Search and Seizure by Fidelis

26 photos

"Where the hell did he go?"
Officer Greg Jameson had followed the suspected bank robber’s car to this residential neighborhood. The suspect had jumped out of the car and run down the lane way between the houses. Greg had raced after him, hoping that back up arrived soon, but now the guy had disappeared. Then he heard the tinkle of breaking glass from one of the houses. Aha, I’ve got him, he thought. Adrenaline surged through his veins. This would be a nice step towards promotion, if he caught this guy, especially if he caught him by himself. Greg tried the gate leading into the backyard. Damn! It was locked. He looked at the fence – it wasn’t that high, he could get over it. He reached up, and grabbing the top of the fence, he began to pull himself up. Ouch! He hadn’t intended on falling over in quite that way, but there was no one to see his embarrassing tumble, and the important thing was that he was now in the yard. Shit, his radio was gone! It must have been torn loose as he scrambled over the fence. That must have the clanging sound he heard – it was his radio falling into that empty garbage can. He realized that in his excitement, he hadn’t radioed in the address. Sarge would have his ass when he found out. But….if Greg could capture this criminal, that wouldn’t matter. All the mistakes that he had made as a raw rookie would be forgotten…he hoped. After all, none of the reports on the radio had mentioned that this guy was armed. Ha, he was probably hiding out in that house, shitting bricks. Arresting him would most likely be like taking candy from a baby. Sarge was a big old worrywart. Nothing bad had happened to Greg during the few weeks he had been on the XXXX. Unless you included the unfortunate incident in the Krispy Kreme parking lot, but that had been an accident, it could have happened to anyone.
Greg pulled out his XXXX, and started up the steps to the back door. He could see shattered glass lying on the doorstep. Yep, this was the right house. The felon was inside there, probably cowering in a closet, hoping that no one would find him. He wouldn’t be cowering for much longer, that much was sure. Greg would capture him, and be the hero of the day. His mother would be so proud, and he would have his pictures in the newspaper and…Oooops! Gee, the owners of this house obviously didn’t take care of their property. A well-maintained step would never have cracked like that. There were probably termites chewing away at every piece of wood in the house. Too bad it had made so much noise. But Greg wasn’t worried. By this time the rookie had convinced himself that the felon would throw himself at Greg’s knees, begging for mercy.
Greg nudged open the back door, and peered inside. Empty. Just as he had expected. He scanned the room and edged inside. Even if the bad guy was hiding inside a closet, Greg intended to be careful. He didn’t want any nasty surprises springing out at him. Now he rather wished that he had waited for back up, or had at least opened the gate and retrieved his radio. He was aware of sweat breaking out on his brow, and what was that noise he could hear? Was it his teeth chattering? He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He was a COP! He was a brave, macho cop, about to apprehend a dangerous criminal. Oh gosh, he hoped this guy wasn’t TOO dangerous. Please, please, he thought. Don’t let him have a XXXX. Maybe he just handed over a note to the teller, and threatened her with a banana in a paper bag, pretending that it was a XXXX. Yeah, that was it. Greg felt a bit better as he visualized that scenario. He was SURE that the reports over the radio hadn’t said armed and dangerous. He took a deep breath and inched further inside the house. The floor creaked and he jumped. These old houses, always settling and making strange noises. It was silly to be afraid of the noises, unless …..Greg gulped, the noise was accompanied by the feeling of cold metal pressing into your temple.
"My, my. What do we have here? A cop! And a baby cop at that. When did they start taking recruits from kindergarten?"
In a trembling voice, Greg said; "You’re under arrest. ….OUCH!"
"I’m under arrest, am I? I don’t think so, pig.  We don’t want anyone getting hurt, do we piggy wiggy? Or are you going to huff and puff and blow the house down?"
Greg’s XXXX feel from his hands, his fingers feeling lifeless. Oh shit, oh shit, he was in trouble, big time trouble. He wanted Sarge!
