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Twas the night before Christmas, and in his small house, Our hero lay XXXX alone on the couch, When awakened from visions of gifts and fun a lot He was shocked to see Santa Claus pointing a you know what! "Just what do you want?!" the cute boy asked St. Nick, His palpable fear putting starch in his dick. The jolly old man pulled some tape from his sack, And with a "Ho ho ho", he launched his attack With some red tape his hands were tied tightly behind, And biceps and chest were the next thing to bind. Then his eyes all a-glow and his heart full of joy, Santa next took some green tape and silenced the boy. Our hero would struggle with all of his might. For an hour or so he tried so hard to fight. Watching all his belongings go into the bag. So helpless to shout through the tight green tape-gag! Well, when Santa repaired to the tied-up boy's kitchen In search of a snack for his strength to enrichen, The boy managed to get to his feet and to hop To the phone, where he hoped he could summon a cop He managed to dial a "9" and a "1" But then he was staring again at the XXXX "Ho ho ho," said Santa, "You thought you'd escape? I think what we need is a little more tape!" So he seated the boy on his butt on the floor. And the boy found himself bound and gagged all the more! An elfin hat accentuated the gaggage, With our hero all wrapped like a holiday package At last Santa had packed up the bag with the loot Blew a kiss at the boy and said, "My, but you're cute!" And he even exclaimed, as he went out the door, "On New Year's I'll come back and make you my whore!!!" The End? Our Hero played by Gurth Photography by Caitiff
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Dustin, Jeff and Pablo had been best friends since high school and knew each others’ deep, dark secrets. Both Jeff and Dustin knew Pablo had a thing for bondage, and they often took advantage of it by tying Pablo up in various positions, and they would leave him for hours on end while they stayed upstairs playing video games and getting high. However, one day, Dustin and Jeff went one step too far, and Pablo had been plotting revenge on them ever since. It was a typical Saturday night, and Dustin and Jeff were already stoned out of their minds. Pablo, half-stoned himself, begged Dustin and Jeff to tie him up in the basement of Dustin’s house for an hour. Dustin and Jeff had no problem doing it, and soon Pablo was bound and gagged in his underwear to a chair. Everything was fine, but after an hour passed, Dustin and Jeff didn’t come back down. Pablo watched the clock in the basement slowly change minute-by-minute. Pablo began to worry why his friends weren’t coming down to release him. Little did Pablo know, Dustin and Jeff had gotten so stoned, they XXXX while playing Call of Duty. It wasn’t until eleven o’clock the next morning, nearly twelve hours later, that Dustin and Jeff awoke and realized Pablo was still tied up in the basement. Weeks passed as Pablo plotted his revenge. He wanted to ensure Dustin and Jeff had forgotten about their little mishap. Pablo wasn’t great at video games, but he concocted the perfect plan to get Dustin and Jeff back, so he spent the ensuing weeks mastering Call of Duty. Finally, Dustin invited Jeff and Pablo to stay over his house while his parents went skiing in Vermont. Pablo was quick to say yes. As the three best friends sat down to play Call of Duty, Pablo spoke up and said, “What do you say we place a little bet on the game?” Dustin and Jeff laughed heartily at Pablo. Dustin said, “Are you crazy? You suck as video games.” Assuming Jeff knew what Pablo wanted, he replied, “Pablo, if you just want us to tie you up, you don’t need to lose. We can do that right now if you want.” Pablo responded, “I know that guys, but I’d rather we compete to see who wins. And the winner gets to do whatever he wants to the losers. Deal?” Dustin and Jeff both accepted in unison, and the game was on. It didn’t take long to realize that Pablo had been practicing his Call of Duty skills, because less than ten minutes later, both Dustin and Jeff had been defeated by Pablo. “Holy crap,” Dustin said in shock, “When the hell did you get that good?” “I’ve been practicing,” Pablo said with a cocky grin. “I think we’ve been hustled,” Jeff admonished, slightly annoyed. “Guess so, but a deal’s a deal,” Pablo said, “now take off your shirts.” Dustin and Jeff did as they were told and removed their shirts. Pablo reached for the gym bag he brought with him and unzipped it. Inside were several hundred feet of rope, bandanas and duct tape. “Oh hell no,” Jeff shouted. Jeff had never been tied up before, and the sheer thought of it unnerved him. Dustin, on the other hand, would let Pablo tie him up on occasion when Pablo was in the mood. It didn’t excite him in any way, but Dustin was the kind of friend who would go along for the ride. “Come on, man, we agreed,” Dustin said. “No way,” Jeff replied defiantly, “There’s no way I’m letting him tie me up.” “Okay…then I guess I’ll have to help him,” Dustin said, and immediately pounced on top of Jeff. Jeff fought valiantly, but it wasn’t long before Dustin had Jeff pinned down. Jeff was a lot smaller than Dustin, and Dustin worked out regularly. As Jeff struggled fruitlessly on the ground, he wished he would’ve gone to the gym more often. As Dustin held Jeff down, Pablo went to work tying Jeff’s wrists behind his back. Jeff tried to thrash about, flailing his legs violently, but it didn’t do him any good. Once his wrists were properly secured, Jeff began to panic. “Guys, come on. This isn’t cool, This isn’t MMMMPPHHH!” Pablo tugged the bandana tightly around Jeff’s head and tied a square knot in the back. As Jeff dribbled some inaudible curses at Pablo and Dustin, Pablo grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it around Jeff’s head several times. With a proper gag in place, Jeff’s frustrations were muted to the point of inaudibility. Dustin stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow. “That was way more work than it should’ve been.” Dustin looked down at the angry glare Jeff shot at him. Dustin gave him a playful kick into the ribs and laughed. “Okay, Dustin. Your turn,” Pablo said. Dustin nodded in compliance, then turned around and put his hands behind his back. Since he wasn’t fighting back, it took no more than a couple minutes before Dustin’s hands were tied behind his back and he was gagged in the exact same manner as Jeff. Pablo reached down and pulled Jeff to his feet. Jeff’s complaints were muffled completely, and Pablo laughed in spite of them. “I’m sorry, Jeff, I can’t hear a word you’re saying. Now, want you guys to take a good look at each other…because we’re just getting started.” An angry Jeff and a content Dustin stared at one another. Jeff was livid at the situation he was in: bound a gagged wearing nothing but his shorts, and worse, XXXX into this position by his so-called best friends. He had felt completely betrayed, even though a small part of him was blaming himself for agreeing to the best. Dustin was completely comfortable in their situation. In fact, the sight of Jeff bare-chested, bound and gagged, was actually turning him on. As the flashes went off with Pablo’s camera, Justin turned in his direction and turned red with embarrassment. “MMMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPHHH!” “Sorry, Jeff. All part of losing the bet,” Pablo said. “Now for the next part.” Pablo approached Jeff and XXXX him to sit down. He then went about wrapping rope about Jeff’s ankles. Jeff fought back as best he could, but it was a losing battle at this point. Dustin sat down willingly and watched as Pablo craftily tied his ankles to his thighs. “Looking good guys,” Pablo said as he sat back and admired his work. After taking several more pictures, Pablo reached into his bag and pulled out an extremely long piece of rope.” “And now for the coup de grace.” Pablo positioned Dustin and Jeff so they were sitting back-to-back. Pablo took the long piece of rope and wrapped it many timed around their chest and arms. Jeff continued his muffled complaining, but that only fueled Pablo’s fire. Pablo was used to being on the receiving end of rope, and it was particularly thrilling for him to not only being tying up Dustin again, but to be tying Jeff as well. “Okay, I think that’s good enough, don’t you agree,” Pablo asked. Dustin and Jeff both looked up at their best friend, and now captor, in acknowledgement. Jeff struggled against the ropes, but he couldn’t get free. Dustin sat there, still enjoying the situation he was experiencing. “Now, I have a little confession to make,” Pablo said to his captives, “Jeff, you were right. I did hustle you guys. I’ve been playing Call of Duty for weeks to make sure I could beat you, and for good reason. I’ve wanted to tie you guys up ever since that night you got stoned out of your minds and left me in the basement all night and morning. By the time you guys untied me, my muscles were screaming from pain and exhaustion. Tonight, you guys are finally gonna get to feel what that’s like. Good night.” The enjoyment in Dustin’s faced washed away like wave on the shore. Surely, Pablo wouldn’t leave them like this all night. Dustin