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Charity Begins at Home by JMZ

30 photos; 4:21 video

            It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs. I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.               The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
             I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.             In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed. “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
             I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
             I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished. All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
             He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.
The End

The Victim played by Arturo Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2008
Jock's Revenge by Zac

22 photos; 3:34 video

Chad was really pissed when he got his math test results from last week. He got a big fat F! How can this be? There wasn't any logic to why he had failed cuz his classmate knew the classwork well and helped Chad study all night before the big exam. This being the first big grade of the season he was off to a sore start to his year. Chad went over the variables and knew most of the problems were right but the teacher failed him anyway making his tempers flare more and more he thought of it. He remembered his teacher looked down on him while he was over at Harold's place the other night. The professor was Harold's father and he brought up his son to be a spoiled little brat at times. He was given everything he wanted - including straight A's in all his classes! He had pull with the academic board to grade his students with a special grading curve but always Harold gets the highest grade... and he wasn't even that smart? Something had to be done. Chad discussed his issues with the teacher and he said that he simple was messy with his writing and didn't see clearly how he got the answers. He even accused him of possibly cheating! He was over the other night. Harold could have slipped him an answer key? Chad was outraged at this nonsense. Clearly the professor was biased against certain students in the class, and he somehow looked down on jocks with full scholarships. He believed they're freeloaders and shouldn't have earned to right to a free education based on sports alone. Academics is and always will be the future of society sports is just filler to make people laugh off their stress. After exhausting all his options Chad had only one choice left. If he couldn't beat the system he hadda take the next step, a formal complaint... but then re realized it wouldn't work and will take far too much time to get his grade resolved. His best option was to drop the class and get a different teacher but he wouldn't let pretty boy Harold off the hook; he needed to learn the difference between knowledge and strategy - both go hand in hand to get things done. Every task and problem has 2 sides and clearly this family only believed their one sided outlook on everything in life. Chad invited Harold over to a friend's house down on the other side of town. It was in the city with lots of people so it's likely no one knows anyone where they went. It was a older 2 story home with a modest basement. There was plenty of space for what Chad wanted to study next... Upon walking in their friend greeted them and said he had some work to do upstairs and the two boys went over the test results to see where Chad has done wrong. Harold was surprised his father failed him as he had all the solutions right. He asked why? Chad then said... "cuz ur father only cares about you and no one else." "That's not true! He never says that just says study hard or you won't get a good job etc..."
"Studying isn't everything dude there is also strategy and tatics."
"What u mean?" "You have to know how to react and adapt to situations at hand like this..."

Harold's eyes opened very wide seeing his friend pulled out some rope and thick red tape from his bag then his jaw opened wide wondering what it was for?
"Now put your hands behind your back, DO IT!!"
"I dunt wanna please no I wanna leave now..." "I SAID SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I SAY YOU PANSEY! Take it like a man!" "HELLPPP! HEELPP!!"
Harold hoped his other friend will run down and rescue him but he laughed hard upstairs and came down to watch Chad round him up hand and foot in the thick ropes. "Be sure to tie him tight bro! We can't let him get away haha!" Harold couldn't believe what he was hearing. The two bigger guys had him at their mercy and he couldn't think of what to do. This was his first time ever tied up. He only thought this happened in the movies? The other guy pulled out his video camera and Harold screamed swiftly before his cheeks were stuck shut by some thick red duct tape. The boy was fully motionless and gagged with the sound of faint mmphs every few breaths.
"What should we do with him? The other guy asked Chad?
"I know, let's send this video to his Dad demanding he either pay a lump sum and give the whole class an A instead of his son, then we'll ship him off to the school as a special delivery with a note saying if you flunk us again we can easily find him again and teach him how the real world works haha! That should get his attention hehe..."
Tied up in a box? Shipped off like a tightly bound package? We can easily get him again? Harold began imagining the world to be a much different place than what his family lead him to believe... oh if he only knew how to properly struggle he could easily loosen his bonds to run away when they weren't looking! The End Harold played Dominic
Chad played himself
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:09/01/2011
The Wide Reciever and the Equipment manager by anon

18 photos

Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!

The End

Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/01/2009

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