Always Look in the Back Seat

25 photos; 6:13 video

Bound Guy played by Rick
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 06/26/2019

Playing the Game

30 photos; 6:01 video

BoundGuy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy

Date of production: 04/26/2019

Buy Back by Fidelis

32 photos; 4:21 video

 

I rubbed my knuckles as I looked down at the kid lying in a heap at my feet.  He had gone down like a house of cards – all it had needed was one little tap on his chin.  OK, it was a more than a little tap, and I had been  holding him by his necktie when I socked him, which did give a little emphasis to the blow, but still…I sighed. Mardoff was getting sloppy, or desperate. This kid was nothing like the last goon that Mardoff had sent after me. I licked my lips as I thought about him.  Big, beefy, blond and Armani-clad. I’d kept that guy, Buck, down in the cellar for three days. It had been great fun breaking him in, breaking him down.  He’d been a real professional, which made it all the more fun.  By the time I finally let him go, he had been docile as a lamb.  This kid though – he had seemed to be an amateur. That was why I was wondering if Mardoff was getting desperate. Maybe Buck had spread the word. Sigh, it was time to get to work.

  I rolled the kid onto and his stomach, and tied his hands behind him. Tight.  What was the use of rope if it wasn’t tied tight?  Now that his hands were immobilized, it was time for some more fun stuff. I fetched a few bandanas.  I tied one around the kids’ eyes – he already knew what I looked like, but I found that not being able to see tended to accentuate the fear – plus it gave me a thrill.  I nudged the kid in the ribs a couple of times. He started to moan. Good, I wanted him conscious.
 “Wakie, wakie. Time to rise and shine, pumpkin.”
  “Wha-what happened to…GGGGGHHH!”

  Ah, how I loved that choking sound.  The kid of course had presented me with a prime opportunity to stuff his mouth.  I had a special bandana for that job – one that I had used to wipe off the sweat from my last workout.  He coughed and XXXXd and gagged. Yum, what a great sound.  Just to make sure that he didn’t spit out the balled up bandana, I slipped another one between his teeth and tied it off, tight. I grabbed the kid by his hair, and jerked him to his feet.  I picked up his own XXXX and jabbed it into his ribs.
  “Get moving, pumpkin. XXXXtime is over. I’m sorry you’re not going to get any milk and cookies, but if you’re a good boy I might give you something else. “
  “ GMMNNNOOOOO! MMMNOOOOOO! BMMNOTHAT!”
  I snickered.  Good old Buck must have broken down and spread the word about what I had done to him.  No wonder Mardoff was relying on amateurs to do his dirty work. This kid was probably desperate to break into the business. Too bad for him.  As I shoved him down the stairs leading into my cellar I patted him down.  Ah, a wallet. It was always good to know who I was dealing with.  I removed his wallet before I shoved the kid down onto the old bed I kept down here. He gurgled helplessly into his gag as I examined the contents of his wallet. What a fucking bonus!  Either Mardoff had sent his own nephew to take me out, or else the kid wanted to impress his uncle and had taken the initiative. It didn’t matter. I was going to have some fun with the kid, plus I would collect a hefty ransom. Mardoff was the scum of the earth, but he was known for the affection he held for his family.
  “MMMGGGAAHHHH!”
  I had to admit the kid had some spunk.  Trying to ram in the gut with his head, whilst blindfolded and having his hands tied behind his back took some courage.  A fist in the gut took care of him.  He fell back on the bed.  I tied his legs together so that he wouldn’t be able to repeat that particular stunt, and then I got my concealed camera running.  Uncle Bernie was going to get some interesting clips sent to him, along with the ransom demand. Once that was done I pulled up the kids’ blindfold.  His eyes bulged and he screamed into his gag.  OK, I HAD made myself comfortable – this was hard work after all and I felt much more comfortable without all of those bulky clothes. Plus, it seemed a good idea to give the kid a preview of what was to come.
  “MMNNOOOOO! PLEEEZZZNOTHAT!”

