28 photos; 5:58 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production; 01/13/2013
25 photos; 2:18 video
Model: Garretjan
Model; Wolfric
Photography; Caitiff
Date of Production; 04/24/2012
20 photos
Tony's been a BAD BOY! We actually forget what he did to merit being bound and gagged naked in the corner but at this point...WHO CARES?!
Model: Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/05/2002
25 photos
“Last chance Martin, are you sure that you want to be a Gamma Lambda?”
Freshman Martin looked up at the two seniors who looked so much older and bigger than he did and nodded his head eagerly. “Yes sir, ever since I came to Wilson, I've been hoping—“
“The first thing a Pledge must learn is how to obey. Open your mouth.”
“My mouth—Garghaff…!”
Without waiting for Martin to open his mouth all the way, one of the seniors pushed a ball of rubber sponge between Martin’s teeth. The sponge quickly expanded to push down his tongue and puff out his cheeks and Martin made some frightened sounds into the soft spongy intruder that was already starting to gag him.
“You see, we try to make this as easy as possible,” one of the big seniors smiled at him.
Martin flinched at a sudden ripping sound and his eyes jerked around to see the other smiling senior ripping wide pieces of sticky tape off of a roll. Then one smiling senior held his shoulders while the other smoothed several pieces of the sticky tape all over his sponge-spread lips so that now Martin could hardly move his mouth at all.
“Now you won't even have to talk. You can just nod your head.”
Martin nodded his head and made strange nervous animal sounds behind the tape. He could keep quiet. They didn't need to gag him like this.
“And now we have some nice rope for you.”
One senior spread his big hand over Martin’s chest like he was telling him not to go anywhere while the other senior grabbed Martin’s arms and pulled them back behind him. Then he could feel the soft rope being wrapped tighter and tighter around his wrists and around above his elbows and soon he couldn't move his hands at all and his elbows were pulled together so closely that they were almost touching.
“Now we have a little confession to make,” one of the seniors smiled.
“Yea it might be a couple of hours before we can start your initiation.”
“Richie is still down at the pet store looking for snakes and lizards.”
“And Phil went down to the swamp to look for some tadpoles, moss and leeches.”
Snakes! Lizards! Tadpoles! Leeches! What were they going to do to him? Poor Martin’s heart was already racing and then –
One of the smiling seniors opened a door to show Martin the inside of a crowded closet. “So you're going to have to wait in here.”
Martin shook his head from side to side and made all kinds of frightened sounds behind the sticky tape while he tried to untangle his tongue from the soggy sponge so that he could tell them that he hated small places.
“Don’t worry,” the other senior smiled at him. “There’s plenty of room in there.”
“Yea, we had three Pledges in there just last week and they didn't complain too much.” The two seniors grabbed Martin by his shoulders and pushed him inside the small closet. Then they pushed him down onto his knees while Martin wondered why he had ever been so stupid as to volunteer for this fraternity.
Then the seniors closed the door and Martin lost it completely. Panic grabbed him all over and he started screaming into his gag and pounding the sides of the closet with his feet. Suddenly the door opened.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
“Yea, are you some kind of wutz or something?”
Both of the big seniors looked really angry. Then one of them grabbed Martin’s legs while the other grabbed some more rope. Then it seemed like they didn't care how much they hurt him while they quickly bound his knees and ankles tightly together.
“Any more noise from you and we'll give you an ice water bath!” The two seniors slammed the door shut on Martin and closed him into the dark space where the only light came from the little cracks around the door.
Martin worked his tongue around the swollen sponge inside his mouth and squeezed out some of the drool to run down his throat while he tried to keep his body from shaking so much and his pounding heart from beating so loud.
Suddenly the closet door opened and Martin blinked his eyes at the bright light that rushed into the little space.
“Something we forgot to tell you,” one of the seniors smiled down at him so sweetly. “One of those Pledges we had in here last week bitched because he got cockroach bites all over his body so you'd better not fall asleep in there.”
Just as suddenly the door closed again and Martin was plunged back into the darkness. Roaches! Why did it have to be roaches? Martin couldn't even stand the sight of those things. His Mom kept a clean house so they never had any problem with them, but Martin had visited other people’s places where they kept those roaches almost like they were pets or something. And, as soon as Martin saw one, he was out the door.
But what could he do if he saw one in here? The way they had him tied up, he could hardly move, and the way the soggy sponge was filling up his mouth now, he didn't figure anyone could here him scream. All he could do was to watch and to try to look everywhere, hoping that he could see those roaches before they got to him and then scare them off somehow.
And that is when the real Gamma Lambda panic really set in.
THE END
Martin played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/22/2004
29 photos; 8:33 video
After five days in the office sorting cases instead of being in the field doing automotive insurance adjustment, Pete was ready to unwind some. As far as he was concerned, there was no better way to do this than to slip into a comfortable pair of shorts and his favorite old sneakers and go for a jog around his home town. Just shorts, socks, and sneaks. Pete didn't like to feel encumbered when he ran, and he always liked a bit of breeze. Running made him feel macho, and he was thinking about the sensation of being a part of the world instead of just on it as he entered the alley.
The attack was swift. Pete stopped to re-tie a shoelace, not really paying much attention to the young man on the opposite side of the alley. Pete was musing about the cobblestones, thinking that sometime in the past this had been a main road through a prosperous part of town, and now it's just a back lane. A hand clasped over his mouth "Don't cry out, and don't say a word," the stranger warned. Pete's eyes were wide, but he nodded agreement.
The stranger then wasted no time in hustling Pete into a nearby clapboard house. "Cross your wrists and hold them out." The younger man had Pete's crossed wrists expertly tied. Then he was ordered to kneel on the already open convertible bed.
The stranger did not tell Pete his name. Pete's eyes returned again and again to the pistol. When Pete started to object about his captivity, he got the pistol in his mouth. "You just shut the hell up," the young man said. "In fact, I think you need to be gagged." A minute later, he was, and Pete thought it was almost a relief to be gagged after choking on the pistol.
Was he about to get XXXXd or worse? Pete wondered what "worse" might be as the stranger pushed him down onto the bed, but the thought of being XXXXd was bad enough.
When Pete's shorts were tugged down, his captor noted Pete's near erection and said, "You seem to like rough treatment."
Pete shook his head no, but his cock always seemed to have a mind of its own. And it usually got Pete in a lot more trouble than it got him out of. Pete actually marveled at his own tumescence, considering the circumstances.
Pete decided to play along while his captor had the upper hand, and Pete did not object as his cock and balls were circled and divided and tied to a rope spanning from each armrest of the sofa-bed and his still sock-shod ankles were tied to the bed frame.
It would so easy to relax into captivity, Pete thought, as he involuntarily tasted the gag. It was salty, as if someone had sweat on it.
Pete's relative comfort was short lived because his captor told him to sit up . . . and then went for a compact digital camera.
Pete's bound wrists were tied to the foot of the bed, and then he was trapped between the forward pull of the ropes at his wrists and the rearward pull at his cock and balls. Pete's captor was content to take several photographs at different angles while Pete was thusly bound. "That's right," he said. "Look at me when I take your picture." Pete wondered if his pictures were going to show up on some lewd site on the internet.
Then Pete's ankles and cock and balls were untied and he was able to rest for a few minutes. His captor was rummaging around with more ropes, but the XXXX never left his side.
Folding beds with frames were very versatile places for bondage, Pete thought as he was told to lay on his stomach and had his crossed wrists bound to the bed frame. "Spread your legs open wide," he was told, and a nudge to his ribcage with the barrel of the pistol put emphasis on the command. Pete still had his socks, he noted. Maybe his young captor didn't like feet? Or maybe the guy just liked sweaty, smelly sneaker socks. Pete wondered about this as his widely separated ankles were tied to the bed frame.
Pete had still been offered no reason for his XXXX. He was feeling more vulnerable on his belly than he had while sitting up. The bizarre sequence of bondage the young man was XXXX on him was confusing. The guy was big on threatening XXXX, but the XXXX remained only verbal threats and mainly implied by the presence of the pistol.
Pete was really beginning to wonder what the guy was after. He was also particularly aware of the head of his cock pressing against the sheets. What would the guy want to do with him now that the was really helpless? "Sit tight," said his captor. "I have to go to the john, and then I'll decide what to do about you."
Do about me? Pete thought. As soon as his captor left the room, Pete began to struggle. His ropes were tight, however, and he became still when the young guy returned.
