38 photos
My boyfriend Dick has an "alter ego". He thinks he is the "Lone Ranger" He wear's his mask and hat and boots every minute he can. Staring at himself in his dresser mirror and wanking off . Now I don't mind that except he leaves his Cum where ever it lands. It dries and I have to clean his Cum up.
Also, Dick begs me to dress up as Tonto. He bought me a Head Dress, Moccasins, Leather loin cloth to complete my "Look" I thought I would change things around tonight as a "Joke" on Dick and painted war paint on my face. I he a tomahawk and white rope. I was set to give "the Lone Ranger" a new adventure.
As Dick/Lone wink. was drooling at himself in his mirror I appeared, yelling " The Lone Ranger is my captive, do as I say and you won't be harmed" I have Dick/Lone lay down and proceeded to tie him up. Wrapping rope around this masked , booted man with a black hat on made my Dick rock hard. I started dripping pre-cum into my Leather loin cloth.
I needed to see this visual, Dick/Lone's hat fell off and I admired my roommates buzz cut. Dick was a Marine and he kept his military appearance when not dressed as "The Ranger" I screamed that I might have to "Scalp Him" if he did not follow orders. I spanked his perfect naked butt several times. "Please Tonto don't, I thought we were friends" Dick said. "Tonto has had enough of your bullshit" "I am through cleaning up your dried Cum, Understand?" He nodded, Yes. His gag now secure, I proceeded to take my Dick out from under my cloth and Toss Myself Off onto his Black Booted Feet. My cum hitting the white rope.
Dick/Lone did not have a hard cock. I guess he was to mortified that I caught him in his self-worship ACT. I threatened to shave him completely, even his eyebrows if he did not obey my rules from now on. "Tonto was now running This Show, Not the Fucking Lone Ranger. Get IT" I screamed and kicked his boots several times. " MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFLLLLUUZZZEEEEE" I heard from beneath his gagged mouth. Tears of fear in his eyes, I took my Dick and pissed on his boots, the piss getting on him and the floor. This gave me great pleasure.
I Waved my instrument of XXXX at him telling him I was leaving to bring back many "Braves", then we would use him as we would our "Squaws", I left and closed the door leaving it open just a crack, enough for me to peek in. "NNOOOOOPPPLLLEZZZZ" I heard as I left. Then Dick/Lone started fighting the ropes using his hand to undone his tied booted ankles. He squirmed around the floor and I found my Dick getting hard all over again. 15 Minutes went by and he was really loosening his bondage. "What a Trooper", I thought smiling to myself.
I washed the paint off my face, and redressed in my levi's 501's and Dehner Boots, over the calf nylon black Men's sheer socks. Leather vest, Tight black nylon tee-shirt, Jock strap. XXXX on his bedroom door saying " Hi Dick just got home, need any help?" I pushed opened the door just as he had undid the rope from his black boots. "What the Fuck happened to you?" I laughed. "Let me help you" I picked him up and guided him over to the bed. I flung him face down, replace his black hat. Spread his booted legs. Spit on my Dick that I just pulled out of my 501's . Place a condom on my 9 incher. "Now Lone Ranger, SIR, You are about to be Spit Fucked, something I should have done a very long time ago. I mounted "the Ranger" Who bucked liked his horse Sliver. As I came I yelled. "HIGH HO SILVER, AWAY". I had wanked him off as I fucked him. Got up and walked out of the room.
The next day Dick gave me a pair of silver spurs and a badge and said " Could we play "The Lone Ranger meets the Sheriff??" I smiled and nodded, " You got a fucking Date"
The End
Dick the Lone Ranger played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004
35 photos
"What a stud!" The thought had run through Spence's mind at least a dozen times as Bart's introduction to bondage continued throughout the warm afternoon.
First had been a long, slow and comfortable sequence of hand to ankle bondage in different positions and views.
Spence had been quiet and gentle, thanking his lucky stars that such a handsome young hunk had sought him out in the Palermo-Hollywood, Anglicized area of Buenos Aires.
There among the artists, musicians, writers, and playwrights, the young man had approached him and shyly inquired about the nature of Spence's photography, his interest in male bondage and discipline, and, yes, whether he would be paid for modeling.
Spence had sighed, but seeing the need of the young man, quickly agreed to a sum equal to a nice dinner for two and a night in a decent hotel at the current rate of three pesos per U.S. dollar.
Soon afterward, he had Bart in his studio apartment.
Bart had not seemed worried, even as the ropes encircled his chest, and only slight worried when Spence decided to elaborate with an "X" of the rope crossed over the young man's crotch.
Spence thought the camera loved Bart. He took more photos in the first part of the session than he normally did, but he rationalized that his chosen art was cheap in Buenos Aires, especially compared to Paris in the '80s and Prague in the 90s, where he had lived in gentile poverty, never quite realizing it.
"Photogenic lucky son of a stud," thought Spence. Aloud, he said, "You ready to change position and get the rest of the way nude?"
Bart looked up and nodded.
"Nude" and "artist" went together, he thought. He was being well paid, and he might even get to see himself in one of the numerous small art galleries popping up around the city.
Nude photos of himself, he could only imagine, would make it spicy, when he showed his current strait-laced boyfriend, a loving, but unimaginative Swedish market analyst named Bjorn to whom Bart had scrupulously faithful.
Nudity, Bart found out when he had lowered his briefs and pushed back his hair, was rewarded with a young, but heady glass of Argentine wine. It was as yellow as a goldenrod and fruitier than anything he had sampled in California, his home. Eagerly, he accepted a second glass.
"May I use your bathroom?" Bart asked, and Spence watched with approval as the young man padded to the corner of the loft apartment. Spence sighed, and then he picked up a small rug and tossed it over the weight-lifting bench.
"Um?" said Bart as he looked at the weight bench.
"Um," smiled Spence, "what if you get an erection? Don't worry."
"Should I comb my hair?" Bart asked.
"No. It'll great hanging over your gagged face."
"Oh, yeah." Bart rolled his eyes upward as Spence applied the tape.
Then Spence took his fingertips and deliberated pulled some hair into Bart's face.
He gestured the young man to the weight bench and had him lay down on his belly. Spence looked at Bart's feet, his toes resting on the floor, and at the muscular expanse of Bart's back.
As Spence methodically weaved the colorful restraint into redundant loops, he reflected that he could still name the major muscle groups of Bart's legs and back.
As he stepped back to admire his handiwork and reach for his camera, he mused at the long, crazy trip to this time and place it had been.
An amiable anarchist in Paris in the 80s, a medical student in Prague during the 90's, and now he was an artist of some small acclaim in Buenos Aires.
Bohemian, he thought, very bohemian.
And then here was Bart willingly in bondage. Mmm.
The END
Bart played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/20/2008
22 photos
(Just a reminder: All Stories are fiction and not meant to advocate anything)
Frank Garcia walked his beat, his eyes scanning the streets carefully, on the lookout for the slightest sign of illegal behaviour. God, but he loved being a cop. He got a physical rush each time he put on his uniform. When he had his uniform on, he ruled these streets. The chief wasn’t one of those touch-feely do-gooder types, thank goodness. Nope, Chief McLaughlin didn’t want the good citizens to love the cops; he wanted them to respect them. RESPECT, that was the name of the game. And you didn’t get respect unless you cracked a few skulls and roughed up a few punks. Why, Frank had just broken his baton on some gangbanger just yesterday. The kid had whined and sniveled and said that he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. HA! As if Frank would believe such a likely story. The kid had looked suspicious, so Frank felt fully within his rights in smacking him around a bit. Plus, Officer Garcia always carried a little something in his pocket that he could plant on the suspects, just in case he got some bleeding heart liberal judge trying the case. All he had to do was point that the suspect had been carrying crack, or coke, and he was safe.
"Help me, oh help me, someone,police…HELP!"
AHA! A criminal act was taking place, a REAL criminal act! Frank sprang into action, his system flooded with adrenaline. He regretted the loss of his baton – there would be no beating the bad guy to a pulp. But he wasn’t worried as he pulled out his XXXX. He could take down any of the punks in this town. He felt his duty belt, just to make sure his cuffs were there, ready for action. His handy handcuffs. Frank felt a certain excitement as he thought of handcuffing the perp. He heard the shrieks again, and dashed towards the house from which they were coming. It was curious, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else on the street. Were they all cowering inside of their homes, too frightened to come to the aid of the poor woman who so obviously being attacked? Bunch of sissy cowards, all of them. That’s why this town needed a strong police XXXX. Frank charged up the steps and through the back door, which was conveniently open. He had his XXXX drawn as he burst into the kitchen, scanning the room. Hmm, there was nobody here…
Ha, the fucking cop had fallen for it!!! The stupid, strutting asshole wasn’t as smart as he thought. The cops in this town were a bad lot, but Garcia was the rottenest apple skulking at the bottom of the barrel. He was a vicious bastard. He would beat up on someone if they looked at him sideways, and the whole town knew about his habit of planting XXXXs on innocent people. We had decided that Officer Garcia was going to be brought down a peg or two, and I was the one chosen to do it. I couldn’t wait. Besides having a personal grudge against the pig since he beat my kid brother to a pulp, Garcia was a real stud. It was going to be a pleasure humiliating and breaking the insolent officer. And it was going to be so easy! Garcia might have been a stud, but he was a bit thick between the ears. Here he was, charging into the house, all ready to play the hero, and we could see from the windows that he hadn’t even bothered to call for back up. This was going to be SO much fun!
