Updates
-
Out of the Ballpark
25 photos; 6:02 video
Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
-
Welcome Home by Toledo Tye
27 photos; 7:34 video
Dustin and I had had a big fight a couple days ago when I came home and found that he had left the door unlocked, yet again. I had discussed this with him many times before and he would always say he was sorry but a couple days later I would find it unlocked again. Fortunately, nobody had ever taken advantage of this but I feared with the downturn in the economy and the resulting layoffs in the police force, that things may not continue to be so lucky, so I decided it was time to teach him a lesson.
I worked at one of the “big box” stores and was on good terms with some of the delivery guys (who were pretty good size). I talked it over with Matt and he said he understood and would be willing to help me out. He said...”Leave it to me; I know just how to handle it”. He did tell me that he could get the main “thing” he needed right here at work. When I asked “such as?” He said “rope”. Then I understood pretty much what he had in mind. He assured me he would not hurt Dustin but would scare him enough to assure that he would remember to lock the door in the future. I asked that he do it just before I got home so that Dustin wouldn’t be “uncomfortable” for too long of a time.
Dustin usually got home about 1 1⁄2 hours before me on Tuesdays; so that would give Matt ample time to do what he was going to do. The trap was set now all we had to do was carry it out. Matt told me he would do it next Tuesday, since it was one of his days off. I said that would be just fine. I found myself looking anxiously toward Tuesday.
Dustin walked in the door thinking to himself...”Shit, left it unlocked again; glad I got home before Rick”. Before he realized it a large figure moved up behind him and roughly grabbed him while slapping a cloth over his mouth and nose which had a very sweet smell to it. He quickly became light headed and collapsed. Matt quickly dragged him over and put him on the sofa. Then he began to bind him. He started by pulling his hands behind his back and using the rope he had brought along with him he began to wrap it around Dustin’s wrists and then he pulled the wrists together (crossing them) and tied them tightly together with a tight knot out of Dustin’s reach. Next, he pulled out a rag and XXXX it between Dustin’s teeth and gagged him tightly so that he would not make enough noise for the neighbors to hear, after he came to.
Taking another piece of rope, Matt wrapped it around Dustin’s thighs, and then ran it down tying it tightly both above & below the knees and then after crossing the ankles finished by tying it off in a nice tight knot. Next, he stepped back and watched as Dustin came to. He began to struggle to get free “mmmmmrrrrpppphhhhing” into his gag. Matt decided that he needed to secure his “victim” a little bit more to make sure he didn’t get loose before I arrived home. Taking out another piece of rope he proceeded to wrap it tightly around Dustin’s already bound wrists and then ran it down and around his ankles and pulled it tight forcing his feet up very close to his hands putting Dustin into a nice restrictive hogtie position. He was totally helpless.Matt then slapped his gloved hand over Dustin’s mouth and held it there for a bit saying “Guess it looks like you shouldn’t have left the door unlocked, huh?” Then he stepped back admiring his work as Dustin began to struggle trying to get free. “Go ahead kid and struggle all you want but you aren’t going anywhere”. After awhile Matt left by the backdoor without Dustin realizing he was gone. When Dustin didn’t see Matt return, he began testing the ropes holding him even more than before but they were very tightly tied and he couldn’t find any knots to work on and regardless of all his struggling the ropes would not give him enough slack to get free. All he could do was lay there and think about what was going to happen when Rick got home soon. Damn, that was not going to be good. He began struggling all the more but made absolutely no headway against his bonds.
I ran into Matt on his way out and he told me the stage was set for me to take it from there. I entered the unlocked front door yelling out “Dustin you left the damn door unlocked, AGAIN!” Then I raced upstairs totaling ignoring Dustin who was struggling after he managed to fall off the sofa where Matt said he would leave him. “Dustin, where are you?” I yelled coming back downstairs and he let out a muffled cry. I went over to him saying “Well, look what happened.” “You left the door unlocked, again, didn’t you?”. “Looks like somebody took advantage of it too, as I see some stuff is missing”. I wanted to really play this up. I leaned down and removed the tight gag and he began begging to be untied. “Please untie me Rick”.
I thought to myself and before untying the first knot I decided to have some “fun” with his present situation. I XXXX the gag back in his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head ignoring his muffled cries. “I think you need to be taught a lesson just to make sure you NEVER forget to lock the door again.” Dustin and I were just roommates but I thought he looked very HOT all tied up and helpless like he was there on the floor. “Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrrppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh”! Was all he could manage to utter.
