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Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!
The End
Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/01/2009
40 photos; 4:19 video
Model: Jay Model : Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/12/2008
20 photos; 5:25 video
Model: Jon Storm Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/09/2018
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Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
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It was just like any other day for Bobby. He work at a local warehouse. He got up, went to work, went home and repeated. It wasn't the most glamorous life but it was an honest living. However, little did Bobby know, today was going to be different.
Bobby began his normal routine at work. Worked his full eight hours and was about to leave when his boss stopped him.
“Hey buddy.” His boss said. “We just got a huge shipment in and I need you to stay and put the shipment away. It's an important shipment that is going to bag the company a quarter of a million dollars in profit. So I need my best man on the job. Thanks man. I appreciate it.” His boss patted him on the shoulder and walked away before Bobby could give a yes or no answer.
Bobby couldn't believe it. All his co-workers had gone home and he was going to have to put this shipment away on his own, but at least he would get paid overtime. So he went back to work. It was a lot of boxes with a baby face on the front and had printed on
it “Nursery Purified Water”. “How could water bag the company all this money?” he
thought to himself. Bobby shrugged off the thought and went back to work.
Just then four guys with ski masks covering their faces busted into the warehouse. They spotted Bobby. He wasn't about to lose his life for this
job, so he threw his hands in the air. One of the men moved towards him. “Just do as we say and you wont get hurt. Now turn around.”
Bobby did as he was told. He wasn't about to lose his life for a job. The man pulled
Bobby's arms behind his back and began tying his hands. After finishing with his hands, the man pulled out more rope to bind his arms at this side.
Meanwhile the other men began taking out all the boxes of “water”. “We are going to help a lot of people with the money we make selling these stolen jewels, aren't we boss?” one of the men said.
“Jewels? I thought it was bottles of water.” Bobby said.
“Yeah, your boss thought we wouldn't find out if he disguised the packages. Sorry about this but,” the man said, “I cant have you screaming for help.” He then gagged Bobby with a cleave gag followed by a blindfold. He then XXXX Bobby to the ground so we could tie his feet. Round and round the rope went, securing Bobby in place. One more rope was connected to his feet and wrapped behind his neck to safely put Bobby in a front facing hogtie. “Now by the sound of it, you didn't know your boss was crooked. So if you ever decide to work work for a more noble job, gimme a call.” The man slipped a card into Bobby's pocket.
“Alright boss, we got all the boxes loaded up.” one of the men said.
“Good. Lets get out of here.” the leader of the group said, “Don't worry, the janitor will be here in a couple of hours. He will free you if you don't get out by then. That should give you some time to think about my offer.”
Bobby heard footsteps leaving the building followed by a door shutting. He couldn't
believe his boss is crooked and now he was alone in the warehouse, tied up and the
janitor wasn't due for a couple of hours. He struggled against the ropes. Rolled around, trying to get out. However the only thing he was able to do was get the rope off that was behind his head, that put him in the hogtie, off. The ropes that bound his hands were
tied to well though. And so Bobby laid there, waiting. It was going to be a long couple of hours.
Bobby sure didn't want to be working for a crook, so he decided that after this, he was going to take the modern day Robin Hood up on his offer. So after trying to get out, Bobby laid there and waited for help to arrive.
The End.
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/08/2013
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Obediently, Hector stood in place. His hands had been tied securely by a tight yellow rope, and the slack was looped around a ring in the wall like a leash. He knew he was not going to get get loose his brother Hal was an expert when it came to knots. Ocassionaly he would kneel down to rest his legs but when he knelt down he had to raise his arms because there was not enough slack to let him sit comfortably. His bother had thought of that to. Sit, stand he could do neither very long or very comfortbly. He waited patiently soon Sammy would arrive and then the fun could begin. Almost as if thinking about him was a summoning Sammy walked in holdng a camera and a duffle bag full of more rope and other bondage accesories.
Sammy and Hal talked in hushed tones occasionally glancing over their shoulders at Hector.
"Alright lets get started", smiled Sammy. Hector stood barely able to contain his excitement. His shoots for WWW.BOUNDGUYS.COM were always fun. Hal unleashed Hector from the wall and led him to the bedroom. Sammy was busy setting out more rope, and checking his camera.
