23 photos; 4:43 video
The Jock played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2017
22 photos; 3:29 video
This was Mickey's year. He finally made the rugby team after trying out for the past twoyears. He practiced every day to get better and it was worth it. He had just received aphone call from the captain to come downtown to fill out some paper work. The captain
said the whole team would be there to welcome him. Mickey eagerly got in his car and drove to his destination.
He arrived at an privately owned office building with offices to rent. So it wasn't very
crowded with used offices. He rode the elevator to the top floor, walked down the hall, and XXXX on the door. The door opened and it was the captain. (The rest of the team was scattered about the office.) Mickey walked in and shook hands with the captain and the rest of the team.
After some pleasantries and some paperwork, the captain told Mickey to take his shirt off. Mickey was a little confused as to why he would be asked that. “Why do you want me to take my shirt off?” he asked.
“Because we need to take measurements for your uniform.” the captain replied.
“Oh! OK Mickey said while taking his shirt off. He revealed a nice well muscled chest
with tattoos. Very nice to look at. The captain tossed him a pair of very short rugby
shorts and long socks to put on. Mickey did as he was told and put them on.
One of the players walked over and with a piece of rope began to take “measurements”.
Then he pulled Mickey's arms behind his back and began lashing the rope around
Mickey's wrists.
“Ummm what's going on?” Mickey asked.
“No worries bro. This is just Tim's way of measuring you for your uniform.” the Captain said.
“By tying me up?”
“You wanna join our team right?” the Captain asked. Mickey nodded. “Good. Then you do things are way. Now shut up and let Tim do his job.”
Mickey did as he was told, but began to worry more and more as more rope was added around his muscled chest. Other teammates brought in a futon into the middle of the room. “And what is that for?” he asked.
“You know, Mickey, you talk to much.” The Captain said as he shoved a white bandana into Mickey's mouth and tied the to ends behind Mickey's head.
That's when it hit Mickey. He was being hazed. All of his worries just washed away.
Tim the “Tailor” pushed Mickey onto the bed and tied his feet together. Mickey let out a few moans and groans for the team. However the Captain wasn't buying it.
“By now you figured out that we are hazing you.” the Captain said. Mickey nodded.
“Well good. I'd rather you'd believe that and be more cooperative. However the truth is we found out that you are the son of the wealthy president and CEO of the O'Shea corporation. Our team need money. So we are going to keep you hear till Daddy pays up.”
Mickey's heart sank. His father was but a humble farmer. They have him confused with someone else. He tried to talk through the gag but it was no use. They wouldn’t believe anything he said at that point anyways.
“Now you sit tight while we get your daddy on the line.” the Captain said. All of the
teammates left with the captain.
Mickey struggled against the ropes but it was of no use. The more he struggled the
tighter the ropes got. He began getting more and more scared when he thought about what they were going to do him when they find out that he's not the guy they were looking for.
A hour went by and he had still not gotten loose yet. He worked on trying to push the gag out so he could scream for help but just he got it out, the Captain came back into the room and put his hand over Mickey's mouth.
“Shhhh!” he said as he then put the gag back in Mickey's mouth. “So we got a hold of your daddy, and I'm afraid he's not going to pay. He says his son is in his office as they
speak.” He laughed. “What a moron! Doesn’t even realize we just XXXX him. So I guess we are going to have to send him a message. I think one finger ought to do it.”
Mickey screamed through the gag. The gag plus the Captain's hand muffled the scream to a low noise level. “Tim! Bring in the equipment!” he ordered.
Mickey was now trembling with fear. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. In walked Tim holding a cooler, and he walked behind the bed and set it down. The captain was holding Mickey down so he couldn’t see behind him. He heard the cooler open.
“Alright Tim. Open him up.” the Captain ordered.
Mickey flinched when he felt something metal touching his finger. Then a loud noise
followed by silence. Why wasn’t he feeling any pain, Mickey wondered. He looked up at
the Captain, now with a shit eating grin.
“Did you really think there was even an O'Shea Corporation?” he said. All the team
mates walked back into the room laughing with beers in their hands. Tim just opened a beer bottle behind Mickey to scare him. “You were right the first time, Mickey. Nothing but hazing. We got you good.” he said as he moved the gag down from Mickey's lips.
“We've all gone through it.”
It took a moment to let it all sink in, but he laughed. “So can you untie me now?” he
asked.
“Nope.” the Captain said pushing the gag back in. “You got to get out on your own. You see every new member gets hazed this way. Then the next year the newest member gets to do the tying. Unfortunately for you, Tim, has a fetish about tying guys up. So I don’t think you'll be getting out anytime soon. But in the meantime, lets get this party started!”
Someone turned on the radio, someone set up beer pong, and everyone continued to drink more beer while Mickey rolled on the bed trying to get loose. Tim sat on the bed
and assured him that he would teach him all he knows about ropes for next year so he can get his revenge.
“Hell, man. I'll even let you practice tying me up.” Tim said.
Mickey was looking forward to the next year.
Then End.