Pete had a gXXXXse of the pistol as the other guy wrapped a bandanna around his head covering his eyes. It was on the bed right beside him, but bound as he was, it might well have been in another state.
Pete shivered as the cold XXXXmetal touched his tender anus. Hadn't he read somewhere about being sodomized with the barrel of a XXXX?
Then he was flipped onto his back and his ankles were again bound to the bed frame. This was somehow beginning to feel like a finale for him. Now he really was exposed and helpless. The young man could do anything he wanted to him, and Pete could do nothing but grunt around this even more restrictive tape gag.
"I wonder," said the guy, "if I could fold up the bed with you in it?"
***
Thirty minutes later, Pete was back in his shorts and sneaks. Seeking cooler air, he was seated leaning against the side of the house. He looked up as his friend Ed came down the porch steps. Ed was carrying a couple of beers. "Well," he said, "what'd you think about that - being taken against your will tied up, photographed, and being threatened with a XXXX?"
"The poking in the ribs was a bit much," said Pete as he accepted a cold brew. "But you ought be more careful when you go to hand gag me or try that breathing control stuff. I think I'm gonna bruise this time."
"Aw, poor, poor baby," said Ed sympathetically. "Your place next time?"
"Yeah, man. What you doing tonight?"
Ed laughed. "Thinking about tying my ass up?"
"Always, if not thinking about being tied up by you."
"We got one strange relationship," said Ed. "You want a ride home, or are you gonna run.?
"Well, wanna tie me up in your car?" asked Pete.
"Sure," said Ed. "I'll get the ropes and camera."
The End
Ed played by Antonio
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/19/2005
40 photos
Ned climbed the steps to the front door, looking around him warily. The street seemed normal enough, though not exactly the kind of neighborhood that he expected to find the scion of the one of the local brewing dynasties inhabiting. He knew there was something odd about this assignment – he had heard some of the other people at the office whispering about it, sending him pitying glances. "No fucking way….not that weirdo…never again…" had been some of the phrases that he had overheard. The boss had been pretty close-lipped about it, just telling him that he had to explain to Mr. Mulheim that he was overdrawn on his account, and that this time, no further advances from his trust fund could be made to him. The boss had muttered something about this guy not answering correspondence, member of a family that were valued clients, a bit of an eccentric blah blah blah, but he had been very evasive when Ned had asked him questions. Being the junior member of the firm, Ned didn’t want to press the boss. He didn’t have much choice but to do what he was told. How bad could this guy be?
Ned XXXX on the door. He gulped as he looked at the hulking figure that answered the door. "Peter Mulheim? I’m Ned Abercrombie from Ernest, Peabody and …GGGGMMMMPHHHH!!" Ned XXXXd as an enormous hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat.
"Where’s my fucking money! What have you bastards done with it! I want it NOW!!!" Ned started to see stars as his head was XXXX against the wall with each word. Is this what the other people from the firm went through when they came here? he started to think, before everything went black.
Owwww. Ned wanted to rub his aching head, but he couldn’t move his hands. He stared around the room, feeling woozy. Where was he? What had happened to him? Why couldn’t he move his hands? Slowly, as the pain in his head abated, he realized that his hands were tied behind him, and that something sticky was covering his mouth. ‘MMMPHHHH!!! MMHEEELLLLPPPPP!!!"
"So the shyster lawyer has finally decided to wake up. What are those thieves doing, hiring babies now? Stop making that racket, kid. You’re making my head hurt. I guess you want some more tape on that mouth of yours." "MMMMNNNOOOO!!!!" Ned shook his head in dismay as the Peter Mulheim advanced on him, a roll of red tape in his hands. Ned shrank back in the chair where he had been placed, but it was no use. He was helpless, unable to prevent his gag being reinXXXX, or to stop the mad Mulheim heir from tying his legs and feet. Now that it was too late, Ned was remembering some rather peculiar stories that he had heard about the Mulheim family. There was Mimi Mulheim and her home for indigent canaries, and the gruesome story about Fritz Mulheim and the headless gardener…..But surely if this man was as mad as his relatives were, he would have been put away in some nice cozy home for the seriously rich and seriously disturbed. If only Ned could get his mouth free, he could explain to Mr. Mulheim that he had all the relevant documents, showing exactly how all the money from his trust had been disbursed. Not a penny was missing. He began struggling against the ropes that bound him, making pleading sounds through his tape gag.
"You’re still making too much noise, kid. I guess I’m going to have to get something else to shut you up, for good. Don’t go away."
Ned’s heart sank when he heard those ominous words. He had to get out of here, and as fast as possible. Now that he had been left alone, he would have to try to make a dash for it, even though he was tied hand and foot. If he could somehow reach the door, and get out onto the porch, someone would save him. He managed to get to his feet and started shuffling across the room. He had only managed to cover a few feet before he tripped, falling to his knees. Ned struggled to get to his feet again, but instead he crashed to the floor.
"Going somewhere? I don’t think so. Those shysters are going to have give me my money, now that I’ve got one of their baby lawyers. What do you think, kid? Will they finally admit that they’ve been fleecing me all these years? You better hope so. You can be my little legal hostage. I better make sure that you don’t get away from me."
Ned groaned in despair, as he lay hogtied on the floor. Even his shoes were tied together. How was he going to get out of this situation? He didn’t want to be a legal hostage. This sprig of the Mulheim family tree was most definitely out to lunch, and the faster Ned could get away from him, the happier he would be.
Ned could hear Peter Mulheim’s voice rising in anger. He must be on the phone – probably with the firm. He didn’t to be around when Mulheim got off the phone. If things didn’t go his way, who knew what further violence the beer heir might commit. Ned strained and struggled, sweat breaking out on his body as he tried to get free of the ropes. If only he could do undo the hogtie, he might have a chance of escape. He arched his back, his fingers searching for the knots that bound his ankles to his wrists. He managed to get the end of one piece of rope between his fingers, but it then slipped from his grip. He grunted in frustration, and tried again. His body wasn’t meant to be bent in such a peculiar manner; he could feel his muscles crying out in pain. Success! He had the rope in between his fingers, and this time he managed to hold on to it. Now all had to do was to untie the knot. Ned listened as Mulheim’s voice got even louder. It sounded as if he was frothing at the mouth. That was all the impetus that Ned needed to work even harder at getting free.
At last! Ned whimpered with relief as the rope connecting his hands and feet came undone. He lay panting on the floor, his shirt plastered to his body with sweat. Now all he had to do was to get out of here before Mulheim finished his business on the phone. Why hadn’t the police shown up? Surely someone from the office would have called for help. Ned was in no mood to lie around waiting for help. He remembered the manic gleam in Mulheim’s eyes and shuddered. Who knew what the madman would do if he didn’t get he wanted? It was up to Ned to save himself. He struggled to get to his feet, his task made more difficult by his sore muscles and the need for silence. Even though Mulheim was ranting and raving in the background, Ned didn’t want to risk attracting his attention. He made one more struggle and he was on his feet.
Ned was determined not to fall this time. Very carefully he began making his way towards the door. His previous struggles had produced some slack in the ropes binding his ankles and feet, so he was able to make tiny steps, rather than having to hop. Sweat ran down his face, stinging his eyes. Everything he was wearing was going to have to pay a visit to the dry cleaners. He was closer to the door. Closer still. Ned turned around and fumbled with the lock. Yay! He had the door unlocked. Now all he had to do get was get outside. He grasped the door handle with his sweaty palms. Damn, damn, damn! He couldn’t turn the doorknob. It kept on slipping out of his hands. Ned heard Mulheim’s swearing vociferously and then the sound of the phone being slammed down. In desperation, Ned tried one more time. He sobbed with relief as the knob turned. As he pulled the door open, he heard Mulheim’s bellow of rage as he discovered that his victim had flown the coop. Ned tumbled headfirst down the steps, landing in a heap on the pavement, in front of a pair of startled, and burly, construction workers. He was safe!
THE END
Ned played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/31/2003
29 photos; 6:38 video
Mama always said, never take candy from a stranger. Or get in his car. Barry thought as he bit down on his gag and struggled against the tight ropes. His cock exposed, ready to burst but needing just that one last push... But this wasn't exactly candy... and he WAS stuck...
He grunted, recalling how he got in this predicament... First off, he never should have let himself be tied up, but to a hungry man stranded in unfamiliar rular parts, and perhaps a little naive, too, the promise of food and a roof for the night was too alluring. He had been on his way back home after visiting relatives out of state, when his car broke down on the small rural highway. His phone dead, too, he had no choice but to wait for someone to drive by, when finally a truck came around at sunset.