  The kid heaved himself back onto the bed, trying to get away from me.   I laughed at his futile efforts at escape.
  “Come on, kid. It isn’t going to be that bad.  You never know, you might get to enjoy it.  Eventually.  I like to spread the joy around.  And if you don’t enjoy, think how overjoyed Uncle Bernie will be to get back his beloved nephew Jake.  Yeah, I know who you are kid.  That is why this is going to be so sweet. Your dear old uncle has been giving a lot of trouble, trying to get me whacked.  However, right now, I want get a look at the merchandise.”
  The kid shrieked as I ripped open his shirt, exposing his smooth chest.   Hmm, not too bad, not bad at all. He howled and struggled when I nibbled on one of his nipples. Jeez, what a wuss.   I could just imagine what kind of noise he was going to make when things got really interesting. I grabbed his tie, pulled him close and started whispering in his ear, telling him exactly what was going to happen to him. For some reason that seemed to upset him, and he went ballistic.  I sighed deeply. Buck had been much more interesting – he held out for a long time before he got really upset.  Oh well, I would have to make do with what was at hand.  Fear was a turn, after all.  If he was going to get hysterical, I might as well give him a little more reason – before the main course, as it were.  I rolled him over and laid down on him, pressing down, letting him know what he would eventually have to deal with.
   Crap, the kid was going to damage himself if continued like this.  All of this thrashing about couldn’t be good for him.  If he wasn’t careful, he was going to brain himself. I couldn’t have that – I wanted to get a wad of cash from his uncle, plus I wasn’t into necrophilia.  I needed more rope.
  I sat back and watched the streaming video.  If I were really smart, I would put this online and start charging for it.  The kid was thrashing around, screaming and struggling. The poor sap was just tiring himself out On the other hand, he was getting me  more and more excited.  This should get Uncle Bernie to pay up BIG time.

 

 

The Grovery Bagger by John

26 photos

Now I normally do my grocery shopping at the store down the street from my house, but today I was across town and needed just a few things and knew that if I didn’t get them now I would forget on my way home.  So as I was driving I saw a Shop-N-Save and pulled in.  I needed to get some shaving cream, razors, and batteries.  I needed to do some “manscaping” tonight as I had a date tomorrow and don’t ask what the batteries were for.  I grabbed the items and then headed to the checkout line.  That’s where I saw him.
 
This cute and adorable guy, about 5’7”, brown curly hair, and eyes to die for.  His nametag said “Hi my name is Craig”.  Damn nice to look at you Craig, I thought to myself.
 
“Paper or plastic?” Craig asked me.  I looked at him and said, “Plastic thanks.”  I grabbed my items from his hand and started to walk out the door.  I stopped and turned around, looked at Craig one more time, then I started to walk back over to him, I pulled out my business cards and gave him one.  “I’m a model search guy and do photography.  Give me a call if you want to do some work.  I think you could totally make it in the field.”  It took a lot of courage to say that to him, because it wasn’t “totally” the truth, but wasn’t a lie either.
 
I waited a few days, and then finally Craig called me.  “Hello?  This is Craig, the guy that you met from Shop-N-Save.  I have been thinking about getting into the modeling industry, do you really think I have the looks?”
“Hey Craig, yea, from what I saw at the grocery store you looked very good.  Now I realize that you were in your uniform, but I’m sure you look good out of it too.” I told him. 
 
I arranged for Craig to come over to my house the following evening when he got off work.  I told him to bring some “preppy” clothes and we would do some sample photo shoots, a very informal thing.
 
