Rope Gag by Gilroy

40 photos; 2:50 video

    “I’ve never actually done this before.”, Dan was nervous. As cute as this guy was, he was having second thoughts.  When he had replied to this guy’s online ad he had no idea the guy would be so kinky.   Though if he had wanted to back out, it was a little late now that he was bare ass naked with his hands tied behind his back.  And from the huge boner Dan’s trick had, he was really getting off  on having Dan tied up and helpless.

    “Don’t worry” Greg said a she checked the ropes around Dan’s body.  Virgins were always so much fun.  This one had been particularly easy.  And what a nice body.  Greg’s mind raced with al the things he was going to do with Dan.  The real fun began once Dan figured out that he wasn’t going to get free.
    Suddenly Greg’s cell phone went off.
    “Damn, sorry.  Important client”, Greg said as he answered.
    “Should we ..uhh do this later?” Dan asked. 

    “No!   No, not you.  Ok..uhhh I have that in my car. Can you hold”
    Greg hung up the phone.  “Ok slight snag.  Gotta go to my car and run a  few numbers off to my client. Won’t take a sec.”
    “Am I just supposed to just stand here naked and tied up?” Dan said incredulous.
    “No. “ Greg said as he led Dan to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. “I’ll just cover you up until I get back.”
    Tied up, Dan didn't’ see he had much of a choice.  He meekly accepted it as the blanket was placed over his head.

The Problem with Fraud by Caitiff

19 photos

 “Damn, not so tight!”, Reggie bitched as his friends bound hs hands behind his back.
“We gotta make it look good.” Dave, said as he worked on the knots.
“You don’t have to.. Mmpph!”, Reggie’s complaints were cut off as a strip of tape was plastered over his mouth. Reggie then had more rope tied around his body. Gagged and bound, reggie could only stare at his friends as he began to have second thoughts.
It had seemed like a good idea. His friends would tie Reggie’s ass up and take a few of the valuables in the house. Then when his girlfriend came home, he would get tonnes of sympathy and they would have to finally get that entertainment centre Reggie had been wanting. The insurance would pay for it all and Everybody would be happy.
But as he twisted in his bondage, Reggie realised he was really tied up. He would not be getting free until somebody let him go. But with this damn tape gag he certainly couldn’t back out now.

 Dave pushed Reggie down on the floor while Jerry and Tom picked up Reggie’s old crap. The PS/2, the worn out VCR and the 10 year old television, they all were taken away. They even took the little boom box stereo. Reggie comforted himself with thoughts of the new stuff he was going to be getting. Reggie could see a huge plasma television and a blue ray and a Wii and probably an entertainment centre.
His friends were not gentle as they moved The old stuff out. Jerry practically shoved Reggie out of the way as they walked the TV out the back where no one would see.
“Mmmmm!”, Reggie protested but gagged that meant very little. Reggie heard a crash from the kitchen and practically jumped out of his skin.
 “Sorry. My bad.”, Reggie heard one of his friends say. “Dropped a glass.”
“Don’t worry about it. It adds realism.” Reggie heard Tom say.
Don’t worry about it! These guys could be a bit more careful with his stuff.
“All right sunshine, time ot finish you off.”, Dave said as he lifted Reggie up to his feet and pushed him towards the couch. Reggie knew Dave was just kidding but he still wished his so called friend wouldn’t be so rough. and what did he mean, finish him off? Reggie was already bound and gagged. What more could they do to him?
Reggie hadn't’ considered he could have been hog tied. After he was laid on the couch, his feet were tied closely to his hands with more rope, leaving Reggie into a nice neat little package. Reggie was now really uncomfortable. He was also in way too deep now.
 “Ok, that’s the stuff. We’ll see you in a week so it doesn’t look suspicious. Your girl should be home in an hour. “, Dave said as he and the rest of Reggie’s friends finished up. “Hang tight!” reggie groaned at the horrible pun.
Soon he was alone. Reggie rolled around to test the ropes and as before, found he could not get free. he was stuck. Thank god his girlfriend, Julie would be home soon.
From the hallway, Reggie heard the phone ring and then the machine pick up. Julie’s voice came on, probably to say that she was at the airport and coming home.
Or not.
“Hey Honey. The airline screwed up my flight. I’m stuck in Denver for at least another day or more. I probably will be home tomorrow. I hope. Oh and I’m sorry but I forgot to mail off some of the bills like the renter’s insurance. But the guy said as long as we don't’ get robbed between now and when I get back, it should be ok. You take care. later. ”
Oh shit.

Model: Matthew

Phootgraphy by Caitiff

The Second Time by Kirkone

29 photos; 4:57 video

             Nick trashed against the rope.  He was tied snug.  He really did not want to get out.  As agreed, he was left alone for an hour.  When his new friend returned, he cut him free.  Nick rubbed his wrists.  He was hard as a rock.
 
