Cheeky Monkey

24 photos; 2:08 video

Slap That Ass

32 photos; 5:19 video

Vladdy played by Vladimir
Daddy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/16/2019

Out In The Woods

21 photos; 2:10 video

An Officer and a Hostage by Kirk

29 photos; 3:18 video

Col. Chet Bradford was glad to return to his quarters.  The "Colonel" was actually an honorary title....he was an English teacher at Shady Grove Military Academy. The kids had really gotten on his nerves today.  He was the youngest teacher on staff, and they thought they could play him more than the other old-timers on the faculty.  In retaliation, Chet had assigned a 1,000-word essay to the class titled: "An Officer and a Gentleman: Define!"  Chet was exhausted as he turned the knob of his homey residence and stepped in.

Little did Chet know, but the turning of the doorknob sealed his fate.  As he stepped through the doorway, something heavy and blunt connected with the back of his head.  The handsome teacher went down like a sack of bricks.  Out cold, he could have no idea who his assailant(s) was.  But, in fact, they were 3 of his students, who were in no mood to write a 1,000 word essay that evening.

Chet's aching head slowly cleared.  As the fog lifted, he was amazed to find himself immobilized.  An instinctive cry was muffled by a thick strip of duct tape plastered over his mouth, and his arms and hands were pinioned.  Chet worked out at the school gym every morning, and he couldn't believe that a few yards of clothesline had rendered him helpless.  He grunted and shifted his shoulders, trying to stretch his upper arms, but the ropes held taut.  And then his attackers came into view..three of them...wearing black jeans and T's and spandex hoods which completely obscured their faces.  Without a word, two of them approached him with more rope, and quickly tied his knees and ankles. Chet grunted in outrage through his gag as he was pushed down and made even more helpless than before.

Chet watched them move around his home.  They didn't seem to be interested in stealing anything.  They remained completely silent, except for an occasional muffled snicker escaping through their masks as they observed their tied and gagged victim.  As Chet's clouded vision finally cleared completely, he thought he recognized something familiar about his three attackers.  Their movements indicated that they were young men, probably as young as his senior students.  If he didn't know better.....he'd swear the tallest one was Tim McNamara, the lead wiseass in his class.  But it couldn't be....they wouldn't dare...attacking, knocking out, binding and gagging a teacher would mean immediate expulsion, and criminal charges.  But, then again, some of these spoiled rich punks would do anything to get thrown out, and their wealthy daddies would cover up any charges they incurred. No...it couldn't be.....

"How ya like being on the receiving end of the bullshit, Teach?" the tallest one said.  He yanked off the spandex hood.

Tim McNamara!!

Chet grunted in anger..the tape gag muffling his expletives into nonsense.

"MMMMPPPFFFFFHHHHH!"

Chet's mind whirled....he couldn't believe that any student would go this far.  But he knew damn well the cowardly administration would cover it up and if he wanted to keep his job, he'd have to shut up too.  What a REVOLTING development!!

Do With As I Please By: By Gilroy

25 photos

Frank needed money for his hot new date he asked out last week. She was really cute but Frank was even cuter to me. I simply love the expression of hot men in the time of need they often only think of themselves even though they want you to help them and give you a guilt trip if you don't. He promised to pay me back Sunday but Frank hadn't which put my damn account overdrawn ugh!! I hate being used so now I'm gonna use his cute punk ass for my pleasure hehe...

Frank had no idea what's in store for him now I've have his cute ass all nicely bound up and gagged in my “play room” hehe damn he looked so hot taken in that tight sexy black tee shirt and skater jeans! I XXXX him out cold after a few beers wasn't hard Frank can't hold his liquor well. Coils of thick twisted rope bound his hands tightly behind his back, leaving his front body open to whatever I cared to do with it. To keep his pitiful yapping down, I slapped some sticky tape over his lips. That shall shut the pizzy up! That was his weird nickname after his cute messy hair. Truthfully I liked it well but always teased him with saying he's rebellious and should get himself a damn haircut. Hmmm maybe I'll threaten him with a shave from head to toe he like that wouldn't he? Haha perfect!

“Mmmm!” Frank moaned pathetically when he finally arose from his hangover, man this boy can't drink like the tough kid he says he is now I'm gonna teach him reality once and for all. He begged to be let go but that only encouraged me further to torment him. I had evil plans for him and if he's not good he'll be sorry when I beat him up while tied up! If Frank didn't have my money he would repay me another way, and it's simply tough love!