The driver rolled down his window and asked if he needed a lift.
“Yeah, please, sir?" Barry said. The man smiled in a way that made Barry a little uncomfortable, but then got out of his truck. The man introduced himself as JJ, and offered to take Barry to his home for the night and they could call a mechanic from there to pick up and fix the car in the morning. It was an offer too good to refuse.
He was about to get into the passenger seat when JJ took out a coil of rope. “What do you need that for," Barry asked, confused. “Well, I don't really know you, and you hear all these stories about hitch-hikers making trouble for good samaritans, so if I'm gonna get you in my truck and house, I need some insurance," JJ said. “I'm gonna tie you up... just until I'm sure I can trust ya, of course. That way I feel safe but will still give you that meal and bed."
Barry was hesitant but his stomach reminded him of the warm plate of food awaiting at the man's house, so he let JJ bind his wrists behind his back. JJ also was nice enough to help him into the truck, but his hands were all over his behind... Surely they slipped, Barry thought as he settled in. An odd way to assure safety, but anything was better than XXXX outside by the abandoned road.
They drove a couple miles, and then turned down a dirt road and talked briefly, JJ complimented Barry on his patriotic U.S.-flag bandanna in his pocket, before ending up in a secluded little house with a barn attached. Barry hoped their little conversation was enough to get the man to untie him. He offered to pay for his meal, but remembered he didn't have any cash, just plastic. That's when things went south. Literally.
“That's okay, I'm not interested in your money," JJ said as he leaned over and kissed Barry aggressively on the mouth, his hand massaging his crotch. Barry tried to pull away but tied up, inside a car, he was helpless. “Uh... sir, this isn't... this isn't what I'm
here for," Barry said with worry in his voice, but JJ wouldn't stop caressing his crotch, and his penis was already responding against his will. JJ leaned in for another kiss.
“HELP! HELP!" Barry started shouting, which was pointless because nobody else lived for miles. JJ growled and smacked Barry across the face.
"Sorry, Barry, baby, but we can't have you making all that noise, now, can we?" JJ said as he yanked the U.S.-flag-colored bandanna out of Barry's pocket and pulled it between his teeth. Barry grunted as JJ double-knotted the gag tightly behind his head, so that he couldn't even push it out with his tongue. "There, don't you look pretty?"
“GGRRRRRMMM! MMMM!" Barry yelled into his bandanna. "LLLMMMETMMMMGOOO!"
"Aw, come on, we'll have fun... I can tell you like this," JJ said as he kept rubbing Barry's erection. Barry blushed in embarassment but moaned... it kinda did feel good...
"Now, let's go inside, babe, I got some more rope for ya."
Once inside, JJ made good on his promise and soon Barry had ropes tightly criss- crossing his body and restricting all movements. That didn't stop him from trying to get loose, but JJ clearly knew his ropes and knots. His captor wasted no time in XXXX Barry further. He felt up his hard-on, and undid one of the buckles of his jeans coveralls, revealing more of his chest.
"Nice tattoos," JJ said, kissing Barry's nipple. "And what's this, do you have a piercing on your penis? Ooooh that's gonna be fun,"
"MMMMGNNAKLLYOU!" Barry growled, and tried to twist away as his manhood was pulled out and fondled.
"Shhh shhh, one head says 'no,' but your other head says 'oh, yes," JJ teased. "You're gonna enjoy this, soon enough."
Barry's grunts of defiance turned to moans of pleasure, moaning louder and louder into his gag. He fondled and stroked with one hand and put his hand on Barry's cleavegagged mouth, at one point even getting on his knees and taking the raging erection into his mouth.
Then all of a sudden JJ stopped. "MMM?"
"You want me to finish, huh?" "MMMHMMM!" Barry nodded.
"Well... I want you to put on a show for me," JJ said, standing Barry up against the wall and kissing him on his gagged lips.
"MM?"
"Struggle for me, jump around, moan," JJ said, pulling out his own erection. "And then I'll let you shoot your load."
"Mmmm! MMMMM!" Barry started hopping and bucking in his bondage. Part of him was still trying to get free and escape... but the other part just wanted release, and would do anything to get it.
An hour later, JJ finally sucked and stroked a very tired and frustrated Barry to completion. Then he stood over his bound and gagged captive, and took his own erection in his hands.
"Now, my turn," JJ said, bringing Barry's head closer and closer to his cock. "Remember I promised you a meal? " "MMMMMMMMMMMPHH!!!"
Barry played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/12/2012
22 photos
WINNERS & LOSERS
by SoftTouch
“How’s that, Greg? Are those knots too tight?” Jamie asked with an innocent smile on his face.
“No, they’re okay,” I told him while I made sure that I could still wiggle my arms a little inside the loops of rope. Jamie was such a nice guy.
Innocent-looking Jamie had won the part of the villain in our college’s upcoming production of “The Clock Strikes” and somehow he had talked me into being his practice dummy so that he would be able to do a good job of tying up his victim in the play.
“How about the nifty way I’ve got those coils of rope all wrapped around your arms and chest. That’s my own design. Do you like it?”
“Yea, it’s okay,” I told him. What could you expect from an art major?
“Are you sure that you can’t move your hands at all?”
I put on a little show as I struggled to pull my hands free. The ropes held them tightly behind my back okay and that brought a happy smile to Jamie’s face.
“Good! Now I’m going to do your feet!” A happy Jamie dumped some coils of rope on the floor and then knelt down in front of the chair. And then a serious look came onto his face as he looked up at me and gave me a warning.
“Don’t try anything like funny like trying to kick me. If you do I’ll have to tickle you.”
Yipes! That was the trouble with having roommates. Sooner or later they found out all of your little secrets. Jamie knew that tickling me was probably the worst thing he could do to me. I never could stand tickling. Once at summer camp a bunch of boys held me down and tickled me until I had something like an asthma attack and they had to call a doctor. So I sat way back in the chair and let my legs go XXXX while a happy Jamie began wrapping lots of coils of rope all around my ankles and the chair. Then he tied off the last knot and stood up triumphantly.
“There! Now go on, try to move, try to break free,” Jamie challenged me.
Anything for a roommate. I put on a big show of struggling and straining and trying to break free, but the ropes held me securely in the chair. “There, are you satisfied?”
“Are you sure you can’t get free?” Jamie asked while carefully standing just out of arm’s reach.
“No, you’ve really got me good.”
“That’s nice, so maybe you won’t mind if I use some of this.”
Jamie laughed as he held out a big roll of silver duct tape in front of me.
“Now wait a minute, Jamie. I let you tie me up, that’s enough. I don’t want any of that sticky stuff on my face!”
But Jamie just kept on laughing as his clever fingers tore off wide strips of the silver tape and began wrapping and overlapping them around my neck and over my face until my poor lips were XXXX under several layers of the pinching tape. Then Jamie tossed the roll of tape aside and stood back triumphantly to admire his work.
“There, you are done, and boy are you ever dumb!” he teased me.
“Hmmm???”
“I’ll bet you don’t even know what today’s date is?”
Today’s date…? Sometimes Jamie was so obscure that I had no clue.
“Today is February Twenty-Ninth,” he chortled.
The twenty-ninth…? Why was that date familiar?
“You forgot all about the Leap Year Dance, didn’t you? Well, you know what that makes you?”
Jamie was right, I had forgotten about the dance. Jeremy would be going to that dance and at last I would have a chance— what was that stuff?
Clever Jamie was opening up a jar of some kind of black stuff. That was finger paint! What was he going to do? And then I could only watch while he happily dipped his fingers into the black paint and wrote something on my chest.
“You know what that says?” he teased me. “No, I forgot. Jocks can’t read. It says LOSER because that’s what you are. And I, I am a WINNER because Jeremy will be dancing with me tonight while you’re still sitting here imitating a statue.”
Then Jamie laughed and laughed as he danced out of the room to take a shower and get dressed up for the dance.
Oh I don’t have to tell you how angry I was. Not only was he trying to steal my dreamboat away from me, he had also turned me into a total fool while he was doing it!
So then I really struggled and strained! I was going to break those ropes or I was going to break that chair, but one way or the other I was going to get free!
I’m not sure how long it took me. What I mainly remember was the flashes of pain as my skin and my muscles screamed at me not to mistreat them this way.
