32 photos; 6:50 video
The Grunt by Nick007
For months now, Rex has been trying to join the army. First he couldn't join because of unpaid parking tickets. So he took the time to get those cleared off his record. Then he had to go through physical after physical. After what seemed like the millionth physical, his recruiter finally told him he was ready to join, and gave him his camouflage uniform. He told Rex to be ready at 0500 hours and be at the rendezvous point by 0600 hours.
Eager to please and start his new life, Rex was at the rendezvous point at 5:45 am, civilian time. No one seemed to have shown up yet. As he stood in front of the door to the building behind him, he decided to stand at attention, in hopes of getting a few extra brownie points. Rex was kind of a teachers pet, so he was always trying to get ahead by sucking up.
He used every bit of focus he had on standing at attention, that he did not even hear the door behind him open. That's when it hit him, and by “it” I mean a lead pipe. He was XXXX out before he even hit the ground. His XXXX body was dragged into the building by his unknown assailant.
He awoke several hours later in a daze. His hands were tied behind his back and he seemed to be blindfolded with some kind of tape. He tried to scream but thick layers of duck tape covered his mouth preventing any other noises but grunts. More rope pinned down his arms to his sides. He tried to stand up but, alas, whoever did this to him tied his feet together and his knees too.
Rex rolled around on the floor trying to get out, grunting heavily at his predicament. He wasnt so much mad that he's been XXXX, but that he went through all this trouble to join the Army and now he was not going to get to join. Even if he got out, the Army does not take very kindly to being late.
Rex heard the sound of a door opening and closing a moment later. He grunted loudly trying to get whoever opened the door's attention. Footsteps slowly could be heard walking towards him. He felt a hand on his face that was slowly peeling off the tape over his eyes. As focus slowly came back to his eyes, he did not recognize the man standing over him. Rex's eyes begged the man to untie him.
“Bet you thought you were bound for the military, huh son?” the man asked. “Looks like the Recruiter found us a nice one.”
Rex noticed another man standing in the corner smoking a cigarette. “But now you're just bound. Ha ha!” the man gloated above Rex. “Don't worry. You're still going away to a military type place, just not to the military. More like a military compound in Colombia. You'll work all day and be put through hell to toughen you up. Then XXXX to guard your position to protect the shipments. So you see, it's basically exactly what you signed up for.”
“Well until the boss uses you for his sick pleasures.” the other man mumbled.
“Oh it's not that bad, dude. You dont mind being put in a french maid's outfit and XXXX to dust, are you?”
Rex muffled through the gag as loud as he could.
“Sounds like a yes to me!” the man said. “Now you stay here. We're going to the van ready to transport you.”
The two men laughed as they walked out the door. This sent Rex into a scared state. He was no longer mad about not being able to join the military. His only thought was focused on getting out. He struggled against the ropes, despite the fact that struggling made the rope's knots tighter. He scooted over to the wall and hoisted himself up. He looked around the room trying to find anything to cut the ropes with. The room was basically empty though. He hopped over to the other side of the room. The wall on that side was unfinished and there were metal beams sticking out. One of the beams had a sharp edge to it. He leaned up against it and began rubbing the rope against it.
It took a few minutes but his work paid off. His hands were free. He quickly untied all of the ropes and when he was finally free of all the ropes, he ran to the window on the other side of the room, opened it up, climbed out, and climbed down the fire escape as fast as he could.
The two men walked back into the room and saw that their prisoner had escaped. The smiles they had on their faces, for doing a good job, quickly disappeared. “DAMN IT! Not again! We just got promoted from French Maid! ”
The End.
Grunt played by REX
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/20/2013
19 photos
Model: Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2005
33 photos; 4:45 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Rope Work by Slade Lycan
Date of Production:02/25/2012
20 photos; 4:24 video
Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/24/2018
20 photos; 5:16 video
Bound Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Chad
Date of Production: 11/24/2018
24 photos; 1:54 video
BoundGuy played by Floyd
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/02/2012
20 photos; 2:51 video
Model: Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/12/2011
26 photos
Somebody ought to gag my mouth! It’s my mouth that gets me into more trouble than anything else. Maybe I had better start at the beginning so you'll know what I mean.
