32 photos; 4:23 video
Model: Aaron
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/14/2007
25 photos; 4:53 video
Bound Guy Played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/18/2019
20 photos; 4:52 video
Victim played by Rex
Date of Production: 08/06/2019
25 photos; 5:33 video
Kevin was lead down into a dark basement cuffed up and blindfolded. He kept really quiet not wanting to add to his situation. He was grabbed after serving tables where he served good food and wine to high class people... so he thought? Could I done a bad service to these guys? He didn't know but was trying to analyze possible reasons for his sudden XXXX.
They sat him down and roped thin tight rope around his boots and torso they seemed to love his tight attire a little too much and often felt his hard pecs and arms while checking the ropes. Kevin though confused and a little scared seemed to like this attention and struggled for them. For XXXXs they seemed to treat him with respect and not too mean like. They even tied his ass up so pretty! He wondered how he looked if he were them. Maybe I should tie up all my other little friends too this feels way hot!
But high thoughts of bondage soon plummeted into chaos once they took the blindfold off and quickly gagged his mouth so tight with a fresh white stripe of cleave. They were jocks from class who were known to haze on kids, and he heard they love to tease their victims in odd rituals of bondage or some other form of torture. He was surprised yet scared they picked him next...
One of them came down and told him he was caught and suspected of being a rich boi with lots of money from his beloved parents. He always dressed so neat and acted a certain way. He said these types of behavior signal him out for being a rich snob, but Kevin wasn't a snob nor was he wealthy? Yeah he made good fortune at work and was awarded a scholarship but does this make him rich? He feared they have misjudged his roots and will now be stuck here thinking his family can't bail him out?
They called his parents and they freaked. They didn't know what to do and feared Kevin would be hurt if they didn't do what they were told. Kevin felt really bad hearing all this and started to struggle even more; he wasn't liking this anymore the cute prank is so over!
"Give us the money by midnight or else Kevin gets a round of darts shot at his pretty face!" The jock demanded. Darts? Was he kidding them that sounded really silly I'm sure he is bluffing as I would have suspected XXXXs over darts! Kevin was jumping to conclusions until they actually plastered a big dartboard on his chest... Kevin sat at attention frightened of what they plan to do to him if his parents didn't comply...?
"Now now calm down I don't plan to hurt you... well if my aim isn't so bad tonight! HAHAHAHA!!" Kevin's eyes opened so wide and he cried out in protest... "MMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!" "HAHA that's the spirit! I was thinking you didn't talk much; now I know to get you going is to give you a little scare hehe..."
Kevin had enough but the ropes just got tighter as the bonds dug into his skin as the first dart flung into his chest lucky him it was a bullseye! Next time he may not be so lucky... "MMMPPPPHHHH!!!"
"Hehe I love it when guys get all shot up in adrenaline; now let's properly check you out!" Kevin was harder than a toothpick now but then felt sad being the toothpick for they can easily break him! I must not think of such things he said to himself they might actually happen! Ugh!
Kevin played by Marco
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:08/01/2011
29 photos; 3:18 video
Ohhhhh. Sergeant Mike Brown tried to rub his aching head. What had happened? He had heard loud music, drunken shouting and smelled doobie. He had gone to investigate, and thenPOW!!! Something had slammed into his jaw, and everything had gone dark. What the fuck? Why were his hands tied together? And his feet? He was going to kick some ass. If those new recruits thought that they could get away with something like this, they had better think again. Once he got his hands on them, those sorry little bastards were going to wish that they were still at home with Mommy to tuck them in.
"You buggers, you come and untie me now!!! "
"Hey, Sarge, you got a problem?"
"You, youI should have known that you were behind this, Creighton. You're in BIG trouble now! I'm gonna rip your balls off!"
"Gee, I'm scared, Sarge. Can't you see me shaking? That's mighty big talk from someone who's all tied up. I'm tired of listening to you. You're spoiling our fun. Open up, Sarge."