"Ma’am! Ma’am? You don’t have to worry, the police are here. Where are you, ma’am?"
"I think that’s far enough, officer. Why don’t you drop that XXXX on the floor and put your hands up in the air, and turn around, really carefully and really slowly?"
"What the fuck?" Frank spun around and found himself facing a man with a mask over his face, a man holding a very large object, which was pointed directly at Frank’s chest. He gulped and the XXXX fell from his suddenly nerveless fingers. For some reason he didn’t feel like such a hotshot macho stud cop, not when he was disarmed. His knees shaking, Frank slowly raised his hands in the air. He had butterflies dancing around in his stomach.
"Gee, you’re not quite as stupid as I thought you were, Officer Garcia. Now why don’t you be a good cop, and pull your cuffs out and toss them over here. Good, good. Now turn around and get down on your knees."
I could see Frankie baby was quivering in his cop boots. He looked quite green around the gills as he got his handcuffs out of their case and tossed them over to me. Then, meek as a little lamb, he turned around and fell to his knees. I felt a rush of blood to my extremities as I picked up the cuffs, and pulling his hands behind his back, locked the bracelets into place. I took a length of white rope and wrapped it around his chest and upper arms, tying it as tightly as I could. Poor Officer Garcia moaned – but he hadn’t experienced anything yet! I was going to give him a lot more to moan about before much more time had elapsed.
"Now get moving into the living room, pig. No, I didn’t say that you could stand up. Crawl, like the snake that you are. Now – MOVE!"
I gave Garcia a boot in the bum to get him started. With the object pressing against the back of his skull, it was amazing how quickly the cuffed cop crawled. I stopped him when he was in the middle of the floor, and stood over him, caressing his cheek with the XXXX. Oh, but I was getting hard looking at the studly cop, cuffed and on his knees in front of me, glaring at me with a combination of loathing and fear.
"Let’s get you up on the sofa, cop. I’ve got to tie those legs and ankles. We have to make sure that you don’t go trotting out of here. We won’t want that, would we?"
"Fuck, you faggot! You’ll never get away with this!"
I sighed. These cops and their limited vocabulary. I had heard that some places actually hired police officers that were intelligent and well educated, but not in our little burg. I had to do something about the cop’s foul mouth.
"Hey, what the fuck are you going to do with that? No, don’t…MMMPHHH!!!"
I patted a couple of pieces of black tape over Officer Garcia’s protesting lips. His muffled cop grunts were making me incredibly horny. I put my arms under his legs and swung them up onto the couch.
"There, you have a little rest, Officer Garcia. Make yourself at home! I have go away for a minute, but I won’t be long. I hope that you’re comfy."
As soon as his masked captor had left the room, Frank started struggling. Shit, he had to get out of here. Who knew what horrible things this guy had in store for him? Frank hadn’t liked the way the guy’s hands had lingered over his studly cop body as he bound him. This freak was capable of anything. Frank tugged at the cuffs around his wrists. Shit, the faggot knew how to put on cuffs properly. And he sure tied a mean knot. Frank raised his torso as he fought against his bonds, his muscles straining against the cuffs and ropes. He grunted in frustration through his taped mouth as nothing gave. OK, this wasn’t hopeless. He just had to get out of here, and someone would help. He remembered the strangely empty street and his heart sank. Surely, there must be ONE responsible citizen around who would help a police officer in need.
Frank fell off the couch onto the floor. Oh shit, that hurt! He hoped that he hadn’t dislocated or ruptured anything. Ouch, how he had he managed to end up on his back? His cuffed hands were pinned behind him, the entire weight of his body resting on his pinioned wrists. Struggling, Frank managed to turn himself over. He could feel the sweat soaking into his uniform as he tried to inch his way across the floor. Then his blood froze as he heard his captor’s voice.
"Tsk, tsk, Officer Garcia. Going somewhere?"
Good, the dumb cluck of a cop had done exactly has I thought he would. The idiot thought that he could escape! He must have thought that I was real fool if I would leave him alone for an extended period of time without expecting something of the sort. I already had some rope in my hands. It was hog-tie time for the pig!
"MMMPHHNOOOO! GGMWHATMDOING?"
"I’m just making sure that you don’t go anywhere, Officer Garcia. You were a BAD cop, trying to escape, weren’t you? Now, that’s much much better. I do like my cops in nice, cooperative packages. It makes things so much easier, doesn’t it?"
"MGGAH! MMGETMFAGMMHANDSOFFMMYASS!"
"And a very fine ass it is, Officer Garcia. You fill those uniform pants perfectly."
I gave Garcia’s lovely butt an extra squeeze. My God, but he was hot, all cuffed and roped and gagged and moaning. Revenge was going to be so sweet.
"Now that I have ascertained what a pretty ass you have, let me see what else you have to offer, Officer Garcia."
I rolled the cop over on his side, and started massaging his groin. His eyes bulged out as he screamed through his gag. Oh, this was going to be a good day. I was going to teach the rogue cop a lesson that he wouldn’t forget. Somehow, I didn’t think that Garcia was going to be the same strutting macho asshole cop when I was finished with him.
THE END
Officer Garcia played by Clark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/22/2004
24 photos
Model: Mark Wolfe
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/07/2003
22 photos; 3:45 video
You see… the trouble with my boyfriend is that he likes to pull these little games that he thinks are “cute” on me all the time, and sometimes, I am not amused. Such is the case with this past weekend.
It all started when I got home from work on Friday afternoon to find the house in a complete wreck. I had asked my boyfriend Jacob if he would pick up around the house today and do some laundry. Well when I walked in the door, there he was, on the couch, playing video games…exactly where I had left him when I went to work that morning. This did not make me happy. I went in the bedroom and took my clothes off and took a nice long relaxing bath, the slogan “Calgon, take me away” didn’t sound too half bad right about now. After my bat I went and cooked dinner, trying to ignore the dirty laundry that was thrown on the floor everywhere, and the movies, cds, video games, and mail that was just thrown on any flat surface that they could sit on.
I started making dinner for the two of us, some Beef Stroganoff. We ate, and after dinner Jacob said, “Let’s go out, I feel like dancing tonight!” Now, I’m not one to turn down a night out at the club, but come on. All Jacob did was sit on his ass all day long, and NOW he wants to use all the energy he has built up? I don’t think so. “No, let’s stay in and watch a movie tonight babe. I’m not really in the mood to go out.” I told him. “Can you do the dishes, I’m gonna go XXXX for a bit, work was pretty rough on me today,” I politely asked Jacob. And with that, I proceeded to the bedroom and laid down to take a short power XXXX.
Next thing I know, Jacob has my hands tied behind my back. Now, I like being frisky and all, but I was not in the mood right now after the day I have had. “Come on Jacob, quit it, I just want to lay here for a bit. Let me mmmmmmmphf.” And with that…..there was a cloth shoved in my mouth and I couldn’t speak another word.
“HAHA really funny,” I thought to myself. I started to get a little upset at Jacob and then he started slowly stroking my cock. I just loved the way he could handle my cock. It would always get me worked up no matter what. He was teasing me, and this made it worse. I knew he was gonna have to pay for this. He took out some duct tape and put that over the cloth that was already in my mouth and that made it almost impossible to even get out any sounds.
He proceeded to tie up my feet as well….and at this point in time I was getting a bit pissed. More like, real angry. “MMMMmmmmmmpffff!” is all I could get out past my gags. I twisted and turned and was trying to free myself from the rope. But Jacob had done a pretty good job with the rope.
Then, once again, as I was struggling and trying to get out, he started stroking my cock again. It got me instantly hard and it put me in a place of ecstasy. This boy knew exactly how to push my buttons. And why wouldn’t he? We’ve been together for 4 years. He slowly stroked my cock, “You like it when I do this?” Jacob asked. I nodded my head. “I can’t hear you. You want me to stop?” Noooooo! I thought to myself and shook my head back and forth. He continued stroking my cock, making my balls slowly get tighter and tighter, with every stroke. He knew what he was doing.
He leaned over and said, “I told you, I wanna go dancing. You’ll be here when I get back, and then I might let you out and get you off!” Jacob said with an evil smile on his face. He got up off the bed, got dressed, and walked out of the house….leaving me there like this until his return home from the bars.
The End
Jacob's Boy Friend played by Douglas
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/03/2006
60 photos
"Greg?"
"Unh?"
"What do you think Jeffy's up to in there?"
"Why should he be up to anything? He should be just how we left him – bound and gagged!"
"Well, it's morning now. I think we should go check on him."
Greg sighed. Morning it was, and brightening, but it was so calm and peaceful, so nice to lay in bed on a blossoming spring-time Sunday morning. He had just opened his eyes and blinked at the light blooming around the edges of the shade. He felt the bed shift, and he heard John's bare feet strike the floor. And then John poked him with a hand on his hip.
"All right, enough," Greg grunted. "I'm getting up. Let me get dressed."
