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
15 photos
Model; Drew
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2003
26 photos; 5:11 video
Model: Wolfric
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/13/2013
32 photos; 5:40 video
Model: Jace
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/16/2009
35 photos; 5:52 video
“MMMPHHHH! LEEMMEEGGOOO! GGGHHEEELLPPP!!”
“Now, now Jeff – there is no need for you to carry on like that. It is all your fault you know. If you hadn’t been so stubborn, and so darn cute none of this would have happened. Well… it might have happened, but for a slightly different reason. You might feel a little uncomfortable at the moment, and I’m sure those dirty briefs of yours don’t taste very good, but don’t you worry. I’ll make you feel great, once I’ve finished my business here.”
Jeff stared at in his computer screen in consternation. What kind of filth was Alex putting on his computer? And why had he broken in here and tied and gagged Jeff? Jeff chewed on his stale shorts as he contemplated his uncomfortable predicament. Alex had somehow managed to enter Jeff’s apartment, and was waiting for him when he had returned from work. The element of surprise was on Alex’s side – he had been able to overpower the startled Jeff without much trouble. Once Jeff had been tied up, Alex had persuaded him, reluctantly, to divulge the password to his computer. Jeff shuddered when he thought of the things that Alex had done to him. Who would have guessed that a little pressure applied to certain parts of the anatomy could be so painful? Once Jeff had blurted out the password, Alex had quickly stuffed Jeff’s mouth with a pair of his soiled briefs, taped them in and then he had gone to work. Jeff groaned as he watched Alex download all kinds of sensitive information from the office. And then…Jeff had logged into some disgusting site and started looking at disgusting pictures. What could it all mean?
“Good, it is just about time for action. Some of this information is time sensitive, and I didn’t want to be out and about in public until I was ready to act. It will take me just a few minutes to pop over to the office and then…think of all of that lovely money that will soon be mine. I just knew that you were such a hard little worker that you would have the information that I needed here at home. You’re such a drone, Jeff. You really need to get a little life. And once I’ve done what I have to do at the office, I’ll be back here to help you get started on a new and adventurous life.”
“GGGMMNOOOO!!!! MMMDONMMLEAVEMMEMMLIKEMMTHIS!”
“Don’t you worry, my pet. I’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. And then…we’ll have some fun. But let me tape those legs and feet. I want you sitting here, waiting for me return. Why don’t you think about all the enjoyment that we’re going to have when I return, Jeff? Just look at the pretty picture on your computer screen – that should help to get you in the mood. “
Holy Mother of God, Jeff thought, I’m in BIG trouble now. He thought that Alex had been showing undue interest in his work, but the possibility of something like this occurring had never crossed his mind. Alex was going to rob the company blind with the information that he had obtained from Jeff, and then he was going to… Jeff gulped when he thought what follow. He wasn’t stupid – Alex had been hitting on him for ages, no matter how often Jeff had rebuffed him. Now Jeff found himself in a position where he was helpless and unable to put Alex off. There was no way that he was going to sit here, waiting for Alex to return. He had to stop Alex, and save himself. Alex had already ripped out his landline and confiscated Jeff’s cell phone. His only chance of salvation was for him to get out of here – the tape that Alex had used on him was far too tight for him to even entertain the thought of getting loose.
Jeff was huffing and puffing by the time had managed to reach the door. He could fee the sweat trickling down his back. He leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath. At that moment he heard someone on the stairs. He yelled through his gag, and then started banging his head on the door. Surely whoever was going up the stairs would be able to hear him. But no such luck. He sagged in despair when he heard the door of the apartment upstairs slam shut. Damn. OK, he wasn’t going to give up. He could still save himself. Jeff turned himself around and fumbled, trying to reach the doorknob with his taped hands. Aha, success! But…turning the knob with his bound hands wasn’t such an easy task. Finally, he felt the knob turn.
Jeff felt slightly sick as he stood at the top of the stairs. How was he going to get down the stairs without tumbling over and breaking his neck? Maybe he could maneuver himself so that he was sitting down, and then go the down the stairs on his bum. Just as he was preparing to lower himself he heard footsteps on the flight of stairs below him. Thank God, he was saved!
“Going somewhere, cutie? That isn’t very kind of you, considering all of the trouble that I have taken. Did you get lonely, and start thinking that I had abandoned you? Silly Jeff – did you really think that I would abandon a stud bunny like you? Why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable?
“GGGGAAAAHHHH! GGGLUMMMMHHHH!”
Jeff was choking as Alex grabbed his tie and started dragging him back into the apartment. Jeff tried to struggle, but bound as he was, he didn’t have a chance. He gurgled through his gag as Alex threw him down on the bed.
“This is MUCH better. You have no idea how delicious you look like that, all tied up and gagged and lying on your bed. I have thought about doing something like this for a long time. That is why I originally stole your keys and had copies made. But then I thought – why not combine business and pleasure? I ‘ve just managed to remove a tidy sum of cash from the company accounts and now…I am going to have you!
“GGGMMNOOOO! YOUMCRAZY!MMMGETTMMOFFFMEEE!!!!”
Jeff struggled violently as Alex unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock and balls out. Oh dear God, what was this pervert going to do him? OH MY! He was stroking Jeff, in a very persuasive manner. What was happening to him? No, he wouldn’t allow this! He had to stop it !
“MMMGGAHM! CANMBREATHEMMM!”