I had seen photos of guys tied up on the internet and had found some of them mildly arousing but to see it up close and live caused a whole new sensation. I wanted to “have my way” with this bound guy. I began to stroke and touch him. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to gently play with his nips. Then my hand would wonder down to his crotch where I discovered that he had a hardon! “WOW; what do we have here?”. “It looks as if someone else is enjoying this besides me”. The sounds of Mmmmmmmmppphing were now becoming moans of pleasure as I continued playing with Dustin’s erect nips and cock.
I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out and licked it a bit to tease him even more before I finally took it in my mouth and sucked him. His moans of pleasure increased as I continued to suck his hard cock. Then I stopped and stuffed it back in his pants. Moving toward his head I began to slowly unzip my pants and with a wink I said...”Now it’s your turn” as I slowly removed the tight cloth gag from his mouth. Dustin looked at me and simply said...”Welcome Home” and then opened his mouth wide...
The EndDustin played by Sammy
Matt played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2009
Date of Production: 04/25/2009 -
The Telephone Repairman by Kirk
20 photos; 4:19 video
“Hey, thanks for the beer!” Mitch was at the end of his long day before the Labor Day weekend. He got the dial tone back. “Thanks man. Needed my dial-up to get back on line,” the customer said. “You know we have DSL, it’s faster!” “Yeah, but budget man. Besides, I don’t mind going slow.” The customer opened his web browser: his home page came up, www.boundguys.com. The customer turn beat red – Mitch was smiling. “So you into bondage, tie up stuff.” The customer, red-faced, replied, “Yeah, since I was a kid. Love to watch guys tied up and struggle to get free. And boundguys is the best site on the web for it!” “I know,” Mitch said, “I have been with them since their first day!” The customer laughed his head off. “Wow, this is freaky. Hey, can I tie you up sometime?” “Sure, why not now!” “Awesome. I have some rope I use to tie myself up with. Let me get it.”
It was hot in the guy’s house, no air conditioner, so Mitch striped to the waist. “Hope you don’t mind if I took off my shirt. It’s fuckin hot.” “No man, in fact, let’s go to the basement. It’s cooler down there.”
Soon, Mitch was bound and gagged. “There, my first time.” Mitch began to struggle. The guy was good but a novice. Mitch knew at once he could get his hands free. But he did not want to spoil the customer’s fun. He struggled and moaned and cursed. “You mind if I take some pictures of you all tied up?” Mitch nodded and the customer clicked away. He sat Mitch down on a chair and tied him to it. Mitch began to act a whole show for him. He cursed, hopped around, struggled, bucked his arms, and moved his hands. After some time, he began to get his wrists free from the roping. He knew this was the customer’s first time….. it took him only ten minutes to get free.
“You have to tie me up tighter again. Don’t be afraid to make the ropes real tight. I can take it!” “You want me to try again?” the customer asked, a big grin on his face. Yeah, just one more time. I have plans for the weekend so gotta leave soon.”
He gagged Mitch again. He began to bind him again, this time much tighter. He got his wrists secured, then his arms. Mitch began to realize that this was not only tighter but more professional. He got down to his feet, bound them. Mitch mpffed in his gag and the customer pulled it out. “Hey, your are good. I though you said it was your first time tying somebody up?” The gag was replaced. “Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding man. I meant it was my first time tying YOU up!” Mitch began to fear a bit and break out into a sweat as he was put on a table and hogtied. “Oh yeah, forgot to tell you this too. I am keeping you for the weekend.” “Mitch began to struggle but only made the ropes and knots tighter on his flesh. “And thanks for fixing my phone. I have some bondage buddies I want to call and invite over for the weekend for some fun with my little XXXX repairman! Don’t struggle too much. You might fall off the table and break your arms or neck or something.”He went upstairs. Mitch was struggling like a pig. He realized he was fuckin XXXX. Helpless - he waited. He heard a speaker phone turn on as the customer began to call his tie up buddies. “Fuckin dial tone,” Mitch mumbled.
Model: Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/27/2007
-
In the Buff
28 photos; 4:34 video
Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/13/2007
-
Happy Bear
25 photos; 4:33 video
Happy Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
-
All Taped Up
30 photos; 5:30 video
Model: Derek
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/25/2017
-
Held Against His Will
25 photos; 3:55 video
Model : Wolfric
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/26/2013 -
XXXX Sal by Justine
31 photos
Sal Romano thought he was the "Hottest Straight Stud" in Black shoe leather. Point of face he was but his attitude needed an adjustment fast. He strutted down the street in his black suit, black shirt and tie, black highly shined point loafers, his black, sheer nylon, thick and thin socks flashing as he walked. He seemed always to be in a major hurry.