tried to speak up, but the bandana and duct tape firmly kept him from doing so. Pablo shut the light off, and the last thing Dustin and Jeff heard were the sounds of Pablo ascending the staircase. Jeff began to thrash about immediately, but Dustin remained calm. Pablo was the nicest of the three of them, so Dustin was confident Pablo wouldn’t leave them bound and gagged to one another all night. But as the silence of the night crept on, Dustin began to lose faith in his theory. As the twilight continued outside the windows, Jeff exerted every ounce of energy he could trying to get free. He twisted his fingers every which way possible without breaking them, desperately looking for a knot. However, Pablo had hidden them so well that there was no way for Jeff to reach them. Dustin began to search as well, but he knew Pablo was a master at rope and wouldn’t leave them such an easy escape. As the sun began to peek over the horizon, Jeff and Dustin were drenched in their own sweat and exhaustion. Their hands and feet were still tied perfectly, and even though the rope around their chests slid down to their stomachs, thanks to their struggling and sweating, it was still holding them together. With no strength left in his body, Jeff did the only thing left he could. “MMMMPPPPPHHHH!!! MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH!!!” Jeff shouted, hoping and praying someone outside would hear him. Of course, since it was winter, all the windows in the house were closed and properly locked, leaving no chance for anyone to hear Jeff’s cries. Dustin continued trying to escape, but his muscles were sore beyond belief, worse than any workout he’d ever done. Still, Dustin wasn’t a quitter, and even though he knew him and Jeff were getting what they deserved for what they did to Pablo, Dustin didn’t want Pablo coming downstairs to have the satisfaction of finding him and Jeff still bound and gagged. However, as eleven o’clock rolled around and Pablo came downstairs, he found Dustin and Jeff exactly as he left them. “Wow, you guys look completely exhausted,” Pablo said, “Kind of like I did when you finally came around to untying me in the basement. I guess it’s safe to say you guys have learned your lesson.” Both Dustin and Jeff nodded. They were completely spent and would agree to just about anything so Pablo would let them go. “Good. So…I’m gonna head out and meet a couple friends for brunch. I hope you don’t mind staying that way for a little while longer. Don’t worry, Dustin, I’ve got your house keys. Oh…and I’m borrowing your car. See you in a bit.” Dustin and Jeff protested in unison as they watched Pablo walk out the front door. As they heard Dustin’s car pull off, they both lie on their sides in complete frustration. Jeff was convinced his friendship with Pablo was over. Dustin, though, began imagining his revenge, and he was more than confident that Jeff would want to be a part of it. THE END Model: Chad Model: Uriah Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/11/2011
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Dante hadn’t been back to Peoria in two years, not since he broke up with his boyfriend, Logan. It was a rough breakup, one that left Logan completely devastated due to the circumstances. Dante had been offered a great job in Los Angeles, one that would benefit his career immensely. Plus, the thought of leaving a small town for a big city was always part of Dante’s plan, despite Logan’s protests. Logan was perfectly happy staying in his home town: He had a steady job and a man he loved, all that he wanted out of life. So when Dante came home one day and told him he was leaving for Los Angeles, Logan felt his heart sink. When Dante arrived in Peoria, he made certain that Logan was unaware of his arrival. Logan was extremely possessive during their relationship, and the last thing Dante wanted to do was reopen old wounds. Dante was careful enough to make sure Logan didn’t know about his trip to Peoria…or so he thought. While Dante was standing in line at a coffee shop, one Logan and he never went to while they were together, he was extremely surprised when Logan walked through the door. Not wanting to be a complete jerk, Dante turned and greeted his old lover. “Logan,” Dante said with a smile. Logan eyed Dante with complete shock, “Dante?! I can’t believe it.” Logan immediately embraced his ex. Dante returned the sentiment. “What are you doing here,” Logan asked. “Oh…just visiting for a couple days.” “That’s great. Let me buy you a coffee.” “No, that’s not necessary.” But saying no to Logan never worked. It wasn’t long before Dante was leaving the coffee shop after an awkward conversation with Logan. “I’m so glad I bumped into you,” Logan said as they walked down the block. “Yeah, me too,” Dante lied. “Hey, wanna see my new ride,” Logan asked. “Um…I really have to…” “It’s right here man,” Logan said, pointing at the van across the street. “You bought a van?” “Yeah. I opened up a delivery service as a side business. Come check it out.” “Okay, but after that I really need to be going.” “Sure thing, Dante.” Dante approached the van and wondered what all the fuss was about. There didn’t seem to be anything special about it. There wasn’t even any lettering or design on the side depicting some sort of business, a thought Dante would reflect on later. Logan opened up the back door of the van and stood aside. Dante peered in, completely confused at what he saw…only a single red gym bag was sitting on the floor. “Logan, there’s nothing…” Before Dante knew what was happening, Logan shoved Dante into the fan and slammed the door shut. “Logan, what are you doing,” Dante asked as Logan pinned him to the floor. “Just getting my quality time in with you before you go,” Logan said as he pulled Dante’s arms behind him. Logan quickly pulled a length of red rope for his gym bag and began tying Dante’s wrists. “Logan, are you out of your damned mind? This is XXXX.” “Admit it…you came back here to see me. I saw your posting on Facebook.” “I didn’t post anything…” were the last audible words out of Dante’s mouth as Logan gagged him with a red bandana. “You think I can’t read between the lines, Dante,” Logan said as tied Dante’s ankles together, “You were never good at being cryptic. That’s why I borrowed this van from a buddy of mine. We’re gonna spend some quality time like the old days…before you left me.” “Mmmppphhhh….mmmmppphhh.” “Just keep quiet and let me do all the talking. Now sit still.” Dante tried fighting back, but with his hand tied behind his back and his feet tied together, there wasn’t much he could do. Before long, Dante’s arms were secured at his side. More rope pinned his legs together. A sense of panic began to set in as Logan jumped into the driver’s seat and started the van. “MMMMPPPPHHHH!” Dante screamed as the van peeled off. He had been XXXX in broad daylight by his ex-boyfriend, and nobody noticed. Fifteen minutes later, the van came to a stop. Logan opened the back of the van and very calmly pulled Dante out and slung his captive over his shoulder. Dante took in his surroundings and was unnerved to discover they were in an abandoned industrial area. Dante struggled as Logan carried him to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. Logan carried Dante up a flight of stairs, down a long dilapidated hallway, and into a fairly bare room. Logan dropped Dante onto a futon, then sat down beside him. “That was more difficult than it should have been…and it’s all your fault.” “Mmmmppphhh….mmmpphhhh.” Dante said with pleading eyes. “Oh, those puppy dog eyes aren’t gonna work on me now, Dante. Not after two years. I’ve thought about you every single day. And I knew you were going to come back. And now your mine again, and I’m never letting you leave.” Dante threw his head back on the futon in frustration, and that’s when he saw it. Taped to the wall was a collage of images, all of Dante, from childhood to just last week at a bar in Los Angeles. “I made that for you,” Logan said with a creepy smile as Dante realized Logan was no longer possessive; he was a complete psychopath.” Dante thrashed about, desperately trying to untie himself, but as he did, Logan scooped him into an embrace. “Go ahead. Get it out of your system,” Logan said as he leaned his head against Dante’s, giving a loving smile that chilled Dante to the bone. Even in his grasp, Dante struggled mightily to break free, but it was no use. There were far too many knots in places he couldn’t reach. It wasn’t long before Dante had exhausted himself and relented. “Good. I don’t want you getting tired on me. The day is still young,” Logan said. Dante watched as Logan stood up. “Now, I’m going to go out for a bit and make us a delicious, romantic dinner. And after that, I’ll remind you why you loved me so much when we were together.” Logan exited the room, locking the door behind him. Dante knew this would be the only opportunity to escape, and he did everything in his power to do so, twisting and stretching to the point where he felt his muscles pulling. Dante managed to loosen the ropes securing his legs. He set to work on his ankles next. He stretched his fingers to the point where his arms were pleading with him to stop, but it was now or never. The knot came free in his grasp, and Dante untied his legs, which were now completely free. Dante tried his hardest to untie his arms, but it was a futile effort. The ropes around his wrists were too tight. Dante stood up and walked to the door. Locked. Dante kicked on the door several times. “MMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPPHHHH!” he shouted, but no reply reached his ears. The sound of a truck caught his attention, and Dante rushed to the window and smiled through his gag at what he saw. Two construction workers were pulling in near the building. Dante XXXX on the glass as hard as he could, but the two men couldn’t hear him. Finally, in a final act of desperation, Dante took a couple steps back and kicked the window repeatedly. After a few tries, the glass splintered. Dante rushed back to the window and made eye contact with one of the workers. Seconds later, the pair rushed inside. Dante crumbled to the floor. He was completely spent. But when the two men reached his door and started XXXXing, Dante called out to let them know he was here. The men broke the door down, and Dante was saved. THE END Model: Dante Model: Logan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/13/14
