32 photos; 1:58 video
“Come in, come in,” the nice man told me.
I put on my best salesman’s smile and followed the man into a comfortable looking living room while I began my sales pitch. “My name is Robert and I represent the Men Only Company. We carry a very fine line of men’s toiletries and accessories for every occasion.”
“I didn't hear you drive up Robert,” the man said as Robert sat down on the couch.
“Uh, no sir I came on the bus and this is my first stop. Now if I could show you—“
“I hope that you haven't been bothering any of the other tenants in the building Robert.”
“Oh no sir, you're the only person I've seen. Now I would like to show you—“
“Actually I have something I would like to show you,” the man interrupted again.
And then Robert looked up from his sample case to see the man pointing something right at him. “Do you happen to know anything about guns Robert?”
Robert’s words got stuck in his throat and he began to get a sick queasy feeling down in his stomach as he raised his hands.
“They make an awfully loud noise when they go off,” the man continued quite pleasantly. “And it hurts a lot . Now I want you to turn around and put both of your hands behind your back like a good boy.”
Robert was completely stunned and his body moved like a robot as he twisted around to face the wall and then slowly reached both of his arms behind his back. Then he felt the man’s strong hand on his shoulder and the blunt nose of the pistol poking into his ribs while the man almost whispered into his ear. “I won't hurt you if you do everything I tell you.”
Robert swallowed hard and nodded his head up and down, too scared now to even speak. Then he closes his eyes and tried to pretend that this was some kind of awful dream while he felt the man pulling his hands together. Then very quickly and not too gently the man began wrapping coils of rope around Robert’s chest and his wrists so that they were hugging him tighter and tighter while the man breathed into his ear “That’s a very nice shirt and tie you're wearing today. It would be a shame to mess them up.”
Robert felt the man’s big hands pulling the rope knots very tight around him. And then he felt the man’s hands feeling their way over his body. “Did you bring a nice clean handkerchief with you today? Oh yes, here it is.” The man pulled Robert’s handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it a sniff. “What is that? Lilac…? Very nice. Now open up.”
One of the man’s big hands went to Robert’s forehead while the other hand began pressing the soft folded handkerchief against Robert’s lips. Robert didn't want to, but he was so scared now that he opened his mouth and tried not to gag while the man fingered the folded wad of cloth into Robert’s mouth.
“Good boy, now chew on that and get it nice and soft while I get something for those pretty lips you have.”
This wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare! Robert didn't like the way the tight ropes were biting into his tender skin, and he didn't like the way his handkerchief was starting to swell up inside his mouth, and he didn't like the man talking about his lips like that. What did he mean by calling them pretty? But by now his body was so numbed by fear that he could only suck of the swollen cloth and watch with his eyes while the man approached him again with several strips of silver tape in his hands.
Robert moaned a little and tried to beg the man not to, but he couldn't stop the man from smearing those big strips of sticky tape all over his lips and his mouth until his face was being held in a taped vice from ear to ear.
Then the big man smiled down at him while he brushed Robert’s hair back off of his forehead and loosened his necktie a little. “That’s right, this is very easy once you get used to it. Now I want you to hold still while I fix your legs.”
Robert shook his head from side to side and made some moaning sounds behind his taped over lips when he saw the man toss some more ropes on the floor, but he didn't resist while the man cheerfully wrapped those ropes around Robert’s knees and ankles and then tied them very tight. “Oh yes, you are quite an unexpected treasure, my boy.”
For some weird reason Robert felt his face blushing while he wished that the man would top talking about him that way. It made him really uncomfortable. And then he looked up and saw that the man was holding a camera.
“Come on, my boy. I know you can't smile, but you could at least look pleasant for the camera. That’s better, now just a couple of more.”
Robert was getting more confused by the moment. Why was this man taking his picture?
“That’s just fine,” the man chuckled. “Now you just relax while I send these out on the computer.” The man was so happy that he almost danced away as he hurried into the other room.
For a few moments Robert wondered who the man could be sending his pictures to, but then he realized that he was all alone. Now was his chance to get out of here!
First Robert struggled and strained and tried to find some way to get his fingers on the ropes that were holding him a prisoner. It was so frustrating! He could touch the ropes, but he couldn't quite get his fingers on the knots. Robert struggled some more and ended up falling off of the soft couch onto the hard floor. That hurt, but Robert tried to ignore the pain while he looked around frantically.
Maybe he couldn't untie the ropes, but maybe if he could move his body out the door someone might see him. It was slow painful work as he crawled inch by inch across the carpet. With every little movement, the tight ropes bit into his tender flesh a little more and his nice clothes were taking punishment that they were never intended for, but Robert was just beginning to make some progress toward the door when—
“Young man, where to you think you're going?” The man wrapped his big hand around Robert’s necktie and then dragged him across the floor and back into the middle of the room. “I guess you want some more of my rope.”
Robert shook his head and made gurgling sounds into the soggy handkerchief that was stopping up his mouth, but the man just ignored him while he bent Robert’s punished body almost in half and then began tying more rope between Robert’s wrists and ankles. “There, that should hold you until the party begins.”
What party? The man didn't tell him as he clucked to himself and left the room again. Robert felt sick. He was really trapped now and he had no idea of why this was happening to him or what this man might be planning.
Quite suddenly the man came back into the room and sounded very sympathetic when he told Robert “Sorry, but one of the bidders wants to know if you're ticklish.”
“Oh no, please don't do that!” Robert huffed as loud as he could into the soggy cloth. But he was completely helpless now and so he could only close his eyes and bite down on the handkerchief wad while he felt the man pulling his shoes off of his feet. Then the man touched his fingers ever so lightly to Robert’s socked soles and the poor boy screamed into his gag and contorted his body like an electrified frog.
“Yes, very ticklish,” the man decided. “Don’t worry, it won't be much longer my boy.”
Then Robert heard the doorbell ring and Robert got excited, hoping that it might be someone who could rescue him.
“Oh my, they are starting to arrive already,” the man started toward the door.
Desperate now, Robert made all kinds of noises into his gag as he begged the man to tell him what was happening.
“Oh, I'm sorry my boy, I forgot to tell you. A bunch of my friends are coming over to bid for you. The one who bids the highest gets to take you home for his pet.”
His pet…? Robert didn't want to be anybody’s pet.
“Now, now, none of that.” The man used his thumb to wipe the tears off of Robert’s cheeks. “They're always much nicer to a pet that smiles.”