            His daydream was ended by a sharp XXXX at the door.  Nick opened it, and his buddy was back.  But this time he was wrestled to the ground, and quickly bound at his wrists.  Nick’s heart was exploding in his chest as he struggled in the game: his mouth was stuffed and taped and his ankles roped.  Dumped on the bed, he awaited with great anticipation what was going to happen next.
 
            It was then that he felt there was something wrong.
 
            A second man entered the room.
 
            “Here are his car keys.  Bring the car to the front.”  Nick was puzzled why they would move his car until he watched his friend empty his wallet of cash and cards, and remove his jewelry.  “He moaned an “OH NO,” as he began to feel betrayed.  The other returned, and both men threw Nick on his belly.  One shoved his wrists torturously high behind his back, sending waves of agony through his shoulders, neck and back.  The other pulled his hair back, ripped the tape off his mouth, and put a knife to his throat.  “All your ATM codes – debit and credit, QUICK!  AND NOT ANOTEHR FUCKING WORD!”  Nick was so afraid he could not think, but another jerking of his arms behind his back XXXX the numbers from his mouth.

            Again he was gagged.  “Hogtie him!”  They pulled his ankles behind his back and bound them to his hands. 
 
            “Enjoy your second time SUCKER!”
 
            After six hours of struggle Nick was still tied up.  The maid heard his gagged pleas for help and found his bound and gagged. 
 
            The car was never found.  They had robbed him of five grand.
 
            But Nick did not mind.
 
            He was online the next day thinking about his upcoming third time.

Personal trainer by Kirkone

32 photos

            “Yeah, I like the development in my arms, biceps, triceps, and forearms:  a lot of strength development,” Leo said to his P.T. who had come to make an unusual “house call.”  He had suggested to Leo that he try a new method he was developing to maximize flexing with resulting muscular development.
 
            “It’s bigger than steroids!” the P.T. said.
 
            “OK, let’s try it,” Leo said, flexing his powerful arms in his wife beater.  “What do I have to do?”
 
            The P.T.’s heart was racing in his chest.  He knew this was a set-up.  He had fantasized for weeks about having Leo bound and gagged.  “Have to go slow and careful,” he thought.  With missing a beat he blotted out: “Well, put your arms behind your back so I can bind your wrists with this rope here!” 
 
            Leo had a strange look on his face, “Say what?”

           “Put your arms behind your back so I can tie up your hands.  You will feel the stress of your upper arms at your sides, staining especially your triceps.  As your work to get free, your biceps too get a full workout --- better than curls!
 
            Leo smiled.  “Sure,” and put his hands behind his back.  His P.T. crossed his wrists, and soon the clothesline was tight and snug around his crossed wrists.  Leo felt it to be a little too tight, but decided to say nothing so as not to look like a wimp. 
 
             “There, now break free and be sure to flex your arms a lot.”  Leo began to turn his wrists and lift his bound hands up and down his back, flexing his biceps against his sides.  He noticed a surge of power in his arms.  “Hey, I think you have something here.  This is a workout for sure,” Leo stated as his struggled against the ropework on his hands, numbing up as he spoke.  “Listen:  why not tie me up all the way?  I could give my legs a workout at the same time.
 
            The P.T.s heart jumped to his throat.  “Sure.  Put your legs together.”  Leo complied as his feet and legs were bound with the rope.  “Say, to make this real, let me gag you like you were robbed and the robber left you all tied up!”  Leo smiled.  “Go ahead!”  He took out Leo’s workout bandanna from his back pocket as used it as a gag.  Leo smiled.
 
            “OK, Escape.  And flex those muscles.  I’m going to take some pictures to ‘debrief’ you latter.
 
            Leo nodded and began to struggle and flex.  He got to his feet, and began to hop to the door, somehow now excited about being all tied up.  He even got to the doorknob and tried to open it.  The P.T. sensed Leo was into it as he clicked pictures, and grabbed him and shoved him to the floor.  “Trying to escape?  You’re my hostage!” 
 
            Leo played along and kept struggling, finally getting the gag out of his mouth.  It fell down his chin and he looked up at the trainer:
 
            “Say, you got any more rope in there.  I think you should tie my arms, then hogtie me, and, if you go to the closet, there is some duct tape.  Make this gag good. And tape my eyes.
 
            As you could imagine, the Physical Trainer was all too happy to comply as he tightly hogtied Leo, photographing his flexing and sweating as Leo learned the way of the rope. 