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Texas Turner set his beer down on the family bible on the credenza and reached for the phone. He belched once and said, "Hello?" "Hey, Texas!" "That you, Snow-Cone?" "Yeah, man. I got it all arranged." Turner lowered his head, raised his eyes, and slowly blinked three times. Then he looked back down. "Tex, you there?" "Uh, yeah. You talking about what I THINK you're talking about, Snow-Cone?" "Yeah, man. I'll pick you up about nine in the morning, okay?" "You DO talk me into some crazy shit, you know? I ever tell you that before?" "All the time, man, but this ain't crazy. You'll see. It's gonna be COOL." "See ya, cuz." "Later, dude." And that was that, thought Texas Turner as he hung up the phone. He'd better hold down on the beer XXXX tonight and think of something convincing to tell Carol and the kids about what he was doing in the morning. *** "I ain't taking my shirt off," said Texas, as he watched the slender, goateed man bind Snow-Cone's hands behind his back. Snow-Cone shrugged. He had removed his shirt and applied his own tape gag before submitting his wrists. He know that "Master" Waynon wouldn't care if Tex wanted to stay entirely clothed. Waynon wasn't even much of a master, anyway. The dude just got off on wearing bad ass leather clothes and tying up folks in his basement. He didn't ask for anything in the way of payment, didn't mess with the folks he restrained, and wasn't into anything sexual, at least not while his "clients" were there. Texas raised an eyebrow and looked at Snow-Cone's baggy jeans. The area below the hips was wider than Snow-Cone's shoulders, and Texas thought it might be easy to hide an erection in there. He still didn't buy that there was nothing sexual in this for Snow-Cone. The kid had been going POOF every Saturday for weeks, and to think that this strange little man with the goatee was the reason . . . "You can keep the shirt if you want," said Waynon. "But turn around and put your hands behind your back now." "Okay," said Texas. He looked at the floor as he felt his wrists being encircled by compliant rope. He was still looking down when Master Waynon knelt and bound together his ankles. Then Waynon carefully tape gagged Texas. When it was done, Texas huffed experimentally through his nostrils and then exchanged a long glance with Snow-Cone. Damned, he thought, if his cousin didn't look handsome bound hand and foot. And damned if the chatty boy didn't HAVE to keep his mouth shut now! Studying Texas's face, Waynon said, "You okay?" Texas could only nod. He thought that being bound was not uncomfortable, at least if the dude doing it knows what he's doing, and apparently, Waynon did. Snow-Cone sank down to his haunches against the wall. At a nod from Waynon, Texas did the same. He noticed Waynon watching Snow-Cone, and he couldn't prevent himself from doing the same. He felt that he had encountered something extraordinary, but that he'd also have a hard time explaining it to anyone who had not experienced it. Being bound was . . . Texas, who had a good vocabulary, found himself groping for the right words. Sexy, okay, but how? Relieving, soothing, trusting, what? "Now I'm going to tie you TO each other. Snow-Cone, face your cousin and get close." Texas saw Snow-Cone's cheek muscles lift beneath the gag, and he knew his cousin must be grinning. Ha! thought Texas. This was just too wierd. If he looked straight ahead, he was looking at his cousin's mouth gag. It was funny that he'd never noticed how much taller than himself his cousin has become. Then Snow-Cone waggled his hips, and Texas raised an eyebrow. Just contact, he told himself, just touching, just an animal response. It doesn't mean anything. And, oh, he could do without the annoying boy giggling behind his gag! Snow-Cone waggled his butt again, and this time the motion drew Waynon's attention. "Hey," said Waynon. "I thought we agreed we were all gonna be straight boys today." Oh, boy! thought Texas. Who in their right mind would guess that he, Texas Ursinus Turner, could get tied up to his cousin in a basement and then inexplicably get horny? And if we all agreed to be straight boys today, what were Waynon and Snow-Cone OTHER DAYS? "Don't worry about him," Waynon said to Texas, "but he ought to have warned you. Being tied up ALWAYS gives Snow-Cone a woodie. In fact, it's one of the things I like about him." Waynon removed the ropes binding the men together, and then he loosened and retied the ropes so Texas was bound to a support pole and Snow-Cone to a large drainage pipe. Waynon hitched up his leather jeans. "I'm gonna leave you guys like this for a while. Don't be running off." With that, he left the room. Snow-Cone noticed that Waynon had not retied Texas's ankles. He nodded at his cousin, and then he leaned out to look around Texas to make sure that Waynon was truly gone. Snow-Cone thought that his cousin's eyes above the gag were enigmatic. He could tell that Snow-Cone was thoroughly enjoying himself. He and Snow-Cone then made a mutual production of looking at everything in the room but each other. Finally, Texas could stand it no more. He looked at Snow-Cone and ennunciated, "Mmpphh?" Snow-Cone answered, "Mpphh-huh!" The two cousins understood each other perfectly, and, as such things go, Texas thought being tied up with Snow-Cone beat the hell out of mowing the lawn . . . and maybe even bowling. The End Texas played by Sammy Snow-Cone played by Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/05/2006
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You know that phrase, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”? Well this story is just too good not to tell. It all started when Rex found an awesome deal on some anime cosplay costumes. The catch was that the seller did not want to ship the costumes since the fabric was delicate. The deal on these costumes was just to bad for Rex to pass up. So Rex told his buddy Jack about the costumes and head for Vegas. Jack did not really care about the costumes that much. He was just excited about going to Vegas. He was going to get some bitches and make his millions there. Of course as we all know, this is the one thing that never happens in Vegas. And Jack was about to meet the real Vegas. The two got off the plane and headed straight to the seller's house. They wanted to get business out of the way before the pleasure begins. The house they went to was off the beaten path just outside of the city. “I'm getting a bad feeling about this.” Jack confessed. “You worry to much. The guy makes cosplay costumes. He doesn't work for the human slave trade.” Rex said. “I'm sure we will be fine.” He then XXXX on the door to a rundown house. The door slowly opened and revealed a man. “You must be Rex. Great to meet you.” the man said as he shook Rex's hand then looked to Jack. “And you must be Jack. Heard so much about you. Come in, come in. I got your outfits all ready. The name's Nick.” The two walked in to a very nice living room. You never would have thought it looked this nice from the outside. “Make yourself at home. Let me get you two a couple of beers.” Nick said as he disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later with two bottlenecks already opened. Rex and Jack each took big swigs of their beers. “So not to be rude, but where are the costumes? Can we take a look at them?” Rex asked. “Sure sure. Thanks to your measurements that you gave me, I was able to make the modifications so that the costumes will fit perfectly. I even gave you the extra room in the crotch for Jack's costume since you said he's rather large down there.” “Ummm,” Jack started, “How do you know what my sizes are, Rex? And how do you know how big I am down there?!” “Well remember that night you XXXX at my place? Well I had to get the measurements for everything that Nick asked for.” Rex explained. Jack turned to Nick. “Why do you need to know how big I am?” he asked. Jack was starting to feel a little dizzy, as was Rex. “It's quite simple really. My clients want to know the size of everything on the man they are buying.” Nick explained. He got up and walked over to Jack and started to undo Jack's pants. The XXXX beer had now taken it's full effect and Jack and Rex were unable to move or do anything to stop Nick. “Now let's just see if Rex was lying or not.” As he pulled Jack's pants down, revealing his 11 inch member. “Woah! You weren't lying Rex. And he's not even hard yet! I am going to make a lot of money off of you! Now let's check you Rex.” Rex, try as he might, could do nothing but let this pervert do as he wished as his pants, too, were pulled down. Both Rex and Jack's consciousness started to fade. “Very nice! Well I better get you two wrapped up and ready to be picked up. Have a nice XXXX.” The last thing Jack and Rex saw was Nick leaving and coming back with coils and coils of rope. “I do love my job!” Nick said. “I get to tie up unsuspecting men and play with them until I sell them. Life doesn't get any better than this.” Nick beXXXX tying up his packages and copping a feel every now and then. Soon he had two handsome men all tied up and ready to go. “Now don't you two go anywhere. I'm going out to go get your new masters.” Nick said as he walked out the door. The End... Model: Jack Model: Rex Ropework by: Nick007 Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/15/2013