THE END
Robert played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:10/11/2005
20 photos; 6:19 video
It had been weeks since Joe quit his job and I had convinced him to quit and it was partly my fault for what transpired. He seemed so discontented after his demotion, his confidence had deteriorated. After some discussion we agreed he should quit. It went downhill from there. Joe’s initial excitement and drive had all but disappeared. He had spent the better part of the last six weeks lying around watching television and surfing porn sites on the internet. I had reached my wits end. I decided to do my best to rectify the situation before he spiraled further into his life of leisure.
My plan was simple; I would sit and rationally explain the financial burden that was put on my shoulders. I was sure he would understand.
“Joe“, I started.
“What’s up baby? You look tired”, he replied.
“I am tired Joe, I’m tired of you doing nothing to help yourself or us.” The words came out a little harsher than I planned.
“Where the hell is this coming from? I did what you suggested”.
“I didn’t suggest you do nothing”.
“You tell me to quit, and then jump all over me for doing it”. “Leave me alone my soap is starting, we’ll talk about this later”.
I felt my blood boil. Anger pushed its way forward; this did not go as planned.
I had gone mad. I attacked him. We struggled with each other till we were on the floor. We grunted and puffed as we tried to get the better of one another. I could feel his breath against my face, and could tell he neglected to brush his teeth. I knelt on top of him, my knee dug into his chest. His shouting and pleading bounced off my deaf ears. In the corner of my eye I saw the tape we had used to move boxes into our new apartment. I stretched and pulled the tape towards me. I flipped him over and XXXX his wrists together.
“What the hell are you doing”, he shouted?
I didn’t respond. I wrapped the tape around his wrists as tightly as I could. I could see his hands redden. The defined muscles in his forearms clenched with frustration. I tied his ankles securely making two feet one. I could tell by the smell of his socked feet he had neglected to shower.
“If you don’t let me go I’m going to kill you”. I didn’t respond.
“Baby I’m sorry I’ll get a job”, he whined. I didn’t respond.
I dragged him onto the couch, but something was missing. I walked to the kitchen while Joe flopped back and forth on the couch like a fish out of water. He shouted a slew of curse words. I pulled a new roll of duct tape from the drawer. As I made my way to him duct tape in hand his eyes widened.
The tape around his mouth looked nice. The indentation of his lips protruded making two silver bumps. He spoke through the tape as if I understood him.
“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPH”, he muffed.
Furthermore he added. “MMPPH, MMPHH, MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH”.
“Okay sweetie, I love you too” I snickered.
This infuriated him. He pulled and tugged at the knot binding his wrists. He contorted his body into yoga positions. He struggled, his face red, his eyes wide, and his hard body bouncing on the couch. A thought occurred to me, as he fought with himself. I had let my anger get the better of me. This was not going to accomplish what I intended. I decided I decided to take advantage of the situation. He would probably leave me after this anyway.
I worked my way through the slit of his boxer shorts to the thing which had brought me so much pleasure through the past 2 years. I stroked him gently, he became hard. His muffled angry words softened to a low moan. He fought me and indulged me at the same time. He was hard and thick. I held him in my hand slowly rubbing him up and down, he struggled less. My fingers found their way down to his sac. I squeezed cautiously but firmly. His bound body and sealed mouth turned me on in a weird way. His helplessness excited me. After a few minutes it was over. I untied him and slowly pulled the tape from his mouth. The next week he found a job. Every once in a while we pretend he didn’t so we could have another talk.
The End
Joe played by Logan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/05/2006
24 photos; 5:56 video
By his second year in college, Matt was in a bind. His scholarships weren't enough to pay for everything any more. He had to find a job. Then he saw a note on the school bulletin board. Some entertainment company was offering good money to the right person who was in good shape and who didn't mind a little physical exertion.
Matt’s face lit up. He was on the college wrestling team and he worked out every day. This could be just the kind of job he needed. Matt called the number and spoke to a friendly voice who told him to bring his wrestling singlet with him when they picked him up on Friday night.
A car came for Matt and took him out to a nice house in the suburbs. Then he met the man who had spoken to on the phone. He was a fairly big man who looked like he might have done some wrestling himself. The man told Matt to change into his singlet and then he put Matt through some rigorous exercises to see how fit he was. Matt did all of these things easily and thanked the nice man when he handed him a towel.
Matt used the towel to wipe all of the sweat that was dripping from his face. The towel was nice and soft, but it had kind of strange sweet smell on it. Matt started to ask for a different towel, but all of a sudden he felt really dizzy and he started falling right into the man’s strong arms.
When Matt opened his eyes again he was completely confused. Had he fainted? He had never fainted before. Then he realized that he was lying in an awkward position on the rug. Matt tried to sit up and that was when he discovered that tight ropes had been tied around his wrists and his ankles. What was going on here?
Then Matt saw the smiling man standing over him and he tried to ask him what the meaning of this was. That was when Matt discovered that he mouth had been filled up with some spongy cloth and he lips had been taped over with some kind of tape. His polite questions became frightened moans as he ran his tongue over the cloth inside his mouth. Suddenly he realized what the cloth was. It was somebody’s sweaty sock! It was his sock, and now he could taste his own rank sweat on his tongue. This prompted more frightened moans to come out of the back of his throat as Matt began to feel sick to his stomach.
The man couldn't understand the words Matt was saying, but he didn't have to. He had heard the same words from many other frightened young men before. So he just smiled down at the captive student and let a short coiled whip dangle down from his hand so that Matt could see it.
“All right young man let’s get started. I am going to tell you what to do and then you are going to do it. If you don't—well my customers are accustomed to seeing young men with welts and bruises.”
Matt’s eyes almost bugged out of his head as they stared at the evil looking whip that was dangling down in front of his eyes. Something like that wouldn't just sting; it would take nasty bites out of your skin. Matt swallowed hard and heard a whimpering sound coming out of his throat.
The man smiled. “That’s much better. Now we're going to begin by taking some nice publicity photos of you. Our fans like to see what our fighters look like before they become damaged.
“Damaged…? Who was going to get damaged?” Matt’s brain was racing even while his eyes were mesmerized by the sharp tip of the whip that was now almost touching his bare skin.
“Good, now sit up. That’s right, nice and straight,” the man’s voice purred while the camera he was holding began to click and flash in front of Matt’s shocked eyes.
“Now sit back, a little more, that’s better. Our fans like a nice package.”
Matt obeyed the man’s voice mechanically and tried not flinch each time the flash went off. At the same time, his inner voice was chastising him for being such a complete idiot. Matt hadn't told anyone about the new job offer and no one knew where he was right now. Worse than that, Matt had been so excited about getting the job that he hadn't paid any attention to where the car was taking him. So now Matt didn't even know where he was!
“That was nice, now let’s try a little more rope,” the man’s soft voice directed Matt.
