Screwed

19 photos; 5:21 video

Model: Rephael

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 5-30-2015

My New Puppy by Gilroy

20 photos; 9:44 video

I so hated these rich boys , thinking they could do whatever they wanted, that they were so tough just because they had always had the money to get away with whatever they wanted.

So when I had a chance to get my hands on one, I took it.

Sam Nelson liked to bet big. To bad he also lost big. But unfortunately he didn't’ always pay back his debts. So a bookie friend asked me to teach young Sam a lesson.

“Sure” I said. I would teach a lesson or two.

The first part was the hard part. I waited until young Sam was alone and then grabbed him. I had learned a neck pinch move from a guy into martial arts. Sam went down like a sack of rocks. I was glad I was a big guy because otherwise I might not have been able to drag him to my van.

When I got him to my special house, the one I used for teaching uppity young punks “lessons’, I dragged him out and up to a bed room. I plopped his nice bubble butt into a chair. Sam was still out.

I hand cuffed his hands behind his back and then tied his feet to the chair. I tied some more of the black rope around his broad chest and to the chair. I had done this lots of time before. I knew how to make sure Sam didn't’ go anywhere.

“Oooohhhh”, Sam moaned. He was waking up. Just in time. I wanted him to be awake for this part.

The expression on his face was priceless. The poor schmuck had no idea that he had been XXXX. And even if he had, he would have just thought I wanted the money. He would was wrong. I had plenty of money. I wanted him.

“Mmm!”, I put my hand tightly over Sam’s mouth. Time he learned talking was a privilege he hadn’t earned. I did that for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of Sam squirming under me. However I had other things I needed to do to Sam. I needed both my hands free.

So I gagged Sam with a black cloth I found near by. It was still rolled dup and scummy from the last guy I had gagged with it. I wedged it between Sam’s lips and tied it secretly behind his head.

Sam made pitiful little moans through his gag, begging for mercy. It was so cute. It was like the kinky bondage version of finding a lost puppy.

However this puppy had yet to be trained. And he had way too much clothing. Pets had no need for clothes.

Sam would have jumped when he saw me pull out the scissors if he hadn’t been so securely tied to the chairs. He might have thought I was going to hurt him. Of course not but I did kind of appreciate the fear in his eyes.

It started with a snip and then a rip. And then whole lot of strip. That awful looking polo came first, exposing a nice chest. Seems Sam liked the tattoos.

Next came the khakis. I ripped and stripped, pulling large swaths of cloth off my struggling new puppy. I made to sure to touch his bare skin as I did so in the most intimate ways I could. I wanted Sam to understand that he was mine to do with as I pleased and there was nothing he could do about it.

Last came the underwear. Sam’s face was beet red, from fear, anger or embarrassment I couldn’t be sure. Probably all three. This was the e last weak defense against being totally vulnerable he had. Once his jockey’s were gone, he would be exposed.

I took my time, snipping a little here and a little there while I massaged his junk through the soft fabric. I wanted Sam to put on a good show.

Young Sam did not disappoint. It was well hung. It wasn’t monstrous but a good length and thickness. And Sam seemed to respond well to stimulation. His muffled cries through the gag said no but his dick had a completely different opinion.

If Sam took to his training, I thought I might just pay off his debts myself.

The End?

Sam Nelson played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/15/2010

INTRUDER ALERT! by SoftTouch

29 photos; 4:34 video

I was having such a nice XXXX after my morning workout. I probably could have XXXX the whole morning away, but there was this strange computer voice right out of a science fiction movie screaming "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"

I promised myself that I wasn't going to watch science fiction any more and turned my head over onto the other side of the pillow, but that voice kept right on screaming into my ear "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"

Damn! I opened my eyes and rolled over and...

There were two guys dressed in dark coveralls with dark pantyhose masks pulled down over their faces standing right inside my bedroom door. The big one -- I'll call him the Rabbit because he had his pantyhose tied like two big ears standing on top of his head -- growled "He ain't supposed to be here!"

The little one -- I'll call him Dopey because the top of his pantyhose was just drooping over to one side of his head like Dopey's hat -- giggled in a high-pitched voice "Guess that's one on you Boss."

"Get him!" growled the Rabbit.

Before I could get my eyes all the way open, they both charged me. Strong hands grabbed me and pinned me down on my bed. "No, wait a minute, you can't--Mmmph!"

