to take it.
Later that after noon, Fred finally woke up and checked on his bound and gagged hosts. Though they had managed to get free from the tape binding them to each other, neither had yet managed to undo the tape binding thier wrists, legs or mouths. Both young men looked exhausted though not as miserable as Fred thought they might have. Staring at his friends as they continued to try to free themselves, Fred considered getting a knife from the kitchen and finally letting them go.
They don't seem that bad off, Fred thought as he watched the pair wiggle on top of each other's bound bodies, I guess I can let them go on a little while longer.
Tape gagged, neither Justin nor Tony could really argue.
The End
Justin played by Justin
Tony played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
05/27/2002
27 photos; 3:16 video
Model-Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/27/2007
22 photos; 5:05 video
Foot Ball Player played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: Date of Production: 08/21/2009
26 photos
“What the hell happened? Where am I?” Martin thought while he tried top get his two bleary eyes to focus. Martin remembered coming out of work and walking into the parking lot, thinking mainly about the term paper that was due tomorrow. Then he felt a little sting and looked down at his arm to see a little dart with fuzzy feathers sticking into him. Then he began to feel really dizzy and weak before finding himself in a car with the scenery whizzing by, and then he was here wherever here was.
Martin looked around at the strange room and then he saw two strange looking men towering over him. Both of the men were dressed in long white coats with blue breathing masks over their noses and mouths, amber goggles over their eyes, and green kitchen gloves on their hands. The shorter one had a gentle matter of fact voice. The tall one didn't say anything, he just wrote everything down on a clipboard.
“Ah, now what do we have here?” the short one said. “Oh yes, this must be Specimen 187B.”
“I'm not a specimen! My name is Martin, and I'm a college student, and I have a part time job, and I want to get out of here!” Martin tried to tell the two strange men, but the sticky tape that was covering his mouth and the soft cloth wedged in between his teeth and his tongue wouldn't let him make any more than frightened humming sounds.
The short one ignored Martin’s panicked sounds and studied the clipboard the tall one was holding for him. “Yes, here it is. Medium height, medium build, brown hair and blue eyes; yes, that all checks.”
This couldn't be happening to him. It had to be some kind of nightmare! Martin began struggling against the tight ropes and kicking his feet against the floor in his desperation to be recognized as a real person.
“Now 187B, none of that,” the short man chided him gently.
Then the tall one grabbed Martin’s legs with his strong hands and held them together while he wrapped more rope around to secure them. Martin tried to resist, but he was still feeling kind of weak from whatever stuff was in that dart.
“Really 187B, there is no need to get so excited. We're just going to ask you a few questions before we take you downstairs for your detailed physical examination. Now I know that you can't talk properly with that gag in your mouth, but I want you to nod your head, okay?”
Martin was feeling very confused so he began dumbly nodding his head at the short one while he studied the tight ropes the tall one had used to weld his legs tightly together.
“Now have you had all of the usual childhood diseases? And would you describe yourself as being in fairly good health? Any history of mental illness in your family? Oh, and would you say that you are a sexually active person?”
Martin didn't understand. Why had they taken him? Why were they asking him all of these strange questions?
“Very good Martin. Now if you can just pass your detailed physical, we can have you on a ten-thirty flight tonight.”
Martin started making choking sounds back in his throat and wrestled against the ropes. He wasn't going flying anywhere!
“Now don't make a face 187B. The new cargo holds are much more comfortable than the old ones. Now we're going to have to ask you to wait here awhile until they finish examining the Specimen ahead of you.”
And then the two strange men just walked away and left Martin there all alone. Martin couldn't believe it! He wasn't going to wait anywhere. He was going to get out of here now!
But no matter how much Martin struggled and rolled around on the floor, the tight ropes just gripped him tighter and tighter, and the sodden cloth in his mouth just kept on getting bigger and juicier. And then he heard footsteps.
“No, no 187B, you mustn't struggle around like that. You might injure yourself and we can't have that, can we? More rope please.”
Martin watched helplessly while the tall one drew more strong rope out of his pocket and then began lashing it tightly between Martin’s wrists and his ankles until the poor student’s hands and feet were almost touching each other.
“There really isn't any reason for you to be afraid, 187B. According to our Customer Satisfaction Reports, the Client who selected you usually keeps his Specimens comfortable in the big house for two months or more before he tires of them and sends them out to work in the fields. And less than two percent of those died from snake or alligator bites.”
Bites--! Martin didn't want any bites!
