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

Masked

30 photos; 6:05 video

The Bound Guy played by Adam
The Masked Man played by Evan

Date of Production: 05/02/2018

Leather Boi Gagged

26 photos; 4:43 video

Leather Boi played by  Tommy Gunn
Bad guy played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2017

On the Bench pt 2

21 photos; 4:31 video

Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2017

White Briefs

20 photos

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Take Your Punishment by Caitiff

22 photos; 2:48 video

Office Revenge by Justin

31 photos

 My name is Rick. I have been working for these two straight assholes for 9 months now. All I hear at the office. (they are lawyers and roomates) is how many chicks they Bang. They use me as a go-fer calling me Fag and Queer-boy. It was time for my Revenge! I have had enough of this Shit.
I hired a mate I met in the local pub.  I knew my bosses ate Pizza every Friday evening.I had two toy objects I told my pal, that we would pay the Pizza man off and then ring the bell with ski masks on.
 When Mike The Blonde with no face hair answered the door, I pushed my self in , my pal in back of me. My voice changed I ordered" Sit on the fucking sofa, do not EVER speak, You both might just get out of this alive" 
Shaking they sat, hands raised. I threw them several bandanna's orderering them to GAG THEMSELVES. They did as ordered. "This is a robbery boys." I yelled. I picked up their Boots and  long black socks. stuffing them into a trash bag.  Barefooted and scared shitless they sat.
 I blindfolded Joe, and yanked on his face hair. I wanted Mike to see what was happening, for now.  We tied their hand's with white ruff rope, " MMMMFFFFPPPPLLLUUUZZZ" Mike yelped through his gag. "Are you two fags, you look like fags" I asked both shook their heads ,NO.  "Bullshit" I answered , I no a Fag when I see one. . I tied their ankles together,  Mike was pleased with his eyes. Tears rolled down his check.. "hahaha"  "I think these two fags need to be XXXX Stripped. buck Naked" I mused outloud.  They turned to each other and grunted.  "NNOOFFFFFFFFMMMPPPPPP".

 Naked from the waist up I threw them down to the carpet.  Ankles untied for the moment. I could see Joe start to get a Hard Dick under his Levi's. hmmmm.  I tied them Back to Back, leaving their ankles still untied.   Then tied their ankles . I enjoyed watching them struggle and moan. " Maybe We will piss on you to Fag Boys?" I yelled.   "Let's "Strip these Queers"  They fought to not have their Levi's pulled down and off. I held the XXXX to each of their temples. That quieted them down.  It always does, You know!.  Finally Levi's removed , there they were Naked . I order them to their feet and tied them to an partition in the room. Joe's dick was Hard. Mike was to scared to sport a Hard cock.

 I wrapped a roped tightly around them . Then moved to secure their ankles. I told them we were photographing them and if they told the Coppers, all these picture would flood the Net and also to all their clients.  We went and made ourselves several bourbon and Coke's, and watched for over an hour as these two straight motherfuckers, tied naked to a bloody pole in the living room, fought the ropes that cut and tore into their flesh. Pleading, begging, Joe never lost his hard Cock. I finally went over to him and pissed on his Cock and then jerked him off with my urine as a help instead of spit.  He Cam and shot accross the rug and moaned. We finished out drinks, wipped the prints off the glasses . My Mate Pissed on the blonde, Mike, with the Ink on his arm, chest and back. "Hey, this doesn't wash off" We laughed . We took all the money, watches, rings,  and the shoes and boots from the closet. We cut the legs off all of the expensive suits and arms off the dress shirts and cut all their "Power" silk ties in half.  We pissed in their underwear drawer. and cut all their silk and nylon over the calf socks, down to ankle length. hahaha. . Not the worst Friday evening I have ever spent. TGIF.    

Mike played by Troy
Joe played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