You see I am the famous actor Bradley Pintelwithe, you may have heard of me. Anyway one day we were on our way out to the desert location where we going to shoot my new western movie. The Director was telling me that they had hired a good stunt double for me to do all of the hard parts in the movie. And then I heard my mouth telling him that I didn't need any stunt double. I could do anything those cowboys could do.
Royce the stunt man must have heard me spouting off because when we were halfway out to the location our camera truck broke down and Royce came looking for me while we waited for them to get it fixed. He wanted to know if I really thought I could handle all of the stunts in the picture and I told him sure, no problem, but he didn't believe me.
Next thing I knew old Royce was leading me away from our little movie caravan so that we could have some privacy. “You know that cabin scene we're going to do?”
Sure, I knew my script backwards and forwards. The cabin scene was where the bad guys tie me up and I have to put up a real struggle before I could get free to rescue the girl in time.
“Let’s start with a little rope,” Royce drawled.
Without even asking, he grabbed my arms in his strong hands and pulled both of my soft hands behind me. Then I could feel some rope be wrapped all around my wrists really tight and then tied even tighter.
“Ouch! That hurts, Royce!”
“A real cowboy wouldn't complain. Here, suck on a little knot.”
All of a sudden he shoved a thickly knotted bandanna into my mouth and then began pulling the two ends of the cloth back really hard against the corners of my mouth. Then he tied the ends together behind my neck, and -- “How’s that? Too tight…?”
I tried to tell him yes it hurt, but now my tongue was now caught under that band of cloth so that all I could do is nod my head and make stupid noises. “Good! You can use that for motivation,” he instructed.
Then everything became kind of a blur as hi strong hands spun me one way and then the other and more and more ropes were wrapped and tied tight around my body. “That’s right you just have a seat there. Don’t worry about getting dirty. I just need to add a couple more of these pigging strings.”
I wanted to tell him to stop, but by now so much of my sloppy drool had soaked into that bandanna knot that it felt as big and slippery as a summer peach sliding around inside my mouth.
“All right now let’s see you struggle some,” Royce drawled at me.
I started straining against the ropes and wiggling my body around some.
“My word, you are pitiful!” Royce spat into the grass beside me. “Struggle! Really get down in that dirt and let’s see a little sweat and pain there Movie Star!”
His words hurt and so I really tried. It hurt, and I felt dirty, and I think maybe I was bleeding somewhere, but I really couldn't tell because so much sweat was running off of my body everywhere.
All of a sudden I heard this slithering rattling sound somewhere behind me.
“Ssssneeek!” I squeaked into my soggy mouthful of bandanna.
“Shucks!” Royce swore. “Ain't no snakes out this time of day. They won't be out ‘til it starts to cool down this evening. That was probably just some little old Gila monster.”
Gila monster! Oh, I didn't like this! I wanted to be back home in Beverly Hills. I wanted my nice cool swimming pool and my sweet latte’ and my nice silk sheets.
“You stay here awhile and practice some more. I need to get something from my truck,” Royce drawled as he sauntered away from where I was lying on the dirty ground.
And just to show you how new and stupid I was, I believed him. And then I really started to get into it; struggling and rolling around, and straining against those knots. And I think I was just beginning to get the hang of it when I heard a motor start. And then I heard a whole bunch of motors start.
The movie company! They were all driving off, and they were leaving me!
I screamed and screamed into that soggy bandanna, but nobody could hear me over the roar of all of those motors. And then the sound of those motors drifted far, far away and I was left all alone.
All alone out here in the dirt with the Gila monsters and later the snakes and then later the I-don’t-know-what’s and I finally figured out why those coyotes howl so much.