Craig arrived at my place on-time and ready to go, unlike a lot of my other models.  I sat him down and explained the business side of things, had him sign all the releases and what not, then I told him:  “Well I just got a request from one of my magazine editors that he needs a set of pictures for a magazine right away, and the problem is I don’t have the kind he wants yet.”  “What’s the magazine” Craig asked.  “Boys in Bondage” I told him.  Craig’s eyes opened up a little wider.  By the look on his face I could tell that he didn’t know quite what to think.  “Would you be willing to let me for-go the typical “practice shoot” and just take pics of you tied up in some bondage?”  Craig thought about this for a little bit and decided that it would be ok.  Besides, he was getting paid and he was starting out in the modeling world…or so he thought.  Below are the results of mine and Craig’s “photo shoot”

Clean Sweep

23 photos; 3:28 video

Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/19/2019

Wearing Him Down

20 photos; 5:21 video

Model: David
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/31/2019

Embezzlement pt 3: Exposed!

20 photos; 5:41 video

The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/14/2017

Sports Fans

30 photos; 5:35 video

Sports Fan One played by Jon Storm
Sports Fan Two played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Rope Work by Lex


Date of Production: 11/15/2018

The Pledge by Kurt

22 photos; 4:41 video

 

"OK, pledge...STRIP!!"

Simon swallowed hard as the pledgemaster glared at him.  He wanted to be accepted into the fraternity, and he knew that there would be some weird hazing rituals involved, but he had no idea what they would be.  He was in the middle of a circle of frat brothers, and the idea of stripping in front of the leering seniors made him blush from head to toe.  The basement of the frat house was cold and damp, but Simon slowly did as he was told until he was shivering in his CK boxer briefs.

"All the way, asshole,"  the pledgemaster barked.  "And put this on!"

He held out a skimpy jockstrap with a bright red pouch.  Simon slipped the sexy garment on, adjusting his package to fit into the tiny pouch, accompanied  by the snickers of the frat boys.  As he bent down to pull the straps up his legs, his exposed ass received a  stinging slap from an anonymous hand behind him.

 

"HEY!" Simon protested weakly, and immediately he was gagged with a red bandanna that matched the now-bulging red pouch he wore.

"Mrrffffff!" Simon grunted, as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth.

He was pushed and prodded, and his arms were twisted behind his back.  His wrists were quickly tied with white rope, and he was thrown down onto a rickety old wooden chair.
More rope was quickly tied around his upper arms and chest, and his legs were stretched back and tied to the rear chair legs.

"Here's the deal," the pledgemaster said, smirking.  "You get one half-hour to get out of the ropes.  You have to struggle the whole time or it doesn't count.  If you DO get loose, you don't make the cut.  If you struggle with your full strength the whole half-hour and still DON'T get loose, you pass!"

Simon winced as the pledgemaster used a marker to write "PLEDGE 1" on his chest.  As the frat brothers left the basement, each one gave Simon's exposed package a stroke through the thong-pouch.  By the time the last member left, poor Simon was as hard as a brick.  He started struggling as he'd been instructed, and the ropes held.  He thought maybe he could work the gag out of his mouth using his tongue, but then he thought that would be held against him, so he left it in place.  He was even afraid to make too much noise while he struggled in the ropes, so he kept his gagged moans to a minimum.

It seemed like hours before the frats returned. 

"Good job, buddy! You're still tied up tight, just the way we like our pledges!  You pass!"

Simon smiled beneath his gag. "An ah et uty ow?" he grunted, the rough translation being "Can I get untied now?"

"You pass Phase One!" the pledgemaster said, grinning evilly.  "There are TEN phases to the first round of initiation....and you will be kept bound and gagged through them all. Now, are you ready for Phase Two?"

Simon moaned in defeat and nodded meekly.

 

 

Guess Who!? by XXXXfreak

32 photos; 3:49 video

 

 One day Ramone was waiting for his friend to come over. He was very excited he and this particular friend always seem to have a ton of fun. He waited in a nice white t-shirt and short shorts. Suddenly the door to his apartment opens. Ramone says "I think it'll be a little more exciting now that you can let yourself in and sort of surprise me!"