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The name of the band was JASPER. And they were making it big time. Youtube had been their main outlet and it was only by chance that the kid of one of the execs at NBC had mentioned this group to his father. His father made some calls and, done! Jasper had a recording contract with a tour starting in New York. They would be an opening act for “The Who…” a great way to get known. Twenty-two year old Tony was the lead singer and writer for the group. A hell of a nice guy, Tony would not hurt a fly. Tony had one fall from grace: he stole every word he wrote! Tony would research online little know garage bands and find their lyrics, and write his music to them. It would be his downfall. “Punch” was a grunge rocker who had a small garage band that would play at some local clubs and parties in Philadelphia. He had put his music on Youtube, and was surfing when he came to the Jasper site. He froze as he read the lyrics to their first album. “That shithead stole my fuckin work!” Punch read carefully to be sure. “Yes, this Tony fraud is making it big time with my words.” Punch planned to make Tony pay. Checking the tour dates for the Who tour, Punch and his band members realized that Tony would be near Madison Square Garden. There would be tight security for the Who, but who gave a shit about Jasper. It was easy to get into the caverns of the Garden before the concert started. A sweet smelling rag, and Tony was out cold. Dragged down into an opening in the subway, they kept him out until 3 AM when they dragged his XXXX form up a subway escape tube, into a van, which speed away through the Lincoln Tunnel to an old house in Jersey. Tony was out cold when he was dumped on a bed. “Bind and gag him,” Punch ordered. “No problem,” said the drummer. The stripped off Tony’s shirt. “Want these ropes on his skin!” They proceeded to rope his wrist, arms, legs and feet nice and tight. Shoving a rag down his throat, they tape gagged him. Then, taking a pail of cold water, the splashed it in the bound man’s face. Tony awoke with a startle. He bucked and soon realized that he was all tied up. He tried to speak, but also found he was gagged. With the drummer holding Tony by his tied arms, Punch lashed his fits into Tony’s gut. “Steal my fuckin songs and make money off them did you?” Punch lashed away as Tony tried to harden his gut and take the abuse. He was never tied up before, and tried feverishly to break his arms and hands free, but the drummer was good at his craft. Finally, the stopped their gut punching, and hogtied Tony. “We have some plans for you!” They left him hogtied on the bed. Tony tried with all his might to break free of his bounds. He jerked and rolled and pushed and only increased his rope burn and numbness. Rolling off the bed to the ground, he tried to sliver his wrists under his but to his front, but the ropes binding his arms made the leverage needed impossible. Finally, exhausted, he laid there, breathing heavy, awaiting his fate. His captors returned and untied his arms, moving his hands in front of him and retied them. He was placed in front of a laptop, his Youtube site on the screen. “Its simple,” Punch said to his sweating victim. “You type in your blog that you are a fraud, that you stole all the lyrics from us, and that your group is history, and email it to ALL your fans. Then, you sign this promissory note and we get the money you made on our work.” “NEVER,” Tony moaned, showing his macho, yet wondering what they would do. Tony began to scream and mpffed, “OK YOU WIN.” Tony wrote the blog and signed the papers. The chemical smelling rag returned. Tony awoke, again hogtied, in a puddle of dirty track water on a subway siding. It took his nearly six hours to brake free of the ropes. He could not go to the cops: he was guilty himself of fraud. The Who went on stage early and played latter, one of the greatest concerts at Madison Square Garden. And Tony….. He shaved his head, got a business suit and looked for a job on Wall Street. The End Model: Hal Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/17/2006
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Struggling against his tight ropes, Peter thought, “How the hell did I get into this mess.” His hands, elbows, legs, and toes were tied very securely with no hope of escape. “God damn it” Peter screamed into his plug gag. He should never trusted that “salesman”. This all started around 5pm; Peter was laying down on his couch after a hard day of work. He was in his favorite casual clothing: an orange wifebeater and a pair of jeans. He was about to drift off to XXXX when he heard a XXXX on the door. “WHAT?!” , Peter yelled at the door. “Who is it?” No one responded so Peter didn’t get up and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, there was another XXXX on the door, but this time there was a voice “Is anyone there?” Peter got up and opened the door. There was a guy about 20 to 25 wearing a black suit and black pants holding a briefcase. “Good evening sir”, the mysterious man said. “Can I have a moment of your time?” “What is it?” Peter sounded pissed and was about to slam the door. “Can I come in for a minute my good sir? I want to sell you this great cleaning product that will save you hours of cleaning time”, the salesman sounded pleasant. Wanting to end this quickly Peter decided to let this guy in, let him do his pitch, and then kick him out. Peter motioned the salesman to come in and he followed Peter into the house. “Nice place you got”, the salesman smirked. “Uh thanks”, Peter responded. “So, what’s this thing you are selling now?” Suddenly Peter heard a click and felt a sharp pressure on his back. “What the hell is this?!” he yelled. “What do you think this is dumbass?” the salesman smiled. “I’m going to rob you.” “Not if I have anything to do with it!” Peter turned around. “Sigh” the salesman dropped his head. “You muscle-bound lunk heads are all the same. No brains.” The salesman lifted up the concealed item right between Peter’s eyes. “Now, can you guess what will happen next? I suggest you think VERY carefully about your next move.” Peter’s face contorted with suppressed rage, but he just lifted up his arms and put his hands in the air. “You are not as stupid as I thought. As long as you do what I say, this will be a very quick and simple robbery”, the salesman motioned Peter to the couch. Peter put down his arms and sat on the couch. He rolled his eyes and asked, “Now what?” “Now all I want you to do is put your hands behind your back. Simple even for you” the salesman pulled out some white rope from his briefcase. “Call me Sal by the way” the salesman said while tying Peter’s hands. Sal was no novice when it came to tying someone up; his knots were very tight. He even had the presence of mind to tie Peter’s upper body too so in case Peter’s hands were free, he was still tied up. After a minute, Sal stood up and looked at the tied up Peter. He tried to move his hands, but could not. “Tight enough for ya?” Sal chuckled. “Shut up” Peter grunted. “Well” Sal looked insulted. “Don’t we have an attitude today?” Sal looked through his briefcase and grabbed a plug gag. “Now, open wide”, Sal held the gag over Peter. “No!” Peter refused and clamped his mouth shut. “Ok so it has to be this way huh?” Sal sighed. “Ok fine.” Sal went over to Peter and pinched his neck. Peter let out a loud yelp which gave enough time for Sal to shove the gag in and tie it behind Peter’s head. “MMMM!” Peter shook his head in protest. “Shut up.” Sal smacked the back of Peter. “Now all I have are the legs. Can’t have you kicking me now can we?” Peter hearing that tried to kick Sal with his strong powerful legs, but Sal managed to grab both of them and hold them together in his left arms. “Ugh” Sal kept restraining Peter’s thrusting kicks. “Why do you ALWAYS have to fight back.” Sal got the white rope on the floor and managed to get the rope