House Warming by Caitiff

19 photos

Ted was all set to begin his new life. He had his stuff down in the U-Haul and the keys to his new apartment were in his hand. The apartment was small but it was perfect for his new start since leaving his boyfriend. Finally Ted would be free. Free from lying boyfriends and screaming bosses and stuck up neighbours. Just a quiet life to himself for a while.
Lost in thought, Ted didn't’ notice the man already in his apartment. Not until he was already being hit over the head. Ted slumped ot the ground, prone and helpless.
What came after was a blur to Ted. He could feel his hands being bound together. More rope was tied around his torso like a harness. Ted had a weird feeling of floating, as if he was being suspended.
 Slowly Ted’s mind cleared from the viscous blow. He was on his couch. Red rope was tied around his body and hands.
 “What the hell?”, Ted managed to blurt out before a foul tasting piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. Ted almost choked when he realised it was his jock strap. “Mmmmph!”, Ted moaned in protest as rope was tied around his head, making sure he could not spit out the gross gag stuffed in his mouth.
The man who had assaulted him was rough as he gagged Ted. While he was furious, Ted was also scared shitless. This guy had already shown he wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence. And right now Ted was in no position to defend himself.
“Mmmmffuuummmuuuu?!”, Ted tried to ask, though the gag made it unintelligible. Ted’s captor responded by pressing his booted foot on top of Ted’s chest, pushing down hard until it became hard for Ted to breathe.
 “You’ve been a bad boy, Tony. Your wife’s none too happy with you!”
Tony? His WIFE!? Ted sure as hell had never had a wife. He had been so gay all of his life he had pretty much never been in the closet. What the hell?
The man continued, “So she hired me to make sure you get what you deserve.”
Wait, wasn’t the last guy who lived here named Tony? Ted had been sorting through the last tenet’s mail that had been left piling up. Oh shit, and this thug thought he was this Tony guy.
“Mmmmm! Mmmm..urk....”, Ted tried to protest but the thug’s boot came down on top of his mouth. Though he didn't’ put as much pressure he had on Ted’s chest, the thug’s message was clear. Even if Ted was gagged, his captor would tolerate no lip.
“Let’s make you more comfortable.”, the man said as he got out more rope. This time Ted’s leg was bent at the knee, his shin and thigh tied together. Again, the man was not gentle as he tugged on the rope and left no slack whatsoever. Then Ted’s other leg was tied the same way. This guy knew his stuff. Even if Ted had been alone, he couldn’t have hopped or used his feet in any way. But to make sure, more rope was tied from Ted’s legs to each side of the couch. Now Ted couldn’t even get off the couch.

 Next came Ted’s hands. Obviously the guy realised that Ted might be able to get free with his hands tied in front of them as they were. So Ted soon found his hands tied to the railing behind his head. Now for all practical purposes spread eagled, Ted felt exposed and helpless. His face grew red with anger, fear and embarrassment. But somehow Ted sensed that his ordeal had only just begun. This was confirmed when his captor began checking the ropes. His hands not only fiddled with knots, cruelly tightening each, but also lingered over Ted’s body. His chest was felt up and his ass squeezed through his tight jeans.
“Now the real fun begins”, Ted captor said, leering at his bound and gagged prisoner.

Ripped Off by Gilroy

35 photos; 5:34 video

Throwing the Game by Caitiff

23 photos; 5:16 video

Surprise Package by Soft Touch

26 photos

            There it goes again!  Lewie hated being interrupted when he was watching the ball game, but he was definitely hearing screwy noises down in his basement.  It had better not be those rats, Lewie thought as he trudged down the stairs.  Lewie hated rats.
            “Anybody down here?” Lewie asked the dark shadows of the basement and then laughed at himself for asking such a silly question.
            “Took you long enough,” a cold voice answered just before Lewie felt a big clammy hand clamped over Lewie’s mouth.  “Don't you pay no attention when you got people making noises down in your basement?”
            The big hand moved from Lewie’s lips down to his shoulder and Lewie looked back to see—“Vic!  What're you doing here?”
            “The Boss wants to see you.”
            “But I just saw Martie yesterday,” Lewie started looking for a way out.
            “Not Martie,” Vic growled, “The Big Boss down in Mineral City.  Seems like that last shipment you sent came in a little light.”
            “But that wasn't me!  That shipment was right!  I know it was!” Lewie panicked.
            Vic’s big hand pushed Lewie down to his knees and then wrapped itself around Lewie’s mouth again.  “You want to be called Lewie or Lumpy?”  Vic said.  “Smart thing for you to do right now is to start cooperating,” Vic advised with a threat in his voice.
            Lewie’s mind was in a whirl while Vic tossed a bunch of XXXX-up pieces of Lewie’s spare clothesline on the floor and then began using pieces of the rope to tie up Lewie’s body with the sure hands of an expert.    And what an idiot he'd been to come down here looking for prowlers in his bare feet and cut-offs like he was going for another beer.
            By then Lewie was tied up good and tight and Vic was pulling his head back while he held a thick band of cloth in front of Lewie’s mouth.  Lewie just had time to recognize the cloth as a piece of rank old rag he'd used to polish his car with last week before Vic XXXX his lips apart and then starting tying the cloth band tightly between Lewie’s teeth.