The Rabbit held me down while Dopey giggled and plastered strips of tape all over my mouth. And then everything started happening too fast for me as I felt their strong hands all over my body, and then there was rope -- lots and lots of rope -- and the next thing I knew my arms were tied and being stretched back to where my ankles were tied, and my whole body was bent up like a pretzel.

I struggled and I strained until I managed to roll over onto my back while I tried to beg past the sticky tape all over my lips for these strange intruders to please let me go. But I couldn't get any words past my plastered lips, only strange sounds like a little trapped animal makes. And then the Rabbit ran his big hand over my chest and his fingers plucked at my silver nipple ring.

"Nice jewelry," he sneered at me.

I think I screamed because I was sure that he was just going to rip that silver ring right out of my flesh, and I begged really hard with my eyes until his cruel fingers finally let go of me.

"Naw Singlet Boy, I've got a better idea for keeping you under control."

I sighed with relief and then screamed again into my sticky tape because now I could feel the Rabbit's strong fingers wrapped all around my crankshaft. He pulled on me really hard and stretched me all out until I thought I was going to faint from the pain. And then there was nothing I could do as I felt smaller ropes being wrapped all around my crank and my shaft. What was he going to do to me?

Then the Rabbit pulled my wrists and my ankles closer together and sharp pains shot through my arched back. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel his busy fingers tying those smaller ropes to my wrists and ankles. Then all of a sudden he let go of me. A screaming pain shot all through my body and tears jumped into my eyes.

My crankshaft was now tied to my wrists and my ankles so that every time I moved them even a little bit, a massive pain shot right through my crank.

"Yea, he'll behave now," the Rabbit growled. "Let's get the rest of that stuff loaded before somebody notices our van on the street."

Dopey and the Rabbit left me alone to suffer with my pain. I could hear them now more than see them as they hurried back and forth, stripping everything of value from my apartment, and carrying it all out to their van. I just lay there the whole time trying to move as little as possible while I tried to ignore the throbbing pain that was coming from my crankshaft.

What seemed like a long time later, Dopey came into my room and I guess he took a little pity on my because he untied my crankshaft and then retied the other ropes so that I could stretch out on my stomach. I thanked him behind my plastered lips and almost drifted back to XXXX before the Rabbit came into my room.

"What the hell'd you untie him for?"

The Rabbit pounced on me with both of his big hands and growled while he grabbed at my singlet and started to yank it right off of me. Then he shoved me back down onto the bed. "Don't just stand there!" he roared at Dopey. "Grab his ankles!"

Oh no, not again. Strong hands grabbing my body, cruel ropes, biting into my skin, a dull pain all through my arched back, and then the sharpest pain of all was once again screaming through my crankshaft.

"Happy XXXX-time Singlet Boy." The Rabbit laughed at me like a big bullfrog. And then Dopey joined in with his high-pitched giggle as they both went out of the room and left me all alone.

And those were the last sounds I heard for a very long time.

THE END

Model: Marco

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/24/2009

A Well Deserved Spanking

19 photos; 4:46 video

Model: Raphael

Model: Cliff

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-28-2015

The Stool Pigeon by Caitiff

28 photos

Sidney was in trouble. It was probably the fact that he was tied up in a grungy basement that was his first clue.

“We know it was you, Sidney!”, the leader of Sydney’s Gang, Mickey, spat out.

“Look, I tell you it wasn’t me. I didn't’ tell the cops nothing!”

“I’m sick of this guy!”, Joey the gang’s muscle said as he grabbed Sidney’s head in a head lock and squeezed.

“It wasn’t me. I don't know what you think I said but..Mmmmmppphhh!”, Joey’s hand clamped over Sidney’s mouth. As much as he struggled, Sidney couldn’t break free of Joey’s vice like grip over his mouth. His protests came out as mumbled moans. Joey held on tight, cutting off Sidney’s air. Fortunately for Sidney, Joey didn't’ seem to want to actually kill Sidney. Yet. He let go as Sydney’s face began to turn blue.

Catching his breath, Sidney tried once more to defend himself.

“Look, I can’t be the guy who ratted us out because I..Ooph!, but once again Joey kept him from talking. This time Joey sucker punched him in the gut. Then to keep him quiet tape was put over Sidney’s mouth. Joey then grabbed Sidney by the neck and squeezed just enough to make sure that Sidney understood how fucked he was.

“No one wants to hear it. we know you went to the pigs last night.”

Last night?! Sidney had been screwing his girlfriend all of last night. She could vouch for him. But tape gagged, Sidney couldn’t tell them that. How the hell did these guys get the idea that he had gone to the cops anyway?

Sidney had his legs tied tightly together. Joey stared threateningly at Sidney.