Horny

25 photos; 5:59 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/15/2010

Tempers Flare by Caitiff

28 photos; 6:17 video

 
“Fuck You!” Todd yelled at his asshole of a boyfriend.
“No, fuck you!” his asshole of a boyfriend yelled back.
And so it went, each screaming at the other louder and louder. Finally Todd ended it like
he always did, by running away. He practically jumped out of the car while it still moving.
Fortunately his boyfriend wasn't’ such an asshole that he didn’t hit the breaks, probably saving Todd from breaking his neck.
Todd got out of the car, slammed the door and stormed off. Having had enough of his bullshit, Todd’s boyfriend drove off.
Great what now? Todd asked himself as he looked up and down the long deserted country road. He tried his cell phone only to get no bars at all.
“Shit!”, Todd yelled at no in particular. This was not the first time his temper had gotten him in trouble, Just an hour before he had insulted a guy at a bar where he and his boyfriend had been drinking. The guy had been livid. Good thing for Todd that his friends had been there.
Todd heard a car coming up from behind. Great a ride, Todd thought but soon changed his mind when he saw the driver. It was that guy from the bar. Oh great, this day was just getting better and better.
“Hey!”, The guy said as he got out of his car.
“Hey what?”, Todd retorted. Admittedly neither was going to win any come back awards.
The smart thing would have been to leave it at that, to walk away. However, Todd’s temper had already flared up again and he was not going to back down. In a display of bravado, Todd threw his jacket onto the ground.
And so the cycle continued. Todd gave a snide comment, the guy retorted and on it went. What Todd did not expect however, was how quickly it got physical. The guy grabbed Todd. Despite his best efforts, Todd couldn't’ break loose. Then things got worse when his attacker took out some rope.
Todd had never been tied up before and couldn’t believe how quickly he was made helpless. Before he knew what was going on, Todd found his hands bound tightly behind his back and more rope around his chest. Now tied up Todd began to realize how screwed he really was.
“Help! Somebody help me..mmmmpphh!”, Todd’s plea for help were cut off as the guy covered Todd’s mouth with tape. Soon nothing could be heard from Todd but incoherent moaning through his tape gag.
“Not so smart mouthed now, are you?”, Todd’s attacker gloated as he shoved his captive around to the back of his car.
Todd did not like where this was going. Clearly he was now being XXXX. The guy was forcing him into the back of his car. Unfortunately Todd had even less power to resist then he had before, being bound and gagged.
Though he tried to fight, Todd soon found himself stuffed into the trunk.
“Mmmpphhaammmm!”, Todd tried to make the guy see reason but the gag made everything he said into pitiful moaning. Desperately Todd tried to struggle to get free from the ropes but the ropes held him fast. Todd’s attacker seemed to really enjoywatching his hostage squirm in the bondage.
Hope you are having fun because you’re going to stay bound and gagged for a long time. I have got so much planned for you and there’s nothing you can do or say about it.”
“Mmmm!”, was all Todd could say before the door of the trunk was slammed shut. Todd could hear the car start soon after and begin driving off to who knew where.
In hindsight, Todd’s boyfriend had not been such an asshole after all. If only Todd had kept his big mouth shut. Now he had a gag to do it for him. Too bad Todd had learned that lesson too late.
The End?

Todd played by Andrew
The Angry Guy played by Zac
Photography by Zac

Date of Production:04/14/2010

All Holds Barred by MArty

28 photos

Brett groaned and mmmphed through the cloth and tape that held him tightly gagged. He was dressed in his wrestling singlet and had been bound hand and foot, XXXX just before the big meet. The XXXX that had been XXXX up his nose was having some lingering effects, and the room was spinning as he focussed on his XXXX, not an altogether bad-looking fellow in his mid-thirties and big-boned, attractive but very offbeat. He rubbed his crotch as he watched Brett struggle.

"I win, you know," he said. "Not you."

Brett moaned through the gag and struggled with all his might, to no avail.

"This is it, you know," the guy continued. "This is forever. It's just your bad luck that you'd be wrestling with my nephew today. But I can't let you win." He fingered the ropes that held Brett tight, every once in a while playing with a nipple or whatever else struck his fancy. Brett moaned and struggled, and felt utterly helpless as his asshole relaxed in anticipation of what would surely be the guy's reckless assault with his fingers and anything else he wanted.

"So here's what's gonna happen," the guy said, caressing Brett's face and planting a big kiss on his forehead. "I'm gona have my way with you. For as long as I want to. Days, weeks, months. Any way I like. If I want to ungag you and kiss your sexy mouth, I'm gonna do that. But your gag will go right back on when I'm done. If I want to ungag you and stick my dick in your mouth, I'm gonna do that. But your gag will go right back on when I'm done. More importantly, I can do whatever I want to you. I can lick anything of yours I want, I can suck anything of yours I want, I can fuck anything of yours I want. Do you understand?"

Brett moaned again through his gag and nodded furiously.

"Good," the guy said, planting a big kiss squarely in the middle of Brett's gagged mouth. "Let's start with this."

Brett played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Helping Hand

22 photos; 6:37 video

Model: Uriah
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/11/2011

You Know Whats Going to Happen by Soft Touch

25 photos

"YOU KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?"