"On your knees, cop, nice and slow. Don’t make any sudden moves – I would hate to have to hurt a little baby cop like you. That’s good. Now put your hands behind your back."
Greg fell to his knees, sweat running down his body. He was so afraid that he thought he might piss himself. He could see it now. His picture would be in the papers, but…not the way he had hoped. He could see the headlines . ‘Rookie cop XXXXned down.’ Oh hell and damnation, why hadn’t he waited? He clenched his teeth, trying to stop them from chattering together. He didn’t want this guy to see how frightened he was. He slowly brought his hands behind his back. He didn’t dare turn around as he felt the bad guy rummaging around in his duty belt. He knew what the guy was after. Yep, he knew he was right. Greg felt the cold steel of his own cuffs fasten around his wrists. He bit down on his lower lip, attempting not to cry out in pain. The bastard had fastened them way too tight.
"OK, piglet, let’s go for a little walk. I want to make you nice and comfy. "
Greg was helpless to resist as the robber hoisted him to his feet. With the XXXX pressing into his back, he stumbled into the living room. He almost fell over a small footstool that stood in the middle of the floor.
"Stop right there, piglet. Why don’t you have a seat and make yourself comfortable?"
Greg turned around, and lowered down onto the stool. Just as he sat down, he heard voices through the broken window. "Jameson, where the hell are you? Jameson!"
Greg opened his mouth to yell for help. "MMMMPHHH!" He XXXXd as the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his mouth. "Now, I have to warn you, that wouldn’t be a smart move, piglet. I would have to blow off your head if you yelled, and then I would have to shoot Pooh Bear and Eeyore, too. You wouldn’t want that, would you, piglet?"
"GGGMMNOOO. MMMNOSHOOTMPLISS."
"Good boy. Now you just sit there nice and quiet, like a good baby cop, until all that noise goes away. Do you understand me?"
"MMMPYESH!" Greg couldn’t nod his hand, with the XXXX jammed into his mouth, but he hoped that the robber could understand his garbled speech. Eventually the voices faded away into the distance; the other guys must be searching for him further down the lane way. The robber pulled the XXXX out of Greg’s mouth. "That was very good, cop. Let’s get down to business. I found some useful stuff in that closet, while I was waiting for you. They sure don’t teach you guys how to be quiet in the academy, do they? I thought that a herd of elephants was after me, not just one baby cop. However, that doesn’t matter. Here you are, and here you’re going to stay. Once I’ve made sure that you will keep quiet and won’t run away."
Greg gulped as the bad guy pulled a roll of black tape out of his bag. Oh shit, this guy was going to gag him. Greg whimpered as the tape was wound round and round his head, pressing his lips against his teeth. Yuck, it tasted nasty.
"Hmm, that looks much better. I think you need one more piece, right here. Great. That should keep you quiet. And just to make sure you don’t go running away in search of your cop friends, this should keep you in place on that nice comfy stool."
Greg groaned as rope was wound his chest and forearms. Darn, why did this guy have to tie it so tight? It hurt. More rope went around his thighs and his ankles, firmly anchoring him to the stool.
"Don’t you make a nice package, cop. I wish I could stick around and wait for your friends to find you, but I do have to make a get away. I’ll just find some clothes to change into, and I’ll be on my way. It’s too bad that you aren’t closer to my size. No one would stop a cop! But you’re just a bit too small. Have fun, cop!"
Grrr, who did this guy think he was, making fun of Greg’s size? He had passed the requirements for the XXXX and that was all that mattered. The robber wasn’t going to get away with this! Greg would get free of these ropes, and he would catch the guy before he left the house! Oh, these ropes were tight, way too tight. Ouch, and so were his cuffs. Greg tried to lurch to his feet, and sat down again. OK, that wasn’t going to work, not with his legs and thighs tied to the stool. He would just have to break it into pieces. It couldn’t be that difficult. It hadn’t looked too sturdy to him. All he had to do was rock back and forth again, the legs would break, and then he could free of the rope. His hands might be a bit more difficult, but with his legs free, at least he could get out of the house and warn the other guys.