Because they're scared, that’s why!
“Ya-ya-ya-Yahoooooo….!”
THE END
Bradley Pintelwithe played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/24/2005
24 photos; 3:42 video
Model: Finest Young
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/07/2006
22 photos; 4:39 video
The Officer Worker played by Jon Storm
The Intruder played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Ropework by Lex
Date of Production: 09/08/2018
25 photos; 3:29 video
Model: Jesse Daniles
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 10/05/2018
36 photos; 4:41 video
Model: Rawy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/15/2009
17 photos; 5:31 video
Mark almost didn’t wake up. It had seemed pointless. Because of their schedules, his family didn’t celebrate Christmas until a week later. and he had already given his presents to his friends. And of course, he didn't’ have work today. Mark was going to spend Christmas alone. Mark got out of his bed. No use whining about it, Mark thought as he went downstairs to fix himself some breakfast and work out. Passing down the hall, he almost missed the “present” his friends had left him last night. Fortunately, it was making quite a lot of noise. “Mmmmmppphh! Mmmmmm!” Mark peered into his living room. It took a while for his brain to register what he saw. There in the living room hopping around was Danny, a guy Mark had had a crush on for ages. Danny had always been way to full of himself to give Mark the time of day. Until now it seemed. Danny looked at Mark with sad puppy dog eyes. He didn't’ say anything. Probably because of the gag that was wedged tightly between his teeth, filling his mouth. Danny’s hands were bound behind his back while his legs were tied together at the ankles and knees. Nearby Mark found a card. It read, “heard you didn’t have plans for today. at least you don't’ have to spend Xmas alone. Love all of your friends. PS, don’t “Unwrap” it. He likes it better this way. Just call us when you are done.” Mark was speechless. He had heard Danny was kinky but he had no idea. But he wasn't’ about to look a gift horse, or a bound and gagged man in the mouth. Mark grabbed Danny and set him on the floor. No use having his new toy hurt himself. Mark then sat back in a chair and watched as Danny rolled and struggled, moaning into his gag. mark’s mind raced over al the things he wanted ot do to Danny’s body. Reaching over to his bound captive, Mark pulled Danny’s shorts down, exposing his ass. Yes, thought Mark, there were lots of things he was going to do today. Danny grunted through his gag. He couldn't’ believe how he had been roped into this, literally. But the guys at the bar had figured out he had been skimming from the register and made a deal, be this guy’s boy toy for as long as it took or get fired and probably go to jail. Danny couldn't’ even remember this guy’s name. He just remembered he came to the bar a lot and was friends with the owner and most of the regulars. But this wasn't’ the kind of guy Danny cared about. Normally he wouldn’t have given him the time of day. And originally Danny had planned on talking his way out of this, holding off any plans this guy had. But that was before he had been tied up and gagged. And he would remain so until whatever was going to happen had happened. Danny struggled as his ass was played with. he jerked when his nipples were squeezed. Then his shorts were pulled down al the way. Danny wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Then Mark put his mouth around Danny’s man hood. Maybe this won’t be so bad, Danny thought. The end Danny played by Jason Starr Photography by Caitiff XXX-Mas Morning Date of Production: 12/11/2007
24 photos
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/10/2006
30 photos; 7:26 video
He was such a freeloader. He never paid his way and more than once I had to cover his rent. This was getting really old and I needed to let him know that he would have clean up his act or he would have to move out. I figured I would talk to him after work; he was an adult he would understand.
I sat at my desk and waited for the day to end. It had been a long day, and boss rode me about everything. I just wanted to get home throw on some shorts and have an ice cold beer. I even thought of holding off on my talk with Chris, I didn’t need any added stress to this already crappy day. I couldn’t wait for five o’clock to come; I envisioned the couch and the remote. I could taste the beer in my mouth already. The cold suds sliding down my throat making my whole day disappear.