“Don't’ even think of going anywhere, punk!”, Joey said.

“So what are we going to do with jabber jaws over there?”, another member of the gang asked.

”If my info is right, the cops are waiting for him to give them a signal before they move in. No signal, no cops. At least for a while.” Joey explained.

“So we keep him on ice. For now.”, Mickey said.

“And after?”

“I got some chains and cement in the back. Fishes won’t mind one more good meal.”, Joey said with a sneer. He seemed to be anxious to do Sidney in.

Bound and gagged, Sidney was a helpless spectator to the planning of his own demise. His one chance came when the gang went off to another room, confident that their captive wasn’t going to go anywhere. Sliding his ass off the stool, Sidney bunny hopped towards the back door. It was his only chance. The front of the house had his erstwhile partners. Unfortunately his captors weren't’ complete idiots. The back door was barred literally by a large metal pole. With his hands bound behind his back, Sidney doubted he could open the door. But if he didn’t he was fucked.

“Going some where?”, Joey whispered. Sidney jumped as mush as his bondage allowed. He hadn’t noticed Joey come down at all.

“You’ve been such a good sport, I almost feel guilty.”

Huh? What was Joey talking about? and why was she whispering? It was as if he didn't’ want the others to hear.

“Funny story. When Mickey found out there was a stool pigeon, I had to get a fall guy and you got picked. It was me that told them you went to the cops last night. But don't’ worry, I’’m not going to kill you. But you will be stuff in a trunk in the garage until the police can find you.”

That son of a bitch! But Sidney had no time to contemplate Joey’s confession. Behind them the rest of the gang was coming down the stairs.

“MmmmmmmPphh!””, Sidney moaned through his gag right before joey punched him in the jaw. Unable to defend himself, Sidney went down. Then Joey kneed him in the gut. Now stunned as well as bound and gagged, Sidney was meek as a sheep as Joey picked Sidney up over his shoulder and began to carry him out.

“Mmmmmm!”, Sidney moaned pitifully as he was carried away. The gag made sure that he couldn't repeat Joey’s confession.

“So long. have fun feeding the fishes, you rat bastard!” Mickey said as Joey carried Sidney away.

“don’t worry buddy, ”, Joey said mockingly as Sidney continued his vain struggle, “I’ll take care of your girlfriend. In fact, I’ll be hitting that piece of ass up tonight.”

And Sidney knew Joey wasn’t kidding.

The End

Sidney played by Mitch

Joey played by Rod

Date of Production: 11/15/2007

Spread and Exposed

20 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/14/2013

Good Neighbor Policy by Kurt

26 photos; 2:21 video

There he was, XXXX like a little blond angel. And here I was, in his living room, with a pile of rope and a dirty mind. Patrick and I had become buddies over the past 6 months, and one time after a few (quite a few) beers, he had let it slip that he was turned on by the idea of being overpowered by another guy. He had gone to great lengths explaining how it was not a sexual thing, that he liked chicks, etc. etc., but that he had this weird kink about being jumped and tied up by a strange guy since he was a kid.

We had exchanged keys to each other's places, so gaining access was no problem. It was a matter of timing. I wanted to catch him unexpectedly, and help him live out his fantasy. Being a frustrated actor, I knew I'd enjoy playing the role of the bad guy, and he could relax knowing it was me and enjoy his fantasy to the fullest. But I had no intention of playing around with the bondage. That part was going to be real. You see, I get turned on by bound guys, too!

My lean, blond friend awoke almost immediately when I clamped my hand over his mouth. The panicked expression on his face was priceless, and I couldn't help smiling as I growled out my lines.

"Do as I say and you won't get hurt, got it, punk?"

"Mmmpphhh!"

A quick flip and he was off the sofa and onto the carpet. Enjoying every moment, I whipped some rope around his wrists and knotted it off.

"C'mon, man, what are you doing?" whined my surprised prey when I released my hand from his mouth.

"Shut up!" I replied as I pulled a red bandanna from my back pocket and jammed it into his mouth, pulling it as tightly as I could behind his head and double-knotting it.

I had to admit he looked as cute as hell lying there in his striped pajama bottoms with the red cloth gag contrasting so nicely with his bright blond hair.

Unraveling a few more coils of rope, I took my time hogtying him. I enjoyed the hot grunts he made as the ropes were pulled tight, contorting his body into an arc. He began to roll around, struggling to find any looseness, but there was none. I'd been tying knots ever since Cub Scout days, and he wasn't getting out till I let him out.