John agreed, and Greg watched as John jumped into his trousers and pulled them high. Greg did the same and yanked on a tee as John pushed his feet into his boots. Then, still blinking away XXXX and rubbing his eyes, Greg trailed after John into the other bedroom.
They had bound the young man because he was underfoot and bothersome, and John and Greg wanted to get it on in some privacy.
"Give me a hand here," muttered John as he lifted Jeffy to check the ropes at the youngster's wrists. Helpfully, Greg looped an arm under the boy's knees and hefted him upward on the bed. Jeffy protested into the gag, but the two men paid his feeble, incoherent arguments no attention.
"And you can just stop eye-balling us," said John. He had stepped back to admire the younger man's restraints, but now he grabbed Jeffy's ankles and pulled the boy off the bed onto his knees. John hooked a finger in the waist of the boy's boxers and tugged downward. "Think we ought to whip his ass?" he asked.
"What for? He hasn't done anything – yet!"
"I guess you're right," said Greg, and then he shrugged. "That oughta hold him."
"Yep," agreed John.
They talked about Jeffy over Cheerios. "Me, me, me," complained John. "Jeff's the most self-involved kid I've ever seen. I swear he thinks the whole world revolves around him and his own petty little concerns."
Greg raised an eyebrow. "You never really told me why he's here, anyway."
"He's some kind of cousin from the farm. The revenuers got his daddy and momma."
Greg's eyes widened. "No shit? The department of Alcohol, Firearms, and Tobacco got them?"
"No, seems they hadn't filed any income taxes since the 60's. The IRS finally got them."
Greg chucked. "And so you got the kid."
"Yep. I think we ought to mess with him some more."
"Oh? What do you have in mind."
"Well," said John. "I was thinking about what I said – about him being all wrapped up in himself."
"Yeah?"
"I'd like to see the little brat REALLY all wrapped up in himself, and, um, I'd like to be the one to do the wrapping. "
"All right," agreed Greg, grinning.
This took some effort, but, working together and threatening loudly, Greg and John got Jeffy into a kneeling position and roped his wrists to his knees.
"This isn't very good," said Greg. "He can push those ropes right off his knees."
"Not," said John, "if we tie his elbows to his belly."
"Okay."
When it was done, John couldn't avoid the temptation to MESS WITH his cousin even more. As Greg watched in some amusement, John made several adjustments, thought about each one, and then made more adjustments. After a while, Jeffy ceased to struggle and settled down to some gentle moaning through the gag and his nose.
"Down, down," said John as he put a boot alongside Jeffy's spine. Surprised, the young man complied and stayed that way, with his head touching the floor, as John stepped back to admire the effect.
Greg then snapped off the lights. The draperies in this room were thicker, and the slender bound lad on the floor was illuminated only by the light coming from the open door. What, Greg wondered, did the helpless young man think of his predicament now? He'd just have to ask the boy, he thought.
"I'm gonna go see if the paper's in yet," said John. Greg nodded absently, still keeping an eye on the partially bound boy on the floor.
Jeffy tried to contact Greg, in whom he thought he recognized some sympathy, through telepathy, but that did not seem to be working. Greg, instead, wandered off, leaving the door ajar, and Jeffy settled into a funk.
Really, he had had nothing better planned for Sunday morning, but this crap was beginning to get OLD. At first, it was just XXXX on him when cousin John and Greg wanted to get it on. Now, it seemed like John-boy was just tying him up for the hell of it.
Greg pulled the door the rest of the way closed, and Jeffy lay there as the room slowly brightened. Eventually, with some effort, he rolled onto his back.
Greg padded into the living room and peeled the sports and comics sections away from the pile of Sunday paper on John's lap. He chuckled at a few comic strips, and then he looked up again at John. Greg sighed. John was giving him the LOOK.
Lord-a-mercy, thought Greg. Johnny's horny AGAIN. Quickly, he set the newspaper aside, rose, and met his lover in the middle of the room. Greg's hands were soon on lower rim of John's muscle tee. He was surprised when John shook his head.
"Not here, man!" said John. "In there," indicating the door.
"No shit?" laughed Greg. "In there with wonder-boy tied up on the floor?"
"Yep. We don't have to lay a finger on him or say a word to him."
Greg's eyebrows were up, almost mocking, John thought.
"But then, we could lay a finger on him," admitted John.
Greg grinned, recognizing that this was his lover's plan all along.
And Jeffy, in the bedroom, lay very quietly, straining his ears, trying to discern what the other men planned.
THE END?
Jeffy played by Hector
Greg played by Hal
John played by Sammy
Date of Production: 11/06/2006
25 photos
"Ommppphhh, you sure are a big guy. Now get moving, Chippie. We’ve places to go and things to do."
The cop grunted as I dragged him out of my truck. I was grunting myself; the cop had put up a good fight, and I was probably hurting as much as he was. But….I wasn’t the one tied up and gagged!
I had already been in a pissy mood when he pulled me over. One more ticket was going to screw my insurance and I had tried to reason with him. I called it reasoning, he called it having an attitude. One thing lead to another, I threw a punch at him, he swung at me, and we ended brawling on the side of the road. Luckily, I managed to get in one low blow, and I had the cop doubled up and retching. I was on an adrenaline high, and I had tackled him, knocking him flat on his CHP stomach. As I lay on top of him, feeling his hard cop body pinned under me, something took over my mind. I would plead temporary insanity if this ever came to charges, but the thought of having that cop helpless and under my control suddenly obsessed me. It had taken only a moment to grab his cuffs and put them on him, rip off his radio and toss it into the brush, and push his bike over into the ditch by the side of the road. I had dragged him to his feet and loaded him into the back of my truck. I stood over him, watching him squirm, listening to him gasp for breath. I sprang an instant woody. I didn’t care what happened to me, this cop was mine! Once he had regained his breath, he started swearing at me, telling me what big shit I was going to be in. A pair of my dirty briefs and some duct tape had taken care of that. Some nice white rope wrapped around his studly cop body incapacitated him. Handcuffs were all good and proper in their place, but I knew these cops had their tricks to get out of their cuffs. This big boy wasn’t going to be able free himself from my knots, not for a long time. Besides, I wanted him to be really uncomfortable. That snug rope threaded through his groin wasn’t going to make him a happy camper.
"GGGMMMMPHHHHH! MMPPGHBIGMMMGSHIT!"
Ah, the sound of gagged curses. I felt full of …energy. It was amazing how some stuffing and duct tape could shut up even the cockiest of cops. His muffled grunts were music to my ears.
"Come along officer, sit down and take a load off of your feet. That’s right, make yourself comfortable. Here, you don’t need those sunglasses. It isn’t that bright in here."
I nearly blew right then and there, as the cop glared at me defiantly. He was one hot number, and he was MINE! This cop might think he was tough, but when I got through with him, he would be singing a different story. I was trying not to salivate as I looked at him. I could barely stand up I was so horny, and I saw his eyes widen as he caught sight of the bulge in my jeans. He stared at my groin, and then looked down. I saw him blush until he was as red as tomato. This was interesting development.
"I see that you noticed how happy I am to be in your company, officer. We’re going to enjoy our time together, believe me."
The Chippie didn’t seem too happy about that. He reared to his feet and tried to butt me in the stomach with his head. I nimbly stepped out of his way, and then wrestled him to the floor. It didn’t take me too long to get his legs and ankles tightly encased in rope. The sight of the white rope against his high shiny black leather boots almost did me in. I was panting for breath almost as much as he was, but for a different reason. Blood was running to both of my heads as I placed him back on his milk carton stool. I ran my hand over his cropped hair, and caressed his cheek, just where it was bulging over his tight tape gag.
"Don’t you worry, officer, everything is going to be just fine. You don’t have a thing to worry about me. Trust me."
I smiled at him brightly, even though I was practically hyperventilating with lust. He didn’t seem to have quite such a sanguine outlook at the situation as he glared at me, panting under his gag. I could see fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, glistening in his short hair. It took almost all of my willpower not to lick them from his skin. I ran my hand over his uniformed chest, letting my fingers linger over his badge. I might just keep a souvenir or two once I was finished with him. I was moaning under my breath and rubbing my bulging groin as I stroked his chest, and this seemed to alarm him even more. Even though he was trussed up hand and foot, he made yet another futile effort to escape my roving hands. He dragged himself to his feet. I could see the look of panic, and….something else in his eyes as he stood there, facing me. I could see fear, but the look of defiance had been replaced by a look of – I couldn’t quite place it. Speculation? Pleading? He shook his head and tried to say something. He wasn’t cursing now. It sounded more like no, please, no. Then he lost his balance and started to fall over. I caught him in my arms and lowered him to the floor. I felt something unexpected as I had his firm body clutched to mine. Now this was really interesting.
"What’s this, officer? I don’t think that is just your cup that feels so hard down there. Should I investigate?"
"MMMNOOOO! NNOOOOOOOO!"
The cop wriggled around, like on a fish on a hook as I started to pat him. He was trying to hide something, something that was making him beet-red with shame. He even managed to flip himself over on his stomach in his vain effort to conceal the bulging boner that was causing his uniform breeches to expand. His cup had either cracked or somehow been dislodged during our fight, and now there was nothing to hide his evident physical excitement. Would wonders never cease? It seemed as if the cop was as excited about his helpless predicament as I was – but he was ashamed of it. I would have to help, wouldn’t I? I got to work immediately.