He started to date my sister, I told her she was making a "Big Mistake". She did not listen to one word I said. After three weeks he dumped her. She came to me asking for "revenge" I nodded YES. Sis had Sal's extra set of apt. keys. I asked for them. Silently, she placed them into my palm.
The Bar closed at two AM. I waited, hidden behind a truck for Sal to leave the "4 Aces". I followed him back to his apt careful not to be observed. After he went in I waited another hour, sure that XXXX and the booze would have sent him to "dreamland" or "Nightmareland" which is actually where he would arrive.
I crept into the apt. Sal was aXXXX lying clad only in his Black Tight Boxers, designer made. His hand behind his head he looked as sexy as hell. There was a slight "tenting" in those black boxers. He tuned on to his flat stomach, that perfect ass staring up at me. I got my black cord out of my gym bag and bound his hands behind him. Still he slept, breathing deeply.Stretched out, I tied his ankles together, making the cord as tight as I could. I had forgotten my ski mask which I place on my head. Lucky for me Sal still slept. I pulled out my Black Bandana, twisted it together and was about to gag Sal, when he awoke. "Hey, motherfucker, what is going on stop, STOP, MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKKKKK" was all he managed to utter before the Gag was stuffed into he sexy mouth. I could imagine my Dick in that mouth with my XXXX pointed at Sal's head forcing this straight Stud to "suck me Off". He struggled and squirmed and shook the bed. I slapped he with the back of my hand accross his face. That "calmed his down a bit.
I took my black cord and criss-crossed his body . I then "Hog Tied" him, Sal's size 12 feet shaking in the air. I smacked his ass ten times hard to "calm him" again this worked.
I placed my hand over his mouth, and holding his arm whispered in his ear. "Ever have sex with a dude, Sal, I know you can't answer just now but I'm going get you a seuxal education" "One you'll thank me for in the future" I grabbed in Nips. and pinched the tips , starting softly, then squeezing and then pinching with all my might. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNOOOOO" he yelled through his gag. ahahahahaa. I responded."Well what do we have here" I chimed. Is the great stud Sal sporting a hard dick." Sal had indeed gotten hard hard-on. I took my camera and started sXXXXping a few picture's for the Patrons at the Bar and the dudes at the Firehouse where Sal worked. I lowered his black tight boxers, and took out my hard dick and pissed on Sal, as I pissed, I proceeded to wank him off, I wanted him ound with his cum and my urine covering his crotch . Sal arched his back and shot his load. 5 spirts of hot cum. I then tossed myself off onto his face. His eyes shut tightly he could feel my cum on his hair and eyelids.
I then went to his bathroom found shaving cream and a used razor, I spread the cream all over his body. I then slowly shaved his feet, then legs then crotch , turned him over then shaved his ass crack, then his pits, the his face hair on that square chin, finally with Sal Moaning through his gag I shave his head. First with an electric clipper then with thae dull ranzor. I wanted this to hurt. It did. Humiliated and defeated Sal lay there Hog tied and shaved . Completely devoid of body hair. I photographed him in many angles. I told him that if he went to the Cops or told any of his mates these photo's would be plastered everywhere. He was sobbing greatly tears running down his face onto the pillow. I smiled. My sister would be pleased.
As I gathered my stuff to leave, I took a suitcase from Sal's closet and scooped up his shoes and black suit and sheer thick and thin black socks and garters, shirt and tie he had dumped on the floor, we wore the same size and I considered this my "DOORPRIZE" Laughing I left his apt. In the morning I would call the firehouse and tell them to "recuse Sal"The end
Sal played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/03/2007
-
Put a Sock In It by Nick007
27 photos; 5:25 video
Put a Sock In It by Nick 007
Dave was living in an apartment for his first time. He lost his house in the divorce. His ex-wife just would not give him any peace and quiet. Nag nag nag! So when the divorce did happen, he did not mind one bit. This meant he could finally get the peace and quiet he wanted. Or so he thought.
He started living in his apartment for about 2 months and loved it. The neighbors were quiet. However they moved out and a punk moved in. He would play his radio full blast in the mornings and throughout the entire day. Police could be seen going to the his neighbor's door constantly telling him to quiet down but never really doing anything other than that. So his neighbor continued to be loud and obnoxious.