“And whose fault is that, Jeff? Why don’t you just lie back and enjoy yourself? I can see that you are already getting hard, so don’t you try to tell me that you’re not enjoying yourself. Oh God, that looks so tempting. I can’t help myself…”
“OOOHHHHMMMMMMYYYGGGGOOOODDDDD!”
Jeff moaned as he watched Alex’s head bobbing up and down. Oh holy crap! Where the hell had he learned how to do that? And that? Jeff groaned and struggled a bit more – his struggling seemed to shove his rock hard cock even further down Alex’s vacuum cleaner throat. Jeff bit down on the dirty briefs stuffed in his mouth. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, he had never experienced anything like this in his life. His eyes rolled back in his head as he screamed into his gag and felt his body explode.
“That wasn’t too bad for starters, was it? I told you that you would enjoy yourself. But I’m all hot and sweaty. I really should have shucked this suit before I got to work on you. I think that a shower is called for before I get down to the main course. But before I do that, I have to make sure that you don’t wandering away, like you did the last time I left you alone.”
The end
Jeff played by Eric
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/06/2006
19 photos; 5:46 video
"Please, Coach, please! Give me another chance! You can’t cut me from the squad. You can’t! I’ll lose my scholarship if you do. You’ve got to give me another chance!"
I listened to the kid snivel and moan, and had a hard time keeping a straight face. I knew that he was depending on his scholarship to stay in college. I always picked on the scholarship students; they were the most vulnerable. To be fair, I always chose the marginal ones – the marginal guys, that is. Matt was really a bit too scrawny for the team. I had warned him more than once, telling him that he had to work out more and develop more muscles. Thank God he hadn’t listened to me.
"Well, Matt…what can I say? I do have a flexibility test for guys like you. If you pass that I might reconsider my decision. Are you willing to take the test?"
"Oh thank you, Coach, thank you. I’ll do anything you say!"
I couldn’t control myself. I had to turn around and pretend to cough to hide the laughter that was bubbling up inside of me. I didn’t want the kid to see the smirk on my face. I tried to put a stern expression on my face before I turned around again.
"Stand in the corner of the room, Matt. Yes, right there. That’s good. Now take off your tee shirt. You need to be able to demonstrate your flexibility. Just toss it over here to me."
The kid was as obedient as a lamb. I caught his tee shirt, and as I rummaged in my desk drawer I pressed it against my face. Oh yum, collegian sweat. These kids always sweated buckets when they thought that they were going to be tossed off the squad. Matt was going to be nice and drippy once I had finished with him.
"Uh, Coach, what is that rope for?"
"Matt, I am the one in charge here. If you don’t want to take the test, that’s fine with me. Of course, you’ll lose any chance of getting back on the squad. Make your decision now. I don’t want to be wasting my time."
"I’m sorry, Coach. You are the one in charge. I’ll do whatever you say."
"OUCH! That’s tight! It hurts! Hey, what is that tape for? COAC…MMMPPHHH!"
I shoved the kid down to his knees, once I had taped his mouth shut. I had learned from experience that the guys who took my test could become a little vocal. I didn’t want anyone coming into my office to investigate.
"That was simple, wasn’t it, Matt? I liked that fluid movement as you went down on your knees. Now the test starts getting a bit more complicated."
"UUGGHMMMGGGUMMMMMMMPHHH!"
"Yes, yes, I know that must be a bit uncomfortable, but how are you going to prove your flexibility and athletic prowess to me unless I make this a hard test? See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? You’re passing with flying colours so far, Matt. Now we’re coming to the harder part. I want to see how long it takes you to get to your feet. I’m going to set my timer –ready, set…GO!"
I sat behind my desk, the better to hide the erection that I was getting as I watched Matt struggle to rise to his feet. It was no easy matter since I had roped his hands to his feet. I could see him straining desperately, and I could hear him grunting. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my swollen crotch. The tape not only stopped anyone from outside the office hearing shrieks and cries – the gagged moans of my victims aroused me incredibly.
"That wasn’t bad, Matt. It only took you 3 minutes and 34 seconds. My, but you’ve worked up quite a sweat, haven’t you? Now, we have to test your balancing skills. You know how important balance is, don’t you? Think what happen to my reputation if one of my squad lost his balance, and everyone went tumbling to the ground. That would be terrible, wouldn’t it? Let me see how you stand up to distraction, Matt."
"GGGMMMMNNOOOOOO, CMMOACH! MMNNOOO!"
The tickling always did them in. Matt was unusually susceptible. It took just a couple of strokes of my fingers in his sweaty armpits to cause him to topple over like a felled tree.
"That wasn’t very good, Matt. In fact, it was an extremely poor time. You only lasted 17 seconds. What are we going to do about your poor performance?"
"GGMMPHHSMORRY! GGMNOTHERMMCHANCE!"
"No more whining from you, Matt. If you don’t get on your feet in less than 3 minutes, you’re off the squad! Move that butt!"
This was the best part, watching him rocking back and forth, blubbering through his gag as he attempted to get on his feet. It was much harder attempting this from the position he was in now, than it had been previously. I was getting so hard I thought that I was going to blast in my boxers.
"You have FAILED!" I announced in my sternest tone. "You have ONE more chance, of staying on the squad, Matt."
I dropped my trousers and whipped out my dripping organ.
"If you can get me off in less than 5 minutes, once I’ve removed the tape, you’ll still be on the squad!"
I leaned over and ripped off the gag. This worked every time. I knew that I now had someone on the squad this year who would take care of all of my needs.
The End
Matt played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/08/2005
32 photos; 1:58 video
“Come in, come in,” the nice man told me.