“Now do be patient, 187B. They're almost ready for you down in Exam.”
Then the two strange men walked away and left Martin shaking tears out of his eyes. What had Martin done to deserve this? He had always tried to be a good boy? Martin looked up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the pain of the tight ropes that were digging into him everywhere. And then he heard the two men coming back.
“See 187B, that didn't take long. Now they are ready to give you a nice detailed examination.”
Martin shook his head from side to side and made pleading noises into the juicy cloth.
“Now don't carry on so, some of our young men find their exam to be a very pleasurable experience. That’s better, 187B. Now just as a precaution, we're going to give you a little something to calm you down while we get you ready for your exam.”
Martin huffed into his gag and begged them not to give him anything, but the tall one just wrapped his strong hand around the back of Martin’s neck and then started moving a big snowball of damp cotton toward Martin’s nose.
Then Martin only had a few moments to notice the strong smell of wild cherries before he started feeling really dizzy and then everything started getting very dark.
“Martin…! Come on Martin, wake up! You're going to be late for work,” an angry voice yelled at him in the dark.
Martin struggled to open his eyes and was surprised to see the familiar surroundings of his off-campus apartment. And then he saw his hairy roommate drying himself off with a big towel.
“Come on, Martin. You promised to pay your share of the rent on this dump, remember?”
At first Martin was very relieved to discover that it had all been just some kind of weird nightmare. But then he began to wonder, why was he having dreams like that?
THE END
Martin played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/02/2005
40 photos; 2:50 video
“I’ve never actually done this before.”, Dan was nervous. As cute as this guy was, he was having second thoughts. When he had replied to this guy’s online ad he had no idea the guy would be so kinky. Though if he had wanted to back out, it was a little late now that he was bare ass naked with his hands tied behind his back. And from the huge boner Dan’s trick had, he was really getting off on having Dan tied up and helpless.
“Don’t worry” Greg said a she checked the ropes around Dan’s body. Virgins were always so much fun. This one had been particularly easy. And what a nice body. Greg’s mind raced with al the things he was going to do with Dan. The real fun began once Dan figured out that he wasn’t going to get free.
Suddenly Greg’s cell phone went off.
“Damn, sorry. Important client”, Greg said as he answered.
“Should we ..uhh do this later?” Dan asked.
“No! No, not you. Ok..uhhh I have that in my car. Can you hold”
Greg hung up the phone. “Ok slight snag. Gotta go to my car and run a few numbers off to my client. Won’t take a sec.”
“Am I just supposed to just stand here naked and tied up?” Dan said incredulous.
“No. “ Greg said as he led Dan to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. “I’ll just cover you up until I get back.”
Tied up, Dan didn't’ see he had much of a choice. He meekly accepted it as the blanket was placed over his head.
Date of Production: 10/12/2008
19 photos
“Damn, not so tight!”, Reggie bitched as his friends bound hs hands behind his back.
“We gotta make it look good.” Dave, said as he worked on the knots.
“You don’t have to.. Mmpph!”, Reggie’s complaints were cut off as a strip of tape was plastered over his mouth. Reggie then had more rope tied around his body. Gagged and bound, reggie could only stare at his friends as he began to have second thoughts.
It had seemed like a good idea. His friends would tie Reggie’s ass up and take a few of the valuables in the house. Then when his girlfriend came home, he would get tonnes of sympathy and they would have to finally get that entertainment centre Reggie had been wanting. The insurance would pay for it all and Everybody would be happy.
But as he twisted in his bondage, Reggie realised he was really tied up. He would not be getting free until somebody let him go. But with this damn tape gag he certainly couldn’t back out now.
Dave pushed Reggie down on the floor while Jerry and Tom picked up Reggie’s old crap. The PS/2, the worn out VCR and the 10 year old television, they all were taken away. They even took the little boom box stereo. Reggie comforted himself with thoughts of the new stuff he was going to be getting. Reggie could see a huge plasma television and a blue ray and a Wii and probably an entertainment centre.
His friends were not gentle as they moved The old stuff out. Jerry practically shoved Reggie out of the way as they walked the TV out the back where no one would see.
“Mmmmm!”, Reggie protested but gagged that meant very little. Reggie heard a crash from the kitchen and practically jumped out of his skin.
“Sorry. My bad.”, Reggie heard one of his friends say. “Dropped a glass.”
“Don’t worry about it. It adds realism.” Reggie heard Tom say.
Don’t worry about it! These guys could be a bit more careful with his stuff.