Finally, after a long hard day at the office, Dave decided to do something about it. “If the police aren't going to actually do something about it, I will. No one in the apartment complex will blame me.” he said. So he grabbed a duffel bag full of goodies and headed out the door to his neighbor's door. He pulled out a rag and an unmarked bottle. He pours some of the liquid on the rag and XXXX on the door. He could hear footsteps coming closer. “God damned cops! Why won't they listen? I don't give a shit about these other people!” his neighbor said as he opened the door. “Yeah, what the hell do you want?”
“Hello neighbor. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind keeping it down? A lot of us fellow neighbors just wanted a little peace and quiet when we come home from work, or are trying to XXXX.” Dave asked politely.
“Dude, fuck off!” his neighbor yelled as he slammed the door.
“I thought you might say that. Cant say I didn't ask nicely.” he said and with a sigh, XXXX again.
The door swung opened and the neighbor yelled “WHAT THE FUC....” but before he could finish, Dave tackled the dude and swung the rag over his neighbor's mouth and nose, forcing him to breathe it in. With in a minute his neighbor was out like a light. Dave quickly went to work, binding his hands and arms to his sides. Then more rope attaching is ankles to his thighs. Knowing that his neighbor was not going anywhere, he walked to his neighbor's bedroom and found a dirty of sock. On the dresser was the man's wallet. Upon inspection, he found that his neighbor’s name was Tristan.
“Ok Tristan let's have some fun.” he said as he left the room and back to his well deserving victim. It was then that Tristan started waking up. Dave jumped on him and shoved the sock in Tristan's mouth. The quickly wrapped layer upon layer of clear tape over Tristan's mouth, securing the sock in place. Dave got up as Tristan began bucking wildly trying to get out.
Dave walked over to the still blasting radio and turned it down, just enough to drown out Tristan's muffled yells. “Now see how easy it is to enjoy your music and still be respectful of your neighbors?”
Tristan muffled something that sounded very iXXXXpropriate. “Now now. None of the language.” Dave said as he pulled down Tristan's shorts, revealing a very nicely shaped ass. “Hmm never been with a dude before, but there is a first time for everything. He gave Tristan some well deserved spanks. He had no attention of doing anything to Tristan in that way, but Tristan didn't know that.
Dave walked to his bag and pulled out a camera and started clicking away. “OK, here's the deal. You promise to to keep it
down, and I wont send these very revealing pictures of you to your work, your gym, and your family. And before you think that I don't know where you work, or work out, I found your paycheck stub and your membership card in your wallet. As for your family, well now that I know your name, finding you on Facebook wont be hard at all.” Dave picked up his bag and walked to the door. “Now I'm sure we have an agreement. Have fun getting out!” Dave left his neighbor's apartment.
Dave got his peace and quiet. He never hear a peep out of Tristan again.
The End.
Model::Tristan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/27/2014
-
Benched
25 photos
Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2004
-
Carried
27 photos; 4:19 video
Bound Guy played by Dante
Bad Guy played by Jon StormPhotography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2018 -
Come Quietly
20 photos; 4:15 video
Model: David
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Photography 03/07/2018
-
Guy Next Door
24 photos; 4:25 video
Guy Next Door played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/06/2018
-
.jpg)
Traffic Report by Fidelis
20 photos
Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
"Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their XXXXs – a couple of punches to the stomach and a XXXX to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant XXXXd as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting XXXX around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
"Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
"Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was XXXX to hop backwards, as a XXXX was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m XXXX to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their XXXXs drawn.
"MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."THE END
Grant played by Steve
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production : 07/09/2003 -
Under Cover by Caitiff
27 photos; 5:28 video
Under Cover by Caitiff
The assignment was almost done and Danny could hardly wait. For months Officer Danny Lorenzini had been working undercover as Danny Shay in order to uncover the XXXX dealings of a local biker gang. He knew something of the biker culture. But Danny had hated every minute of it. To safe guard his cover, Danny often had to go in without back up or a wire. He felt naked every time he met the gang.
At least now he had learned enough o turn state’s evidence and get back to regular police work. All he had ot do was one last meeting to find out where the latest pick up from their supplier would be and hand the info the cops so they could all be picked up.
Danny arrived early to the house the gang used to meet and was surprised that they were already there.
“Hey guys, what’s up?”. Danny said nonchalantly.
“Nothing, Officer Lorenzini”, the head of the gang said with a sneer. Uh-oh.The gang fell upon him like a pack of animals. Though he struggled, Danny couldn't’ resist as he was trussed up tightly. His hands were tied up behind his back with loops of rope. More rope was used to tie Danny’s feet. Danny kicked, landing his boots in the face of one of the gang. But all he got in return was a kick in the gut. Winded by the blow, Danny could no longer put up a fight as the knots binding him were finished up.