While Hal began gathering up more coils of rope and binding his little brother. Firt he used the make shift leash to securely tie Hector's hands to his chest. After that Hal ordered Hector to kneel on the bed. Hal quickly gagged is brother then began binding his feet. Hetor bit into the gag as his brother lashed his feet together with more rope provided by Sammy. The ropes were so tight that he could hardly move around and struggle once he was securely tied. Sammy had started taking pictures and the bright flash made the room dance around. Hector strained and struggled and pulled against he tight ropes and they bit deeper into his skin. He twisted and writhed and tried and failed to extricate himself from them. Occasionaly Sammy would bark and ordr from behind the dazzling flash of the camera and Hector strived to obey as best he could. He had always enjoyed being bound and gagged. Finally he lay exhausted on the bed a thin sheen of sweat covering him.
"Hmm, not bad" said Sammy "but it looks like he needs a little more motivation to really struggle."
Hector's eyes got a little wider. He knew what was coming next. Why had he told Sammy that he was ticklish.
"Hal, if you could go help your brother out", smiled Sammy.
Hal started laughing "Sure."
Hector glared at his brother as he closed in on him.
"Don't worry little bro. Better you then me I always say."
Glad you feel like that.", chimed in Sammy. "I have you scheduled for a set tommorow."
"MMMhaaPPHHAAA", Hector nearly choked on th gag as he laugh at the look on his brothers face.
Hal leared at his brother and then pounced on him and began tickling him. Hal's hands moved swiftly all over over Hector's body finding every single spot that was ticklish. Hector strained against the ropes and wriggled all over the bed twisting and turning trying to shield himself from his brothers assault. The bed springs creaked alarmingly and threatened to pitch the two brothers to the floor. Hector's face turned red from exertion and laughing into the unforgiving cleave gag. Finally he collapsed completely exhausted unable to struggle or laugh anymore he just laid there. That was when Sammy anounced he had enough footage and pictures. Hector rested sill tied while Sammy shut off his camera.
"Alright Hal, go ahead and untie him while I get set up for the next set of pictures.", said Sammy.
"Sure, you go ahead", responded Hal.
As Sammy exited Hector rounded on his littel brother. Hector twisted into a better positon for his brother to untie him. It usually takes about five to ten minutes to set up another set longer if Sammy gets distracted. I think I will go ask him about my shoot tommorow. You can get yourself untied right?" Hector laughed to himself as Hal left the room. Sammy had already told him that Hal's shoot would be a complete reversal of today. Hal would be all tied up and He would get to torture him.
The end
Hal as Himself
Hector as Himself
Photography by Sammy
Date of Production: 11/06/2006
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Nathan came up from his workout. The college wrestling champ worked out every night before dinner. It was a long workout. And Nathan was sore. “No pain, no gain.” He went to the frig and got some water. His roommate and team mate and best friend, Roger, was looking at his computer, and laughing his head off.”
“Watch you watching?” Nathan asked.
“This is so stupid. Take a look.”
Nathan came up behind Roger. “That is fucked.” Roger was watching some college school kid in a youtube video called “Bound Wrestling.” This kid was all tied up from his waist up, his arms tied behind his back, he hands tied, ropes circling his chest, gagged with tape, surrounded by three of his team mates, and was kicking himself free from their moves against him.
“That fucking kid is good. What do you think, he is like 19 or something, bound and gagged and still can kick the shit out of his buddies,” Roger observed. “Don’t think I could do that, what about you?” “Fuckin yeah,” Nathan said. “I was tied up so many times by my older brothers when I was a kid and they would try to beat the shit out of me. I always kicked through.” “Did you get out.” “Yup, every time.” “They probably did not want to hurt you, like tied you up like a sissy girl” “They roped the shit out of me. Wanna see? Go ahead, bind me like that kid.”
Roger smiled. He had wanted to tie up his roommate for a year. “Well, there is some rope in the garage. Let me get it!”
Nathan was still wearing his singlet when he presented his arms for a roping. “You can make it as fuckin tight as you want.” Nathan added as Roger returned with rope and tape. He stuffed a rag into Nathan’s mouth and taped it shut. He grabbed his arms, crossed his wrists and bound his hands behind his back. Nathan liked the feel of the rope. It made him feel tough – like when he was a teen.
Roger did some roping around his arms and torso and checked his hands. “There. Beat the shit out of me.” Nathan began to play the part of a kick boxer and shot his kicks against Roger, who darted around the room. Nathan began to sweat at this bound workout. He just missed Roger when he lost his balance, and fell to the floor. He got into a sitting position – breathing heavy from the workout.