            The taste of car wax and the other nasty things on the old cloth began melting on Lewie’s tongue as his mouth started to water down the strange intruder with lots of drool.
            “Now you be a good boy,” Vic advised as he pushed Lewie’s tied up body down onto the floor.  “I got some arrangements to make.”
            Lewie lay very still and watched big Vic until the enforcer was out of sight.  Then he began twisting his wrists against the tight ropes and working his tongue against the awful tasting gag.  Something was very wrong here.  That shipment had been right when Lewie sent it out.  Somebody else was trying to put the finger on Lewie, somebody like Martie maybe.
            Lewie wasn't sure, but he couldn't find out lying here all tied up like some kind of turkey.  So Lewie began rolling all over the floor as he struggled and strained and cussed against the tight ropes and at the gag that was starting to XXXX him.
            “Won't do you no good.”  All of a sudden Vic was standing over Lewie and laughing at him.  “When I tie somebody up, they stay tied.  Now I got to get you ready to go on the train.”
            A train…?  Lewie started to get his hopes up.  Vic couldn't take him on a train looking like this.  He’d have to let him put his clothes on. 
            “Forget it, Lewie,” Vic laughed at him again.  “You ain't going to be going as no passenger.  I'm shipping you as freight.”
            Lewie’s heart sunk as he saw the big box a smiling Vic was pointing to.
            “Let’s go, into the box real easy like.  I'd hate for you to have to travel with a headache and a big knot on your head,” Vic warned Lewie with a look on his face.
            So Lewie allowed his bound body to be manhandled by the big enforcer until he found himself packed down in the bottom of the big box.
            “Nice and comfy now?” Vic laughed again and that was really beginning to get on Lewie’s nerves.  “Don't worry, you probably got a whole hamper full of dirty underwear and socks and some damp old towels I can pack in there with you so you don't bounce around too much.”  Vic closed the top of the box.
            Lewie lay in the cramped dark of the box and began making plans for what he was going to do to that damn Martie when he got out of this.
            If he got out of this…?

Lewis played by Doug
Vic played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

The Naked Chef by Caitiff

34 photos; 4:09 video

Doug checked off the ingredients. The peppers. The cooking wine. The meat. Everything was ready. The oil in the pan had beXXXX to sizzle. Doug loved cooking in the nude, especially when he was making a romantic dinner. Still, he donned an apron. The last thing he needed was grease burns on his package.
He had been planning this dinner with his girlfriend for weeks. She didn't’ even know about it. All she knew was that Doug had asked she come over that night.
Behind him, Doug heard someone coming in the back door. Oh shit! She wasn't’ supposed ot be here for another two hours!
But it wasn’t Doug’s girlfriend. Not unless she had become a pair of large men in ski masks.
“What the hell?” was all Doug could say before they had pulled an object on him. Doug raised his hands above his head.
 “Good, you’re being smart”, one of the men said. “Tie his hands.”
The man’s partner went to work, binding Doug’s hands behind his back. Was it Doug’s imagination or did his captor’s hands linger over Doug’s bare ass a bit too long as he was tying his hands?
“Ok here’s the deal. We just need to do a little early Christmas shopping. So you are going to sit tight while we get what we need. Oh and so you stay quiet...”
“Mmmm!”, Doug grunted angrily as tape was placed over his mouth, gagging him.
Doug had his feet tied and was XXXX down into a chair as the burglars ransacked his kitchen. They took al the good wine and the expensive silver his mom had given him.

Then the first burglar went off to the other rooms, leaving Doug alone with the guy who had tied him. The man pulled on Doug’s apron, forcing him back to his feet. Doug gave the man angry glares. But he was helpless as the top half of his apron was pushed down, exposing Doug’s chiselled chest and stomach. There was now just a thin strip of fabric keeping Doug from being totally naked. Doug didn’t like where this was going. But bound and gagged, he couldn’t do anything about it.
“Hey, help me with this TV!”, The first robber said.
“Sure, give me a sec.”, his partner replied. Doug began to sweat over what the man was going to do but all that happened was that doug was pushed back down on the chair. Then a rope was tied from his hands to his feet under the chair so he couldn’t get up. The man then left.
Doug realised that if he was going to do anything , now was his chance. Desperately he wiggled and strained against his bonds. But the ropes held. So Doug instead tried sliding his chair over to the counter. maybe he could grab a knife and cut his way out. Doug reached the cabinets and with careful manipulation was able to open the top drawer where he had the regular silverware.
But he couldn’t raise his hands high enough to grab any of it! The ropes prevented him from raising his hands or getting off the chair.
“Hey! what do you think you’re doing?”
The robbers had come back in and discovered Doug’s abortive attempt at escape. Doug was certain they would do something violent. But they didn’t hit him. What they did was in a way worse.
They untied the rope securing Doug to the chair and hoisted him up onto the table. Doug felt the draft on his naked ass. Somehow he knew the second robber was studying the curves of Doug’s back side even though he couldn't’ see him. Doug hoped that they left him like this again. Freed from the chair, he would have a chance to hop off the table quietly and get that knife he couldn’t reach before.