I took his place on the sofa and watched the show, enjoying every twist and roll and grunt until the poor guy exhausted himself. I taunted him, staying in character as best as I could, and the quizzical look on his face as he struggled in true bondage for the first time was funny and sexy at the same time.

"Well, buddy," I said, finally, "I guess you could always break into my place next week."

The End

Ritchie played by DJ

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/14/2006

Home Invasion by Sammy

28 photos

Chad was exhausted, he needed the overtime but all the extra hours at work were taking their toll. He had finally gotten some time off and he was going to get some much deserved XXXX. After stripping down to his boxer-briefs he laid down. Soon his eyelids began getting heavy as he drifted off to XXXX. It was not long before he woke with a start; when he opened his eyes he was staring down the barrel of a concealed item! Behind the concealed item a hefty man in a ski mask was glaring down at him.

“Well, looks like XXXX beuty is awake.”

“What do you mmmMMffFFFHHHhhh?!” Before Chad could finish the sentence the hefty man was beside him in bed with a meaty hand clamped over his mouth and the concealed item still pointed at him.

“You, talk to much. Shut, the hell up!” growled the hefty man.

Chad struggled futilely against the mans hand-gag. Even with only one arm holding him Chad just was not strong enough to break loose.

“MMmmFFffetMMHHGo”

“Keep it up and you will be sorry”, hissed the hefty man as he raised the concealed item and aimed it at Chad.

Chad immediately went XXXX and passive.

“Good. good I like my guys nice and submissive. Now here is the deal, this is a robbery I am going to have a look around and see if there is anything I want. But right now I don’t want you getting in my way.”

From out of nowhere the man pulled out several lengths of rope and began wrapping them tightly around Chad’s arms and legs.

Chad started protesting as the hefty man began binding him up. “Please don’t tie that tight rope around me. It really hurts. Chad could feel each coil of the rough rope bite deeply into his tender flesh. “Ouch,” moaned Chad. “I really dommmFFFhhh, MMMMpppHHHH. “

The hefty man XXXX a green bandana beween his teeth and tied the loose ends securely behind his head. “I told you to shut, the hell up. And just to make sure you stay quiet ...”, the man slathered a sticky piece of duct tape over Chad’s mouth also.

When the hefty man had securely gagged Chad he finished tying him up. He had tied Chad’s hands behind his back and also tied his ankles and knees together.

Chad strained against the ropes as the man walked out of the bed room to look around the house. No matter how hard he tried he was unable to get free. He stretched and pulled and finally manged to sit up on the bed. The rope kept biting deeper into his skin and his muscles throbbed from all the struggling. Chad also could not hide the fact that everything that had happened so far had him so turned on. If it had not been that he was also scared for his life he would be enjoying himself. After taking a break for few seconds Chad staggered to his feet and began slowly hopping towards the door. If he could just reach the door and slip out the back way he would be safe. With each hop the door got closer; just as he reached the door, it burst open and XXXX him off his feet.

Chad lay on the floor dazed from the fall and looking up at the hefty man in the ski mask.

“So, trying to escape, huh?” “Well guess I will just have to make sure you are not gonna be anymore trouble. “

The man pounced on Chad and using more rope he quickly pulled his legs and arms into a very painful hogtie.”

Chad, howled in pain behind the gag.

Then the man hefted Chad onto the dresser. “This should keep you out of trouble.”

Chad struggle a litle on top of the dresser. The pain was so exquisite, that there was no denying how aroused he was now; even the man noticed.

“Well, well nothing else in your house is worth a shit but it seems that I finally found something I want”, he said as he approached and slid his hand down the back of Chad’s underwear. “Yes, that’s nice and tight for me. Good, and maybe you get something you want from me too.” The man slowly began unzipping his pants...”

The End

Chad played by Andre

The Robber played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/13/2006

Sailor In Trouble 2

20 photos; 3:54 video

Model:Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/12/2013

No Time to XXXX By Cryptococcus

31 photos

Doster loved to tie up men. He didn't dwell on the reasons why or even considerate it an aberration of his. If you asked him, he'd say that there's nothing unusual about men wanting to bound and gagged, tied and helpless, and he was only in the scene to accommodate these fellows.

Fellows like Daniel - Daniel, sitting so handsomely on the edge of the bed, already comfortable in his restraints, comfortable in this place, and confident, obviously, in the intentions and gentleness of Doster.

Just the way Doster liked to have his friends, in fact.