“Gag his traitor mouth”, the gang leader said, “I don’t want to hear him talk.”
Tape was plastered over Danny’s mouth, gagging him. Now bound and gagged, all Danny could do was stare at his captors.
“So do we off this pig?”, one of the gang asked, pulling out his pistol. “Mmmm!”, Danny moaned through his tape gag.
“No. We need to make it look like an accident. And we’re late. The cops are waiting on this guy to tell him where we’re meeting. So we’ll kill two birds and this cop with one stone.”
Danny soon understood when he heard the hissing sound of gas being released. The gas pipe to the old style heater had been broken open. With an evil smile, the gang leader produced a bottle of benzene.
“I saw this on a tv show once. I put this in the microwave in the kitchen. It blows
and ..well you get the point. It’ll look like a gas leak. We’re going to have a little piggy roast.”“Mmmpphh!”, Danny grunted as he furiously tried to loosen the ropes binding him. “Hahaha!, So long Pig. Put him in the closet”
Danny was hoisted and dumped in the closet where presumably he would be even less able to get way. Danny heard the gang go downstairs and then a minute later the front door being closed.
He didn't’ have much time. Frantically Danny worked to get free. He knew he wouldn't’ be able to untie himself in time. Instead he worked at getting out of the house.
Thank God they didn't’ think to hog tie me, Danny thought as he pushed against the closet door. With a kick, Danny managed to get the door open and began sliding out.
“Mmmmm! MMMMMMMMMPPPHHH!!”, Danny groaned as loudly through his gag as he could. If only someone could hear him.
But time was running out. He would have to try to make it down the stairs and out the door,all while still tied up and gagged. The odds didn't’ look good.
Danny began to inch towards the door. He could hear the microwave running and knew that soon that bottle of benzene would bubble and then spark. The smell of gas was filling the room. The whole house would go up when the microwave blew.
“Hey Dan, where are you?”, Danny heard his partner Roger yell.
“Mmmmm!” Danny grunted as loudly as he could. Roger ran up the stairs and began untying the knots binding Danny.
“Man you’re lucky I ignored the chief’s orders to stay away until you came back.”
“Mmmm! Mmmpphhhmmm!”, Danny grunted. Damn it, he had to be ungagged before he could tell Roger about the bomb!
Getting the hint, Roger tore off the tape covering Danny’s mouth.
“Mmmfff..Owwwww, damn it, go downstairs and shit off the microwave. It’s a bomb!”
Roger wasted no time in doing so. Danny felt a surge of relief as he realised that he wouldn’t be dying today. However, he knew he couldn’t rest easy yet. The gang leader had know way too much about what the police had been doing. Somebody had sold him out.
The End?
Danny played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:07/14/2010
-
Fess Up by Soft Touch
27 photos; 4:06 video
Jenks the carpenter looked at Morgan the interior decorator and Morgan was looking back at him. Neither one of the contractors actually knew one another, and neither one of them knew what they were doing back in the Campbell house.
The last thing Jenks remembered was coming out of the Dripping Pearl after happy hour and heading for his car to go home. Then there had been some bright stars, a burst of intense pain, and then blackness. And now he was here.
Tight ropes bit into Jenks’ arms and wrists and made his strong muscles helpless while his lips were being XXXX together by layers of duct tape that were hugging his cheeks so tight that it hurt. What was going on here?
Jenks looked over at Morgan and saw that the interior decorator had been bound up and gagged in the same way. Morgan made some noises behind the tape layers that were covering his mouth, but Jenks couldn't understand a word that Morgan was saying.
Then Mister Campbell walked into the room. “I hope that you two are enjoying your captivity. I've been fairly gentle with you up to now, but make no mistake.”
Was this guy some kind of nut?
Jenks looked over at Morgan and saw that the interior decorator’s eyes were just and big and scared as Jenks imagined his were so neither one of the contractors dared to move a muscle while they watched a smiling Mister Campbell coming at them with more pieces of rope.
“I know what you're thinking,” Mister Campbell began as he started wrapping and tying lengths of rope tightly around Morgan and Jenks’ ankles to be sure that they wouldn't run away. “I'm certain that I owe one of you gentleman an apology, but my problem is that I don't know which one.”
Morgan looked at Jenks. What was this guy talking about?
Jenks shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea.
“That’s all right,” Mister Campbell reassured them. “I expect you to pretend to be quite innocent, but sooner or later I will find out the truth.”