 But his captors weren’t that dumb. The second robber again tied Doug, this time forcing his feet and hands to meet in a hog tie. There was no way that Doug would be able to roll off the table with doing serious injury to himself. Doug was pissed about being robbed. But he wasn’t so pissed off he was going to break his neck over it.
The robbers continued their work. Doug could hear them ripping stuff up in the other rooms and occasionally he was them bring something of his out the back door. Poor doug could only wiggle and mumble through his gag in helpless anger.
Finally it seemed that the men had taken everything they could find to steal. The first robber left to warm up the car, again leaving the second to watch over their tied and half nude prisoner.
The robber turned off the stove. At least the house wont’ burn down, Doug thought. But he was noticed how the guy had been staring at Doug’s naked back side. And now he was alone and helpless with the guy.
 Just grin and bear it, Doug thought.
But the robber did something odd. He set the plates on the table and two candles and a bottle of wine. He then gave Doug’s ass a nice squeeze, fondling his butt cheeks. And then a post it was stuck on Doug’s buttock. It read “Eat Me.”
“If only we had more time. A rump roast like that....” and the robber left.
Doug struggled as much as he could but the ropes had proven to be no less secure then before. His only chance was that his girlfriend would get here soon.
Amazingly the robbers had left Doug’s answering machine. It activated and Doug heard his girlfriend’s voice, “Hey Doug. I am running late. sorry, gonna be another three hours. Oh and my parents wanted to come by as well. Hope you don't’ mind.”
Doug groaned from behind his tape gag. This wasn’t how he had planned this night at all.

Doug played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff

College Bound by JMZ

24 photos; 4:57 video

 
            This soccer game was the one I had been waiting on all season. It was going to be for all the marbles. I needed this game to be good; all the scouts were going to be there. I needed a scholarship to go to college; there would be no other way for me to afford it. Little did I know that I was not the only one looking for a free ride. My chief rival was a guy on my own team. We had grown up together and were once good friends. This all changed when soccer came into the picture. We had developed a heated rivalry.
 
            I trained all season for this moment. The word on the street was I was the one the scouts were coming to see. I was able to stay healthy all season, there was nothing to stop me now, or so I thought. I started out the day with my usual protein shake and a jog. I got home just in time to shower and change. My parents had already left to get good seats at the stadium. I put on my uniform and searched for my shoes.
 
            The slam of the back door startled me. I figured my parents had forgotten something. “Is that you Dad”, I yelled? There was no answer. I heard footsteps slowly creep down the basement stairs. I looked up to see a pair of soccer shoes coming down the stairs. “Who’s there”, I asked? “Hi Mark.” It was Joe my rival. “What are you doing here, do you need a ride?” “No Mark I need you to be out of the way today. I need that scholarship to college, and I don’t have a chance if you’re playing.” “What the hell Joe, what do you think I’m going to do just not go.” “Yes”, he replied. “Even if I didn’t those scouts wouldn’t give you a second look”, I yelled. This seemed to infuriate him. He dashed down the bottom stairs and tackled me.