By SoftTouch

"You know what's gonna happen to you now?"

"I didn't do nothing, Boss."

"You got diarrhea of the mouth, Louie."

"I just told my brother-in-law, that's all."

"We know, and now you gotta pay. First we're gonna shut that big mouth of yours. And then we're gonna ship you out to the farm."

"Mmhat marm?"

"You don't know about the farm, Louie? That's where we plant all of that hazardous waste stuff out in the swamp. Got a crew of guys just like you. We feed them turnips, cabbages and grits. Turnips, cabbages and grits every day until they get too skinny to work. "

"Mmo! Mmou man't moo ghat goo me!"

"'Course you don't want to work, we can plant you right away. Now you stay right here. I've gotta make a couple of calls."

The Boss was crazy. I was crazy. This whole mess was crazy. I had to get out of here!

There wasn't anybody watching me. If I could make it out to the kitchen?

Yea, so far so good. Now I just needed something to cut these ropes with. It wasn't easy all tied up like this, but I managed to get a drawer open. And then I fished around inside until my fingers came up with ­ A dipper? No, you idiot! You need something sharp!

A knife! Yes, that was it! Now if I could just cut these ropes?

"Louie, you're just about the dumbest slob I've ever seen!"

"Mmo mease, Moss. MmI mon't mike mabbages."

"Shut up or I'll stuff you in a barrel right here!"

"Now get down on that floor and roll over on that big belly of yours. I'm gonna have to tie you up like one of those turkeys."

"Mmease, Moss! Mmon't met ghem make me!"

"Now Louie, don't worry. You see you've got it all wrong. It's not the cabbages you have to worry about. It's all those grits. They taste terrible!"

"Now you just lie real quiet now. Pretty soon now the truck will be here to take you away, and then all of your problems will be solved."

THE END

Louie played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 05/23/2002

Made More Comfortable

25 photos; 5:08 video

Model: GarretJan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/11/2013

Grabbed by Ivor Coccone

24 photos

There was this hot fucking guy in the football team at my college, Drew, I always wanted a piece of him, but could never get my act together to hold a decent conversation with him, since I wasn't into football there wasn't a lot we could talk about.

He must have noticed my eyes on him in the corridor and in the classroom, but he never acted on it. I'm a straight acting, well built guy myself so I guess either he wasn't interested or he never worked out why I looked at him.

Lucky for me I have a good friend in the football coach here on campus, he's only a few years older than me, we grew up together. He knows I'm gay and enjoys teasing me with stories of the boys in the team. And he knows I have a major soft spot for Drew.

As we're in most of the same classes, sometimes Barry, the coach, tells me to pass on messages to Drew, reminding him of the times of training, whatever I can find to use as an excuse to talk to the dude basically!

But this one time as we were getting to the end of our final year in college, I thought I'd keep this little piece of information to myself. I was supposed to tell him that training for that afternoon was canceled, but I had a better idea!

 This would work if he didn't get to talk to anyone else in the team, so it was a longshot. I'd dreamed of him bound and gagged for so long, I was at boiling point and this seemed like my last opportunity before he disappeared out of my college and out of my life.

By 5 pm, the football ground was desolate. The kids had all gone home from school and I was waiting in the shadows for my beefy prey. My car was parked just the other sides of the stalls, well not mine but an old thing that had been left at the janitors for months that I happened to know was not being used. I was dressed in black and wearing a black balaklava.

At 5.10 precisely Drew appears, Barry always told me Drew was infamous for his lateness. He takes a seat in the stalls with his bag, I have to act quick at this point because I know the dumb guy ain't so dumb that he'll figure out there's no practice soon.

 With my replica .45 I move towards the dude and grab his shirt, mmm, he looks so good.

"You're coming with me, punk, no arguments", I say and wave the "XXXX" in his face.

Naturally he obliges and I push him onto the back seat of the car.

He's looking at me with bewilderment, but before he can say anything I tape his mouth shut, tight across his lips.

Then I say "Get your hands together in front of you, kid" and he obliges and I tape them together tight too! His ankles are next, taped tight together.

 MMMMM, my dick is BIG in my pants!

He slouches down in the seat, WHAT A FUCKING PICTURE, gotta remember this scene forever!

This hottie bound & gagged in the back of my car? Not in a million years! Yet here he was! I savored the moment and added another strip of duct to his mouth for good measure, then I grabbed his gagged face and said,

 "Don't worry kid, I ain't gonna hurt you, we're just gonna go for a ride and if you behave I may even buy you an ice cream!"

 "MMMMMWWWWWWAAAAA?"

"Behave boy", I said and flashed the replica again. Ah, control!

I ripped off a strip of duct and sealed it across his eyes,

"This is a mystery trip, dude", I said.