Mister Campbell finished tying the last knot and then stood up to admire his handiwork. “You see I had three people in my house this week. Mister Morgan was his usual inspired self while he advised me on my interior decorating project. And you Mister Jenks did a very professional job on the woodwork in my den. That just leaves Mister Thomas who was such a wizard with the electronics in my home theater. Three visitors, three people with opportunity, and one thief!”
Both Morgan and Jenks made all kinds of protesting noises behind their taped-over lips. They weren't thieves!
But Mister Campbell just laughed. “I know, you are both quite innocent, and when Mister Thomas gets here, he will be innocent, too. But one of you stole a very valuable diamond bracelet that I purchased as a gift, and before this night is done I will find out which one.”
Mister Campbell made a final check of his knots and then smiled quite pleasantly.
“Now I'm off to collect Mister Thomas. Do make yourselves comfortable until I return.”
Mister Campbell started for the door and then stopped. “Tell me, do either of you have a big phobia about power tools?”
And then Mister Campbell laughed and laughed like a maniac while he went out and shut the door.
Mister Morgan was the first one to panic. He threw himself off of the couch and down onto the floor. Then he looked back at Mister Jenks and mouthed something behind his taped mouth that sounded like “Well come on fool, don't just sit there!”
Mister Jenks had no intention of staying here. He had a really big phobia about maniacs and power tools! So he threw himself off of the couch to land on the floor near Mister Morgan.
Then Mister Morgan and Mister Jenks both started crawling their bound bodies across the carpeted floor, but that didn't get them anywhere fast. They had to get free of these ropes! So they both grunted and strained, but they only succeeded in making those ropes even tighter.
Neither one of them were going to get out of here like that. They had to help one another. So then the two strangers moved their bound bodies close together and began reaching their fingers for each other’s ropes. But these two men didn't even know each other and this was a problem that required real teamwork.
Still they tried all different ways of trying to get loose, and a couple of times it felt like maybe they were finally succeeded, but then –
Suddenly the door opened and Mister Morgan and Mister Jenks with both shocked to see poor unconscious Mister Thomas being tossed onto the floor next to them. And then they craned their necks and looked up to see a smiling Mister Campbell looking down at them.“Oh, I see that you two have been having fun. It won't do you any good, you know? I've made myself quite the expert at tying knots.”
Mister Jenks and Mister Morgan sighed into their gags. Yea, he was an expert, they had to admit.
“Now the two of you just lie right there,” Mister Campbell sounded like he was getting ready for a birthday party.
“I'll have Mister Thomas properly secured in two quick shakes of a lamb’s tail”
Mister Jenks looked over at Mister Morgan and saw a tear running down the interior decorator’s cheek. Mister Jenks knew just how he felt. Mister Jenks felt like crying, too.THE END
Jenks played by Rod
Morgan played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2006
-
Charity Begins at Home by JMZ
30 photos; 4:21 video
It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs. I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.
The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed. “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished. All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.The End
The Victim played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008
-
Hot and Hog Tied
34 photos; 4:06 video
Model: Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2009
-
Look What I Found!
26 photos; 8:10 video
Bound Boi played Marko
Finder played by Remy
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/08/2017
-
Jock's Revenge by Zac
22 photos; 3:34 video
Chad was really pissed when he got his math test results from last week. He got a big fat F! How can this be? There wasn't any logic to why he had failed cuz his classmate knew the classwork well and helped Chad study all night before the big exam. This being the first big grade of the season he was off to a sore start to his year.
Chad went over the variables and knew most of the problems were right but the teacher failed him anyway making his tempers flare more and more he thought of it. He remembered his teacher looked down on him while he was over at Harold's place the other night. The professor was Harold's father and he brought up his son to be a spoiled little brat at times. He was given everything he wanted - including straight A's in all his classes! He had pull with the academic board to grade his students with a special grading curve but always Harold gets the highest grade... and he wasn't even that smart?
Something had to be done. Chad discussed his issues with the teacher and he said that he simple was messy with his writing and didn't see clearly how he got the answers. He even accused him of possibly cheating! He was over the other night. Harold could have slipped him an answer key? Chad was outraged at this nonsense. Clearly the professor was biased against certain students in the class, and he somehow looked down on jocks with full scholarships. He believed they're freeloaders and shouldn't have earned to right to a free education based on sports alone. Academics is and always will be the future of society sports is just filler to make people laugh off their stress.
After exhausting all his options Chad had only one choice left. If he couldn't beat the system he hadda take the next step, a formal complaint... but then re realized it wouldn't work and will take far too much time to get his grade resolved. His best option was to drop the class and get a different teacher but he wouldn't let pretty boy Harold off the hook; he needed to learn the difference between knowledge and strategy - both go hand in hand to get things done. Every task and problem has 2 sides and clearly this family only believed their one sided outlook on everything in life.