THE END
CHiP played by Stu
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/03/2005
26 photos
"You about ready, Rich?" Mike yelled as he tied his tie. He and Rich had been through hell pledging Delta Chi, and he wasn't about to miss their initiation bash just because Rich was being fussy about which tie might go with his shirt.
"Seriously, Rich, we have to go." Mike commanded as he slipped on his suit jacket. Hoping it might be harder to ignore him face to face, Mike made his way down the hall to his roommate's room. As soon as he turned the corner into Rich's room, Mike realized that something was wrong. His roommate was laying on the ground, all dressed and ready to go but out cold. Mike kneeled down to check on Rich, and that's when he felt something cold and hard pressed against the back of his head.
"Make a sound or a move, and I'll kill you." sXXXXped a somewhat familiar voice. "Don't worry about your pal, or should I say, your brother. He just had an unfortunate run in with some XXXX. He'll be back on his feet in no time...well, I don't know about on his feet. Pick him up and start dragging--we're headed to the basement."
It hadn't taken Mike long to figure out who the mystery guest was. "Craig, look, I know you're pissed off about not making it into Delta. I'd be pretty pissed, too, but this is going too far. What do you think you're doing?"
"How about you do as your told and let me decide how far is too far. I'm the one with the XXXX. Now drag his sorry ass downstairs--move it."
Mike did as he was told. It wasn't easy. Rich was a solid guy. He carefully pulled his roommate down the stairs, all under the watchful eye of Craig Nichols, who, by Mike's estimation, was a geeky asshole who had no business pledging a frat in the first place. The guys had given him hell, including Mike and Rich. When it was time to send Craig walking for good, Mike and Rich had followed the orders handed down from the powers that be at Delta Chi. They'd gotten Craig shit-faced XXXX and then left him bound and gagged, and
completely naked, tied to a flagpole at the center of campus. Needless to say, Craig had become a laughing stock.
"Bet you guys thought you were being pretty funny, huh? You fucked with the wrong guy this time around. I'm going to see to it that you learn a real good lesson," Craig growled as they descended the stairs.
Once they arrived at the bottom, Craig instructed Mike to seat Rich in one of two open chairs. He then tossed Mike several coils of rope. "Look familiar? I managed to hang onto some of the rope you guys used on me. Tie his hands and feet--tight, too. I'll be checking your work." Seeing no choice, Mike did as he was told. He looped the rope tightly around Rich's wrists, tying them off best he could. He then moved to Rich's feet, trussing his ankles tightly.
"Nice job. Now, it's your turn. Second chair is yours--have a seat." Mike sat down, as Craig made his way over. "Now I can't take any chances of you trying anything while I'm tying you up, so I hope you'll understand if I..." Before he could finish the sentence and before Mike knew what was happening, Craig had clamped a handkerchief soaked in XXXX tightly over Mike's mouth. "Take it easy now," Craig said. "Remember, I'm the one with the XXXX." Mike knew better than to fight it. Besides, his head had already beXXXX to swim. He gave into the sweet smell filling his nose and mouth and drifted off.
Once Mike was out, Craig made quick work of him, tying his wrists and ankles tight. He moved over to check on Rich, making sure Mike had done the job right. "Good boy," Craig mumbled, as he noted the bang-up job Mike had done in securing his friend. Craig then fished a couple of handkerchiefs and a roll of tape out of his pocket. Rich had beXXXX to stir. Craig knew he had to move fast. "Craig, what the fuck are you doing?" the now awakened Rich shouted.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out very shortly, now open your mouth, asshole." Rich sat defiantly, refusing to open his mouth. "I don't have time for this," Craig sXXXXped, as he clamped onto Rich's nose. Rich held out as long as he could, but he had to breathe eventually. As soon as he opened his mouth, Craig stuffed the handkerchief deep inside. He then plastered two long strips of white tape over Rich's mouth. "Your friend over here will be a lot less trouble," Craig said. As he'd predicted, the still XXXX Mike couldn't put up a fight. Craig stuffed the second handkerchief deep into Mike's mouth and secured it there with a couple large pieces of tape. He then repositioned Rich's and Mike's chairs and tied them back to back for good measure.
"Listen, I hate to leave you guys here all alone, but I think I might smell something burning upstairs, and, well, I'd hate to be stuck in here when this whole place goes up.
Guess you're going to miss the initiation, though. Tough break."
Craig made his way upstairs, where he doused everything he could in gasoline. He then lit a candle in a pool of it and made his way out, mumbling, "Another case of careless college kids."
Down in the basement, Mike was beginning to stir. Rich, on the other hand was now wide awake and well aware of their predicament. He tried to warn Mike about the impending fire, but the handkerchief and tape combo rendered his words inaudible. That's when he saw it.
In his hurry to finish things up, Craig had left the scissor he used to cut the tape laying on a table nearby. Rich began desperately attempting to direct Mike's attention to the scissors. It took Mike a second, but he finally figured out why Rich as pulling them to the right. He joined the effort, and, before long, Rich had the scissors in hand. He could smell smoke by that point and knew that he didn't have long. He worked the blade of the scissors between his wrists and the rope. It hurt like hell, but he frantically worked the blade against the ropes. After a few minutes, much to his relief, the rope on his wrists gave. Rich pulled his wrists apart and immediately set to work on his feet. Without even pausing to remove his gag, he began work on Mike, using the scissors to free Mike's wrists and ankles. Fortunately for them both, there was a small window in the corner. As they scurried out of the now blazing home, their thoughts turned to Craig, and how he was now going to be wishing he'd never fucked with them. Once they'd made it outside and removed the tape and soaking handkerchiefs from their mouths, they began to plot their revenge.
Mike played by Leo
Rich played by Kent
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/19/2007
33 photos
Ahh, this is the life! Right now all of my SEAL buddies were off in the swamps; playing in the mud, eating snakes and lizards, and having fun with the alligators while they played their silly Escape & Evasion games. But not me, I was smart. I played by the rules. All the rules said was that we had to stay away from our barracks and escape and evade the Aggressor XXXX for three days. Well, what better place to escape and evade to than my old buddy’s condo?
All I had to do was to hang out here for three days and then splash myself with a little mud and walk back into our barracks like I had been out playing in the swamp the whole time. All I had to do was—
“Hello Teasely.”
“What…?” Oh no, it was Torres and Cox from the Aggressor XXXX! How did they know I was here?
“Seaman Teasely, you are our prisoner,” Petty Officer Cox announced with an evil grin on his face.
Oh no, this was horrible! I was still trying to figure out where they came from and how they found me while they grabbed my skinny frame and began wrapping and tying tight ropes all around me.
“Wait a minute! You can’t come in here! This is private property! I’m gonna—“
Petty Officer Torres XXXX my face with his big hand while his buddy Petty Officer Cox looped a folded neckerchief over my head and then began drawing it hard up against my lips while Torres XXXX my jaws apart until the thick cloth slipped in between my teeth and began pulling the corners of my mouth back while Cox tied the folded cloth tightly behind my neck.
Then they pushed me back down into the chair and stood over me menacingly.
“Mmmeaman Mmmeasley,” I recited into the folds of cloth that were trapping my tongue down in the bottom of my mouth. “Mmmgited Gates Gavy—“
“Save you breath Teasely,” Cox grinned at me. “We ain’t interested in your name or your number.”
“Yea, we want you to tell us more interesting things just like your friends did,” Torres taunted.
Cox saw the look of surprise on my face and laughed. “Things like how smart you are and where you would be hiding out.”
My heart sunk down into my feet. What did these cruel bastards do to my friends to make them talk? They wouldn’t betray me like this.
“Now you just relax. You’re going to be here for a long time,” Cox advised.
“Yea, don’t go nowhere,” Torres laughed. “We’re gonna raid the kitchen.”
I watched the two of them disappear into the kitchen and I don’t mind telling you that I was scared. Somehow I had to get out of here!
So I struggled and I strained and I tried to ignore the pain of those tight ropes cutting into my body everywhere, but it was no good. Those knots were just too tight.
Maybe if I could get out the door? Maybe if somebody saw me they could help?
It wasn’t easy. Every muscle in my body was hurting by the time I was done.
But I did manage to get up on my feet. Now if I could just get the door open--?
“Going somewhere Teasely?” Petty Officer Cox taunted me.
“Yea, take a load off.” Petty Officer Torres gave me a little push and my whole bound-up body toppled over and down onto the floor.
“Now pay attention,” Cox advised. “We’re going to play a little game.”
“Yea, we brought you a few friends from the swamp,” Torres laughed.
Then I watched while Cox reached into an AWOL bag and took out a jar of muddy water with some black wormy things swimming in it. “We got some leeches.”
Then Torres pulled a wooden cage out of the bag and showed me a yellow and green spider that was as big as a coffee saucer. “An’ we got Freddy the Spider.”
And then a chuckling Cox took another jar out of the bag and showed me a many-legged creature that was so big its body was curled around to almost fill up the jar. “And then we got Petey the Centipedee. You ever been stung by a centipede?”