Greg started rocking the stool. OH SHIT! That wasn’t supposed to happen. Oh, that hurt. At least he had fallen on to a nice thick rug. Greg kicked his legs, and thrashed around on the floor, trying to break the stool, or to somehow dislodge it. Maybe he could slide the ropes that bound his ankles off the legs of the stool. That would be a start. He thumped and struggled, but to no avail. Darn, this wasn’t going to work either. What now?

Greg started crawling across the floor on his stomach, dragging the stool with him. It wasn’t easy with his legs and feet tied to the stool. Inch by painful inch, he made his way across the floor. He was panting with exertion, drenched in sweat. The stool didn’t seem quite so flimsy now, as it lay on the back of his legs. Gee, it must weigh a ton! He took a break, lying panting on the floor. He heard a commotion in the back yard, and then footsteps thundering up the back steps, accompanied by a crashing sound and curses. Yep, definitely termites in those steps.
"JAMESON!"
"MMMHISARGE."

 

THE END

 

Officer Jameson played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 12/04/2003

Worker Retreat pt 2 by Caitiff

40 photos; 1:39 video

 

Van's Jock Strap

26 photos

Finally Friday by Toledo Tye

25 photos; 7:03 video

Finally it was Friday! It had been a rough work week but it was over and I had paycheck in hand heading for my car. All I needed to do was make it to the bank and then I had the rest of the weekend to relax and recover before the next work week began. I headed off to the bank only to be stopped by a freight train blocking the only crossing. Damn; just my luck! I sat impatiently as the train slowly went by as I kept checking the time; it was getting close to closing time at the bank. Eventually, the train moved on and I headed quickly to the bank
I quickly entered along with 4 guys behind me just as a bank employee locked the doors. Just made it; what luck. I thought it strange that these 4 guys had ski masks on as it wasn’t all that cold outside. Just then they ordered everyone to the floor. “This is a stick up; just do what we say and nobody will be harmed.” 3 of them surrounded the bank lobby while one approached the tellers and had them fill bags with cash from their drawers. Once they were satisfied they had gotten enough loot they began to head for the door. They stopped standing over me and said “Let’s take someone so we have some leverage.” “Get up!” they barked at me. “Move” Terrified I complied as they escorted me with a waiting van outside. “Get in there and shut up.” They pushed me in the back of the van as it sped off. “Get some rope and tie this guy up.”
One of them held me while another grabbed some rope and ordered me to lie on my stomach and put my hands behind my back. Again, I had no choice and soon I felt him began wrapping rope around my wrists. He quickly had my wrists tied tightly and grabbed another long piece of rope. After ordering me to sit up he began tying some sort of rope harness around my torso and crotch, cinching everything very tight. “That should hold you for awhile.” He half jokingly said. “Just keep quiet and maybe we won’t hurt you.”
After about 30 mins. The van pulled into the driveway of a vacant isolated house. After stopping they threw open the side door and just said “March” Quickly they entered the house and XXXX me into a small deserted room shutting the door behind them and I heard the lock click. I struggled against the ropes but they were too tightly tied for me to make any headway and even if I did how would I escape out of the locked door. I still kept trying to get loose but was getting nowhere. I could hear them in the next room counting the money and discussing what their next move was.
Then I heard one of the say “Better check on our guest.” The door opened and the roper entered with a white rag which he rolled up and XXXX roughly into my mouth tying the ends around the back of my head. He also had more rope and after he crossed my ankles he tightly tied them together. Now I was XXXX to stay on the floor. Any chance of escape was even more remote. The ropes were very tight and I was glad they were tied over my clothes as they would have really dug into bare skin.

They were listening to the news reports on the radio and the authorities had no leads on them. They discussed that they would lay low until early morning and move on with the next phase of their operation. I heard them debating what they were going to do with me. Some of them wanted to keep me as a captive and some wanted to just leave me tied up here. I had to get loose and out of here. I struggled more with the ropes but still was getting nowhere. I kicked my shoes off in hopes of being able to escape the ropes around my ankles but that didn’t make any difference as the rope was tied too securely to slip down and off over my feet. I had a sleepless night as I desperately tried to free myself.
Then I heard them moving around again. “Check on our guest, again.” Roper came in the door and checked over his rope work. Satisfied that I was going nowhere he left and reported to the others that I was still “on ice.” They took a final vote and decided on leaving me here. I was relieved until I heard a noise of some liquid being poured out in the other room. I got a whiff of gasoline! SHIT! I’ve got to get out of here. The only headway I had made was to loosen the rope holding my ankles together. I continued to work on that as they had left and I could begin to smell smoke.
Frantically I pulled on the free piece of rope I had worked loose. Quickly I continued working with it until I was able to kick the rope off over my socks and I quickly got to my feet and headed to the door. Fortunately, they had not locked it behind them after roper’s last visit as they expected the fire to quickly take care of their hostage. I ran through the house and out the door dodging the flames.
The fire engulfed the house breaking windows as it burned. Once the flames subsided I got a hold of a piece of glass and began sawing at the ropes on my wrists. Finally I cut through the rope and after removing the rest of the ropes headed off to find the highway and some help.



The End

Model:Marco


Photography by Caitiff



 

Date of Production:11/21/2010

Shackled

24 photos

Model: Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Lab Rat by Caitiff

75 photos; 5:28 video

 

The happy gas was beginning to wear off. As I tied the subjects hands to the bed railing, I could feel him squirm and jerk. 