 

The person who entered the room demands in a a raspy unidentifiable voice "Turn your face towards the head of the bed and don't look!" Ramone does as he is told and says "I love what you are doing to your voice it adds a lot to the scenario."

 

The mysterious voice says "Get closer to the bed, almost hug it." Ramone does as he is told and trying to smile at his friend he looks towards the man. As soon as Ramone turns his head the man shouts "Don't look at me! Put your face on the bed! Now put your hands behind your back!" Ramone does as he is told.

 

 The man gets on top of Ramone and ties his hands. Ramone then says "mmm. that feels good!" "Now your legs!" shouts the man. Ramone moves his legs from their spread position to close together. The man then takes more rope and ties his feet together. Ramone shouts at the man "Tighter!". The man listens and tightens it! "Oh yea! Now I can really struggle!" Ramone says happily. Ramone lies on the bed and rolls around struggling. "Now what do we do?" Ramone asks.

 

The man gets on the bed, and Ramone gets a glance at him. Ramone shouts, "You aren't--" His shout is cut off when the man takes a red bandanna and ties it around his head gagging him. Now that Ramone realizes something is wrong he continues to roll on the bed this time with the intention of actually becoming free. He tries to shout through the gag but all the comes out is "mmpph Mmpph"

 

 

"Stop struggling you aren't going to free yourself" shouts the man. At this point Ramone sits up on the bed and stops trying to scream. "Good boy! Now I can have my fun!" The man goes towards Ramone and pulls his white shirt over his head exposing his hairy upper chest. As the men pushes Ramone back to the bed and lounges on top of Ramone, he starts to shout again.

 

 

The End?

 

Bonus Story 1

 

The Guy From the Gym

 

By Bobthename

 

Phil had just gotten home from the gym, he pulled up in front of his house and noticed his bedroom window was open, it wasn't open before he left so he became a little worried. He immideatly got out of his car and entered his house. He was on his way to his room when a man holding a XXXX told him to follow him.

 

Phil listened to the stranger and walked with him to phils room. When they got there the man told phil to lay face down on the bed. Phil slowly did as he was told. After he was on the bed the man directed Phil to put his arms behind his back and keep quiet. Phil nervously asked what was going on but the man ignored him and instead started to loop rope around phils wrists. Once his hands were bound he went to phils ankles and tied them tightly together. Phil was now bound hand and foot, lying helplessly on his bed.

 

The creepy man then sat next to phil on the bed and pulled a red bandana out of his pocket. "Guess what this is for my friend?" said the stranger as he tied the bandana firmly around phils mouth. Phil tried to talk but the gag was so tight all he could say was "mmmmmpph!"

 

Finally the man started to talk. "Phil, I've been going to the same gym as you for the last 8 months and have wanted your body since day 1 and today I decided I'll have it" Phil squirmed and made gagged grunts trying to get loose.

 

The XXXX then turned phil over so he was now on his back. Phil looked him in the eye and tried to talk.

 

"Relax" said the stalker as he gently corressed phils muscular thighs, "your gonna feel things you've never felt before my friend" Phils eyes grew wider as the man started to massage his crotch. Phil helplessly tried to get loose but had no luck, the knots were way to tight. The next thing Phil knew his own groin was being fondeled and his shirt pulled over his head. He screamed into his gag but was totally ignored by the cloth that was shoved in his mouth. The horny predator then yanked Phils shorts to his knees and placed his mouth around phils manhood. Phil squirmed like never before but only succeeded in tiring himself out. The man had no mercy on phils cock, and after he was finished he turned phil back over to his stomach.

 

"Guess what time it is now my little sex toy?" said the pervert, "mmmm, finally that lucious butt is mine", Phil mmmmphh'ed into his gag as his virgin ass was totally abused....

 

Fin

 

Bonus Story 2

 

"Who Are You?"

 

by Jockboy

 

Ramone loved to jog after a hard day's work. On this particular day he was even happier due to the fact that his girlfriend was gone for a business trip for a whole week!