Desperately Frank struggled against the ropes. It was futile, of course. Frank was hardly the first guy to think he could screw me over. I had him trussed well but the boy wouldn't stop moving.

"Mmmmmppphhh! Mmppmmmmmmm! MMPH!!!" ...ah the beautiful sound of a kid at my mercy it's music to my ears! All of them had ended up the same... tied up, gagged and awaiting me to sell them over to some other dude who would pay handsomely for fresh cute new faces. I would have to see if that guy in Singapore would be interested, he loves handsome young slaves with nice beefy muscled bodies and cute little baby faces. Frank was just his type!

But I was getting way ahead of myself. Frank was still raw and untrained; he had still had delusions of being in control. There he was still trying to escape, what a restless little pizzy he was! He was bound hand and foot but still he struggled, as if he had any chance of breakin' free? Frank moaned and begged through his sweet taped up lips, apparently not understanding why I had gagged his punk mouth to begin with. Time to put this pizzy in proper time out!

"MmmpphH, mmmpphhHH!!" Frank screamed. "I said shut the hell up Frank you're mine now and you will do what I say! Time to bind up those juicy muscles of yours really tight if you make a peep I'll wrap you up tighter so you can't breathe you hear!" Frank sobbed and broke into his subordinate form as I firmly coiled more tight ropes around his beefy chest and arms and squeezed his torso like a snake into a well packaged stud off to the slave market then I bound up his feet and meaty legs too so the boy knows he's owned! Frank tried to resist, of course it didn’t do him any good. Frank didn’t need more rope to stay tied up, but it was good for him to get used ot the idea of being tightly bound. It looked so hot on him like he was somehow made for this. He would be spending most of his time tied up in some fashion.

“Mmmppphh Mmmmaaa!” Frank grunted as I shoved him to the ground on his knees. Something else he might as well get used to now. The boy will be manhandled a lot as his tightly bound helpless body is begging to be touched and possibly abused if the kid misbehaves.

"Now you be a good litt'l pizzy or I'll really hurt you, now shut up you bad pizzy! Next time I hear you moan and struggle I'm gonna take this sharp edge and slice you up until you're completely butt ass naked!" Frank looked puzzled but believed me and backed down.

"mmmmpppphhhmmm... mmmmm?" I watched Frank continue to struggle and grunt, the pure excitment of young boys tied up and at my full mercy gets me so hard! He still couldn't believe that I was going to sell his ass off into slavery. I know my customers would fall in love with his personality; they adore cute litt'l tied up pizzys hehe and I told him that was going to happen to him if he didn't’ pay me. Now he's worthless and fair game to whoever will pay me the highest bid; a handsome young jock like Frank could be worth $10K! However I didn't’ see any reason to get my money back too soon as I'm not through with him yet... I was sure to get more for him if he was properly trained first.

Yeah, I was really going to enjoy this... "Now my pizzy let's whip u into shape hehehe..." Frank's eyes opened like cue balls when I cracked the big leather whip out at him, he cried... "Now down on your knees! Or feel my wrath..." WHACK!!

"MmMMPHHHhH!!!! MmmpHHH!!"

The End

Frank played by: Zac

Photography by: Zac

Date of Production:09/22/2010

Bucking Bronco by Caitiff

20 photos; 5:18 video

Con’t from Urban Cowboy

    “Mmmmmppphhaaammmmmm!”  Kenny moaned angrily. 
    Earlier that day he had insulted his neighbour Jose and Carlos.  They had responded by nabbing him.  Now he was in their basement tied up.  A filthy rag had been knotted and shoved into his mouth, gagging him.  Then while he lay on a mattress they had pulled down his pants.  His ass and dick hung out exposed.  More rope was taken out and Kenny was cruelly hog tied.  Jose and his buddy Carlos ran their grubby hands all over Kenny’s helpless body.    Bound and gagged, he could nothing as they XXXX him.

    “Mmmmpphhh!? Mmmmmm!”, Kenny grunted.
    Suddenly there was the sound of a XXXX on the door.
    “Ahh shit, what now man!” Carlos complained, “I was just getting into it!”
    “Well go see who it is, asshole!”, Jose said as he grabbed at Kenny’s dick.
    “You do it!  It’s your house.” Carlos retorted.
    “Fuck. All right. Keep this asshole quiet! And don’t do nothing until I get back.”
    Jose pulled up his half dropped drawers and ran up the stairs.  Carlos gave Kenny a threatening look and went off into a corner.  Taking out a cigarette, he lit up a smoke.