Model:Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/07/2013
28 photos; 3:32 video
Ryan swore. “Just what I need,” he thought, “a few hours to get to work and the damn dryer's broke. Now all my shirts are wet, and I don't have enough time to air dry them.” Ryan was new to the neighborhood, and had only just gotten his new job as a contractor's assistant. His apartment was new as well, a nice, decent little place on the edge of the city proper, it enjoyed both the convenience of being in the city, but some of the quiet of the suburbs as well. He found the rooms spacious, nicely laid out, and all around a decent place to live. With the only exception of the damn dryer was broken almost twice a week. Sighing, he picked up the phone and called his boss, the only person he really knew in this side of town. “Mind if I use your dryer, boss? Machine over here is broken again...”
“Uh, Yeah, come on down. I'll be running errands, but the side door's unlocked. Don't park in the driveway.”
“Thanks, boss.”
Fifteen minutes later Ryan gently let himself into his boss's spacious home in the 'burbs, and lugged his basket of wet laundry down to the basement. He loaded the machine, got it started, and was walking back upstairs to crash on the couch while he waited when he felt a warm breath of air on his bare back, and before he could react a hand had clamped down over his mouth. Eyes open wide, he found himself unable to struggle against the larger man as the was shoved over to the small table used for folding laundry in the corner. Within minutes his hands were pinned behind him and he felt the chill, metallic touch of handcuffs clamp down over his wrists. A hand brushed once through his long, luxurious hair and then he heard a rough male voice say “Sit on the table.”
Panting, he did as he was told, and in doing so tried to sneak a glance at his assailant. He got a strip of duct tape acrossed the mouth for a reward, and moments later he was flipped again, face down on the rough wood of the table, his legs seized, and a thick layer of tape wrapped around his ankles. A firm hand on his back pushed him down into the table. “You've been a good little assistant, Ryan, but now your going to be a good little bitch for me. When I get back from work, that is.” The voice chuckled. “The good news is you have the day off. Oh, and when you struggle, mind the drop, thats a bare concrete floor down there.” The pressure from the hand suddenly released, and Ryan found himself trying to pant for the breath he hadn't realized he'd been denied. By the time he'd managed to regain his breath and his senses, he heard the lock click on the stairwell and then the the garage door open upstairs.
He paused, took a deep breath, and tried with all his might to get his hands down to the tape around his ankles. Realizing the futility of the angle, he wiggled until he was at the edge of the table, and strained his arms down behind his back, and managed to pull his legs up and through his arms so that his hands were now to his front. Panting, he tried the tape again, but with his hands cuffed as they were, he just couldn't get enough leverage to pull the tape off of his jeans and, finally, he pulled his legs back up to the table and lay down, wondering what the afternoon, and his bosses return, might bring.
Ryan played by Arturo
The Man played Rodrigo
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/16/2008
26 photos
Casey opened his eyes and found himself in a place he had never ever been before. He was still feeling really dizzy and weak and very confused. The last clear memory he had was of him working at his weekend job at the gas station. The job was kind of boring because the station was way out on Route 22 and they didn't get many cars through there any more because most people used the Thruway. Casey didn't mind because the quiet station let him keep up with his studies while he was working.
But then a couple of guys came in with a new car, looking for a lube job. Casey didn't mind. Lube jobs were easy. But after he had them pull the car into the garage, Casey remembered asking them what they had under the hood. The one called Chuckles laughed as he lifted up the hood so that Casey could see the new computer controlled engine. But then the other guy called Dagger came up behind Casey and all of a sudden Casey felt something like a bee sting on his neck. The next thing he knew he was trying to apologize to Dagger for holding onto him because Casey’s legs had turned to jelly and he couldn't stand up. Then he heard Chuckles laugh again and everything went dark.
And now he was lying on somebody’s bed. Casey tried to sit up and that was when he discovered the ropes that were all wrapped tightly around his arms and legs. “Hey! What the hell’s going on here?”
The door opened and Dagger and Chuckles walked in with big smiles on their faces. “Well, well Country Boy is finally awake. How'd you XXXX Country Boy?”
“You…! You did this to me! You'd better untie me right now or I’m going to call the police!” Casey threatened and tried to sound as mean as he could.
Chuckles laughed while Dagger XXXX Casey back onto the bed. “Nobody asked for your mouth kid!”
Strong hands grabbed Casey’s face and XXXX his mouth shut while those hands starting wrapping white tape all around over Casey’s lips and the back of his neck until his mouth was being hugged tightly shut.
“Get the camera Chuckles,” Dagger ordered.
Chuckles chuckled as he hurried out of the room. A few moments later he was back with one of those new digital cameras which he handed to Dagger with a pleased smile on his face.
“Okay Country Boy, you don’t have to smile, but you'd better hold still where I put you unless you want me to thump you some.”
Casey looked at the size of Dagger’s hard fist and felt his insides starting to squirm with fear. Casey didn't like to fight, and he didn't like being hurt, so he just let his whole body go numb while Dagger and Chuckles positioned his body this way and that and began shooting a flashXXXX into his eyes until finally –
“That’s enough,” Dagger decided.
Casey watched Dagger and Chuckles go out of the room and close the door tightly to keep him a prisoner. Poor Casey was completely confused. He had always been prepared for someone to come and rob the station. He already knew that he was just going to give them the money and hope that they went away without hurting him.
But he had never imagined that anyone would take him instead of the money. And why were they taking his picture? His family just ran a little store. They didn't have any real money to pay a ransom with. That’s why Casey had to work his way all through college. Maybe these guys didn't know that.