I walked into the house and made my way to my bedroom. I peeled off my suit and socks and walked to the fridge. My eyes glazed over in anger. I could feel a sudden rush of blood to my head. The six pack I had bought the night before was gone. There was only one suspect, and I flew into a rage. I slammed the refrigerator door and made my way to Chris’ room.
There he was passed out on his bed, the last of my beer resting next to him. He never even asked or offered to help pay for them. I went for his wallet and as usual it was empty, I wasn’t going to let this one slide. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to throw on his freeloading ass, but as I passed the utility closet a new idea hit me. I was going to make him pay for those beers one way or another.
I took the rope and headed for him. I pulled off his smelly wife beater and began to use every knot I learned in boy scouts to bind his arms and wrists. I made my way down exposed him. I pulled off his shorts and underwear and began wrapping rope tightly around his balls and thighs. The muscles in his legs tensed and I tied the final knots. I ended with his ankle and feet in strict hogtie. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I looked around his room for something to gag him with, and just as I thought the perverted fuck had a leather gag in his night stand. I always knew he was the kinky type; he had that certain look to him. I placed it in his mouth and secured it behind his head. His eyes began to open slowly exposing his blood shot eyes. He looked around and finally realized his situation. He began to thrash vigorously. He screamed through his sealed lips and gave me a fierce look of anger. “Chris I see you helped yourself to my beer again”, I said. “MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH”, he said. “You have been taking advantage of me for way too long”, I said. “MMMMPPPPPHHHH”, he said. This was going well. “This is it, from here on end you will have to start taking responsibility, and paying me on time for bills, including your share of the grocery bill”, I said “MMMMPPPHHH”, he said. He thrashed and whimpered sadly. “Also, you owe me for those beers and I expect payment by tonight. Just to make sure I get my money I’m going to take a bit of insurance”, I said. “MMMPPPPHHH”, he said. I took my cell and
began shooting pictures of him. “You have until eight o’clock”, I said. “MMMPPPH”, he said.
At the end of the month he had his full rent and paid his share of the food bill. I sent the pictures out to all our friends anyways, just for kicks He’s looking for a new apartment to move into by the end of the month.
The End
Chris played by Taylor Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2009
26 photos; 5:43 video
They bound him up tighter and tighter... Jacob couldn't feel his wrists anymore. He tried resisting capture but he was overpowered by two big guys much bigger than he was, and they were amateur wrestlers. Jacob couldn't fight their quick surprise and all the strength he had was useless and XXXX them to wrap more tight ropes around all his pecs biceps and wrists tightly behind his back... they didn't want him getting away any time soon. Jacob sat there while they encircled him up with more thick rope; they seemed to be enjoying this XXXX scene too much!
"OUCH!! That hurts! Stop It NOW!" Jacob yelled when they pulled his arms tighter behind him into the strict bonds. They didn't care enough...
"Cut your cryin' you're tough and can handle this..."
"But I didn't do anything what do you want? I gave you the money already now let me go!" Jacob clenched his body left and right the ropes just kept getting tighter and tighter, and it was getting hard to breathe now...
"The hit was to grab and tie you and not let you get away from us, now shut up or we'll make this much tighter than it needs to be."
"The hit? There’s a hit out on me from who? Please let me know I could never have that on me please, I'll give you anymmmmmpPPHHHHH!!!"
Suddenly a wet thick cleave was stuffed in the man's mouth which quickly shut out Jacob's worthless pleas; now he was getting no where fast! They threw him to the floor, the ropes around his beefy upper body gave off a sting like never imagined... Jacob gave a loud thick moan for help and tried to loosen the ropes, but his arms were burning with fire inside his triceps as the fully over flexed muscles couldn't slacken against his strict bonds. Jacob moaned repeatedly for mercy but they continued binding his legs using the same tight knots around his knees and ankles.