Roger jumped him, put his legs into a scissors lock, and tightly bound his ankles. Nathan began to grunt in his gag. “Let me see you get out of that!” Nathan began to squirm and struggle against his bounds as Roger got a beer, sat back and taunted him. “Thought you could break out of anything?” Fuck you,” Nathan mpiffed as he fought the ropes. “Can’t get out?” Let me help you. Nathan expected Roger to begin to untie him and the cold beer looked very inviting, when Roger grabbed some more rope and began to hogtie his feet to his wrists. “Does this help?” he taunted his friend as he tightly bound him. Nathan realized he was in deep shit. There was no way out. He looked at Roger. Roger just sat back. “Anything – my ass. Have a good night bound and gagged.”
Nathan was left roped like a steer, struggling like a madman. Finally, exhausted, he stopped. “It’s going to be a fucking long night,” he figured.
End
Nathen played by Holden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/19/2007
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The BlackMailer by Caitiff There he lay on my couch, the little punk. He had been so smug and secure, thinking he could black mail me. But now he was the one XXXX out. I handcuffed him to the railing. I tied his feet to the other side. He would be all stretched with only that flimsy cover all between me and my revenge. He stirred a bit. I was ready for that. I took out a nice thick plug gag. I shoved it into his mouth, latching it behind his neck as tightly as I could. He wouldn’t be able to talk or spit it out. He opened his eyes. He shifted, not realising what had happened to him. Once he felt the ropes around his feet and the hand cuffs around his hands he began to struggle. It was futile of course. But it made me happy to see him slowly realise how fucked he was. “Mmmmm?! Mmpphh mmm Mmmaaphammm!”, He tried threatening me at first. Then I could tell he was begging through the gag. I just smiled. I undid the zipper on his cover all. He went commando so all I had to do was strip him down. I exposed his chest, his nice flat stomach and then I saw the beginnings of his pubes. “Mmmm! MmMMM!”, He renewed his struggling and moaning. He had thought he would get the better of me. Now he was my new toy. I could do whatever I wanted to him. I tied his dick to the railing. He wouldn't move too much now. “I decided instead of money I would give you something else instead.” I said as I pulled out his throbbing cock and began to stroke. I began slowly and then sped up. Then slowed down when he was on the edge. The slowed down again. He moaned, “Mmmmmm... mmmmpphh...” in frustration and anger. I would continue this, breaking him slowly. I would keep him on the edge until he begged me to let him get off. I would make him beg to do to him whatever I wanted. He would learn to never cross me again. The End The Black Mailer Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2012
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Model: Nicholas Armor Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/27/2018
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Model: David Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/07/2018
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Model:Tommy Gunn
Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
35 photos; 5:21 video
Hans walked quickly to his small little apartment. He was running late for that story on police corruption. His editor needed it in the next few hours. But Hands had left one of his files at home. He had just enough time to run back, grab the file and then finish the story. Unfortunately the subject of his investigation had already beaten Hans to his home. Officer Millek was waiting for Hans as the journalist walked through the door. “What the....” Hans blurted out as strong rough hands grabbed him from behind and put him ina head lock. Desperately Hans struggled but slowly everything began to fade to black as he lost consciousness. Officer Millek knew he had to act fast. But first this snoop had to be taken care. Millek took out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffed the unconscious reporter to a chair. Millek repeated the process on his victim’s other hand. Some rope was used on his feet. Hans had his ankles lashed ot the legs of the chair he was cuffed too. The next step was the blind fold. Millek had been careful to grab his victim from behind. Hans would not be able ot identify who attacked him. Millek meant to keep it that way. A bandanna went over the XXXX man’s eyes, blinding Hans. Millek was just finishing up when Hans began to groan. he was waking up. That was fast. “Ohhhhh, wha...hey! Mmmmmpphh!” Hans was cut off by a gloved hand over his mouth. “Mmmmm?! Mmmpphhmmmaammm!”, Hans protested for all the good it did him. Fortunately for Millek, he had planned for this. He grabbed another bandanna and shoved it forcefully into Hans’ mouth. Quickly the cloth was tied around Hans’ head so he could not spit it out. Satisfied that the nosy reporter wasn't’ going anywhere, Millek went to work searching for the file. He tore up the office, the bed room, he even looked in the bathroom. Meanwhile Hans was struggling to get free or at least draw some attention to himself. Hopefully his neighbours would hear him. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Hans grunted. Damn, Millek thought, the guy is making too much noise. Millek would have to show this guy who was in charge. Millek grabbed Hans around his head, forcing his head back. Millek used his other hand ot hold onto Hans at his chest. In his deepest voice, Millek said “Stop if you know what’s good for you.” Sure enough Hans stopped, understanding that his attacker could easily hurt him and here was nothing Hans could do about it. Millek went back to searching and sure enough found it in the kitchen under a coffee cup. Millek grabbed the file and headed to the door. Blindfolded and gagged, Hans had no idea that his big story was walking out the door. The End Hans played by Garrettjan Officer Millek played by Wolfric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/26/2012
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Reality Television by JM The more I think about it the more I get angry. It was my one and only day off in weeks. A I wanted to do was lay around the house and relax. I had been pulling doubles for the past three weeks. Every muscle in my body ached. I woke up to a beautiful morning and sipped my coffee. I turned on the television and began my plan for the day. Daytime television really sucked but I was content just chilling out. As I began to catch up on morning talk trash on the television, a prompt interceded. Some idiot had just robbed a bank and was leading the cops on a high speed chase through downtown. It was on every channel. I sat there watching and wondering how this guy thought he would get away with it. The cops tried every trick in their book to stop him but he just seemed to be one step ahead of them the whole time. It was intense to watch this guy weave in and out of traffic and then exit the freeway for a residential neighborhood. People scrambled to their porches to watch the chase fly by on their street. I sat hoping no one would get hurt but at the same time was dumbfounded as to why they would stand there and watch hen such a dangerous thing was going on. As the culprit made his way through the neighborhood I noticed he was getting closer and closer to mine. The cops could not seem to contain him. I watched as he finally ran out of gas and darted from the car. It was now a foot chase. Suddenly he was out of camera view and the cops seemed to have lost him. He must have ducked into somebody’s garage or something. I watched and waited for something to happen when I heard a loud crash in the other room. I didn’t even have a chance to investigate when a tall man entered my living room brandishing an object. It was the bank robber, holy shit. “Look friend I don’t want to hurt you but as you can see from your TV I’m in a bit of a mess. All I need is a little time to figure my next move so you’ll be having a guest for a while”, he said. “Please mister you can take what you want do what you need to do, but please don’t hurt me”, I pleaded. I could not believe this. I sat here watching this joker cause havoc in the streets and now I’m his prisoner. Now I don’t want to hurt you but I need to keep you on ice for a while until I get my shit together”, he said. On ice I thought? “I’m going to have to tie you up and gag you, it will be uncomfortable but I promise that will the worst of it I need you to get me some rope or tape”, he said. He followed me to the kitchen where I gave him some rope from a drawer. I was terrified. He took back into the living room and began to tie me up. He wrapped the itchy rope around my chest and shoulders. He tied wrists tightly and knotted the rope hard. His he pulled a bandana from his pocket and XXXX it between my teeth. He tied the bandana behind my head and pushed down onto the couch. “MMMMMMPPPPPHHHH”. I whimpered out of fear. I watched as paced back and forth. He looked over at me and decided I wasn’t secure enough for him. He grabbed more rope and began securing my feet. He tightly bound my legs and ankles. I fought quietly against the ropes hoping he wouldn’t notice. He pushed onto my back on the couch and left the room. I lay there scared about what was next. I heard the back door open and shut and then silence. He was gone. I struggled to get to my feet. I thought maybe I could hop to the front door but fell onto my knees .I rolled and grunted as I tried to free myself. I was able to loosen the rope and began to work my way free, when I looked up and saw him standing there again. Oh shit he was still here. “Look friend I told you to keep still, now I have to make you a little more uncomfortable”, he said. He re secured the ropes and wrapped more around my socked feet. He pulled me into a tight hogtie knotting the ropes tighter than before. “MMMPPPHHH”, I squealed in pain. I lay still on the floor as he left the room again. He walked back in carrying my car keys. “I hope you don’t mind friend but I need to borrow your car for a while”, he said. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. Then I realized he would be leaving. “GOMMPPPHH HEAMMPPPPHH”, I said through my gag. He picked up his bag and left. I struggled to break free but my carelessness earlier had made the knots more impossible to loosen. I rolled and fought against my ties and screamed as loudly as I could through the bandana. Suddenly after becoming completely exhausted my eyes focused on the television. They had caught sight of him again, but his time in my car. I watched as the police finally trapped him while at the same time blowing out my new tires. Finally after another hour of struggling I was able to free myself. I went down to the police station to make a report. Thank God I have insurance. The End Date of Production: 11/24/2008