All of a sudden the door opened and Dagger and Chuckles came back in with their camera, and neither one of them was smiling.
“Sorry Country Boy,” Dagger told him. “But our customer wants to see what you've got under the hood.”
Under the hood? Under what hood? None of this made any sense to Casey.
Then Dagger’s big hand grabbed the confused Casey by the ropes wrapped around his chest and pulled him up into a sitting position. And then Dagger’s other big hand palmed Casey’s crotch and began unfastening his belt.
A completely shocked Casey screamed into his taped-over lips as loud as he could and he began to struggle as he tried to avoid the big hand that was touching him where he had never been touched before. Then he felt a cool blast of air across his crotch as those big hands ripped open Casey’s jeans and started pulling them down.
Casey screamed and screamed and shook his head from side to side while he tried to tell these two strangers that he didn't want anyone touching him there. But the more he struggled and screamed, the easier it was to pull those jeans down over Casey’s legs.
The heat of a warm blush rose over Casey’s cheeks and brought tears to his eyes. He didn't want this to happen! But he couldn't stop those strange hands from twisting his body this way and that, and he couldn't stop that flashXXXX from going off and taking pictures of his most private parts, and he could stop Chuckles from his insane chuckles that were cutting into Casey like a lash.
And then, just as quickly as it began, the flashXXXX stopped popping and those strange hands pushed Casey back down onto the bed. By then Casey was almost sobbing and feeling so weak and powerless.
“Don’t take it so hard, Country Boy,” Dagger advised. “If our customer likes these pictures, you're going to have a nice soft job inside. And if he doesn’t like them, you'll still have a job because it takes a lot of hard labor to keep that farm of his looking like an ordinary farm.”
Casey blinked some tears out of his eyes and then looked up to see Dagger standing over him with what looked like a ball of cotton and a hypodermic needle in his hands. “Now don’t flinch, this only hurts a little bit, and then you'll be on your way out into the country, Country Boy.”
THE END
Casey played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/14/2002
24 photos
Model: Simon
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/17/2007
24 photos; 3:51 video
Lonny looked at his watch the hundredth time. Where was he?, Lonny wondered. His boss, “Pretty Boy” Mickey Metano, had told Lonny to meet him at here. But that was over half an hour ago. Lonny had shit to do. He had just done that big job for Mickey and he wanted his cut so he could get out of town.
“Hey Lonny!”, Lonny heard a voice say from behind him, “Bye Lonny”. A fist slammed into Lonny’s jaw and everything went dark.
Lonny’s head felt like a giant hand was squeezing it. Lonny couldn't’ move his hands and he felt hands looping rope around his legs. Even though he was out of it, Lonny could tell that someone was tying him up. While that was going on, Lonny heard voices...
“Why didn’t we just off him?”
“Because I want it to look like an accident.” That voice, it was Mickey's. what the hell was going on here?
Lonny let out a small moan and got a slap to the face for his troubles.
“What the ..Mmmmph!”, a thuggish hand grabbed Lonny’s mouth, keeping him quiet. The owner of the hand was Brian Betrelli, one of Mickey's less intelligent goons. and next to him, Mickey.
“Keep him quiet.”, Mickey ordered and tape was stuck over his mouth. Then to keep it on, a rag was tied over it. Bound and now gagged, Lonny could only glare as his former boss and friend gloated over him.
“Nothing personal. It’s just the feds are getting too close and you are the only one who can link me ot that job. I got some boys coming over. Real experts. They will make it quick and painless. Everybody will; think you slipped in the tub or some such shit.”
Lonny didn't’ appreciate Mickey's “compassion”. He struggled and strained in the ropes that bound him.
“Relax. Like i said, these guys are experts. You won’t feel a thing!”
“Mmmuuupphh Mmmmuuuuu!”, Lonny replied as he jumped to his feet. He had no idea what that would accomplish but rage had blinded him. he was going to kick that smug look off of Mickey's face even if was tied up!
But Brian the thug was having none of that. He grabbed Lonny by the ropes and punched him in the gut. Lonny went down to the ground, gasping for air. He let out small pained grunts through the gag. By all accounts, Lonny was beaten. But the look in his eyes made Mickey nervous in a way he couldn’t explain or even admit to himself. Even though Lonny was gagged tight, Mickey understood what Lonny was saying.
I will get out of this and get you back, you bastard!
Mickey shook off the self doubt. He didn't’ get to where he was by being soft.
“Get his ass up and in that shed. He can sweat it out there until the guys arrive.”
Lonny was hoisted up and XXXX into the closet in the basement. It was tight and he had no place ot even sit. Apparently Mickey wasn't’ as concerned about Lonny’s final hours being comfortable as he has claimed. The door was shut behind him. Listening at the door, Lonny heard Mickey say, “We don’’t have to stay around. These guys don’t like being seen. Just make sure that door is secured.”
Micky then walked away, chased by Lonny's gagged screams of rage.