The skin all over my body began to crawl as I shook my gagged face from side to side. These guys were clearly insane!
“So here’s the deal,” Torres moved his ugly face close to mine. “We’re going to give you thirty minutes. You can either get loose from those ropes or you can tell us everything we want to know. You do either one and we’ll let you go back out to the swamp with the other guys where you belong.”
“Yea but if you don’t,” Cox chuckled. “Then we’re gonna start introducing you to our friends here, and then you’re gonna talk plenty.”
I looked up at their evil faces and then over at their creepy-crawly friends.
Then I began to struggle and strain and twist my body and roll all over the floor while I tried to find some way to escape from those cruel ropes.
But there was no escape. My body was had.
And then my head began to hurt and I felt like I was going to cry because I just had to admit it to myself. Teasely, you’ve outsmarted yourself again.
THE END
Teasley played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2004
32 photos
Training
by Ivor Ciccone
One of the few pleasures I get from my job as senior prison guard is the opportunity to put a dude on ice. When it's an aggressive stud of a prisoner misbehavin it's very rewarding seeing him restrained. The procredure of restraint has become my speciality, I'm trained in the physical and psychological course of actions required in getting a guy to submit.
So I get to head the immobalization crew, I get to grab nasty skinhead bastards and pin 'em down on the ground, overpower spanish druglords and gag 'em with thier bandanas. And when I tire of the stress of rowdy prisoners I get to practice my restraint and immobalization techniques on the new recruit guards and teach them some moves. I love my work.
There was one cute new dude that I was particularly looking forward to (res)training whose name was Taylor. When his time came I was waiting at the door to surprise him, he entered and I grabbed both his wrists from behind and had him cuffed in seconds.
"Shit, sir!" he spat as I pushed my new boy up against the wall, "I thought we were supposed to learn how to get them into cuffs not get cuffed ourselves!"
"I'm demonstrating how quickly and easily I can put you on ice, kid. I want you to be at this level, the same as me as soon as possible. You also got to learn to have your guard up, boy, have your wits about you, what if I was a con? Your ass would be mine! Turn around to face me."
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
"That's what guard means kid, keeping your guard up", I said as I unrolled the noisy black duct and tore off a strip.
"Uh, yes sir", Andre said while lookin apprehensive at the duct approachin his mouth.
"The next step in restraint, kid, if the prisoner isn't giving us respect and is cussin' and spitting, is the gag."
"MMYEFFER!", the grunt managed to say into the tape as I handgagged him, sealing his lips.
"We seal the duct on tight, then get the con down on his knees with this move, pay attention boy, I wanna see you do this to someone else when I'm finished.."
"MMYEFFER!"
"Get your finger in the muscle below the collar bone and XXXX them into submission, like this.."
"MMMMYYEEEFFFFEERR", the kid exclaimed in pain as I directed him to his knees. He had the expression lots of them have at this point, they realise thier yours and look at you all puppy dog like."
"Next we wrap duct around the cons legs assuring he can't kick and lash out with them or run away and then the upper arms providing extra security and preventing excess movement."
"MYEFFER", the kid said as he wriggled his body around in the tape trying to get comfortable.
"Now I want you to understand what a prisoner feels like when you have this much power over him. You are completely subordinated to me right now Taylor, do you undrstand that boy?"
"MMYEEFFERR". Ha ha I was lovin this.
"I got you all to myself now kid and if you dont start behavin yourself in the pen I might just stop behavin myself when we're alone like this."
"MHUH?", the kid exclaimed.
"I'm talkin to you as if you are an inmate kid. Respond! I'm gonna behave badly towards you because you been behavin badly in the pen!"
Taylor squirmed in the tape.
"If I hear that you been dealing drugs in here again kid I might just drag you in here and fuck your cute lil ass! Howd' you like them apples?"
"MMMMPPFFF!", he said and looked up at me kinda scared.
"Now I hear you been takin advantage of the younger guys in here, they've accused you of XXXX, boy!"
"MMMPPPPFFFF?"
"Yea and I wanna know why you've been misbehaving like this, so lets take a look. You payin attention Taylor? This is what we do with the rapists."
I put my hand on the kids crotch. To my delight, he was hard.
"You like playing with boys? Lets see how you like me playing with you!" I undid the kids uniform revealing his toned bod and then his flies so his hard dick stuck out.
He looked at me with caution but trust, I could see Taylor believed this to be official training.
"Lie down", I said and pushed him horizontal, puppy dog eyes starin up at me.
"The next step in the cons humiliation is sight deprivation", I said, "leaving them in a state of undress increases thier state of distress"
"Mmyeffer" the kid said, quieter than previously, a little subdued.
"What boy?"
"MMYEFFER!"
"Better! Don't let this training affect you boy!", I said as I sealed his eyes shut.
I sat back in my chair and squeezed my crotch as I took in the sweet sight of Taylor trussed, gagged, blindfolded, undressed and squirming.
"Lastly we pin a sign on the dude detailing his shortcomings and put him out on exhibition, which is
what I'm about to do to you.."
"MMMMPPPPPFFFFF!"
"Then I want you to get that cute Jonny kid in here and demonstrate what I've taught you on him, ok?"
"MMYEFFER".
Ah, I love my job.
fin
Taylor played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/28/2005
28 photos; 5:12 video
ModelL Connor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/29/2010
26 photos
Model: Troy
Model: Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/26/2004
19 photos; 4:42 video
The Victim played by Dean
The Bad Guy played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/03/2017
27 photos; 7:36 video
The Guard played by Rick
The Bad Guy played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of 01/03/2017
20 photos
"The Cat"..that's what some of my more disreputable friends had beXXXX to call me.
Sure, I'd been in the straight world for years, but then I got hit by the downsizing express, and decided to supplement my meager unemployment check with a few break-ins now and then. Hey, a gold watch here, a laptop there...helps pay the rent and keep me in beer and cigarettes. I'm pretty good, too....I always case the joint out and sneak in when I know nobody's around.
I had this one house set up..I knew the owners were on vacation for two weeks.. I have my sources. It was easy to crack the sliding glass door...funny, the air conditioning was on. I made my way upstairs, and heard a soft buzzing sound. Shit! Someone was here, XXXX! I reached for my hidden object (hell, it's small but gets the job done) and clicked on the bedroom light. I saw a guy stretched out..his chest bare but wearing an ugly pair of flannel pajama bottoms with polar bears romping all over them!
Those pajamas offended my refined sense of taste, so I decided the stud would have to pay!
"Wake up!" I growled, and the dude, who must have been a light XXXXer, popped his eyes open.
"What the...." he gasped. I had my hand clamped firmly over his mouth.
"Shut up and you won't get hurt," I ordered, in my best B-gangster movie voice. "Put your hands together!" I reached into my backpack for some rope as the bewildered house guest complied, crossing his wrists in his lap.
"Who are you?" I demanded, while roping his wrists tightly together. "This place was supposed to be empty!"
"It's my brother's house...I'm just house-sitting," he replied. There was a nice combination of defiance and fear in his voice as he answered my questions.
"Well, that's tough, buddy. My rent's due so I need a few goodies to hock." He glared at me as I pulled off his white sweat socks and began tying his ankles and feet. He grunted as I pulled the knots tight.
"Hey! Not so tight!!" He was a good looking stud, there was no denying, and as usual, I was getting turned on as I tied him up.
I glanced down at the bedside and spotted a pair of discarded black over-the calf socks. I reached down and grabbed one, and stretched it out.
My victim tried to pull away as I approached him with the sock gag.
"Please, you don't have to...GGUMMPPPHH!!", was all he got out as I stuffed the sock in and tied it tightly at the back of his neck.
Realizing that he'd be able to reach the gag with his hands tied in front, I quickly added some more rope, binding his wrists to his ankles in a front hog tie. He moaned again as the ropes kept him in a pulled-up position, and I just couldn't resist. I reached down and stroked his firm ass through the pajama bottoms. I could feel the thin straps of a jock or thong under the flannel, and knew I'd have to check it out further. I gave his sexy bound feet a quick tickle, waved the XXXX at him and warned him to keep still while I checked for some hot stuff in the other rooms. He nodded his head in agreement, glaring at me. Damn, he looked hot trussed up like a turkey in white rope, the black gag cleaving his sexy mouth.
I ripped off a few trinkets, and yanked the DVD player out of the wall. Not a big haul, but it would keep me going for a couple of days. Maybe I could get something else....I returned to the bedroom where Mr. PJ lay still bound and compliant and gagged into enXXXX silence.
"MMmmpphh!!", he moaned, as I came towards him, my hand pulling at the waistband of his tacky pajamas. My hand brushed against a hard bulge in the loose flannel.
Who says crime doesn't pay????
The End
The Victim played by Roy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2002
26 photos
“Fuck, I’m all tied up!” Matt yelled. He was quickly silenced by the barrel of something shoved between his teeth.
“So, tough guy, you were sent to SILENCE ME? Hope you like being gagged!”
Matt was still groggy. He did not protest as a ball gag was shoved into his mouth and clasped behind his head. “Must get some things for our Mafioso here.” Matt was left alone.
