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Tangled Up
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Model: Chad
Ropework by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2010 -
XXXX Stud
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Moel: Dante
PHOTOGRAPHY; Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2013 -
The Man Black.. Suit by Marty
25 photos; 2:45 video
Darius couldn't have been more thrilled to have landed this new job to see him through college. He was a Criminology major and wanted all the practice he could get. He thought it was a little strange that he'd passed the interview over the phone, but he wasn't about to turn down six hundred bucks a week. So he put on his best black suit and reported to the appointed address to begin his new occupation.
A very mousy guy greeted him at the door, his hands behind his back. Darius had no sooner said, "I'm here for my first work day..." before he was XXXX on the head with a cast-iron frying pan from where the mousy guy had struck him. When he came to, he was bound hand and foot and gagged mightily with a few lengths of white tape, under which his ripe lips had been inescapably packed with cloth, and his head was throbbing with pain. Not to mention his not--unsizeable dick, whicxh was at full salute from the intimidating bondage into which he'd been XXXX against his will. The mousy guy was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a tall beefy guy with a menacing manner stood over him and grinned in seeming glee. "Comfy?" he asked.
Darius tried hard to protest through his gag, but soon saw he was fighting a losing battle.The beefy guy checked the knots in Darius's ropes before laughing deep and hard. "You idiot kids from that college really never know what you're getting into," he said. "The whole bunch of you think you're really starting on the right path. Well, I've got news for you. Over a hundred boys from that school have disappeared and been XXXX into bondage slavery." He caressed Darius's face. 'And you're next. Say goodbye to your life as you know it, boy." He laughed again and started dialing a cellphone. "Yeah, I've got him. Yeah, the one you wanted. From the Criminology department. Really? A hundred grand? Yeah, that sounds fair. OK." He hung up his phone and smiled broadly at his bound-and-gagged victim. "They'll be coming to collect you in a few minutes to begin your new life. In the meantime, I want to have some fun with you. You're owned now."
Darius tried hard to swallow through the wad of cloth that held him silenced, and struggled in the tight ropes. In the meantime, the beefy guy looked menacing and he began to feel up Darius's erect crotch with hunger.The End?
Darius played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/02/2006
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The Case of the Smuggling Sailors by Caitiff
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Shore leave for Seaman Mark Wolf was almost over. And none too soon as far as he was concerned. Although he hardly loved being cooped up on the ship for weeks on end, ever since his ship had docked in Japan, weird things had been happening.
Mark was certain that boxes of supplies had gone missing and then mysteriously reappeared again. Not that Mark could prove it. When ever he checked the records, the everything seemed in order. But Mark was certain that the supplies hadn't been checked out either. His crew mates who maintained the supplies looked at him like he was crazy whenever he mentioned it. And the entire situation had gotten worse since the USS Kitty Hawk had pulled into port.
It was the last day before the ship went back to sea and Mark was doing inventory as he was scheduled to do. That's when he noticed Petty Officers Smith and Cribbs nosing around, looking in the boxes. They hadn't seen Mark, so he ducked behind a corner and watched as the two men seemed to grab something and walk off!
Not knowing what to do, Mark followed the men as they both left the ship and went into the Navy Base. Mark wasn't an expert as tailing people but he was certain neither man had seen him as they entered a storage building, apparently unused.
Mark snuck into the old building and down into a filthy basement, stopping short when he heard Smith and Cribbs talking to some other men.
"So this is the last of it?" Mark heard one of the unknown men say.
"Yeah, " Replied Cribbs, "We did a switcheroo with the records so no one will even notice this is missing. Especially when it comes back."
"And no one will inspect the boxes? We can't afford having this merchandise discovered!" The first man asked.
"Don't worry! Customs doesn't bother with military ships. Once we get the stuff we took from the supplies back on the ship, no one will be the wiser. You get your drugs and your supplier gets the cash and it all looks like just a routine transfer of supplies."
Oh my God!, thought Mark, Smith and Cribbs and who knew who else were smuggling! He had to get the authorities. Unfortunately, before he could do just that, he was hit on the back of the head by a bottle. Everything exploded in a flash of white, then darkness.
Mark woke up with an incredible headache. He tried to move his hand to feel his throbbing head but he couldn't. He had been trussed up hand to foot! HE could only sit helplessly as his captors, Smith, Cribb, and their accomplices, towered menacingly over him.
"What are we supposed to do with him then? This will ruin everything" One of the accomplices said.
"Relax." Smith said." This guy has been getting in our way too much anyway. We keep him here. The Brass thinks he's gone AWOL and it gives you guys time to get rid of him."
"Why not just pop him right now!?" Another accomplice asked, pulling out an object
"Because we need it to happen after the fleet leaves and things settle down a bit. Then we can get rid of the body. Use that right now and half the base will hear it." Smith explained.
"You won't get away with ..mmmff!" Mark said as a black piece of tape was plastered across his mouth.
"As last words go, you could have done better." Cribbs mocked.
"Haha! Yep. Too bad for him. Now, our hardy boy wannabe will keep until you guys can come back for him. So right now we all mosey out of here and keep to our schedules. You guys can come back when no one is looking. I'd say, in about an hour or two."
Mark, bound and gagged as he was, could only stare as his captors all filed out of the basement.. Realizing this would be his only chance, Mark immediately began working at his bonds. Unfortunately, the ropes had been tied cruelly tight. They bit into his wrists, arms and legs. Mark could already feel the circulation being cut off and his hands going numb.
"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Mark grunted as loudly as he could but while a gunshot would be heard by everyone on base, the muffled cries of one tightly tape gagged sailor could not. Help wouldn't be coming. Mark would have to get out of this on his own!
He renewed his efforts to undo the knots. But he had been tied up by sailors and sailors knew how to tie a knot if they knew anything. The few knots Mark could reach with his fingers stayed tight and secure. And with the lack of circulation, Mark's hands would soon grow too numb to be of any use. If he didn't get out in the next few minutes, his hands would be too weak to get him out at all!
To make matters even worse, the basement of the building obviously hadn't been used in years and covered in dust. The dirt got all over Mark's clothes and into his nostrils. Unable to effectively cough because of the gag, Mark worried he may simply suffocate and save the smugglers the trouble of killing him themselves.
The dust also made him feel grimy, which wasn't much of a concern considering his current dangerous predicament. But the combination of the dirt along with the heat made Mark begin to sweat. Large rivulets of perspiration began trickling down Mark's face and body. Sweat stung his eyes, making it hard to see as well.
Damn! Why does this all this have to happen to me?, Mark thought but then realized. The sweat was more then a nuisance. It also as making his hands and arms slick. Maybe slick enough to slip out of the bonds that held him!
Mark didn't know how much tie he had left so he put all his remaining energy into his last chance to get free. His wrists were being rubbed raw as Mark moved his hands back and forth, trying to get some slack in the ropes. If only...
