23 photos; 5:05 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2017
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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
25 photos
Model: Andre
Photography by Sammy
Date of Production: 06/05/2006
25 photos
"Well, well, well if it isn't the Soldier From Hell. What's with the cammies? Did you think that I wouldn't see you sneaking around in here?"
"Hands on your head!"
"The nice thing about soldiers is that they know how to follow orders. The nice thing about rope is that it does what I tell it to, and do I have some very nice rope for you."
"No, no I don't want to hear any of your nasty words. You just chew on this for awhile and try to improve your vocabulary."
"That's right. Now you just get comfortable down here on the floor. I'll even turn on the AC for you. That should cool your hot little temper off for awhile."
"Oh, and don't worry about that little mouse that's been running around here lately. He's out in the kitchen now. I gave him a nice big plate of cheese as a present from you."
"Now I'll be right back so don't think you can escape from me."
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Well we'll just have to put you on the shelf for awhile."
"There. Those ropes aren't too tight, are they?"
"Good. Now Soldier I'm going to give you just three minutes to get loose. Ready? Set? Go!"
"Two minutes, thirty seconds."
"One minute, fifty seconds. Better hurry now."
"One minute, thirty seconds. Time's almost up."
"One minute!"
"Just thirty seconds now."
"I'm sorry Mister Johnson, your time is up. You'll have to go back to your room now."
But if you're real good tonight, we'll let you play soldier again tomorrow. Won't that be fun? And I found some real authentic comm. wire to tie you up with, and Nurse Evans is going to bring in one of real those practice grenades so that you can play Booby-Trap. Yes, she is nice. Come along now."
THE END
Pfc. Johnson played by Drew
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/02/2002
24 photos; 5:17 video
Two college roomies...Blake, a Mets fan, and Rob, a Cards booster. Both betting guys. Blake was confident, and the bet had been kind of silly, anyway. "Whoever wins gets to do whatever he wants to the other," Rob had said. Blake didn't quite pick up on the "do whatever he wants" part. They were both broke college students, so he figured the payoff, if by some horrible chance he lost, would be maybe springing for a few brews at the pub and being XXXX by Rob to wear a damn Cardinals cap around campus.
Rob, of course, had a different idea. He watched the 7th game alone in their dorm room while Blake was hanging out with some asshole New York fans on a different floor of the dorm. As the 1-1 score dragged on into the 8th, Rob wasn't too worried. If he lost, well, he knew Blake wasn't that imaginative, and his payoff wouldn't be very tough. But if he won......
Rob popped wood as the Cards scored 2 runs, and then the Mets were down to their last out. He had to admit that the Met catcher Paul LoDuca was a major hunk, but he pushed that out of his mind as the final out was made and the Cards celebrated on the field at Shea. He knew how dejected and depressed Blake would be, lowering his defenses even more than usual.
Rob heard voices in the hallway, and sure enough, Blake stepped through the door, looking shell-shocked.
"OK, dickwad," he called out, "You won...what do I have to do? And I AIN'T doin' your stinking laundry!"
Rob sprang out from his hiding place and clamped his hand over his hot roomie's mouth, while circling his chest with his other arm. They went down in a pile, and Rob grabbed the rope he had strung out over the couch. Within a minute or two, Blake's hands were tightly bound, and Rob was unfurling an orange bandanna which was stuffed into his buddy's mouth and tightly tied behind his head.
"MMMMPPPHHH!!" said the startled Mets fan, feeling as helpless as he had a few minutes before watching his team go down in flames.
"Payoff time, little bitch", growled Rob, pulling off Blake's flip-flops as he tied his ankles. "Your hero David Wright can't help you now!!"
"What the fuck??" mumbled Blake, but it came out as "Mmma ma mmmk??"
A chill ran down his spine as the deranged St. Louis fan ran his fingers down the length of his super-sensitive soles. His bound and helpless body went rigid, then bucked, then went stiff again, then bucked again as the tickling sensation ran through his nervous system. His feet were extremely ticklish, and that bastard Rob knew it. Soon the beleagured Mets fan was screaming and panting through his gag as his handsome roomie kept up the relentless foot torture.
"Like that?? Like that??" taunted Rob as Blake squirmed and struggled helplessly. "That's more action than those damn Mets showed all night!!"
Even more than the tickle torment, Blake was hurt by the mean comments about his team. As he gasped and wiggled, desperate to break free, he was planning a World Series bet, which he had every intention of winning!