"Don't you even think about..GGGGMMMMMMPPHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Sarge? Cat got your tongue? You're not so tough now, all tied up and gagged. Just you sit there like a good Sergeant. You don't want to be a party pooper, do you? The kids are finally having a good time."
"GGRRRMMMPHHH." Sergeant Brown fought against the ropes around his hands and feet and knees. That asshole was going to regret the day that he had been born, once Mike was finished with him. He had no idea as to the amount of trouble he was in. Damn, these ropes were tight. Mike kicked at the door in frustration.
"MMMMPHHHH! MMGGUNTIEMMEE." Aaagh, this bandanna was tied in tight. Mike could feel it cutting into the corners of his mouth. He brought his bound hands up to his mouth, but the tape was so tight he couldn't get his fingers under it. If he could get his mouth free, he might be able to work on the ropes with his teeth. Damn, he felt so helpless. He hammered on the door and the walls with his booted feet. There had to be SOMEONE else besides these stoned recruits around.
"You're making an awful lot of noise there, Sarge. You trying to disturb the boys? They're all in an awfully good mood right now. We don't want to spoil the party for them now, do we? Let's make you a little more comfortable."
"MMKEEPGGHFUCKINGGMHANDSMOFFME!"
"There, that's much better. I'm warning you, Sarge. You be a good boy and keep quiet, or you'll be sorry."
Fucking punk! Mike pulled at the new ropes that Creighton had added to his bindings. The foul taste in his mouth seemed to be getting worse. Yuck. No matter what he did, he couldn't loosen the gag or the ropes. He howled through the gag. What the hell were those kids on? They were getting louder and louder, hooting and hollering. "Yeah, Creighton, go for it! Bring the bastard in!"
"Hey, Sarge, guess what? The boys want you to join the party. Isn't that nice of them? It seems that they're all kind of frisky and need some release. I mentioned that you were out here, ready and willing to give them what they want. What do you think about that?"
"MMMNNNOOOOO!" Sergeant Brown screamed into his gag as Creighton grabbed his feet and started to drag him towards the room full of horny young men. This couldn't be happening to him! OH SHIT!!!!!
THE END
Sarge played by Gene
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/07/2007
18 photos; 3:03 video
It was the last straw. The anger had been building for years. He snapped. Twenty-six year old Eric was livid with rage. He had taken abuse from his older brother Tommy since he was a kid. Tommy would beat the shit out of him. Tommy would jump him, tie him up, and leave him fir hours. As they got older, Tom my would sabotage his dates with his girlfriends, steal and destroy his homework, even call his boss at work and accuse him of stealing parts from the job. Eric moved out when he was sixteen. But Tommy kept ragging him, an obsession to destroy his younger brother at any cost.
And Eric snapped. He had prepared his supplies: Rope and Duct tape. He had no remorse, no second thoughts. It would be murder. Simple murder. Yet, revenge. Ultimate revenge. Eric got to Tommy’s house knowing his Saturday morning routine: his boy friend would be drunk and crashed out from the night, and good boy Tommy would do the house cleaning. Eric crawled through the basement window with the broken lock and waited.
Eric remembered. It had been the last straw. He was sixteen and Tommy jumped him when he got home from school. Eric had put up a good fight but his brother was stronger and soon had his wrists tied behind his back. Eric struggled as his brother stripped him and bound him. Gagged and blindfolded, Tommy dumped the naked bound boy in the back of his car and drove at 1 AM to the high school football filed where he dumped his kid brother at the 40 yard line. Eric struggled for hours until he finally got free and walked home at 4 AM naked through the streets. Completely humiliated but grateful nobody had seen him, he left that night.