 

Good thing I had already tied his feet. 

 

Of course he couldn’t see what was going on with the blind fold I had put on him. All he could tell was he now being tied up hand and foot on a bed. He might have also noticed his short was gone. 

 

“Hey!.. Mmmppphh!” I clamped my hand over his mouth for a bit as I reached for my bottle. 

 

A quick squirt and it was back to happy for the lab rat. 

 

“Mmmm, that feels good.” He said as I carressed his hairy chest to see how fast his heart and breathing were going. I could see the slight chubby poking through his shorts. That was a normal reaction. 

 

I made sure the subject lay flat on his back on the bed. He was much more cooperative now that he had had a bit of happy juice. 

 

Just a little preparation left to do. 

 

 

The End?

The Subject played by Bo
The Evil Scientist played by Drake
Photography by Connor Kent

 

Date of Production: 03/19/2014

Buff

29 photos

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/16/2008

Edging the Pledge by SoftTouch

21 photos; 3:02 video

Antonio in Blue Jeans

22 photos

Model: Antonio

Day At The Office By Caitiff

25 photos

"All right, Martinez. This is your big break. Don't screw it up!" Mr. Burns scowled as he put on his coat to go outside.

"You can count on me, sir!" Ramone Martinez said as helped his boss out the door.

This was great! After working at this stupid paralegal job for months and taking his Mr. Burns' constant abuse, Ramone was finally being left alone at the office. All he had to do was make sure that all the records got filed away and the money from clients got taken tot the bank on time. Mr. Burns had promised if Ramone proved he could do these "simple" things while Mr. Burns was out of town, Ramone would finally get a raise.

The first day was fairly easy. Ramone spent of his time organizing the files and he got the checks from clients deposited before the bank closed. Soon it was 7 o'clock. Time to go home and go to bed. There were still a great many files left to put away Unfortunately the masked men had other plans.

"What the.." Ramone stuttered as he grabbed. The men ordered him to go down on his knees. One held him while the other began ransacking the office files.

"I can't find it in this pig sty!" He said to his partner.

The man covering Ramone jerked Ramone's tie roughly, " Where's the Berman file?"

"I don't know. I think my boss took it with him!"

'Should we?!" The second man asked the first.

"Nah. Here, keep him out of the way with this. He might 'remember' something, if he knows what's good for him!" The first man tossed his partner a roll of gray duct tape.

Ramone's hands were taped tightly behind his back. Then more tape was wound around his feet and arms. It was all Ramone could do to keep his balance.

"Sure you don't want to tell us where the file is?" The second XXXXman asked, waving his XXXX menacingly.

"Even if I did know, which I don't, I wouldn't tell you. You'll never get away with Mmmphh!!" Ramone's bravado was cut short by the XXXXman's hand clamped over his mouth.

"Yeah, right. You got a big mouth. Lucky for you we don't want to give the police extra incentive by killing you. If we can help it." The man then stuck a strip of duct tape over Ramone's mouth and smoothed it over his face until it formed an effective gag. "There, now you can tell us how 'we're not going to get away with this' all you want and you won't bother anyone! Hahaha!" The man pushed Ramone so he lost his balance. With a painful thump, Ramone landed on his ass on the floor.

The two men then continued searching the office, going from the file cabinet tot he stacks of files that lay on the desk. Mr. Burns, being old fashioned, never kept any of his cases on the computer. But it would only be a matter of time before they found the Berman file, sabotaging the case Mr. Burns was making. Losing the Berman case would not only mean some very nasty people would get away with being slum lords, but it would ruin the business. And even worse, Ramone would lose his job!

Vainly Ramone struggled to get loose. But the tape he was tied up with was impossible to get out of. There were no knots to undo and no slack to work with. Ramone was was reduced to wiggling and grunting on the floor.

Of course, even if Ramone managed to get free, he couldn't do much against a XXXX. But he may be able to make a break for it.

Not that it mattered what he might do if the tape continued to hold him!

"I found it!", Ramone heard and his heart dropped. He could only look up and glare as one of the XXXXmen walked up to him

"We'll be leaving you now. Thanks for all your help!"

"Mmmm-mmphha mmmppphhrr!" Ramone grunted furiously through the tape gag but the men were gone.

The night went slowly as Ramone rolled around on the floor. He had given up getting free long ago but he couldn't even XXXX. HE couldn't find a comfortable position to lay while he was tied up like he was.

Morning came and Ramone despaired of ever getting free. Mr. Burns wouldn't be back for another day. Ramone shuddered to think of being bound and gagged for two entire days!