At last, Mark felt one of the loops of rope around his wrist go over his hands, then another and another! After what seemed like an eternity, Mark's hands were free!
Not even sparing a moment to get the feeling in his hands back, Mark immediately began untying the rest of his bound body. While doing so, Mark kept an eye on the stairs for his captors return.
Though it stung his face, Mark was relieved when he peeled the tape off his mouth. He let out a great coughing fit, clearing the dust from his lungs.
It took a great while for Mark to finally get free because his hands had still not gotten their feeling back. Mark jumped at every sound, certain the smugglers had returned before he was free. But eventually Mark did free himself completely of his bindings. Not sparing a moment, Mark picked himself up and ran to the authorities.
Cribbs and Smith were arrested along with their smuggling buddies while Mark was given a medal of commendation. And a transfer off of the ship.
The End
Seaman Mark Wolf played by Mark Wolf
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2001
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Pay Up
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BoundGuy played by Nick Armor
Bad Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/26/2018 -
My New Thing
32 photos; 3:19 video
Newbie played by Derek
Dom played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/16/2013 -
Office Boi by IBrett
33 photos; 5:57 video
Jordan had been working nonstop. He was extremely tired but he had to finish these last couple of reports before he could go to XXXX. He was working from home today so luckily he wouldn't have to drive in the dark. He went to loosen his tie a bit when suddenly something happened.
All of a sudden, a large hand clamped over his mouth. He had no idea what was happening. He struggled and tried to pry the hand off of him. It was no use. He was too strong. Jordan kicked from his chair but failed as something came crashing upon his head...and he was XXXX out cold.
When Jordan woke up. His vision was blurred a bit but he started to focus more. He tried to get up but realized his wrists were tied together behind him on a chair as his mouth was taped too. He began moaning for help, still trying to focus on what was going on. His head hurt as well.
Suddenly a man was in front of him. He was the captor. He had a black ski mask on so Jordan couldn't identify him. He grabbed Jordans tie and pulled him close. He said "You've been cheating on those reports haven't you Jordan?"
Jordan shook his head and pleaded to be let go. The man covered Jordans mouth and said "I don't think I told you to talk. Shut the hell up" he said. He pulled Jordan up and off the chair after putting a thick strip of silver duct tape over his eyes.
The masked intruder began tying up Jordans ankles and legs tightly. Jordan tried to struggle out of his captors bonds, but it was no use. The room was silent for awhile. Jordan wondered if his captor had left.
Jordan knew if he was going to escape, this was the time. He tried to wriggle out of the ropes. He struggled as much as he could as he thrashed about on the floor. Finally! One hand got loose. He worked on the other hand. He pulled the tape off his eyes and began untying himself as quickly as he could. He didn't know if the captor was still in the house or not. Little did he know, his captor was just outside of the room...waiting.Model:Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/27/2013 -
NYPD
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Tom Corcoran scowled as he looked at the broken lock on his front. Crap! He had just finished working a double shift and had been looking forward to stripping out of his uniform and crashing. Now it looked as if some piece of shit had broken into his house. He put his hand on XXXX. The said POS had better not still be in the house – if so, the POS was going to be really, really sorry. Tom had had a bad day, and he was in no mood to be in his Officer of the Month mode. If he caught the POS in his house, he was going to beat the living daylights out of him.
Tom pushed the door further ajar and hit the light switch. Hmm, at least the place hadn’t been trashed. In fact, everything looked to be in its proper place. Maybe someone or something had scared off the POS. Of course, it was possible that the POS was still in the house. Tom wasn’t going to let down his guard yet. That was the way to get killed or injured. He moved cautiously into the living room. No one here. Next he would check the…
“Hey, Officer. Over here!”
“Huh, what the….AAAAGGGHHHH!”
Steve looked down at the supine officer. This guy was really hot stuff. Steve had been stalking him for quite some time now, but he hadn’t really got to close to the cop. Now that Officer Corcoran was lying unconscious at his feet, he was able to get a really good view of the studly cop. Damn, but this was going to be good. He felt the familiar stirring in his loins. He could barely contain himself, but first things first. He was going to relieve the cop of that overcoat – Steve wanted it for himself, to go along with the rest of the gear. Thank God that Corcoran had come home in uniform; it would save Steve the trouble of getting him dressed up.
Steve had worked up a sweat by the time he had relieved Tom of his overcoat, cuffed his wrists behind him and hauled over to the couch. Damn it, Corcoran was one hot piece of cop meat. Steve was drooling at the thought of getting a taste of him. But he wasn’t quite ready to start – not yet. He needed to make sure that his officer captive wasn’t going to go anywhere.
Steve looked down at his handiwork. The white ropes looking really hot against Officer Corcoran’s navy blue uniform trousers. There was one final touch that would make the picture perfect, but Steve wanted to wait until the cop regained consciousness before he added it. Good, the cop was starting to moan. NOW it was just about time to add that final exciting arousing touch.
“What the fuck do you think …GGGMMAAAHHGETMOFFMMEE!!”
Steve was shuddering with arousal as he sat on the cop’s lap and shoved the knotted bandanna between his teeth. Oh yeah, this was so hot. Listening to the cop yell and curse through the bandanna gag was a major turn on for Steve. He was making a fair amount of noise, but Steve was the only one who could hear him.
“GGUMPIECEMMSHITGOOMINMBIGMMTROUBLE! GGIMMACOP!”
“Of course you’re a cop, Officer Corcoran. Why do you think I broke into your house and tied you up? I only do this with cops. “
“GGGMMUMEAN? MMONLYMMCOPS?”
“Don’t worry, Officer Corcoran. You’ll find out soon enough. Just give me a few minutes while I get prepared. Everything will have to be just right for this to work properly.”
Tom took a deep breath. This guy didn’t look like your normal house-breaking POS. He looked like…a normal, clean-cut middle-class guy. Tom searched his mind, trying to think if he had ever read about a gang of clean-cut middle-class guys who specialized in terrorizing cops. Some gangs demanded that a cop be murdered as part of the initiation to the gang – could this be some bizarre variation on that theme. He growled and started to rear up from the couch.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you, Officer Corcoran. I’m not inclined to mess up that handsome face of yours, but I will if I have to. A couple of smacks with this would do some heavy duty damage, don’t you think?”
This guy wasn’t quite as normal-looking as he had first appeared. He had a manic glitter in his eyes, and his face was all flushed and sweaty. Tom wondered what precisely was supposed to work properly. He didn’t want to find out. Good, he was leaving the room to prepare himself, whatever that meant. Now was Tom’s chance to escape. He calculated the distance from the couch to the front door. He had often wished that he could afford a bigger house, but this was one time that he was glad that he had a small living room. Tom was proud of his physique, especially his powerful legs. It would be a cinch for him to propel himself off the couch and hop to the front door. It should only take him a couple of minutes, and the thick rug on the floor should muffle any sound that he would make.So far, so good. It had taken him only one powerful surge to get to his feet. He took a tentative hop. All of the rigorous training that he had been through, plus his workouts at the gym were paying off. Yeah, he could do this. He was having any problems maintaining his balance, even with his ankles and knees tied. One hop, two hops, three hops…
“Oh good, Officer Corcoran, I thought that you would try to escape. This makes it all more exciting. It is almost as if you could read my mind. Now, let’s see how you look on your knees. Oh fuck, yeah, there are few things hotter than a hot cop on his knees in front of me. But – I like cops looking like this, too.”