Eric hit him. Hit him hard. Tommy, carrying the laundry basket down the stairs slumped to the floor. Eric looked at his brother, hatred welling up in side of him. He lifted his unconscious brother and put him in a chair. Eric was breathing heavy. His heart was exploding in his chest as he crossed Tommy’s wrists behind him and began to bind them. It felt good, very good as he pulled with all his might at the rope tying his brother’s hands. “You roped mine so fuckin tight I had rope burn for days,” he spoke to his brother, who was moaning and awaking. Eric quickly neutralized his brother legs and feet, and roped his arms and legs to the chair. He liked it, the feeling of control he finally had over Tommy, who just awoke and begin to get his bearings and test his ropes.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get me out of these ropes or I will beat the shit out of you your worthless pile of shit!” Eric grabbed his brother by the throat with one hand and shoved his hand over his mouth with another. “You are going to die today you mother fucker!” Tommy began to buck his body at the ropes as Eric shoved a sock from the basked down his Tommy’s throat and tapped gagged him. Tommy began to squirm in the chair and bang it around and cursed under his gag, but Eric had been planning to rope his brother for years and Tommy was going nowhere.
Tommy helplessly watched as Eric put the clothes in the washing machine. He set the cycle for 30 minutes. As the clothes began to wash, Eric spent the half hour getting revenge on his brother. He beat and kicked the bound man as Tommy, defiant with rage; gag mumbled how he planned to kill Eric when he got free. The buzzer sounded, and Eric moved the wet cloths to the gas dryer.
“You kill me. You have it wrong, mother fucker! I kill you - you son of a bitch!” Tommy, now sweat covered from his struggles and abuse, watched as Eric unhooked the gas line from the back of the dryer. Soon Tommy smelled the natural gas filling the room.
“It should take some time. This is a big room. I’ll be watching for the explosion!”
Eric left. Tommy went ballistic. He was terrified and fought his bindings, moving the chair all around the room. The gas kept escaping from the cloth’s dryer. Tommy was screaming, hoping his boy friend would hear, but the gag made it impossible. He finally slumped and began to sob in the ropes, shaking in fear.
The gas hissing stopped.
Eric shoved his head through the window.
“You are dead meat. You will not know when or where. You are dead meat.”
Eric left helpless Tommy slumped and defeated bound and gagged.
Tommy played by Micky O'Shea
Eric played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/03/2007
25 photos
Model: Roy
Photographer: Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2002
30 photos; 5:48 video
Bound Guy played by Remy
Bad Guy played by David
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/06/2019
27 photos; 5:16 video
Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2019
22 photos; 5:50 video
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06./13/2019
32 photos; 6:22 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2013
29 photos; 7:37 video
Bound Guy played by Craig
Bad Guy played by JMZ
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/10/2010
30 photos
Nicoli was daydreaming in class. English Literature. Boring. The twenty-three year old exchange student from Eastern Europe was enjoying all his new friends. He had been in New York City for only two weeks, but the city was “his.” Beside, his roommate, Tommy, was a native. The two dudes bonded at once. Both we at NYU and had a rental near Washington Square. He had shared his family’s hardships of the past with Tommy. He remembered as a boy the “secret police.” How they had come into his home and took all the males and tied them up. Nicoli was only a boy, but still could feel his anger at the ropes as he struggled to help his brothers and father who were helpless and being tortured for information. He still defiantly had a rope scar on his wrist from where he fought to get free and help his unconscious family. “If I was ever tied up again,” he told Tommy, I would brake free! Nothing can hold me tied. I hope it happens some time” Tommy smiled. He had not told Nicoli he liked tied up games.
Nicoli needed a brake from the class. Tommy would know a good place to hang out with nice friends and good beer. Nicoli darted from class before it was over and made it to the apartment. It was a town house, with only he and his roomie living in it, a nice part of Greenwich Village, somewhat isolated even for the center of New York City. Nicoli unlocked the door and keyed in the alarm when a hand came around his mouth holding a rag with a bad smell. Nicoli struggled but began to fade out. He heard voices in his native tongue, and could make out the figure of Tommy: bound and gagged. Nicoli fought the rag, but soon there was only darkness.