I put on my best salesman’s smile and followed the man into a comfortable looking living room while I began my sales pitch. “My name is Robert and I represent the Men Only Company. We carry a very fine line of men’s toiletries and accessories for every occasion.”
“I didn't hear you drive up Robert,” the man said as Robert sat down on the couch.
“Uh, no sir I came on the bus and this is my first stop. Now if I could show you—“
“I hope that you haven't been bothering any of the other tenants in the building Robert.”
“Oh no sir, you're the only person I've seen. Now I would like to show you—“
“Actually I have something I would like to show you,” the man interrupted again.
And then Robert looked up from his sample case to see the man pointing something right at him. “Do you happen to know anything about guns Robert?”
Robert’s words got stuck in his throat and he began to get a sick queasy feeling down in his stomach as he raised his hands.
“They make an awfully loud noise when they go off,” the man continued quite pleasantly. “And it hurts a lot . Now I want you to turn around and put both of your hands behind your back like a good boy.”
Robert was completely stunned and his body moved like a robot as he twisted around to face the wall and then slowly reached both of his arms behind his back. Then he felt the man’s strong hand on his shoulder and the blunt nose of the pistol poking into his ribs while the man almost whispered into his ear. “I won't hurt you if you do everything I tell you.”
Robert swallowed hard and nodded his head up and down, too scared now to even speak. Then he closes his eyes and tried to pretend that this was some kind of awful dream while he felt the man pulling his hands together. Then very quickly and not too gently the man began wrapping coils of rope around Robert’s chest and his wrists so that they were hugging him tighter and tighter while the man breathed into his ear “That’s a very nice shirt and tie you're wearing today. It would be a shame to mess them up.”
Robert felt the man’s big hands pulling the rope knots very tight around him. And then he felt the man’s hands feeling their way over his body. “Did you bring a nice clean handkerchief with you today? Oh yes, here it is.” The man pulled Robert’s handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it a sniff. “What is that? Lilac…? Very nice. Now open up.”
One of the man’s big hands went to Robert’s forehead while the other hand began pressing the soft folded handkerchief against Robert’s lips. Robert didn't want to, but he was so scared now that he opened his mouth and tried not to gag while the man fingered the folded wad of cloth into Robert’s mouth.
“Good boy, now chew on that and get it nice and soft while I get something for those pretty lips you have.”
This wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare! Robert didn't like the way the tight ropes were biting into his tender skin, and he didn't like the way his handkerchief was starting to swell up inside his mouth, and he didn't like the man talking about his lips like that. What did he mean by calling them pretty? But by now his body was so numbed by fear that he could only suck of the swollen cloth and watch with his eyes while the man approached him again with several strips of silver tape in his hands.
Robert moaned a little and tried to beg the man not to, but he couldn't stop the man from smearing those big strips of sticky tape all over his lips and his mouth until his face was being held in a taped vice from ear to ear.
Then the big man smiled down at him while he brushed Robert’s hair back off of his forehead and loosened his necktie a little. “That’s right, this is very easy once you get used to it. Now I want you to hold still while I fix your legs.”
Robert shook his head from side to side and made some moaning sounds behind his taped over lips when he saw the man toss some more ropes on the floor, but he didn't resist while the man cheerfully wrapped those ropes around Robert’s knees and ankles and then tied them very tight. “Oh yes, you are quite an unexpected treasure, my boy.”
For some weird reason Robert felt his face blushing while he wished that the man would top talking about him that way. It made him really uncomfortable. And then he looked up and saw that the man was holding a camera.
“Come on, my boy. I know you can't smile, but you could at least look pleasant for the camera. That’s better, now just a couple of more.”
Robert was getting more confused by the moment. Why was this man taking his picture?
“That’s just fine,” the man chuckled. “Now you just relax while I send these out on the computer.” The man was so happy that he almost danced away as he hurried into the other room.
For a few moments Robert wondered who the man could be sending his pictures to, but then he realized that he was all alone. Now was his chance to get out of here!
First Robert struggled and strained and tried to find some way to get his fingers on the ropes that were holding him a prisoner. It was so frustrating! He could touch the ropes, but he couldn't quite get his fingers on the knots. Robert struggled some more and ended up falling off of the soft couch onto the hard floor. That hurt, but Robert tried to ignore the pain while he looked around frantically.
Maybe he couldn't untie the ropes, but maybe if he could move his body out the door someone might see him. It was slow painful work as he crawled inch by inch across the carpet. With every little movement, the tight ropes bit into his tender flesh a little more and his nice clothes were taking punishment that they were never intended for, but Robert was just beginning to make some progress toward the door when—
“Young man, where to you think you're going?” The man wrapped his big hand around Robert’s necktie and then dragged him across the floor and back into the middle of the room. “I guess you want some more of my rope.”
Robert shook his head and made gurgling sounds into the soggy handkerchief that was stopping up his mouth, but the man just ignored him while he bent Robert’s punished body almost in half and then began tying more rope between Robert’s wrists and ankles. “There, that should hold you until the party begins.”
What party? The man didn't tell him as he clucked to himself and left the room again. Robert felt sick. He was really trapped now and he had no idea of why this was happening to him or what this man might be planning.
Quite suddenly the man came back into the room and sounded very sympathetic when he told Robert “Sorry, but one of the bidders wants to know if you're ticklish.”
“Oh no, please don't do that!” Robert huffed as loud as he could into the soggy cloth. But he was completely helpless now and so he could only close his eyes and bite down on the handkerchief wad while he felt the man pulling his shoes off of his feet. Then the man touched his fingers ever so lightly to Robert’s socked soles and the poor boy screamed into his gag and contorted his body like an electrified frog.