Lonny played by Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/14/2008
26 photos; 4:09 video
Model: Mike
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/08/2009
30 photos; 5:08 video
The Border Guard played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/05/2011
29 photos; 6:11 video
Model: Matt
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production:02/25/2010
23 photos; 3:37 video
Models: Mitch & Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/27/2007
40 photos; 5:17 video
Created
12/16/2017
Model: Derek Gauge
30 photos; 5:10 video
The Popular Jock played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:01/06/2018
21 photos
Doug needed some fast cash. He had a $500 gambling debt and his creditors were on his back. He wanted to burglarize a house that looked like its owner had money. He didn’t have time to fully plan out the job, so he went over there with a XXXX in hand.
“Ok”, Doug sighed as he approached the back door. “All I have to do is go in, grab anything of value and get out. This should be easy.”
It took a minute to jimmy the lock, but Doug managed to break in.
“Wow”, Doug exclaimed. “This place is a dump. I mean this place is such a mess and this couch.”
Doug walked over to the couch with the rainbow cover. “Eww”, he sounded disgusted. “Who the hell would get this ugly thing? A rainbow cover really?”
“I would”, a mysterious voice said behind Doug. Then a mysterious hand pressed a XXXX upon Doug’s neck.
“Whoa”, Doug shook and almost pissed his pants. “What the hell? Who are you?”
The man continued to press his XXXX on Doug and answered, “My name doesn’t matter right now. What matters now is what to do with you? You break into my house and criticize my design sense. You got a lot of nerve Mister.”
“Hey Hey”, Doug tried to stay calm. “You could just let me go. I mean I’m just a stupid kid who made a stupid mistake. I won’t tell anyone that I broke into your house, I promise.”
“Aw, that so cute the way you beg”, the man said. “Hmm, well I could always call the police and have them haul your ass off in handcuffs.”
He thought for a second and smirked, “But, maybe we can work something else out.” He backed off and spun Doug around.
Doug trembled, “What do you have in mind?”
“Heh heh heh”, the man chuckled. “You are a cute boy. I think we can put this behind us if you do me a favor. Now, turn around and put your hands behind your back”. He grabbed some rope from a nearby table.
Doug was reluctant and asked, “Well, what is it? I don’t like where this is going.”
“Oh”, the man stated. “I could always call the police if you like that route better. “
Doug sighed and turned around and put his hands behind his back.
“Good choice”, the man started to tie Doug’s hands together.
The man wrapped a few layers of rope on each wrist. After that, he wrapped Doug’s upper chest with rope.
“Please stop”, Doug had second thoughts and pleaded. “I really don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Ha ha”, the man laughed. “You’re in MY house now. You follow my rules. Now be quiet.” He opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a roll of black duct. “Can you guess what happens now?”
“No, no, please stop. I really want to leave now. “Doug begged. “Nooo. MMM”.
Before Doug could finish begging, the man ripped a little strip of tape and gagged Doug. Doug tried to resist, but the man’s hands were able to place the gag across Doug’s mouth.
“There now”, the man petted Doug’s head. “I am going to have a very good time with you.”
Doug began to cry through his gag. He was scared of what was going to happen next; he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. He kept staring at the door and hoping that the man would turn his back so he could escape.
The man noticed Doug’s stare at the door. “Oh”, he continued. “You want to leave?” He grabbed his rope once again and yelled, “Well, TOO BAD!”
The man XXXX Doug legs together and quickly tied them together.
“MMM!” Doug grunted in pain. He tried to kick the man, but the man’s arms were super strong.
After a few minutes of struggling, the man finally managed to tie up Doug’s legs.
“There”, the man panted out. “You are quite a fighter. This is going to be better than I thought.”
Doug also panted and laid out on the couch. Sweat dripped down his face as he rested for a minute.
The man stood up and started grinning. Doug looked at him questioningly and feared what was going through the man’s mind.
“You know what would make this even better?” the man chuckled. “I know this great store in town that has all sorts of fun sex toys like vibrators.”
Doug’s face almost turned pure white when he heard that. He closed his eyes and wanted his situation to end.
The man pointed his XXXX at Doug and said, “You be good now, little boy. When I get back, we are going to have some REAL fun.” He left the house and shut the door.
Thoughts were racing through Doug’s mind; he thinking about all of the XXXXs that would happen when the man got back.
“I have got to get out of here.” Doug thought. “If I don’t leave now, oh I just can’t think about it.”
Doug tried to get off the couch, but he was laying down so it was hard. He moved around trying to sit up, but also didn’t want to fall onto the floor. After ten minutes of propping himself up, he managed to get off the couch.
“Finally”, Doug sighed, “Now if I can reach the door without falling.” Doug couldn’t even move his feet because of the tight ropes so he had to hop. He hopped all away across the house until he slammed into the front door.
As he pulled the door handle with his bound hands, he realized that the man locked the door.
“CRAP!” Doug banged his head against the door, “Come on, does it really have to be this hard?”
He grabbed the lock and undid it with his fingers.
Doug hopped out of that man’s house knowing that his fast cash idea failed.
“Next time”, he thought. “I am just going to work overtime for the money.”
Doug played by Van
Photography by Caitiff
22 photos; 4:31 video
Model: Leo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/17/2007
23 photos; 5:05 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2017
26 photos; 4:23 video
Model: Marko
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/10/2017
30 photos; 4:09 video
Model: Garrestjan
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/24/2012
31 photos
Greg loved to wear spandex. He liked the way the tight fabric clung to his sexy body, and he wore it every chance he got...running, biking, going to the gym, or to the beach. He also liked the admiring glances he got from both sexes when he strutted around town in his skintight gear.