“I am fucked!” he thought to himself as he waited. A cold blooded killer, Matt was hired by the Gambino boss to neutralize his victim. He had scoped out the place, or at least he figured he did. Climbing into the window was easy enough – except --- ‘what a fuckin ass’ – he went through the wrong one – and ended up with a bat across his back of his head.
He checked his ropes. His wrists were tied behind his back, his legs bound at his ankles and thighs. The guy was good. Little ropes applied tightly and knotted away from his fingers. He mind was racing. “This bastard will kill me for sure now that he knows what my plan was.” Matt panicked. He tried to get his tied hands under his butt but it was impossible. He began to rotate his hands in the ropes, only finding out that the cords became a saw slicing his wrists. He landed on his belly and tried to roll to the window – but to no avail. His captor returned carrying a sack.
Matt watched him slowly unpack the items ---- it seemed like plastic rope, a lighter and tape. “You like being tied up little bastard?” Matt just moaned in the ball gag. “Seems like I will have to teach you a lesson. Brace yourself for a full roping!”
Matt began to buck as his captor took a roll of wide “Gorilla tape.” “The strongest tape in the world they say.” Matt tried kicking but quickly his head was mummified with the tape, blinding his eyes and making any gag sound impossible. Ear plugs were put into his ears and taped in place. Now deaf, blind and gagged the first rope was applied his elbows behind his back. Matt exhaled loudly was his arms were contorted behind his back as his wrists touched. His body jerked as he felt a flame, against the rope, melting the knot that lashed his elbows together, Then his upper arms were lashed to his sides and his wrists fixed firmly into the small of his back. Each knot melted. Matt was sweating profusely – he could feel his undershirt heavy with sweat as his was pushed onto his belly on the floor. The Gorilla tape was taped around his forearms, from elbows to wrists, and the binding on his wrists were circled with it, ripping out his forearm hairs. He locked his legs to prevent him from being hogtied, but the captor kept pounding the back of his thighs until he released the lock. Matt felt his hair pulled back, and his ankles were hogtied to his wrists. Matt realized how helpless he was – and if he struggled it seemed to the ropes only tightened.
Now, we plan to make a special delivery.
Blind as he was, Matt realized there were some others in the room. He felt hands lifting him up, and his hogtied body was put into a large sack and tied off. Carried to the garage, he was dumped like a sack of potatoes, into the trunk of a car.
The car drove for what seemed like an eternity for the tied up 21 year old. When it stopped, the trunk popped. Matt felt the cold rain soaking the sack and him as he was dumped hard on concrete.
He struggled for hours until he heard voices.
A knife was cutting the sack away. The tape was pulled from his eyes.
“Cops! Fuckin cops”
“No need to cuff him. Leave him as he is!”
Matt was dumped into the back of the police car and Mr. Gambino was arrested. Matt kept banging his gagged head on the seat – mumbling something about a ‘wrong window.”
Date of Production: 12/08/2008
23 photos; 6:19 video
The Football Cub played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/11/2016
22 photos; 5:47 video
Model: Patrick
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/27/2016
26 photos
What the hell was going on here?
One moment I was feeling really good and stripping off my uni after a great game. The next moment some fool had come up behind me and slipped the pouch of a jockstrap down over my nose and mouth.
“Grrr! Who’s the fucking asshole?” I growled even while I realized that somebody had stuffed a damp sweat sock inside of that jock pouch and now the damp cotton of that sock was all clinging to my face. My stomach rolled over at the thought of somebody else’s smelly sock touching my face and then I began to smell this strange sweetness on the damp sock. What was that stuff?
The next thing I knew there were all kinds of strange colors dancing around in front of my face and I was starting to feel awfully dizzy. I tried to reach up with my hands to claw the damp sock jock off of my face, but to my surprise my arms wouldn’t even move. They just lay there like they were aXXXX or something. This wasn’t right! And then what I could see of the locker room around the jock covering my face began to spin all around and around and everything was getting darker and darker.
Then everything went black and it stayed black even after I opened my eyes again. That really scared me. Was I awake or was I dreaming? And then some of the sensation began to return to my XXXX body and I could feel some kind of cloth tied tightly over my eyes. A blindfold! Who blindfolded me? And then I began to feel the ropes. They were tied all around my chest and my arms and holding my hands tightly together behind me.
“Mmmhatmargoogooinggome?” I growled half in fear and half in desperation, but my words came out all wrong because now I could feel a thick band of cloth tied between my spread teeth which was trapping my tongue down in the bottom of my mouth so that I couldn’t use it.
My fear gave me strength and I managed to get back up on my feet and looked around with my blindfolded eyes. Where was I? Who had done this to me? I couldn’t see anything and I couldn’t hear anything and that was really scaring me. Then another wave of dizziness washed over me from the XXXX they gave me and I felt my wobbly legs lowering me back down onto my knees.
And then I heard footsteps. There were footsteps coming toward me.
“Mmmelp! Mmelp mmeee!” I pleaded into the choking cloth.
The footsteps came really close. Then I could feel someone standing right behind me. And then I could feel somebody’s hands on my head, taking possession of me in the dark, and a little voice deep inside me whimpered “Please don’t hurt me!”
Then I felt harsh fingers spreading over my eyes and clawing against my skin and I think I cried out a little before those fingers pulled the tight band of cloth off of my eyes and let me see again.
“Hello Bjork the Pork. Fancy finding you here,” a familiar voice laughed.
At first the bright lights hurt my eyes and it took a few moments before I could see anything. Then I looked up to see Danny Four Eyes standing over me with a pleased smirk on his face. “I’m glad you arrived in time for our little party,” the little Geek grinned at me.
What party? What was Danny Four Eyes talking about?
“Oh come on, Bjork,” he chided me. “Did you really think stocking masks would prevent us from finding out who raided Geek Territory the other night? We know all of you now. We Geeks, we’re really good at finding out things. And we Geeks are really pissed off after all of the damage you and your jock-buddies did to our rooms and our computers and everything. And we Geeks know that you Bjork were the ring-leader who planned the whole thing so you’re going to be the first one we pay back.
“Mmmmhatmormonnagoo?” Bjork was really scared now. Geeks were smart. There was no telling what kind of pay-back they might come up with.
“We’re going to have a little Hair Party for you Bjork,” Danny Four Eyes purred as he ran his fingers lightly over the patches of hair on my chest. “You know, hair today, gone tomorrow. We’re going to shave you just as clean as a newborn baby – and I do mean everywhere,” Danny Four Eyes actually laughed at me.
“Mmmooman’tgooghat!” I began to struggle to get my feet under me, but the next thing I knew Danny Four Eyes was holding a damp handkerchief over my nose. The XXXX cloth smelled just like that sweet-smelling sock from before. I tried to twist my face away, but Danny Four Eyes surprised me with how strong he was as he kept that damp cloth pressed against my face until those strange dizzying fumes began rushing into my nose again.
“Don’t worry,” Danny Four Eyes purred into my ear. “I’m not going to put you XXXX this time. I just want to relax and take some nice deep breaths. That’s right, now just a couple more to calm you down. Good boy.”
I tried not to breathe any of the XXXX stuff, but before I knew it my whole body was starting to feel really relaxed, and there were those strange colors dancing in front of my eyes again, and there was nothing I could do to stop Danny Four Eyes from tying my knees and my ankles really close together with tight ropes.
“There, now you won’t be tempted to try and run away. That would spoil our little party. Now I want you to just lie here quietly while I make a few calls to my fellow Geeks. I’m sure that they will all want to be in on this.” Then Danny Four Eyes walked away and left me all alone.
Desperation and fear filled my head and shook my body. I had to get out of here!
Little by little the chemical haze began to leave my body and I could feel the strength returning to my arms and legs.
But then I discovered what a clever little Geek Danny Four Eyes was. No matter how much I struggled and growled and rolled around on the floor, his clever knots wouldn’t let me go.
Instead those tight ropes held me tighter and tighter like one of those hugging snakes and the drool-soaked cloth in my mouth swelled up bigger and bigger until I could hardly breathe around it.
And then I heard the door open and squirmed around to see –
Danny Four Eyes and a whole bunch of his Geek friends were coming toward me. And every single Geek was holding clippers and shaving cream and scissors and razors...!
Fear shook my body and I begged and pleaded into my soggy gag for them to please not do this to me, but they couldn’t hear me. They were all too busy laughing and giggling while they stripped my helpless body down to prepare me for their Geek’s Revenge.
THE END
The Taken Jock played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
40 photos
When Dennis applied for the job as a security guard, he had been led to believe the hardest thing about it was staying awake. Dennis didn't like the hours, eight at night until six in the morning and he really didn't like that he was all by himself all night but his new boss had assured him that all he was guarding was some old files that the company stored in the building. Dennis was just to make sure the building didn't catch on fire or anything. It wasn't like anybody was going to be breaking in to steal old tax returns or receipts. Dennis hadn't even been issued a concealed item. But he did need the money and it certainly did seem unlikely that he would ever have to be stopping any burglars.
So on his first night, Dennis passed the time listening to the radio and doing rounds every thirty minutes of so. All alone in the building was a little creepy but Dennis concentrated on his work.