    Kenny couldn’t hear what was going on upstairs but he did realise this could have been his only chance to get help.    But how?  Even if he tried yelling for help, would anyone hear him through the gag?  Kenny could hardly move being trussed up as he was.
    Kenny didn’t know how long Jose had been gone but it seemed like quite a while.  Carlos was obviously growing impatient.  He threw his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it angrily.
    “Fuck this.  And fuck Jose.  Your ass is mine.”
    “Mmmppphh!”  Kenny groaned.  He practically growled at Carlos for all the good it would do. 
    Carlos went to work, squeezing Kenny’s bare buns.  Kenny’s nips were bitten and pinched.    Carlos' lips went down and Kenny could feel his tongue going up and down the shaft.  Despite himself, his dick began to harden. Carlos had already taken out his own growing cock and was rubbing against Kenny’s bare body.

“Uhh hey, Carlos, you need to come up here man.”, Jose said from a top the stairs.

    “It can wait.”
    “No.  Only a minute.”
    “damn!  Guess he got rid of the guy at the door.  Be right back and then you can have both of us.” 
    Carlos pulled himself off Kenny, pulled up his pants and ran up threw stairs only to be greeted by a man yelling “Police. On the ground!”
    Kenny was never so happy as he saw the police rush down the stairs to go rescue him.  Apparently when Jose and Carlos had grabbed him, someone had called the police. 
    As a hunky muscular cop undid Kenny’s bonds, Kenny couldn’t help but notice how hot the guy looked in his uniform.

The End

Kenny the Cowboi played by Jay
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 10/12/2008

Hello Neighbor!

25 photos; 3:46 video

Bound Guy played by Rex
Bad Guy played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/31/2019

Biker Against The Wall

25 photos; 4:55 video

Gagged Biker played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/18/2019

COMING HOME

30 photos; 5:05 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Roped and Ready to Ride

20 photos; 5:25 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/12/2012

Leather Boi

33 photos; 5:58 video

Frat House Rodeo by Kirk

26 photos

            Jamie could not figure out his new frat pledge bro, Tex.  Well, since Jamie came from the Bronx, New York City he was not used to cowboys.  Tex spoke with that Texan “drawl,” they New Yorker’s found silly.  Jamie could not help but notice that Tex kept in his room coils of rope.  He would go on the roof of the frat house and in the middle of lower Manhattan and lasso imaginary steers.  “It’s the rodeo in me,” Tex explained.  “Man, you should see the fun of the rodeo, the thrill.  Well I once lassoed a steer and it took me less than one minute to have that fucker in a tight hogtie.”  Jamie got hard and he had a plan.
 
            Some weeks later the two were alone in the frat house for the weekend.  Tex was again playing with his coil of rope.  “You know us Rican Bronx cowboys are pretty good with rope too,” Jamie explained.  “Tough living in the South Bronx hombre.  To survive you might have to rope up your enemy before he gets you!”  “You Jamie, rope up some dude?  You city folk could not tie up a steer or a man for any reason with any success.  The dude would be out in 10 minutes.”   “Wanna test your words, Gringo?” Jamie replied.  “What if I were to lasso you, rope you like a steer, and give you ten minutes to get out.  If you don’t, you buy the beer.  If you do it’s on me.”  Tex gave Jamie the finger.  “Fuck you dude.  Give it your best shot and then you’ll be getting me a keg!”
 
            Tex tossed a coil of rope to Jamie.  “Ok cowboy, hands behind your back.”  Jamie began to rope Tex’s crossed wrists behind his back.  “Ever been tied up before hombre?” Jamie asked.  “Nope, said Tex, you?”  “All the time man, since I was a Boy Scout.  Love it, and love tying people up too!”  “You mean you have done this before?” Tex asked, the rope now getting tighter with each turn around his wrists.  “So many times I can’t count!”  Tex was getting a bit nervous now but would not show any sign of fear as Jamie began to wrap the rope around Tex’s arms and, lashing his biceps to his sides.  “Yoo man, that is a bit tight,” Tex complained.  With lightning speed Jamie had a knotted bandanna and shoved it between Tex’s teeth and tied off behind his head.  “What you say cowboy?”  Tex started to bitch in his gag, but Jamie shoved his hand over his mouth.  “Need a photo for the company!”  Jamie held his cell phone and took a photo of Tex’s hand covered face.  Tex now began to moan in his gag.  “COOOO MOPPPNYYYYYYYYYYY??”  Before he could moan again, Jamie dumped Tex to the floor.  “Stay put for a second.”  Tex began to buck like a roped steer against his ropes, but soon he realized that Jamie was a pro at this and he was tied really tight.  Jamie returned with another coil of Tex’s rope.  “Got to finish the job!”  Tex began to struggle, but to no avail.  With his arms helpless he could not stop Jamie from tightly roping his ankles and knees.  Exhausted from the struggle, Tex moaned,  gagged for air and sweat while Jamie stood back to admire his handiwork.
 