“Yes, very ticklish,” the man decided. “Don’t worry, it won't be much longer my boy.”
Then Robert heard the doorbell ring and Robert got excited, hoping that it might be someone who could rescue him.
“Oh my, they are starting to arrive already,” the man started toward the door.
Desperate now, Robert made all kinds of noises into his gag as he begged the man to tell him what was happening.
“Oh, I'm sorry my boy, I forgot to tell you. A bunch of my friends are coming over to bid for you. The one who bids the highest gets to take you home for his pet.”
His pet…? Robert didn't want to be anybody’s pet.
“Now, now, none of that.” The man used his thumb to wipe the tears off of Robert’s cheeks. “They're always much nicer to a pet that smiles.”
THE END
Robert played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:10/11/2005
20 photos; 6:19 video
It had been weeks since Joe quit his job and I had convinced him to quit and it was partly my fault for what transpired. He seemed so discontented after his demotion, his confidence had deteriorated. After some discussion we agreed he should quit. It went downhill from there. Joe’s initial excitement and drive had all but disappeared. He had spent the better part of the last six weeks lying around watching television and surfing porn sites on the internet. I had reached my wits end. I decided to do my best to rectify the situation before he spiraled further into his life of leisure.
My plan was simple; I would sit and rationally explain the financial burden that was put on my shoulders. I was sure he would understand.
“Joe“, I started.
“What’s up baby? You look tired”, he replied.
“I am tired Joe, I’m tired of you doing nothing to help yourself or us.” The words came out a little harsher than I planned.
“Where the hell is this coming from? I did what you suggested”.
“I didn’t suggest you do nothing”.
“You tell me to quit, and then jump all over me for doing it”. “Leave me alone my soap is starting, we’ll talk about this later”.
I felt my blood boil. Anger pushed its way forward; this did not go as planned.
I had gone mad. I attacked him. We struggled with each other till we were on the floor. We grunted and puffed as we tried to get the better of one another. I could feel his breath against my face, and could tell he neglected to brush his teeth. I knelt on top of him, my knee dug into his chest. His shouting and pleading bounced off my deaf ears. In the corner of my eye I saw the tape we had used to move boxes into our new apartment. I stretched and pulled the tape towards me. I flipped him over and XXXX his wrists together.
“What the hell are you doing”, he shouted?
I didn’t respond. I wrapped the tape around his wrists as tightly as I could. I could see his hands redden. The defined muscles in his forearms clenched with frustration. I tied his ankles securely making two feet one. I could tell by the smell of his socked feet he had neglected to shower.
“If you don’t let me go I’m going to kill you”. I didn’t respond.
“Baby I’m sorry I’ll get a job”, he whined. I didn’t respond.
I dragged him onto the couch, but something was missing. I walked to the kitchen while Joe flopped back and forth on the couch like a fish out of water. He shouted a slew of curse words. I pulled a new roll of duct tape from the drawer. As I made my way to him duct tape in hand his eyes widened.
The tape around his mouth looked nice. The indentation of his lips protruded making two silver bumps. He spoke through the tape as if I understood him.
“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPH”, he muffed.
Furthermore he added. “MMPPH, MMPHH, MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH”.
“Okay sweetie, I love you too” I snickered.
This infuriated him. He pulled and tugged at the knot binding his wrists. He contorted his body into yoga positions. He struggled, his face red, his eyes wide, and his hard body bouncing on the couch. A thought occurred to me, as he fought with himself. I had let my anger get the better of me. This was not going to accomplish what I intended. I decided I decided to take advantage of the situation. He would probably leave me after this anyway.
I worked my way through the slit of his boxer shorts to the thing which had brought me so much pleasure through the past 2 years. I stroked him gently, he became hard. His muffled angry words softened to a low moan. He fought me and indulged me at the same time. He was hard and thick. I held him in my hand slowly rubbing him up and down, he struggled less. My fingers found their way down to his sac. I squeezed cautiously but firmly. His bound body and sealed mouth turned me on in a weird way. His helplessness excited me. After a few minutes it was over. I untied him and slowly pulled the tape from his mouth. The next week he found a job. Every once in a while we pretend he didn’t so we could have another talk.
The End
Joe played by Logan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/05/2006
24 photos; 5:56 video
By his second year in college, Matt was in a bind. His scholarships weren't enough to pay for everything any more. He had to find a job. Then he saw a note on the school bulletin board. Some entertainment company was offering good money to the right person who was in good shape and who didn't mind a little physical exertion.
Matt’s face lit up. He was on the college wrestling team and he worked out every day. This could be just the kind of job he needed. Matt called the number and spoke to a friendly voice who told him to bring his wrestling singlet with him when they picked him up on Friday night.
A car came for Matt and took him out to a nice house in the suburbs. Then he met the man who had spoken to on the phone. He was a fairly big man who looked like he might have done some wrestling himself. The man told Matt to change into his singlet and then he put Matt through some rigorous exercises to see how fit he was. Matt did all of these things easily and thanked the nice man when he handed him a towel.
Matt used the towel to wipe all of the sweat that was dripping from his face. The towel was nice and soft, but it had kind of strange sweet smell on it. Matt started to ask for a different towel, but all of a sudden he felt really dizzy and he started falling right into the man’s strong arms.
When Matt opened his eyes again he was completely confused. Had he fainted? He had never fainted before. Then he realized that he was lying in an awkward position on the rug. Matt tried to sit up and that was when he discovered that tight ropes had been tied around his wrists and his ankles. What was going on here?