He slowly awoke. He felt his head splitting and moved his hands to his brow, but soon found his wrists had been restrained. Feeling with his fingers, he discovered that they had been secured with rope tightly behind his back. He still smelled the odor of XXXX, and as he tried to speak, he realized that the rag that XXXX him out had become a gag preventing him from speaking. As he focused his eyes, he realized that Tommy had been made helpless. His roommate was sitting in a chair. From his angle Nicoli could see that Tommy’s wrists had been roped behind the chair and pulled up high to bind with his bent back neck. His biceps were roped to the chair sides. His feet were pulled back to the chair’s back legs and roped. Each thigh was tied to the chair. Ropes circled his chest, making his muscular frame highlight his sweat soaked white undershirt. Tommy was also gagged with a rag, but a second rag was blindfolding him.
“So Nicoli, you like your new home? “ Nicoli cursed his captors, but only mpffffedd sound came forth in his native language. “Well, not for long Nicoli. We are taking you back home where you and your family will face charges of treason.” Nicoli filled with anger and once again found himself tied up by the secret police. It was like a dream and they produced more rope and began to bind his legs and feet. He began to fight as they pulled his arms behind him and roped off his elbows. “Don’t struggle or your American friend gets it!” Nicoli relaxed his arms as they were tied off, watching his captors trace the barrel of a XXXX around Tommy’s sweat soaked face-Tommy’s chest heaving in the ropes from his fear.
Nicoli was helpless as his captors finished restraining him. “Now we prepare the box.” “The box????” Nicoli helplessly mumbled. “Yes, Nicoli. See we have a large wooden box. I will tie you up into a little ball. You’ll be XXXXed and put in the box, taken to the airport and by private jet returned home. Your brothers should have been broken by torture when you arrive, and they will have the pleasure of watching you executed! They began to drill air holes in the box. Another rag was placed around Nicoli’s eyes. He heard scuffing sounds, and then all was quiet.
Nicoli figured his captors had left. He had to break free and save Tommy. Ignoring his blindfold and gag, Nicoli bucked in the ropes. He remembered how, when he was a kid, he endured the pain as he sawed his wrists free. Loosing no time, he once again began twisting his wrists. Slowly, so slowly, yet his fingers finally reached a knot. Fumbling and sweating, he worked the knot and got his wrists free. Freeing his legs he pulled the blindfold off his eyes. The chair with Tommy was gone! Where did they take him? Finally unroped, Nicoli went to the kitchen to get a knife as a weapon where he found Tommy and his two captors sitting around the table drinking beers. At once they began to laugh at Nicoli’s perplexed look.
“Well you said you could break out of anything you were tied up in? And you wished you had a chance to try. We just wanted to give you a challenge and a little good old USA initiation!” Nicoli soon realized that it was a practical joke. He noticed Tommy’s arms: roped burned. He looked at his own wrists and saw the same. “Yeah, Nicoli, these buddies of mine are XXXXs for hire. Makes cool fun at parties.” Nicoli joined the laughter and the beer. And before the night was over, he and Tommy had been roped, back-to-back, legs bent and tied, and were struggling to get out of a wooden box.
The End
Nicoli played by Finest Young
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/07/2006
42 photos; 2:19 video
by John
Jarred watched his playmate Chris struggle against the ropes with an evil grin on his face. Jarred and Chris had been getting together regularly for about a year now and tieing up each other for the fun of it. Jarred was amused at his handy work today though.
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself this time!” Jarred said, “Looks like reading all those boy scout books along with the Bound & Gagged magazines has finally paid off!”
“MMMMPPPPFFFUCKMOFF” Chris struggled to get the words
out of his mouth, but he could only grunt out so much with that big green ball gag stuffed down his throat. Jarred just sat in the corner and laughed.
“Here, roll over, I need to try out my hog-tie skills on ya now.” Jarred said. And with that, Chris was on his stomach with his legs being pulled back towards his head
“MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHFFFOUCH” screamed Chris.
Jarred was a bit of a sadistic fucker, and Chris knew this, as he almost covered his arms with rope, it seemed to Chris that Jarred was never gonna finish tieing the rope.