Tom grunted as the POS planted a foot in the middle of his chest and shoved him backwards onto the floor. Damn, but that hurt. The cuffs were tearing into his wrists. Tom wasn’t able to stifle the moan of pain. And what the hell was this guy doing wearing one of Tom’s uniforms?
“Oh God, that is so hot, listening to a cop moan through a gag. You really are performing very well, Officer Corcoran. But, I think that I want a little more struggling on your part. Come on, Officer. Put on a show for me!”
“MMUGGGHMMMOUCH! GGGSHTOP!”
“Oh come on, Officer. Don’t be such a sissy. I know you cops go through a lot worse than this. I’m barely touching you. Don’t stop now, you were doing so well. I really don’t want to have kick you any harder. These are just nudges, really. “
What the hell was this guy up to? Why did he want Tom to struggle and moan? Tom was really getting pissed off. He started struggling in earnest against the ropes and cuffs. He was going to paste this guy to the floor when he got free.
“Oh God, that’s good. Almost good enough, but…let’s make this more interesting.”
“GGGMMMNOOO! GGMFUCKMDOING! MMMNOOO!”
Oh shit, this guy was a pervert. Tom couldn’t ignore the bulge in the stolen uniform trousers, and the spreading wet spot in the groin. The POS was getting turned on by Tom’s struggles. Tom writhed futilely as he tied up even more tightly, and more awkwardly. He could hardly breathe with the rope around his neck.
Steve was panting and dripping with sweat. This was almost perfect so far. The cop looked so fucking hot all tied up and gagged and struggling. It was time for him to start seriously enjoying himself. He struggled with the zipper on the borrowed uniform trousers. Oh, this was bliss. The cop was struggling even more frantically as he watched Steve pull out his engorged member. Ha, Corcoran was probably ready to have a stroke right now. Too bad, because it was time for Steve to indulge in a little stroking of his own.
Oh Jesus, no! He was going to be XXXXd! The sick pervert was going to violate Tom’s tight virgin cop ass and going to plug Tom’s cop throat with his dripping tool – unless Tom could save himself! Tom shrieked through his gag and renewed his frantic struggles to free himself.
Steve was getting closer and closer to the brink. The cops always acted this way. Thank God they were so predictable. It was this final panic-stricken fight to get free that Steve needed. He was just about ready…oh God, yes, yes, YES!
“Thanks for the show, Officer, and thanks for the uniform. I hope that you don’t mind if I relieve you of that rather fetching hat, and your badge. I need them to complete the uniform. My collection is growing by leaps and bounds. Bye now.”
Tom heaved a sigh of relief. He had been spared violation, but… how was he going to free himself? He was feeling an odd hardness in his own groin, that was just crying out to be released.The End
OfficerTom Corcoran played by Todd
Photography by Caitiff
This story is a work of fiction and not meant to advocate or instruct in any illegal activity.
Date of Production: 12/18/2005
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Short Butt Sweet
32 photos; 0:40 video
Model: Neil
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/21/2007
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Search and Seizure
12 photos; 4:35 video
Bound Guy played by Dean
Evil Cop played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2018 -
Too Far Away by Nick 007
32 photos; 8:29 video
Cont'd from "On Ice"
It had been weeks since Rex's little mistake that almost cost him his life. He was hired by the Mayor to track down and gather evidence against notorious crime boss, Mister X. He received a trip from anonymous tip and went to meet the contact. He fell into an obvious trap and was XXXX.
While tied up, Rex discovered that his XXXX was none other than the mayor himself. Unfortunately he never found out why the mayor himself hired Rex to find evidence on on his alter ego, because he was able to free himself and escape.
Rex was laying low for a couple of weeks and gathered as much info as he could. He wasn't going to be fooled twice. He was going to be more careful this time. So when the time was finally right, he made a phone call. “Yeah dude. You ready to do this?” Rex said over the phone. He continued the conversation for twenty minutes, then hung up the phone.
Rex got changed and got ready. He left his apartment to go settle the score. He drove to the place where he was kept captive. Rex knew this was the best place to start looking for clues. He pulled out his XXXX and went to the back door. Silently, he crept up to the back door. It was, surprisingly, unlocked. So he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
As he crept through the house he could tell that no one was home. “That's good.” he thought. “Now I can snoop in private.” Rex found a room with a desk and some file cabinets in it. The perfect place to find some hard evidence against the Mayor. Just when he started to go through the papers on the desk, he was hit on the back of the head with a blunt object. Rex fell to the ground with a thud.
When Rex awoke he, once again, was tied up and blindfolded. His hands were tied behind his back, but his feet weren't tied. Before he could even think about running away, he felt a hand cover his mouth while another hand grabbed him from behind. Rex struggled to get away but to no avail. He felt a long piece of cloth slide between his lips and go behind his head, gagging him. He could hear his captor walk away then come back. Rope was being coiled around his ankles and just below the knees. More rope was added around his chest, effectively tying him to the chair.
He could hear the footsteps walk away again. Rex struggled against the ropes trying to get out. This only made the ropes tighter on his chest. The ropes dug into his muscles. What Rex didn't know is that his captor was still in the room, enjoying the view. This was now the second time he caught the allusive wild detective.
As much as he was enjoying the show, it was time to get down to business. He walked over to Rex and lowered his blindfold. Rex's vision slowly came into focus to reveal, not to his surprise, the Mayor.
“Now, now, now. Let's not start this off with such aggression.” the Mayor said snidely. Rex yelled through the gag trying to get the attention of anyone around. The Mayor walked behind Rex and added another gag over the existing gag. Still Rex yelled. “Hmm not quite there on the volume.” the Mayor said as he pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around Rex's head. The noise coming out of Rex's mouth was barely audible.
“Much better. Now you just sit there while I go make the bedroom ready to keep you restrained.” the Mayor said. Rex tried to kick him but the ropes kept him at bay. The Mayor gave him the finger as we walked to the other room.
Rex began struggling harder and harder against the ropes. The chair had wheels on it, so he began to rock back and forth trying to get to the window. He brushed his head against the blinds trying to see if he could signal anybody, but it was dark out and no one was around in site. He worked on getting the gag out of his mouth and finally succeeded. “I am going to kick your ass when I get out of here.” Rex said. He began rocking back and forth again trying to get to the desk. He had to find something to cut these ropes with.