 I'm surprised we got to our destination in one piece because my eyes spent much more time looking in the rear view mirror at my squirming, buff captive than they did on the road.

I was only driving the dude back to his place, I knew where he lived and knew there wouldn't be anyone around and I thought I could just leave him there without worrying as he was only tied with tape he'd soon wrestle himself free after i was gone.

 We pulled up and in my husky bastards voice I told him "We're here" and I got out and dragged him out of the car.

 His body language was all kinda dejected as he stood, all taped up and defeated, against the car and if my cock weren't so hard I might've felt a bit guilty.

I pushed him to the ground so he was sat on his derriere.

"I'm gonna untie your hands for a moment kid, but any funny business and you'll face the XXXX, ok?"

"Mmmmpppppffff", he said, wasn't he a good lad?

 I ripped off the duct and pulled his hands behind his back where I taped them together tightly at the wrists. Mmmmmm that looked much better.

"Bet you're wondering why the hell I'm doing this to you, hey boy and where the hell you are?" I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPFPFFFF!"

Well, I'm just a horny gay guy who's had my eye on you for awhile, I'm a Leatherman and a bondage master, you know what that means, boy?"

 Silence.

I pulled him up to his feet and pushed him up against the wall.

"Thinkin' I want you for my boy, my sub, my slave, kid."

"MMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!"

Drew kinda went crazy at this point and threw himself to the ground where he proceeded to struggle and roll around.

 The sight was fucking' erotic!

"It's cool kid, relax", I said. "Your pretty gorgeous and I'd love you for my boy, but I'd never seriously do that to you, like TAKE the rest of your life."

Drew was still for a moment then as I started to walk away he started getting more agitated, as if calling me back.

"You're just outside of your house, bro", I said, "you'll get that tape off in no time, chill out!"

Still, as I got in the car, he continued to scream into the gag and struggle with the tape and I couldn't help wondering, as I drove off, if he was screaming to be set free or screaming because he wanted to be my boy. Or maybe he just wanted his ice cream. Guess I'll never know.

fin

Drew played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2003

Friends

33 photos

Gotcha by Justin

29 photos

I was just waiting for the pizza boy so when the doorbell rang I just opened it. My major mistake. Todd was there and just pushed his way into my apt.
"What the fuck do you want asshole" I yelled.
He just smiled and grabbed me by the wrist. "You know why I am here, don't ya? Fag Boi", "What do you do Fag boi Cliff with my jock staps and filthy gym socks, HMMM? Do you sniff em? Do you wank off in them?HMMMM, Do you lick up you own cum off my sweaty jock strap boi. I want them back get it, Fag Boi ! Understand, but first I am going to have a bit a FUN" He barked still smiling. 
He proceeded to cover my mouth with his sweaty hand, I could taste the salt off his palm.
"Two jockstraps and three pair of dirty worn white gym socks. You stole them from my locker" He twisted my right arm behind my back and roughly handgagged me closing the door with his size 12 foot.
 I didn't think anybody had seen me break in to Todd's locker. The basketball team was practicing and it was late.
"You forgot the video camera, Prickface, just your luck" I should have gone to the cops with the video tape but I thought this would teach you a lesson in humility and respect for other men's property. He was sickly smiling as he tied a white rope around my shaking body.
" Please don't SIR, not this rope, I have never been tied up before" I cried out. "Please Todd, I will pay you for the jocks and the soiled socks" I yelped.
He said" Yes you will but I have heard enough out off your mouth for the moment" He took out a roll of blue tape and proceeded to tape my mouth shit.
 " No don't mmmmpppppppfffffftttthhhh" My mouth was taped and my dick was now hard. I prayed Todd did not notice this. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip of my prick. I was barefooted and Todd removed his shoes and white gym socks. I could see the sweat on and between his perfect toes..
The tape was sucure as was the white rope. I was totally trapped. My cock started to throb. I was sitting on a chair and Todd was straddling me smiling. I couldn't utter a word.
"pluzzzzzmmmffff" I moaned.