It was Saturday morning, and Greg picked out some black spandex Nike bike pants, and a long sleeved black and white shirt. Admiring himself in the mirror, he noted the way the spandex hugged his torso and package. Turning around, he glanced backwards to see the way the shorts highlighted his firm bubble butt. Happy with his outfit, he got ready to put on his sneakers for a nice long early-spring bike ride. Just then, the doorbell rang.
Greg pulled open the door, and saw a handsome, tall young guy standing there, also dressed in spandex bike gear.
"Yeah?" Greg said.
Without saying a word, the young stud's fist flew up and connected with Greg's jaw, and he tumbled backward, seeing stars. Before he could react, the intruder was on him, twisting his arms behind his back. Disoriented, Greg couldn't even react, and the next thing he heard was the ominous sound of duct tape ripping from a roll. His hands were quickly taped behind his back, and then a rag of some kind was stuffed into his mouth. Layers of tape were wrapped around his face sealing in the gag. As he was being gagged, he began to struggle, but with his hands tied, he lost any kind of leverage. He felt the attacker's knee pressing into his back as more tape was wound snugly around his arms and then his knees. Greg tried hard to fight back, but as his feet were taped up over his socks, he lost all mobility, and he lay there defeated.
Rolling over, he finally was able to get a good look at his attacker. It was Sam McLaughlin, a member of the Bike Club whom Greg knew casually. Some of the other guys had intimated that Sam was gay, but Greg never paid much attention to that stuff. He had no problem with gay guys, and even liked the wolf whistles he got now and them from men when he wore his hot spandex gear. But what the hell was going on?
"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!!???" Greg mumbled, trying to insert a questioning tone into his gagged mumble.
"You think you're pretty hot, don't ya?" Sam said, towering over his bound and gagged prey.
"MMMPPHHH?" Greg replied, confused.
The handsome intruder knelt next to his immobile victim, and stroked his face.
"I think you're pretty hot, too, stud. I've been watching you for months. I just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you in that spandex day after day drove me nuts. I'm sorry I hit you."
Sam leaned in and kissed Greg's tape gagged mouth. Greg tried to pull away, finding the whole situation extremely bizarre, but figured his best chance was to play along.
He tried to smile at Sam from beneath the gag, hoping the smile would be reflected through his eyes. He mewled as sexily as he could, trying to trick Sam into releasing him. But the stalker was too smart, and he ignored Greg's pathetic try for sympathy.
"I think you'll like what I've planned," Sam said, a strange look on his handsome face. "You look so sexy tied up and helpless like that."
Greg started to get mad, and began thrashing around, trying desperately to snap the tape bands that bound him. But the layered duct tape was strong, and Greg suddenly realized that the pressure of his bindings combined with his skintight clothing was having an odd effect on his body. He felt his cock come to life and harden, fighting a battle against its confinement in his bike pants.
Sam noticed too, and began to stroke Greg's now-bulging package beneath the black Lycra. An electric shock went through Greg's nervous system as Sam grabbed at the waistband of his shorts and began to tug them down.
"See, I told you you'd like it," Sam said, as he lowered his face into his captive's crotch.
The End
Greg played by Marcus
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/19/2006
26 photos; 4:28 video
Model: Mickey O'SHea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/17/2013
20 photos; 3:17 video
Model : Hector
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/24/2006
29 photos; 4:27 video
This was not going to help his career, Pierre thought. An up and comer in the football world, Pierre has aspirations of being the French David Beckham. Instead, he was tied up in someone’s living room.
It had started off innocently enough. He had been approached about doing some beef cake photos with the famous photographer Francois Rousseau. Rousseau had done wonders with Rugby players and now wanted to do the same for football. It could only help Pierre’s career, he was told. His fans would love him, especially the ladies. And it would all be very tasteful. He probably should have talked to his manager or his coach first but the photographer was in town for only a few hours. And it wouldn’t take very long.
Pierre should have figured out something was wrong when the men insisted on driving him to the shoot in their car. When they took him to a small house on the outskirts of Paris, that should have made him suspicious Unfortunately, Pierre had never been renowned for his brains. He didn't’ figure out he was being taken until they tied his hands behind his back.
“You won’t get away with this!”, Pierre said defiantly, thus proving how really dense he was to his captors.
“Gag his mouth. I don’t want to hear his squealing” and a filthy sock was shoved into Pierre’s mouth. Pierre was not used to this kind of treatment and he stood up in protest. What exactly he planned to do with his hands tied up was unclear. All he accomplished was to get himself pushed down onto the couch. His feet were then tied at the ankles.
Pierre twisted and strained against the ropes. Of all the days, this was the day of the game against Barcelona. Without him, Pierre’s team didn’t have a chance. He had told his coach and other players that often enough.
One of the men came over to Pierre, “Ok, here’s the deal. You’re team had better come up with ten million Euros or else thier star player isnt’ going to be helping them against Barcelona. You had better pray they pay up.” He then took a picture of Pierre with a cell phone and walked out fo the room.
Of course they would pay. Pierre was thier star player and worth ten times that much! He would have said so too but the snotty gag in his mouth made everything he said garbled and unintelligable.