Matt shook his head from side to side and whimpered a little more. He didn't want any more of that tight rope tied around his body. But he was so confused and feeling like such a fool that he didn't even think about putting up any resistance while the man moved Matt’s body this way and that while he wrapped more and more rope around Matt’s helpless body.
“There, that’s better. Now I want you to really struggle. Good, good, let’s see what kind of a fighter you really are.”
Something inside of Matt, maybe the fear or the excitement of what all of this struggling was doing to his body, made Matt put on a really good show while the camera continued to click and flash all around him.
Finally the flashes stopped and Matt blinked the stars out of his eyes. Then he looked up to see the man smiling down at him.
“Yes, I think you will do very well. We'll be scheduling your first match for tomorrow night. Now here is the deal. If you do well and win your match, we will deposit some nice prize money in an account for you. But, if you lose, then we will drop you off at the hospital with no memory of who you are or where you've been.”
“The hospital…!” Matt’s inner voice screamed in his ear. “What kind of wrestling match would put Matt in the hospital?”
“Now I want you to get plenty of rest before your match tomorrow,” the man continued in his soothing voice.
Matt looked up from the floor to see the man holding his other sweat sock now folded into a soft pad in his hand and now the man was pouring some kind of liquid from a dark bottle onto his sock.
Matt tried to resist, but tied up as he was there was no escape while the man held him and pressed the damp sock over Matt’s nose. The damp sock reeked of the same sweet smell that Matt had smelled earlier on the towel only this was much stronger.
Darkness gathered around Matt’s eyes while he heard the man’s soft voice telling him; “Pleasant dreams young man. They will be the last pleasant dreams you have.”
THE END
Matt played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/07/2005
25 photos; 6:45 video
Model : Remy
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/23/2017
63 photos
"Mmmmm! Mmmfphh!", Mr. Smith of Smith and Son's leather Novelties grunted into the plug gag that filled his mouth. Mr. Smith's company made these gags, they were his biggest seller. But he didn't think he would have one of his best products XXXX into his mouth against his will!
It had started like any other day. Mr. Smith had been the first in the office to do the receipts. Or so he thought. He had walked right into the building, leaving the door unlocked as he always had. Mr. Smith was just about to get out the records when he noticed the new Gagmaster 2000, the latest plug gag from R&D. It was supposed to be completely safe and once in place, couldn't be removed.
Oh what the hell, thought Mr. Smith. Why not try it out? Bondage gear was the best product Smith and Son's made, as far as Mr. Smith was concerned. He made it a personal mission to make sure that every piece of bondage gear that the company made was tried on an actual human being. Mr. Smith loved being tied up and gagged. So did a lot of his employees. Somebody always ended up bound and gagged during the work day.
Mr. Smith put the gag into his moth and snapped the buckle. Mr. Smith moved his tongue around, trying to wedge the plug out but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the gag out of his mouth using his mouth alone. It was perfect! Mr. Smith took off his shirt and shoes and put his hands behind his back, pretending that he had been XXXX and was being held for ransom. Pretending that he had been tied up against his will and was being XXXX to do whatever his kidnappers wanted!
"Mmmmmpph!" Mr. Smith let out a long moan, temporarily getting into the mood. Ahh, but the receipts weren't going to do themselves.
Mr. Smith was just about to undo the buckle when he heard a stranger's voice say "Don't bother. It will save time."
Three men, all wearing masks had walked right into the door that Mr. Smith had unlocked and were now robbing him! Already gagged, the robbers completed the bondage by tying Mr. Smith onto a chair and putting him in a storage closet. They then closed the door.
That had been hours ago. Mr. Smith heard his employees coming into work. Mr. Smith strained at the ropes but they held tight. He also grunted through the gag but no one seemed to hear. Shit, didn't somebody at least wonder where he was?
Suddenly the door opened. At last, somebody found him!
"Hey, Mr. Smith!" It was Dithers from R&D." See you're trying out the new Gagmaster! Hope you're enjoying it "
Yes, very nice. Now untie me! Mr. Smith tried to say but it came out as "Mmmm, mmfph mmmm MMMWwppffmm!"
"Cool. Well, I'll be in my cubicle if you want to talk more about it. I made it so it absorbs sound." Dithers then left, closing the door behind him!
"Mmmmpphh! Mmmmm!" But Dithers was gone. Oh great, thought Mr. Smith, Dithers thought I was playing around. I have to get somebody to figure out that I'm really tied up against my will!
A little while after Dithers, Rogers from accounting opened the door, looking for white out. "Hey, Mr. Smith! I heard you liked to get in your work but wow!"
"Mmmppf!"
"Yeah, it looks great. I'm glad you decided to try out the Gagmaster. Some of the guys wanted to try it on me!" The young man joked as he looked for the office supplies. "Well, I'll leave you to it then!" and Mr. Smith was left alone again.
Mr. Smith was growing furious! Surely somebody would figure out that he didn't want to be tied up! Somebody had to untie him!
Mr. Smith's secretary, Ms. Franklin, opened the closet door.
"MMMMMMM!" Mr. Smith yelled through his gag, demanding to be released.
"Oh, sorry Mr. Smith. I didn't know you were in here. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed until your done with your market testing." Ms. Franklin said and shut the door!
Oh, for crying out loud! How long could this go on? Mr. Smith wondered.
It went on all day. All day, people would come in and see Mr. Smith. But instead of doing the sensible thing and untying him, they congratulated him on the new Gagmaster, or admired his dedication to work or simply got what they were looking for and left. Dennis from customer service took pictures!
Mr. Smith tried to get them to understand. He yelled angrily through the gag. He moaned pitifully through the unshakable gag. He even shook his chair as much as his bonds allowed. But everybody thought he was just getting into the fun. No one would untie him!
Mr. Smith didn't know how much time he had been tied up. He had done self bondage lots of times and was used to being restrained for hours on end. Under different circumstances, being bound and gagged to the chair in the closet would even have been fun! It just wasn't fun now! Who knows what those robbers who had tied him up had taken!
Suddenly Mr. Smith noticed that the normal sound of the office had died down. Realizing that he had to get out of the closet, Mr. Smith used all his strength to move his chair over to the door. He then butted his head to open the door. It took a while but the door did eventually budge open.
Why didn't I think of this before?! Unfortunately, Mr. Smith soon realized that it was too late. Near the front door, h heard MS. Franklin talking to another co-worker.
"Where's Mr. Smith?"
"Oh, you know him. He probably had somebody untie him and went home early. Set the alarm. I want to go home!"
Mr. Smith heard the beep of the alarm being turned on and the front door closing, locking him inside for the night.