 Todd started to move his large hands under my armpits, pulling on my hair . He was staring at me eye to eye. I know he felt my hard dick as he was sitting on it. He just smiled. He started playing and twisting my tits. All I could do was moan. Pre cum slowly slipping out of my dick hole. He tied my ankles with more white rope, positioned my size 10 feet and tickle torture began. I laughed and cried at the same time. He would not stop. An hour went by, it seemed endless, I was lost. I had shot a load in my trousers as soon as he started the tickle torture and now my cock was hard again.
" I will now tickle you feet till you piss your pants" He exclaimed. "You can clean up the CUM in your shorts with your own piss, Great idea" he barked.   
I held on to my piss, I was not going to do this ever, I hoped.He started to lick my ear, telling me how cute I was for a fag boi. He said he was straight and only fucked chicks but that this was different as humiliation was the order of the day. Like in a Frat House. He fucked lot's of  freshmen dudes who wanted in the Frat.
He continued to lick my ear. I was delirious, My toes and soles were tingling.
 "Well Fag Boi" Todd exclaimed "What have we got here" "You already shot a boi fag load, ready for another?"  Todd undid my jeans, slowly reached into my crotch and as his hand touched my cum filled white briefs my dick shot another load. My tied ankles stretching as were my toes. I felt humiliated and degraded.
"You will pay for my Jocks and sweat socks you stole boi and as a punishment you will clean my toilet and wash my sweaty gym clothes for the rest of the term. GET IT?"
 I nodded yes, relieved the cops were not called in. I pulled his hand from my crotch, my cum still on his fingers and wiped his hand in my hair.
" I am now going to jerk off on you boi" You will not wash you cum filled hair and go to class tomorrow with my CUM in it"  I will tell the team all about you Cliff. He was 100% right. After all I was a THIEF and need to be punished.

Todd played by Troy
Clint played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

Patrick Hogtied

23 photos; 3:49 video

The Wrong House by SoftTouch

32 photos

            Following the instructions that the Lambda House had left for Tobie was fairly easy.  Find the van parked behind the grocery store, go inside, tie the purple bandanna over your eyes, and wait.  Tobie wanted to be accepted as a Pledge at the Lambda House in the worst way so he did exactly as he was told.
            Now Tobie was sitting inside the van with the soft cloth of the folded bandanna pressing his eyes closed.  And then he heard the door of the van open, someone came in and closed the door, and then whoever it was sat down very close to Tobie.
            “Are you from the Lambda House?” Tobie asked the darkness.  There was no answer.  And then Tobie began to smell a strange sweet kind of smell like the guy was wearing some strong cologne or something.  “Ooh!  What is that smell?”
            “Something for you to sniff,” a deep voice answered.
            “Sniff…?  I don't want to sniff anything.”
            Suddenly a big wad of damp cloth was being pressed over Tobie’s nose and mouth and the sweet smell on the cloth was so overpowering that he began to gag.  Tobie tried to tell him to stop, and he tried to back his face away from the XXXX cloth, but then another hand grabbed him by the back of his head and began pushing his face deeper and deeper into the damp folds of cloth.  And then a strange dizziness and darkness took Tobie away.
            By the time the dizziness lifted, Tobie knew that he was in a different place and he was feeling very confused.  The Lambda House was devoted to poetry and the arts.  Why would they treat him like this?  First there was that awful smelling cloth, and now Tobie could feel tight ropes hugging his ankles and thighs, and his chest and his wrists.  But worst of all Tobie now had some kind of thick rag tied between his teeth and filling up his mouth up with cloth.  And Tobie was feeling like he had made a terrible mistake.
            Suddenly somebody’s hands were on Tobie’s head and impatient fingers were yanking the bandanna blindfold off of his eyes.  Bright light made Tobie blink his eyes several times before he could see anything at all.  Then he looked around at a strange untidy bedroom and realized “This wasn't the Lambda House!”
            And then Tobie saw a big guy coming toward him.  The guy was dressed in jeans and a dirty sweatshirt and he had one of those rubber monster masks pulled down over his face.  And then Tobie saw something else.  The insignia on the sweatshirt was the insignia of the Hydras.  “Oh no!”  The Hydras were a crazy fringe fraternity that you would have to be completely insane to join.  People said that they practiced black magic, and they held crazy rituals, and now they held Tobie.
            “Let me out of here!” Tobie screamed as loud as he could into his mouthful of rag.  That was a mistake.
            Immediately the big guy pounced on Tobie and held him by his face while he held a beefy hand over Tobie’s gagged lips and  sneered from behind the ugly rubber mask “You ain't be hurt yet, pledge.  You want to be hurt?”
            Fear clutched at Tobie’s heart and made his insides feel queasy.
            “Now lie back on that bed and let me have a look at you.”  Strong hands pushed Tobie back onto the unmade bed and the monster mask began circling the bed and making strange chuckling sounds while he looked over his captive from every angle.  “Not bad,” the monster decided.  “Now roll over, go on!”
            Tobie didn't want to, but he didn't know what else to do.  So he struggled against the ropes and finally made himself roll over until he was lying face down on top of the smelly bedding.
            “You got nice buns pledge.  You ever been strapped or birched?”
            A moan rose up out of Tobie’s throat and he shook his head from side to side.
            “All right, back on your back.  Hurry up!  I got to get you ready for the other guys.”
            What other guys?  What were they going to do?  Tobie didn't like this at all.  Somehow he managed to roll his body over until he was lying on his back again.  And then he looked up and saw the monster mask coming toward him .
            “No!  Don’t !” Tobie screamed into his mouthful of soggy rag.
            But the monster mask just laughed.
            Tobie was so scared that he couldn't watch so he closed his eyes and tried very hard to ignore the feeling of someone else’s hands on his body and pulling at his clothes until finally he felt a draft and opened his eyes to see where it was coming from.  Now Tobie’s pants were all cut and pulled down below his knees and the monster mask was leering at his little green jockstrap and his bare thighs.
            “Not bad,” the monster mask decided, “But you need a shave.”
            A shave!  Tobie screamed inside his frightened mind.  They couldn't shave me!
            But then as Tobie looked up at the leering monster mask again he realized that there no limits on what these crazy Hydras might do to him.
            “Okay pledge, you're gonna lie right here on this bed and I'm gonna make some phone calls so the other Hydras know you're ready to give them some entertainment.”