around Peter’s ankles. “This isn’t going to be enough for you” Sal pushed Peter’s knees together. “I have to cover all of my bases.” Sal literally went through the rope as if it was on fire. He was sparing no expense to rope in the fact that he just kept wrapping and tying Peter’s knees, ankles, and feet. He even tied Peter’s big toes together. “Ok”, Sal panted. “You are FINALLY tied up. Be a good boy and stay here while I look around this dump of a house.” Sal left the room which left Peter all alone on his small couch. He tried to break the ropes by pushing against them, but it was no use. Again and again he tried to escape, but the ropes were too tight. No matter how many times he tried to pull, push, or break the ropes, it was completely pointless. Finally Peter thought he could escape so he managed to prop himself up and get to his feet. He thought if you could just reach the door, he would be in the clear so he started to hop towards the door. Just as he was about leave the room and hopped right smack into Sal and fell. “There’s nothing here worth stealing AND you were trying to escape?” Sal angrily said. Peter just stared up at Sal as Sal was just standing there thinking. “OK, new plan” Sal started to pick up Peter. Peter tried to scoot away, but Sal picked him up and threw him over Sal’s shoulder. “I might as well take you and maybe get a random out of it or something.” Sal carried Peter out the front door and threw him into the trunk of his car. “I just hope you got some rich uncle who will pay me to get you back”, Sal snickered. “Enjoy the ride.” Sal slammed the trunk door shut and drove off into the distance with his way too trusting muscle-bound lunk head. The End Peter played by Darien Photography by Caitiff Date of Production : 02/04/2009
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Ugh. He should have avoided pissing off the guys in his command during this weekend National Guard stint. Dave struggled against the chair he was stuck to. He really shouldn't have told Todd that he was getting paunchy in the gut. He shouldn't have made cracks about what a limpwrist Pete was acting like. And nevermind telling Corey not to show up next weekend because he was an embarrassment to the Guard. Which is why he was currently tied to this chair, stuck in the basement of the guardhouse, with Corey's sweatstained hankie tied into his mouth. They had jumped him after drills. A pillowcase had been yanked over his head, hands slapped his camo'ed butt, and he was manhandled down into this basement. They had shoved his ass into a chair. TIed his hands behind his back. His legs were securely bound to it. The pillowcase was ripped off his head. "Cut the shit!" Dave growled. "Get me outta this!" His four soldiers merely laughed and high-fived each other. Dave had had this coming for a long time. He started to growl some more orders, when Corey approached him and tied his gross handkerchief into his mouth. They had used rough hemp rope, which was biting into his wrists. It seemed the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes got! He mmpphed angrily into his humiliating gag. "Well, Sarge. We had to humiliate you and run but we think you could use a little alone time. Seeing as you find us to be such shitty Guardsmen. Maybe this will give you time to think over how to approach things in the future." With coarse laughter, his guys exited the basement. He could see them crossing the parade field back to barracks. Damn it! He shoved himself around in his bondage chair. The gag was drying his mouth out. He was stuck, helpless, and starting to regret his action. And Monday was very far away The End. Model: Wolfric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:09/25/2011
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Nick had always been the "tough" guy. At least that is what he wanted everyone to think. He had to prove himself to his buddies when they dared him to taunt Big Jim. Big Jim lived in what seemed an abandoned house down the street. He was the weirdo of the neighborhood. Nick thought it would be a good way to boost his reputation by scaring the crap out of this creep. He slowly crept into the house through the back door. This was going to be easier than he thought. The dummy didn't even lock the doors. He slowly walked into the room and didn't notice the figure creeping up behind him. Before he could turn around, he was hit with something that turned everythign black. Nick slowly came to. He tried to rub his head but couldn't do it. It didn't take him long to realize that he had been tightly tied up with rope. A piece of tape was slapped over his mouth to keep him quiet. Nick thought of the reputation he would be give if his buddies found him like this. The only option was to get loose and get out of here by himself. He started to roll around and try to get himself in a position where he could undo the knots. As hard as he tried he could not figure out where to start. This guy knew his knots and knew them well. He tried rocking side to side to see if he could feel for something sharp that could help him out. All of a suuden he heard some footsteps heading his way. He turned towards the door and saw as Big Jim walked into the room. "You damn thugs! Why can't you just let me live in peace! I called the police but since it was not a life threatening emergency, they will come as soon as they attend to those matters instead. And I see that you are trying to get loose. Well just to make sure that you stay put...." Big Jim walked over to him with a piece of rope in his hand. Nick noticed that Big Jim rubbed his crotch with his hands. He bent down closer to Nick and rubbed on his crotch. Nick's eyes widened when he realized that Big Jim now knew that his dick was hard as a rock. For some reason or another, being all tied up and gagged aroused Nick. He tried to control it but just couldn't do it. Big Jim stroked himself and Nick for quite some time. All of a sudden he let out a big sigh like some sort of relief. He rolled Nick to his stomach and hogtied him tightly. Hell this is going to be harder then I realized, thought Nick. "That ought to hold you. At least it will give me some time. You better hope the police get here before I am done." said Big Jim. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Nick was really mobilized now. Struggling only made the ropes tighter. He decided to just lay there and do his best, hoping that the police got there before Big Jim came back. The End Nick played by Johnny Photography by Caitiff
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Hunter knew that he had gotten into more than he had bargained for. He showed up for his regular “modeling” session on this Saturday morning. But when he XXXX on the door, it was open, so he walked on in. After he got into the entry way he saw a note on the floor. He picked it up and it read…”Take the duct tape on the table ahead and wrap it around your head and your mouth, gagging yourself. Then take your shirt off and proceed to the study and wait for me.“ Hunter was a bit confused, but as he knew that he was getting paid to be a model he did as he was told. After sitting in the study waiting for the photographer he was suddenly grabbed from behind….not by his photographer, but by his photographer’s EX-boyfriend. Hunter was confused. The EX (a.k.a Bobby), grabbed his arms and duct-taped Hunters wrists together behind his back. OUCH! Hunter said as the tape pulled on some of his arm hair. Bobby pushed Hunter to the ground, grabbed his legs and quickly wrapped his legs with the duct tape securing them together. Hunter didn’t know exactly what was going on. He thought that this might be like a hidden camera kind of thing that he was being filmed and so he didn’t struggle to much to “escape”. He knew that Bobby and the Photographer (a.k.a. Dustin) did bondage together all the time. After a few minutes of searching the room with his eyes, Hunter didn’t see any cameras or any sign of Dustin. He then started to panic, after about 15 minutes of not seeing Dustin he really started to struggle against the duct tape to try and break free. But the damn duct tape wouldn’t give way and he couldn’t get out. Bobby came back in the room after he heard Hunter yelling and said, “You can scream all you want, but no one is going to hear you buddy.” He then picked Hunter up and threw him in the closet. Hunter wouldn’t stop yelling, so Bobby put duct tape over Hunter’s eyes so that he couldn’t see what was happening. As Bobby slapped him around a bit, he then closed the closet doors and said “Good luck getting out boy, Dustin had to go out of town on an emergency this weekend and won’t be back until Monday night. I hope you didn’t have any plans until then!” Bobby laughed and then walked out of the house leaving Hunter all alone in the closet. The End Hunter played by Himself Photography by Caitiff