“What do you mean you aren’t sure? Is he your best player or not?”, Pierre heard one of his nabbers shout in another room. What was going on?
The XXXXs came back in the room and one of them put the cell phone to Pierre’s ear.
“Pierre, is that you?”, Pierre could hear his coach ask on the other end.
“Mmmmmm!”, Pierre responded. Damn this gag! Pierre wanted to tell the idiot to hurry up and agree with what ever his XXXXs wanted. Pierre would have reminded his coach how the team couldn’t win without Pierre and his amazing talent. Instead he was reduced to mumbling into a sock.
“Don't’ worry Pierre. i am sure we will be able to get you out of his.. eventually.”
Eventually?!
His coach continued, “It’s too late to get the money before the game. But Ignacio can take your place.” ..Ignacio that HACK!? The man could not be serious! “So you just hang tight. Oh sorry, i guess that’s a bit insensitive to say right now.”
The nabber then took the phone back and had a quick conversation with Pierre’s coach. When he hung up, he did not look happy.
“I can’t believe it! We grabbed the wrong guy. Ignacio DeLuis is thier star player, not this moron!”
Pierre was gripped by outraged and tried leaping at his captors again. Of course, al he managed to do was fall off the couch. Pierre wasn’t as graceful tied up as he was on the field.
“Hog tie his dumb ass. I am getting tired of him forgetting he’s bound and gagged and not supposed ot be jumping around.”
As ordered, the other XXXX had Pierre ina tight hog tie. Now no matter how much he tried to move, he wouldn't’ get more then a few inches.
The XXXXs turned on the radio.
“You’d better hope that your team loses.”, one of the men said.
But Pierre’s team didn't’ lose. They whipped Barcelona’s ass. and Ignacio scored multiple goals.
“What do we do now? They won’t pay as much as we want if this isn’t thier star player?”, one of the man asked his partner.
The other nabber thought for a moment. “This jack off may not be as indispensable an athlete as we thought. But he is well built, a cute piece of ass and as bright as a chunk of coal. I know a guy in Asia who would pay well for a boy toy like that.”
“Mmmmmmm!”, Pierre shook his head violently in protest for al the good it did,
“Now, for shipping we will need two rolls of saran wrap, several rolls of duct tape and a large box.”
At this point, Pierre was absolutely certain that David Beckham never had to deal with stuff like this.
The End
Pierre played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/18/2007
32 photos
“Hey! I'm trying to take a shower in here!”
My shocked words ran out of my mouth even before my brain registered the appearance of the intruder who'd barged into my bathroom. He was a big guy who was dressed in dark motorcycle leather and gloves, and he had a dark silk-stocking mask pulled down over his head which made the features of his face grotesque and frightening.
“You Kincaid?” he growled at me from behind his mask.
I was so scared the words wouldn't come out of my mouth so I just kind of nodded my head.
“Turn around and put your hands behind you neck!”
The Dark Man didn't wait for me to move. He just grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face the wall and then he moved his masked face close to mine and waited impatiently until I raised my arms and put my hands together behind my neck. Then he started to run his gloved hands over my body.
“Hey! Don't you touch me!” I croaked.
He slapped me across the face with the palm of his gloved hand just hard enough to sting my cheek and bring tears to my eyes. “Don't give me the pleasure of hurting you,” he warned in a voice that told that he would like nothing better than to begin hurting me a lot.
So I closed my eyes and tried very hard to ignore the feeling of his gloved hands running all over my body and even over the thin cotton of my boxers. Then somehow I managed to work up the nerve to whisper “What’s this about?”
“Stupid boy,” he laughed at me. “Today’s the reading of your Daddy’s will.”
Dad’s will? A sick watery feeling began to spread outward from the pit of my stomach. I'd been away from home for a long time enjoying the freedom of the road and pretty much doing whatever I wanted, but if I didn't make it to the lawyer’s office by five o'clock today, my brother would get my share of Dad’s money and my Dad had been a very wealthy man.
“Put your arms down!” the Dark Man barked.
I obeyed without thinking and then yelped a little when he grabbed my wrists and pulled them back behind me. And then I felt him wrapping some rope really hard around both of my wrists and pinching my skin.
“Ow! That hurts!” I complained.
“You got a lot of mouth Kincaid, but I know how to fill it!”
I heard the sound of cloth ripping and the next thing I knew the Dark Man was standing really close behind me with his big arms around my shoulders. I only had a moment to recognize a thick roll of white cloth that had been one of my new T-shirts before his gloved fingers XXXX my lips apart and then began wedging that thick roll of cloth in between my teeth. I struggled a little, but I couldn't stop him from jamming all of that soft cloth into my mouth and over my lips, and then he pinched me again as he tied the two ends of the T-shirt rag really tightly behind my neck.
“Good boy.” The Dark Man patted me on the head. “Have a seat.”
His gloved hand grabbed me by my head and then pushed me down until I was sitting on the toilet seat. Then he knelt down in front of me and glared up at me from behind his horrible mask. “I don't have to tell you what will happen to you if you try anything stupid.”
I was too scared and confused to think of doing anything so I just sat there numbly and watched as he used more of his cruel rope to lash my ankles tightly together. Why was he being so rough? I had never done anything to hurt him. I didn't even know who he was. So I just watched those ropes gripping me tighter and tighter and tried to work my lips into a more comfortable position around the wedge of T-shirt that was distorting my mouth while I tried to ignore the little tears that were dripping down onto my chest.