Jarred moved in closer to Chris and grabbed his face and said “Now don’t get scared but I really don’t like those underwear and that t-shirt you are wearing. So I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to get rid of them for you!” Chris nor Jarred had ever been naked in front of each other before. They had never gone past just being in their underwear. Just the thought of being naked in front of his friend made Chris start to get hard. Of course, Jarred saw this and grabbed his cock and said “WOW! Looks like someone is getting a little excited.”
*SNIP* *SNIP* Chris was getting pissed at Jarred now because his mother had just bought him this new underwear, and now his friend was cutting them off.
“Oh, well lookie here!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM” moaned Chris.
“Damn bro, you got quite a cock on you.” Chris was harder than he had ever been before. For some reason being tied up and now naked in front of his good friend Jarred for the first time, was really turning him on.
But of course, Jarred being the sadistic fucker that he was said “Well let’s get you back on your stomach so I’m not tempted to play with that cock of yours bro!” And with that, Chris was back on his stomach with his bare ass now up in the air. Chris was starting to worry though. He knew that he had liked guys, but was hoping that Jarred wasn’t going to take advantage of him now that he was naked. He wanted the first time with a guy to be a special one, not one where he was tied up and struggling to get out of his ropes. As Chris started to think more about this, he began struggling to get out of the ropes that were confining him and felt like their grip was getting tighter and tighter.
Chris finally managed to get back on his backside and of course, Jarred laughed once again as he held Chris’ cock in his hand. “Damn Mister, Your cock isn’t goin
soft yet!”
“MMMMRRRRRPPPFFFFWAIT” Chris yelled
“You are probably thinking up some sick perverted way that you want me to play with you while you are helpless.” Jarred said to Chris. This could be farther from the truth.
Chris, finally exhausted from struggling against his ropes and was eager to get of the bondage, looked at Jarred with the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. “What? You think that is gonna get you out bro?” said Jarred. “You’re gonna have to get free like you always do man!”
“MMMMMMPPPPPPRRRRRFFFFFSHITHEAD!” moaned Chris as Jarred slapped some white duct tape over his mouth and eyes.
“Now you can?t give me that look anymore bro. I almost felt sorry for you there for a second. NOT!” said Jarred as he laughed at his friend.
“I’ll be back later to check and see if you are free yet. I’ve worked up quite an appetite laughing and sitting there watching you struggle. I’m gonna go grab a quick bite to eat.” As Jarred said walking out of the room and leaving poor Chris there defenseless and naked with his cock still hard.
Fin
Chris played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
25 photos; 5:12 video
Bound Guy played by David
Cuddler played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/06/2019
9 photos; 5:54 video
Gagged Guy played by Steve Thompson
Gagger played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 7/24/2019
30 photos; 4:18 video
Cuffed Cop played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production : 07/13/2019
28 photos; 4:44 video
Victim played by Dominic
Phootgraphy by Caitiff
Date of ProductionL 08/03/2012
20 photos; 4:22 video
Cont'd from "Golden Opportunity"
Joey and I sat and wondered how were going to get out of this. The sound of his feet thumping against the wall could be heard through the air vent. We sat and stared at each other in silence. I knew what he was thinking how could let his get so out of hand. I yawned with exhaustion and tried wipe away the adhesive from my mouth.
Joey decided to check on our guest as I peeked down from the top of the stairs. The poor agent was still using every ounce of his strength to struggle free. I was guilt ridden at the fact that I knew he was worried about me. I watched as his eyes followed Josh’s every move. He tried desperately to plead with him through his taped mouth. Josh checked the ropes and began to peculiarly run his hand over the agent’s body. The agent struggled with shock and a rush of testosterone. Josh ripped open his shirt as I watched in utter shock. The agent’s eyes widened with fear and Josh began to walk away.
“MMMPPPHHHH you asshole let me go”, he screamed as he manipulated the tape off his mouth. “Look I told you to be good and nothing would happen to you”, Josh screamed. “Where is Mr. Jimenez what have you done with him”, he yelled. It was like a dagger to my heart knowing he was worried about me and I was the one doing this to him. He began to say something else when Josh XXXX the agent’s tie between his teeth gagging him tightly. He stroked his hand over the agent’s hairy chest. I ran back into the living room.