Sounding him out at lunch the previous day, Doster had asked, "So, Daniel, what do you like to do or have done to you when you're tied up?"Do?" asked Daniel, surprised. "Well, I kind of like being helpless, you know."

"You into sex during bondage?" Doster asked.

Daniel coughed in embarrassment, sending some of his drink up into his

nasal cavity. He couldn't believe his brand new friend Doster had

asked that so nonchalantly while sitting at a table in a crowded

Denny's. Then Daniel found that he simply had no answer.

Sensing his discomfort, Doster did not further pursue the question. He

decided to just follow the young fellow's lead.

And first he had to find out how Daniel took his bondage.

So far, so good, thought Doster.

Daniel, bound hand and ankle reclined on the bed, cognizant of the vast amount of rope that Doster had not yet employed – on him! Daniel was thinking that this was too easy. Even when Doster added the gag, Daniel thought about his own body in bondage. The XXXX parallelism of his limbs, captured and bound together, incapable of separation, but capable of parallel movements.

Doster was not thinking about such technical things. He was thinking that Daniel had a rosy glow that he admired. He did want to have sex with the young man, but he didn't want to rush the guy. If not in this session, he thought, then the next.

On his side, on his back, Daniel could have fallen asleep.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable without those shorts riding so high on your hips?" asked Doster.

Daniel considered, and then he nodded tentatively.

"Great!" said Doster. He pushed Daniel's ankles down, straightening his legs, and placed Daniel's legs over his shoulder. He reached down with both hands and tugged Daniel's shorts down, exposing the twin globes of Daniel's ass.

Daniel rolled onto his belly with his ass elevated, granting Doster a good view.

"Still okay?" Doster asked.

"Sure," or something very similar, Daniel said into the gag.

"Great," said Doster. "Let's get your hands behind your back. We'll see how you do with that, and if you're okay, we'll go for a hog-tie."

Daniel had not lost the feeling that his fantasies were being made true. He sat quietly while his hands were being untied, and then, without prompting, he pivoted around and offered Doster his wrists, now behind his back.

Daniel raised an eyebrow when Doster twisted Daniel's hands around so that they were knuckle-to-knuckle instead of palm-to-palm and secured Daniel's wrists that way. It was simple, but effective, thought Daniel.

Doster allowed his willing captive to get comfortable again in his new bondage state.

Daniel knew that he was not helpless yet. He could still twist and even, if needed, hop.

Daniel needed not worry because Doster soon had him hogtied with another rope from his ankles completely encircling the ropes at Daniel's wrists.

And Daniel did not need to consider what Doster already knew and practiced: the wrists are not designed for pulling loads. The hog-tie part of the session would be short, but sweet, he hoped. Daniel tried to relax into his restraints. It was hard not to experiment a little, though, so he did, which delighted Doster. When Daniel rolled onto his back, flexed, and raised his butt off his bound wrists, Doster sighed so hard that his cheeks inflated momentarily.

He thought that Daniel was perfect. He wanted this guy in bondage as often as this guy would let him. He liked the looks and the lines of the guy. Doster wanted to get Daniel all stretched out, hoisted on tiptoe, entirely naked.

He wanted to feel, to touch every part of this handsome young man.

"Hey, Daniel!" he said, and he grinned as his captive, showing his teeth locked around the gag, looked toward him.

The end.

Daniel played by Kirk

Photography by Sammy

Date of Production: 06/12/2006

Twink's Revenge by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:09 video

 “Forty..Forty one ..Forty two..” Jed’s muscles ached. He had been working out all day in the basement of his frat house. The school gym had better equipment but he liked the privacy. No one ever came to this part of the frat house basement. This was true especially now with summer break. Most of the rest of the fraternity had already gone.

Well, almost everyone. Jed was the top jock in the frat, or at least he told himself that. He certainly acted like he was in charge. Unfortunately for him he had made a few enemies.

Donald was one of them. No where near as muscular as most of the guys in the frat, he had taken Jed’s abuse for years. Donald had finally had enough. He knew he wasn’t near strong enough to take down Jed. But Donald wasn’t Jed’s only enemy.

Five other guys had stayed behind after regretting Jed ot think they had gone. When the six guys came down the stairs, Jed only gave a dumb stare, uncomprehending of his fate.

“What’s going on?” was all Jed had a chance to say before his frat brothers jumped him. With practised ease they soon had Jed’s hands tied behind his back. As much as he strained his bulging muscles, Jed couldn’t break free.

“What the fuck..mmmm!”

“I told you I would get you back.” Donald gloated at his captive after Jed’s mouth had been sealed with a few strips of sticky tape.