He finally made his way over to the desk and looked around. The closest to the edge was his wallet with a chain attached. The psycho took his wallet when he was XXXX out. He began to wonder what else the Mayor did to him, as he reached for the wallet. It wasn’t easy, but he was able to move the wallet to the edge and get it into his hands. He tried to rub the chain against the ropes when he accidentally dropped it.
Rex groaned. However that’s when he saw the scissors on the desk. “That's perfect.” he thought. He tried to reach for the scissors. “It's so far away!” he cried and chuckled because of his own predicament. Using his new found freedom from the gag, he used his mouth to move the newspaper and get the scissors closer until he finally got the scissors into his lap. He maneuvered the scissors, with his legs, into a position so that he cut the ropes on his thighs.
Rex had been so busy that he didn't notice the Mayor come up behind him and hand gag him. The Mayor grabbed the scissors from Rex's lap and held it to his next. Rex sat still, worried for his life.
The Mayor slowly removed his hand and walked to the corner of the room.
“Why are you doing this?” Rex asked. “Why did you hire me to find evidence on yourself?”
“Oh where do I begin?” the Mayor started. “Well you, sir, have been putting away too many of my colleagues. So I devised a plan to XXXX you and sell you to the highest bidder. You made an awful lot of enemies. Enemies that want you dead. At least that was the original plan. Then you had to go and escape.”
“So this is all because I got too good at my job?” Rex asked.
“Exactly. Well, apparently, you didn't get good enough. I caught you twice now.” the Mayor gloated.
“But how did you know I would come here?”
“You know that friend you called earlier today? Your friend on the force? I have half the police force on my payroll. Especially the chief of police.” the Mayor said with an evil grin. “Your friend works for me.”
“I don't believe it. He was my best friend!” Rex expressed. “Wait, you mentioned that was the original plan. Whats the plan now?”
“Hmmm, well after seeing you tied up for the second time, I have to admit that I like what I see. So I'm going to keep you. And the bed is ready now, so I'll just wheel you over there and get you all situated the way I want you.”
SLAM!!! The front door busted open and four SWAT members came rushing through. “DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!” They pointed their assault rifles at the Mayor and he did as he was told. He was quickly handcuffed while Rex was being untied by a member of the SWAT team.
“This was a sting operation?” The Mayor asked angrily.
“I knew you couldn't resist gloating. So I let myself be captured. I was the bait. By the way, my friend doesn't work for you. He's been working undercover to take you down.” Rex explained. “And now that you've confessed your misdeeds, I finally have enough to take you down.”
“Good luck getting it stick. I'm not talking.”
“I don't need you to talk anymore. I got it all on tape.” “How? I searched you thoroughly.” the Mayor asked.Rex stood up, newly freed from his bondage, and reached into his pants and pulled out a microphone. “Not thoroughly enough apparently. Had it in my crotch the whole time. That's how the Swat team knew when to rush in. Now get him out of here.” The Swat members dragged the Mayor away. “Well that's case closed. Now that the Mayor is
going to be incarcerated, I can look through all these files and find all the crooked police officers and take them out as well. Onto the next case.”
Case Closed.
Rex played by: Himself
The Mayor played by: Nick007
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/04/2013 -
Silence is Golden by Caitiff
25 photos; 5:16 video
Whump Whump Thwup TWUMP! Tony tried muffling the sound of the music with his pillow but it didn't’ work at all. The noise from upstairs drove through the ceiling and into Tony’s head like a drill.
Every night Tony’s neighbours upstairs blasted loud music from above to the wee hours of the morning. Finally Tony had had enough. He got up from his bed, grabbed some tape on his table and rushed upstairs.
Tony didn't even stop to think how crazy he was acting. He was far too angry and tired. He XXXX on his neighbour Julio’s door. As soon as the much smaller Julio opened his door, Tony was upon him. Poor Julio never had a chance.
Julio soon found his hands taped tightly behind his back.
“Hey! Stop that ..MMMPPH!”, Julio’s words were cut off as Tony wedged a dirty cloth between his teeth. Julio’s eyes flashed anger over the gag.
Not satisfied, Tony soon cocooned Julio in more tape. Julio had never seen so much tape and not it was constraining him tightly. To make sure that the gag stayed in his captive’s mouth, Tony wrapped more tape around poor Julio’s mouth. Faint whines was all that could escape from behind the tight gag. It was a lot more enjoyable the horrible music Julio had been playing only a little while before.
“Now what should we do with you?”, Tony said to his hostage. But before he could think of anything, Tony heard the door open. Mike, Julio’s boyfriend, was home.
Tony was already well hidden in the back bedroom before Mike could see him. Instead he saw Julio wrapped up in tape and gagged, sitting in the living room.
“What the hell is this?”, Mike stood dumbfounded. Julio desperately tried to warn him as Tony snuck up from behind. However, Julio could not make his words come out through the gag.
“Gotcha!”, Tony said as he grabbed Mike and held him fast. Mike struggled but he was no match for the much bigger and beefier Tony.
Having already gotten his technique down with Julio, Tony had Mike bound and gagged in to time. Just like with Julio, Mike had his hands bound behind his back with tape. Then a bandanna was shoved into his mouth with more tape sealing it in.
Tony was not done however. He still had a lot more tape and it wasn’t as if his two captives were going anywhere.
Layer after layer of duct tape was soon covering the two men, binding them together into a nice neat little package.
Tony was now satisfied. The music was off and his neighbours were more quiet then they had ever been before.
“Ok So I am going now. You two stay nice and quiet or else I may just come back up here.”, Tony twirled his still rather large roll of tape. “I have a lot more where this came from!”
Tony then left to finally get some XXXX. Julio and Mike meanwhile could only watch in silence. For them it would be a long and uncomfortable night.
The End
Mike played by Cliff
Julio played by JMZ T
ony played by Craig
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 04/10/2010
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Stake Out by Fidelis
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Thank God, Charlie thought, the bozo was finally leaving. His legs were getting numb from sitting in the car for so long, and he was getting really tired of pissing into a bottle. Surveillance sucked, but it was part of the job, and he had bills that needed to be paid. This assignment was proving to be a little more interesting than he had initially thought it would be. Interesting, but a bit scary too. This guy was up to some creepy stuff, more than just stealing secrets from Alphamax Corporation. He had some really weird friends - friends who belonged to some nasty, violent fringe groups. Once he had realized whom he was dealing with, he had been particularly careful – he even had back up this time. He was itching to get into Russell Franklin’s house, but he decided to wait just a few more minutes. He knew that he could be in all kinds of trouble if he got caught. Franklin was dangerous, and the if the cops caught him….he could lose his license.