Then Matt saw the smiling man standing over him and he tried to ask him what the meaning of this was. That was when Matt discovered that he mouth had been filled up with some spongy cloth and he lips had been taped over with some kind of tape. His polite questions became frightened moans as he ran his tongue over the cloth inside his mouth. Suddenly he realized what the cloth was. It was somebody’s sweaty sock! It was his sock, and now he could taste his own rank sweat on his tongue. This prompted more frightened moans to come out of the back of his throat as Matt began to feel sick to his stomach.
The man couldn't understand the words Matt was saying, but he didn't have to. He had heard the same words from many other frightened young men before. So he just smiled down at the captive student and let a short coiled whip dangle down from his hand so that Matt could see it.
“All right young man let’s get started. I am going to tell you what to do and then you are going to do it. If you don't—well my customers are accustomed to seeing young men with welts and bruises.”
Matt’s eyes almost bugged out of his head as they stared at the evil looking whip that was dangling down in front of his eyes. Something like that wouldn't just sting; it would take nasty bites out of your skin. Matt swallowed hard and heard a whimpering sound coming out of his throat.
The man smiled. “That’s much better. Now we're going to begin by taking some nice publicity photos of you. Our fans like to see what our fighters look like before they become damaged.
“Damaged…? Who was going to get damaged?” Matt’s brain was racing even while his eyes were mesmerized by the sharp tip of the whip that was now almost touching his bare skin.
“Good, now sit up. That’s right, nice and straight,” the man’s voice purred while the camera he was holding began to click and flash in front of Matt’s shocked eyes.
“Now sit back, a little more, that’s better. Our fans like a nice package.”
Matt obeyed the man’s voice mechanically and tried not flinch each time the flash went off. At the same time, his inner voice was chastising him for being such a complete idiot. Matt hadn't told anyone about the new job offer and no one knew where he was right now. Worse than that, Matt had been so excited about getting the job that he hadn't paid any attention to where the car was taking him. So now Matt didn't even know where he was!
“That was nice, now let’s try a little more rope,” the man’s soft voice directed Matt.
Matt shook his head from side to side and whimpered a little more. He didn't want any more of that tight rope tied around his body. But he was so confused and feeling like such a fool that he didn't even think about putting up any resistance while the man moved Matt’s body this way and that while he wrapped more and more rope around Matt’s helpless body.
“There, that’s better. Now I want you to really struggle. Good, good, let’s see what kind of a fighter you really are.”
Something inside of Matt, maybe the fear or the excitement of what all of this struggling was doing to his body, made Matt put on a really good show while the camera continued to click and flash all around him.
Finally the flashes stopped and Matt blinked the stars out of his eyes. Then he looked up to see the man smiling down at him.
“Yes, I think you will do very well. We'll be scheduling your first match for tomorrow night. Now here is the deal. If you do well and win your match, we will deposit some nice prize money in an account for you. But, if you lose, then we will drop you off at the hospital with no memory of who you are or where you've been.”
“The hospital…!” Matt’s inner voice screamed in his ear. “What kind of wrestling match would put Matt in the hospital?”
“Now I want you to get plenty of rest before your match tomorrow,” the man continued in his soothing voice.
Matt looked up from the floor to see the man holding his other sweat sock now folded into a soft pad in his hand and now the man was pouring some kind of liquid from a dark bottle onto his sock.
Matt tried to resist, but tied up as he was there was no escape while the man held him and pressed the damp sock over Matt’s nose. The damp sock reeked of the same sweet smell that Matt had smelled earlier on the towel only this was much stronger.
Darkness gathered around Matt’s eyes while he heard the man’s soft voice telling him; “Pleasant dreams young man. They will be the last pleasant dreams you have.”
THE END
Matt played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/07/2005
25 photos; 6:45 video
Model : Remy
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/23/2017
63 photos
"Mmmmm! Mmmfphh!", Mr. Smith of Smith and Son's leather Novelties grunted into the plug gag that filled his mouth. Mr. Smith's company made these gags, they were his biggest seller. But he didn't think he would have one of his best products XXXX into his mouth against his will!
It had started like any other day. Mr. Smith had been the first in the office to do the receipts. Or so he thought. He had walked right into the building, leaving the door unlocked as he always had. Mr. Smith was just about to get out the records when he noticed the new Gagmaster 2000, the latest plug gag from R&D. It was supposed to be completely safe and once in place, couldn't be removed.
Oh what the hell, thought Mr. Smith. Why not try it out? Bondage gear was the best product Smith and Son's made, as far as Mr. Smith was concerned. He made it a personal mission to make sure that every piece of bondage gear that the company made was tried on an actual human being. Mr. Smith loved being tied up and gagged. So did a lot of his employees. Somebody always ended up bound and gagged during the work day.
Mr. Smith put the gag into his moth and snapped the buckle. Mr. Smith moved his tongue around, trying to wedge the plug out but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the gag out of his mouth using his mouth alone. It was perfect! Mr. Smith took off his shirt and shoes and put his hands behind his back, pretending that he had been XXXX and was being held for ransom. Pretending that he had been tied up against his will and was being XXXX to do whatever his kidnappers wanted!
"Mmmmmpph!" Mr. Smith let out a long moan, temporarily getting into the mood. Ahh, but the receipts weren't going to do themselves.
Mr. Smith was just about to undo the buckle when he heard a stranger's voice say "Don't bother. It will save time."
