20 photos; 4:15 video
Model: David
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Photography 03/07/2018
24 photos; 4:25 video
Guy Next Door played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
20 photos
Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
"Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their XXXXs – a couple of punches to the stomach and a XXXX to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant XXXXd as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting XXXX around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
"Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
"Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was XXXX to hop backwards, as a XXXX was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m XXXX to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their XXXXs drawn.
"MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."
THE END
Grant played by Steve
Photography by Caitiff
27 photos; 5:28 video
Under Cover by Caitiff
The assignment was almost done and Danny could hardly wait. For months Officer Danny Lorenzini had been working undercover as Danny Shay in order to uncover the XXXX dealings of a local biker gang. He knew something of the biker culture. But Danny had hated every minute of it. To safe guard his cover, Danny often had to go in without back up or a wire. He felt naked every time he met the gang.
At least now he had learned enough o turn state’s evidence and get back to regular police work. All he had ot do was one last meeting to find out where the latest pick up from their supplier would be and hand the info the cops so they could all be picked up.
Danny arrived early to the house the gang used to meet and was surprised that they were already there.
“Hey guys, what’s up?”. Danny said nonchalantly.
“Nothing, Officer Lorenzini”, the head of the gang said with a sneer. Uh-oh.
The gang fell upon him like a pack of animals. Though he struggled, Danny couldn't’ resist as he was trussed up tightly. His hands were tied up behind his back with loops of rope. More rope was used to tie Danny’s feet. Danny kicked, landing his boots in the face of one of the gang. But all he got in return was a kick in the gut. Winded by the blow, Danny could no longer put up a fight as the knots binding him were finished up.
“Gag his traitor mouth”, the gang leader said, “I don’t want to hear him talk.”
Tape was plastered over Danny’s mouth, gagging him. Now bound and gagged, all Danny could do was stare at his captors.
“So do we off this pig?”, one of the gang asked, pulling out his pistol. “Mmmm!”, Danny moaned through his tape gag.
“No. We need to make it look like an accident. And we’re late. The cops are waiting on this guy to tell him where we’re meeting. So we’ll kill two birds and this cop with one stone.”
Danny soon understood when he heard the hissing sound of gas being released. The gas pipe to the old style heater had been broken open. With an evil smile, the gang leader produced a bottle of benzene.
“I saw this on a tv show once. I put this in the microwave in the kitchen. It blows
and ..well you get the point. It’ll look like a gas leak. We’re going to have a little piggy roast.”
“Mmmpphh!”, Danny grunted as he furiously tried to loosen the ropes binding him. “Hahaha!, So long Pig. Put him in the closet”
Danny was hoisted and dumped in the closet where presumably he would be even less able to get way. Danny heard the gang go downstairs and then a minute later the front door being closed.
He didn't’ have much time. Frantically Danny worked to get free. He knew he wouldn't’ be able to untie himself in time. Instead he worked at getting out of the house.
Thank God they didn't’ think to hog tie me, Danny thought as he pushed against the closet door. With a kick, Danny managed to get the door open and began sliding out.
“Mmmmm! MMMMMMMMMPPPHHH!!”, Danny groaned as loudly through his gag as he could. If only someone could hear him.
But time was running out. He would have to try to make it down the stairs and out the door,all while still tied up and gagged. The odds didn't’ look good.
Danny began to inch towards the door. He could hear the microwave running and knew that soon that bottle of benzene would bubble and then spark. The smell of gas was filling the room. The whole house would go up when the microwave blew.
“Hey Dan, where are you?”, Danny heard his partner Roger yell.
“Mmmmm!” Danny grunted as loudly as he could. Roger ran up the stairs and began untying the knots binding Danny.
“Man you’re lucky I ignored the chief’s orders to stay away until you came back.”
“Mmmm! Mmmpphhhmmm!”, Danny grunted. Damn it, he had to be ungagged before he could tell Roger about the bomb!
Getting the hint, Roger tore off the tape covering Danny’s mouth.
“Mmmfff..Owwwww, damn it, go downstairs and shit off the microwave. It’s a bomb!”
Roger wasted no time in doing so. Danny felt a surge of relief as he realised that he wouldn’t be dying today. However, he knew he couldn’t rest easy yet. The gang leader had know way too much about what the police had been doing. Somebody had sold him out.
The End?