“That should hold you for awhile,” the Dark Man decided and then pushed my bound body down onto the cold tile floor. “Now all you got to do is to stay quiet for a few hours. You think you can do that?”
What kind of a question was that? I didn't even know what to say. So I looked up at him and made kind of agreeing-noises behind the wedge of cotton.
Then his nylon-smeared lips kind of smiled at me. “I'm going to be right in the living room so don't get any bright ideas.”
Then he went out and closed the door on my little tiled prison.
By this time I was so numb with the shock of the whole frightening experience that I just laid there for several minutes listening to the beating of my heart. Then I began to think about my Dad and my horrid brother. Who else would hire some dark goon to do this to me? And the more I thought about it, the angrier I became and then I began to struggle against the tight ropes and work my tongue against the soggy wedge of cloth that was gagging me.
I never really cared about Dad’s money. I had always been happy to make it on my own. But after a dirty trick like this, I not only wanted my share of the money, I also began to plan on how I could get my hands on my brother’s share of the money, too. I'd like to see him go hungry for a change. But then my struggles against the ropes bumped my shoulder into the tub and made a loud noise.
In seconds the Dark Man burst into the bathroom. “I warned you!”
The Dark Man pounced on me and grabbed my body hard. Then he bent me in half until my chin was almost touching my knees while he wrapped and tied more of his cruel rope around my shins and the back of my neck until I was tied up like a package.
“You bother me one more time while the game is on and I'll put you to XXXX!” he warned. Then he went out and slammed the door shut.
Now I was really trapped and for a few moments my situation really looked hopeless. But then I remembered a trick an old sheepherder had showed me when I spent a winter with him.
Instead of struggling against the ropes, I folded up my body into an even smaller package until I felt the neck rope go slack. Then it just took a little time and a little patience for me to slowly work my tied hands down behind my legs until I finally managed to slip them over my feet.
Once I was able to get my tied hands in front of me, it was kind of easy to pull the big gag down out of my mouth. And then I could use my teeth like gnawing on a bone to untie the rope that was binding my wrists. After that, the rest of the ropes were easy.
Now all I had to do was to crawl into my bedroom that was next to the bathroom without the Dark Man seeing me. Then all I needed to do was to grab some clothes, slip out my bedroom window and then make it in time to the lawyer’s office to give my brother the surprise of his young life.
THE END
Kincaid played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/08/2005
25 photos; 4:36 video
“What a weird dream I had,” Brad thought as he struggled to open his groggy eyes. Then he looked over on the couch and saw Aaron and Chuck. That was really weird. It looked like they had tape over their mouths and ropes tied around his feet.
TWEET! TWEET!
What was that? Then Brad discovered that he had tape all over his mouth, too, and some comedian had stuck one of those party noisemakers between his lips so that each time he tried to talk all he could make was this stupid tweeting sound. Brad tried to pull the stupid toy out of his mouth, but that was when his dazed brain discovered that his hands and feet were tied up too. What the hell…?
And then Brad remembered and realized that maybe he hadn't been dreaming after all. Santa Claus, or somebody who looked like him, had been here. Then it all came back to Brad in a rush – his naked body, the foul tasting rag in his mouth, the tight ropes that held him so that he was blushing all over, and then that laughing Santa Claus.
“Don't worry boys; I have a nice colorful hanky for each of you.” And then he had laughed and laughed while he poured some XXXX juice out of a perfume bottle onto each of the hankies. First he had held a hanky over Chuck and Aaron’s noses until they both dozed off into a deep XXXX. The he poured some perfume onto a nice pink hanky for Brad and then held it like he was blowing Brad’s nose until the cloying sweetness on the hanky made Brad fall into a deep XXXX.
TWEET! TWEET!
Brad cursed the noisemaker while he tried to get Chuck and Aaron’s attention. Finally his two friends stirred in their XXXX, opened their eyes, and then started making panic noises behind their taped over lips when they discovered the tight ropes that were wrapped around them.
TWEET! TWEET!
Brad tried to ask his two friends to help him to get untied, but Chuck and Aaron pretty much ignored him as they struggled to untie each other’s ropes instead. Maybe if they could get loose, then they would come and help Brad, so Brad made more tweeting sounds as he encouraged his two friends to hurry.
“Ho! Ho! Ho! What is this?”
Brad’s heart fell down to his feet as he saw a bearded guy coming into the room.
“Trying to get away…? No, that won't do at all. If you leave now, you won't get to see Santa Claus when he comes.”
TWEET! TWEET! TWEET! Brad protested as loud as he could through his noisemaker, but he couldn't stop the bearded guy from pulling him out of the chair and then XXXX him to sit on the floor with his two friends so that now they were all sitting back to back. And then the bearded guy kept right on laughing in a jolly way that was making Brad sick to his stomach while he wrapped more and more ropes around Brad and his two friends until they were closer together than they had ever been before.
Then the bearded guy hoisted a big bag full of all of the nice presents that he had stolen from the three friends and then went on out the door. The door closed with a solid thunk and Brad’s heart sunk. This was going to be the worst Christmas ever.
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” came a big jolly voice.