“Josh what the hell were you doing down there”, I asked. “I was just making sure he was comfortable”, he said. I gave him a curious look and decided to get back to business. Just as I was coming up with the next part of my plan a faint thumping came from the basement stairs. I jumped up and hid behind the door. Josh opened the door and through the opening I could see the agent on the bottom stair trying to climb his way up. Josh turned grabbed a chair and made his way down. I whispered to him to stop but he ignored me.
I peeked down and watched as Josh pulled the agent up and dragged him to the chair. He sat him down and to add insult to injury added duct tape to his already silenced mouth. Josh came upstairs and said he was leaving. He no longer wanted to be part of this. He said to pretend I broke free and go down and untie him. He slammed the door and I stood dumfounded and scared. I sat by the basement door and waited.
I watched as he squirmed and tugged at his ropes. He stomped his socked feet on the hard basement floor hoping for relief. I watched as the ropes hugged his body and dug into his bare chest. He rolled his head back and forth hoping to remove the gag that had kept him silent for the past hour. I sat guilt ridden as sweat gathered on his forehead and rolled down his face making its way over his exposed nipples and down his
stomach. He grunted with every turn and pull. His frustration was apparent, but his stamina was unrelenting. I decided I needed to set the scene.
I placed knotted rope and strips of tape around a kitchen chair. I ran down the stairs and his eyes widened with excitement. I untied his and removed the gag. I told him he left and I broke free. He stood exhausted and suggested we call the cops. I told him I already had and they would be here soon. We walked upstairs and sat. I rehearsed the story over and over in my head. When the cops left the agent decided I had suffered enough and gave me a get out of jail free card from the IRS. Unfortunately for me the cops unveiled my plan and there was no get out of jail free card for that.
The Agent played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/19/2009
25 photos
“Hello Blake.”
Referee Blake had been busy looking for his silver whistle so he was surprised to see two strange men in his private locker room. Both of them were really big men like ex-football players or something. One of them had his hair cut in a severe crew-cut and the other had a big gold tooth in his smile.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Referee Blake asked politely.
“Yea,” Crew Cut drawled. We sent you a letter, but I guess we forgot to stamp it.”
“You were told that the Marmadots were supposed to lose,” Gold Tooth moved closer to Blake.
“But you just kept on handing out them red cards and benching our Tweelers until they lost,” Crew Cut drawled as he moved around behind Blake.
“Listen, this locker room is private. If you have any questions about any calls I’ve made, you need to take those up with the main office,” Blake explained nervously as he tried to keep his eyes on both of the big men.
“No, we’re taking it up with you!” Crew Cut growled as he suddenly pinned both of Blake’s arms behind his back.
“Take your hands off of me! I’ll call security!”
“Go ahead and call,” Gold Tooth smiled as he moved close to Blake’s chest. “Call as loud as you like.”
Blake opened his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he did Gold Tooth mashed a damp cloth over his face and, as soon as Blake took a deep breath to yell, all sorts of sweet numbing fumes rushed into his nose and mouth.
The next thing Blake knew he was being propelled toward the door by the two big men. He tried to struggle and he tried to tell them to stop, but those sweet fumes kept filling up his head until he felt as light as a balloon.
When Blake’s vision cleared again, he was sitting in the back seat of somebody’s car and being wedged in by Crew Cut and Gold Tooth sitting on either side of him. Part of his brain was trying to protest that this couldn’t be happening to him while the rest of his brain was trying to tell him that now his hands had been tied together in front of him, his mouth had been stuffed full of cloth, and now Crew Cut was holding his mouth shut while a smiling Gold Tooth was plastering strips of adhesive tape all over his mouth and chin and cloth-bulged cheeks.
“What are you doing to me?” Blake tried to ask, but all he could make was a frightened moan way back in his throat.
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Crew Cut growled at him.