            Jamie began to take a few more pictures with his cell phone and made some calls as Tex shifted his body on the floor, trying to get some leverage against his bindings.  It was useless.  Jamie flipped the phone closed and looked at his prisoner.  “Well you owe me the beer mother fucker!”   Tex calmed down.  He figured that the game was over and Jamie would untie him.  Tex nodded a “yes.”  “But I guess you did not plan on a little company too,” Jamie said, a strange grin on his face.  Tex began to rock and roll like a mad man, but with a bit more rope Jamie put him into a tight hogtie, Tex totally helpless and defeated.
 

            “A little company for sure,” Jamie explained as Tex’s wrists and arms kept numbing from the tightness of the bindings.  “You see, most of the dudes in this frat are from our Boy Scout troop.  And we LOVE getting a cute dude and have him all tied up nice and helpless.  We never worked on a cowboy before!”  Tex flopped and rolled around and landed on his back.  “Fuck me,” he thought. “Now all the weight is on my arms.  What are you going to do to me,” he slowly mumbled through his gag.  “Me?” Jamie replied, “oh, not me.  I am the supervisor.  The company will decide.” 
 
            Tex laid in his ropes, exhausted, his torso glistening with sweat, helpless as some of his frat brothers returned.  Tex now looked up at 4 faces smiling down at his helpless state.  “This begins your true initiation,” Jamie explained.  “Paddled, cold showers, and receiving the DELTA brand all while you are nicely roped and gagged.  Sure you will loose that cowboy hat soon! On with it boys!”  Text knew he had no hope and would have to endure his initiation without any sounds or complaints..  His pants were pulled down,  and he  was rolled on his belly, ready for the first swoosh.  “Fuckin  rope contest.  What an asshole I am,” he thought as the first swoosh came down across his bare ass and he watched a brother heat the DELTA brand on the stove.

Blue on Blue by Soft Touch

30 photos

 "I'm sorry!"

"We weren't doing anything!"

John wouldn't listen to me. He just pulled my mouth open and shoved his biggest plug gag deep into my mouth.

"MmmeaseMmohn!" I begged him.

But he ignored the tears on my cheeks, pulled my head down roughly onto his shoulder, and then he buckled the straps really tight behind my neck. It hurt me, but not as much as when he pushed me away from him and I fell back onto our guest bed. He was so angry that he didn't even want me to touch him now.

 "Drew, I have had it with you!" he screamed at me, and then he went out and slammed the door shut with a really loud bang. I wanted to cry. This wasn't like the times when I'd forgotten to put out the garbage, or all of the times he had yelled at me for leaving my dirty clothes all over our bedroom floor. No, this was different, and John was really different.

And foolish me, I never saw it coming. When I came home I had kissed him as usual and I guess I got a little excited when he pushed me toward the guest room. John didn't go in for sex anywhere outside of our bedroom so I thought that maybe this was going to be kind of fun to do. And I think I kind of giggled a little when he told me to take my clothes off. I loved it when he was a little bossy. And I didn't even guess that something was wrong when he started to tie me up. He had tied me up lots of times before, usually when he was trying to be nice and give me a reward me for something good that I had done for him.

But then he started pulling the ropes really tight like he had never done before, and then I saw the angry vein pulsing at his temple, and the way he was pressing his lips so tight together, and I knew that something was terribly wrong.

 "Who was that boy?" he asked me through his tight lips.

Oh no! That boy was David. David, the boy who wouldn't even look at me when we were in school together. David, the boy who always had two cheerleaders on his arms so that no one would ever guess the truth about him. David, the boy who had finally come out to himself and rushed over to tell me all about it when I was coming home through the park.

 I swear I only gave him one kiss. And it didn't mean a thing to me. I was just trying to be friendly and supportive and all of those things that you're supposed to be. But John must have seen that kiss, and now he was like, like I had never seen him before.