Ugh, but he was stiff. Charlie stretched a bit, looking around him to make sure that no one was observing his actions. The street was quiet; he had made sure that he parked as far away from the streetlights as was possible. Now seemed to be a good time to make his move. Crouching down, shielded by the hedge, he made his way down the side of the house to the back door. He waited for a few minutes. He didn’t hear anything. Now for the hard part. He was pretty certain Franklin didn’t have an alarm system, but having to come to know this guy, and the scary group that he hung out with, it was possible that the door had some kind of booby trap. Plus, his lock-picking skills were a little rusty. It had been awhile since he had to do this.
Aha, he was in! Charlie looked around the kitchen; this probably wasn’t the best place to start looking for information. Turning on his flashlight, he made his way further into the house. Hmm, this chest of drawers looked interesting; Franklin must have left in hurry- papers were strewn all over the floor in front of the chest. Charlie picked one up. HOLY SHIT! This stuff was red-hot! He had to call the FBI, the CIA, the…Charlie’s mind went blank as he thought of other agencies he should inform. This stuff was way out of his league. He would just take a few pics of this documentation and…he felt an explosion of pain in his head and everything went black.
"Wake up, you stupid dick. Wake up."
"Whhhattt?" Damn, it hurt, What had happened. Before the fog had cleared someone grabbed his head and shook it. Oh shit, it felt as if his head was going to fall off. He tried to focus his eyes. Ooops, he was in BIG trouble. Russell Franklin stood in front of him, smirking. Charlie tried to get up, and then realized that he was tied to a chair.
"You pissant little…MMMPHHHH!" Franklin slapped a hand over Charlie’s mouth, and squeezed his cheeks, tight.
"Gee, it looks like Mr. Big Shot Private Dick isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. Do you think that I’ve got this far without recognizing a tail when I see one? You’re in big trouble, mister, bigger trouble than you’ve ever been in so far in your life. Just you wait."
Franklin removed his hand, and left the office. Charlie yelled at him. "You won’t get away with this, you creep. People know where I am, they’ll be here any minute!"
"Why don’t you shut your big mouth, big boy? I suppose that I’ll have to do something about it, won’t I? "
He was helpless to stop Franklin from shoving a balled up rag into his mouth. Before he could spit it out a bandanna was tied around his mouth.
"MMMPHHH! GGGMMMSITALLMMOVER! MMMIGHTMMASMMWELLMMGIVEMUP!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. I’m really afraid. You have got a big mouth, haven’t you? I think you need a little something else to keep you quiet. Hmm, this should do the trick."
"MMMNOOO! GGGMMHEELLLPPPPP!" Charlie whipped his head from side to side, but bound as he was, it was easy for Franklin to wrap length after length of wide red tape around his mouth.
"There, that should keep you quiet for a while. Now, I must say you have messed things up just a bit. I wasn’t quite ready to make move, not just yet. However, I will just pack up things, and I’ll be out of here in a jiffy. But first, I have a little present for you. How do you like it?""MMMCHRISTMNOO! GGMMCANTMMBESERIOUSH!"
"Oh,yeah, I’m deadly serious. There are lots more where this came from. Fifteen minutes after I’m out of here, you’re going to be history. Little bits of you will be scattered all over the block."
Charlie was XXXX to sit in helpless silence as Franklin stuffed documents into a duffel bag. When he had finished, he sauntered over to the chair.
"It’s time to say good bye. Let me fix this timer. Yep, that looks good. I wish that I could stick around and be here at the end, but I’ve got friends waiting for me. Bye bye big guy."Charlie struggled frantically against his ropes. Damn, there was no way he was going to be able to get himself free in 15 minutes. His hand brushed the jacket of his suit pocket. His cell phone! What a moron he was. In his panic, he had forgotten that he had told his partner what he was doing. If he could only get the phone out…….
Charlie had no idea how much time had passed. He had finally managed to get a couple of fingers into his pocket, just far enough in to grasp his phone, but the damn thing kept on slipping out of his grasp. Finally, he managed to pull it out of his pocket. Please, please, don’t let me drop it, he prayed. Now, all he had to do was hit speed dial. Yes, it was ringing. Pick up, goddamn you, PICK UP!"
"Hey, Charlie, how’s the stake out going on? You need any help?"
"GGGGMMMYEEEEESSSSSHHHH! MMMHEEEELLLLPPPPPP!"
"Charlie, hey Charlie, you there/"
"GGGMMYEEEEESSSSSS! GGGMMMGETMMURMASSMOVERHERE!"
"Charlie? Charlie? What’s going on?"
The phone slipped out of Charlie’s sweaty hand. Oh shit, now he was really screwed. He kept on yelling through his gag, jerking around in the chair, trying to get loose. Things weren’t supposed to end this way. He didn’t want to be blown up into little bits. He wanted the end to come peacefully, with a cigar in one hand, and a glass of brandy in the other. Preferably when he was about a hundred years old. He was too young to die!
The back door swung open.
"Hey, Charlie, I hope that I’m not screwing things up, but you sounded…HOLY SHIT! What’s that!"
Charlie slumped in the chair as his partner snatched up the bomb and disconnected the timer. He was going to nail that Franklin bastard, and then he was going to make Martin a full partner!THE END
Charlie played by John
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/20/2004
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Jockies
24 photos; 4:38 video
Model: Matthew
Photography by Caitiff
Back
Date of Production: 04/21/2008
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Super in Peril
25 photos; 5:17 video
The Super played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/05/2018
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Runner Boi
26 photos; 4:25 video
The Runner played by Rick
Photography by CaitiffDate of Productive: 04/11/2018
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Laid Back
26 photos; 4:49 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2012 -
Mugged by Kirk
24 photos; 1:08 video
Two hundred and fifty channels and not one show with a dude tied up! Jesse was pissed. It was a hot, humid day and Jesse was alone at home. He had stripped down to his boxers and pumped up the a/c. “Maybe I’ll catch some tie up fun on TV,” he thought. He began flipping. Sci-Fi - …”those dudes on Battlestar Galactica would look great in ropes, captured by the Zylons,” he thought. Nothing. Game show channel. The History Channel. “Civil War --- did they not capture dudes and rope them good?” Nothing. YES Network! “Damm, Jorge Posada of the New York Yankees would look great all tied up and held for ransom!” FLIP. FLIP. FLIP. Nothing. As Jesse was daydreaming and using his hand well, he figured he punch in a DVD. “Cool video called- “Teenage Caveman. Kid gets nicely ropes and left to suffer under the hot sun. Lots of sweat and struggle.” Jesse just put the DVD in the player when….
POWER OUT. “Damm, another fuckin rolling blackout,” Jesse thought. Too much power used on these hot days. He got up and opened the windows and the front door, letting the hot air come through the screen. Laying back on the couch, he felt himself begin to seat. He began to conjure up a scenario in his head: “It would be fucking great if one day I got mugged, taken somewhere, and was all tied up and gagged well. He could feel his body excite at the thought and began to move his hand to work, when…..
It was no dream! “Don’t move !’ Jesse’s eyes widened .