But then, by some lucky chance or miracle, one of my hands slipped free from the biting ropes. One hand was enough. It short order I had all of those ropes untied. Then I ignored the tears that came to my eyes as I ripped off all of that cruel tape Jamie had plastered my face with.
And all of that time, my feverish mind was working on a plan. Jamie wouldn’t be the only one who was going to show up at the dance tonight. I was going to be there, too. And when poor Jamie saw me, he was going to be so sorry!
Yea, that was my plan as I rubbed the circulation back into my arms and legs and hobbled out that room to wash that awful word off of my chest. And pretty soon Jamie would be learning just who the real LOSER was.
THE END
Greg played by Jason
Jamie played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2005
23 photos; 7:35 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/11/2013
28 photos; 4:10 video
The Prisoner played by Chad
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/13/2013
23 photos; 5:11 video
Model: Ezio
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/01/2017
30 photos
It was morning when Darryl's girlfriend nudged him awake. They had spent all weekend at her parent's house, XXXX in her parent's bed and screwing like rabbits. Darryl was still naked as he lay aXXXX.
"Don't forget to clean up and get your ass out of here. "His girlfriend warned. "If my parents find out you were here all weekend, they'll kill us both!"
"Don't worry" Darryl mumbled, still half aXXXX and turned around to get a few more Zzz's. Her parents wouldn't be home for hours. He had plenty of time.
Darryl was sound aXXXX when his girlfriend left to go to work so he didn't know that she had forgotten to lock the front door. Darryl also didn't hear the door open a little while later. But he did hear somebody open the door and enter the bed room where Darryl lay naked on the bed. He woke up to find two people, a man and a woman, holding a XXXX on him!
"What the hell!?" Darryl stammered as the couple looked at their surprised victim, both wearing an evil grin on their faces.
"Did we come at a bad time?" The man joked.
"What do you want?" Darryl asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
" Just the usual valuables. You weren't supposed to be here.. But since you are..." The woman held up some clothesline, " We'll just have to keep you out of the way for a while."
Darryl soon had his hands and arms tightly bound behind his back by the women as her partner started taking his girlfriend's Mom's jewelry.
"Oh come on. Take what you want but don't leave me tied up like this! I can't have people finding me bare butt naked!"
"You talk to much. Your moaning is going to wake up the whole neighborhood!" The woman said, putting her hand over Daryl's mouth.
"Agreed! Here, gag him with this!" The man said as he threw a dirty sock to his partner. Soon all Darryl's complaints and pleadings were reduced to an incomprehensible mumble as the sock was wedged between his teeth.
"Relax, it will be over soon." The man promised.
"Yeah. I don't know what your complaining about. A young stud like you with a tight little ass. You'd think you'd want to show it off." The woman said as her hand gently stroked Daryl's exposed rear end. Then the man did the same! Darryl suddenly realized this probably wasn't a husband and wife team. Great. He was not only being robbed and tied up, he was going to get XXXXd too. By the both of them!
"Unfortunately, " the man took his hand away, "we really don't have time right now. Maybe next time."
"Couldn't we take him with us?" The woman pleaded.
"Hey, I'd love too. But you know, we still got those others back home to take care of. Don't worry, we can always get another one just like this guy if he want to later."
The woman frowned, disappointed but she accepted the man's twisted logic. Darryl, meanwhile, was just happy he didn't end up in some couple's bondage sex slave collection.
The man tied Darryl's feet so the two could be sure he wasn't going anywhere as they robbed the place,
The couple soon had taken everything in the house and were making to leave. Before they did, however, the man came back to Darryl, who despite struggling with all his strength, hadn't managed to loosen his bonds at all.
"Now, we're going to go. Maybe we'll see each other again!" The man said as he hog-tied his captive. Darryl could now only roll helplessly from side to side.
Darryl heard the door shut. He was relieved that the two hadn't decided to XXXX him after all. But then he realized! The clock read 4 o'clock. His girlfriend's parent's would be home soon!
Desperately Darryl twisted and strained, trying to get loose. Unfortunately, the robbers obviously knew their knots. Besides for cramped muscles, Darryl didn't have a lot to show for his efforts.
Suddenly Darryl heard the door open again. Was it the robbers after all, come to XXXX him and turn him into their sex slave?
Worse! It was his girlfriend and her parents! At that moment, Darryl wished he had been XXXX!
"What the ...Denise is that YOUR boyfriend tied up nude on OUR bed!? What kind of sick games have you been playing, young woman!?"
Darryl and her parents then spent so long arguing that it was almost an hour before anybody thought to ungag Darryl to ask him what had happened.
The End
Darryl played by Philip
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/23/2002
20 photos; 5:50 video
The Toy played by Cole
The Domiant played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/30/2012
30 photos; 7:01 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/26/2013
26 photos; 4:12 video
Todd had lots of reasons to hate his office: the broken air conditioner, the spotty internet connection, the lack of good parking.
Oh and there was the total absence of any kind of security which had allowed two robbers to come right on in. Which was why Todd was no tied up in his chair, watching as his computer and anything else of value was picked up and carried off.
Todd grunted as he strained against his bonds. The ropes were tight around his wrists and arms. Todd had never been tied up before, much less so tightly. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this.
Of course the robbers weren't’ done yet. Todd still had his legs free and to fix that, they took out some black rope. Todd’s ankle’s were lashed together with more and more and yet more rope going up his shins and to his knees. Todd was now ina tight little bundle.
When the robbers went to take a fresh load down to their van, Todd continued ot struggle. Just then he thought he saw someone passing down the street below.
“Hey! Hey! Help! Someone help me!” Todd yelled out, hoping he could get their attention. Unfortunately the people who seemed dot hear him were the robbers who rushed upstairs.
“Help! Hel..mmmmmppphhhh!”, Todd’s cries for help were cut off by a meaty hand clamped over his mouth. While one robber kept Todd quiet, another found a filthy rag from somewhere to shove into Todd’s mouth. The cloth wedged between Todd’s teeth silenced Todd. He glared at his captors as they gave him a shove to his head and went back to work.
If Todd was going to get out of this, he would need to do so by himself. The phone was still connected as far as he could tell. Although he was tightly gagged and tied up, perhaps Todd could get make a call to 911.
Todd hopped up onto his bound feet and tried hopping around. The computer was now gone but the phone was on the top shelf, out of reach of Todd’s bound hands.
Todd tried jumping onto his now empty desk. Maybe he could get up to the phone, Todd thought. He managed to set his ass onto the desk. By laying down he slowly worked his bound legs up as well. Todd was now on top of his desk.
“Ok, what now? The room on the desk was small and Todd had no idea how he was supposed to get into any position to reach the phone. In fact, he now was in an worse position.
And that was how the robbers found him when they returned. Damn, Todd had thought they had finally gone.
“Damn, he’s like a bondage monkey.”, One of them said.
“Yeah. We had better make sure he can’t move around so much. Oh and take his shoes.” the other said.
“Mmmmppphhh!”, Todd grunted as first his shoes were taken off and then he was lifted off the desk and thrown to the floor. Todd struggled in vain as the robbers hog tied their captive. Now Todd could only roll around in a ball on the floor.
“Well that’s that!” one of the robbers said as he smacked Todd’s ass. “Grrpphhhmmmm!”
They then left Todd in the empty office.
Just then the phone rang. After several rings, the machine picked up.
‘Hey Todd, this is Ron. I won’t be in tomorrow. Oh and I asked about installing a security alarm. Head office decided it wasn't’ in the budget. Maybe next year. Anyway, see you monday.”
Todd really hated this office.
The End
Todd played by Dominic
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/25/2011
40 photos
"Get moving! You say that you’re tired of vanilla. Fine! I’ll give you something that sure isn’t vanilla."
I had no idea what had come over my sweetie pie. For years we had been a happy couple, but then Roger decided that he wanted to ‘spice things up’, ‘try something different’. I had reluctantly agreed. I was perfectly content with the status quo, but I didn’t want my yummy Roger straying, looking for excitement elsewhere. So I had used a few of my old neckties and tied him up. That had seemed to satisfy him for a while, but then he had wanted more and more. I adamantly refused – I had no desire to participate in the perverted activities that seemed to inflame Roger. I expected my honey bunny to respect my wishes – we had a good life together. Or so I had thought. But then Roger began to spend more and more time away from home. He claimed to be working overtime, on special projects, but I had my suspicions. Suspicions which were confirmed when I lowered myself so far as to rifle through his drawers. The things that I found horrified me – ropes, chains, ball gags and other objects that I was unable to identify. This was very, very bad. I had to do something to convince my Roger of the error of his ways. After much thought, I decided what to do. I would give him so much of what he wanted, he would become disgusted, and turn back into my honey bunny. I purchased a book on the tying of knots, and studied it from cover to cover. Then I bided my time, waiting for an appropriate time for Roger’s therapy.