"There that'll hold him for now, now listen here, any funny business, and we'll just tie you tighter u hear?" Jacob just lay in fear as he now couldn't wiggle a pencil through his ropes if he wanted to.
"MMMpppppphhhuuumppph" Jacob nodded at them and tried to gasp for air; his nose was closing up from all the excitement. As he wiggled around helplessly on the floor he tried finding the most comfortable position to lay in but now all his muscles feel like they were being cut off with a sharp knife. He never imagined being tied up would feel this bad! He struggled a little at a time trying to regain a sense of balance with the bondage but what hard work that was!
Moments later the door slammed open and his boss walked in starring at his neatly packaged employee. Huh what's he doing here? Jacob tried rationalizing this in his mind.
"Great, thanks men you packed him well, he's all ready for shipping, take him to the plant and make sure you pack him well. It will be a long ride for him to India hehe..." India, was he kidding me! What the hell is in India, and packing me like I was some piece of meat ready to be slaughtered woah this really bites! Jacob's eyes opened really
wide when they bagged him up into a giant body sack and every bone in his tightly bound muscled body stung like there's no tomorrow!
"MMMPPHPHHHHHH!!! MMHPHPHH"" FUUFMMPH!! MMPPHH!!" No one heard his screams while he lay in the dark. Soon they stuffed him in a wooden crate full of hay and nailed it shut. Jacob was now all alone for who knows how long now, the sweat was pouring off his flesh and was quickly becoming hot and dehydrated. It was a long flight to India and an even longer time until some fresh air hit his nose. All the sounds of the unknown slowly creeped him out while bound up in this dark and cold crate... will the torture ever end?
24 hours later the lights came back on and two frail men opened the crate and took him out to be inspected. They were pleased and carted Jacob off to their work. They told him he better behave while on business leave here or he will be outsourced in India forever! A call came from his boss, and the 3 talked...
"Now take good care of him for us, we can't have him around stirring up trouble until the merger is complete. Then you can do whatever with him. We no longer need his service at the company, CLICK...
Jacob played by Dean Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/25/2011
27 photos; 5:12 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/17/2013
29 photos; 5:07 video
Model: Chad
Ropework by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2010
23 photos; 3:39 video
Moel: Dante
PHOTOGRAPHY; Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2013
25 photos; 2:45 video
Darius couldn't have been more thrilled to have landed this new job to see him through college. He was a Criminology major and wanted all the practice he could get. He thought it was a little strange that he'd passed the interview over the phone, but he wasn't about to turn down six hundred bucks a week. So he put on his best black suit and reported to the appointed address to begin his new occupation.
A very mousy guy greeted him at the door, his hands behind his back. Darius had no sooner said, "I'm here for my first work day..." before he was XXXX on the head with a cast-iron frying pan from where the mousy guy had struck him. When he came to, he was bound hand and foot and gagged mightily with a few lengths of white tape, under which his ripe lips had been inescapably packed with cloth, and his head was throbbing with pain. Not to mention his not--unsizeable dick, whicxh was at full salute from the intimidating bondage into which he'd been XXXX against his will. The mousy guy was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a tall beefy guy with a menacing manner stood over him and grinned in seeming glee. "Comfy?" he asked.
Darius tried hard to protest through his gag, but soon saw he was fighting a losing battle.
The beefy guy checked the knots in Darius's ropes before laughing deep and hard. "You idiot kids from that college really never know what you're getting into," he said. "The whole bunch of you think you're really starting on the right path. Well, I've got news for you. Over a hundred boys from that school have disappeared and been XXXX into bondage slavery." He caressed Darius's face. 'And you're next. Say goodbye to your life as you know it, boy." He laughed again and started dialing a cellphone. "Yeah, I've got him. Yeah, the one you wanted. From the Criminology department. Really? A hundred grand? Yeah, that sounds fair. OK." He hung up his phone and smiled broadly at his bound-and-gagged victim. "They'll be coming to collect you in a few minutes to begin your new life. In the meantime, I want to have some fun with you. You're owned now."