 

As Ramone returned from his hour long jog he failed to notice the door to his apartment was unlocked. Ramone took no note of it as he walked inside and locked the door behind him. He went into his bedroom and flopped down on his bed, exhausted from his run. In a couple minutes he was already snoring.

 

He failed to notice the man in black entering his room. The man set a small black bag down and opened it, pulling from it a long coil of white rope. The man began to quickly bind Ramone's wrists together behind Ramone's back. As soon as that was done he began working on Ramone's ankles. Soon enough they were quickly and efficiently bound as well.

 

Suddenly, Ramone began to stirr. "What the hell?" Ramone wondered aloud as he was unable to move his hands or feet. Seeing the man Ramone got defensive. "Who the hell are you?" Ramone demanded to know.

 

Not to his liking, Ramone was quickly silenced as the man stuffed a red bandanna between Ramone's teeth and knotted the ends tightly behind his head. Ramone grunted and yelled from behind the gag at the intruder in hopes of getting him to leave him alone. Ramone got more defensive as the man began pulling up Ramone's shirt and massaging his chest. Ramone could only lie helpless as the man began to feel every inch of his bound and gagged body.

 

 

 

End

 

 

 

 

 

The Debt by Caitiff

35 photos

 

Mark was in trouble. He had always had an unlucky streak but he had been so sure that this time would be different. Unfortunately for Mark, it wasn't.

 

Donny the Breaker, the local bookie told Mark that he owed at least twenty grand and he meant to collect. problem was, Donny knew full well that Mark didn't have that kind of money. But at the same time, Donny couldn't let Mark slide. He had to be made an example of. Donny wanted his money but a leg breaking wouldn't get it. Then a contact of his made an offer.

 

 "All right kid, this is what you are going to do. Do everything you are told and you can consider the debt paid in full. Don't, and we take it out of your hide. Got it?"

 

Mark didn't have much choice and agreed. So he soon found himself in a hotel room standing bare ass naked, surrounded by Donny's goons. Mark didn't know exactly what was going to happen but what little he could gather was that he was being "hooked out" to some guy and the guy was kinky. Mark wasn't sure he liked the idea of some perv fondle his privates, but he hated the idea of having his privates cut off even more. Mark figured he could put up with one dirty old man for one night.

 

What Mark didn't know was the hoods that stood guard over Mark had different orders. This wasn't just simple prostitution. They were supposed to get this guy ready under very specific instructions.

 

 Mark was ordered to turn around and put his hands behind his back. He did so and soon found his hands bound securely with tape. Mark wasn't sure he wanted to be bound but again, what choice did he have? But the hoods didn't stop at his hands. They then went to his feet and started wrapping them first in Saran wrap, then in tape. Soon Mark's legs were wrapped up tightly in tape like a mummy up to his groin.

 

"Keep the ass and dick exposed. 'One goon said to the other, " We got orders."

 

Mark's crotch and ass were left bare but his upper body was not and soon it too was mummified tightly in tape. Mark was getting hot and uncomfortable and increasingly unwilling to continue. How the hell was he supposed to have sex with anyone while wrapped up in tape?

 

 "Ok, Uhh guys, sorry. I've changed my mind. I want out. I'll find the money some other..mmmpph!" A thick piece of tape wrapped around his head cut off Mark's words.

 

"You don't get it, do you punk? You ain't got any choice anymore. You just sold yourself for good!"

 

Mark didn't like what the goon was saying. But bound up and gagged, he could do nothing as he was placed on the bed except roll a little from side to side and make pathetic grunting noises.

 

Just then Donny the Breaker and another man who Mark didn't know came in. The strange man looked over Mark, the way someone might look over a piece of meat. Then, the man began feeling mark up, especially rubbing his dick and balls. Despite himself, Mark began to get hard. It's was embarrassing as hell to get aroused while bound, gagged and surrounded by a lot of other guys. But Mark's dick had a mind of it's own.