He came from work on Friday night, and was Mr. Grumpy as usual. He brusquely announced that he was going out, and he didn’t know what time he would be home. Ho ho, I thought to myself, I don’t think you’re going anywhere, Roger. This would be the perfect time. I didn’t think it would take me an entire weekend to break Roger down, but I always believed in erring on the side of caution. I hovered in our bedroom, while Roger showered. When he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair, I pounced. While Roger had been "working" so late, I had been spending time at the gym. I took him by surprise, and had him on the floor in seconds. I took one of the pieces of rope from his stash, and with my knee in the small of his back, I pulled his arms behind and tied his hands together. "Phil, what the hell are you…MMPPHHH!!!!" I had to shut my sweety up, so I took a ball-gag that I had found with his other paraphernalia, and shoved it into his mouth. I pulled hard on the strap as hard as I could, and then buckled it. I hated doing this, but I had to save Roger. As he struggled beneath me, I wrapped more rope around his chest and his firm upper arms. Mmm, it was interesting to see how the rope framed his pecs, once I had dragged him to his feet. I pushed him towards the stairs. Dear Roger was going to be spending some time in the cellar!
"GGGMMMWHATMHELLMMDOING? GGMSHTOPMIT!"
"Lovey, I’m doing this for your own good. One day you’ll thank me."
As I manhandled him down the stairs, I became aware of a bulge in my trousers. I put it down to having my honey bunny in my arms once more. One hand slipped down Roger’s sweaty stomach. WHOWZERS! I hadn’t seen or felt anything like that on him for a long, long time. It just proved to me the importance of curing him of his obsession. Once he was cured, it would be like old times, and he would greet me with one of those every morning. I licked my lips in anticipation. But it was crucial that I continue Roger’s therapy. Once I had him in the cellar, I hopped up onto a stool that I had placed conveniently below an exposed pipe. I couldn’t have him running around, and I was sure that the humiliation and discomfort of being XXXX to hang around for a few hours would help him to recover. I yanked his hands up until they were resting in the small of his back, and then attached the loose end of the rope to the pipe. It broke my heart to leave him down there, in the dark, with all the nasty insects that liked to roam around in the cellar, but it was necessary. I took one last look at him before I turned out the lights. He was cursing away under that ball gag, and his cock was still as hard as an iron bar. Well, we would see about that. After a few hours down there, he would be singing a different tune.
I settled down on the couch, with a good book, but I couldn’t concentrate on the newest Crombie. My mind kept on going back to how my honey had looked, hanging from the ceiling, with that monstrous boner sticking out. I found myself rubbing my own crotch. No, no, this was wrong. I was NOT going to get excited at the thought of Roger in that nasty position. I MUST focus, and read the book. The hours passed so slowly. I had to keep on checking my watch to make sure that it hadn’t stopped. Finally, it was time. I would see how the cure was progressing.
"GGGMMMPHILIPLEMMEGOMRIGHTMNOW!!"
Oh dear, the cure didn’t seem to be taking at all. Roger was still sporting a monstrous erection. I hadn’t expected miracles, but…..this was not an encouraging sign. I would have to proceed to the second part of my plan. A change of position was necessary.
As I undid the rope around his chest, I warned him. "Now Roger, don’t you fight me. I’m doing this for us, my pet. " He didn’t listen to me, and we had a brief tussle, which of course I won. The poor lad was a bit stiff from hanging around all evening, and my training at the gym was really paying off. Once I had his hands tied in front of him, I hopped onto the handy stool, and once more attached the end of the rope to the pipe. I was sweaty from my exertions, and strangely aroused. Roger muttered and moaned, saliva dripping from his chin, but he still had that damn erection. I was tempted to do something about it, but realized that it might undo any good that I had managed to achieve. I sighed as I trudged up the stairs again. I didn’t turn back for a final look this time – I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to resist temptation.
I paced the floor, practically wearing a hole in the tasteful Bokhara in the den. I imagined the torments my poor, unfaithful sweetheart must be suffering right now. How long would it take for him to learn the error of his ways? I couldn’t take this much longer. I needed a drink. I grabbed my bottle of the MacAllan and splashed a generous measure into a glass. That was a bit better. I was tempted to have another one, but it didn’t seem wise to drink too much while my darling was dangling from the pipe in the cellar. I really needed a clear head for the task ahead of me. The seconds seemed like hours, but at last it was time to check on Roger. I was praying that he would be XXXX-dicked and contrite, ready to repent of his wicked ways and return to my loving arms. Alas, it wasn’t to be. When I turned on the light, there he was, still sporting that erection. It was time for drastic measures.
"Roger, this is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you. I hate to do this, but…I have to cure you! You know that I’m only doing this because, I love you, don’t you?"
His eyes followed me as I picked up one of the loose weights stacked up under the stairs. I attached one of the weights to a curious contraption that I had found in his drawer , and then walked over to him.
"GGMMYETHYETH!MMERR…NOOOONOOOO!"
I gingerly attached the hideous thing to Roger’s balls, and then let it drop. I cringed at the sight of his poor balls being distended by all the weight and waited for him to scream out for mercy. At the least I expected him his cock to deflate. It did deflate, but not in the manner that I had expected. He did scream through his gag, as his eyes rolled up in his head. But he it didn’t sound like a scream of agony. Instead, muffled as it was, it sounded like the sounds that he had once made with me, as we rolled around in our bed, in the throes of passion. And then he spurted, jet after jet of cum spraying through the air, landing on the floor. I was really ticked off now. This was NOT what I had expected. Something was awry here. I growled and stormed up the stairs in a fury. I sucked down a few more ounces of Scotch, and reconsidered my plan. Okay, it hadn’t turned out exactly as I had planned, but I still had time to work him. Even if it took all weekend, I was going to cure my honey bunny. I stumbled towards the stairs. I was going to teach that bastard a lesson he wasn’t going to forget. I stopped dead in my tracks, aghast at the thoughts that were passing through my mind. How could I be thinking of my Roger in such a way? Then anger surged through my veins once more. I had let him trample all over me, like I was a doormat. Not any more!
"OK, buster. I’ve had enough of being Mr. Nice Guy. I’m going to cure you if it’s the last thing I do."
"GGMMFUCKMMUPHILIP. MMMCANMMGOMTOMHELL!"
I jumped on to the stool, shaking with rage. I loosened the rope until there was a lot of slack, and then retied the end. I hopped off the stool, and tossed it across the room, rejoicing as it smashed against the wall. I grabbed Roger by the shoulders, and XXXX him down until he was on his knees. He grunted as they slammed into the concrete floor. Good, I hope that hurt the two-timing, cheating son-of-a-bitch. I would teach him to screw around with me. He wanted it rough, well he was going to get it rough. Once I was finished with him, he would turn faint whenever he saw a piece of rope. The dickhead wouldn’t even be able to tie his own shoes, once his therapy was done with. The sight of a knot would make him puke. I tied his thighs to his calves, pulling the rope as I tight as I could.
Fuck, he was hard again! I was going to fix that. I picked up another piece of rope and tied one end around his cock and balls. I walked across the room and pulled that rope as taut as I could, before I tied it around the newel post. I looked at him kneeling there, on his knees, his arms stretched over his head, his cock and balls pulled away from his body by the rope. I would leave the fucker there, stewing in his own juices, until he was cured. I pounded up the stairs, my heart pumping and my cock as hard as a rock. It would serve the bugger right if I pulled out my cock and….no, I wasn’t going to think like that. I needed another drink. Or two, or three, or more.
Mmmm, Roger thought, as the door slammed behind Philip. I hope he passes out up there, and leaves me here all night. My plan has worked to perfection. I wonder what else I can do to piss him off? I haven’t had this much fun in ages.
THE END
Roger played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/02/2003
28 photos; 6:45 video
Model: Mike
Photgraphy by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/23/2007
48 photos
Jeff lit his cigarette and sucked the smoke into his lungs. It was his first of the day, and as the nicotine rush hit him, he started to relax. Oh, that felt good. He had made himself a little smoking den in this corner of the hospital basement. Who cared if it was illegal. Yeah, he knew it was bad for him, but things would be even worse if he XXXX one of the patients under his care. He couldn't wait until his internship was over, and he could settle down into a cushy practice. Then he could pick and choose his loonies; he wouldn't have to deal with the whackos that the state shipped off to this dump. As dollar signs danced in his head and the calming effect of the nicotine surged through his body, he was unaware of the maniac creeping up on him.