Danny played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:07/14/2010
27 photos; 4:06 video
Jenks the carpenter looked at Morgan the interior decorator and Morgan was looking back at him. Neither one of the contractors actually knew one another, and neither one of them knew what they were doing back in the Campbell house.
The last thing Jenks remembered was coming out of the Dripping Pearl after happy hour and heading for his car to go home. Then there had been some bright stars, a burst of intense pain, and then blackness. And now he was here.
Tight ropes bit into Jenks’ arms and wrists and made his strong muscles helpless while his lips were being XXXX together by layers of duct tape that were hugging his cheeks so tight that it hurt. What was going on here?
Jenks looked over at Morgan and saw that the interior decorator had been bound up and gagged in the same way. Morgan made some noises behind the tape layers that were covering his mouth, but Jenks couldn't understand a word that Morgan was saying.
Then Mister Campbell walked into the room. “I hope that you two are enjoying your captivity. I've been fairly gentle with you up to now, but make no mistake.”
Was this guy some kind of nut?
Jenks looked over at Morgan and saw that the interior decorator’s eyes were just and big and scared as Jenks imagined his were so neither one of the contractors dared to move a muscle while they watched a smiling Mister Campbell coming at them with more pieces of rope.
“I know what you're thinking,” Mister Campbell began as he started wrapping and tying lengths of rope tightly around Morgan and Jenks’ ankles to be sure that they wouldn't run away. “I'm certain that I owe one of you gentleman an apology, but my problem is that I don't know which one.”
Morgan looked at Jenks. What was this guy talking about?
Jenks shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea.
“That’s all right,” Mister Campbell reassured them. “I expect you to pretend to be quite innocent, but sooner or later I will find out the truth.”
Mister Campbell finished tying the last knot and then stood up to admire his handiwork. “You see I had three people in my house this week. Mister Morgan was his usual inspired self while he advised me on my interior decorating project. And you Mister Jenks did a very professional job on the woodwork in my den. That just leaves Mister Thomas who was such a wizard with the electronics in my home theater. Three visitors, three people with opportunity, and one thief!”
Both Morgan and Jenks made all kinds of protesting noises behind their taped-over lips. They weren't thieves!
But Mister Campbell just laughed. “I know, you are both quite innocent, and when Mister Thomas gets here, he will be innocent, too. But one of you stole a very valuable diamond bracelet that I purchased as a gift, and before this night is done I will find out which one.”
Mister Campbell made a final check of his knots and then smiled quite pleasantly.
“Now I'm off to collect Mister Thomas. Do make yourselves comfortable until I return.”
Mister Campbell started for the door and then stopped. “Tell me, do either of you have a big phobia about power tools?”
And then Mister Campbell laughed and laughed like a maniac while he went out and shut the door.
Mister Morgan was the first one to panic. He threw himself off of the couch and down onto the floor. Then he looked back at Mister Jenks and mouthed something behind his taped mouth that sounded like “Well come on fool, don't just sit there!”
Mister Jenks had no intention of staying here. He had a really big phobia about maniacs and power tools! So he threw himself off of the couch to land on the floor near Mister Morgan.
Then Mister Morgan and Mister Jenks both started crawling their bound bodies across the carpeted floor, but that didn't get them anywhere fast. They had to get free of these ropes! So they both grunted and strained, but they only succeeded in making those ropes even tighter.
Neither one of them were going to get out of here like that. They had to help one another. So then the two strangers moved their bound bodies close together and began reaching their fingers for each other’s ropes. But these two men didn't even know each other and this was a problem that required real teamwork.
Still they tried all different ways of trying to get loose, and a couple of times it felt like maybe they were finally succeeded, but then –
Suddenly the door opened and Mister Morgan and Mister Jenks with both shocked to see poor unconscious Mister Thomas being tossed onto the floor next to them. And then they craned their necks and looked up to see a smiling Mister Campbell looking down at them.
“Oh, I see that you two have been having fun. It won't do you any good, you know? I've made myself quite the expert at tying knots.”
Mister Jenks and Mister Morgan sighed into their gags. Yea, he was an expert, they had to admit.
“Now the two of you just lie right there,” Mister Campbell sounded like he was getting ready for a birthday party.
“I'll have Mister Thomas properly secured in two quick shakes of a lamb’s tail”
Mister Jenks looked over at Mister Morgan and saw a tear running down the interior decorator’s cheek. Mister Jenks knew just how he felt. Mister Jenks felt like crying, too.