The End
Blake played by Tommy
Rob played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2006
29 photos; 7:13 video
This had been a terrible day for Paul. He had just lost his job his boss had fired him after a full days work. Now he was tired and broke. He fumbled with his keys at the door before he finaly realized that the door was open. He swung the door open and marched into his apartment. Most everything was gone. Before the shock had completely set in he felt a rough hand clamp down over his mouth and a silver XXXX muzzle was pressed against his chin. "MMmmpphh!"
"Settle down, tough guy. You may be big but you can't stop bullets. Or maybe you could but only once."
Paul opened his mouth to say something, but the intruder clamped a foul smelling rag over his mouth and nose. Paul's eyes seemed to swim in the fumes pemeting the cloth and then everything went black.
He did not know how long he was out but he was soon roused by his inability to move. He strained and twisted against the fogginess in his head. Then it all became painfully clear, he was bound to a stout old, wooden chair. The ropes that held him were so tight he could feel them cutting deep into his tender skin. His hands and arms were securely lashed to the seat of the chair with long rope thar wound around his forearms. More rope was secured around his thighs twisted around the legs of the chair and then tangled in a mess around his ankles. The ties on his legs pulled his jeans tight around him and the resulting friction was more stimulating than Paul wanted to admit. He pulled and wiggled to try and free himself from the cruel bondage but the ropes and the chair held fast. Finally he screamed with frustration. Just as he was about to scream again the intruder shoved the barrel of his XXXX in his mouth.
"Wouldn't do that again. If I thought you were going to wake up so soon I would have gagged you sooner. Then the intruder yanked a blue rag from Paul'sback pocket and shoved it into his mouth.
"Hang on a minute. You had a blue handkercheif in your left back pocket.", commented the intruder. "You know what that means." Then the intruder sat down on Paul's lap.
Paul winced, but not from pain. He had always wanted a boyfriend but he had never had the courage to go find one. Maybe this was as good as he could get. Either way it felt fantastic to have the strange man so close to him.
"Mmmpphh, more Mmmph, mmpphh, mmpphh."
"Yeah, I though you might like that.", laughed the intruder. "Maybe I will come back for you once I have sold all your junk."
Paul, pulled ,twisted and struggled. He arched and flexed as the ropes seemed to get tighter and tighter. Watching the intruder cart all his things out of the apartment intensified his rage. Finally in desperation he kicked his feet and twisted with such ferocity that he flipped the chair onto its back. He fell to the ground with a resounding THUD!!
Paul gasped into his gag as the wind rushed raced out of his lungs. All he could do was lay on the ground winded as the intruder fled with the last of his things. He was not sure how long he lay there but eventually the resounding footsteps of the intruder faded and did not return. It was almost an hour before Paul realized that the intruder was not coming back. Paul kicked, and struggled with renewed fervor. He did not want to be left on the floor, he didn't want to be left alone again. He kicked and pulled and twisted. He pulled and flexed and screamed into the gag. MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!! MmPpHh! MMMPPPHHH MMPPPHHH MMPPHH!! Mmpphh!
"Settle down there tough guy. I told you I would be back."
The End
Paul played by Mickey O'Shea
The Intruder played by Rod
Photography by Sammy
Date of Production: 11/10/2006
28 photos; 4:00 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/15/2013
24 photos
Model: Cain
Photography by :Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/30/2004
23 photos; 3:13 video
POW played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/21/2008
31 photos; 3:04 video
My car had been stolen several time's by the neighborhood Punks. Once they pissed on my car seat after their "Joy Ride" was over. Condom's, dried Cum, ladies panties lined my back seat after each theft. I was really fucken fed-up. I decided to "lay a trap" for the next thief who wanted to take my Full Sized Mercedes E55 for a spin. I hooked up a system where the thief would be trapped inside the Mercedes and a "silent alarm" would be sounded in my home office/TV room. It was Friday evening about 2:00am, I was watching a porn movies on the TV. Bingo: The alarm sounded.I ran out immediately. Slowly I approched my vehicle. I saw a figure instead struggling with the door handle trying to escape. I tapped on the car window with my flashlite in my hand. "We can do this the easy way PUNK or my hard way, your choice" "Please don't ." He begged. "Hands on ya Head, PUNK" I barked back. He obeyed. I opened the car door, still holding the Flashlite. " Now, PUNK you will follow all my orders and just maybe you won't spend the nite it jail. Understand?" He nooded yes." I want you to STRIP Fucked Naked, leave you clothing in the car and step out, hands on your head. DO IT, PUNK!" He was shaking but he removed his western black boots, undid his black belt then unbuttoned he levi 501's. "Get em off and be quick about it" I yelled. He slowly pulled him 501's down his slim hips to his ankles and then off. He then removed his Black nylon over the calf boot sox, followed by his plaid shirt/ black undershirt made of nylon it seemed. Sitting there is his Black nylon tight briefs. "I said Naked, Lose the underpants, PUNK" NOW! He placed his thumbs into the waist bank and pulled them down and off. " Now get out of my car, hands on you head, we are gonna take a little walk, PUNK"
I had him stand in the hallway while I first Ducktaped his Punk Mouth shut, MMMMMMPPPPPFFFFFUCCCKK, He screamed through the tape. Then I tied a white rope tightly just above his elbows, XXXX his hands behind his bank. Securing his Punk wrists also with white rope. I XXXX him to his knees, taking picture's of him all time with my digital camera and video camera set up on a tripod. Fear gripped him and his eye's went wild with fright. "Good, I thought this will teach him a major lesson."