GAmma Lambda Ding Dongs by Soft Touch

24 photos; 4:01 video

            “Don't look at me like that,” David moaned at the sad-faced Drew behind the layers of XXXX orange tape that were now holding his mouth a prisoner.  “This was your idea!”
            David had wanted to join the Phelan Phi’s.  They were a nice bunch of boys who spent their time reading poetry, drinking wine, and looking for their inner selves.  But Drew had convinced him that they needed to join a big important jock fraternity like the Gamma Lambdas.  David sighed and rubbed his taped face against the pillow.  He didn't even like jockstraps.
            Just then a sharp twinge of pain shot up between David’s legs and he pushed his face into the pillow to muffle his little whimper of pain.  David hadn't worn a jockstrap since junior high school and there was a good reason for that.  David’s toy soldier didn't like being held so close and so confined.  It liked to stretch and show off its big muscles.  But now it was hurting David as punishment for David letting those other boys put his soldier into solitary confinement.
            Just then Drew huffed something behind the yellow tape that was covering his lips which sounded like “We've got to get out of here!”
            David almost laughed.  Here they were locked inside a bedroom at the Lambda House.  Their hands were tied behind their backs with strong ropes.  And there was probably one of those big Jock Lambdas waiting right outside the bedroom door just in case their two new pledges tried anything so stupid.
             But now Drew was starting to panic.  He didn't like being tied up.  And he didn't like being confined in a small place.  And he definitely didn't like the kinds of things that his vivid imagination was dreaming up for those Lambdas to do to him and David.
            And the more Drew panicked, the louder his tape-muffled moans and groans sounded.  David made some tape-muffled sounds of his own while he begged Drew to please quiet down.  He really didn't want to do anything that was going to make those big Lambdas mad at them.  But panicked Drew was way beyond taking any kind of hint.
            “Come on David, you got to get me loose!” Drew’s voice rose up three octaves so that it was echoing off of the walls despite the yellow layers of tape the Lambda’s had already plastered over his mouth to keep him quiet.
            David thought it was a dumb idea, but he had to do something to quiet Drew down so he made agreeing sounds behind his own tape-covered lips and then began maneuvering his body around on the springy bed so that he could get his hands close to the ropes that were holding Drew a prisoner.
            Suddenly the bedroom door banged open.  “What the hell are you pledges doing in here?”
            Oh no!  It was Jerry the Jock, also known as Jerry the Jerk, the all star fullback from the football team.  Why did it have to be him?  David got so nervous that he almost dropped his books each time he walked past Jerry in the hallway.  And now he was here, and he had an angry sneer on his face, and with a sickening feeling David realized that now Jerry was seeing him without any clothes on.  David began to blush.
            “Just what part of the word “quiet” don't you two Ding Dongs understand?” Jerry bellowed at the captive pledges as he moved closer to their nearly naked bodies.  “You want to make some noise?  Is that it?  Okay, how about I let you sing for awhile?”
            David looked back and his whole body began to tremble.  Jerry the Jerk was uncoiling a big leather belt.  What was he going to do with that?  Oh, he wouldn't dare!
            “Come on, Ding Dongs, turn those pitiful bodies around and bend over so I can give you a little taste of what’s going to happen to you when the rest of the Lambdas get here tonight.”
            David tried not to look at Jerry while he XXXX his body up onto his knees.  He looked over at Drew instead and saw that his friend was just as unhappy and scared as he was while they each walked on their knees until they were finally kneeling side by side.
            “Good boys,” Jerry the Jerk teased.  “Now bend over and let me see you smile.”
            David bent over and closed his eyes, wishing that he was somewhere else.
            Suddenly a painful sting struck David’s bare cheek just below his tied hands.  David’s whole body jerked and he cried out loud behind the sticky layers of tape.  Then he heard the sXXXX of the belt again and it was immediately followed by a cry that was just as loud coming from Drew.
            “All right, now both of you together.  I want to hear some of that harmony,” the cruel Jerry crooned.
            And then David’s whole world became the feeling of that belt – sometimes just teasing over his bare skin, and sometimes ripping into him for another bite – along with the strange animal-like cries that he could hear coming from Drew and himself and getting louder and louder until they harmonized with Jerry’s cruel laughter.  On and on it went until David could feel tears running down his cheeks and his tender flesh felt like it was on fire.
            And then David received an even greater shock when he realized that Jerry was now on the bed behind him and Drew.  And the evil monster was holding them both really close together and running his slimy hands over their naked bodies while he chuckled.
            “Very good, my little Ding Dongs.  You remind me of a couple of braying hounds.  Maybe I could enter the two of you into a hound dog contest later this year.”
            “Don't do me any favors,” David grumbled into his gag.
            Jerry the Jerk laughed at his own joke and then pushed David and Drew back down onto the bed.  Then there was nothing David or Drew could do while the chuckling Jerry the Jerk quickly wrapped and tied more ropes around their ankles so that now they were completely helpless.  Then he laughed out loud.  “You be quiet now, you hear?”
            And then Jerry went out and closed the door.
            David sighed and let his face sink into the pillow.  Only yesterday he had been thinking how wonderful it was going to be when he finally graduated from college and went out into that bright world.  Now he was thinking, if he could only survive this night, maybe he wouldn't want to stay around here that long.
            “David…David, let’s go, let’s get out of here.” David heard Drew’s mournful voice and he was getting so he could almost understand Drew’s tape-distorted words.  What’s more, David was in full agreement.  He had had enough of this Pledge game.
            So David rolled his body close to Drew’s body and reached for him with his tied hands.  And he could feel Drew’s hands feeling for him.  Then he felt some coils of rope coming into his fingers, and then he began to discover the tightly-tied knots in the rope.
            David closed his eyes and tried to increase the feel in his fingers as his fingertips worried and pried at the thick knots.  But without being able to see what he was doing, it was nearly impossible to pry even one of those rope strands loose.
            Behind his back he could hear Drew hugging and sighing and he could feel Drew’s searching fingers trying to set him free.  But Drew wasn't having any more luck than David was.
            Suddenly the bedroom door banged open again and David looked up to see the leering Jerry the Jerk standing in the doorway.  David’s heart sunk down into his feet.
            “Okay my little Ding Dongs!  It’s party time!”
            Suddenly the small doorway filled up with a whole herd of laughing Lambdas and there was nothing that David and Drew could do to stop them as they felt their helpless bodies being pulled into the other room where who knows what was waiting for them.