"I don't want to hear about it, Drew!" He was screaming at me through the door. "You're going to be in that room all night! You think you can run around on me and make me out to be the fool?"

How could I make him understand? Didn't he know how much I loved him?

 I could hear the crashing of pots and the sound of breaking dishes coming from the kitchen. My poor John. My lover could never find his way around my kitchen, and his cooking was just terrible. Maybe I was going to go hungry tonight, but better that than having to eat John's cooking.

I'll wait until the morning when he's calmed down. Then he'll come to untie me. And then I'll give him all of the loving he's going to be missing tonight, and I'll cook him a nice big breakfast, and then he will promise never to hurt me again.

THE END

Drew played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Dante Hogtied on the Floor

31 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/24/2019

Leather Pup

20 photos; 3:34 video

Model: Vladimor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/23/2019

Feeling Shy

20 photos; 5:24 video

Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/23/2019

Wrong Side of the Bed

24 photos; 6:31 video

Model: Van
Photography by Caitiff

Date of P{roduction: 12/30/2008

Arturo

42 photos; 3:01 video

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 12/04/2008

Urban Cowboy by Kurt

24 photos

Kenny loved Western gear...the whole shebang, tight jeans, boots, the 10-gallon hat.  The fact that Kenny lived in a tenement in the South Bronx did nothing to lessen his enthusiasm for all things cowboy.  There were still a few country line-dancing clubs in the city that he visited on the weekends, but he still wore his Western fashions every day in the neighborhood. The locals usually left him alone, though occasionally he'd get a catcall as he walked through the streets.

His big mistake was wearing the T-shirt he'd gotten at The Knotted Lasso, the gay country/Western club he'd discovered the previous weekend in the Village.  It proudly proclaimed, "If You Can Rope Me, You Can Ride Me".  Kenny was a little dense, and he figured the logo referred to the bucking bronco on the shirt.  But his horny Hispanic neighbors had a different idea when they spotted him strutting down the street.

  "Yo, Papi, I'll ride your ass," hooted Jose, as Kenny walked by.

"Fuck off, asshole," the pseudo-cowboy replied.

Jose's face darkened at the insult.  Without a word, he and Carlos jumped Kenny, and before he could react, he was dragged downstairs into the tenement basement.

"Yo, you think you can dis me like that in front of my homies?" Jose growled, as he tightly tied Kenny's wrists.  Kenny grunted in pain as Jose pulled the knots tight.

"C'mon, man," Kenny whined, "You started it."

"You started it with that shirt, bitch!" Jose growled, as Carlos pushed Kenny down into a rickety wooden chair.  Jose knelt and tied Kenny's legs tightly together.

"Here, Jose", Carlos said, handing Jose a bandanna. "Gag the fucker!"

Kenny grunted as the purple bandanna was pulled between his teeth and knotted behind his head.

"Yo, Jose, leave him here...let's go smoke a blunt!"

The two hoods left the basement and Kenny immediately began struggling.  He got up from the chair and tried hopping around to loosen the ropes, but that didn't work.  He suddenly lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor, with a grunt.

Half an hour passed and Kenny was still as tightly tied as ever.  The storage room door suddenly opened and Kenny looked up to see Jose and Carlos, with slightly glazed smiles on their faces.

"Look, man, the damn cowboy is trying to get away!"

"Gimme some more rope, Carlos!"

Within seconds Kenny was hogtied, and the front of his jeans had been opened.  Kenny was pissed that he had decided to go commando that morning.  His dick peeked out of the jeans opening, while the two hoods looked down at their victim.

"Ay, Jose, look at his wood!" Carlos leered.

Jose squatted down, and roughly gripped Kenny's exposed cockhead.


YEE-HA!!!

To be continued

Bare and Bound

27 photos; 3:04 video

Hopping to Get Away

25 photos; 7:27 video

The Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff





Date of Production: 09/16/2019

Scared Skinny Boi

30 photos; 4:21 video

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photogrgaphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/14/2019

Left Feeling Insecure

30 photos; 7:00 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Bored to Pieces by Cryptococcus

25 photos; 2:22 video

"God, you're so BORED?" said Caleb, increduously. "There's lots of things you could be doing. Like the dirty clothes, or the dirty dishes in the sink, or even studying. Don't you have that statisfics final Tuesday?"

"I've studied until I can't stand it anymore," said Petey. "It's Friday night - the chores can wait." Pete sighed dramatically.