I dragged him to my Bathtub, pushing him in but careful not to injure his head. I tied another piece of rope tightly just above his knees. Then as an added humilation, bound up his PUNK/Straight Nut Sack with rope attaching it to the curtain rod (which was screwed to either side of the wall). I pulled the rope up tight. Not so tight as to rip his Nuts off . This PUNK was well "INKED & PIERCED and HOT. A silver loop in his left ear and ditto his left nipple. INK on his left chest and upper left arm. I took more photo's. He started to cry. "Don't pulled that pussy shit on me, THIEF, It won't play" I smirked looking down at him. He shook him head no. PLEZZZZZZNO, tears running down his young cheeks wetting his chin hairs. I
I had other plans for my "House Guest". I lifted him up easily. I am 6ft 4inches weighin in at 22lbs. Go to the gym 5 days a week before heading to the Shipyard where I am a Foreman. I placed him over my shoulder and carried him to my sofa, laying him down on his scarded shitless back. I then tied a rope around his shaking feet to keep them still. The rope, still around his PUNK Nut Sack drawn tightly attached to a hook in the wall. I turned him over tossing him on the floor and HOGTIED his arse. I always loved the look of a "Hogtied" dude in distress. wink! "
The Car Thief played by Hal
Photography by Caitiff
Just a reminder. All Stories are fantasy. We do not advocate or condone any illegal acts. But you knew that already;-)
Date of Production:05/17/2006
39 photos; 5:04 video
Model: Kirk
Photography by Sammy
Date of Production: 06/12/2006
24 photos
Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/16/2004
21 photos
Model: Alexander
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/24/2008
16 photos; 5:55 video
Model; Craig
Photography by Slade
Date of Production: 08/07/2014
30 photos
Badge of Honor
by Fidelis
Oh Christ, Jeff moaned to himself. His whole body was aching from the beating that he had just been subjected to. How had this happened? It had been a routine call, or so it had seemed. A prowler had been reported at 12 Van Dusen, and Jeff had checked it out. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary, all the doors and windows were locked and intact. Jeff had called in to report this, thinking that it had been some dumb kid playing around, wasting the tax payers money. He was walking back towards his cruiser, still on the path between number 12 and the house next door, when suddenly the overgrown shrubbery had seemed to explode. Two figures had burst out of the houses, catching Jeff totally off-guard. Before he had a chance to react he was down on the ground, and the two men were pummeling him mercilessly. His radio had been ripped from his shoulder and thrown to one side as he lay on the grass. As he gasped for breath, his two assailants grabbed his hands and feet and dragged him through the bushes and into the adjoining garden. One of them had snatched his revolver from its holster, his night stick was gone and he was hurting so much from the beating that he had been unable to stop them from carrying him into the house. Jeff had been stripped of his gear ñ the bastards had even taken his boots. While he was still in a daze, they had tied him up ñ tightly and thoroughly. And then they had left.
Jeff shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. Neither of his assailants had said a word as they beat him and tied him. Whatever was going on, it was obvious that he had to get out of here. As he began testing the ropes that bound him, he heard the squeak of a door opening. He tensed. Who was it? The owner of this house, orÖthe punks who had captured?
"Well, isnít this a sight for sore eyes. The noble Officer Murphy, all tied up. How does it feel to be helpless? Hmm?"
Jeff stared at the man standing over him. He had never seen him in his life. Jeff felt a surge of anger against this sneering stranger, who was looking at him with a very peculiar expression on his face. Apart from the pain from the beating, and the discomfort caused by the tight ropes that bound him, Jeff felt a thrill of alarm run through his body. This guy was looking at him as if he was a choice cut of beef in the butcher store.