Three men, all wearing masks had walked right into the door that Mr. Smith had unlocked and were now robbing him! Already gagged, the robbers completed the bondage by tying Mr. Smith onto a chair and putting him in a storage closet. They then closed the door.
That had been hours ago. Mr. Smith heard his employees coming into work. Mr. Smith strained at the ropes but they held tight. He also grunted through the gag but no one seemed to hear. Shit, didn't somebody at least wonder where he was?
Suddenly the door opened. At last, somebody found him!
"Hey, Mr. Smith!" It was Dithers from R&D." See you're trying out the new Gagmaster! Hope you're enjoying it "
Yes, very nice. Now untie me! Mr. Smith tried to say but it came out as "Mmmm, mmfph mmmm MMMWwppffmm!"
"Cool. Well, I'll be in my cubicle if you want to talk more about it. I made it so it absorbs sound." Dithers then left, closing the door behind him!
"Mmmmpphh! Mmmmm!" But Dithers was gone. Oh great, thought Mr. Smith, Dithers thought I was playing around. I have to get somebody to figure out that I'm really tied up against my will!
A little while after Dithers, Rogers from accounting opened the door, looking for white out. "Hey, Mr. Smith! I heard you liked to get in your work but wow!"
"Mmmppf!"
"Yeah, it looks great. I'm glad you decided to try out the Gagmaster. Some of the guys wanted to try it on me!" The young man joked as he looked for the office supplies. "Well, I'll leave you to it then!" and Mr. Smith was left alone again.
Mr. Smith was growing furious! Surely somebody would figure out that he didn't want to be tied up! Somebody had to untie him!
Mr. Smith's secretary, Ms. Franklin, opened the closet door.
"MMMMMMM!" Mr. Smith yelled through his gag, demanding to be released.
"Oh, sorry Mr. Smith. I didn't know you were in here. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed until your done with your market testing." Ms. Franklin said and shut the door!
Oh, for crying out loud! How long could this go on? Mr. Smith wondered.
It went on all day. All day, people would come in and see Mr. Smith. But instead of doing the sensible thing and untying him, they congratulated him on the new Gagmaster, or admired his dedication to work or simply got what they were looking for and left. Dennis from customer service took pictures!
Mr. Smith tried to get them to understand. He yelled angrily through the gag. He moaned pitifully through the unshakable gag. He even shook his chair as much as his bonds allowed. But everybody thought he was just getting into the fun. No one would untie him!
Mr. Smith didn't know how much time he had been tied up. He had done self bondage lots of times and was used to being restrained for hours on end. Under different circumstances, being bound and gagged to the chair in the closet would even have been fun! It just wasn't fun now! Who knows what those robbers who had tied him up had taken!
Suddenly Mr. Smith noticed that the normal sound of the office had died down. Realizing that he had to get out of the closet, Mr. Smith used all his strength to move his chair over to the door. He then butted his head to open the door. It took a while but the door did eventually budge open.
Why didn't I think of this before?! Unfortunately, Mr. Smith soon realized that it was too late. Near the front door, h heard MS. Franklin talking to another co-worker.
"Where's Mr. Smith?"
"Oh, you know him. He probably had somebody untie him and went home early. Set the alarm. I want to go home!"
Mr. Smith heard the beep of the alarm being turned on and the front door closing, locking him inside for the night.
The End
Mr. Smith played by Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/05/2002
16 photos
Kevin looked at his watch as he rapped on the door. He was a bit early for the shoot, but he had a book in his knapsack, and could sit and read if the photographer was busy. This was his first time with this guy – the photographer he usually worked with was on vacation. The door opened.
"Hi, I’m here for the…."
"Hurry up, you’re late. I’ve got a tight schedule today. Hmmm, you’re not what I was expecting. Your picture doesn’t do you justice at all. It is really amazing; I wouldn’t have recognized you. Let’s get to work right away – I might want to take some extra pictures."
Kevin was flattered, though he did think that the photographer was looking at him in a strange way. The guy was practically licking his lips. He felt a slight twinge of unease. Gee, would he be glad when Tory got back.
"Go on into the bedroom and change. You’ll find what you need on the bed."
Kevin stripped down. This was strange; he was sure that the agency had said that he would be modeling a line of new boxer shorts, not these tight white briefs. However, a job was a job. He pulled on the briefs, and walked out into the hall.
"Oh boy. Excellent, just excellent. You really have changed your look since you sent me those sample pictures, but I’m not complaining. Just put this on, and then turn around and bring your arms behind you."
Kevin put on the cap that was handed to him and turned around. This wasn’t quite what he had expected, but he wasn’t the one who was taking the pictures. He turned his head to speak to the photographer.
How do you want me to …hey, what are you doing with that? Stop it! What is this?"
"Good, good, this is great. You’re an actor as well! Why didn’t you mention that in your e-mails?"
"What the hell do you think you’re doing, you per…..MMMMPPHHH!!!"
Kevin’s cries of outrage were cut off as the photographer started wrapping tape around his mouth. Kevin panicked. His hands were tied behind his back, and now he was gagged!
"Just let me put some more rope around your arms….that’s great. Oh, you’re a struggler are you? This is MUCH better than I expected. I know that we did talk about filming this scene – you weren’t entirely sure, and neither was I, but I can’t pass up this opportunity. Just wait one minute."
Kevin was in shock. What the hell had he walked into? He tried to run back into the bedroom, but he slipped on the carpet and fell to his knees.
"You didn’t have to change positions so soon, but this is great. You’re a natural for this kind of work. You can almost read my mind. Now, struggle some more."