“Oh no, he’s coming back!” Brad thought while he struggled against the tight ropes.
But then Brad heard a very strange sound. It sounded just like thirty-two little hoofs all prancing together on the roof. Could it be?
“Dear Santa,” Brad began re-writing his Christmas letter in his head. “Instead of that nice MP3 Player I asked you for, could you please bring me a sharp knife? Thank you, your little friend, Brad.”
THE END
Aaron played by Chris
Chuck played by Antonio
Brad played Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:12/29/2005
22 photos
He laughed at me and that was the part that really hurt because I didn't think that he was like that at all. When I first saw him at the Club, I thought he was everything I always wanted, and when he asked me to go home with him my heart almost stopped.
My name is Robert and I don't want you to think that I am in the habit of going home with every strange man I meet, but there was something about this particular man; something that was drawing me to him, and something that made me say “Yes” when I should have said “No.”
Once he had me in his place he fixed me another drink. I didn't really want it because I had already had two drinks at the Club, but I didn't want to be rude so I drank it right down.
The next thing I knew I was feeling kind of light in the head and warm all over. Then he took me into his arms and put his big hand on my forehead. “I think you're getting a fever,” he told me and I almost fainted in his arms. Then I felt his big hand against my cheeks, and then rubbing my tingling lips, and then moving down over the rest of my warm body.
Then I felt him unbuttoning my shirt and unfastening my trousers and I think I might have gasped and sighed a little. I loved it when a man undressed me so I helped him as he took off everything except my socks and the bulging jockstrap that I wanted to show him. I wanted him to know how really big and hot he was making me.
But then he showed me his ropes. I shook my head and tried to back away. No one had ever tied me up before and I thought the idea was really scary. But that was when he laughed at me and held me really tight while he began to rub this rubber-ball thing up against my lips.
“It will only hurt if you try to fight me,” he told me in a really quiet voice while he rubbed that teasing ball back and forth against my lips.
I don't know if it was something that he put into my drink or if it was just my own hunger after being left alone for so long, but something made me open up my lips wider and wider until finally I felt that strange ball-thing slipping into my mouth. Then he wrapped his arms around me and made me put my head down on his shoulder while he tied the two ball strings together behind my neck.
I tried to talk. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't sure if I could do this. But now all I could make were these odd gurgling sounds that didn't sound like my words at all.
Then he pushed me down onto the bed covers so that the bulge in my jock was being pressed up against the firm mattress while he drew my arms behind my back. And then I could feel him wrapping a rope all around my crossed wrists. This was kind of surprising because the rope was kind of soft and it didn't hurt me the way I thought it would.
Then he rolled me over onto my back and ran his big hands lightly down over my legs before he gathered my ankles together and began to wrap and tie another soft piece of rope all around them. He knotted the rope kind of tight and then stood up to look down at me. “You can struggle if you want Robert,” he told me in a quiet voice. “I like it when my puppies struggle and try to get away.”
Get away from what, I wondered? What was he going to do to me?
And then I saw him smile again as he began to take his clothes off. And then I saw that he was much bigger than I had ever imagined. He was holding it like a weapon and for some reason that's when I started to get scared. And the next thing I knew I was pulling against the ropes and moving my body all around on the bed while I shook my head from side to side and tried to tell him that I had changed my mind. I didn't want to play this game any more.
But he just laughed at my gurgling words and the way the drool was beginning to drip down onto my chin and my chest while he followed my struggling body around the bed. And he didn't stop laughing while he used his hands to touch me here and there in all of the places that I couldn't protect now. And he kept on teasing me until those soft ropes were starting to hurt and I was gasping for breath behind that slippery ball.
Then he let me lie on my tummy and try to catch my breath while he began to run his gentle fingers over my hair, and down over my back and my legs, and then back up to my tight buns and hurting bulge. And this time I didn't try to get away while he spoke softly to me.
“That’s okay Robert; you just go ahead and catch your breath now. It is going to be a long night and I am in no hurry. I know that this is all new to you, but pretty soon you will understand. Pretty soon you will be begging me to let you please me. And soon after that you will begin to learn what every good puppy needs to know.”
I wasn't a puppy! I was a man, and I tried to tell him so, but by now that ball was so wet and slick inside my mouth that I couldn't make any kind of sounds that he might understand.
“You think about it,” the man said. Then he went out and quietly closed the bedroom door to leave me all alone in the dark.
I don't know how long I was alone like that. At first I was really angry and I spent a lot of time struggling and straining against those ropes and using my tongue to try and XXXX that awful ball out of my mouth.
But the ropes just kept on hurting me and that stubborn ball wouldn't leave my mouth and so then I think I cried for awhile and felt kind of sorry for myself.
Some time after that my tears stopped and my body began to relax on the bed. That is all of my body except for the painful bulge in my jock. And it was that pain that began to argue the loudest. Why was I making such a fuss? I wanted that man at the Club and I wanted him now. What was I waiting for?
So I rolled over onto my back and lifted my legs. Then as best as I could, I spread my buns and lifted my bulging jock into the air so that he would be sure to see it when he came back to me. And then I began to whimper and whine behind that slippery ball while I tried to tell the man in nice puppy-dog talk “Please come back. I want to be a good puppy now.”
THE END
Robert played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/11/2006