Suddenly in walked Mr. Burns! "What the hell?" he exclaimed seeing the mess. He then looked down on the ground and noticed his paralegal, bound and gagged on the floor.

"Mmmm?!" Ramone moaned pathetically.

None too gently, Mr. Burns peeled off the tape that had cemented to Ramone's face.

'Yeee-aaaahhhh...Robbers! They stole the Berman file! Left me tied up!"

No they didn't," Mr. Burns said. "You mixed the Berman file with the Garman file. That's why I came back. To get the correct file. I never understand how you keep mixing up B and G."

"You mean.."

"Yes. "Mr. Burns explained as he replaced the tape over Ramone's mouth, "Your incompetence has actually saved us. So I won't fire you. Of course, I will have to take the damages out of your pay. And I think I'll just leave you here where a while longer so you don't cause any more trouble."

"MMMMM!" was all Ramone could say.

 

The End

Ramone played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

Ego by Ivor Ciccone

30 photos

I love it when my cousin Ben comes to visit, we wrestle, play fight and tie each other up, have done for years. He's a lot bigger than me though, so he usually gets the upper hand. Well not on this particular day.

Ben had been at work all day and decided to pay me a visit on his way home -

BIG MISTAKE!

We drank a couple of beers and talked for an hour or so, but soon Ben, reclining in the sofa, was floating off to dreamland. I siezed the golden opportunity and grabbed my ropes. It had been ages since I got the bastard tied up because when we wrestled he always won and tied me up.

Conveniently, he had fallen aXXXX with his arms up, supporting his head with his hands. Gently I tied them tightly together at the wrists, then wound the rope around the back of the chair he lay on. The ropes were very secure, very tight, I stepped back to admire my handiwork and called to the XXXX guy.

"Ben, wakey wakey, it's time to get up!"

He woke from his XXXX and in a couple of seconds was asking...

"What the fuck?"

"I never get the chance to try out my ropework on you these days, bro", I said, "you're too strong for me to beat in wrestling. So what do you think? I've improved, right?"

"For fucks' sake, Kenny", he said, "can't a guy get any peace? No, I don't think you've improved any, these ropes are shit, I'll be loose in no time".

"Oh yea? Let's see it then," I said, "but first lets give you a bit more of a challenge."

I pulled his hands down from behind his head and fastened them in front of him by winding rope from his bound wrists around the back of the chair. Then I pulled the rope back around and cris-crossed it across his crotch and then around his legs, finally winding it back around the chair and tying a big knot in it . Then I secured another piece of rope from his wrists to the rope around the tops of his legs, then more around his legs and ankles, tightly binding him to the chair.

"You call this ropework?" Ben growled, "you're no match for me, boy!" He tensed his muscles and strained against my ropes. I knew his words were just bravado, he'd never allow himself to give a compliment, he always had to be the best.

"I aint setting you free, cous, you're gonna have to try to escape all by yourself", I teased.

He tried to wriggle his wrists out of the rope binding them, but got nowhere. He tried to pull his legs free from thier binds, but again got no slack.

"I'll be free in no time, you little shit, and you better be prepared for an ass whipping", he said, starting to lose his cool.

"I don't think I wanna listen to your threats anymore, big guy", I said and got out a big red ballgag.

"No way, fuck you, Ken, I'NNNGGGMMMMMMMMMPPPPPFFFFF", Ben started to hurl abuse, but I silenced him just in time.

"What's that you said? Haha! Got you bound & gagged good, don't I cous," I smiled.

"So get free if the ropes are so shit... Go on!!"

I was loving this.

Ben was now completely on ice.

"I'm obviously better than you at the ropework now dude, you're taking forever to get free!!"

"GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNGGGGGG," he tried to say.

"I may amuse myself by tickling those big feet of yours, cous, if you don't get loose soon!", I said, knowing that threat would get him struggling even more vigorously!

I have to say my dick grew pretty big at the sight of my cute, beefy cousin captive, gagged and struggling.

"Well when you are ready to agree that I am the champion with the ropes, King of ropework, and you can't escape my excellence, when you agree that you are too weak for my knots, just nod your head. You'll be agreeing that you're a wuss who can't escape lil Kennys' ropes, but thats what you've gotta do to be set free, nod your head in agreement that Kenny is King and you are a total loser who surrenders!"

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFF", Ben grunted into the ballgag.