THE END
Jenks played by Rod
Morgan played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2006
30 photos; 4:21 video
It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs. I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.
The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.
In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed. “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished. All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.
The End
The Victim played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008
34 photos; 4:06 video
Model: Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2009
25 photos; 5:15 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2018
22 photos; 5:41 video
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
22 photos; 3:56 video
Army: Ron Jeffries
Navy: Tommy Gunn
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
40 photos; 3:08 video
Model: Marcus
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/19/2006
27 photos; 6:20 video
Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2010
25 photos; 3:46 video
Be Careful who you owe money to.
The Jock played by Dante
The Thug played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2018
24 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2017
26 photos; 8:10 video
Bound Boi played Marko
Finder played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/08/2017
22 photos; 3:34 video
Chad was really pissed when he got his math test results from last week. He got a big fat F! How can this be? There wasn't any logic to why he had failed cuz his classmate knew the classwork well and helped Chad study all night before the big exam. This being the first big grade of the season he was off to a sore start to his year.
Chad went over the variables and knew most of the problems were right but the teacher failed him anyway making his tempers flare more and more he thought of it. He remembered his teacher looked down on him while he was over at Harold's place the other night. The professor was Harold's father and he brought up his son to be a spoiled little brat at times. He was given everything he wanted - including straight A's in all his classes! He had pull with the academic board to grade his students with a special grading curve but always Harold gets the highest grade... and he wasn't even that smart?
Something had to be done. Chad discussed his issues with the teacher and he said that he simple was messy with his writing and didn't see clearly how he got the answers. He even accused him of possibly cheating! He was over the other night. Harold could have slipped him an answer key? Chad was outraged at this nonsense. Clearly the professor was biased against certain students in the class, and he somehow looked down on jocks with full scholarships. He believed they're freeloaders and shouldn't have earned to right to a free education based on sports alone. Academics is and always will be the future of society sports is just filler to make people laugh off their stress.
After exhausting all his options Chad had only one choice left. If he couldn't beat the system he hadda take the next step, a formal complaint... but then re realized it wouldn't work and will take far too much time to get his grade resolved. His best option was to drop the class and get a different teacher but he wouldn't let pretty boy Harold off the hook; he needed to learn the difference between knowledge and strategy - both go hand in hand to get things done. Every task and problem has 2 sides and clearly this family only believed their one sided outlook on everything in life.
Chad invited Harold over to a friend's house down on the other side of town. It was in the city with lots of people so it's likely no one knows anyone where they went. It was a older 2 story home with a modest basement. There was plenty of space for what Chad wanted to study next...
Upon walking in their friend greeted them and said he had some work to do upstairs and the two boys went over the test results to see where Chad has done wrong. Harold was surprised his father failed him as he had all the solutions right. He asked why? Chad then said... "cuz ur father only cares about you and no one else."
"That's not true! He never says that just says study hard or you won't get a good job etc..."
"Studying isn't everything dude there is also strategy and tatics."
"What u mean?"
"You have to know how to react and adapt to situations at hand like this..."
Harold's eyes opened very wide seeing his friend pulled out some rope and thick red tape from his bag then his jaw opened wide wondering what it was for?
"Now put your hands behind your back, DO IT!!"
"I dunt wanna please no I wanna leave now..."
"I SAID SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I SAY YOU PANSEY! Take it like a man!" "HELLPPP! HEELPP!!"
Harold hoped his other friend will run down and rescue him but he laughed hard upstairs and came down to watch Chad round him up hand and foot in the thick ropes.
"Be sure to tie him tight bro! We can't let him get away haha!" Harold couldn't believe what he was hearing. The two bigger guys had him at their mercy and he couldn't think of what to do. This was his first time ever tied up. He only thought this happened in the movies?
The other guy pulled out his video camera and Harold screamed swiftly before his cheeks were stuck shut by some thick red duct tape. The boy was fully motionless and gagged with the sound of faint mmphs every few breaths.
"What should we do with him? The other guy asked Chad?
"I know, let's send this video to his Dad demanding he either pay a lump sum and give the whole class an A instead of his son, then we'll ship him off to the school as a special delivery with a note saying if you flunk us again we can easily find him again and teach him how the real world works haha! That should get his attention hehe..."