“All right sunshine, time ot finish you off.”, Dave said as he lifted Reggie up to his feet and pushed him towards the couch. Reggie knew Dave was just kidding but he still wished his so called friend wouldn’t be so rough. and what did he mean, finish him off? Reggie was already bound and gagged. What more could they do to him?
Reggie hadn't’ considered he could have been hog tied. After he was laid on the couch, his feet were tied closely to his hands with more rope, leaving Reggie into a nice neat little package. Reggie was now really uncomfortable. He was also in way too deep now.
“Ok, that’s the stuff. We’ll see you in a week so it doesn’t look suspicious. Your girl should be home in an hour. “, Dave said as he and the rest of Reggie’s friends finished up. “Hang tight!” reggie groaned at the horrible pun.
Soon he was alone. Reggie rolled around to test the ropes and as before, found he could not get free. he was stuck. Thank god his girlfriend, Julie would be home soon.
From the hallway, Reggie heard the phone ring and then the machine pick up. Julie’s voice came on, probably to say that she was at the airport and coming home.
Or not.
“Hey Honey. The airline screwed up my flight. I’m stuck in Denver for at least another day or more. I probably will be home tomorrow. I hope. Oh and I’m sorry but I forgot to mail off some of the bills like the renter’s insurance. But the guy said as long as we don't’ get robbed between now and when I get back, it should be ok. You take care. later. ”
Oh shit.
The end
Model: Matthew
Phootgraphy by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/21/2008
29 photos; 4:57 video
The Second Time
Kirkone
Nick sat in the chair in the hotel room and waited, his heart pounding with anticipation. He could not believe he had gone this far. The first time was last week, a day after graduation. He had been chatting with him for years, and they arranged a meeting.
“Tie me up,” Nick had said - his voice quivering as he spoke his darkest secret.
“You have never been tied up before? I find that hard to believe as I read your stories – they are so real.”
“Never,” Nick said. “Always in my head.”
“OK, just relax. And if it gets uncomfortable, let me know”
Nick nodded. Is hands were shaking as he put them behind his back and for the first time felt the bite of the rope across his wrists and ankles, the feel of the cloth between his teeth, and the darkness of his eyes blinded.
“OK, try to get out.”
Nick trashed against the rope. He was tied snug. He really did not want to get out. As agreed, he was left alone for an hour. When his new friend returned, he cut him free. Nick rubbed his wrists. He was hard as a rock.
His daydream was ended by a sharp XXXX at the door. Nick opened it, and his buddy was back. But this time he was wrestled to the ground, and quickly bound at his wrists. Nick’s heart was exploding in his chest as he struggled in the game: his mouth was stuffed and taped and his ankles roped. Dumped on the bed, he awaited with great anticipation what was going to happen next.
It was then that he felt there was something wrong.
A second man entered the room.
“Here are his car keys. Bring the car to the front.” Nick was puzzled why they would move his car until he watched his friend empty his wallet of cash and cards, and remove his jewelry. “He moaned an “OH NO,” as he began to feel betrayed. The other returned, and both men threw Nick on his belly. One shoved his wrists torturously high behind his back, sending waves of agony through his shoulders, neck and back. The other pulled his hair back, ripped the tape off his mouth, and put a knife to his throat. “All your ATM codes – debit and credit, QUICK! AND NOT ANOTEHR FUCKING WORD!” Nick was so afraid he could not think, but another jerking of his arms behind his back XXXX the numbers from his mouth.
Again he was gagged. “Hogtie him!” They pulled his ankles behind his back and bound them to his hands.
“Enjoy your second time SUCKER!”
After six hours of struggle Nick was still tied up. The maid heard his gagged pleas for help and found his bound and gagged.
The car was never found. They had robbed him of five grand.
But Nick did not mind.
He was online the next day thinking about his upcoming third time.
The End?
Nick played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/15/2008
32 photos
“Yeah, I like the development in my arms, biceps, triceps, and forearms: a lot of strength development,” Leo said to his P.T. who had come to make an unusual “house call.” He had suggested to Leo that he try a new method he was developing to maximize flexing with resulting muscular development.
“It’s bigger than steroids!” the P.T. said.
“OK, let’s try it,” Leo said, flexing his powerful arms in his wife beater. “What do I have to do?”
The P.T.’s heart was racing in his chest. He knew this was a set-up. He had fantasized for weeks about having Leo bound and gagged. “Have to go slow and careful,” he thought. With missing a beat he blotted out: “Well, put your arms behind your back so I can bind your wrists with this rope here!”