I knew he'd die before agreeing to that so I guessed I'd get to keep him bound & gagged like that for quite awhile. I squatted down to his level and poked my tongue out at him.

"I'm gonna have another beer, I think, dude......you want one?"

"GGGGRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFF!"

"Just nod that Kenny is your superior and you got it!"

"GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFF!" This was killing him. How big can one guys ego be, I thought as I went to the fridge.

I cracked open the beer and took a seat in front of Ben. He looked at me and shook his head in defiance, then drifted off to XXXX! Evidently, he'd rather XXXX bound & gagged than admit defeat.

Fuckin' ego maniac!

Fin

Ben played by Himself

Photography by Pavlos

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Snatched by Fidelis

25 photos

"Move it, move it! Keep on going!"
"GGGMMMPHHHH!" Dave felt as if he was living a nightmare. He had been in the library all night, grading papers, and he knew that he had to get some fresh air, or he would fall aXXXX. He couldn’t believe the work load that Professor Jamieson had dumped on him. The good professor was a star, or at least he liked to think that he was, and was always on the road – giving lectures and attending conferences. As a result, Dave ended up teaching the majority of his classes and grading most of his papers, for a pittance. He barely had time to work on his dissertation, which he had the feeling was going to make HIM a star. He had uncovered some previously unknown correspondence between two major 19th political figures, which was really going to rock some boats. He vowed to himself that once he had finished this lot of grading, he was going to take a couple of days to do some more research. Jamieson could go screw himself!
Dave took a couple of deep breaths of the fresh air. Ah, that was much better. He decided to stretch his legs a bit since he was outside. He would take a quick walk, and then go back to his drudgery. There were still a few people around, so he didn’t pay much attention to the sound of footsteps behind him. As he passed into a pool of darkness between of the lights lining the pathway, he heard the footsteps begin to speed up. He felt a frisson of apprehension and began to turn around, sensing the presence of someone too close to him. As he turned a hand went over his mouth, and an arm went around his chest. As he began to struggle he heard a gruff voice saying " Come on, grab him and pull him into the bushes." Someone else grabbed his legs, and he was dragged off the path and into the bushes. His face was pressed down into the dirt as his arms were jerked behind him, and his hands bound behind his bag. Dave tried to scream for help. He received a slap to the back of his head and a mouthful of dirt for his efforts. Then his head was pulled up. Before he cry out, something sticky was pressed against his lips, muffling his yells. A musty smelling sack was pulled over his head and shoulders, and then he was dragged to his feet. Strong hands grabbed his elbows and he was propelled forward. He tried to go XXXX in an effort to slow down his attackers, but then didn’t faze them. They just dragged him along, his feet scuffing on the grass until he felt the grass turn into in something harder.
"Toss him in he back seat, quick, before anyone see us. Get in with him, and keep him out of sight." Dave was picked up and thrown into a car, were he was XXXX onto the floor in between the front and back seats. A foot was pressed onto the back of his neck. "Don’t try to move kid, and you won’t get hurt."
After a short drive, the car stopped. Dave was pulled out of the car and dragged up a flight of steps. He felt like he was suffocating, the musty canvas sack over his head letting in little air. He was shoved down onto his knees, and sack was removed. He blinked in the sudden light, snorting and choking as he was able to breathe freely. Two scruffy looking men stood in front of him.
"You wait here, junior. A friend of yours is coming to visit you. I suppose we had better fix you up so you don’t try to run away before he gets here. He’d be real pissed if you weren’t here – he paid us good money to fetch you for him."
Dave was shoved against a wall as the two men tied his ankles and knees. He attempted to kick out at them, grunting through his tape up mouth, but he was no match for the burly pair. Within a minute he was trussed up.
"Come on Charlie, lets have a beer while we wait. The kid isn’t going anywhere."
Both men laughed, and one of them shoved Dave with his foot, XXXXing the grad student over onto his side. Dave lay on the floor, stunned. Who were these guys, and what did they want? He didn’t have any money, nor did his family. Why had he been XXXX like this? And who was the mysterious ‘friend’ who had paid these men? He whimpered in fear. He knew he had to get out of here, but how? He could hear his XXXXs in the next room, laughing, talking about what they were going to do with all of the money that they had been paid for grabbing Dave. It sounded like they were getting deep into the beer very quickly. They weren’t paying any attention to Dave at all. He rolled over onto his stomach and began inching his way towards the door through which he had been brought. It hadn’t been closed properly, and he could tell that it opened onto the street. He could feel the fresh, rather chilly air flowing through the door. As he made his way along the floor, he rubbed his taped mouth against the carpet. If he could get rid of the gag, and make it outside, he would be able to yell. He knew that he didn’t have much chance of getting free of the ropes – they were far too tight and too professionally knotted for him to loosen them. He was getting closer and closer to the door, building up a sweat as he went, pausing every now and then to try to catch the edge of the tape and pull it loose.
"Hey, kid, where the hell do you think you’re going? "
"GGGGMMMPHHHNOOOO! MMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS?"
Dave wailed in frustration as one of his captors grabbed him by the feet and pulled him back into the room. Ugh, the bottom of his chin was going to be raw from carpet burn. But that soon turned out to be the least of his worries.
"So you think you’re a smart guy, do you? Trying to get away from us, and screwing up our business. You’re going to regret this, asshole. Here we were being nice to you, leaving you in a comfortable position. Too bad you weren’t satisfied with it. Charlie, get me some more rope.
"MMMUGGGH. MMOUCH! MMMNOOO!"
Oh Christ, Dave thought, he HAD been a lot more comfortable before. The pain in his muscles was look fire, the strain on them was so intense, now that his hands were tied to his feet. This position was incredibly painful. Every time he tried to move, pain shot through his body. His hands were becoming numb from the increased pressure. His fingers felt like fat sausages. Then he heard noises at the front of the house – a different and familiar voice was added to those of his two captors. He heard footsteps crossing the floor, and then a pair of highly polished and expensive shoes stood in front of him. He could see perfectly creased, beautifully tailored trousers above the shoes. He tried to lift his head up to look further, but he didn’t need to see more to identify the man standing above him. One of the beautifully shod feet went beneath his chest, and nudged him over on to his side.