Red Jock

28 photos; 4:32 video

Detention

26 photos; 5:37 video

Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:  09/03/2014

The Intruder pt 2 by Caitiff

20 photos; 3:45 video

Continued from "Intruder pt 1

“Mmmmm....” Roger groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was laying on his hands. He tried to move them but found he could
not.
“Mmmmmpphh!”, Roger grunted as he opened his eyes. He was not only bound hand
and foot but gagged as well. Desperately he struggled against his bonds.
Looming over him was a masked figure.
“Easy now. You’re not going anywhere.”, The masked man said a she held his bound and gagged hostage down on the couch.
“Roger grunted angrily at the man, “MMMM!”. OF course it did little good. The man was right. Roger was already beginning to doubt he could get out of this. And even if he did, what then? The man was standing guard right over him.
Still Roger continued to try to get away none the less. It wasn’t a rational decision. But Roger did not like being so helpless next to this guy. Who knew what evil plans he had
for Roger? Whatever they were, Roger doubted he would like them if it required he be tied up.
“Why do they never listen to me when I make it clear not to struggle?” The masked man
asked himself, obviously not expecting an answer from the gagged rugby player on the couch. “I guess I will need to make sure your cute ass is even more tied up!”
Roger certainly didn’t like how his XXXX talked about his ass. Desperately Roger struggled even harder. However it made little difference. The masked man was able to
hog tie Roger with ease, connecting his legs and hands with more rope.
Roger noticed that not only did the man seemed to know how to tie a guy up pretty well, but the masked man’s hands lingered over Roger’s muscled body. Roger was pretty sure that tying a guy up did not require groping that man’s ass or package or socked
feet.
“Yep, you are every bit the athlete they said you were.”
“MMpph mmmm?”. Who were they? Was this guy hired to XXXX him?
As if reading his thoughts, the masked intruder said, “I’m afraid someone needs you out of the way for a while. That’s where I come in. I’m a professional XXXX. “
“Mmmmm mmffmmpppmmmm!”, Roger tried to beg for his freedom bu the gag made everything he said unintelligible. Worse, Roger thought he could see his XXXX getting excited the more Roger grunted through his tape gag.
“Don't’ worry. You’ll be let go. After awhile. Of course I get to do whatever I want with you in the mean time. I’ve gotten pretty good at making sure my guests stay amused.”
Roger shook his head no in vain protest. He could already guess what kind of “amusements” the intruder had in mind for a tied up jock that was helpless to stop him.
“Yeah.”, The Intruder continued his one sided conversation, “ We’ll have lots of fun. You can stay with all the other guests I have. Some of them have been there along time.
They could use a fresh piece of ass like you.”
The Intruder took out a damp piece of cloth. It smelled of chemicals.
“But first I need you calm for the trip. Some guys get upset if they are shut up in a box for several hours.”
“Mmmm! Mmmmpphh!”, Roger tried to dodge the cloth as the Intruder shoved over his mouth and nose. Tape gagging his mouth, the chemical filled his nose. Soon blackness claimed him.
When Roger woke again, he would be in his new home.

The End?

Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff

Bound Guy played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade

Date of Production: 09/25/2010

Stud Snatch by Kurt

27 photos

 "Dere he is, Boss, just like ya wanted."
Keith looked up at the two ski-masked figures standing in front of him as he sat bound and gagged on the floor.
"Any problems?" the one called the Boss asked.
"Nah, I did just like you said. Waited for him outside the gym. Den when I seen him goin' to his car, I snatched him. Well, I did have to slug him. Let's put it dis way, he didn't want to come for a ride."
"You idiot! I told you not to hurt him!"
"Aw, Boss, it was just a little love-tap to calm him down. If I'd-a really slugged him, he'd still be out cold," the underling replied.
 "Did you leave the note?"
"Yeah, on his car windshield, just like you said. Kid had some nice wheels."
"What do you expect, his old man's loaded," said the Boss. "You sure those ropes are tight?"
"Sure, Boss...hey! I was a Boy Scout, ya know!" sniggered the goon.
"Yeah, a lot of good that did you. I heard you pushed little old ladies under the bus instead of helping them cross."
"Aw, Boss, you're a card! Besides, it was only dat one time. But I was always good at knot-tying."
"Yeah, real smart. You tied his hands in front, you moron. He can reach up and pull off that gag! Tie his hands down to his ankles!"
"Oh, yeah...hehe..sorry, Boss!"
 Keith grunted as the thug took more rope and bound his wrists tightly to his ankles in front. Being the son of a wealthy man, the idea of his being XXXX had crossed his mind often, and his father had warned him many times to be careful in his comings and goings. He had just never thought it could happen so easily. Now, here he was helpless, bound and gagged and being held for ransom!
"Tape up his eyes," the Boss growled, "This ski mask is killing me."
"Sure t'ing, Boss," goon number two said, as Keith felt a wide band of adhesive tape being pressed down over his eyes.
"That's better, now put him in the closet!"
Keith tried to struggle as he felt himself being grasped under the arms and pulled along the floor. He tried to voice a protest, but the tight cleave gag in his mouth made all his words incoherent.

 The Boss spoke again as Keith was dragged into the closet. "I'm going to make some calls. On second thought, I don't think he's tied well enough. When I get back, I want to see him stripped and hogtied. He won't struggle around so much if he's naked. And he needs a bigger gag."