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Mitch stared bleary-eyed into his computer screen, as Joe looked over his shoulder impatiently. “Isn’t there some faster way to decode the files?” he asked. Joe was a world-class detective but knew nothing about technology. “It’s called decrypting, not decoding,” Mitch said wearily. “And it takes time. The people who created these files really, really did not want anyone to see them.” “Of course not,” Joe said. “If my source is right, these files will nail that bastard Carrington to the wall.” Lamar Carrington was something of an obsession with Joe. While Joe was on the police force, he had nearly busted Carrington a dozen times on charges of extortion, money laundering and murder, but he had never been able to get enough evidence to secure a conviction. After his retirement, Joe considered it a personal mission to bring Carrington down. And these damn computer files were the key. Joe was Mitch’s friend as well as his boss, and he wanted to help him. But he was exhausted. He had been up for hours trying to get through the encryption on the files. Absent-mindedly, he started humming “Dust in the Wind,” a nervous habit that he had developed as a teenager. “If you’re going to do that, at least learn a new song,” Joe sXXXXped. Mitch stopped abruptly. “Sorry to bite your head off,” Joe added. “I’m just frustrated.” “We’re both tired,” Mitch said. “Why don’t you go home and get some XXXX? I’ll call you if I make any progress.” After a token bit of protest, Joe agreed and went home. Mitch decided to work a few more minutes, which turned into a few more hours. Before he knew it, he had cracked the encryption. Elated, he grabbed his cell phone and punched Joe’s number. “Great news, Joe, I figured it out,” he said. “Go back to XXXX, the file should be completely decrypted by morning.” Very pleased with himself, Mitch fell aXXXX in his chair. When he woke up a short time later, he found himself face to face with one of Carrington’s hired goons, pointing a XXXX at him. “You should stay out of other people’s business,” the goon growled, raising the XXXX. Mitch ducked instinctively, but the XXXX was not aimed at him. It fired into his computer, blowing the hard drive to bits. The terminal sputtered, and the painstakingly decrypted files blinked out of existence. The goon brought the XXXX down on the back of Mitch’s head, and everything went black. Mitch woke up slowly, remembering that he was in deep trouble. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw the familiar, malevolent face of Lamar Carrington. He grunted into the bandanna gagging his mouth and pulled against the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. “Hello, Mitch,” Carrington said. “I must say, it’s a relief that we don’t have to tap your cell phone any more. You lead a staggeringly dull life. How can a grown man have so many conversations about “Doctor Who”?” Mitch groaned into his gag. They had heard him tell Joe about the decryption. And now the files were lost forever. “Capturing you lets me kill two birds with one stone, so to speak,” Carrington said. “Without you, that oaf won’t be able to pry into any more of my computer files. And if he tries, I now have the perfect hostage. In a few hours, my private jet is going to take you to one of my safehouses in the Caribbean. You’ll be well cared for, as long as Joe Newton stays out of my affairs.” His eyes flashing with anger, Mitch rolled over, kicking at Carrington. The older man dodged him easily and placed a foot on his neck. “Don’t make such a fuss,” he said. “You’ll be very popular down there. Several of the guards have a taste for young men. Really, if your cell phone conversations are any indication, you’ll have a much richer social life down there than you have here.” Carrington chuckled as he left, enjoying Mitch’s evident panic. Being a boy toy for his thugs did not seem to appeal to him. That would teach people to meddle in his business. Mitch struggled against the ropes, desperately trying to loosen the knots. He could not believe he had been so stupid – revealing sensitive information on a cell phone. A cell phone! Why not just rent a billboard? Then he realized something, He still had his cell phone. He struggled to his knees and let the phone fall out of his shirt pocket. Twisting around, he managed to flip the phone open. That was the easy part. Making a phone call while bound and gagged was going to be a bigger challenge. He had heard of “hands-free” cell phones, but this was a bit much. Fortunately Joe was the last person he called, so he could just punch the redial button. Joe answered XXXXily. “Hello? Who is this?” Damn it, Mitch thought. If Joe had a cell phone like the rest of the civilized world, he would be able to tell who was calling