Leo had a strange look on his face, “Say what?”
“Put your arms behind your back so I can tie up your hands. You will feel the stress of your upper arms at your sides, staining especially your triceps. As your work to get free, your biceps too get a full workout --- better than curls!
Leo smiled. “Sure,” and put his hands behind his back. His P.T. crossed his wrists, and soon the clothesline was tight and snug around his crossed wrists. Leo felt it to be a little too tight, but decided to say nothing so as not to look like a wimp.
“There, now break free and be sure to flex your arms a lot.” Leo began to turn his wrists and lift his bound hands up and down his back, flexing his biceps against his sides. He noticed a surge of power in his arms. “Hey, I think you have something here. This is a workout for sure,” Leo stated as his struggled against the ropework on his hands, numbing up as he spoke. “Listen: why not tie me up all the way? I could give my legs a workout at the same time.
The P.T.s heart jumped to his throat. “Sure. Put your legs together.” Leo complied as his feet and legs were bound with the rope. “Say, to make this real, let me gag you like you were robbed and the robber left you all tied up!” Leo smiled. “Go ahead!” He took out Leo’s workout bandanna from his back pocket as used it as a gag. Leo smiled.
“OK, Escape. And flex those muscles. I’m going to take some pictures to ‘debrief’ you latter.
Leo nodded and began to struggle and flex. He got to his feet, and began to hop to the door, somehow now excited about being all tied up. He even got to the doorknob and tried to open it. The P.T. sensed Leo was into it as he clicked pictures, and grabbed him and shoved him to the floor. “Trying to escape? You’re my hostage!”
Leo played along and kept struggling, finally getting the gag out of his mouth. It fell down his chin and he looked up at the trainer:
“Say, you got any more rope in there. I think you should tie my arms, then hogtie me, and, if you go to the closet, there is some duct tape. Make this gag good. And tape my eyes.
As you could imagine, the Physical Trainer was all too happy to comply as he tightly hogtied Leo, photographing his flexing and sweating as Leo learned the way of the rope.
The end
Lee played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008
25 photos; 5:59 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/15/2010
28 photos; 6:17 video
“Fuck You!” Todd yelled at his asshole of a boyfriend.
“No, fuck you!” his asshole of a boyfriend yelled back.
And so it went, each screaming at the other louder and louder. Finally Todd ended it like
he always did, by running away. He practically jumped out of the car while it still moving.
Fortunately his boyfriend wasn't’ such an asshole that he didn’t hit the breaks, probably saving Todd from breaking his neck.
Todd got out of the car, slammed the door and stormed off. Having had enough of his bullshit, Todd’s boyfriend drove off.
Great what now? Todd asked himself as he looked up and down the long deserted country road. He tried his cell phone only to get no bars at all.
“Shit!”, Todd yelled at no in particular. This was not the first time his temper had gotten him in trouble, Just an hour before he had insulted a guy at a bar where he and his boyfriend had been drinking. The guy had been livid. Good thing for Todd that his friends had been there.
Todd heard a car coming up from behind. Great a ride, Todd thought but soon changed his mind when he saw the driver. It was that guy from the bar. Oh great, this day was just getting better and better.
“Hey!”, The guy said as he got out of his car.
“Hey what?”, Todd retorted. Admittedly neither was going to win any come back awards.
The smart thing would have been to leave it at that, to walk away. However, Todd’s temper had already flared up again and he was not going to back down. In a display of bravado, Todd threw his jacket onto the ground.
And so the cycle continued. Todd gave a snide comment, the guy retorted and on it went. What Todd did not expect however, was how quickly it got physical. The guy grabbed Todd. Despite his best efforts, Todd couldn't’ break loose. Then things got worse when his attacker took out some rope.
Todd had never been tied up before and couldn’t believe how quickly he was made helpless. Before he knew what was going on, Todd found his hands bound tightly behind his back and more rope around his chest. Now tied up Todd began to realize how screwed he really was.
“Help! Somebody help me..mmmmpphh!”, Todd’s plea for help were cut off as the guy covered Todd’s mouth with tape. Soon nothing could be heard from Todd but incoherent moaning through his tape gag.
“Not so smart mouthed now, are you?”, Todd’s attacker gloated as he shoved his captive around to the back of his car.