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Brad always knew that his boyfriend Rob had been cheating on him, and he wasn’t going to take it anymore. One night Brad decided to go over to Rob’s apartment and surprise him. “Hey Rob, I bought a bottle of your favorite rum and put it in the fridge for you!” Rob being excited about this eagerly went over to the fridge and started XXXX straight from the bottle. “Damn this is some good shit Brad!” Rob yelled across the room. Brad thought to himself...just keep XXXX it bud. “Oh man, I don’t feel so good” Rob said and fell to the ground XXXX. Unaware that Brad had dropped a little bit of "fun" in the rum, he had just gulped away at the sweet nectar. “That should keep you out for awhile so I can work some magic on you.” “First we have to get you into your naturally slutty state so let’s just remove all these clothes.” Brad proceeded to strip off all of Rob’s clothes until he was completely naked, laying on the bed, unaware that anything was happening to him. “Now just in case you wake up we have to get you helpless.” Brad then ripped the t-shirt that Rob had been wearing and tied his hands behind his back. Then Brad thought…”Don’t want him being able to say anything else or lie to me anymore, so better make sure he can’t speak” and with that, Brad shoved a wad of the cloth from the t-shirt in Rob’s mouth and then used another strip to tie it securely in place around Rob’s head. “There we go, but we’ve only begun this fun little night!” Brad smirked with an evil grin on his face. “Wake up Rob!” Brad yelled as his soon to be ex-boyfriend came to. “Mmmrrrmppffff” yelled Rob as Brad quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “Can’t have you screaming too loud….the neighbors will hear you.” “Now to make sure you don’t go anywhere, I think I’m gonna make you just a little bit more secure” as Brad pulled out his duct tape. “MMMNNooooooorrrrr” yelled Rob as he struggled to get loose. “But to be a warning to your trick you have coming over tonight…oh yes, Rob, I found your little appointment book...I bought some special colors to warn him of your shadiness.” Brad then proceeded to wrap Rob up in the colors of the traffic light, starting with Red as a BIG indicator to would be tricks coming over after he was long gone. Soon after yellow followed and Brad thought as he wrapped Rob’s ass and cock and balls in yellow how this was DEFINITELY the “caution” area. Brad finished off with the green and thought “you know…that white over your mouth doesn’t quite fit with the color scheme” and so he wrapped Rob’s head in the green as well. “No use in you trying to get away, cuz you won’t be able to see where you are going!” as Brad put the last strip of duct tape over Rob’s eyes. “AAAAAhhhhhhhgggg” “Wow”, thought Brad, “I do some pretty good work, maybe I should become an artist, what do you think Rob?” “FFFFFFFuuuuuuuccccc” “Oh, and yes, this does mean our relationship is over” Brad said with an evil smile as he walked out the door! “Have a good night!” The End Rob played by Drew Photography by Caitiff
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I snuck into this random guy’s house without a hitch. “Yea, he should really get a security system”, I commented. I decided to turn to a life of crime specifically robbing and stealing so I picked a random house to practice since this is my first time. I jimmied the back door lock and went inside; “I hope there’s something good here”, I thought as I slowly went about the house. I turned a corner and there I saw the owner standing there fixing a picture frame; “Oh crap”, I panicked, “What the fuck am I going to do now?” As soon as I finished that thought, he turned around and saw me; his eyes widen and he looked like he was about to scream. I couldn’t go to jail without at least committing ONE successful job so I pushed him against the wall. “Yo man, what the hell are you doing here?”, the scared guy trembled. “Just get on your knees and put your hands behind your head”, I ordered as I pulled out my rope. “Look man, just take what you want and leave. ”, the guy pleaded. The truth is that I was just as scared as he was; I didn’t know what to do. I just tied his hands together with many layers of rope until I thought of something to say.“Ok ok, look”, I tried to soothe him “I don’t want to hurt you ok? Just tell me where the money is and you won’t get hurt”. “I don’t have any hard cash in this house. Just some crappy stuff like clothes and a TV”, the guy shamefully said. “God”, I started to yell “Out of every fucking house on this damn street, I pick the guy without any money!” “I sorry, but…”, he tried to console me; “Shut up”, I hissed as I pulled out a red bandana from my pocket, “Just shut up”. I stuffed it in his mouth and tied it tight around his mouth; “MM!”, the guy retracted in pain. After a few minutes of thinking, I thought I would give this place a once over and try to find SOMETHING of value to take. I took my rope and proceeded to tie his legs; “Ok, here’s what’s gonna happen”, I continued, “I am going to go through your place and see if I can find something. Remember, if you try anything, Iyou'll be sorry, got it?” He nodded and after a few seconds, I finished with his legs. I was about to leave the room when I heard him crying and scooting across the floor; that just broke the last straw on the camel’s back. I turned around with the most rage-based glare ever and he almost wet his pants. He jerked backwards, trying to get away from me as I came closer until he hit the wall; “OK, THAT’S IT!”, I pulled a white bandana out of my other pocket, “No more crying and no moving”. I shoved the white bandana in his face and tied it even tightly than the red one; this time, he let out a muffled yelp. “No, this couldn’t have been simple”, I slapped him, “You had to make this very difficult”. As I finished pointing and scolding him, I saw a roll of black duct tape out of the corner of my eye on a table. “Oh, what do we have here?”, as I reached for the roll. He just stared at me with his big green eyes and said nothing. “You know what”, I started to tell him, “I have had just about enough of you”. He cringed and just kept staring at me with puppy dog eyes. I took the duct tape and wrapped a few layers around his mouth; he tried to resist, but it was futile. “There”, I stated, “Now, I am going to MAKE sure you don’t try to flee again”. I held out my rope and quickly hogtied him and tied his feet together; this time, however, he did not resist. “Good”, I petted him on the head, “You’re learning”. “Now one last thing to make extra sure you don’t do anything stupid”, as I ripped a long strip of duct tape. I wrapped one layer around his mouth and connected it around his feet. After I was finally done with him, I realized that this life of crime is not for me; I mean, you have to break into a house, search everywhere for valuable stuff which there may not be, take care of the owners, and leave without getting caught. “Yea, I’m giving up this crime business for good, it’s too much work”, I told him. I sighed and stood up, heading for the door. “MMM!”, he tried to get my attention; “Look”, I turned around, “I am WAY too tried to untie you after I spent SO much energy tying you. I’m sure you’ll get yourself free… eventually”. I closed the front door and left hearing the sounds of him struggling to get free. Model: Patrick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 12/29/2009
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It had been a hard week at Primdale Prep. But now finals were over and several of the students had been up all night partying. Dean was one. He had snuck some booze onto the campus. He and his friends had gotten XXXX in an empty dorm. Dean passed out on the futon, still in his school clothes. His friends had not been quite as XXXX so they decided to have some fun at Dean’s expense. Gathering clothesline and cord and every bit of rope they could fine, they bound their friend to the futon. His hands were stretched out to each end of the bed and tied tightly to the frame. His feet were likewise stretched and bound in rope, pulled taut over the frame. But they didn’t stop there. They used more rope to strap the young man to the bed. From his chest to his legs, Dean was soon covered in rope. To finish the job, they gagged the young man with a dirty cloth. They also blind folded him, first with a hat but then with another cloth. They had finished by the time Dean began to stir. Dean stirred and eventually began to struggle against his bonds. “Mmmpphh!”, Dean moaned through his gag. He strained but the ropes gave him no slack. Satisfied their friend wasn't’ going anywhere, Dean’s comrades left, laughing all the way. They probably shouldn't’ have done that as Dean did not remain alone for long. “Mmmm? Mmmpphh!”, Dean begged for release. He knew someone else was in the room with him. He could hear them. But whomever they were, they didn’t untie Dean. Instead Dean felt hands feeling his body. They tickled his socked feet and pulled on the ropes. The ropes were pulled even tighter around Dean’s body, restricting him even further. Dean struggled against his bondage. He could find no release. Worse the friction was giving Dean a massive boner. It must have been obvious. The mystery hands reached up to Dean’s crotch. Dean heard his fly being unzipped. He felt his dick being pulled out and gently rubbed. “Mmmm... Mmmmmm!... MMMMMMMMPPPHHHMMMM!!!”, Dean shot after only a few minutes of stimulation. He had never been handled by another guy before. With all the studying he hadn't’ even been able to jerk off. Dean hadn't’ realised how horny he had been. Dean breathed heavy though his gag as he heard the mystery hands walk out the room. The End Model: Matthew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:02/17/2012