The End
Mr. Smith played by Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/05/2002
16 photos
Kevin looked at his watch as he rapped on the door. He was a bit early for the shoot, but he had a book in his knapsack, and could sit and read if the photographer was busy. This was his first time with this guy – the photographer he usually worked with was on vacation. The door opened.
"Hi, I’m here for the…."
"Hurry up, you’re late. I’ve got a tight schedule today. Hmmm, you’re not what I was expecting. Your picture doesn’t do you justice at all. It is really amazing; I wouldn’t have recognized you. Let’s get to work right away – I might want to take some extra pictures."
Kevin was flattered, though he did think that the photographer was looking at him in a strange way. The guy was practically licking his lips. He felt a slight twinge of unease. Gee, would he be glad when Tory got back.
"Go on into the bedroom and change. You’ll find what you need on the bed."
Kevin stripped down. This was strange; he was sure that the agency had said that he would be modeling a line of new boxer shorts, not these tight white briefs. However, a job was a job. He pulled on the briefs, and walked out into the hall.
"Oh boy. Excellent, just excellent. You really have changed your look since you sent me those sample pictures, but I’m not complaining. Just put this on, and then turn around and bring your arms behind you."
Kevin put on the cap that was handed to him and turned around. This wasn’t quite what he had expected, but he wasn’t the one who was taking the pictures. He turned his head to speak to the photographer.
How do you want me to …hey, what are you doing with that? Stop it! What is this?"
"Good, good, this is great. You’re an actor as well! Why didn’t you mention that in your e-mails?"
"What the hell do you think you’re doing, you per…..MMMMPPHHH!!!"
Kevin’s cries of outrage were cut off as the photographer started wrapping tape around his mouth. Kevin panicked. His hands were tied behind his back, and now he was gagged!
"Just let me put some more rope around your arms….that’s great. Oh, you’re a struggler are you? This is MUCH better than I expected. I know that we did talk about filming this scene – you weren’t entirely sure, and neither was I, but I can’t pass up this opportunity. Just wait one minute."
Kevin was in shock. What the hell had he walked into? He tried to run back into the bedroom, but he slipped on the carpet and fell to his knees.
"You didn’t have to change positions so soon, but this is great. You’re a natural for this kind of work. You can almost read my mind. Now, struggle some more."
"MMMPGGGWHATURDOING? GGGHEELLLPPPPPPMEE."
Click, click, click. Kevin screamed into his gag as he tried to get to his feet. He tugged at the ropes that bound his arms behind him. They were so tight he could feel his hands starting to go numb. All the time he could hear the photographer murmuring, ‘wonderful, great, yeah, scream some more.’
Kevin managed to stagger to his feet. He was going to make a run for it. One of his toes caught the edge of the Oriental runner, and he fell to his side. He mmmphhed in pain. Damn, that hurt.
"Yes, yes. This is absolutely fucking perfect. The poor XXXX victim trying to escape. Why didn’t you contact me earlier? I have some great ideas for another shoot."
"GGGMMMUTALMKINGMMBOUT? MMMMNNOOOOOO!!! GGMMSTOOPPPP!"
Kevin thrashed around on the floor as the tight white briefs were pulled down around his thighs. He was lying face down on the floor, and now his butt was exposed! Click, click, click.
"Just let me turn you over so we get a good view of your…Damn."
Kevin heard the doorbell ringing. "GGGMMHHHEEELLLPPPMEEE."
"That’s OK, you can relax for a while. That must be my next appointment. Don’t worry,thats probably the mail man of soemthing. I’ll get rid of him ASAP, and then I’ll be back for you. This is going to be one of the best scenes I’ve done in a long time. You can relax for a while. I can’t wait to turn you over and see how much you’re enjoying this. You said that you were a big bondage fan, but you have exceeded all my expectations. I’m going to be keeping you busy for a LONG time!"
Meanwhile across town, Kevin's room mate Doug was very bored. He had come for a hot bondage sesison but all this guy wanted to do was take photos of him in his underwear. Supposedly this guy was a photographer or something but what good were photos without a guy tied up in them? Glancing at the memo pad that held the address, Doug noticed that it had been torn off a previose page.
Doug really hoped that he hadn't gotton his memo pad mixed up with Kevin's again.
THE END
kevin played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/18/2003
36 photos
Billy had just joined our squad last week. Fresh out of the academy and still a little wet behind the ears. That was alright with us, because we were about to teach him a thing or two about how we run business around here.
You see, there is this “training” that we do to the newbies called “hostage interrogation”, you know…with all the big to do about terrorism lately, it is only fair that we teach the new guys how to survive here in our little town with a population of 1800 about being taken hostage by a terrorist. So….
Last Thursday we told Billy to meet us at the old police car mechanic’s garage to start his training. Man, when Billy showed up in his uniform I couldn’t believe how good he looked. His arm muscles filling the entire sleeve out and then straining against the seams to pop them open more. His chest pushed on the front of his shirt almost as if he were wearing a bullet proof vest…but he wasn’t, it was all him. And lets not forget that bulge he had in the front of his pants, now THAT was nice. How did I get to be so lucky to get picked to have Billy be my new partner? I don’t know and I don’t care…it happened and I’m thankful for it.
Our fake terrorist soon took control of Billy as he entered the garage, got him down on the floor, took his handcuffs from his utility belt, but them on him and then found some rope and began to tie Billy’s legs. He also grabbed some tape and covered Billy’s mouth and ears so he couldn’t yell for help and couldn’t see the rest of us just watching for fun. Cuz we all KNEW that this really wasn’t a “training” as much as it was a hazing for the new guy.
After our terrorist got Billy good and tied up Billy started screaming and tossing about trying to get up on his feet so that he might be able to move around better. All you could hear from Billy was some low moans and grunts, and the occasional scream for help, but of course that was so muffled you couldn’t really understand it.
After what seemed to be about 30 minutes of just watching Billy twist and contort his body trying to free himself from the ropes and handcuff to no avail, he finally managed to get to a standing position. Well….Our “terrorist” didn’t like that at all and so he grabbed Billy’s arms and put them over his head and tied a rope around a beam that ran across the room and stretched Billy’s torso and arms up towards the ceiling.
What a sight! I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I was getting so turned on by all this rough man to man play. And I knew that it was just play, but damn, I wanted to take over as the terrorist since this WAS my new partner.
At the new member dinner we had just the other night, Billy had no problems stating how big his “manhood” was in front of all of us. I mean…this kid was right out of the corn-fed boys from Nebraska. Well, we decided to find out for ourselves. So we began to rip off Billy’s clothes. Opening up his shirt and exposing his red nipples. YUM!