Todd did not like where this was going. Clearly he was now being XXXX. The guy was forcing him into the back of his car. Unfortunately Todd had even less power to resist then he had before, being bound and gagged.
Though he tried to fight, Todd soon found himself stuffed into the trunk.
“Mmmpphhaammmm!”, Todd tried to make the guy see reason but the gag made everything he said into pitiful moaning. Desperately Todd tried to struggle to get free from the ropes but the ropes held him fast. Todd’s attacker seemed to really enjoywatching his hostage squirm in the bondage.
Hope you are having fun because you’re going to stay bound and gagged for a long time. I have got so much planned for you and there’s nothing you can do or say about it.”
“Mmmm!”, was all Todd could say before the door of the trunk was slammed shut. Todd could hear the car start soon after and begin driving off to who knew where.
In hindsight, Todd’s boyfriend had not been such an asshole after all. If only Todd had kept his big mouth shut. Now he had a gag to do it for him. Too bad Todd had learned that lesson too late.
The End?
Todd played by Andrew
The Angry Guy played by Zac
Photography by Zac
Date of Production:04/14/2010
20 photos; 3:57 video
“Hello, my good sir” I said as the door opened. “Can I have a moment of your time to tell you how this body lotion can improve your sex life.
“No, you cannot.” The guy answering the door said. “I am sick and tired of you people and your stupid products. I am trying to relax after a hard day’s work and I get bothered with this crap. You can take your fuckin product and shove it up your ass.”
After his long rant, he slammed the door in my face. I just stood there outside flabbergasted; I can’t believe someone could be so mean to me. I mean, I work hard to. It isn’t easy going door to door selling sex lotion. I started to shake my fist; I’m going to get this little prick for yelling at me.
This time, I pounded on the door. I saw the door swing open followed by a loud WHAT???!!! I must admit, my anger got the best of me because as soon as I saw his face, I punched him as hard as I could. I was so strong that he feel face down a few feet where I hit him.
“Oh great”, I thought as I entered the house to check up on him. “I hope I didn’t’ hurt him much”.
I checked his pulse, he was fine. I think he’s just unconscious; “Oh good”, I thought. “Hmmm, you know, while I’m here, I wonder if there’s anything good to take.”
I looked around while the guy was passed out on the floor; I ran back as soon as I heard moans of recovery.
“Hmm ok. Guess I’ll have to tie this guy up then.” I said as I threw him over my shoulder. I tossed him onto the bed and ruffled through the drawers for some rope. After a minute, I found some in his underwear drawer. “Weird”, I thought “But whatever.”
I took the rope and started tying this guy’s wrists. After I tied them together tight, I was scared that his strong buff arms could break through my novice knots; so, I decided to also tie his elbows together too. Using the rope, I connected both elbows together and tied them really tight.
“Ok” I sighed. “Now to tie his feet so he can’t kick me with his strong muscular legs.” I noticed that the guy started to move his arms.
“Crap!” I rushed to his feet. “I got to hurry”.
I quickly tied his ankles together and stepped back before he woke up. Then, I realized that when he wakes up, he gonna bitch me out like before; I dug through his drawers
one more time and this time, I found a black bandana. I took that bandana and shoved it into his mouth and tied it real tight; then I stepped back and waited for the fireworks to start.
The guy started to come to; after trying to get up, he realized that he was tied up and gagged.
“MMMMMPH” he screamed at me. “MMMMMMMMM!!!!”
I was actually a little scared of him so after he clamed down, I told him that I was going to rob him. That made him even angrier; I was so scared that I froze with fear as he rolled around on the bed. I watched him try and get loose fearing that he would. He pulled on those ropes hard; I could see his hands turn red. I also saw his feet turning red as they also struggled against my ropework; I was actually surprised my knots survived this long. The gag didn’t stop the guy cursing me out; he said things like “MMMPH bastard” and “MMM get MMMM you”.
After watching this guy struggle for a few minutes, I finally snapped out of my fear.
“I need to get some money now and get out before he frees himself” I encouraged myself. I finally left the guy on his bed while I went through the house looking for money and/or valuable stuff to pawn. I was at the other side of the house when I heard the front door open.
“Wait.” I stopped looking. ‘What was that?” I ran back to the bedroom to discover that a tan muscular man wearing a tee-shirt, shorts, and sneakers was looming over my captive. He noticed me and charged right at me. I was to shocked to do anything and pretty soon I was on the ground with the tan guy on top of me pinning my hands against my back.