Caleb slipped onto the couch. "You know what I said I'd do the next time I caught you bitchin' and moanin' about being bored?"

"Give me something to REALLY bitch and moan about?"

"Right. But first I have to take you down and put you in your place."

"Take me down how?" Petey said suspiciously, but finally showing some interest.

"Wrasslin'!" Caleb declared, springing to his feet.

Petey jumped up a moment later, and the two young men, all in good play, groped and rolled around on the floor for a couple of minutes. Finally, Petey was pinned with the slender Caleb victorious. Both were breathing heavily from exertion. Caleb rolled Petey over onto his stomach and said, "You'd better stay there just like that," he warned. "Don't move a muscle."

"Or what?" asked Petey, with his cheek against the carpet.

"You'll find out what!"

Caleb watched as Petey padded into his bedroom. When the young man came out a moment later, he was carrying a paper bag.

"Put your hands behind your back," Caleb said, and then he helped when Petey was fractionally slow to comply. The bag was filled with a tangle of ropes, and Caleb dumped it at Petey's side. Then, kneeling beside the boy, Caleb tied Petey's wrists together.

"I don't think I'm going to LIKE this," Petey said.

"I don't think I need to hear any more bitchin' and moanin' from you. You and that silly bandanna. I done told you this ain't Montana. Folks 'round here don't need 'em, but I bet we can find another use for it." Caleb unknotted the bandanna and twirled it several times between his hands. "Open up," he told the boy on the floor.

When Petey objected, Caleb deftly pulled the gag into place. Petey tried complaining through the gag, but Caleb had gone for Petey's ankles.

What is this? Petey wondered, even as he lay there without further struggle. He and Caleb had been friends since finding each other in the classifieds last year, and they had soon found out that they were both uninhibited and comfortable in their physical forms of play, which had no sexual component. Both boths were straight, but they were also very competitive in many ways. Was he seeing a new side of Caleb, Petey wondered, or was this just more of the GAMES that the slender fellow liked to invent?

Satisfied, Caleb returned to the couch. "Okay," he said, "see if you can get loose."

Petey gave it a mighty effort. He twisted and turned and rolled on the floor. He stuck his legs up in the air and tried pressing his feet on the furniture, lifting himself so that just his shoulders were on the carpet. He struggled for several minutes, and then stopped to catch his breath.

Caleb watched with some amusement, and then he walked over to Petey and stood the boy up. He opened the living room closet while Petey watched. "Maybe you won't find it so boring in the closet," he said. "Hop right over here."

Petey thought that this was getting wierder by the second, and that he should really complain. He was still thinking this as he hopped over and entered the closet. It took a few more hops just to turn around. He looked at Caleb and his eyes were wide above his gag.

Caleb reached for Petey's shirt, and he soon had it unbuttoned and hanging at the boy's sides.

Warning bells were going off in Petey's mind as Caleb unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to Petey's ankles. This was looking more and more like it was turning into something sexual. Petey's fears were further heightened when Caleb tugged his boxers down to his ankles. He eyed Caleb for several long seconds, trying to garner what the fellow intended. If it were about to become sexual, Petey thought, he'd have to decide something quickly.

He was not to find out, at least not this time. Petey glared angrily at Caleb as the slender man pushed him down into a seated position. Petey had the impression that Caleb had somehow whimped out on him.

"I'm gonna let you stay in there," said Caleb, "so you learn something about being BORED." Then he padded over to the chair and sat down, slightly outside of Petey's line of sight.

Petey looked down at his knees, his cock, and his belly. He had a tremendous feeling that he and Caleb had approached a line, but perhaps not crossed it. He thought about the way he and Caleb had always been physical with each other and always touching. He thought that he had always enjoyed Caleb's touch, and in this . . . new thing, he could find no real source of objection. Maybe, when this was over and himself untied, he should bring this up with Caleb.

* * *
Caleb quickly shed his jeans and took himself in hand. At the same time that Petey was coming to a decision about exploring the sexual aspect of their relationship, Caleb was nearing orgasm. It came quickly, because Caleb had so impressed himself by getting his handsome roommate in such a helpless and submissive position so easily. He had fulfilled a long term ambition formed when he first saw Petey. Just the tip of the iceberg, Caleb thought as his cum splashed upward again and again. There's a whole more to this than what's on the surface. Petey don't know this yet, but he is gonna be my BOY. His white ass is MINE.