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Models: Hal & Hector Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 11/06/2006
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It had happened on the way home from the store. John was normally a very honest person but as he was walking out with his groceries, he spotted a wallet laying on the ground. John wasn't a thief but he picked up the wallet. HE was even about to return it when he noticed it was filled with several hundred dollar bills! Well, the store owner would just pocket the money anyway, John thought as he put the wallet in his pocket. As he walked away with the money filled wallet still in his back pocket, he convinced himself that he would see that the wallet got back to it's rightful owner...eventually. And get back to it's owner it did, though not in the way John had planned. A week and a couple of hundred dollars from the wallet later, John was taking it easy at home when he heard a XXXX. Answering it, he found himself face to face with the biggest man John had ever seen. "Excuse me. But I was told you were at the Save a lot on Chipewa a few weeks ago. You found a wallet. It's mine." The man said in a gruff voice. " A wallet?! No no, you've made a mistake. I didn't find any wallet." John lied. John had not only not made any effort to return the wallet but had 'accidentally' used some of the money to pay bills. But there was way he was going to tell this guy that. "I see." Said the man, his tone not betraying a hint of emotion, "So you are saying you didn't find a wallet filled with money? Because I really need to get that back. " "No, sorry. never saw it.", John tried to quickly close the door. He would have succeeded too, had not the man at his door put a huge hand out. "I hate dishonest people." The man said with a snarl. John gave a small gulp as he stared up at the huge hulking man bearing down on him. "Mmmm!" John grunted incoherently. The several layers of duct tape plastered over his mouth made anything John tried to say an unintelligible moan. He would've taken the tape off if the man at his door hadn't also tied John's hands and legs with clothesline. Bound and gagged on his bed, John could only groan helplessly as he glared at the man. "You've caused me quite a bit of trouble, taking my wallet. I think I'm due a little compensation." The man pushed John over on the bed and made him lay on his stomach. He then began to feel up John's body! "You know, you're not a bad sort. Not too pretty. But my kind of not too pretty. Maybe I should make up for my time with you." "Mmmm!", John moaned frantically. "Maybe later." The man said as he headed out of the room. "let's see what else you got here to make up for my time". And with that the man left John alone. The way John figured, he had better do something fast or else he was going to become this guy's new play thing. And John didn't relish the idea of being a crazy person's bondage sex toy. Wiggling and twisting his bound body, John inched toward the window. If only he could attract one of his neighbor's attention. John was nearly at the window and was about to put his head under the blinds when he heard the man's voice behind him. "Now this is what I get fro trying to make you all comfortable." He said as his hand clamped over John's mouth. "There, now you can't wiggle away so much." John's captor said as he finished hog tying his prisoner. Tied so his feet were bound to his hands, John couldn't do more then roll uselessly from side to side. Something John's captor seemed to watch with no small amount of glee. "You look so cute like that, almost a shame to leave but I got your T.V. and DVD player and I figure that should be a good compensation. if not, I'll come back and take something else." The way the man said 'something else" left no doubt in John's mind he meant taking him! "Oh, I almost forgot" the man said and reached into John's back pocket, taking out the wallet that had gotten John in so much trouble. "Like I thought. You took some of the money. Well, maybe I'll be coming back after all. You hang tight while I pack away your stuff. Got to make room in my trunk." The man then left though John knew not for long. Desperately he strained at his bonds, even though he knew he would never get free in time. The End John played by Anthony Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/23/2002
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Model: Donovan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/10/2014
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“Mmmmpphh mmmmeeemmmooo!”, Cliff yelled through the tape gag over his mouth. Cliff struggled against the tape that bound him hand and foot to the chair in his apartment. In the other room Cliff could hear his stuff being thrown around. The burgler who had tied up Cliff was not being gentle with Cliff’s possessions. If Cliff hadn’t been so tired from mowing the lawn, he might have had the strength to fight back when the Burglar sneaked in and jumped him. But despite his struggles, the man had managed to XXXX Cliff out. When Cliff regained conscienceless, it was too late. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Cliff grunted again as he strained against his bonds. His shirt, unbuttoned while he had been doing yard work, slipped down over his shoulders while streams of sweat ran down his chest. Cliff had had no idea that duct tape could be this strong. Even his attempt to break the chair he was in was in vain. All he could do was jerk around and grunt as his place was ransacked. Just then Cliff could hear the outside door to his building open. Someone was walking up the stairs to Cliff’s apartment. Someone was coming! Before Cliff could make another sound through his gag, however, the burglar was on him. He wrapped his hand tightly over Cliff’s already taped mouth, making sure Cliff understood just who was in control. “Hey Cliff, you there?”, Dave yelled from behind the door. Cliff had forgotten Cliff had said he would come over today. Cliff’s heart jumped. If he could get Dave to understand he was in trouble, he was saved! “Be quiet!”, the Burglar whispered. Cliff wanted ot yell out and he would have. Though gagged, Cliff could have made enough noise that even a chowder head like Dave could figure out something was up. But the Burglars hands clamped painfully tight on Cliff’s face made the promise of violence clear. “Hey Cliff. i hear you in there. Open the door!” Cliff let out a quick grunt despite his captor holding him. Cliff felt rough hands squeeze his throat. “Hey You ok in there?” NO I am not ok. I’m bound and gagged and being XXXX by a robber you moron! Cliff heard the door begin to open. Cliff had almost forgotten he had given Dave a key. The Burglar, realising that Dave was coming in, silently ran tot he kitchen, signalling Cliff to be quiet if he knew was good for him. Dave entered the apartment and stood for several minutes, his moth agape. Finally Dave seemed to get that His friend was bound and gagged before him. But his reaction after that made no sense. A broad smile spreading across his mouth, Dave sauntered over while Cliff franticly tried to warn him of the robber in the other room. But instead of getting the clue that something was really wrong, Dave instead sat his ass down on Cliff’s knee. What the hell? “Well isn't’ this sweet! I knew you’re girlfriend was kinky but sheesh! You would think she could untie you before she left.” I wasn't’ tied up by Ally, you idiot!, Cliff thought. Wait! What did Dave mean he knew Cliff’s girlfriend was kinky?! “You know, I think maybe I should go over and see Ally while you’re busy here. You don’t mind do you, buddy? Just say so.” Dave was so into his teasing his now enraged but helpless friend, he didn’t even see the burglar as he sneaked up behind Dave. Cliff, also was to preoccupied by his friend’s stupidity to notice. “Yeah, you’re girlfriend is hot! And it’s not really cheating if we let you watch, right? Wow, that would be kinky! Dave didn't’ see the robber until he was upon him. Dave let out a brief yelp before he was taken down. A few minutes later and Dave was no longer in any condition to tease anyone. His hand bound and his mouth taped, he could only stare at Cliff and the Robber while making pathetic moans through his gag. Cliff looked over at his best friend . What an asshole, Cliff thought. To Be Continued Cliff played by Clark Dave played by Stan Date of Production: 10/02/2006