“What do we do with him?”, Dylan, another of Jed’s traitorous brother, asked.

“I got a few ideas.” Said Frankie, another target of Jed’s sadism. “I got a lot of ideas from all the shit he did to me”

Jed sat on the work out bench, silenced by the gag. He continued to struggle against his bondage while his frat brothers conspired about what to do with him. Finally they came up with an idea. Jed knew he was in trouble when they stood him up so they could pull hi shorts down, exposing his ass. Jed was then pushed back down onto the bench and then bent over. Jed recognized the polished wooden paddle. Officially the pledge was not supposed to haze. That hadn't’ stopped Jed of course. Now Jed’s captors planned on giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“MMMM!”, Jed vainly protested he was about top be paddled. But Donald stopped the first swing at the last moment.

“Wait! We cant’ do this!”

Thank God! That wussy finally came to his senses, thought Jed.

“We don't have a clear path to his ass. We need to retie him.”

“Mmmpphmmm!?”

As strong as he was, Jed was still sore from his work out and he was up against six guys. So they again had no problem retying his hands, this time in front of him. Then he was XXXX to lie belly down on the bench, his hands secured to the bench leg. A little more rope made sure that Jed’s legs were spread out. His ass was now open to whatever abuses the frat had in mind.

“Ok now what?”, a brother asked.

“We’ll start with the paddle, get that ass nice and red and tenderized. Then we can have some real fun.”

“Mmm?” What did he mean “real fun”?

Jed eventually found out. They kept Jed bound and gagged for a number of days doing every thing Jed had ever done to another frat brother.

Jed became a lot better person when the next semester rolled around.

The End

Jed played by Ryan Rockford

Photography by Caitiff

• Date of Production 03/14/2009

Criss Cross Part 3; Double Cross

18 photos; 5:08 video

Model: Garrett

Model: Raphael

Model: Cliff

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-28-2015

Jordan's Day Off

20 photos; 3:34 video

Model: Jordan
Photographer: Zac

Date of Production: 01/10/2015

Criss Cross Part 2; The Cross

23 photos; 5:08 video

Model: Raphael

Model: Cliff

Model: Garrett

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-28-2015

The Dick by Caitiff

20 photos; 5:27 video

Ronnie was a dick. He was rude and full of himself and generally a.. well, a dick. But Ronnie also had a lot of money and that had always bought him some leeway with the guys he hung out with.

Until now.

Partying all night and getting XXXX, Ronnie had managed to insult every single one of his friends, most of the other partiers and one very hurt dog. Then, as if nothing had happened, Ronnie fell asleep on a chair.

Ronnie continued to XXXX long after most of the guests had gone home. Ronnie had pretty much ruined the party anyway.

Ronnie’s friend’s decided. This time Ronnie would learn his lesson.

First they gagged Ronnie with a rag. Then they tightly bound his hands together with black rope. More cloth was stuffed into Ronnie's mouth and then kept there by a cloth tied over his mouth. Then to keep him seated in the chair, Ronnie’s ankle’s were tied to the legs of the chair.

Ronnie didn’t begin to stir until after he was well tied and gagged. By then it was too late.

“Mmmmpphh!?” Ronnie let out a surprised moan as he found he could not move his hands nor talk. Thinking it a joke, Ronnie was shocked when none of “friends” moved to untie him.

Ronnie struggled and twisted in his bondage but to no avail.

“Mmmm?? Mmphh mmmm!”, Ronnie tried to plead then threaten but the gag reduced everything he said to incoherent mumblings.

“He’s moving around too much.”

“Can we fix that? I don’t want this asshole getting away before he’s learned his lesson.”

“Yeah we got more rope.”

Ronnie soon found himself tied to the chair with more rope around his chest. Ronnie began to sweat. He had no idea what was going to happen to him.

“I got an idea.” Somebody said and Ronnie had ear phones put over his ears. “It’s filled with white noise. He wont’ be able to hear a thing. Now we blind fold him. It’ll be like sensory deprivation. Then we have some fun.”

The guy was right, Ronnie soon found out. He couldn't’ hear nor see, talk nor move. But he could still feel and what he felt disturbed him. His fly was undone and his dick pulled out. Slowly at first and then faster, he was stroked. Though it seemed weird, having no other sensory stimuli made the sensations of being stroked that much more intense. Ronnie could feel himself getting closer and closer.

Ronnie's captors sensed it too because right before he could shoot, they stopped.

“Mmmmm!”, Ronnie grunted. He only managed to elicit laughter.