 The goon, whose name was Benny, was thrilled to hear his new assignment.
"You got it, Boss", he replied. "He's a good lookin' kid. Would you mind if I... heh...heh....ya know..."
"Sure, have some fun with him if you want. After all, you deserve some perks too. Just make sure he's well-gagged and tied, and don't hurt him!"
Benny reached into his bag for more rope and a roll of duct tape. Was he ever glad he'd dropped out of the Boy Scouts!

Keith played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff

Out of Control by JMZ

20 photos; 2:27 video

            My ankles are roped together as if they are one limb. My skin throbs from how tightly they are bound together. My bare feet wriggle uselessly. I have no clothes on and the air is cold, yet I am incredibly aroused. What does this mean?
            With my body restrained beyond escape, I try to utilize the tool that has served me well over the years. I begin to scream, but nothing whimpering sounds and faint grunts escape my lips. Wrapped cruelly around my head and mouth is duct tape. I can smell the adhesive from the tape. I can feel my lips stretched together and the hair on my face pulled in different directions. I realize the gravity of my situation and the struggle begins.
            I fight hard against the ropes. Every toss and flip of my body seems only to make the ropes tighten. The bed squeaks loudly as I bounce my bound and gagged body helplessly over it. I hastily attempt to reach my tied ankle, but it is no use. Grunts and MMppphhhs are the only sound than can escape my sealed lips. To no avail I once again begin wiggling my feet   hoping to loosen the binds. I foolishly clench my fists hoping to pry my wrists free with my own strength. It is no use, I cannot break free.
            Just as it is every time with this dream, my eyes focus on the doorknob as it begins to turn. Just as the door opens I suddenly wake up never to discover my captor. In my woken state I can still fell the remnants of the rope and tape. Who is this person in my dream? Why are they doing this? I may never know.

Deja Vue by Fidellis

30 photos

"Mmmm, that feels great, Steve. I can’t thank you enough for staying late for me. You wouldn’t believe the week that I’ve had." Sam was moaning with contentment as Steve’s nimble fingers worked their magic, getting rid of all the kinks in his muscles. This felt so great; Sam had really been in no condition to try to work out, and he was lucky that Steve had been so willing to fit him in after-hours Steve was always so pleasant and cooperative, not like some of the other people who worked at the faculty club. And Sam really had had a terrible and stressful week.
"That’s OK, Professor O’Noora. I’m glad to be of help. I read about what happened to you. That was terrible. It was lucky that you were able to escape from those guys." Steve spoke through clenched teeth. He was so horny he could barely continue the massage. He had seen the hunky young associate professor interviewed on TV shortly after his daring escape, the bandanna that had been used to gag him still hanging around his neck. Steve had read every word he could find about the attack on the professor and his subsequent escape. Steve knew what he would have done to Professor O’Noora if he had been one of the thugs who had XXXX him. The thought of Sam trussed and gagged and helpless made him feel almost dizzy. Steve had had a huge crush on the professor for months, and the XXXX since it had happened had obsessed him. It seemed like a message from above when Professor O’Noora had called, asking if it was possible to get a massage tonight. Steve had scheduled the massage at a time when he knew that no one else would be in the faculty club, not even the maintenance people. He was going to have some fun with the professor tonight.
Sam was purring with bliss as he relaxed more and more. He felt almost boneless, he was so relaxed. God, Steve was really, really good at this. As he felt all of the tension flowing out of his body, Mark hovered on the edge of XXXX. He was exhausted, having had almost no XXXX over the past couple of days. His time had been spent with the police and the university authorities, and he had been too keyed up to get any rest. But now, he felt his eyes closing. Mmmm, this was so good.
Oh good, the young professor was aXXXX. This would make things much easier. Steve walked over to his bag, and extracted a small bottle. He poured a little on a towel, and returned to Sam. He caught the professor by the hair, and pulled his head up. Sam barely stirred as Steve pressed the towel to his nose. He came to for a moment, struggled for a second, and then went back to XXXX, albeit a XXXX XXXX. So far, so good. Steve pulled out one of the carts used to transport dirty linens. Whoof, Professor O’Noora was a big boy! Steve managed to deposit the unconscious Sam in the cart, and then covered him up with some dirty towels. The freight elevator was just down the hall. Steve wheeled the cart to the elevator, and down they went, to the basement.