"Gotcha, doc!"
"What the hell is...MMMMPPHHH". Jeff yelled in pain as his arm was twisted behind him, but a hand of iron was clamped over his mouth, cutting off his cries. As he struggled his arm was pulled further up - pain tore through his body. He tried to turn his head to see who was doing this to him. Oh no, it was Ben Carson- the serial arsonist! Jeff had just recommended that he be sent to the state institute for the criminally insane, and be locked up for life. He fought frantically, but the pressure on his arm increased....everything started to go dark.
"Hahahahaha" Ben cackled as he saw the young intern lying prone at his feet. "You think that I can't smell smoke from a mile away, doc? Going to lock me up for ever, are you? I don't think so.
Ben started stripping the young doctor of his garments. There was no way that he was going to be behind bars for the rest of his life. He had places to go, fires to set. Wearing the doctor's clothes, he would slip out of here and make good his escape. He just had to make sure that the doctor didn't raise an alarm.
Once Ben had stripped his victim of his clothing, he began to tie him up. Using some handy rope that he had filched from the supply closet next to Jeff's smoking room, he pulled the doctor's hands behind his back, and bound them tightly. Then he tied his victim's feet together, and just as Jeff began to stir, he wrapped rope around his chest and upper arms. There, the doc looked snug as a bug in a rug.
Jeff moaned as he regained consciousness.He shivered; he was cold. What had happened to him? He opened his eyes and saw Ben Carson grinning down at him. Oh shit! He realized that he was almost naked, and was lying on the rug in his hideout. He tried to get to his feet and discovered that he was tied up. A bad situation was was seemingly getting worse. He would have to try to sooth this lunatic, calm him down and explain that his actions were going to get him into even more trouble.
"Now, Ben, you know that...GGGMMMMMPPHH" His words were stopped as Ben pressed his hand down over Jeff's mouth, slamming his head back into the carpet.
"No more talking, Doc. I've done enough talking with you. Thinking that I can trust you, and now I find out that you're shipping me off to the loony bin for life. No sir. I'm going to shut you up, and good."
Jeff winced in pain as his patient grabbed his hair, and pulled him into a sitting position. What was Ben going to do? He looked over his shoulder, and saw that Ben was pulling one of his white socks taut, making it into a long strip. He was going to be XXXX! "No, no, don't, please...MMMMMPPPHHHH!"
"I said NO MORE TALKING! Are you deaf, Doc? Or just stupid?
"GGGGMMNNNOOO". Jeff screamed as the sock was shoved between his teeth and Ben started tying it tightly behind his head. This was better than being XXXX, and at least he had put on clean socks this morning, but the cloth was cutting into the corners of his mouth, and Jeff had always had a phobia about anything being put into his mouth. He began thrashing about wildly. Ben yanked on his hair, as he finished knotting the sock.
"Calm down, Doc. Just sit there and enjoy yourself. Have a nice little rest."
Jeff watched in impotent fury as the lunatic stripped down and started putting on JEFF'S clothes. He bucked in his bondage, yelling through his gag. All thoughts of calming his patient down had disappeared. How dare a mere patient strip and tie up a doctor, and then don his clothing? His efforts were rewarded by a kick in the ribs, and then a foot holding him in place.
"Yep, definitely deaf, aren't you, Doc. You gotta invest in a hearing aid. Or don't you understand calm down or rest?"
Jeff glowered as Ben, now dressed in his clothes knelt down next to him and patted him on the cheek and then stroked his hair.
"There, there, Doc. Don't get upset. At least, not yet."
Jeff sat on the floor, helpless, as Ben paced the room, nervously smoking one of Jeff's cigarettes, compulsively lighting matches and then tossing them aside, grinding them underfoot. Jeff prayed that they were all extinguished. He wasn't ready to be made into toast.
"Gee, doc, what am I going to do with you? I wouldn't mind taking you with me,but..that isn't going to work. So what shall I do? Hmmm. It's bit chilly in here, isn't it? And if I break this window.....wow, but it's cold out, isn't it? Those briefs of yours don't look too warm. It must be minus -20 out there, and if I disable this old thermostat, like this.....I wonder how long you will last. It's been a blast, Doc. Have fun!"
Jeff felt goosebumps rising on his body. He was lying right under the broken window, and the freezing air was pouring down on him. He had to get out of here before he turned into a popsicle! He struggled against the ropes, thrashing about helplessly. Damn, that Carson knew how to tie a knot! Jeff wailed through his sock gag, hoping against hope that someone would hear his cries. But he was getting colder and colder, shivering uncontrollably. Even his efforts to get free weren't keeping him warm. How much longer could he last in these frigid temperatures? He felt himself getting weaker and colder. But wait...what was that he could hear? The door into his cubbyhole burst open and two security guards entered. It seemed that Ben couldn't wait to torch a building, and had been caught almost immediately, clad in Jeff's clothes. Jeff was overjoyed to be rescued, though embarrassed to be caught tied up and gagged and clad in only sock and his briefs.
The End
Jeff played by Gurth
Ben played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/05/2003
20 photos; 10:14 video
“How is that now, comfortable…?”
“Mmmghuh….” Gregory really couldn't say very much with a thickly-wrapped bandanna parting his lips and depressing his tongue. And he really wasn't sure if he liked the way the snug ropes were hugging his hands behind his back. But the next payment on his mortgage was already overdue and Gregory didn't want to lose his new house.
“Good, now let’s try a few pictures,” the man in the red fedora aimed his camera at Gregory and the flash suddenly exploded into Gregory’s eyes.
Gregory hoped that he was doing the right thing, but he was really nervous about having his picture taken like this. He had almost told the man in the red fedora no when he saw the little posing strap the man wanted him to dress up in. Gregory had never worn anything like that in his whole life, and he wasn't sure if the little pouch-thing would fit him, but he had just bit his lip and packed his equipment into the clutching leather as best as he could.
And then he saw the ropes. “Oh no, please sir, you didn't say anything about tying me up!” Gregory’s voice had risen up to a small screech.
“I see,” the man sighed. “We had better start with the gag.”
“Gag, what gag—?” Gregory had panicked. But before he could react the man’s arms were already around his body and holding him close while his fingers were pushing the soft roll of bandanna between Gregory’s lips. The man wasn't rough, but he was firm while he lodged the cloth inside Gregory’s mouth and then tied the two ends behind Gregory’s neck.
“Don't be temperamental,” the man had breathed into Gregory’s ear. “The nice color of this bandanna matches your face perfectly. You wouldn't deny me the use of a little color would you?” the man smiled while he cinched the knot tight. “Now give me those strong arms of yours.”
Poor Gregory was really confused. The idea of being gagged and then tied up like this was very frightening. Gregory had never dared to do anything like this before. At the same time the closeness of the man’s strong body to his and the feeling of the man’s confident hands on his body was also very new and kind of exciting while he felt the rope holding his wrists tighter and tighter.
Gregory whimpered a little into his mouthful of cloth and then he began to blush. The sudden pain he felt didn't come from the rope around his wrists; it came from the sudden tightness of the posing strap that was holding him so close.
“All right now,” the man interrupted Gregory’s thoughts. “Kneel up on the bed there so that I can get some good XXXX. That’s good. I think my camera really likes your body. Now have a seat, that’s right.”
Gregory awkwardly moved his tied body around until he was finally sitting on the side of the bed. And then he gasped a little loudly through his nose and rubbed his tongue up against the bandanna in his mouth. The man in the red fedora was coming at him with more ropes.
“I think we need a little more white right here. Now just hold still.”
Then Gregory closed his eyes and just felt the man’s confident hands on his body again while they began weaving more rope all around his chest and his arms and then back and forth around his neck. At first the rope felt kind of soft and comfortable, but then those hands began to pull it tighter and tighter until Gregory was all too aware of how big his nubs were getting.
“Are you sure that you've never modeled before?” the man asked as he tied the final knot. “You have such a smooth strong chest. Yes, it is really quite nice.”
The camera began clicking and flashing again while Gregory felt his cheeks starting to blush and another little stab of pain down inside the little posing strap. He wasn't used to having people say nice things about him like that.
“All right, now just lie back on the bed for me. Yes, that’s good.”