 "MMMPROFSOR!!!MMMHEEELPMMEEE!"
"Dave, Dave, Dave" purred Professor Jamieson. "You have been a bad boy, haven’t you? Holding out on me the way that you have. Were you going to wait until I had published my book on Tipton and Sharp, and then release your paper? You would have enjoyed making a fool out of me, wouldn’t you? Well, it’s NOT going to happen, young man."
Dave shuddered as he listened to Jamieson’s voice harden, becoming suddenly vicious. Jamieson’s face was almost unrecognizable as it turned red, spittle hanging from his lips as he harangued Dave. The fastidious and elegant Professor Jamieson seemed to have been transformed into a different person. Dave thought of Jekyll and Hyde, and he shuddered.
"NOBODY makes a fool out of me, least of all a graduate student. You’re going to rue the day that you were born, my boy. It’s lucky for me that you are so careless and forgot to lock your carrel last week. Thank God I found your work in time, before my book went to the presses. I can incorporate your research into the book, and with my name on it, it will be a hit! The Dean will be most impressed. It will be another triumph for me! You’re going to stay here for a week, or two. My friends wiltake excellent care of you. I believe they have a lovely dark, dank cellar which is perfect for entertaining guests. Adios, my friend. And thanks for your work."
As the two thugs dragged Dave away, he took some comfort in the fact that he had beXXXX to entertain suspicions that the correspondence was a forgery. If that turned out to be the case, he was going to have the last laugh.

THE END

Dave played by Brett
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/14/2004

The Two Timing Magician by Ivor Ciccone

25 photos

The Two Timing Magician

 

By Ivor Ciccone

 

My mate Dave fancies himself as some kind of magician, whenever he goes to a party or even just for drinks after work he performs a lame new card trick or sad coin vanising act.

 

After we became buddies Dave inevitably got an introduction to my sister and it wasn't long before they began dating, so I naturally felt kind of guilty and responsible when he started XXXX around behind her back.

 

I told her to stay away from the sleaze and advised him to back the fuck off from my sis, but Dave didn't listen and kept calling the house and bugging her to forgive him.

 

One Sunday the slut guy had the front to call me and ask me over to his place for pizza and a video, apparently he had mastered a new magic trick that he wanted to show me and of course, I was well aware that he thought of worming his way back into my good books as a ticket to get him access to my sister.

 

I kept my cool, a plan was forming.

 

"Yea, sure, that'd be fun dude, I aint got nothing else planned for today", My acting was flawless.

 

"Ok, cool, see ya in an hour bro, bye".

 

Dave was probably smiling smugly to himself, thinking he'd reeled me back in.

 

Little did Davey boy realise what he had gotten himself into, unknown to him was the fact that I am kind of a bondage enthusiast and today I was finally gonna get to tie him up and rid my sister of him and it was gonna be so easy!