Tied up in a box? Shipped off like a tightly bound package? We can easily get him again? Harold began imagining the world to be a much different place than what his family lead him to believe... oh if he only knew how to properly struggle he could easily loosen his bonds to run away when they weren't looking!
The End
Harold played Dominic
Chad played himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/01/2011
28 photos; 4:54 video
Model: Craig
Photography by Caitiff
Special Thanks to JMZ
Date of Production: 04/10/2010
18 photos
Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!
The End
Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/01/2009
40 photos; 4:19 video
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20 photos; 5:25 video
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24 photos; 4:03 video
Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
28 photos; 3:15 video
Obediently, Hector stood in place. His hands had been tied securely by a tight yellow rope, and the slack was looped around a ring in the wall like a leash. He knew he was not going to get get loose his brother Hal was an expert when it came to knots. Ocassionaly he would kneel down to rest his legs but when he knelt down he had to raise his arms because there was not enough slack to let him sit comfortably. His bother had thought of that to. Sit, stand he could do neither very long or very comfortbly. He waited patiently soon Sammy would arrive and then the fun could begin. Almost as if thinking about him was a summoning Sammy walked in holdng a camera and a duffle bag full of more rope and other bondage accesories.
Sammy and Hal talked in hushed tones occasionally glancing over their shoulders at Hector.
"Alright lets get started", smiled Sammy. Hector stood barely able to contain his excitement. His shoots for WWW.BOUNDGUYS.COM were always fun. Hal unleashed Hector from the wall and led him to the bedroom. Sammy was busy setting out more rope, and checking his camera.
While Hal began gathering up more coils of rope and binding his little brother. Firt he used the make shift leash to securely tie Hector's hands to his chest. After that Hal ordered Hector to kneel on the bed. Hal quickly gagged is brother then began binding his feet. Hetor bit into the gag as his brother lashed his feet together with more rope provided by Sammy. The ropes were so tight that he could hardly move around and struggle once he was securely tied. Sammy had started taking pictures and the bright flash made the room dance around. Hector strained and struggled and pulled against he tight ropes and they bit deeper into his skin. He twisted and writhed and tried and failed to extricate himself from them. Occasionaly Sammy would bark and ordr from behind the dazzling flash of the camera and Hector strived to obey as best he could. He had always enjoyed being bound and gagged. Finally he lay exhausted on the bed a thin sheen of sweat covering him.
"Hmm, not bad" said Sammy "but it looks like he needs a little more motivation to really struggle."
Hector's eyes got a little wider. He knew what was coming next. Why had he told Sammy that he was ticklish.
"Hal, if you could go help your brother out", smiled Sammy.
Hal started laughing "Sure."
Hector glared at his brother as he closed in on him.
"Don't worry little bro. Better you then me I always say."
Glad you feel like that.", chimed in Sammy. "I have you scheduled for a set tommorow."
"MMMhaaPPHHAAA", Hector nearly choked on th gag as he laugh at the look on his brothers face.
Hal leared at his brother and then pounced on him and began tickling him. Hal's hands moved swiftly all over over Hector's body finding every single spot that was ticklish. Hector strained against the ropes and wriggled all over the bed twisting and turning trying to shield himself from his brothers assault. The bed springs creaked alarmingly and threatened to pitch the two brothers to the floor. Hector's face turned red from exertion and laughing into the unforgiving cleave gag. Finally he collapsed completely exhausted unable to struggle or laugh anymore he just laid there. That was when Sammy anounced he had enough footage and pictures. Hector rested sill tied while Sammy shut off his camera.
"Alright Hal, go ahead and untie him while I get set up for the next set of pictures.", said Sammy.
"Sure, you go ahead", responded Hal.
As Sammy exited Hector rounded on his littel brother. Hector twisted into a better positon for his brother to untie him. It usually takes about five to ten minutes to set up another set longer if Sammy gets distracted. I think I will go ask him about my shoot tommorow. You can get yourself untied right?" Hector laughed to himself as Hal left the room. Sammy had already told him that Hal's shoot would be a complete reversal of today. Hal would be all tied up and He would get to torture him.
The end
Hal as Himself
Hector as Himself
Photography by Sammy
Date of Production: 11/06/2006
21 photos; 4:23 video
Nathan came up from his workout. The college wrestling champ worked out every night before dinner. It was a long workout. And Nathan was sore. “No pain, no gain.” He went to the frig and got some water. His roommate and team mate and best friend, Roger, was looking at his computer, and laughing his head off.”