Next came the pants.
WOW. It seems that Billy wasn’t kidding. Either that or he REALLY enjoyed what we were doing to him, because just looking at him there in his tighty whities he looked really good and really hung. I thought to myself “how fun would that be to play with during our shifts in the patrol car together?”. And finally, the underwear…it was pulled down to the floor exposing Billy’s cock. His cock pointed straight out towards us, like it was going to take revenge on us if it ever got loose.
“Oh shit, the Captain is here!” screamed Ted, who was our lookout. We quickly grabbed some rope tied Billy’s cock and balls to one end and the other end to the door, so that when our Captain came in the door, he would pull the rope that was attached to Billy’s cock and balls. How fun this day was turning out to be!
The End
Billy played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2004
20 photos
Model: Angel
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/23/2003
19 photos; 5:29 video
“That’s so easy!” Casper laughed at the television set.
“What're you talking about?” Jerome’s eyes were still on the TV where they were watching an exciting film sequence in which the hero managed to barely escape from his tightly tied ropes and to defuse the bomb the bad guys had left him with just in time.
“Anybody could get loose from ropes tied like that,” Casper was trying to put a downer on Jerome’s excitement. “That stuff is all fake! Don't you know that?”
“A lot you know,” Jerome challenged his friend. “You ever been tied up?”
“Well no,” Casper started to crayfish like he always did. “But that was just a movie, you know.”
“What say I tie you up and see if you can get loose?” Jerome said seriously.
“You mean me? Now wait a minute. I was only saying—“
“I think you're letting your alligator mouth overload your Tweedy-bird ass again,” Jerome challenged the lanky Casper.
“It’s not that, it’s only….” Casper sputtered while he watched Jerome get up and turn off the TV set and then go into the other room. He had done it again. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up making his friend Jerome angry with him. Then he saw Jerome coming back into the room and in his hands Jerome was holding—ropes!
“Come on, Big Guy,” Jerome challenged. “I want to see you wiggle those skinny bones of yours.”
“You mean you're going to tie me up?” Casper’s voice broke.
“Unless you're afraid?” Jerome dangled the ropes in front of Casper’s face.
“Well okay, but not too tight, you know.” Casper gave in even though his body was starting to tremble while it tried to tell him that this wasn't a good idea.
But Jerome just smiled and then began wrapping some of that rope around Casper’s wrists. At first the rope didn't feel too bad against his skin and the only thing Casper was feeling was kind of a tingling excitement down in his thighs while he began to surrender his body to Jerome.
Up to now Jerome and Casper had only rough-housed together playing sports or butting heads and this is the first time that Casper had ever let Jerome be gentle with him. And while he watched and felt more of the firm ropes being wrapped around his ankles, his thighs and then even his chest, Casper was growing more and more confused. He had no idea that being tied up would feel like this.
Then Casper looked up from the couch to see Jerome tying a thick knot into the middle of a folded orange bandanna. “What're you going to do with that?” he croaked.
“It’s time I kept you quiet for awhile,” Jerome smiled and showed Casper all of his teeth.
“But…but I don't want you to put anything in my mouth!” Casper whined.
“That’s the nice thing about having you tied up,” Jerome’s smile got bigger. “There ain't a whole lot you can do to stop me. Now open wide.”
All of a sudden Casper could feel Jerome’s strong fingers on his cheek and kind of pinching his jaws lightly until Casper’s mouth opened all by itself. And then Casper kind of gagged a little when Jerome thumbed the bandanna knot in between his teeth and then deep into his mouth. And all of a sudden that bandanna knot felt enormous as it filled up the inside of Casper’s mouth and pushed down against his tongue. Casper didn't like this, but before he could move his face away, Jerome was already tying the two ends of the bandanna together kind of tightly behind Casper’s neck.
“Yea, that looks like enough.” Jerome surveyed his handiwork and kind of nodded his head with satisfaction. Then a little black cat jumped up on the couch and looked over the bound and gagged Casper before she meowed in agreement with Jerome.
“Now let’s see you get loose,” Jerome challenged his victim.
Casper began wiggling and twisting and pulling against the ropes and that was when he discovered something else. As soon as he tried to move against them, those soft hugging ropes began biting into his flesh in a very hurtful way. Casper winced and moaned into his gag when he felt how much those ropes were hurting him, but Jerome just smiled.
“You just keep working on it Casper. I want you to see just how easy it is to escape. I'm heading down to the bookstore. If you're not loose by the time I get back, I'll try to think of some other ways to entertain you.”
Casper couldn't believe it. Jerome just turned his back and walked out of the room. Then Casper heard the back door open and close. Jerome was gone. And now Casper was all alone in the house except for that meowing pussycat. What was he going to do? What if he had to go to the bathroom? What if the house caught fire? He'd be trapped!
Fear drove Casper to desperation and he began to twist and strain and contort his body in all sorts of painful ways. But none of the things he tried to do loosened those ropes even one little bit. Instead all of his struggles just made those ropes bite deeper and deeper into his tender skin. Then he heard the back door open and close.
Jerome came in with his nose poked into a new book that he had bought. Casper craned his head around and huffed and moaned into his soggy gag, but Jerome paid little attention to him. Then Casper saw the title of the book Jerome was so interested in. It was called “The Hostage.” That wasn't funny. Then Jerome laughed.
“What’s going on Casper? You told me this would be easy. How come you're not loose yet?”
Casper sighed and whimpered into his gag in surrender. Jerome had been right. Casper had been wrong. “Now turn me loose!” he sluiced his words behind the juicy bandanna cloth.
“You want me to turn you loose?” Jerome asked.
Casper bobbed his head up and down and made all kinds of juicy sounds.
“No, I think that would be a bad idea. If I turned you loose now, you'd be bouncing all over the place and running your mouth so I couldn't concentrate on this book.”
“Please….” Jerome gasped.
“No what we need is more rope,” Jerome decided.
Casper’s heart fell down into his feet and he almost cried when he saw Jerome coming at him with another piece of rope. And before long poor Casper was all doubled up and tied like a turkey with his belly on the hard floor.
Then Jerome turned insult into injury as he turned Casper into a comfy Ottoman so that he could rest his feet while he went back to reading his book.
Casper hung his head and watched drool drip down from his cloth-filled mouth onto the floor while he begged Jerome to let him go.
“No,” Jerome decided. “The longer you wiggle and fuss, the longer I'm going to keep you tied up so just settle down.”
A tear ran down Casper’s cheek. He would never tell Jerome that something was easy ever again.