He did wish that the building had had security cameras but apparently the owners were so unconcerned about security that they had decided not to bother with the expense. That should have been Dennis' first clue.
At eleven thirty Dennis started another of his rounds. Everything seemed normal. Except for a window that someone had left open. Dennis closed it without a thought. That should have been Dennis' second clue.
The third clue was the trio of men in ski masks who greeted Dennis as he walked into to check one of the offices in the basement.
"What the...?" Was all Dennis could get out before he was roughly grabbed by two of the men. The third held his concealed item on Dennis.
"Do as we say and you get to live through this! Turn around now!" the an with the concealed item, the apparent leader, ordered. Dennis didn't have much choice. Dennis was a big guy, he had played football in college and unlike a lot of other guys, hadn't let his body go. But being a big muscular guy didn't mean much against a concealed item. Dennis was led to a storage closet and shoved against a door. His hands were then pulled behind him and his hands tied tightly with rope.
"All, right. Now we just need to keep you out of the way while we make a little visit to the bank. Put him in the closet!" Dennis didn't know what the lead burglar was talking about. the closest bank was several blocks away. But he never got a chance to ask about it. A filthy black rag was shoved between his lips and tied tightly behind his head.
"Mmmmpph!" was all Dennis could say as he was shoved into the closet.
"Relax", one of the men said before he went to join his friends, " Think of this as a break on company time."
The closet door was left open, undoubtedly so the burglars could keep an eye on their captive. Bound and gagged, Dennis could only shift around to get more comfortable. The burglars seemed to be busy with some kind of equipment though, so every time their backs were turned, Dennis twisted and struggled, trying to break free of his bonds. Unfortunately, the rope was securely tied.
The men took out a jack hammer and suddenly the room was filled by a cacophony. Slowly the wall of the basement was ripped apart, revealing another opening on the other side!
"Bet you didn't even know that was there, did you?" The lead burglar asked Dennis. Since he was gagged, Dennis didn't bother replying. The man continued, "Back in the thirties the city tried to construct a subway but they ran out of money so they simply sealed up the tunnels and built over them. Then the records got lost. This tunnel goes clear across town and no one even knows about it but us. All we had to do was find a nice easy place to break into it. Lucky for us, your employers weren't too concerned about security."
The men made to enter the tunnel, undoubtedly to break into the bank. To ensure that Dennis didn't get away, they tied his legs together at his ankles. They then left through the tunnel.
Dennis knew he had to get free. The burglars may have been content to leave him bound and gagged for now but who knew what would happen when they returned. With every muscle he had, Dennis struggled against the ropes. He tried expanding his chest against the ropes around his body and shifting his legs back and forth but to no effect. He also desperately searched for the knots on the ropes binding his wrists with his fingertips. Unfortunately, he could only find one and no matter how hard he tried, Dennis couldn't undo it. It didn't help that his hands were growing numb and his arms beginning to cramp. After several hours, all Dennis could do was roll around on the floor in the vain hope that he could somehow reach a phone and call for help.
In the end, all of Dennis' struggles were in vain. When the men returned hours later, Dennis was no closer to freedom then when they had left. He was only much more sore.
"Been trying to get loose?" The lead burglar asked as he stood over Dennis' bound and helpless body on the floor.
If Dennis had been uncomfortable before, he was even more so after he was hog tied. What little movement he had had before was gone as he was constrained into a tight little ball on the closet floor.
The burglars made to leave. While his partners packed up their jack hammer and loot, the leader stood watch over Dennis. He seemed to like watching as the security guard squirmed on the floor, making faint grunting noises through his gag. Finally the men were ready to go.
" Guess it's time to go. But first, I'd better take care of you."
Dennis didn't like the way the burglar said "take care of" and his heart jumped into his throat as the burglar reached into his jacket, apparently for his concealed item.
However, instead the thief pulled out a large stack of cash. He then bent down and reached into the front of Dennis' pants! After a lot more touching then was probably required, the thief deposited the stolen loot in the front of Dennis' underwear, wedged into his crotch.
"For your trouble" and then the lead burglar walked away, closing the closet door behind him.
Dennis didn't know what to make of that but he figured he would much rather be tied up and XXXX by another guy then tied up and shot. Dennis counted his blessings.
Again, Dennis spent his time rolling and squirming on the floor though not to try to get loose. He had given up on that. But the ropes bit into his flesh and his muscles were cramping. Not to mention, the wad of cash was chafing his private parts. Even the gag was biting into his mouth.
Dennis knew when it was six in the morning because he heard the people coming into the building through the ventilation ducts. He even heard his boss asking if anybody had seen Dennis anywhere.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmm mmaaa mfffaaaa!" Dennis tried moaning out but while he could hear everybody upstairs, no one could hear him in the basement with the ventilation going.
It wasn't until the people who worked in the basement came into work and saw the gaping hole in the wall that any one knew something was up. With what was left of his strength, Dennis rolled to the door. After a lot of moaning and thumping around he finally managed to get their attention. After several minutes of trying to find a knife to cut the ropes which were to tight to be untied, Dennis finally was free. As he stretched, one of the other workers noticed the large bulge the money stuck in his crotch made.
"At least you enjoyed yourself a little." she joked.
Dennis left his job after that. Though he did keep the money.
The End
Dennis played by Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/05/2002
27 photos; 4:35 video
Date created
12/03/2016
Model: DADDYboy
Badguy: Slade
30 photos
Tim really liked his new job as a surgical aide at the hospital even though Nurse Barbwire was a slave driver and Tim really hated the hospital’s no smoking policy which meant that he had to find a quiet out of the way place every time he wanted a cigarette.
Tim smiled as he opened the door to an unused office area and slipped inside. Nobody would think to look for him in here. Tim was already reaching for his cigarettes and lighter when he looked up to see two men in the office. One of the men was holding a bag full of hospital supplies and drugs and the other man was holding a concealed item!
“Oh my Gosh!” Tim gasped silently.
Then Tim tried to back out of the office as quietly as he came in, but then the two men saw him.
“Com’ ere Bright Eyes.” The man with the concealed item pointed it right at Tim.
Tim got a real tight feeling in his throat and his legs started to tremble as he walked slowly toward the two men.
“Listen, I just wanted a smoke, and I didn't see anything, and—“
The other man’s big hand clamped tightly over Tim’s mouth.
“What're we going to do with him?”
“I've got my silencer. We could do him right here and nobody would hear nothing.”
“No, that sounds too messy. And he’s too big to smuggle out to the car,” the other man said while his big fingers massaged Tim’s cheeks. “Just how smart are you boy?”
Tim made muffled noises into the palm of the man’s big hand.
Then the man took his hand off of Tim’s mouth and pinched the aide’s chin between his fingers. “What'd you say?”
“I…I didn't see anything. Honest…!” Tim gasped in a whisper.
“Gimme your hands!”
The other man continued you pinch Tim’s chin between his fingers until there were tears in Tim’s eyes while the man behind him pulled Tim’s arms back and then Tim felt sticky tape being wrapped and wrapped around his wrists until his hands were being held tightly together.
“Down on your knees, Bright Eyes,” the Man with the pistol let go of Tim’s chin.
All of the strength went out of Tim’s body as he sank down onto his knees. And then his eyes got really big and his skin started to crawl as he saw that the other man was going to put that dirty tape all over his mouth. Tim didn't like it, but he was too scared to resist as that tape was wound around and around his face until he lips were tightly sealed.
Then Tim dared to look up from where he was kneeling on the floor and listened while the two men talked in low voices.
“It’s almost two o'clock. That other guy will be waiting with the stuff.”
“All right, we'll give Bright Eyes some more of that tape and then leave him here until we get back.”
The two men came at Tim again with the tape and pushed him down on the floor. “They were going to leave him alone. Maybe he could escape,” Tim thought even while the two man-handled his body roughly and wrapped more and more of the tape tightly around his body. And soon Tim regretted that he wasn't wearing anything under his scrub suit and there was nothing between their rough hands and his tender body except the thin layer of cloth. And pretty soon after that Tim realized that he now had so much of that tape wound around him that the scrub suit had become part of his body as it held him tightly everywhere.
“Remember Bright Eyes, stay smart and stay quiet. We’ll be back.”
The two men slipped quietly out of the office with their loot.
“They'll be back!” Tim’s panicked mind thought again and again. And he didn't want to be here when they came back.
But no matter how much Tim struggled and rolled around on the floor and grunted and groaned behind his taped-over lips, he couldn't find any way to escape from his taped scrub suit or the deserted office where he was a prisoner.
Then the door opened and the two men came back in, now carrying two bags full of stolen stuff. “Hi Bright Eyes, been getting your exercise.”
“We can't leave him out in the open like this,” the other man growled. “Somebody might see him.”
“We can stash him in here.” The other man decided.
Tim craned his head around and saw that the second man was holding open the door to a small closet.
Oh no! Tim hated small places! So Tim tried his best to beg the two men not to put him in there, but the two men just laughed and ignored is muffled whimpers.
Then the bigger of the two men grabbed Tim by the collar of his scrub suit and dragged his bound body across the floor toward the open door.