"MMMPGGGWHATURDOING? GGGHEELLLPPPPPPMEE."
Click, click, click. Kevin screamed into his gag as he tried to get to his feet. He tugged at the ropes that bound his arms behind him. They were so tight he could feel his hands starting to go numb. All the time he could hear the photographer murmuring, ‘wonderful, great, yeah, scream some more.’
Kevin managed to stagger to his feet. He was going to make a run for it. One of his toes caught the edge of the Oriental runner, and he fell to his side. He mmmphhed in pain. Damn, that hurt.
"Yes, yes. This is absolutely fucking perfect. The poor XXXX victim trying to escape. Why didn’t you contact me earlier? I have some great ideas for another shoot."
"GGGMMMUTALMKINGMMBOUT? MMMMNNOOOOOO!!! GGMMSTOOPPPP!"
Kevin thrashed around on the floor as the tight white briefs were pulled down around his thighs. He was lying face down on the floor, and now his butt was exposed! Click, click, click.
"Just let me turn you over so we get a good view of your…Damn."
Kevin heard the doorbell ringing. "GGGMMHHHEEELLLPPPMEEE."
"That’s OK, you can relax for a while. That must be my next appointment. Don’t worry,thats probably the mail man of soemthing. I’ll get rid of him ASAP, and then I’ll be back for you. This is going to be one of the best scenes I’ve done in a long time. You can relax for a while. I can’t wait to turn you over and see how much you’re enjoying this. You said that you were a big bondage fan, but you have exceeded all my expectations. I’m going to be keeping you busy for a LONG time!"
Meanwhile across town, Kevin's room mate Doug was very bored. He had come for a hot bondage sesison but all this guy wanted to do was take photos of him in his underwear. Supposedly this guy was a photographer or something but what good were photos without a guy tied up in them? Glancing at the memo pad that held the address, Doug noticed that it had been torn off a previose page.
Doug really hoped that he hadn't gotton his memo pad mixed up with Kevin's again.
THE END
kevin played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/18/2003
36 photos
Billy had just joined our squad last week. Fresh out of the academy and still a little wet behind the ears. That was alright with us, because we were about to teach him a thing or two about how we run business around here.
You see, there is this “training” that we do to the newbies called “hostage interrogation”, you know…with all the big to do about terrorism lately, it is only fair that we teach the new guys how to survive here in our little town with a population of 1800 about being taken hostage by a terrorist. So….
Last Thursday we told Billy to meet us at the old police car mechanic’s garage to start his training. Man, when Billy showed up in his uniform I couldn’t believe how good he looked. His arm muscles filling the entire sleeve out and then straining against the seams to pop them open more. His chest pushed on the front of his shirt almost as if he were wearing a bullet proof vest…but he wasn’t, it was all him. And lets not forget that bulge he had in the front of his pants, now THAT was nice. How did I get to be so lucky to get picked to have Billy be my new partner? I don’t know and I don’t care…it happened and I’m thankful for it.
Our fake terrorist soon took control of Billy as he entered the garage, got him down on the floor, took his handcuffs from his utility belt, but them on him and then found some rope and began to tie Billy’s legs. He also grabbed some tape and covered Billy’s mouth and ears so he couldn’t yell for help and couldn’t see the rest of us just watching for fun. Cuz we all KNEW that this really wasn’t a “training” as much as it was a hazing for the new guy.
After our terrorist got Billy good and tied up Billy started screaming and tossing about trying to get up on his feet so that he might be able to move around better. All you could hear from Billy was some low moans and grunts, and the occasional scream for help, but of course that was so muffled you couldn’t really understand it.
After what seemed to be about 30 minutes of just watching Billy twist and contort his body trying to free himself from the ropes and handcuff to no avail, he finally managed to get to a standing position. Well….Our “terrorist” didn’t like that at all and so he grabbed Billy’s arms and put them over his head and tied a rope around a beam that ran across the room and stretched Billy’s torso and arms up towards the ceiling.
What a sight! I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I was getting so turned on by all this rough man to man play. And I knew that it was just play, but damn, I wanted to take over as the terrorist since this WAS my new partner.
At the new member dinner we had just the other night, Billy had no problems stating how big his “manhood” was in front of all of us. I mean…this kid was right out of the corn-fed boys from Nebraska. Well, we decided to find out for ourselves. So we began to rip off Billy’s clothes. Opening up his shirt and exposing his red nipples. YUM!
Next came the pants.
WOW. It seems that Billy wasn’t kidding. Either that or he REALLY enjoyed what we were doing to him, because just looking at him there in his tighty whities he looked really good and really hung. I thought to myself “how fun would that be to play with during our shifts in the patrol car together?”. And finally, the underwear…it was pulled down to the floor exposing Billy’s cock. His cock pointed straight out towards us, like it was going to take revenge on us if it ever got loose.
“Oh shit, the Captain is here!” screamed Ted, who was our lookout. We quickly grabbed some rope tied Billy’s cock and balls to one end and the other end to the door, so that when our Captain came in the door, he would pull the rope that was attached to Billy’s cock and balls. How fun this day was turning out to be!
The End
Billy played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2004
20 photos
Model: Angel
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/23/2003
19 photos; 5:29 video
“That’s so easy!” Casper laughed at the television set.
“What're you talking about?” Jerome’s eyes were still on the TV where they were watching an exciting film sequence in which the hero managed to barely escape from his tightly tied ropes and to defuse the bomb the bad guys had left him with just in time.