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I needed a place to run to for a while. The cops were being a little too nosy for my tastes. Fortunately I knew just the place. It was a farm house off the beaten track. Only one guy lived there from I what I had seen. He would be easy pickings. I XXXX and made up some excuse about needing the phone. That got me in. When I grabbed the guy around the neck and wrestled him to the ground, that got me control. Young guys like this were always easy. They never thought that someone could over power them. I had planned ahead. It was hardly the first time I had had to take control of a guy. I had rope ready and before my young victim even knew what was happening, I had his hands tied bound tightly behind his back. I tied off the rope around his waste so the knots would be out of reach. Next came the tape. I preferred my prey in silent. So I taped his mouth up nice and tight, layers and layers of tape over his mouth. “MMMPPHH!”, The guy moaned pitifully. He struggled against his bondage for all the good it did him. I knew how to tie up a guy so he wouldn’t get free. I could keep him bound and gagged for as long as I wanted. My stomach was growling though. There was no food in the house. Typical single guy. Well, I would obviously have ot go out. But I also needed to keep my new friend from wandering off. A closet door was my answer. My prey tried jerking away when I unzipped his fly and pulled out his man hood. I needed him hard and fortunately he was already halfway there. I stroked his long dick until it grew big enough for what I needed. I could hear the guy making little moaning noises. I supposed he expected I was going to get him off. And if I got bored maybe I would do that later. But right now I needed his dick hard for another reason. I looped some rope around the now swollen organ and pulled it just tight enough that his dick couldn't’ be pulled free. I then tied the other end of the very short rope to the closet door knob. One knob attached ot the other. My hostage now had a leash that would keep him right there. He couldn't’ move very far without yanking on his junk. The rope was so short that he couldn't even try to undo it with his bound hands. The guy gave me an angry glare as I left him like that but I didn't’ care. I grabbed his credit card from his bed room dresser and got some junk food. When I came back, as expected he was still there. Poor guy. His dick was looking a bit sore. It hadn’t gone soft at all. So I undid the rope and then tied up his legs at the knees and ankles. I would be staying for a while so this would let him be a little more comfortable during my visit. I didn't’ want to be a bad guest. My young hostage would of course have to stay bound and gagged the entire time. There was no helping that. I taped up his eyes, put a bandana over his mouth to secure the tape and sat his ass in a chair in the closet. I then closed the closet door so I wouldn’t have to hear his moaning too much while I watched some tv. The End The Hostage Host Uriah Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/20/2011
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"XXXX, XXXX. Anybody home?" "GGGMMMSTTOPPMMFUCKINGNOISE!" Grant was getting really, really tired of this little game. If Frank banged on the hard hat one more time, Grant was going to…he realized that his options were somewhat limited. Frank had managed to overcome him with ease, and now here he was, half-naked and tied up and gagged. Perhaps it hadn’t been such a good idea, constantly ragging the company’s accountant. Frank had turned out to possess a powerful set of muscles, evident now that he had stripped off his suit jacket and tie and his starched white shirt. He had seemed like such quiet, wimpy kind of guy, the kind who wouldn’t fight back. Evidently Grant had made a gross miscalculation. "What’s the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue? Here, maybe this will make you more talkative." "GGGGGAAHNNNNOOOO! MOOUCCCH!" Fuck, the bastard had nearly ripped off one of his nipples. Damn, but that hurt. Grant raised his bound hands towards his face, getting ready to rip off the tape that sealed his mouth shut. He was going to give Frank a piece of his mind. "You touch that tape, and I’ll beat you to a pulp. I’ll start off using this, and then who knows what else will catch my fancy after that. You don’t know what I’ve got stored away, do you, Grant my boy?" Grant flinched nervously as Frank sXXXXped Grant’s own heavy leather belt, the one with the big Budweiser belt. He didn’t relish the thought of Frank using that on him. Of course, Frank wouldn’t dare try to beat Grant with his own belt if he hadn’t been all tied up and gagged, but…since he was tied up and gagged, Grant thought it prudent to obey his captor. "Now stand up." "GGGMMHEY! WHATMDOING?" Grant yelled through his gag as Frank XXXX him to his knees. "How does that feel, Grant. I bet you really like that, don’t you?" Grant tried to protest, but since his face was mashed against Frank’s groin, his protests were inaudible. Grant could feel something large and hard pressing against his face through the fine wool fabric of Frank’s suit trousers. Crap, the guy was hung like a horse! Grant felt a faint stirring of envy. It wasn’t fair, why should Frank be so well endowed, while Grant, the macho construction boss, wasn’t quite so generously blessed? "Come on, asshole, show me how you can move. Give those muscles a real workout! Move!" As the belt whistled through the air, Grant rolled and squirmed, trying to evade the huge belt buckle. It kept on missing him by just centimetres. Grant could feel himself working up a sweat. Damn, he was going to buy a new belt, he thought, as the corner of the buckle caught one of his bulging pecs. "Get those legs up in the air, you big wuss. Yeah, don’t you look like a big idiot? Let me take a few pictures, Grant. I don’t think the guys will think you’re such a big tough stud when they see you like this. Grant whimpered in humiliation. Frank was a real bastard. Why, Grant would rip him apart once he got rid of this damned tape. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about those pictures showing up anywhere. Yeah, he would beat him to a pulp, and then take some pictures of his own. He should the guys how they should take care of fairies like Frank. Hey, what was he doing now? Grant really started to sweat bullets as Frank came towards him, scissors in his hand. "You know, I think the guys should see a bit more of you. I know that I want to see more. Let’s get rid of these jeans. You really wouldn’t need them any more. "MMNOOOO!NNOOO!GMMDONT!" "Oh, that is much better, Grant. You are a real dickwad, but you sure do have a nice butt. I can’t wait to get a taste of it. Come on, lean over and give me a better view. If you don’t, you know what is going to happen, don’t you?" Grant whimpered into his gag as he obeyed the orders barked out by Frank. He gasped as he felt Frank fondling his buttocks. Sweat was streaming down his muscular body. Tears came to his eyes as he watched Frank take more incriminating photos. He had to get his hands on that camera. Once he had beaten Frank to a pulp, he would grind that camera into dust. "Just one more shot of you, this time on your knees. Look at the birdie and say cheese. Good boy, Grant. I’m glad that you have shown yourself capable of taking orders. You take a little rest while I download these and start sending them off. " "MMMOOOMMMPHHH!" Grant lay on his side, where Frank had pushed him. Ouch, he had hit his head. He could only lie there, fuming with impotent fury as he watched Frank downloading the pictures and sending them speeding across the Web. Frank was keeping an eye on him, and every time that Grant made a move that indicated he was trying to free himself, Frank would slap Grant’s thick leather belt against the floor in a threatening way, telling Grant that if he didn’t behave himself his bubble butt would be reduced to a mass of raw meat. "There, that’s all finished. Aren’t you lucky that I have access to all of the employee email addresses? All of our customers too! You’re going to be famous, Grant. Now, you look just tempting for words, lying there, all naked and gagged and bound. I think that it’s time that we got friendly, a lot friendlier." THE END Grant played by Tony Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/05/2002
27 photos; 4:58 video
Puppies Need to be Trained Model: Derek Photograper: Caitiff Date Of Production: 10/22/2014
29 photos; 5:19 video
Intern played by Kona
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2024
Tags: tape gag, suit, bad guy, dominated, gagging, socks
19 photos; 6:55 video
Model: Lucas
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 11/08/2022
Tags: cleave gag, shirtless, outdoors, muscle
25 photos; 3:18 video
First Bound Guy played by Jean LeFaun
Second Bound Guy played by Trixster
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Photography: 01/27/2024
Tags: nude, nudity, cleave gag, double, back to back, bare foot
20 photos; 5:28 video
Model: Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/28/2024
Tags: Shirtless, tattoos, plot, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, chair tie, jeans
20 photos; 6:32 video
Model: Andy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/27/2024
Tags: muscle, nude, bare foot, tape gag, dominated, bad guy, groped, butt, hairy
20 photos; 3:42 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/04/2024
Tags: Nude, nudity, twink, bare foot, dick tie, hog tie, shirtless, tape gag, gagging
17 photos; 6:46 video
Model: Kelvin
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 11/18/2023
Tags: cleave gag, jock, outdoors
25 photos; 4:04 video
Model: Taz
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12-20-2023
Tags: cleave gag, hog tie, underwear, bare feet