Then that damp cloth was being held over Blake’s nose again and he had no choice but to breathe more and more of the dizzying sweet fumes until –
The next thing Blake knew he was awake, but he couldn’t see because more of that adhesive tape had been plastered over his eyes. And he was being pulled along by his tied hands and walking, but he couldn’t see where he was going. Then he heard a door open and a door close and he guessed that he was now inside of someplace, but inside of someplace where?
“Please let me go,” Blake moaned behind his taped-over lips.
“Sounds like some kind of sick cow,” Gold Tooth laughed.
“Yea, maybe the Boss will let us milk him later,” Crew Cut taunted.
Then they pushed Blake’s body down on the hard floor and they were none too gentle as they tied his wrists to his crossed ankles.
“Okay Referee Blake, you just sit right there while we make a phone call.”
Blake listened to their heavy footsteps going away from him and he waited until he was pretty sure that he was alone. Then he began twisting his wrists against the harsh ropes and he tried to pull his hands free from his ankles, but the ropes still held him tight until he heard those heavy footsteps coming back toward him.
“So what did the Boss say?” Blake heard Gold Tooth say. “Can we start milking him now?”
“No the Boss is coming over. He wants to handle Referee Blake personally. That’s not good news for you Blake. The Boss must be really pissed at you.”
Suddenly a searing pain ripped across Blake’s forehead and eyelids as the tape was pulled off of his eyes. Then he blinked his tears away and looked up to see the smiling Crew Cut and Gold Tooth standing over him.
“Maybe you won’t be able to hand out your little red cards so easy if the Boss breaks both your arms,” Gold Tooth sneered down at him.
“Or maybe he’ll break your jaw so you won’t find it so easy to go blowing your silver whistle when we don’t want you to,” Crew Cut smiled like he was enjoying that thought.
“Yea, but if it was me, I’d break both your legs so you couldn’t do no running around at all,” Gold Tooth sounded really enthusiastic about that idea.
“Maybe, but we’ll let the Boss decode all that. Right now Blake you’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to stay quiet. Any trouble from you and I promise we’ll hit you with something a lot harder than a red card.”
Cold fear ran down Blake’s back and made his whole body shiver as he realized that he was now in the hands of two or three maniacs. He had to get out of here!
Blake strained and struggled and fell all over the floor. Each time he fell, he would freeze and listen for the sound of the two big bruisers coming back. Then he had to admit that there was no way he was going to get free of these ropes by himself. He had to have help.
Blake struggled back up onto his knees. Then he held his tied hands out in front of him as far as he could. And then he leaned his body forward and dragged his knees up to where his hands were. Then he started the slow painful process all over again. It hurt and he knew that he looked like some kind of ridiculous frog, but it was the only way he could think of to get out of here as he inched his body closer and closer to an unguarded door.
Finally he reached the door. Then he had to undergo another painful process of rubbing his taped mouth up against the door knob until he finally got it to turn enough to release the door. Then he nosed the door open with his nose and—
Suddenly there was a loud cheer and a burst of laughter coming from the other room where it sounded like Crew Cut and Gold Tooth were enjoying the game.
Blake didn’t want any more to do with them so he slipped through the open door. Then he frog-hopped and frog-hopped away.
THE END
Blake played by Johhny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/27/2005
31 photos; 4:10 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/03/2013
25 photos; 3:43 video
Officer Bill was not having the best of days. His morning started with divorce papers being handed to him while his landlord once again reminded him that he was overdue on the rent and on top of that, his hopes for a day off when the station called in and requested he do a day shift as they were a man down at the start.
Bill got into his police officer uniform and managed to get a coffee in before driving to work. On his way to work, he saw two men, dressed in balaclavas robbing an electrical goods store and while Bill was hoping for a quiet day on the job, he had a feeling he knew the two robbers in question and decided to tail them to a warehouse while alerting the station about the manager who needed some assistance.
It didn't take Bill long to find the warehouse in question and he thought he was more than prepared to nail the robbers as he went inside without backup.