“What do you want? Jesse whimpered, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he thought it would pop out of his skin. “What, your stuff jackass. Money, electronics. Could not give a shit about you.” “You loose- there is an alarm in this house!” Jesse exclaimed. “Power out idiot! Remember.” Jesse was XXXX to his knees and his arms were pulled behind his back. Soon he felt clothesline rope binding his crossed wrists, tightly cutting off the circulation. “You’ll never get away with this…. We have battery backup on the camera….” A rag was shoved down Jesse’s through gagging him, and a slice of silver duct taped was plastered over his mouth. “Have no time for your little chit chat,” his mugger said as he pulled Jesse’s wrists and checked his ropes. “Now gotta get those cute legs of yours.” Jesse mpffed in his gag as his legs were pulled out from under him, and his feet crossed at the ankles and tied off. “Now your knees kid.” Jesse felt his heart racing and the sweat beginning to pour as the mugger roped his knees. He sat back in a chair and admired his handiwork.
Jesse struggled at bit and moaned but soon realized that this guy was good at typing up a man. “Must have done it before, Jesse thought.” “Fuckin budge in your pants boy? You like this, yeah?”
He was helpless, all tied up, in his boxers, and his captor say his hard dick under his shorts. “Well glad to make your day. Now, lets see…”
Jesse watched helplessly as the mugger took his dvd, flatscreen, laptop, ipod, every electric device in the house. He tugged at the bindings, ‘…not yet boy. You can get free when I leave.” Jesse tuned on the floor, belly down, and just watched helplessly. “The cameras have a batter backup Jesse thought. At least they would get his face.” He finally finished. “Want you to be comfortable. It will take you some time to break free.” He was lifted up and put back on the couch, a pillow under his head. “Have a nice day.” Just one last thing. The mugger hogtied Jesse. Then, he mugger left.
Jesse looked up and could see the button camera. He began to struggle and roll off the couch. He moved his body so that he was right under the camera. He realized that the ropes were slipping off his wrists. But he did not want them to come free. He kept rolling and mpffing on the floor, enjoying every second of his bondage plight.
Two weeks latter the police returned the video of the robbery and mugging. Jesse, using his new equipment, made it into a DVD. And at night, he would turn it on, and fast forward to his escape maneuvers, and …….The End
Loafing
Jesse played by Tye
The Bad Guy played by Hal
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/14/2006
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Beer and Bondage by Caitiff
32 photos
"You are so lame!" Tony sneered at Justin's latest boast.
"Well, you're full of shit!" Ted replied.
Meanwhile, everybody else at the party groaned. Tony and Justin were room mates and threw the best parties on campus. But when they got a little beer in them, they both had to turn everything into a pissing contest. At first it was cute but after several hours, it was begining to be a drag.
"Ok, I'll prove I can out drink you!" Justin blurted out.
"Hah!" Tony retorted as he accepted the challenge.
"Great. Here we go again." Danny, one of the guests said under his breath.
Fred, another friend and guest of Larry and Ted, leaned over to Danny, "Don't worry, I think this will help liven up the party!"
Danny didn't know what Fred meant but soon forgot about it as everybody watched Larry and Ted drink beer after beer after beer after beer.... Before too long almost every flat surface in the room was covered by beer bottles. And soon after, both Tony and Justin were fast aXXXX.
"Ok," Fred said as Larry snored loudly and pulled out a roll of duct tape, "Now to get this party started!"
Justin was having a really weird dream. In it, he had been wrapped up like a catapiller. But this leaf kept slapping him in the face. He tried to move the leaf but his hands were wrapped up by his cocoon. Did catapillers even have hands? Little did he realize Tony right next to him was having a similar dream.
Ted woke up groggily. His head was pounding but he was expecting that. After drinking all that beer, of course he would have a hang over. What he didn't expect was not being to move his hands or feet!
"Mmmmm!" Justin let out a low, angry moan as his blurry vision finally focused on his friends Fred, Danny and the rest grinning at him. Justin also noticed Larry, who was tied up with tape around his hands and legs just like he was. Tony had a pitiful look on his face as he gave small moans through the tape gag that covered his mouth. Justin noticed he was also similarly gagged. Angrily, Justin glared at his so called "friends".
"Well, you guys always wanted to know who was better at stuff. " Fred smirked evilly at his tape bound captives. 'Now's your chance. Let's see who can get free first!"
"Mmm meee mmmmppho!" Justin grunted, not that his words made any sense.
Fred held a beer bottle up to Justin's nose. Hung over, the brew smelled rancid. Justin fought the urge to heave. he sure as hell didn't want to start vomiting while he was gagged.
"First one out gets a beer. Though if neither of you gets free, then we take it all for ourselves!"
That basterd! Everybody knew how much Justin loved his beer! He was willing to share for parties but no one was going to take all of his beer! Tony seemed to concur because both young men began wiggling frantically trying to loosen the tape that bound them.
Tony put his back to Justin and stuck out his hands. "Mmmm mmm!" He grunted.
Just was about to do as Tony asked and try to untie him , then stopped himself. If Tony got free first, he got to keep Justin's beer! And Justin knew he would. Justin shook his head no, then stood up on his bound legs and stuck his bound hands at Tony. "Mmmee mmphrrss!"
"Mmuuhh muhh! Mmmee mmphrss!" Tony replied through his gag, confirming in Justin's mind that Tony was planning on taking Justin's beer for himself!
Justin started hopping up and down as both men grunted to be untied first by the other. Justin got so pissed that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile. everybody else was enjoying the show. Though Justin and Tony were great guys normally, they could be real assholes when it came to beer for some reason. It was nice seeing them get a little payback for a change.
Tony must have wanted a little payback too because he stood up and started grunting in a suspiciously gloating way. Though just as tied up and gagged as his room mate, Tony seemed to be enjoying Justin's predicament. Little did the others know that usually it was Tony who was the one who got tied up by Justin. Tony liked seeing Justin on the other end for a change.
Unfortunately, Tony's gloating didn't last long. Justin swung out his legs, catching Tony's and making him loose his balance. Both young men were now on the ground, rolling and grunting loudly.
Watching them, the others couldn't be sure if the room mates were fighting or trying to make out. Both Justin and Tony rolled around as much as their bondage allowed and grunted at each other loudly through their gags. Each trying to get on top of the other in some kind of weird bound and gagged wrestling match.
"Uhhh, maybe we should make sure they don't hurt each other" Danny suggested, noticing how brutal the competition was getting. While Tony head butted Justin in the chest, Justin was pressing his body firmly down on Tony. The others agreed that maybe it was getting a little rough and soon the room mates found themselves taped back to back on the floor.
While the rest of the partiers played cards, Tony and Justin at bound and gagged. Each gave out long "Mmmmpphs!" to be let free. Justin was even ready to give them the beer if they would just untie him. But nobody was listening. Everybody else pretty much pretended like the bound and gagged young men weren't even there.