THE END
Casper played by Danny
Jerome played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/03/2006
25 photos; 4:19 video
The Victim played by Dominic
The Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/01/2011
30 photos; 3:48 video
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/05/2007
20 photos; 6:08 video
Model : Rex
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2017
28 photos; 5:17 video
Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/17/2013
22 photos; 2:24 video
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 6"
The barn was full of the moaning of bound men. Even after hours of being in bondage, their struggles continued. Seven men were all tied up and gagged in a row.
Drew and Rawy had been tied up the longest. Their arms were tired from being bound up above their heads. The tight cleave gags filling their mouths were sodden with spit. The fight was almost out of these two. They had been tied up and gagged for so long that they didn’t even resist anymore when their kidnappers checked their ropes and gags.
Zac was next in line. He still struggled against the ropes, for all the good it did him. His arms were bound above his head like all the others, a black cleave gag was tied cruelly tight between his lips. Every so often one of the kidnappers felt him up, tightening the ropes. Zac protested through the gag. The kidnappers only laughed.
Next was Uriah. He hadn’t given up quite yet. Not that it mattered. The men who had grabbed him knew how to tie up a guy. Uriah had thought that having his hands in front o him would help him get free but it hadn't’ worked out that way. When Uriah got even close to doing anything that might have helped him free himself, the kidnappers gave him a punch in the gut and tightened the ropes and gag even more.
Next to Uriah was Cliff Snatch, the man who employed all of the hostages at his company. He had no idea what was going on. He just knew he wasn’t used to not being the one in control. He would have traded all of his employees if they would let him go. He could always get more employees. But being gagged, he couldn’t bring it up.
Finally there was Chad and Sammy. Unlike the others who were gagged with cloths tied around their heads, these two had tape wrapped around their heads, sealing their mouths shut. Being the most recently caught, they also struggled the most. The pulled on the ropes and grunted into their gags and got slapped around by the kidnappers the more for it.
The only member of the company not in the barn was Craig. The kidnappers knew where he was, though. He had actually been the first tied up but not by the kidnappers. As a practical joke, Rawy and Drew had tied him to a tree right before they themselves had been captured.
Before leaving to fetch Craig, the kidnappers blindfolded all of their current hostages. It would help keep them in line. It was also part of the plan.
They found poor Craig still tied to that tree, mmphing through the tape his co-workers had plastered over his mouth. The kidnappers untied Craig but didn’t let him take off the tape gag. Grabbing each arm, the hustled Craig to the barn where his co-workers were being kept captive.
They led Craig into the room and let him have a good long look at the line of bound and gagged men. One of the kidnappers, Slade, then ripped off Craig’s tape gag.
“Oww..mmmppphh!”, Craig’s cry was cut off by a hand over his mouth. He was led to another part of the barn where none of the hostages would hear.
“So..” Slade asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s perfect! Well worth the money I paid you both.” Craig responded. For years he had taken abuse from his boss and fellow co-workers. Now it was his turn. So arranging this “company retreat”, Craig had paid Slade and DeBarr to XXXX his co-workers one by one so Craig could get his revenge.
He would start with Drew and Rawy, who had tied him to that tree in the cold for hours. Craig’s mind was already spinning from all the degrading things he would make them do.
He would have fun XXXX Zac and Uriah. Feeling up Uriah’s package and the growing bulge as he did so, Craig decided that Uriah would be especially fun.
His boss would get special attention. Mr. Snatch was ticklish and Craig gave him a taste of things to come by going right after Cliff’s sensitive spots.
Sammy would be fun too. He had such a mouth on him, always making smart remarks. Craig would keep Sammy gagged constantly.
And finally there was Chad. Craig didn't’ know if he was more turned on by Uriah’s dick or Chad’s ass, which was a nice bubble butt. Playing with it while Chad squirmed in his bondage, grunting into his gag at his unknown attacker, gave Craig a huge woody.
Seven men to do with as he pleased for as long as the company accounts held out. And none of them would even know it was Craig. After all, Craig was still tied up to that tree.
The End
Craig played by Craig
Rawy played by Rawy
Andrew played by Andrew
Zac played by Zac
Uriah played by Uriah
Mr. Cliff Snatch played by Cliff
Sammy played by Sammy
Chad played by Chad
Slade played by Slade
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010
21 photos; 3:53 video
We told the new guy no to look at those files
He should have listened.
Unfortunate Worker played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/27/2017
22 photos; 6:49 video
Bernard Gets His Reward.
Bernard played by Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/06/2014
38 photos; 5:05 video
Model: Floyd
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/02/2012
25 photos; 3:16 video
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 5"
Some thing was wrong. He had been walking all over the farm where his company was holding it’s retreat. He had been at it for hours yet had not seen any of the others. It was weird, as if they had just disappeared.
At first he thought maybe everyone had skipped out but he couldn’t reach anyone on the phone either, not even the boss. What was going on?
Suddenly he saw Chad standing against a fence. Sammy let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t feel so alone.
“Hey Chad...”, Sammy ran up to Chad and grabbed his shoulder but pulled back when he saw Chad’s face.
“MMMmmmm!?”, Chad had been tightly gagged and blindfolded by tape. His hands were tied together to a pole in the ground.
“What the hell?”, was all Sammy could say before he was grabbed by two men from behind. One held Sammy’s hands tightly while the other had his hand clamped over Sammy’s mouth.
“Mmmmmmm!”, Sammy groaned as he was XXXX to the ground. His hands were pulled back and tied up tightly with rope. Sammy tried to fight them off but he was soon tied up.
Next came the gag. The hand over his mouth was taken away only long enough for tape to be applied. Sammy was not bound and gagged on the ground, helpless.
Chad meanwhile could do nothing. He had been ambushed and left bound and gagged. He could hear Sammy struggling but couldn't’ see or say anything. He had been left as bait for Sammy to find and it had worked. Now both men had been captured.
The Kidnappers, Slade and DeBarr, hoisted the now tied up Sammy and began to carry him off to join the others. Soon Sammy would be retied with his hands above his head to a pole. He would be surrounded by his fellow co-workers: Rawy and Drew, Uriah, Zac and their boss Craig. The men had been tied up for some time now and a lot of the fight had already gone out of them. The gags over each of the men’s mouth’s kept the noise to a minimum.
Once Sammy was so secured, Chad would join them. The kidnappers wouldn’t even remove the tape over Chad’s head. He would be XXXX marched blind, still bound and gagged, to the barn where the others were held hostage. He would be able to hear the
faint moaning through the gags of his co-workers but would have no idea what was going on otherwise.
Just about everyone was taken care of. Soon Slade and DeBarr could get their money and relax.
There was only one person left to take care of.