 

When I got to Daves' I wasted no time before I got my plan into action.

 

"Have you ever considered working some escape artist tricks into your act dude?", I asked very nonchalantly.

 

"What, like Houdini? I'd love to, hes a major hero of mine!", the young magician couldn't resist, just as I'd hoped!

 

"Perfect", I thought.

 

"So, you want me to tie you up so you can practice your escape technique and try to get free?" Inside I was smiling.

 

"Sure bro, that'd be boss! And I have lots of rope," he says, I guessed as much. Now I'm getting hard!

 

"Okay, take off your clothes", I said.

 

"Whaa?" he exclaimed, brow all twisted in confusion!

 

 "I thought you said you were a fan of Houdini, don't you know that to prove he wasn't hiding any knives or keys in his clothes to help him get free Houdini did all his escapes naked? Like, duh! "

 

"Oh sure, of course", the gullible stud said and stripped!

 

I wasted no time in binding his wrists tightly behind him.

 

"Ok, that's nice and tight, wow this would make a great pic, dude. Say cheese!" And I took my camera out of my pocket and took the first in a series of photos I knew were guaranteed to scare Dave into staying away!

 

"NO WAY MAN, FUCK YOU!"

 

 "Now you're gonna listen to me, you little prick."

 

"MMMMppppppppfffffff" was all the dude managed to say in his defense because I really didn't want to hear his voice so I grabbed a nearby roll of black duct and taped his mouth shut tight.

 

In shock at the position he had gotten himself into, Dave's ass dropped to the bed.

 

"Great, another perfect composition", I said and took another pic.

 

"Now I told you very clearly that I wanted you to get the fuck out of my sisters life, didn't I Dave? Nod your head."

 

 He nodded.

 

I got the rest of the rope and moved towards his feet to tie them together at the ankles. Anticipating my move and as a way of protecting his privacy Dave bent his legs away from me.

 

"Don't even think of working against me dude, I have the upper hand here, ok?" And I pulled his legs straight and bound them at the ankle.

 

I was so enjoying this!

 

 I got a full frontal picture of the nude dude and his little prick while he was on his back before he managed to shift around onto his front laying on the bed.

 

"You don't have a sister, do you Dave? Maybe this lesson will teach you to have some respect for women, especially my sister!"

 

As if trying to apologise the dude worked his way into sitting on the bed and looking into my eyes, like a puppy dog, he pleaded into the gag for me to set him free.

 

 "MMMMPPFF FFFOOOWWWYYY, PPPLLLLEEEEMMMFFF LLEMM ME MPFO!"

 

SNAP! SNAP! These pics were turning out really well!

 

Dave realised that pleading was not gonna work and so he tried struggling, which I knew was a pointless exercise - I had tied the ropes for Christs sake - but he looked so good twisting & squirming in the ropes that I just let him carry on. My dick was throbbing man and I was getting some awesome pictures.

 

 "Ok, so dude you know that if you call my sister again I'm gonna distribute these pics all round town and no girl will want to know you, right?"

 

Dave started moaning & twisting more.

 

"Let's just give Houdini one final challenge shall we?"

 

 I roped the dudes feet to his wrists in a hogtie, tight!

 

"MMMMMPPPPPPFFFFF" he protested into the tape as I snapped away, standing over him, moving all around him, getting some horny pics.

 

He looked soooo good I didn't wanna leave him, but I knew I had the roll of film to always remind me of this perfect day!

 

 "Don't work too hard now Mr. Magic will you? And, don't worry, I'll be sure to keep these pretty pictures all to myself as long as you leave my sister alone. See ya!"

 

"MMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF!" was the last I ever heared from Dave.

 

 

 

 

 

fin

 

Dave played by Rod

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Lambda Gamma Panic by SoftTouch

25 photos

Jogger XXXX by Cryptococcus

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

Country Boy by Chipoi88

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

Winners and Losers by SoftTouch

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

All Mine

23 photos; 7:35 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/11/2013

Prisoner of War

28 photos; 4:10 video

The Prisoner played by Chad
Photography Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/13/2013

Ezio Nude

23 photos; 5:11 video

Model: Ezio
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 06/01/2017

Compromising Positions by Caitiff

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

Taking Out His Toy

20 photos; 5:50 video

The Toy played by Cole
The Domiant played by Chad

Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 11/30/2012

Therapy by Fidelis

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

Hump

28 photos; 6:45 video

Model: Mike

Photgraphy by Caitiff