Gregory looked up from the bed to see the man towering over him and the man was holding another length of rope in his hand. What was he going to tie up now?
“My, what nice feet you have,” the man purred over Gregory.
Gregory closed his eyes and sighed into his mouthful of cloth while he felt the man’s strong hands stroking each of his feet and then holding them together while he wrapped more of his possessive rope all around Gregory’s ankles. Then Gregory heard the camera clicking again.
“Yes, very nice,” the man purred. “Now roll over onto your tummy and let’s see the back side of you.”
Gregory struggled to roll over onto his belly and only winced a little when he felt the firm mattress pressing up against his hardening bone. His bone was getting too big for its little prison and Gregory began willing it not to grow any more while the distant clicks of the camera kept time with his growing embarrassment.
“You have a beautiful pair of baby moons,” the nice man told him then. “It’s too bad that we will have to cover them up.”
Gregory squinted back to where the man was standing near his feet and saw that he was holding even more rope. Gregory moaned into the growing sogginess of his bandanna gag. He really didn't want to be tied up any more. But tied up as he was already there wasn't anything he could do to stop the man from doing what he wanted with him.
The next thing Gregory knew, his feet were being bent up behind his back, and his tied wrists were reaching down toward his tied feet, and there was a strong cable of rope pulling the two of them tightly together. Pain was shooting though Gregory’s shoulders and his knees and the small of his back and he began to complain into his bandanna gag.
“Quite right, young man,” the man in the red fedora smiled at Gregory. “We need more color here.”
Gregory looked up to see the man tearing off a big wide strip of yellow tape.
Gregory shook his head and tried to tell the man that that wasn't what he wanted, but the man just held onto Gregory’s face and then began smoothing that sticky tape all over Gregory’s mouth.
“Now we must have struggle, lots and lots of struggle!” the man told Gregory.
Gregory moaned into his gag and tried to tell the man that he could hardly move.
“Quickly now!” the man suddenly sXXXXped. “Quickly or I will get my switch!”
Having no choice, Gregory ignored all of his aches and pains and began rolling and twisting and straining around on the bed while the man circled him his camera and bombarded Gregory’s eyes with his flash for what seemed like forever.
“That is good,” the man finally decided.
“That is good,” the man finally decided.
Gregory moaned into his gag and began to beg the man to please let him go now.
“I quite agree,” the man said and Gregory sighed with relief.
“That gag is beginning to look a little chewed and that posing strap is getting much too small. But don't worry, I come prepared for such emergencies,” the man smiled down at his captive.
Then Gregory looked up and saw that the man was holding a rubber thing on straps that looked much too big for Gregory's mouth and another little harness thing that had a bunch of silver rings on it, and each silver ring was smaller than the one next to it.
“You are going to look perfect in these!” the man assured him.
THE END
Gregory played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/04/2005
22 photos; 6:04 video
Chris played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/17/2005
23 photos
Here I am bound and gagged. I knew my appetite for sex would get me in trouble
one day. How could I be so stupid?
My name is Mike, a trucker by trade,and like all truckers get a little lonely on the road. I’ve lost three lovers because of my insatiable need for sex. So I guess in a way I deserve this. Hitchhikers and hustlers are my cup of tea,no strings attached, no drama.Most of these guys are pretty simple, needing a few extra bucks or a ride.
In one of my usual diner stops in Texas, I noticed a young latino kid sitting alone in a booth, he couldnt be older than 20. A black backpack sat beside him. A backpack was usually the calling card. He was one of those guys that makes you hard just looking at him.
I walked over to his booth and asked if I could sit. He eagerly obliged.We struck up a conversation,just your basic fluff.He touched my hand and smiled,thats all I needed. I was thinking with a totaly different head at that moment.
We left the diner together, and found a cheap motel nearby. As we made our way to the room I could not help but notice how his cargo shorts and white tank top fit him like a glove. I was getting harder by the minute. As we entered the room we wasted no time getting to the bed. We began the usual foreplay when all of a sudden he bacame very dominant. Now usually this I role I play myself,but for this guy I was willing to do anything,even if I was paying.
He ordered me to strip, which I eagerly obliged. He told me to leave on the bandanna, it turned him on. He told me to turn around so he could admire my ass, I was hard,flattered,and foaming with pre-cum. I felt him come close to me. My excitment reached a boiling point I realized an object was aimed at my head, and not the one on my shoulders. What was happening?
He ordered me to the couch, and began to pull white rope from his backpack with his free hand."What are you gonna do with that", I asked nervously." Tie you the fuck up, genius", he yelled. He roughly pulled my wrists together and began to tightly bind them. I grunted in agony. He began to wrap the rope around my torso, digging into my skin. My legs and ankles were next . The rope wrapped around me like a snake. My ankles burned and my feet went numb. I struggled but it was no use. The little fucker shuffled his way through my wallet, emptying it.
"I bet you didnt realize I cost this much huh", he said.
"Fuck off",I griped.That was not a good idea.He began to remove his shirt which returned my hard on.He wrapped each end of the shirt in his hands and procedded to wrap it around my mouth.
"You dont have to mmmppphhh!", was all I could get out before he violentlygagged me. With this he picked up his backpack and bid me farwell. After a little struggle I made it to the floor, but not much further. So here I am bound and gagged, no money and still horny as hell.
The End
Mike the Trucker played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004
17 photos; 4:58 video
Model: Dean
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2011
16 photos
Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly patrolled his beat. This new idea of the chief’s was great, getting the officers out of their cars and back onto the streets. The chief wanted to present a softer, gentler face to the community, and he wanted his officers to get to know the people in their area. Francis was all for the new plan, especially since he was given this nice neighbourhood to patrol. The old people had become nervous with all the young gangbangers who had started hanging around on the street corners, but the constant police presence had seemed to scare them off. The residents showed their appreciation by showering Officer O’Reilly with all sorts of goodies. He patted his stomach as he walked along the street. This holiday season had taken its toll. After today, he would really have to start hitting the gym, and cutting back on all the scrumptious treats that were pressed upon him. But tomorrow was soon enough to start on his new regime A new regime for a new year. He licked his lips in anticipation as he glanced at his watch. Sweet little old Mrs. Valenti had promised him canolli fresh from the oven if he showed up at 11 o’clock sharp. Mmm, canolli, his favourite. He couldn’t wait. Mrs. Valenti was new to the neighbourhood, and seemed lonely. She certainly wanted to chat with Francis every time he walked by her house, asking him all sorts of questions about his job, how often he had to check in, etc. It was refreshing to meet someone her age who could take such an interest in police work. She seemed very keen witted, and was certainly a spry old lady. Francis had seen her run to catch a cab, and she had moved with the speed that a woman half her age would envy. Francis wasn’t sure that he could move that fast himself. Ah, just a couple of minutes until 11. Francis picked up his pace. If he hurried, he could scarf down a couple of canolli, and have a little chat with Mrs. Valenti.
"Hello? Hello, Mrs. Valenti, are you there?" Francis was concerned. The front door of Mrs. Valenti’s house was ajar. He hoped that the old dear hadn’t had a stroke, or fallen down the stairs and broken her hip. He would have to investigate. He pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold. "Hello? Mrs. Va…..OOOOUUUUFFFFFFFF!"
Francis bent over, gasping with pain as fist slammed into his stomach. He staggered, as the breath was XXXX of him. A strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him into the house. The front door slammed behind him as he was XXXX to his knees. What the hell was going on here?
"You know what to do boys. Make sure that the cop doesn’t get in our way."
"What…what are you doing? Hey, stop that!" Francis croaked. He could barely speak, let alone move, and was helpless to stop the brawny young men who dragged him further into the house. One of them pulled his handcuffs from his duty belt. Francis feebly tried to resist as his arms were yanked behind, and the cuffs locked into place.
"Who are you guys? What have you done with Mrs. Valenti?" Francis had horrible visions of the sweet old lady bludgeoned to XXXX by these thugs, or lying XXXX in her bed.
"Ha ha, you dumb cluck. Who do you think that I am? Doesn’t the bright boy recognize me?" Francis looked up at the man standing in front of him. He did seem vaguely familiar. No, it couldn’t be! This guy must be Mrs. Valenti’s son, or grandson.
"Why…why, what is this? What is going on here?"
"Shut the cop up, boys. God knows I’ve had to listen to go on and on over the past few weeks. Though we have to be thankful that he is such a motor mouth; I’ve picked up some good information from him."