Finally realizing that neither was going to get free on his own, Tony and Justin began picking at the tape binding the other's wrists. Unfortunately they soon realized a problem with being tied up with duct tape. There were no knots to undo. Try as they might, neither could find where the tape began to even try to unwrap it. It was too many layers to simply tear. And to make it even worse, all the struggling each had done had twisted the tape until it hard, unbreakable strands. Helpless, they could only stare at each other. Even though they were both gagged, the look each gave the other made it clear they both knew how royally screwed they were.
Hours later and Tony and Justin were still no where close to getting loose. Most of the other partiers either had gone home of had crashed in the bed rooms, confident that their hosts wouldn't be using the beds that night. Fred was the last one to go to bed. He played around with the tape, taping his victim's heads together for fun. But with it nearly morning, even Fred was beginning to get tired. as one last joke, he covered his captive hosts' heads with an empty beer box and then went to XXXX, confident they would be free when he woke up. They would probably even have a little revenge planned for him. But that didn't worry Fred. He was a good sport and if they wanted to tie him up as a little revenge, he was man enough to take it.
Later that after noon, Fred finally woke up and checked on his bound and gagged hosts. Though they had managed to get free from the tape binding them to each other, neither had yet managed to undo the tape binding thier wrists, legs or mouths. Both young men looked exhausted though not as miserable as Fred thought they might have. Staring at his friends as they continued to try to free themselves, Fred considered getting a knife from the kitchen and finally letting them go.
They don't seem that bad off, Fred thought as he watched the pair wiggle on top of each other's bound bodies, I guess I can let them go on a little while longer.
Tape gagged, neither Justin nor Tony could really argue.
The End
Justin played by Justin
Tony played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
05/27/2002
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Tuck and Roll
27 photos; 3:16 video
Model-Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/27/2007
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Foot Balled
22 photos; 5:05 video
Foot Ball Player played by Sammy
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: Date of Production: 08/21/2009
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Next Day Service by Soft Touch
26 photos
“What the hell happened? Where am I?” Martin thought while he tried top get his two bleary eyes to focus. Martin remembered coming out of work and walking into the parking lot, thinking mainly about the term paper that was due tomorrow. Then he felt a little sting and looked down at his arm to see a little dart with fuzzy feathers sticking into him. Then he began to feel really dizzy and weak before finding himself in a car with the scenery whizzing by, and then he was here wherever here was.
Martin looked around at the strange room and then he saw two strange looking men towering over him. Both of the men were dressed in long white coats with blue breathing masks over their noses and mouths, amber goggles over their eyes, and green kitchen gloves on their hands. The shorter one had a gentle matter of fact voice. The tall one didn't say anything, he just wrote everything down on a clipboard.
“Ah, now what do we have here?” the short one said. “Oh yes, this must be Specimen 187B.”
“I'm not a specimen! My name is Martin, and I'm a college student, and I have a part time job, and I want to get out of here!” Martin tried to tell the two strange men, but the sticky tape that was covering his mouth and the soft cloth wedged in between his teeth and his tongue wouldn't let him make any more than frightened humming sounds.
The short one ignored Martin’s panicked sounds and studied the clipboard the tall one was holding for him. “Yes, here it is. Medium height, medium build, brown hair and blue eyes; yes, that all checks.”
This couldn't be happening to him. It had to be some kind of nightmare! Martin began struggling against the tight ropes and kicking his feet against the floor in his desperation to be recognized as a real person.
“Now 187B, none of that,” the short man chided him gently.
Then the tall one grabbed Martin’s legs with his strong hands and held them together while he wrapped more rope around to secure them. Martin tried to resist, but he was still feeling kind of weak from whatever stuff was in that dart.
“Really 187B, there is no need to get so excited. We're just going to ask you a few questions before we take you downstairs for your detailed physical examination. Now I know that you can't talk properly with that gag in your mouth, but I want you to nod your head, okay?”
Martin was feeling very confused so he began dumbly nodding his head at the short one while he studied the tight ropes the tall one had used to weld his legs tightly together.
“Now have you had all of the usual childhood diseases? And would you describe yourself as being in fairly good health? Any history of mental illness in your family? Oh, and would you say that you are a sexually active person?”
Martin didn't understand. Why had they taken him? Why were they asking him all of these strange questions?
“Very good Martin. Now if you can just pass your detailed physical, we can have you on a ten-thirty flight tonight.”
Martin started making choking sounds back in his throat and wrestled against the ropes. He wasn't going flying anywhere!
“Now don't make a face 187B. The new cargo holds are much more comfortable than the old ones. Now we're going to have to ask you to wait here awhile until they finish examining the Specimen ahead of you.”
And then the two strange men just walked away and left Martin there all alone. Martin couldn't believe it! He wasn't going to wait anywhere. He was going to get out of here now!
But no matter how much Martin struggled and rolled around on the floor, the tight ropes just gripped him tighter and tighter, and the sodden cloth in his mouth just kept on getting bigger and juicier. And then he heard footsteps.
“No, no 187B, you mustn't struggle around like that. You might injure yourself and we can't have that, can we? More rope please.”
Martin watched helplessly while the tall one drew more strong rope out of his pocket and then began lashing it tightly between Martin’s wrists and his ankles until the poor student’s hands and feet were almost touching each other.
“There really isn't any reason for you to be afraid, 187B. According to our Customer Satisfaction Reports, the Client who selected you usually keeps his Specimens comfortable in the big house for two months or more before he tires of them and sends them out to work in the fields. And less than two percent of those died from snake or alligator bites.”Bites--! Martin didn't want any bites!
“Now do be patient, 187B. They're almost ready for you down in Exam.”
Then the two strange men walked away and left Martin shaking tears out of his eyes. What had Martin done to deserve this? He had always tried to be a good boy? Martin looked up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the pain of the tight ropes that were digging into him everywhere. And then he heard the two men coming back.
“See 187B, that didn't take long. Now they are ready to give you a nice detailed examination.”
Martin shook his head from side to side and made pleading noises into the juicy cloth.
“Now don't carry on so, some of our young men find their exam to be a very pleasurable experience. That’s better, 187B. Now just as a precaution, we're going to give you a little something to calm you down while we get you ready for your exam.”
Martin huffed into his gag and begged them not to give him anything, but the tall one just wrapped his strong hand around the back of Martin’s neck and then started moving a big snowball of damp cotton toward Martin’s nose.
Then Martin only had a few moments to notice the strong smell of wild cherries before he started feeling really dizzy and then everything started getting very dark.
“Martin…! Come on Martin, wake up! You're going to be late for work,” an angry voice yelled at him in the dark.
Martin struggled to open his eyes and was surprised to see the familiar surroundings of his off-campus apartment. And then he saw his hairy roommate drying himself off with a big towel.
“Come on, Martin. You promised to pay your share of the rent on this dump, remember?”