"You fucking asshole, you are in such big trouble. You let me go now orÖ.GGGMMMMHHHH!"
Jeffís captor had sat down in the captive copís lap. Moving so quickly that Jeff had only seen a white blur, he stuffed a sock deep into Jeffís mouth.
"GGGGMMNNNOOO! MMMGGPGPHHGGGGAHHH!"
Jeff XXXXd as the wadded up gym sock was shoved into his throat. He thought he was going to puke. He tried to spit it out, but before he had a chance a strip of sticky blue tape was slapped over his mouth, sealing his lips shut. Pinned against the wall, roped and gagged, Jeff couldnít resist as his XXXX ground his crotch against Jeffís. Jeff could feel the hard bulge in the other guysí crotch. Oh holy shit, this wasnít good. This was most definitely and totally not a happy situation, at least not for Jeff. The other guy seemed to be having a good time, the hungry look on his face deepening as he humped Jeff.
"Oh yeah, we got ourselves a good one this time. Thereís nothing better than a nice big cop to play with. Oh baby, weíre going to have ourselves a really good time, arenít we?í
"MMNNOOO! GGGGGGOHHHNNNOOO! GGEEEMAWAYRRRFROMME!"
"Shhhh, donít you get upset. Youíre going to like this, I promise. Now were the hell is Rudy? How long can it take him to dump your cruiser? I promised him I wouldnít start without him. Damn!"
Jumping up, Jeffís captor left the room. Oh thank God, Jeff thought. A chance to get away! Frantically he started struggling against the ropes. He pulled and tugged and puffed, but the ropes were too strong. He didnít have a chance in hell of breaking them. Looking around the room, he couldnít see any sharp objects that he could rub the ropes against. In any case, he didnít have time. The weirdo could be back any minute. With his friend. Jeff gulped at the thought. Two felonious cop groupies, who seemed intent on enjoying Jeffís lush cop body. Uh uh, no way Jose. Jeff wasnít going to let those creeps have their way with him. He HAD to escape.
Jeff rolled around on the floor as he made a desperate attempt to reach the knots that held him captive. If only he could get his feet and knees untiedÖhe could make a break for it. Oh ouch, he had to get to the gym more often! He felt muscles that he didnít even know he had creaking and pulling as he strained to reach the knots. His fingertips were just brushing the rope around his ankles , just one more inch
"Ha ha, big boy. Not much longer. Rudy is on his way back, and then the fun starts. Now donít you get yourself all tuckered out before we start partying. Weíre expecting great things from you, Officer Murphy. Just let me check these ropes. Ah, just as I thought. Still nice and tight. Donít even bother trying ñ you canít get out of ropes. Just lie there and think about how much youíre going to enjoy yourself."
No fucking way, Jeff thought as he was left alone once again. OK, he couldnít get the ropes undone. He could accept that. But he wasnít just going to lie here like a piggy waiting to go to market. Nope, if he couldnít walk out of here, he could always try hopping. With much effort, Jeff managed to get to his feet. This was going to be tricky. He had to make sure that he didnít fall over ñ he wasnít sure if he would be able to get up again, and the resulting thump was sure to bring the lascivious cop groupie running. It was a good thing that they had taken away his boots; he would make less noise as he hopped.
Jeff had sweat streaming down his face. The kitchen door was in sight! He had made remarkably good speed, fear goading him on. He was quite proud of himself. Not once had he stumbled. Ah, he was there. Thank God, the chain wasnít on the door! He fumbled with the door handle, grunting in frustration as his sweaty palms couldnít get a good grasp on it. Please, please, just let them stay away two more minutes. He grabbed the doorknob again, this time getting a better grip on it. Hallelujah, it was turning! He shuffled backwards as the door swung inwards. He was going to make it! He jumped forward. He was almost over the threshold! Just feet from safety! He was going to....
A firm arm went around Jeffís chest, drawing him back into the house. A hand grabbed his groin, unzipping his fly, fingers insinuating themselves inside his boxers. He shuddered as something warm and wet moved against his neck, probing his ear. Goose bumps broke out on the captive copís body as he felt that invading hand find the prize that it sought, stroking the prize as it started to grow. Jeff moaned into his sock gag as another hand moved over his broad chest, teasing his nipples throw his uniform shirt. Nipples that betrayed him as they got hard as well.
"I told you that you were going to enjoy this, Officer Murphy. And weíve barely beXXXX."
THE END
Officer Jeff Murphy played by John
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/16/2004
23 photos; 5:19 video
Dante thought he would have a day off
He hought wrong
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/26/2017