 "MMMMMWWWHHHAAAAHHH?" Sam came to with a start. He felt a bit woozy, and had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. He tried to move, and realized that he couldn’t. His arms were pulled behind him, and he could feel rope tight around his wrists, his upper arms and his chest. He tried to stand, but he couldn’t move his feet. Something nasty was filling his mouth. He looked around him, as his thoughts became clearer. He was in a cold cellar, tied to a chair and gagged. Oh no, had those bastards at IRYX got him again? But why? The corporations’ evil plan had already been exposed, causing a huge scandal. What good could come of XXXX Sam for a second time? And Steve, where was poor Steve. Sam prayed that he hadn’t been the cause of harm befalling the innocent masseur.
 "Well, hello, Professor O’Noora, I’m so glad to see that you’re awake. This gives us lots of time to have some fun. You don’t know how much I’m looking forward to this."
Sam’s eyes bulged out of his head as he screamed into the gag. Steve!!!! Why had Steve done this to him? Sam jerked forward in the chair. "MMMMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS? MMMIRYXMMPAYU?"
Steve laughed. "No, no, Professor O’Noora, IRYX has nothing to do with this. This is purely for my own satisfaction. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this. Let’s just say that reading about what happened to you the other day was the final straw. Once I’d seen you on TV with that fetching gag hanging down around your neck, I knew that I had to have you. It’s too bad that I couldn’t use one just like it, but I can’t risk anyone hearing you, so….I’m using my favorite leather gag. How does it taste?"
 "MMMMNNNNOOOONNNNOOOO!!!! GGGMMUMCANTMMDOMTHIS!"
Steve grabbed Sam’s face, and shook him. "Now, now, Professor, don’t carry on like that. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to give you a good time. You were so tense when you came in tonight, I thought that you might break. I loosened you up then, and I’ll loosen you up again – just in a slightly different way."
Sam gave a gasp of alarm as Steve began rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples. This couldn’t be happening to him!!! XXXX twice in three days. That had to be some kind of record. Hmmm, Steve sure did have a gentle touch. Mmmm, that felt good. Sam felt a stirring down below. Wait, what was this? He couldn’t believe this? Here, he was, tied up and gagged and at the mercy of a deranged masseur, and he was starting to get excited. No, this wasn’t right. He moaned as Steve noticed the growing bulge in his jock, and started stroking his groin. Oh, yes, that felt good, but….no way was he going to give in!!! Steve couldn’t take him captive, and then expect to enjoy himself.
 "MMMGGMMFCKINGMMHANDSMMOFFME!! MMFFGGOT!"
"Oh, you’re going to be feisty, are you, Professor O’Noora? Mmm, I like that. It’s just what I expected when I listened to you describe your exploits. This is going to be so much fun.
"MMMMPHHH!" Sam struggled as Steve untied him from the chair. He couldn’t deny that he had experienced a certain arousal, but he put that down to Steve’s trained fingers. There was no way that he was going to let Steve have any ‘fun’ with him. He had managed to escape from the two trained thugs that IRYX had sent against him; he could escape from one amateur! What was he doing now? Hey, this wasn’t fair!

 "Come on, professor, let’s go for a little walk. I find that having you tied to that chair doesn’t give me quite enough scope. I have a much better idea. I know that you’re a busy man, you probably don’t have much time for hanging around. But tonight, you do!"

"MMMMGGGMMMM!!!" Sam was completely helpless, his hands tied behind him, and the rope around his neck fastened to a beam in the ceiling. Oh, oh my. Steve’s hands were all over him, playing with his chest, running down his legs, caressing his exposed butt. Sam tried to jump back and forth, but there was no way that he could escape those roving hands; they seemed to be everywhere at once. He attempted to kick out, but Steve just grabbed his hair, and whispered in his ear: " There’s no way out, big boy. Why don’t you just enjoy yourself?"
 Steve teased, Sam jumped. Steve’s hands wandered, Sam moaned. Sam could feel the sweat trickling down his body as Steve tortured him. Who knew that the brief touch of fingers and lips could produce such sensations? Sam was trying to control himself, but he knew that Steve must be able to see the huge bulge in his jock.
"OK, Professor. Time for a change. I want to see that body of yours stretched out. "
Sam groaned as Steve untied his hands from behind his back, and then hopping on a chair, tied them to the beam in the ceiling. The rope around his neck was removed, but now he was standing there, his arms pulled over his head, exposed and vulnerable. Steve could whatever he wanted to him. Sam blushed as he felt his cock jump at this thought. What WAS Steve going to do to him?

 "Doesn’t that feel good, Professor O’Noora? I can see that you are enjoying yourself."
"MMMNOOO. GGGMMMOHHHH. MMMMMPPHHH!
Steve’s hands were all over him again, harder and more insistent this time. And it wasn’t just his hands that he was using. Sam jumped as a tongue laved his exposed armpits. Oh boy, that was so hot, so sexy. Sam was sure that he was going to burst out of his jock strap at any moment. He looked down and could see a large wet stain. Mmmm, he was so horny; he was ready to burst. What was Steve doing now? He was sliding down the straps of the jock down Sam’s legs, pulling it off. Sam was hanging there, with his cock jutting out, hard as an iron bar. What was Steve doing now? Getting down on his knees, and….OH MY GOD!!!!
"You see, Professor. I knew that I could make you feel better, and get rid of all that nasty tension. What do you say to a second round?"

Prof. Noora played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff

Struggle and Moan

25 photos; 4:40 video

Model: Hal

Photography by Caitiff