Then when he was almost soft, Ronnie felt hands on his junk. The process started all over again, always getting him close and never finishing him off.

It would be along night for Ronnie.

The End

Ronnie played by Matthew

Photography by Caitiff

Washed Up...Tied Down by Kurt

21 photos

The latest heat wave was driving Shawn crazy. It was 103 in the shade, and the only relief he got was jumping in and out of the shower. He sighed happily as he ran the hand-held spray over his steamy cock and nuts..the vibrating, cool water felt so good on his equipment. Feeling nice and fresh, Shawn stepped out and grabbed a fluffy towel. He began to dry himself off with the soft towel, admiring his toned body in the bathroom mirror. A sudden movement in the mirror caught his eye, and before he could even react, a hand was clamped over his mouth. Dropping the towel, Shawn tried to fight the intruder off, but taken by surprise, his arm was twisted behind his back and he felt the cold, sharp edge of a edge against the side of his neck.

Catching sight of his attacker in the mirror, Shawn saw it was one of his homeboys, Joaquin, who was holding the edge against his throat.

"You still owe me that two hundred, dickwad!" Joaquin hissed. Shawn could tell right away that Joaquin was high, and he realized he had to play this right to avoid getting hurt.

Joaquin took his hand away, and Shawn tried to explain.

"Hey, man, I haven't got my check yet. I told you you'd get it Friday! C'mon, man, check the edge!"

"Shut the fuck up, and put your hands behind your back. I'm gonna take it out of your ass in trade!"

"WHAT?" Shawn shouted. "You ain't gay...what the hell do you mean, 'in trade'?"

"Naw, I ain't gay," said Joaquin, as he roped Shawn's wrists tightly behind his back. "But I been in the joint...pussy, cock, it's all the same to me!"

A chill ran down Shawn's spine as Joaquin wrapped cord around his highly sensitive joint and ball sac, pulling the ropes under his ass cheeks and attaching them to his bound wrists. His cool shower a thing of the past, Shawn's body began dripping sweat as Joaquin knelt down and tied his ankles together. Smiling, Joaquin hugged his bound victim from behind, and roughly stroked his hardening dick.

"Fuck, man, don't touch me like that!" Shawn protested.

"Shut the fuck up," Joaquin said, tying a thick blue cloth into Shawn's mouth. Shawn winced as the gag was double- knotted behind his head. With a quick push, Shawn tumbled over onto his unmade bed, and was immediately straddled by his horny attacker, who began stroking his lean body, XXXX his unwanted attentions onto his bound and gagged captive. Shawn felt Joaquin's rigid cock brushing against his ass, and moaned loudly into his gag. But Joaquin just teased his bound body til every sense was inflamed, and his cock, pressed beneath him, throbbed agonizingly. After about 10 minutes of this torture, Joaquin climbed off and came back with some more rope. He folded Shawn's legs up and bound them to his wrists in a tight hogtie.

Joaquin looked down at his hogtied and gagged prisoner and smirked.

"Aight, dude, you dodged the bullet this time. I'll just take this I-pod as partial payment. Show up Friday with the cash or you know what'll happen."

Joaquin turned and left, and Shawn began to struggle in his bonds. Panting and grunting into his gag, Shawn found a whole new meaning for"hot summer day".

The End

Shawn played by Andre

Joaquin played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/05/2006

Criss Cross Part 1; The Job

43 photos; 5:49 video

Model: Raphael

Model: Cliff

Model: Garrett

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-28-2015

He Tried to Give ME a Ticket! By LAshyguy

20 photos; 5:00 video

I couldn’t believe the nerve of this cop. I wasn’t bothering anybody. All I did was pull into a parking space, drop a quarter in for fifteen minutes so I could order a latte at my local café, something I do every single damn day. The only problem was there was a particularly long line today…and what does this cop do? He pulls his pig wagon behind me to wedge in my car, parking at a fire hydrant, mind you, and proceeds to smugly enter the café and skip the line so he can get his coffee. I can’t stand cops who abuse their power for something so mundane like that. It’s not like he had an emergency call or anything…he just wanted his caffeine fix like the rest of us in line.

So I finally get my coffee and head back to my car, and there’s one minute left on the meter. I jump into the car and get ready to peel out, but this pitiful excuse for a police officer is casually sitting in the driver’s seat XXXX his coffee, refusing to move his cop car so I can get out. As I sit there fuming at what’s going on, Officer Dumbbell gets out of his car and approaches my window. I roll it down and try my best to put on a smile.