Chad invited Harold over to a friend's house down on the other side of town. It was in the city with lots of people so it's likely no one knows anyone where they went. It was a older 2 story home with a modest basement. There was plenty of space for what Chad wanted to study next...
Upon walking in their friend greeted them and said he had some work to do upstairs and the two boys went over the test results to see where Chad has done wrong. Harold was surprised his father failed him as he had all the solutions right. He asked why? Chad then said... "cuz ur father only cares about you and no one else."
"That's not true! He never says that just says study hard or you won't get a good job etc..."
"Studying isn't everything dude there is also strategy and tatics."
"What u mean?""You have to know how to react and adapt to situations at hand like this..."
Harold's eyes opened very wide seeing his friend pulled out some rope and thick red tape from his bag then his jaw opened wide wondering what it was for?
"Now put your hands behind your back, DO IT!!"
"I dunt wanna please no I wanna leave now...""I SAID SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I SAY YOU PANSEY! Take it like a man!" "HELLPPP! HEELPP!!"
Harold hoped his other friend will run down and rescue him but he laughed hard upstairs and came down to watch Chad round him up hand and foot in the thick ropes."Be sure to tie him tight bro! We can't let him get away haha!" Harold couldn't believe what he was hearing. The two bigger guys had him at their mercy and he couldn't think of what to do. This was his first time ever tied up. He only thought this happened in the movies?
The other guy pulled out his video camera and Harold screamed swiftly before his cheeks were stuck shut by some thick red duct tape. The boy was fully motionless and gagged with the sound of faint mmphs every few breaths.
"What should we do with him? The other guy asked Chad?
"I know, let's send this video to his Dad demanding he either pay a lump sum and give the whole class an A instead of his son, then we'll ship him off to the school as a special delivery with a note saying if you flunk us again we can easily find him again and teach him how the real world works haha! That should get his attention hehe..."
Tied up in a box? Shipped off like a tightly bound package? We can easily get him again? Harold began imagining the world to be a much different place than what his family lead him to believe... oh if he only knew how to properly struggle he could easily loosen his bonds to run away when they weren't looking!The End
Harold played Dominic
Chad played himself
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:09/01/2011
-
The Wide Reciever and the Equipment manager by anon
18 photos
Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!
The End
Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/01/2009 -
The Letterman
24 photos; 4:03 video
Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
-
Brotherly Love by Sammy
28 photos; 3:15 video
Obediently, Hector stood in place. His hands had been tied securely by a tight yellow rope, and the slack was looped around a ring in the wall like a leash. He knew he was not going to get get loose his brother Hal was an expert when it came to knots. Ocassionaly he would kneel down to rest his legs but when he knelt down he had to raise his arms because there was not enough slack to let him sit comfortably. His bother had thought of that to. Sit, stand he could do neither very long or very comfortbly. He waited patiently soon Sammy would arrive and then the fun could begin. Almost as if thinking about him was a summoning Sammy walked in holdng a camera and a duffle bag full of more rope and other bondage accesories.
Sammy and Hal talked in hushed tones occasionally glancing over their shoulders at Hector.
"Alright lets get started", smiled Sammy. Hector stood barely able to contain his excitement. His shoots for WWW.BOUNDGUYS.COM were always fun. Hal unleashed Hector from the wall and led him to the bedroom. Sammy was busy setting out more rope, and checking his camera.
While Hal began gathering up more coils of rope and binding his little brother. Firt he used the make shift leash to securely tie Hector's hands to his chest. After that Hal ordered Hector to kneel on the bed. Hal quickly gagged is brother then began binding his feet. Hetor bit into the gag as his brother lashed his feet together with more rope provided by Sammy. The ropes were so tight that he could hardly move around and struggle once he was securely tied. Sammy had started taking pictures and the bright flash made the room dance around. Hector strained and struggled and pulled against he tight ropes and they bit deeper into his skin. He twisted and writhed and tried and failed to extricate himself from them. Occasionaly Sammy would bark and ordr from behind the dazzling flash of the camera and Hector strived to obey as best he could. He had always enjoyed being bound and gagged. Finally he lay exhausted on the bed a thin sheen of sweat covering him.
"Hmm, not bad" said Sammy "but it looks like he needs a little more motivation to really struggle."
Hector's eyes got a little wider. He knew what was coming next. Why had he told Sammy that he was ticklish.