            The monster mask walked out of the room.  Tobie tried to pinch himself.  Was this some kind of crazy nightmare he was dreaming?  No, it was all too real and Tobie suddenly realized that he didn't want to find out what kind of entertainment these Hydras might like.  He had to get out of here now!
            First Tobie wormed around on the bed and contorted his body in different ways while he tried desperately to get his fingers on the knots of the ropes that were holding him prisoner.  But, even when he managed to get his fingers on the ropes, he discovered that the knots were too tightly tied for him to even budge.
            Then Tobie became even more desperate while he managed to get his tied feet down on the floor and then levered himself up into a standing position.  Then he began to move his feet back and forth as much as the tight ropes would let him and began taking these tiny steps away from the bed.  Little by little, Tobie managed to get his bound body almost to the bedroom doorway.
            Suddenly the monster mask appeared in the doorway and clamped a big hand over Tobie’s mouth while the monster’s other hand grabbed a handful of Tobie’s shirt and began pushing him back toward the bed.
            “You just made a major mistake,” the monster mask informed him.  “Now I'm gonna have to tie you really tight, and when the guys get here, we're gonna have to punish you even more than the last Lambda we captured.”
            They'd captured other Lambdas?  They'd done this before?  Why didn't anybody ever tell Tobie these things?  These were the kind of desperate thoughts young Tobie was having while his trussed body was being manhandled back onto the bed.  Then the monster mask laughed an evil laugh while he began tying more and more rope between Tobie’s wrists and ankles until Tobie's numb fingers were close to his tingling toes.
            “Now don't go anywhere,” the monster mask advised.  “We’re gonna have us a real party tonight!”  And then the monster began to laugh and laugh as he went out the door.
            And each laugh was like the cut of a whip on Tobie’s bound body while he felt the tears running down out of his eyes to mix in with the drool that was dripping out of his mouth.  He was definitely in the wrong house, and nobody might ever hear of him again.

Tobie played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/24/2005

Tickle Discipline by Justin

32 photos; 3:11 video

   I spun him around and took the leather gag out of him mouth and quickly replaced it with a red ball gag. I worked fast he could not get anothe word out.
"MMMPPPHHHFFFF" 
"QUIET, or I will shave you head and crotch."  He calmed down and stopped moving.  I undid his wrists from the leather bondage cuffs and spread his arms ,  fastening them spead eagle to the side of my bed with white strong rope.  Watching him my Dick got rock hard. I could see his eyes staring at my dick thru my suit trousers. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my 9 incher. Jeff’s eyes popped out. He had never seen my Dick as this was a business arrangement. UNTIL NOW. . I enjoyed looking at him, watching me step out of my trousers. I removed my black silk boxer shorts. leaving on my dress shirt and power tie. I pulled up my sheer black nylon over the calf socks and garters, leaving on my wing-tip black lace-up shoes.

   I flip him on his back his head on MY pillow.  He looked almost confy except he was spread and bound and tied.  BINGO. He had strated to sport WOOD. Now this was not going to be a XXXX ,this was going to be a hard dry fuck (with a condom) and some spit.  A Bondage Fuck, with my New Slave, not Houseboy. SLAVE! I had given Jeff a raise in position.
"Jeff, do you want to be my slave?" Yes he nodded.  "I am granting you this wish."  You are now the property of  Trent Benedick" With that, I climbed onto the bed and took his now hard Prick into my moth. while finger fucking his tight asshole.  He moaned.  "It's Ok Baby, I going to take you to PARADISE". 