him. Mitch tried to talk through the gag, hoping Joe would recognize the tone of his voice. “MMFFTT MMF!” Mitch grunted. “MMFFCH!” Who the hell is this?” Joe replied. “What do you want?” Suddenly Mitch had an idea. He started humming “Dust in the Wind,” the same way he had a hundred times around Joe. “Mitch?” Joe said. “Is that you?” “MMMM HMMMM!” Mitch intoned. “What’s wrong? Are you in trouble?” ““MMMM HMMMM!” Mitch replied. “You can’t talk, but you can still grunt. Try using Morse code.” Mitch wasn’t sure he had time to say “Carrington is shipping me off to the Caribbean to be a sex slave” in Morse code, but he figured the first word would convey the message. As soon as he had finished spelling it out, Joe knew what was going on. “This time that bastard is going to pay,” Joe said. “Hang on, Mitch, help is on the way.” Mitch waited for what seemed like hours. He could only hope that Joe got there before he was packed off to God knows where. Then Carrington entered the room, flanked by two of his seemingly endless supply of hired goons. Mitch recognized the one who had fragged his computer and clonked him on the head. Mitch could forgive the bludgeoning, but he really resented losing a perfectly good computer. “Get him ready for shipping,” Carrington barked. The two goons hoisted Mitch up and lowered him into a wooden crate. They added some duct tape around his mouth, reinforcing the bandanna and ensuring he would stay completely silent during the trip. Then they placed the lid on the box and began nailing it shut. After the last nail had been hammered into the lid, Mitch felt the box being lifted. Then, just as he had given up hope of rescue, he heard Joe’s voice. “Freeze, all of you,” Joe shouted. “You’re under arrest.” He had brought what looked like half of the police force to raid Carrington’s house. Two uniformed officers opened the crate with a crowbar and lifted Mitch out. Mitch winced as the duct tape was pulled off his face, but it was a small price to pay for his freedom. “I thought I was a goner,” Mitch said. “You really like to make a dramatic entrance.” “Sorry for cutting it so close,” Joe said. “I had to wake up a judge and get an emergency warrant. Carrington’s not going to get out on a technicality this time. Aggravated assault, XXXX, conspiracy – he’s going away for life.” Joe put his arm around Mitch’s shoulder. “Let’s get you home, kid” Joe said. “You’ve had a long night.” End Mitch played by Himself Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/15/2007
36 photos
Model: Van Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 12/30/2008
24 photos; 6:47 video
The Wide Receiver played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/26/2017
25 photos; 5:13 video
Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2017
23 photos; 3:04 video
Model : Ron Jeffries
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/03/2017
23 photos; 2:30 video
Date of Production: 02/21/2007
22 photos; 3:36 video
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-five, twenty-eight, thirty!"
OK, OK Brad told himself. So – I’m cheating a bit. But these sit-ups were a real bitch. His stomach was already flat enough – it was his chest and arms that he wanted to develop. He wiped his sweating brow. He was sick and tired of his roommate Betsy’s boyfriend mocking him. Biff was a rippling mass of muscle - a real studmeister. At least Brad thought so. Betsy was always complaining that Biff seemed to be thinking about something else when they were making out. Brad wished that he could experience that problem firsthand. He felt a stirring down below as he thought about Biff. Damn, it was just his luck. Why couldn’t Biff be like Betsy’s other boyfriends? Goofy nerdy types. Brad wouldn’t be tortured by lustful thoughts every time Biff came over. And…..the other guys would never have dared to criticize Brad. Brad had thought that he had looked just fine until Biff started hanging around. Now he was getting an inferiority complex.
"Forty-five, forty-eight, FIFTY!!!"
Whew, thank God that was over and done with. Now he could start with the weights. He wasn’t doing anything too strenuous yet. He was going to tone the muscles that he had before starting on the heavy-duty stuff. Damn, he really didn't look that bad at all. He was an idiot to let Biff get to him. Why, he would just….
"Well, well. What do we have here? The Bradster is working out? Isn’t that sweet?"
Brad felt another wave of sweat break out over his body. Biff was leaning against the doorjamb, with a sneer on his face. Goddammit, why did he have to look so hot? Brad couldn’t understand how Betsy could complain about Biff. Just the thought of running his hands over that muscled body made him feel weak.
"Hey, buddy, you’re going about this all wrong. Let me show you something that I discovered at the gym last week. It’ll make a new man out of you in no time at all."
"Umm, errr…well gee Biff…." Brad felt like an idiot, stuttering as the hunk approached him. He wondered why Biff was here – he must have known that Betsy had gone to visit her sister for the weekend. And…why was Biff carrying that rope in his hands? How very strange. Brad didn’t have any more time for thinking as Biff placed one of his huge hands on Brad’s chest and pushed him down.