At first Martin was very relieved to discover that it had all been just some kind of weird nightmare. But then he began to wonder, why was he having dreams like that?THE END
Martin played by Jake
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/02/2005
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Rope Gag by Gilroy
40 photos; 2:50 video
“I’ve never actually done this before.”, Dan was nervous. As cute as this guy was, he was having second thoughts. When he had replied to this guy’s online ad he had no idea the guy would be so kinky. Though if he had wanted to back out, it was a little late now that he was bare ass naked with his hands tied behind his back. And from the huge boner Dan’s trick had, he was really getting off on having Dan tied up and helpless.
“Don’t worry” Greg said a she checked the ropes around Dan’s body. Virgins were always so much fun. This one had been particularly easy. And what a nice body. Greg’s mind raced with al the things he was going to do with Dan. The real fun began once Dan figured out that he wasn’t going to get free.
Suddenly Greg’s cell phone went off.
“Damn, sorry. Important client”, Greg said as he answered.
“Should we ..uhh do this later?” Dan asked.“No! No, not you. Ok..uhhh I have that in my car. Can you hold”
Greg hung up the phone. “Ok slight snag. Gotta go to my car and run a few numbers off to my client. Won’t take a sec.”
“Am I just supposed to just stand here naked and tied up?” Dan said incredulous.
“No. “ Greg said as he led Dan to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. “I’ll just cover you up until I get back.”
Tied up, Dan didn't’ see he had much of a choice. He meekly accepted it as the blanket was placed over his head.
Dan didn’t know how long he lay there but he did realise that while while the ropes weren’t tight, they weren’t coming loose either. Suddenly Dan heard noises and the blanket was lifted off his head. Dan stared at Greg who had a shocked look on his face.
“Well well well. What do we have here?”
“You know full well. Look, are we going to fuck or what?”, Dan asked indigently.
“If that's’ what you want.”. Greg replied as he felt up Dan’s body and then tied more rope around Dan’s feet. He then used that to hog tie Dan. Dan was caught between annoyance and arousal. His dick was ready. Could Greg just forgot the stupid games and fuck him already?
“Uhhh, so when are you going to do something?” Dan asked.
“Mouthy little bitch, aren’t you?” Greg said as he got more rope and knotted it.
“Yeah well I’ve been trussed up long enough. Are you going ot fuck me or ..Mmmphh!”, Dan never completed the sentence as the improvised rope gag was shoved into his mouth and secured behind his head.
“Tell you what. You get loose, you can tie me up and do whatever you want to me. But if you don’t. I get to do whatever I want to you for as long as I want.”
Dan didn't’ see how he had a choice. Vainly he struggled and moaned. The ropes held. After a few moments he knew he was beat.
“Damn, I was hoping you would fight a little longer. It makes me even hornier. Well, time to get to work. Let’s see. Why not start at that cute ass of yours and see where that leads us?”
Dan was gently taken off the bed and bent over the bed. Greg then popped out a condom and dropped his drawers.
Wait a minute! How did Greg suddenly have a tattoo on his dick? Just then Greg walked through the door.
“Gary?” , Greg exclaimed, what are you doing here? I told you I needed the house to myself.”
I was just getting some stuff when I found nature boy in bed saying I should fuck him.”
“So you just find a naked man in my bed and assume he’s for you? It didn’t occur to you that he didn’t know I had a twin?”
“Frankly didn’t care. He did tell me to fuck him and he did lose the bet.”
Greg sighed, “Damn, I wanted to do the bet. Oh well if he lost then he’s fair game. Want to share?”
“Sure, he looks ready.” Gary said with a smirk.
In the future, Dan thought to himself, he would have to make sure to ask more questions before he went out on dates.The End
Dan played by DouglasPhotography by OgreDate of Production: 10/12/2008
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The Problem with Fraud by Caitiff
19 photos
“Damn, not so tight!”, Reggie bitched as his friends bound hs hands behind his back.
“We gotta make it look good.” Dave, said as he worked on the knots.
“You don’t have to.. Mmpph!”, Reggie’s complaints were cut off as a strip of tape was plastered over his mouth. Reggie then had more rope tied around his body. Gagged and bound, reggie could only stare at his friends as he began to have second thoughts.
It had seemed like a good idea. His friends would tie Reggie’s ass up and take a few of the valuables in the house. Then when his girlfriend came home, he would get tonnes of sympathy and they would have to finally get that entertainment centre Reggie had been wanting. The insurance would pay for it all and Everybody would be happy.
But as he twisted in his bondage, Reggie realised he was really tied up. He would not be getting free until somebody let him go. But with this damn tape gag he certainly couldn’t back out now.Dave pushed Reggie down on the floor while Jerry and Tom picked up Reggie’s old crap. The PS/2, the worn out VCR and the 10 year old television, they all were taken away. They even took the little boom box stereo. Reggie comforted himself with thoughts of the new stuff he was going to be getting. Reggie could see a huge plasma television and a blue ray and a Wii and probably an entertainment centre.
His friends were not gentle as they moved The old stuff out. Jerry practically shoved Reggie out of the way as they walked the TV out the back where no one would see.
“Mmmmm!”, Reggie protested but gagged that meant very little. Reggie heard a crash from the kitchen and practically jumped out of his skin.
“Sorry. My bad.”, Reggie heard one of his friends say. “Dropped a glass.”
“Don’t worry about it. It adds realism.” Reggie heard Tom say.
Don’t worry about it! These guys could be a bit more careful with his stuff.
“All right sunshine, time ot finish you off.”, Dave said as he lifted Reggie up to his feet and pushed him towards the couch. Reggie knew Dave was just kidding but he still wished his so called friend wouldn’t be so rough. and what did he mean, finish him off? Reggie was already bound and gagged. What more could they do to him?
Reggie hadn't’ considered he could have been hog tied. After he was laid on the couch, his feet were tied closely to his hands with more rope, leaving Reggie into a nice neat little package. Reggie was now really uncomfortable. He was also in way too deep now.
“Ok, that’s the stuff. We’ll see you in a week so it doesn’t look suspicious. Your girl should be home in an hour. “, Dave said as he and the rest of Reggie’s friends finished up. “Hang tight!” reggie groaned at the horrible pun.
Soon he was alone. Reggie rolled around to test the ropes and as before, found he could not get free. he was stuck. Thank god his girlfriend, Julie would be home soon.
From the hallway, Reggie heard the phone ring and then the machine pick up. Julie’s voice came on, probably to say that she was at the airport and coming home.
Or not.
“Hey Honey. The airline screwed up my flight. I’m stuck in Denver for at least another day or more. I probably will be home tomorrow. I hope. Oh and I’m sorry but I forgot to mail off some of the bills like the renter’s insurance. But the guy said as long as we don't’ get robbed between now and when I get back, it should be ok. You take care. later. ”
Oh shit.The end
Model: Matthew
Phootgraphy by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/21/2008