 

 

 "He's definitely responsive." The man said," and he seems to have a tight body, just like you said. Not too muscular but firm. Let's check his ass out."

 

Mark was flipped over and his butt cheeks pinched and squeezed by the strange man. Mark was both mortified and confused. Was this guy going to have sex with him right now in front of everybody?!

 

"Ahh, excellent. A great ass, just like you said. And where's he going, that's important!"

 

 Where I'm going?, Mark thought. hat was going on.

 

"Yes, the man continued," He young enough to still be trainable and the horny but submissive ones are always easy to train anyway. I'll give you thirty thousand for him."

 

"That would be fine." Donny said then turned to his goods," Cover his eyes for the trip. He don't need to see where's going."

 

 

 Mark's eyes were covered with more tape.

 

"I can send you the money and then transport this young man to the ranch where he can meet the others. Pleasure doing business with you." the Man said before mark heard him walk away.

 

"Mmmpphha mmmm!" Mark grunted desperately through the tape gag as he struggled to loosen the tape that bound him. The tape held, however.

 

 

 "Relax kid. It's done. "Mark heard Donny say." What, did you think somebody would pay twenty thousand for a one night stand with you? Sorry, but you're going to be a rich guy's bondage buddy for a good long while. Enjoy it. You ain't got a choice."

 

Oh Shit, Mark thought as he rolled from side to side in a vain effort to free himself. But he soon realized that Donny the Breaker was right. There was nothing he could do to stop being sold into slavery.

 

At least he would be debt free.

 

The End?

 

Mark played by Drew

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/04/2002

Never Talk to Strangers

18 photos; 4:42 video

Straight Jock played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/13/2019

Cuddles

40 photos; 4:10 video

Cuddle Buddy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/21/2019

Taking a Break by Caitiff

21 photos; 4:50 video

 

 

Greg played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/07/2012

Jakob

29 photos; 5:23 video

Model: Jacob
Photography by Kevin at Bound Jeopardy

Date of Production: 04/29/2012

The Purloined Letter pt 2 By Fidelis

38 photos

"MMMMPHHHNNOOOOOGGMJEFF!"

I was getting tired of listening to the librarian squeal like a stuck pig. If I had the time, I would give him something to squeal about – having a fondness for beefy blondes, I wouldn’t mind having some fun with him. At the moment, though, I had more important things on my mind. I wanted those documents, and I wanted them badly. I loved amateurs – this idiot thought he was so clever, but he hadn’t covered his trail. Once I knew what he was offering for sale, it didn’t take me any time to find out who he was, where he worked and what he was doing. It had only taken a couple of drinks to get his dimwitted partner to blab. Now that I thought about it, it did sound as if he was trying to say Jeff. Hmmm, perhaps we were going to have company. I took a break from turning over the librarian’s pathetic hovel. I wanted to catch the dimwit security guard from the library as he walked in.

"Hands up, asshole. Yeah, you! Who else do you think I would be talking to? Get over there by the blonde. And don’t say a word!"

Once he had managed to get his jaw up from the floor, the dimwit moved over to stand by the librarian. Sheesh, I wouldn’t want him guarding anything that I valued. It was shocking the way that these university libraries cut corners. They were just asking to be robbed if they couldn’t hire good professional help to protect their treasures..

"That’s right, get down by your hunky blonde friend. Hands behind your back, and don’t make a noise, or I’ll blow your feeble brains out!"

The security guard was as meek as a little lamb. Without a word, without putting up the slightest struggle, he placed his hands behind his back, and allowed me to truss him up. What a wuss! I took my handy role of tape, and XXXX a strip between his teeth before wrapping some more around his head. That would keep the idiot quiet. Now it was time to resume my search. I headed off to the bedroom – I was starting to run out of options here. But I needed the Poe. The things that I had found so far were very nice – I wasn’t going to toss them, they would round out my collection. But the Poe letter - those were the jewels in the crown.