"Here, let me show you how it works. You get to work on every muscle in your body. It’s a real total work out. Yup, EVERY muscle in your body."
"Umm, Biff, what are you doing. This is kind of strange. I’ve never heard of this kind of exercise." Brad was somewhat baffled – why was Biff tying him up like this? Shit, he hoped that Biff wouldn’t notice the huge erection that was battling to escape from his jock. That would be totally embarrassing. Darn, but these ropes were tight. He could barely move a muscle. How was he supposed to exercise, all trussed up like this?
"Relax, buddy, relax. Don’t you worry, ole Biff here is going to take care of you. Like I said, you’ll be like a new man when I’m finished with you."
This was getting weirder by the moment. Brad noticed the peculiar look on Biff’s face. His eyes were glazing over, and he was licking his lips. He had a sheen of perspiration on his upper lip. Brad thought about how he would like to lick off those tiny beads of sweat…fuck, he was getting horny. Hey, wait a minute. Why was Biff rubbing himself down there, in the groin? HOLY COW! Now Brad couldn’t believe that Betsy ever complained. The guy was hung like a horse. But…why was Biff sporting a stiffy now?
" You see, buddy, what you have to do is to struggle against those ropes, trying to get free. I’ll guarantee that you’ll use every muscle in your body. Yeah…every muscle."
"Umm, Biff, I really don’t think that this is a good…what the hell is that?" Brad’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Biff pulled a red ball attached to leather straps out of the pocket of his sweat pants.
"Oh, didn’t I explain? You see, there isn’t any talking allowed with this exercise. Not one single word."
"Biff, wait…MMGGGGNNOOOOO!"
his was insane!!! What on earth could have gotten into Biff? Why was he doing this? Brad battled against Biff, trying to prevent him from stuffing that red ball into his mouth. But he was helpless. No matter how hard he strained his muscles, he was unable to move.
"Wasn’t I right, buddy? Aren’t you getting a workout? Oh yeah, fight against those ropes more. Work up a real good sweat. Oh God, yes, moan through that gag. That’s good, buddy, real good."
"GMMMMBIFFM!!! MMTHISMCRAZY! MMBETSYYY!!! MMWHATMDOING!!!!"
Brad was amazed, truly amazed. Biff had his sweat pants down around his ankles, and was pulling on his pud with all his might. Jesus Christ, but it was huge. Brad banged the bench against the floor, howling through his gag. Shit, he was going to pop himself if he wasn’t careful.
"You’ve got one more muscle that needs a work out. I’m going to have help you with that one, Bradster."
Brad could only moan and watch helplessly as his pants were pulled down and Biff ripped off his stained jock strap. He closed his eyes as he felt Biff’s meaty hand jerking on his engorged member, groaning with bliss as Biff ran his enormous tongue over Brad’s sweaty chest. Now he knew why Betsy complained about Biff’s mind being on other things when they made out. He felt a brief twinge of guilt about Betsy, and then it disappeared as his entire body shook with ecstasy. Working out was so much better than he had thought it would be.
THE END
Brad played by Kent
Biff played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/27/2007
21 photos; 4:44 video
Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/21/2013
23 photos; 3:26 video
The late shift at the loading dock suited Jesse just fine. Ever since college, he'd loved to XXXX late, so a job that started at 11 pm was right up his alley. The pay was pretty good, too, and though it was a dead-end job, he'd decided it was great for the time being, at least until he got his vintage Camaro paid off.
Jerry, his foreman, had told him to expect a quiet night. No late shipments were scheduled, and basically Jesse would just be keeping an eye on the storage area. A million-dollar shipment of computer parts had arrived that afternoon, and all Jesse had to do was stay awake and patrol the large storage facility every couple of hours.
Jesse had his feet up, watching the portable TV, when he heard a peculiar noise. Then, he could swear he heard voices coming from the opposite end of the storage facility. The only weapon he had was his cell phone, programmed to speed-dial 911, but he decided to take a look anyway. He crept through the maze of boxes and storage crates, and the voices became clearer.
"Dis is a piece of cake, Boss! Dese dopes don't even have a security guard. Guess I packed this rope for nuthin'", a gravelly voice said.
Jesse froze...it was a heist! And they thought they were alone. Jesse decided it would be better if they continued thinking that...$26 an hour was good pay, but not good enough to get bumped off for. He began to re-trace his path through the crates when his foot got wedged between two piles of boxes, sending one side crashing down before he could steady them.