Darius tried hard to swallow through the wad of cloth that held him silenced, and struggled in the tight ropes. In the meantime, the beefy guy looked menacing and he began to feel up Darius's erect crotch with hunger.
The End?
Darius played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/02/2006
40 photos
Shore leave for Seaman Mark Wolf was almost over. And none too soon as far as he was concerned. Although he hardly loved being cooped up on the ship for weeks on end, ever since his ship had docked in Japan, weird things had been happening.
Mark was certain that boxes of supplies had gone missing and then mysteriously reappeared again. Not that Mark could prove it. When ever he checked the records, the everything seemed in order. But Mark was certain that the supplies hadn't been checked out either. His crew mates who maintained the supplies looked at him like he was crazy whenever he mentioned it. And the entire situation had gotten worse since the USS Kitty Hawk had pulled into port.
It was the last day before the ship went back to sea and Mark was doing inventory as he was scheduled to do. That's when he noticed Petty Officers Smith and Cribbs nosing around, looking in the boxes. They hadn't seen Mark, so he ducked behind a corner and watched as the two men seemed to grab something and walk off!
Not knowing what to do, Mark followed the men as they both left the ship and went into the Navy Base. Mark wasn't an expert as tailing people but he was certain neither man had seen him as they entered a storage building, apparently unused.
Mark snuck into the old building and down into a filthy basement, stopping short when he heard Smith and Cribbs talking to some other men.
"So this is the last of it?" Mark heard one of the unknown men say.
"Yeah, " Replied Cribbs, "We did a switcheroo with the records so no one will even notice this is missing. Especially when it comes back."
"And no one will inspect the boxes? We can't afford having this merchandise discovered!" The first man asked.
"Don't worry! Customs doesn't bother with military ships. Once we get the stuff we took from the supplies back on the ship, no one will be the wiser. You get your drugs and your supplier gets the cash and it all looks like just a routine transfer of supplies."
Oh my God!, thought Mark, Smith and Cribbs and who knew who else were smuggling! He had to get the authorities. Unfortunately, before he could do just that, he was hit on the back of the head by a bottle. Everything exploded in a flash of white, then darkness.
Mark woke up with an incredible headache. He tried to move his hand to feel his throbbing head but he couldn't. He had been trussed up hand to foot! HE could only sit helplessly as his captors, Smith, Cribb, and their accomplices, towered menacingly over him.
"What are we supposed to do with him then? This will ruin everything" One of the accomplices said.
"Relax." Smith said." This guy has been getting in our way too much anyway. We keep him here. The Brass thinks he's gone AWOL and it gives you guys time to get rid of him."
"Why not just pop him right now!?" Another accomplice asked, pulling out an object
"Because we need it to happen after the fleet leaves and things settle down a bit. Then we can get rid of the body. Use that right now and half the base will hear it." Smith explained.
"You won't get away with ..mmmff!" Mark said as a black piece of tape was plastered across his mouth.
"As last words go, you could have done better." Cribbs mocked.
"Haha! Yep. Too bad for him. Now, our hardy boy wannabe will keep until you guys can come back for him. So right now we all mosey out of here and keep to our schedules. You guys can come back when no one is looking. I'd say, in about an hour or two."
Mark, bound and gagged as he was, could only stare as his captors all filed out of the basement.. Realizing this would be his only chance, Mark immediately began working at his bonds. Unfortunately, the ropes had been tied cruelly tight. They bit into his wrists, arms and legs. Mark could already feel the circulation being cut off and his hands going numb.
"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Mark grunted as loudly as he could but while a gunshot would be heard by everyone on base, the muffled cries of one tightly tape gagged sailor could not. Help wouldn't be coming. Mark would have to get out of this on his own!