To Be Continued
Sammy played by Sammy
Chad played by Chad
Slade played by Slade
DBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010
23 photos; 5:05 video
Model : Tommy Gunn
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 20/10/2017
19 photos; 4:08 video
Bound Dude played by Marcus
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/31/2017
30 photos; 7:06 video
Braxton was a very good boi today. As ordered by his Master, he did the dishes, vacuumed, and the entire list of chores left for him. So when his Master came home, he did not enter the house right away.
First he looked through the windows to see if all the chores were done. Seeing that everything was spic and span, he headed back out to his car. He grabbed an unmarked bottle and rag. Poured some liquid out of the bottle and on to the rag and held it behind his back as he opened the door to the house. “Boi, I'm home.” he announced.
Braxton came to the door to greet his master. “Welcome home sir.” he said. “I did everything you asked me to.”
“Really? Show me.” his master said.
“Yes, Sir.” Braxton said and turned to lead his master to the kitchen. However when he turned his back, his master grabbed him from behind, wrapped his muscular arms around him and placed the hidden rag over mouth. Braxton struggled to get out but the fumes from the rag rendered his helpless. Within minutes, he was out cold. His master threw Braxton over his mighty shoulders and carried his boi to the bedroom.
He put Braxton on the bed, stripped him of all his clothes except for his black socks, for some reason, and laid him out in the center of the bed. He wrapped Braxton's hands together with cotton white rope and tied them to the bed post. Then he took two separate lengths of rope and tied each of Braxton's ankles to a separate bed post. Now, wanting to make sure that his legs stayed opened, he used more rope to tied Braxton's thighs to the side of the bed, thus ensuring easy access. And finally, no good
master would allow his tied up boi the chance to talk, so using a bandana, he gagged Braxton.
His master stood back and admired his work. Braxton was still out so he figured this scene needed something else. So he grabbed one more piece of rope and expertly tied Braxton's balls to far end of the bed. Everything was perfect.
Braxton started to come to. As his vision slowly came back to him, he release he was tied down to his bed. His member stood at attention. He was loving it. However, he figured out that his master XXXX him out and liked to role play. So he pretended to be the victim.
“See? I told you, good boi's get rewarded.” his master said. “But the reward doesn't stop there.”
Not Quite The End.
Bernard played by Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/06/2014
23 photos; 3:07 video
That's it. He was never going home for lunch again.
John knew he was fucked the second he checked out the noise he heard in the dining room. All he wanted was a goddamn tuna fish sandwich, and maybe a quick wank before going back to work. And he was faced with two burly-looking bros looting John's wife's hutch filled with salvaged White House china. He had told her NOT to let the local paper do an article about it. Dumb bitch. The bros, who could have been pro wrestlers if they wanted, merely smirked at John. John froze. His briefcase dropped out of his hand.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" John exclaimed angrily, hoping that they were pussies despite their size and would take off out the window they had come through.
Nope.
The brothers exchanged glances. More smirking. Finally Bro #1 spoke.
"Look, guy. I'll be blunt. You could try and take us on. But we would kick your ass, and you would end up seriously injured. If not dead. We're leaving with these dishes. There ain't a thing you can do about it. We actually don't want to hurt anybody. But we're more than willing to, cuz' we owe a lot of people scarier than us a lot of money. So...let's tie your overfed stockbroker ass up, gag your yap, we'll finish up here, and you'll get loose eventually or your wife will find you. Easy, right?"
John was off like a shot back through the kitchen. He wasn't a fool. And there was no way in hell he was going to endure the humiliation of being tied and gagged and left trussed up like a turkey in his own house. Unfortunately, Bro #1 was awfully fast for a big guy and snagged the back of his collar.
"URRRKK!!" was the only sound John could make as he was literally lifted off his feet and body-slammed on his kitchen floor. Everything went very swimmy. He felt himself picked up, and tossed over Bro #1's shoulder like a sack of grain. A demeaning little pat on his trousered behind signaled that he was on his way to being helplessly bound and gagged.
With an "OOOFF" John was dropped into his office chair. They had brought him into his home office. The room was ceasing to spin, and he felt Bro #2 securing his legs to the chair. It was on wheels, and John began struggling to get out. Bro #1 smacked him in the face. John froze, enraged but careful not to piss these dudes off anymore.
"Look, bud. You keep still or we're gonna fuck you up. Your wifey won't even recognize you."
He patted John on the face where he had smacked him.
"Unnerstand?"
John nodded slowly, as Bro #2 began to secure his wrists to the arms of his chair.
Soon he was wrapped in a web of rope, stuck to the chair like he was glued there.
"Annnnnd one final touch!" Bro #1 exclaimed happily, as his apparently mute brother suddenly dangled a knotted blue bandana.
"NNNNOOOOO!!!!! Fuck yo-MMPPGHGH MMRRPHGHGHHH MPPGHGH!"
The knot was stuffed in his mouth by Bro #2's strong fingers. It filled his mouth, stifling his tongue. It was humiliating! He was stuck and silenced! Another demeaning pat, this time on his head, and they were gone.
"Later gator!" Bro #1 called cheekily over his shoulder as John watched his wife's prized salvage White House china (worth roughly 60,000) disappeared out the door. And he was alone. And totally helpless. He needed to get to a phone!
So began the humiliating journey as he began shifting his body enough to cause the chair to wheel towards the doorway of his office. He tugged and squirmed. His grunts of frustration echoed through the empty house. He managed to wheel his bound form out the doorway, through the dining room, and finally into the kitchen where the cordless was. Unfortunately, he couldn't reach the cordless. He couldn't reach the cutlery drawer to get something to cut these ropes with. He pulled and yanked. ALL HE HAD WANTED WAS A TUNA FISH SANDWICH AND TO JERK OFF! It seemed like the more he pulled at the ropes securing him, the tighter they got. Even when he got one loosened, three more seemed to tighten on him. He heard Mr. Rossi next door watering his tulips. The window was open and he tried to scream for help through his stifling gag.
"MMMMRREEELLPP! MMPPGGHRRRR!""
He heard the hose stop. His heart leapt.
The hose came back on.
"MMMMRROOOOOO!!!!" John screamed. He bucked in his chair, enraged. It was no use. He was going to be very, very late in getting back to work.
The End
John played by Garrettjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:04/11/2013
20 photos; 3:11 video
Cont'd from "Worker's Retreat pt 4"
“Hey how you doing?”, Cliff asked his friend David on the phone. He was feeling nice and relaxed, sitting in the cabin with his shoes off. “Yeah, I am that retreat thing. All the employees are off looking for birds or some shit. ... Hell no I’m not out there. It’s cold. Let those morons who work for me do that!”