"Hal, if you could go help your brother out", smiled Sammy.
Hal started laughing "Sure."
Hector glared at his brother as he closed in on him.
"Don't worry little bro. Better you then me I always say."
Glad you feel like that.", chimed in Sammy. "I have you scheduled for a set tommorow."
"MMMhaaPPHHAAA", Hector nearly choked on th gag as he laugh at the look on his brothers face.
Hal leared at his brother and then pounced on him and began tickling him. Hal's hands moved swiftly all over over Hector's body finding every single spot that was ticklish. Hector strained against the ropes and wriggled all over the bed twisting and turning trying to shield himself from his brothers assault. The bed springs creaked alarmingly and threatened to pitch the two brothers to the floor. Hector's face turned red from exertion and laughing into the unforgiving cleave gag. Finally he collapsed completely exhausted unable to struggle or laugh anymore he just laid there. That was when Sammy anounced he had enough footage and pictures. Hector rested sill tied while Sammy shut off his camera.
"Alright Hal, go ahead and untie him while I get set up for the next set of pictures.", said Sammy.
"Sure, you go ahead", responded Hal.
As Sammy exited Hector rounded on his littel brother. Hector twisted into a better positon for his brother to untie him. It usually takes about five to ten minutes to set up another set longer if Sammy gets distracted. I think I will go ask him about my shoot tommorow. You can get yourself untied right?" Hector laughed to himself as Hal left the room. Sammy had already told him that Hal's shoot would be a complete reversal of today. Hal would be all tied up and He would get to torture him.
The end
Hal as Himself
Hector as Himself
Photography by Sammy
Date of Production: 11/06/2006
-
Go Ahead, Bind Me by Kirk
21 photos; 4:23 video
Nathan came up from his workout. The college wrestling champ worked out every night before dinner. It was a long workout. And Nathan was sore. “No pain, no gain.” He went to the frig and got some water. His roommate and team mate and best friend, Roger, was looking at his computer, and laughing his head off.”
“Watch you watching?” Nathan asked.
“This is so stupid. Take a look.”
Nathan came up behind Roger. “That is fucked.” Roger was watching some college school kid in a youtube video called “Bound Wrestling.” This kid was all tied up from his waist up, his arms tied behind his back, he hands tied, ropes circling his chest, gagged with tape, surrounded by three of his team mates, and was kicking himself free from their moves against him.
“That fucking kid is good. What do you think, he is like 19 or something, bound and gagged and still can kick the shit out of his buddies,” Roger observed. “Don’t think I could do that, what about you?” “Fuckin yeah,” Nathan said. “I was tied up so many times by my older brothers when I was a kid and they would try to beat the shit out of me. I always kicked through.” “Did you get out.” “Yup, every time.” “They probably did not want to hurt you, like tied you up like a sissy girl” “They roped the shit out of me. Wanna see? Go ahead, bind me like that kid.”
Roger smiled. He had wanted to tie up his roommate for a year. “Well, there is some rope in the garage. Let me get it!”
Nathan was still wearing his singlet when he presented his arms for a roping. “You can make it as fuckin tight as you want.” Nathan added as Roger returned with rope and tape. He stuffed a rag into Nathan’s mouth and taped it shut. He grabbed his arms, crossed his wrists and bound his hands behind his back. Nathan liked the feel of the rope. It made him feel tough – like when he was a teen.
Roger did some roping around his arms and torso and checked his hands. “There. Beat the shit out of me.” Nathan began to play the part of a kick boxer and shot his kicks against Roger, who darted around the room. Nathan began to sweat at this bound workout. He just missed Roger when he lost his balance, and fell to the floor. He got into a sitting position – breathing heavy from the workout.
Roger jumped him, put his legs into a scissors lock, and tightly bound his ankles. Nathan began to grunt in his gag. “Let me see you get out of that!” Nathan began to squirm and struggle against his bounds as Roger got a beer, sat back and taunted him. “Thought you could break out of anything?” Fuck you,” Nathan mpiffed as he fought the ropes. “Can’t get out?” Let me help you. Nathan expected Roger to begin to untie him and the cold beer looked very inviting, when Roger grabbed some more rope and began to hogtie his feet to his wrists. “Does this help?” he taunted his friend as he tightly bound him. Nathan realized he was in deep shit. There was no way out. He looked at Roger. Roger just sat back. “Anything – my ass. Have a good night bound and gagged.”
Nathan was left roped like a steer, struggling like a madman. Finally, exhausted, he stopped. “It’s going to be a fucking long night,” he figured.
End
Nathen played by Holden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/19/2007