"GGMMMMPHHMMPPP!"

What the hell were those two up too? I took a peek – one of them had some brains. They were trying to untie each other. That wouldn’t do at all. I would have to put an end to that.

"What do you two think you’re up to? You wouldn’t be trying to escape, would you? That would be a VERY bad idea. Very bad, indeed. I can see that I’m going to have to do something about you guys."

I almost burst into laughter when I saw the terrified expressions on their faces. The poor saps probably thought that I was going to hurt them. I dragged them upright, and started winding rope around their torsos. I let my hands linger over the blonde beefcake as I bound him to the security guard. It didn’t look as if I was going to have a chance to play with him, not since his friend had turned up. However, I couldn’t resist the opportunity that he offered me. I gave him a few pokes and squeezes. Surprise, surprise! The big boy started to sprout a woody. His cheap suit couldn’t hide the big pole that sprouted in his trousers. Such a waste! However, it was time to get back to business. I could always return at a later date, and have some fun with him.

Now where the hell had he put the documents? I had torn this place apart, I had even emptied out the refrigerator, shuddering at the thought that the priceless papers had been stored there. I heaved a sigh of relief – no librarian would do such a terrible thing as to expose fragile documents to such horrid conditions. It looked as if I was going to have to resort to drastic measures. I wasn’t going to leave this place without the Poe letters.

"OK, pretty boy, I know you’ve got them. Where are the papers? You know what I’m looking for!"

I had a handful of blonde hair in my hand and pulled on it, hard, but the librarian just shot me a poisonous look and shook his head. He mumbled something obscene through his gag. Hmm, this was interesting. It looked as if he had more guts than I had initially credited him with. Now, the security guard was another matter altogether. He was quivering like a bowl of jelly. I moved around and crouched down in front of him.

"GGGMDONTMMETELLHIMMGGJEFF! MMMDONTTELLHIM!"

I noticed the blond stud’s eyes glancing across the room. I couldn’t see anything there but a litter box for the fluffy white cat that had done a disappearing act when I broke into the house. Now, why hadn’t I thought of that before? I upended the box, scattering kitty litter and turds across the floor. A thick packet, wrapped in plastic, fell out. Bingo! With trembling hands I carefully removed the plastic. My heart nearly stopped as I saw what I held in my hands. Tears of joy came to my eyes. I had my treasure. From behind me I heard frantic, muffled screams. I turned around. The librarian was dragging his dim friend along the floor as he inched his way towards me. I laughed as I walked over to the bound duo. Kneeling down on the floor, I patted him on the cheek.

"Don’t worry, big boy. You haven’t seen the last of me. Who knows, you might get something out of this, after all."

THE END

The Businessman played by Jimbo

The Guard played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Guy in my Kitchen

39 photos; 5:31 video

 

Pizza Boy played by Ryan

Photography by Caitiff

Bound Private

23 photos; 4:00 video

Bound Private played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/07/2013

Gift Wrapped

18 photos; 2:32 video

Model: DJ

 

Photography by Sammy

 

The Purloined Letter by Fidelis

20 photos

Julian clutched his briefcase tightly, gloating as he thought of what it contained. ‘I’m going to be rich, I’m going to be rich’ played over in his mind. What he had tucked away among the innocuous academic files was going to fund an early retirement. This latest batch of purloined documents would bring the total of his stolen collection up to about five million bucks. Of course, he would have to share some of that with his partner in crime, but Jeff was such a blockhead, he had no idea of how valuable the little hoard was. Julian chuckled as he thought of the XXXX and dismay that would ensue when the theft was discovered. Ha, that would teach them a lesson for paying highly trained librarians such a pittance, while the coach of the college’s football team received millions. Julian had been discreetly putting out feelers to potential buyers and he had already received several nibbles. He had to be careful how he disposed of the papers, but he knew that he could do it. He was full of glee as he pushed open the door of his dilapidated house, the only accommodation that he could afford on his measly salary. HA! That would change soon. He would have something really quite delightful, albeit extremely tasteful, far far from here.