Bill went down a corridor and he could see one of the robbers on the phone, unmasked gloating to his boss about their sweep. He had him there and then and better yet, Bill's hunch about who the robber was point.
"Freeze," Bill shouted, startling the robber who slowly raised his hands in surrender.
"What can I do for you, Officer?" the robber asked, his tone flippant as the sight of being caught with the stolen electrical goods.
"You can explain how you're in possession of those items right there," Bill said, coming closer towards the man.
"Just looking after them for a friend," the robber smiled and it was then that something dawned on Bill. He had been chasing two men. Only one of them was standing there with the goods, bold as brass and seemingly unfazed by a police officer about to arrest him.
"Your friend, where is he?" Bill asked and it was then that the second robber appeared.
"Right here, Officer," the second robber, also unmasked smiled as he managed to XXXX out Bill with one swift punch.
As Bill fell XXXX to the ground, the robbers took the police officer's XXXX and handcuffs.
"You took your time," the first robber said to the second one. "Another minute and I would've been booked."
"I had to make you sweat a bit," the second robber smiled, before looking at the stolen goods again. "You get back to stock taking, I'll take care of Officer Handsome here."
"Handsome?"
"Eh, I'd do him, even if he is a cop," the second one said as he picked Bill up and threw the police officer over his shoulders.
"What are you gonna do with him?" the first robber asked, a little nervous.
"Well, not that for a start," the second robber said, "I'll just keep him out of the way for a bit. This place is big enough to store him somewhere he can't get in our way for a while. I'll get rid of the cop car as well."
It would be an hour before Bill would regain consciousness. In that hour, the second robber had tied him up tight, gagged him and locked Bill in a storeroom no-one was using while also getting rid of the cop car a good few miles away from the warehouse itself, making sure he was disguised and didn't leave any fingerprints before finding another means of transportation to get back to the warehouse.
While the second robber was gone, the first one concentrated on the stock, making sure everything they stole was working and then marking up some prices in which they could be sold elsewhere. He was a tiny bit concerned for the police officer they were keeping tied up so he went to check on him once his stock take had been completed.
When Bill had finally managed to regain consciousness again, he realised to his XXXX that he had been bound and gagged, locked away inside the storeroom with no means to escape. He thrashed around his restraints in an effort to try and free himself but it was to no avail. He tried making as much noise as possible in the hopes that maybe the robbers had fled and perhaps someone on the outside would hear him, come inside and untie him. That too was for nothing.
At one point he managed to get to his feet and try the handle of the door but the door was locked tight and when it suddenly opened, Bill fell down to the ground once as the first robber was now standing over him.
"You really shouldn't have followed us, Bill," the first robber smiled, knowing that Bill was a little perturbed by the robber knowing his name. "If you hadn't, you wouldn't be where you are now."
Bill muffled something that sounded like a harsh expletive in an effort to sound tough and defiant but given that he was bound and gagged, he ended up sounding helpless and pathetic instead. The first robber even laughed at him in response.
"I was going to remove that gag and let you have something to drink, seeing as it's such a hot day, Bill," the first robber said, emphasizing the captive cop's name to annoy him even more. "But I think you can sweat it out here for a while longer until you can learn some manners. Try not to make too much noise."
Bill tried to beg with his gag that he'd behave and that he wanted something to drink but it was of no use. The first robber closed the storeroom door, locking it tight once again and for the next while, Bill, dripping with sweat would be left in that storeroom to struggle, moan and regret going into work that morning.
It would be another day before an actual janitor would come to clean up the place and let Bill out of the room. By that time, both robbers had left the building with the stolen goods but they left Bill a note, telling him that they hoped to meet him again in the near future.
Bill cursed under his breath while also looking over his shoulder in case his former captors decided to live up to their threat.
---- The End ----
Cop played by Bill
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/02/2019
20 photos; 4:56 video
BoundGuy played by Rick
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 06/26/2019
30 photos; 4:09 video
BoundGuy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/24/2019