Cliff let out a laugh. This retreat was s a great idea his employee Cliff had had. He may even have to rethink his plan to fire Cliff. No, he probably would still fire Cliff.
Cliff talked on his friend a bit longer and then hung up. He was trying decide what to do next. Either watch TV or take a XXXX.
It was right at that point that Slade and Debarr attacked! Taking him either side, they surprised Cliff, XXXXing him off the couch.
“Hey! What the hell do you think ..MMM!”, Cliff’s protest were cut off by Debarr’s meaty hand over his mouth. Meanwhile Slade pulled Cliff’s hands behind his back. With some rope, Slade soon began securing Cliff’s hands. The rope was pulled tightly around his wrists and tied securely.
Cliff meanwhile continued to struggle mightily. However he was helpless against his attackers. He had no idea why he was being attacked or how they even got into the cabin. Cliff was sure he had locked the door.
Once Cliff’s hands were tied up, Slade took the remaining rope and looped it back to Cliff’s legs. Slade bound Cliff’s socked feet and ankles. Cliff was soon hog tied on the floor.
But they weren’t done yet. Cliff continued moaning as much as he could, hoping to get anyone’s attention. Cliff heard the ripping sound of tape from behind his head. He knew what was coming next. DeBarr’s hand let go of Cliff’s face but only long enough to slap a tape gag over Cliff’s mouth. Now gagged and helpless, Cliff could only glare at his attackers.
“Mmmpphh!”
“Ok he’s ready.” Slade said to his partner in XXXX. “Lift him so we can get him with the others.”
Others?! Had they been XXXX his employees too? What was going on here?
The two men lifted the prostrate Cliff off the floor and began to carry him out into the bitter cold without even a coat.
In the distance Cliff could see one of his workers, Cliff thought his name was Brad or Chad or something, just sitting against a fence.
“MMmmmm!” Cliff tried ot get his attention but the gag muffled anything he tried to say. Soon Cliff was whisked away.
Eventually Cliff was taken to a barn where his hands were retied above his hand. His tape gag was also torn off and replaced by a cleave gag.
To his left, Cliff could see the others: Zac and Uriah, Drew and Rawy. Each was tied up and gagged as he was.
Cliff decided when he got out of his, he was so going to fire Craig.
To Be Continued
Mr. Cliff Snatch played by Cliff
Slade played by Slade
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010
26 photos
Jeff stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He made it a point to always shower at home after working out at the gym. He picked up his spandex gym tights and dropped them into the hamper, and gave himself a vigorous rubdown with the thick towel. As he dried himself off, he admired his physique in the full-length mirror. He was very happy with the results of his upper-body workouts. His pecs were massive and well-defined and his shoulders and biceps resembled a Greek statue. His abs needed a little more work, but the six-pack was definitely there...so much hotter than the beer keg most guys wore around their waists. He pulled the towel between his legs and dried off his thick, 7-inch cock and plum-sized balls, then stepped into the bedroom. He slipped on a thong and one of his tightest pairs of jeans, and selected a white spandex T-shirt from his large collection. Jeff was proud of his body and liked to wear tight-fitting clothes. He enjoyed the glances he got everywhere...admiring ones from the women, and jealous ones from the men. Carrying his shirt, he headed for the kitchen to pop open a cold one. As he stepped through the bedroom door, a sudden blow to the head from behind stopped him in his tracks. Jeff groaned and fell to his knees, and everything went black.
As he came to, the first thing that came into focus was his own lap. A webbing of white rope was tied over his denim-clad package, and as he tried to bring his hands up to his throbbing head, he realized they were tied behind his back and somehow attached to the ropes around his waist. As he struggled, he felt a strange rubbing in his ass crack...the rope was tied in there too!
Jeff's head began to clear and suddenly his eyes focused on his attacker, who stood silently in front of him. Tall, muscular, dressed in tight black jeans and T, and ski-masked. He held Jeff's white T-shirt in his hands, and began tearing it apart.
"Hey!" Jeff protested, "That shirt cost thirty...GUMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!" His words were cut off as the intruder tied a thick strip of what had been Jeff's shirt into his mouth and tied it off behind his head, forming a thick cleave gag.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole." he growled, as he picked up more rope and began to tie Jeff's knees and ankles together. Still confused, Jeff didn't even struggle as he was bound and gagged by the stranger in his living room. After he tied off the last knot on Jeff's ankles, he stood up and went into the bedroom. Jeff heard the sounds of drawers being pulled and rifled through. Suddenly galvanized, he began to struggle like a madman. Grunting into the gag, he was furious that his massive strength had been negated by a few strands of strategically tied rope. Every movement of his hands caused the roping around his midsection to pull and tighten up around his groin and ass. Jeff had to admit that it wasn't an unpleasurable feeling, but he didn't have time for that now. Using every ounce of his upper-body strength, he managed to get up off the couch, balancing himself carefully on his bound legs. Carefully, he took one bunny-hop, then another, slowly making his way across the living room to the front door. If only he could get out into the hallway, he knew one of his neighbors would help him out.....
At last he reached the front door, and slowly pivoted his body around so his tied hands could grip the doorknob. Since his hands were tied at his ass-level, even the simple action of turning the doorknob became a challenge. Jeff's handsome face and body were drenched in sweat as he tried desperately to get a grip on the knob by bending his fingers upward. He noticed a sudden movement, and the intruder dashed from the bedroom door to where he stood.
"Going somewhere, muscle boy?" he said. "Don't think so!"
It just took a slight push, and Jeff crashed to the floor onto his back. The gag muffled his grunts as he struggled like a turtle upended on his shell. The intruder towered over him and stood watching, as if amused by Jeff's efforts. Suddenly, he squatted down, and began to run his hands over Jeff's meaty pecs. Jeff heard him mumble through the ski mask,
"Fuck, are you hot....", was what he said, as he kneaded Jeff's muscular chest and stomach, rubbing his thumbs firmly over his hardened nips. He dropped his hand down to Jeff's bound, denim-covered crotch, and moaned softly as he massaged the thick bulge of Jeff's manly package, causing Jeff's cock to swell against its already tight encasement.
Jeff moaned into his gag as he was XXXX by the stranger, and was surprised by the mixed messages his brain was transmitting. Jeff was always horny, and even this surprising and frightening situation caused the blood to rush from his brain right into his cock. He knew he should fight...fight hard....yet......
Suddenly, the stranger grabbed Jeff's massive shoulders and flipped him into his belly.
"If only....." he muttered, "Maybe next time. Thanks for the cash, dickwad!"
"MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!" was the only response Jeff could come up with as the stranger left his handsome victim writhing on the floor.
The End
Jeff played by Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:04/16/2006