Visions of how he would be spending his ill-gotten gains filled his head as he entered his home. He was brought to reality rapidly when he found himself staring down the barrel of a rather alarming looking item. His eyes slowly moved from the item to the person who was holding. He gulped as he beheld a burly masked figure.

"Hands in the air, asshole!"

"Please, please, don’t hurt me! Take whatever you want!"

Julian wondered what kind of dimwit would bother burgling a house in this neighborhood. His scanty possessions would bring only a few dollars – he didn’t even have a DVD player!

"Drop the briefcase! Do it. NOW!"

Julian groaned as he thought of the fragile and precious pieces of papers that his briefcase contained. He gingerly placed it on the floor. Before he had time to straighten up, the intruder grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and shoved him towards the wall.

"Lean against the wall. Hands and legs spread. You heard me! Get a fucking move on, or I’ll drill you."

Julian obeyed the burglar. He shuddered as he felt the man frisking him, extracting his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers. What a brute! What huge hands this guy had. Julian felt an odd tingle as the thief methodically turned out of all of his pockets. What could he be looking for?

"OK, down on your knees, asshole. One false move and you’re dead meat."

Julian reluctantly lowered himself to his knees, thinking that this guy had watched too many bad movies. Damn, today of all days, he had to be wearing his good suit.

"Ouch, ouch, what are you doing? There is no need for this! I promise, I won’t do anything foolish."

"Shut your trap, egghead. I don’t want to hear another peep out of you."

Julian submitted, wincing silently as he his hands were roped together behind his back. He stifled a groan as more rope was round around his chest and then attached to his bound hands. He whimpered as he was pulled to his feet, turned around and then slammed into the wall. He slid to the floor, his head aching from the contact with the rotting plaster. Julian could only watch in appalled XXXX as his captor bound his feet together. Fuck, that rope was tight.

"Hey, watch the socks! They’re brand new and…MMMMMPHHHHH!"

"I told you to shut up, you geek. You should have listened. Now not another peep out of you!"

Julian watched in astounded XXXX as the burglar proceeded to go through the contents of his briefcase, extracting each of the purloined letters, carefully sliding them into envelopes with his gloved hands. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. Somehow this guy knew what Julian had been doing. Julian almost wept with frustration as he watched his retirement fund diminish by the minute. Thank God the most precious documents were hidden away in a spot where no one would think to look for them.

"OK, Carfax, where are the rest of them?"

"MMMGGGHMDONTMMMKNOWGGMMWHATMURMTALKINGBOUT."

"Screw you. I’ll find them myself. It won’t take too long to turn this dump over."

Julian heard crashes and bashes as his meager possessions were ransacked.

"Keep away from Fluffy’s kitty litter" he prayed. "Keep away from the kitty litter!"

Julian began frantically struggling to free himself. He had to get loose, he had to! Once untied, it would only take him a moment to scoop up the precious contents of the kitty litter and then flee. He would still have the manuscript of The Marble Faun, annotated by Hawthorne, and the Melville letters, and the Poe manuscripts – the gems of the collection. What the burglar had in his possession at the moment was just the tip of the iceberg. But….he knew there were other things. How had he found out what Julian was up to? If that buffoon Jeff had blabbed…nah, even he couldn’t have been so stupid. Thinking of Jeff, Julian looked at the clock on the wall. Holy shit, Jeff would be here any moment. He must get free first, he must! Renewing his frantic efforts, Julian rolled around on the floor, straining to reach the knots in the rope, to loosen the rope…anything to get free! He forgot about his suit as he thrashed about. All of his careful plans and scheming would be for nothing if the intruder found his precious cache. The thought of his retirement fund disappearing into thin air, leaving him once again penurious added fuel the fire of his frenzy. What was that sound outside? Oh no, it couldn’t be!

TO BE CONTINUED...

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