“What did you do to my boyfriend Rick, you prick?” the tan guy yelled me. I tried to lie to him, but as soon as I opened my mouth he gagged me with his own hand.
“MMMMPH” I screamed.
“Ok, now hold still!” the tan guy said. He grabbed the rest of the rope I used to tie Rick. In just you were wondering, Rick was still tied up on the bed. After a few minutes, I was fully tied; both hands and feet were bound.
“Now, just lay there for a while ok?” the tan guy said. “While Rick is tied up, I think we’ll go play. You be good now, ok?”
The tan guy teased and tickled Rick while I was tied up on the floor. I feel asleep after the first hour of it; I don’t know if I will be released, but for right now, Goodnight.
The End
Rick the Victim played by JMZ
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/11/2009
28 photos
Brett groaned and mmmphed through the cloth and tape that held him tightly gagged. He was dressed in his wrestling singlet and had been bound hand and foot, XXXX just before the big meet. The XXXX that had been XXXX up his nose was having some lingering effects, and the room was spinning as he focussed on his XXXX, not an altogether bad-looking fellow in his mid-thirties and big-boned, attractive but very offbeat. He rubbed his crotch as he watched Brett struggle.
"I win, you know," he said. "Not you."
Brett moaned through the gag and struggled with all his might, to no avail.
"This is it, you know," the guy continued. "This is forever. It's just your bad luck that you'd be wrestling with my nephew today. But I can't let you win." He fingered the ropes that held Brett tight, every once in a while playing with a nipple or whatever else struck his fancy. Brett moaned and struggled, and felt utterly helpless as his asshole relaxed in anticipation of what would surely be the guy's reckless assault with his fingers and anything else he wanted.
"So here's what's gonna happen," the guy said, caressing Brett's face and planting a big kiss on his forehead. "I'm gona have my way with you. For as long as I want to. Days, weeks, months. Any way I like. If I want to ungag you and kiss your sexy mouth, I'm gonna do that. But your gag will go right back on when I'm done. If I want to ungag you and stick my dick in your mouth, I'm gonna do that. But your gag will go right back on when I'm done. More importantly, I can do whatever I want to you. I can lick anything of yours I want, I can suck anything of yours I want, I can fuck anything of yours I want. Do you understand?"
Brett moaned again through his gag and nodded furiously.
"Good," the guy said, planting a big kiss squarely in the middle of Brett's gagged mouth. "Let's start with this."
THE END?
Brett played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/04/2006
22 photos; 6:37 video
Model: Uriah
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/11/2011
26 photos; 4:39 video
Model: Matthew
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/21/2008
25 photos
"YOU KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?"
By SoftTouch
"You know what's gonna happen to you now?"
"I didn't do nothing, Boss."
"You got diarrhea of the mouth, Louie."
"I just told my brother-in-law, that's all."
"We know, and now you gotta pay. First we're gonna shut that big mouth of yours. And then we're gonna ship you out to the farm."
"Mmhat marm?"
"You don't know about the farm, Louie? That's where we plant all of that hazardous waste stuff out in the swamp. Got a crew of guys just like you. We feed them turnips, cabbages and grits. Turnips, cabbages and grits every day until they get too skinny to work. "
"Mmo! Mmou man't moo ghat goo me!"
"'Course you don't want to work, we can plant you right away. Now you stay right here. I've gotta make a couple of calls."
The Boss was crazy. I was crazy. This whole mess was crazy. I had to get out of here!
There wasn't anybody watching me. If I could make it out to the kitchen?
Yea, so far so good. Now I just needed something to cut these ropes with. It wasn't easy all tied up like this, but I managed to get a drawer open. And then I fished around inside until my fingers came up with A dipper? No, you idiot! You need something sharp!
A knife! Yes, that was it! Now if I could just cut these ropes?
"Louie, you're just about the dumbest slob I've ever seen!"
"Mmo mease, Moss. MmI mon't mike mabbages."
"Shut up or I'll stuff you in a barrel right here!"
"Now get down on that floor and roll over on that big belly of yours. I'm gonna have to tie you up like one of those turkeys."
"Mmease, Moss! Mmon't met ghem make me!"
"Now Louie, don't worry. You see you've got it all wrong. It's not the cabbages you have to worry about. It's all those grits. They taste terrible!"
"Now you just lie real quiet now. Pretty soon now the truck will be here to take you away, and then all of your problems will be solved."
THE END
Louie played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 05/23/2002
24 photos; 3:16 video
Model: Matthew
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/10/2013