Then both men man-handled Tim’s trussed body as they stuffed him inside the closet and then closed the door. And the last thing Tim heard for a very long time was their muffled laughter as they walked away and left him in there all alone.
Tim looked around at the small space and the walls all started to close in around him. And then his bound body began to complain about the cramped position that he was sitting in, but there was nothing Tim could do about that. There was no room for him to move, and pretty soon there was no room for him to breathe, and then tears began to well up in Tim’s eyes as he began to wonder what would happen to him if no one found him in here for a very long time.
Then Tim heard footsteps coming toward him. Oh no, they were coming back! They'd changed their minds about letting him live. They were coming back to—
The door to the closet opened and Tim blinked his eyes at the sudden bright lights. And then he looked up to see –
The very unfriendly face of Nurse Barbwire.
“Well Tim, what do you think you're doing, hiding in that closet?”
THE END
Tim played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 7/15/2000
30 photos; 3:36 video
My name is Todd and I have just come back from Africa. While there I visited a tribe in the Congo who have perfected a dart that induces XXXX for several minutes. The idea, I was told was not to harm the "Target" just render him harmless. You place the dart in your hand and as the "Target" shakes you hand he is injected with the serum. I intended to test this out by having my former college professor come over for a visit under the guise that I have hired him as my secretary to help with a book I had written on my travels. I found out that he took "part time" positions to help students with their writing problems.
You see, it is now PAYBACK time for my Arsehole Professor. He gave me a D for a term paper I wrote on Human Sexuality. I knew he was a "gay Hating" Prick. I intend to find out if his Dick feels the same way.
The door bell has just sounded, let my game begin. I quickly opened the door extending my hand. Professor Stone took my hand and began to shake it. I could see the look of recognition in his eyes just before he closed them and sank to the floor. I smiled . He looked so very HOT in his expensive power suit and shoes. I have been going to the Gym for years and at 6ft 4 inches, 220 lbs. had no trouble lifting his suited body off the floor and tossing him over my left shoulder on our small journey to my sofa.
I dumped him face down on the sofa, his glasses staying on his XXXX face, I laughed. I had my multicolored ropes and purple gag, red duct tape on the floor next to a chair he was heading for next. I look at his red silk tie and grinned as the red duct tape that was heading for his nasty foul speaking mouth. I fashion statement, I mused. Especially when I print and send those picture's and videos of him all the the Net and the School web site. hahaha
I picked him up like a suited rag doll and carried him over to the chair. parking his suited arse I began my process of getting him "BOUND AND GAGGED" Rope around his wrists and just above his elbows. Tape around his ankles over his trousers as not to damage the silk black socks he always wore. A purple dirty bandana with my dried cum in it I stuffed into his mouth. and red tape over it tight, real tight. He was waking up now. Eyes wide with fright. MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF. Relax Prof. Remember me, Prick.? I'm the student you failed 3 years ago. He shook his head no . GGGRRMPPPPPPFFF. hahaha I found this a riot and laughed in his face. The different colored ropes looked very festive. Like he was going to a party of sorts.
I stood him up and with a edge in my left hand ordered him NOT TO FUCKING MOVE. He nodded yes. I unzipped his suited fly and pulled out his Dick which was not hard. I tied a rope around his Nut Sack. I could jerk it hard if he started to piss me off. . I pulled on the rope and made him hop over the my sofa. "Sit the Fuck Down" I ordered, he did as told. I then grabbed the heels of his shoes and stretched him full length . I attached the rope around his Dick to a pulley I had rigged up on the ceiling. His Dick was getting hard. I spit in my right palm and proceeded to Milk My Prof. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I told him that if he mentioned to to the COPS I would find him and "Cut off his Nuts". He squirmed and shook and my right hand moved faster along his Rock Hard Dick. His head jerked side to side as he shot a five spar load. His Cum hitting his shirt and taped chin. "Very Good, Prof. I will give you an A for Cumming" I said. My Cock was dripping pre-cum inside my levi's 501. My silk boxers were sticking to the denim. I unbuttoned and pulled out my Cock. Grabbing a Condom, I quickly put my 9 inches into it. I rolled the Prof. over on the stomach bent over and undid his leather belt, pulling his zipper down. MMMPPPPPPPPFFF. came out of the taped mouth. "I'm gonna take your straight cherry-hole, DRY! no lube. I want you to remember this for a long time. So, with just a bit of my spit on the tip I climbed aboard. He bucked and kicked as I inserted the tip of my COCK, The shout that came from his mouth mouth made me harder. I XXXX the full length of my Cock into his Cherry-hole. Reaching the base I pumped like a fucking wild man. I shot while holding his suited body. What a Trip.
I then injected the Prof. with another dart. He was asleep in a moment. I stood up, undid all the rope's and tape binding him. I then stripped him Naked, except for his silk black over the calf socks upon which I emptied my Cum filled condom on. I carried his arse to my van. Re- Taped him/gagging him and I am now going to dump his now fucked arse in front of the Football Jock Frat House. On my cell phone I called the Frat House. When the phone answered I said. " Hey, Dude, There is a bound and gagged Professor on your front lawn the needs fucking and he will service all you men with oral sex." I drove home with a big smile on my Puss.
The End
Professor Stone played by Todd
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/26/2006
35 photos
You may call me The Specialist since that is what my employers call me. I work for a very private research firm that does not seek any publicity. Let us just say that they do research and development in areas that most people are better off not knowing about. My own particular vocation lies in the area of obtaining the laboratory subjects required to further my firm’s research in certain biological areas.
Today’s subject is Erik Diek, a physical education instructor at a local health club who is unaware that he is about to undergo a career change. See him now thumbing through the nicely illustrated little brochure we sent him. The contents of the brochure are unimportant, but each page has been treated with a special chemical that is absorbed through the skin. Once absorbed, this chemical has the ability to make the subject “more manageable” shall we say.
Yes, you can see it working now. First he will feel a little drowsy, and then his body will begin to weaken, and then he will fall into a pleasant insensitive XXXX. The XXXX will last only a short time, but the weakness will persist long after he wakes up.
Time for me to get to work now. After dealing with many such subjects, I know that he will not be receptive to this career change at first. In fact some of my subjects react quite violently so, over a period of time, I have developed this special means of binding them securely without actually hurting them or damaging them in any way.
Oh, see he is starting to wake up now. This is the tricky part. We don’t want him to alert the neighbors, do we?
“That’s right, Mister Diek, open wide now.”
“What--? Who--? Let go of—Mmmph…!”
“There, that’s better, now we'll just fasten it like this.”
Erik Diek thought that he was having a nightmare. All of a sudden he was discovering that his body was all bound up, there was a strange man in dark glasses standing over him, and now this big sponge rubber ball was being shoved deep into his mouth. Erik tried to squeal into the big rubbery gag and he tried to struggle against the cords that were bound all over his body, but now he felt so weak and strange. His body felt like he was under water and when he tried to move his arms and legs it felt like they were moving in slow motion and being held back by the water that was all around him.
Erik began to panic and squeal and he thrust his tongue against the soft rubber intruder, trying to push it out of his mouth, but all of a sudden the dark intruder’s hand was clamped over his mouth and a cold whisper came into his ear.
“Now, now Mister Diek, don’t try to spit out your gag. If you do, I have much more permanent ways of keeping you quiet.”
The cold whisper sent a cold shiver down Erik’s back. What did this man want?
“That’s better, now lie still. There are a few things I need to check out.”
Erik looked up to see his own frightened face in the reflection of the intruder’s dark glasses. And then he watched as the intruder’s big hands descended onto his chest. Erik gasped and tried to turn his body away, but his body was in no condition to resist as those big impersonal hands ripped his shirt to shreds and exposed the matching silver nipple rings that Erik was wearing.
“Nice jewelry, do you have any more,” the strange intruder chuckled.
Erik squeezed his legs together and began praying that the intruder wouldn't rip his shorts off, too. There was no telling what this man would do if he found the third piece of Erik’s matching silver rings.
Suddenly, the intruder’s big hands closed over Erik’s pecks and squeezed hard.
“Mmmiiike! Mmmop! Mmop, mease!” Erik squealed into the juicy ball.
“You can feel that?”
Erik nodded his head and splashed tears down over his cheeks.
“Interesting. Most of my subjects have been quite insensitive to pain at this point. Oh well, one more thing for the lab boys to check out.”
“Lab, what lab…?” Erik’s dazed brain was working so sluggishly.
“No matter, I will just have to give you something pleasant to smell to calm you down before we start your IV. By that time your transportation will be here.”
Erik watched with wide disbelieving eyes while The Specialist took out what looked like a bird’s nest of cotton and gauze and began dripping some liquid from a small bottle onto it. Erik shook his head from side to side and swallowed the drool that was building up in his mouth while he watched that sweet-smelling bird’s nest coming closer and closer to his face. This had to be a nightmare, it just had to be!
“Tell me, Mister Diek, have you ever considered a career in laboratory research?”
Erik Diek screamed and screamed into the spongy ball as the damp cotton nest settled over his face and fogged up his eyes with the power of its sickly sweet fumes, but no one could hear him, no one at all.
THE END
Eric Diek played by Brett
Photography by The Darkroom
Date of Production: 1/29/2000