“Watch you watching?” Nathan asked.
“This is so stupid. Take a look.”
Nathan came up behind Roger. “That is fucked.” Roger was watching some college school kid in a youtube video called “Bound Wrestling.” This kid was all tied up from his waist up, his arms tied behind his back, he hands tied, ropes circling his chest, gagged with tape, surrounded by three of his team mates, and was kicking himself free from their moves against him.
“That fucking kid is good. What do you think, he is like 19 or something, bound and gagged and still can kick the shit out of his buddies,” Roger observed. “Don’t think I could do that, what about you?” “Fuckin yeah,” Nathan said. “I was tied up so many times by my older brothers when I was a kid and they would try to beat the shit out of me. I always kicked through.” “Did you get out.” “Yup, every time.” “They probably did not want to hurt you, like tied you up like a sissy girl” “They roped the shit out of me. Wanna see? Go ahead, bind me like that kid.”
Roger smiled. He had wanted to tie up his roommate for a year. “Well, there is some rope in the garage. Let me get it!”
Nathan was still wearing his singlet when he presented his arms for a roping. “You can make it as fuckin tight as you want.” Nathan added as Roger returned with rope and tape. He stuffed a rag into Nathan’s mouth and taped it shut. He grabbed his arms, crossed his wrists and bound his hands behind his back. Nathan liked the feel of the rope. It made him feel tough – like when he was a teen.
Roger did some roping around his arms and torso and checked his hands. “There. Beat the shit out of me.” Nathan began to play the part of a kick boxer and shot his kicks against Roger, who darted around the room. Nathan began to sweat at this bound workout. He just missed Roger when he lost his balance, and fell to the floor. He got into a sitting position – breathing heavy from the workout.
Roger jumped him, put his legs into a scissors lock, and tightly bound his ankles. Nathan began to grunt in his gag. “Let me see you get out of that!” Nathan began to squirm and struggle against his bounds as Roger got a beer, sat back and taunted him. “Thought you could break out of anything?” Fuck you,” Nathan mpiffed as he fought the ropes. “Can’t get out?” Let me help you. Nathan expected Roger to begin to untie him and the cold beer looked very inviting, when Roger grabbed some more rope and began to hogtie his feet to his wrists. “Does this help?” he taunted his friend as he tightly bound him. Nathan realized he was in deep shit. There was no way out. He looked at Roger. Roger just sat back. “Anything – my ass. Have a good night bound and gagged.”
Nathan was left roped like a steer, struggling like a madman. Finally, exhausted, he stopped. “It’s going to be a fucking long night,” he figured.
End
Nathen played by Holden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/19/2007
24 photos; 6:50 video
The BlackMailer by Caitiff There he lay on my couch, the little punk. He had been so smug and secure, thinking he could black mail me. But now he was the one XXXX out. I handcuffed him to the railing. I tied his feet to the other side. He would be all stretched with only that flimsy cover all between me and my revenge. He stirred a bit. I was ready for that. I took out a nice thick plug gag. I shoved it into his mouth, latching it behind his neck as tightly as I could. He wouldn’t be able to talk or spit it out. He opened his eyes. He shifted, not realising what had happened to him. Once he felt the ropes around his feet and the hand cuffs around his hands he began to struggle. It was futile of course. But it made me happy to see him slowly realise how fucked he was. “Mmmmm?! Mmpphh mmm Mmmaaphammm!”, He tried threatening me at first. Then I could tell he was begging through the gag. I just smiled. I undid the zipper on his cover all. He went commando so all I had to do was strip him down. I exposed his chest, his nice flat stomach and then I saw the beginnings of his pubes. “Mmmm! MmMMM!”, He renewed his struggling and moaning. He had thought he would get the better of me. Now he was my new toy. I could do whatever I wanted to him. I tied his dick to the railing. He wouldn't move too much now. “I decided instead of money I would give you something else instead.” I said as I pulled out his throbbing cock and began to stroke. I began slowly and then sped up. Then slowed down when he was on the edge. The slowed down again. He moaned, “Mmmmmm... mmmmpphh...” in frustration and anger. I would continue this, breaking him slowly. I would keep him on the edge until he begged me to let him get off. I would make him beg to do to him whatever I wanted. He would learn to never cross me again. The End The Black Mailer Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2012