"Wait, no, you can’t do this to….MMMMHHHHH!"
Francis’s protests were reduced to gurgled moans as a knotted bandanna was shoved between his teeth and tied behind his head.
"GGGMMNOO. MMMUMMDOING? GGGMCANTMMMDOMMTHIS. GGMMPOLICEMMOFFICER!"
"Jeez, he does have a mouth on him, doesn’t he? Here, this should shut him up properly. Some blue tape for our boy in blue."
"GGGGGLUGHMM. MMGGAHMMNOOOO" Francis moaned as tape was wrapped around his bandanna-gagged mouth. His mind was reeling. Could this slender young man really be Mrs. Valenti? It might explain the husky voice that the old lady had, and the hairs that Francis had observed sprouting on her chin. Shit, this must be some kind of elaborate plot. He had to get out of here! Frank staggered to his feet, and tried to make a run for it. He hadn’t taken more than two steps before he was tripped, and went crashing to the floor.
"Nice try, big boy, but you don’t win any prizes for trying. Rope him up, boys, good and tight. We don’t want the pig interfering with our plans, do we?"
Francis could only moan in impotent fury, and pain, as he was trussed up like a pig going to market. His ankles and feet were tied up, and then they were jerked and attached to the chain of his handcuffs. He lay on the floor, glaring at the pseudo Mrs. Valenti.
"Gee, Officer O’Reilly, I really hate to leave you like this, but we’ve got things to do. The boys and I have a shipment to clear out of this place. You’ve been a real pain in the butt, you know, making life really difficult by being around here constantly. Now, you have a nice rest, while we do our work."
Francis lay on the floor, cuffed, roped and gagged, fuming to himself while the criminals carried out box after box. How could he have been so stupid? He couldn’t believe that this guy had fooled him. He tugged on the ropes, vainly trying to reach the knots that tied his hands to his feet. If he could get even partially loose, he had a chance at escape. Who knew what these thugs would do once they had moved their booty out of here? They might just decide to put a bullet through the head of Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly. He struggled whenever he was alone in the room, lying quiet when the men were passing back and forth.
It seemed as if hours had passed, though Francis had no idea how long he had been lying on the floor, cuffed and gagged. He was exhausted, every muscle in his body aching from the bondage, and his efforts to get free from it. What was going to happen to him?
"Aww, don’t you look cute, all tied up like that? I really should take a few pictures, just to remind me how stupid you pigs can be. What do you think about that, Officer O’Reilly?"
Francis grunted defiantly at his tormentor. Shit, that was just what he needed, some punk criminal taking pictures of him as he lay helpless, restrained with his own cuffs, hogtied and gagged. He whimpered with frustration as the pseudo Mrs. V. took out a digital camera and started taking pictures of him. This was so humiliating.
"There, that should do the trick. Sorry for the inconvenience, Officer O’Reilly. The boys and I must be on our way. It’s been nice knowing you. Don’t worry, someone should find you here, eventually."
Francis renewed his struggles. Damn, why couldn’t he get these ropes untied? He knew that the cuffs wouldn’t come off until he could reach his spare key, which was completely out of reach at the moment. He lay on the floor, panting through his gag, as he realized that he wouldn’t get free until someone found him. He just prayed that one of the neighbours had noticed him going into the house. Otherwise he was in for a long wait. His stomach rumbled. Grrr, it was time for lunch, and he was obviously not going to get any yummy fresh canolli. It looked like he was going to be XXXX to start his New Year resolution a day early!
THE END
Officer Francis O’ Reilly played by John
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production:12/30/2003
25 photos
Tony had just gotten home from a long day of class and work and boy was he needing a beer. After three exams and then having to put up with all the assholes at the campus bookstore where he worked, Tony had to relax.
"Ahhh damn! it!" Tony cursed under his breath as he looked in the fringe and realized he had XXXX the last of his Budweiser last night. But there was one bottle left of his roommate Justin's Corona! Justin was really weird about his beer, all he drank was Corona. he had even built a chair out of empty boxes. And he never let anyone drink his beer. But Justin was at a party and by the time he came home and would notice the beer gone, it would be too late. Snatching the bottle, Tony flipped the cap off and gulped down almost half it at once. Damn he needed a beer and what Justin didn't know wouldn't hurt him or Tony.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer!?" Justin yelled at his roommate. He had come home earlier then Tony had expected.
Oh shit, was all Tony could think of as a reply.
"Look, I know you're mad but really, it's just one beer. I'll buy you anth..Mmmmmppphh" Justin's hand clamped down on Tony's mouth, cutting him off.
Justin was not taking the loss of his last beer very well, Tony thought. Cowed by the psycho look on his room mate's face and the fact that Justin was bigger then him, Tony didn't struggle as much as he was pinned against the kitchen counter and roughly bound by clothesline that Justin always seemed to have on hand for some reason. Why Justin would have clothesline when he never hung up any wash was the least of Tony's worries, however. He was no bound and helpless. And to make matter worse, apparently Justin not only had plenty of rope to keep him tied, he had some kind of leather plug gag as well. As Justin XXXX him to his knees, Tony's pleas for reason were reduced whiny moans and a truly pathetic look in his eyes.
"God, I can't believe you could be so fucking rude. All I wanted when I came home was a beer and you had to grab my last one! You are always mooching my stuff!" Justin ranted as he dug around in the other cabinets for more rope. Justin went to look in the other room and Tony made an attempt to break free but his arms and hands had been cruelly bound behind him. meanwhile the plug gag made it useless to try to yell for help.
When Justin came back to the kitchen where Tony was bound, he had more rope in his hand. Seeing how his roommate had tried freeing himself, he contemptously pushed Tony over so he lost his balance. As Tony lay sprawled on the floor. Justin tore off Tony's socks and bound his feet.
"Ok, since you seem to like annoying me so much, how about I return the favor?!" and with that Justin grabbed Tony's feet and soon began brushing his fingers across Tony's sensitive soles.
Tony was incredibly ticklish, which Justin knew full well. Tony's frantic head shaking and moaning had no effect as Justin laid into his roommate, going up and down his bare and immobilized feet. Bound and helpless, Tony's frantic jerks to get away did him little good. Loud grunting and laughs escaped through the gag. Unable to bear it but equally unable to do anything about it, Tony bit down hard on the leather plug that filled his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Justin finally stopped with the tickle torture. By that time,, Tony was reduced to panting as much as the gag allowed on the floor.
God, that was awful, thought Tony. But maybe Justin was finally ready to let him ago. Tony certainly felt like he had been punished enough.
Unfortunately, instead of releasing his captive, Justin went to work making sure Tony was even more immobilized then he had been before. Rope was wound around Tony's still aching soles and then tied to the rope around his arms, effectively hog tying him. If he had been helpless before, he was even more so now. The only movement he could manage was a weak rolling from side to side as he looked up at Justin with the most pathetic look he could muster.
Justin seemed unsympathetic by Tony's suffering. In fact, he just sat on the counter and took small sips from his beer as he watched his room mate roll back and forth in his bondage.
"Mmmmm? Mmmmmpppphhh mmmmaaa mmm?! Mmmmmmm!" Tony's muffled cries grew more insistent. But they were also ignored by Justin, who just sat and stared at Tony with a weird smirk on his face that was beginning to worry Tony to no end. That and the realization that popped into Tony's mind, what was Justin doing with all this rope and a leather gag conveniently on hand?
After maybe an hour or so, Tony couldn't tell how long he had been tied up, Justin finally got off the counter and set the half full Corona bottle on the floor where Tony could see it.
"Ok, just in case it hasn't sunk in yet. This is my beer. You can't touch my beer!" Justin said mockingly as he stood over his prostrate captive. Justin then picked up his beer and gulped the remainder down in on swallow. he then set the empty bottle back on the ground in front of Tony. "Once again, my beer. Not your beer. My beer."
Gagged, Tony didn't even try to apologize. Would Justin even understand his mumbling? Besides, surely the dismal expression of his face made it clear that Tony had been punished enough?!
Apparently Justin didn't think so as he walked away to his bed room. "I'll let you think that over. My beer, not your beer!" was Justin's final statement before Tony heard the bed room door close.
So it turned out to be not a good night for Tony, who had not only had a shitty day but was now lying bound and gagged on a kitchen floor that hadn't been mopped in weeks. Who knew if his freaky bondage loving room mate would even want to untie him in the morning. And to top it all off, the slight buzz from what little beer Tony had gotten to drink was wearing off.
The End
Tony played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/02/2002