“Anybody could get loose from ropes tied like that,” Casper was trying to put a downer on Jerome’s excitement. “That stuff is all fake! Don't you know that?”
“A lot you know,” Jerome challenged his friend. “You ever been tied up?”
“Well no,” Casper started to crayfish like he always did. “But that was just a movie, you know.”
“What say I tie you up and see if you can get loose?” Jerome said seriously.
“You mean me? Now wait a minute. I was only saying—“
“I think you're letting your alligator mouth overload your Tweedy-bird ass again,” Jerome challenged the lanky Casper.
“It’s not that, it’s only….” Casper sputtered while he watched Jerome get up and turn off the TV set and then go into the other room. He had done it again. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up making his friend Jerome angry with him. Then he saw Jerome coming back into the room and in his hands Jerome was holding—ropes!
“Come on, Big Guy,” Jerome challenged. “I want to see you wiggle those skinny bones of yours.”
“You mean you're going to tie me up?” Casper’s voice broke.
“Unless you're afraid?” Jerome dangled the ropes in front of Casper’s face.
“Well okay, but not too tight, you know.” Casper gave in even though his body was starting to tremble while it tried to tell him that this wasn't a good idea.
But Jerome just smiled and then began wrapping some of that rope around Casper’s wrists. At first the rope didn't feel too bad against his skin and the only thing Casper was feeling was kind of a tingling excitement down in his thighs while he began to surrender his body to Jerome.
Up to now Jerome and Casper had only rough-housed together playing sports or butting heads and this is the first time that Casper had ever let Jerome be gentle with him. And while he watched and felt more of the firm ropes being wrapped around his ankles, his thighs and then even his chest, Casper was growing more and more confused. He had no idea that being tied up would feel like this.
Then Casper looked up from the couch to see Jerome tying a thick knot into the middle of a folded orange bandanna. “What're you going to do with that?” he croaked.
“It’s time I kept you quiet for awhile,” Jerome smiled and showed Casper all of his teeth.
“But…but I don't want you to put anything in my mouth!” Casper whined.
“That’s the nice thing about having you tied up,” Jerome’s smile got bigger. “There ain't a whole lot you can do to stop me. Now open wide.”
All of a sudden Casper could feel Jerome’s strong fingers on his cheek and kind of pinching his jaws lightly until Casper’s mouth opened all by itself. And then Casper kind of gagged a little when Jerome thumbed the bandanna knot in between his teeth and then deep into his mouth. And all of a sudden that bandanna knot felt enormous as it filled up the inside of Casper’s mouth and pushed down against his tongue. Casper didn't like this, but before he could move his face away, Jerome was already tying the two ends of the bandanna together kind of tightly behind Casper’s neck.
“Yea, that looks like enough.” Jerome surveyed his handiwork and kind of nodded his head with satisfaction. Then a little black cat jumped up on the couch and looked over the bound and gagged Casper before she meowed in agreement with Jerome.
“Now let’s see you get loose,” Jerome challenged his victim.
Casper began wiggling and twisting and pulling against the ropes and that was when he discovered something else. As soon as he tried to move against them, those soft hugging ropes began biting into his flesh in a very hurtful way. Casper winced and moaned into his gag when he felt how much those ropes were hurting him, but Jerome just smiled.
“You just keep working on it Casper. I want you to see just how easy it is to escape. I'm heading down to the bookstore. If you're not loose by the time I get back, I'll try to think of some other ways to entertain you.”
Casper couldn't believe it. Jerome just turned his back and walked out of the room. Then Casper heard the back door open and close. Jerome was gone. And now Casper was all alone in the house except for that meowing pussycat. What was he going to do? What if he had to go to the bathroom? What if the house caught fire? He'd be trapped!
Fear drove Casper to desperation and he began to twist and strain and contort his body in all sorts of painful ways. But none of the things he tried to do loosened those ropes even one little bit. Instead all of his struggles just made those ropes bite deeper and deeper into his tender skin. Then he heard the back door open and close.
Jerome came in with his nose poked into a new book that he had bought. Casper craned his head around and huffed and moaned into his soggy gag, but Jerome paid little attention to him. Then Casper saw the title of the book Jerome was so interested in. It was called “The Hostage.” That wasn't funny. Then Jerome laughed.
“What’s going on Casper? You told me this would be easy. How come you're not loose yet?”
Casper sighed and whimpered into his gag in surrender. Jerome had been right. Casper had been wrong. “Now turn me loose!” he sluiced his words behind the juicy bandanna cloth.
“You want me to turn you loose?” Jerome asked.
Casper bobbed his head up and down and made all kinds of juicy sounds.
“No, I think that would be a bad idea. If I turned you loose now, you'd be bouncing all over the place and running your mouth so I couldn't concentrate on this book.”
“Please….” Jerome gasped.
“No what we need is more rope,” Jerome decided.
Casper’s heart fell down into his feet and he almost cried when he saw Jerome coming at him with another piece of rope. And before long poor Casper was all doubled up and tied like a turkey with his belly on the hard floor.
Then Jerome turned insult into injury as he turned Casper into a comfy Ottoman so that he could rest his feet while he went back to reading his book.
Casper hung his head and watched drool drip down from his cloth-filled mouth onto the floor while he begged Jerome to let him go.
“No,” Jerome decided. “The longer you wiggle and fuss, the longer I'm going to keep you tied up so just settle down.”
A tear ran down Casper’s cheek. He would never tell Jerome that something was easy ever again.
THE END
Casper played by Danny
Jerome played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/03/2006