Jeff played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Stroking the Intern by TBBM

20 photos; 5:12 video

The Intern played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/23/2018

Bound Boi by Sammy

28 photos; 4:36 video

Game, Set , Match by Fidelis

25 photos

I crouched by the door, waiting for the guy to get home. I’d been staking his place out for a week, and he had a routine you could set your watch by. This was going to a piece of cake. It had taken me about 10 seconds to get in through the back door – this guy had no security system, no light sensors, nothing. The baby stockbroker jock wasn’t so smart. This was going to be the easiest thousand bucks that I had earned in a long time. The Boss had told me that he wanted the guy out of commission for 24 hours. The Boss really wanted to win the big tennis match tomorrow. I’d already taken one guy out of the match – a little motor oil on his front step and …wham, the poor guy went down and broke his arm. The Boss said that he wanted something a little more personal this time. This stockbroker had beaten the pants off the Boss last week, and the Boss didn’t like to lose. Ever. Especially not to some kid, barely out of college. "Vito, you can do anything you want with this kid, anything. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Just keep him occupied until Saturday night. " Once I’d had a look at the guy, I couldn’t wait until Friday night.
It was 9.44. The yuppie stockbroker should just be turning up his front walk, back from his run. I peered through the blinds. Yep, here he came, right on time. I pulled my XXXX out of my bag, and waited while he did his stretching exercises. I could see the sweat glistening on his chest while he loosened up. I leaned down and got some rope from my handy bag of tricks. I had plans for this jock, and those plans didn’t involve us playing chess for the next twenty-four hours.
I laughed when I saw the look of shock on the jock stockbroker’s face when he walked through his front door. "Who the fuck are you?" Then he took me by surprise, trying to rush me. I had to give the kid some credit – he was brave, but not too smart. I guess that he thought that all of the hours he had spent in the gym working on that hot body gave him an advantage. But this yuppie didn’t grow up in the Flats like me; dirty fighting was in my blood. A punch in the gut, and a knee to the chin, and the jock was lying on the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.
A minute later, and I had his hands tied nice and tight in front of him, arms lashed to his body, and a nice piece of rope around his neck to limit his mobility.
"Get out of my house, scum bag. I’m going to stomp your sorry ass from here to…MMMMPHHHH." The greasy bandanna that I had been keeping in reserve for use on this yuppie jock came in handy. I whipped it out of my back pocket and shoved it between his teeth. I felt my cock jump as he XXXXd on it.
"GMMFUCKINMMPUNK. MMULLMMREGRETMTHISMASSHOLE." He flipped me the finger. I liked the jock’s spirit; it was going to make the next day a lot of fun, but his yelling through the bandanna was getting on my nerves. I should have brought a dirty jockstrap with me, to shove down that big jock throat, but I did have something else with me that would keep him quiet. There, that was much better. That yellow tape looked good with his blue eyes, eyes that were spitting defiance. He was still gurgling away behind his gag, but the volume was considerably reduced.
The jock made a rush for the door, trying to escape, but he didn’t have a chance. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back into the room. I shoved my XXXX into his chest and made him back up, until he fell back onto the couch. He lashed out at me with one of his feet. I had no trouble jumping out of the way, but this guy was really starting to irritate me. I was going to teach this yuppie jock who was in charge here.
"That’s a lot better, isn’t it, stud? I’ve got myself a nice big jock package to play with. You and me are going to be really good buddies before the night is out. What do you think about that?"
Good, now he was looking scared. The dumb jock had probably thought that this was going to be a routine break in, but I could see that the good buddies reference was giving him food for thought, and that particular thought was giving him indigestion. He started rolling around on the couch, mmmphing and struggling, but he wasn’t going anywhere, not the way that I had him tied up. I thought that the XXXX around his neck was a particular stroke of genius. I had this yuppie jock stockbroker at my mercy, and I intended on enjoying every minute of it. Maybe I should be the one paying the Boss!

I grabbed the jock by his hair and pulled him upright. I ran a hand down his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze. "Gee, buddy, you must really work out to keep your body in shape like this. It feels good to me. Let’s see what else you have."
"MMMPHHHNNNOOOOO!!!! MMWHATMMDOING? GMMFFFMMSTOP!!!"
The jock really started getting agitated as I yanked down his shorts. He didn’t seem as cocky as he had been just a short time ago. He was yelping and trying to get away from me, but there wasn’t anywhere that he could go, not the way he was tied up. I put my arms under his legs, scooping them up and pushing him back onto the couch at the same time. Oh my my my; didn’t that look sweet!
"That’s a real nice looking butt that you’ve got there, jock. Real nice. Woohoo, we’re going to have some fun tonight, aren’t we?"

The poor guy was shaking his head back and forwards, whimpering as he rolled himself up into a tight little ball. It was pathetic the way that he thought he could protect himself. I reached in between his legs to cop a feel and…surprise, surprise!!!! The yuppie jock was as hard as a rock. This wasn’t a development that I had expected. He moaned with shame as I stroked his erection. "MMMNOOOO. MMPLLLEEEZZMMDONT." He looked at me, those big blue eyes pleading with me.
"Don’t you worry big boy. It looks like both of us are going to have fun tonight."

The Jock played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Friction

30 photos; 4:04 video

Man Handled

25 photos; 4:48 video

Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:  05/02/2018

Re-Prisoned by Caitiff

24 photos; 5:21 video

Taped by Caitiff

24 photos; 5:56 video

Control by Fidelis

35 photos