He renewed his efforts to undo the knots. But he had been tied up by sailors and sailors knew how to tie a knot if they knew anything. The few knots Mark could reach with his fingers stayed tight and secure. And with the lack of circulation, Mark's hands would soon grow too numb to be of any use. If he didn't get out in the next few minutes, his hands would be too weak to get him out at all!
To make matters even worse, the basement of the building obviously hadn't been used in years and covered in dust. The dirt got all over Mark's clothes and into his nostrils. Unable to effectively cough because of the gag, Mark worried he may simply suffocate and save the smugglers the trouble of killing him themselves.
The dust also made him feel grimy, which wasn't much of a concern considering his current dangerous predicament. But the combination of the dirt along with the heat made Mark begin to sweat. Large rivulets of perspiration began trickling down Mark's face and body. Sweat stung his eyes, making it hard to see as well.
Damn! Why does this all this have to happen to me?, Mark thought but then realized. The sweat was more then a nuisance. It also as making his hands and arms slick. Maybe slick enough to slip out of the bonds that held him!
Mark didn't know how much tie he had left so he put all his remaining energy into his last chance to get free. His wrists were being rubbed raw as Mark moved his hands back and forth, trying to get some slack in the ropes. If only...
At last, Mark felt one of the loops of rope around his wrist go over his hands, then another and another! After what seemed like an eternity, Mark's hands were free!
Not even sparing a moment to get the feeling in his hands back, Mark immediately began untying the rest of his bound body. While doing so, Mark kept an eye on the stairs for his captors return.
Though it stung his face, Mark was relieved when he peeled the tape off his mouth. He let out a great coughing fit, clearing the dust from his lungs.
It took a great while for Mark to finally get free because his hands had still not gotten their feeling back. Mark jumped at every sound, certain the smugglers had returned before he was free. But eventually Mark did free himself completely of his bindings. Not sparing a moment, Mark picked himself up and ran to the authorities.
Cribbs and Smith were arrested along with their smuggling buddies while Mark was given a medal of commendation. And a transfer off of the ship.
The End
Seaman Mark Wolf played by Mark Wolf
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2001
28 photos; 5:01 video
BoundGuy played by Nick Armor
Bad Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/26/2018
32 photos; 3:19 video
Newbie played by Derek
Dom played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/16/2013
33 photos; 5:57 video
Jordan had been working nonstop. He was extremely tired but he had to finish these last couple of reports before he could go to XXXX. He was working from home today so luckily he wouldn't have to drive in the dark. He went to loosen his tie a bit when suddenly something happened.
All of a sudden, a large hand clamped over his mouth. He had no idea what was happening. He struggled and tried to pry the hand off of him. It was no use. He was too strong. Jordan kicked from his chair but failed as something came crashing upon his head...and he was XXXX out cold.
When Jordan woke up. His vision was blurred a bit but he started to focus more. He tried to get up but realized his wrists were tied together behind him on a chair as his mouth was taped too. He began moaning for help, still trying to focus on what was going on. His head hurt as well.
Suddenly a man was in front of him. He was the captor. He had a black ski mask on so Jordan couldn't identify him. He grabbed Jordans tie and pulled him close. He said "You've been cheating on those reports haven't you Jordan?"
Jordan shook his head and pleaded to be let go. The man covered Jordans mouth and said "I don't think I told you to talk. Shut the hell up" he said. He pulled Jordan up and off the chair after putting a thick strip of silver duct tape over his eyes.
The masked intruder began tying up Jordans ankles and legs tightly. Jordan tried to struggle out of his captors bonds, but it was no use. The room was silent for awhile. Jordan wondered if his captor had left.
Jordan knew if he was going to escape, this was the time. He tried to wriggle out of the ropes. He struggled as much as he could as he thrashed about on the floor. Finally! One hand got loose. He worked on the other hand. He pulled the tape off his eyes and began untying himself as quickly as he could. He didn't know if the captor was still in the house or not. Little did he know, his captor was just outside of the room...waiting.
Model:Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/27/2013