Before he could even react, he was grabbed by a tall, muscular guy who circled Jesse's throat with one arm, while clamping a thick hand over his mouth.
"Hey, Boss, look what I found!" his attacker said gleefully.
As Jesse tried to struggle, the Boss looked him up and down.
"Anyone with you, kid?" he asked.
Jesse shook his head no.
"Lucky for you," the Boss said. "Tie him up, Eddie." Jesse saw the silver pistol the Boss pointed at him, and gave up struggling.
Eddie took out his ropes and began to bind Jesse's wrists together behind his back.
"Ow!" Jesse cried, as the knots were tightened.
"Too tight, kid? You'll get used to it." Eddie said, as he wrapped more rope around Jesse's chest and arms, pulling it snug and knotting it in back. "Now, down on the floor!"
Jesse slid his back along the wall until his butt hit the floor, and watched helplessly as his knees and ankles were tied. A chill went up his spine when he saw Eddie remove a wide roll of duct tape from his bag.
"Please, you don't have to tape me," Jesse pleaded, "I'll be quiet! Plea...MMM PPHHHHFFFFF!!"
His pleas were ignored as Eddie plastered three layers of the 2-inch wide duct tape over Jesse's mouth, sealing it shut.
"Dere, dat should hold ya. Now, be a good kid and just lay dere. Don't try nuthin', ya don't want da Boss to get mad, trust me."
Eddie left, and went back to helping load up the crates of computer parts. Jesse instinctively flexed against his bonds, testing them. The rope around his wrists was tight and no matter how he tried to twist his hands, there was no give. The tape gag kept his jaws clamped together, and the ropes around his legs kept him immobile. After about twenty minutes, Jesse noticed that there were no more sounds or voices. Then he started to get pissed off, and began rolling around on the floor. He struggled like a madman, but the only result of his efforts was that the ropes felt even tighter than before. He flipped himself over, and plowed into a pile of boxes, sending them crashing to the floor. Luckily, they missed him, but the sound was deafening. Jesse looked up, and there was Eddie towering over him, a coil of white rope in his hand.
"You dumb kid," he growled, "I told you to keep quiet!"
Jesse whined into his gag, and gave Eddie his best puppy-dog eyes. Eddie squatted down, and chuckled.
"You're a cute kid," he said, winding the rope through the bindings on Jesse's ankles. "I got a nephew you remind me of. Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Just stop rollin' around and lay still here till dey find youse in da morning."
Jesse moaned into his gag as Eddie folded his legs up behind him, and tied the ends of the rope to the cord around his chest so that he was tightly hogtied. He added some more rope to his wrists, then added another strip of tape to the gag.
He patted Jesse's blond hair affectionately.
"If I was you, kid, I'd look for a new line of woik!"
Jesse sighed, and decided the hood's suggestion was a good one.
The End
Jesse played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/03/2006
22 photos; 4:21 video
It was Jason's 33rd birthday and he was absolutely ecstatic. He had gotten exactly what he wanted. At first he was a bit skeptical about the reliability of the web-site. He was even more unsure of the price but here his order was neatly wrapped and delivered the night before he turned 33.
The box was huge, that was to be expected; the contents marked fragile that was also to be expected. Of course the box very heavy, it had to be. Packages like this don't generally come small or cheap.
Jason was almost to excited to open the box, so he waited for a bit.
Then, unable to contain himself anymore, he tore open the massive box and an ocean of packing peanuts poured out. Jason dug eagerly through the packing peanuts until he uncovered his present. There bound up by shoulders, wrist , legs and ankles was a man.
The blue gag and blue and white ropes that held him securely and silently
complimented his blue jeans, t-shirt and white socks.
Jason was overjoyed they got his every specification absolutely correct, right down to his color requests. The bound man struggle futilely against the colorful bondage and
from the look in his eye he still had a bit of fight in him. Yes everything was exactly as Jason wanted.
The eyes of the bound man got bigger when he saw Jason, and he resumed his futile
struggles as Jason spent a great deal of time running his hands all over his chest and ass.
Jason smiled veraciously as he groped and fondled his new toy. Clearly the rope and
gag would have to remain for a few days. It was clear that the bound man would
probably run at the first opportunity.
"Now" said Jason as he hefted the bound man onto his shoulders "its time to show you around your new home. Your going to love it here."
The Present played by Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:01/15/2012
24 photos; 3:28 video
Model: Andre
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/05/2005