“Morning officer,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Morning, sir. I’m afraid I’m going to have to write you up.”

“For what?”

“Your meter is expired.”

I did my best to explain that I couldn’t pull out of my spot because he wedged me in, but he just stood there silently writing up a ticket with a grin on his face I wanted to rip off with my bare hands.

“Have a good day, sir,” he said with a smile, then returned to his car and drove off.

This is why good, honest Americans don’t respect the law like they should, because idiots like this guy are taking advantage of the system they’re trained and paid to protect. While looking over the ticket, I made a decision that I wasn’t going to let that happen to me. So I pulled off and followed the pigmobile.

It was pretty easy to follow this jerk since he only went around the corner to a nearby park, pulled over and proceeded to go to XXXX. This guy is supposed to be protecting the innocent? He needed to be taught a lesson, and I was the perfect guy to do it.

I went into my trunk and pulled out a soaked rag (what it was soaked with isn’t important). I quietly approached the oinker, reached in with the rag and covered his nose and mouth. He woke up immediately, but by the time he started fighting back, he was already on the way. Seconds later he was fast asleep once again, but this time he wasn’t going to wake up. I grabbed a bag from my trunk and locked up my car. Then I opened the cop’s car, pushed him over to the passenger seat and got in. As I pulled away, I looked around to make sure nobody saw anything, and as far as I could tell, nobody did.

As impromptu as this was, I felt somewhat liberated by what I was doing. It was about time somebody took matters into their own hands to clean up the trash in this city, even the trash that wears a uniform and badge. I pulled up to a warehouse that I get paid to clean on the weekends. It happened to be a Sunday, so nobody would be there except me. I got out of the car, unlocked the warehouse door, the proceeded to carry Officer Obnoxious inside. I returned for my bag of goodies, locked up the cop car and entered the warehouse.

There were numerous rooms inside I could use, and the one that stuck out the most was this barely used room that had very little furniture inside it, which was perfect. All I needed was a chair. I propped the pompous policeman in the chair, then opened my bag of goodies: rope and bandanas galore. I kept this bag in my car for trips to the lumber yard; you never know when you’re going to need to tie some wood to the roof, and bungie cords just don’t cut it.

I removed a length of red rope from the bag and proceeded to tie the cop’s hands behind his back. I grabbed another and secure his feet. Everything was going perfectly. I reached into the bag and blindly grabbed an American Flag bandana…how fitting! It felt like I was doing a service for my country anyway, so what better gag for a corrupt cop than that.

As I stuck the bandana in the cop’s mouth, he began to stir. By the time he was fully conscious, I had that sucker tied tightly behind his head. I looked down at this poor excuse for an authority figure and gave him the same grin he gave me when writing that bogus ticket.

“Guess writing that ticket wasn’t such a good idea anymore, was it,” I said.

“Mmmmpppphhh! Mmmmmppph!”

“Sorry, that didn’t’ sound like an apology. Besides, I’m not looking for one.”

I pulled out a longer stretch of rope and began wrapping it around his torso, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to break away from the chair. As he watched me with concerned eyes, the pleasure inside me grew to new heights. I was enjoying this far too much. I mean, here I was XXXX an officer of the law, a serious felony in every state, and all I could do was smile. I’d never broken the law intentionally in my life, but there was something thrilling about this. I felt like some kind of hero…a vigilante protecting the people of my city from dastardly, corrupt men like Officer Entitled.

As I stood back and watched my captive struggled like crazy to no avail, I started thinking about different ways I could go into business. I mean, I could definitely see myself working days at the lumber yard, cleaning the warehouse on weekends and protecting the innocent at night. I would need to wear a costume…only the coolest superheroes had costumes. But first I needed to teach my captured villain a lesson...one he wouldn’t soon forget.

“People like you take advantage of their position in society and don’t understand that the badge they wear on their chest is a symbol of trust, honor and integrity. You proved earlier that you have none of those qualities.”

“MMMPPH!”

“I want you to remember what happens here the next time you decide to abuse the power given to you by the people you’re paid to protect.”

I reached out, unbuckled his belt, and yanked it off. The cop looked down at his pants as they loosened and quickly became aware of my intentions. He began to thrash about, which only made my knots more restrictive.

I knelt down beside him, grabbed his pants and began to pull them down.

Suddenly, the door burst open and two uniformed officers rushed into the room.

I immediately threw my hands up in the air. Apparently, my vigilante days were already over.

THE END

Model: Dante

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3-22-2015

Flip of the Coin by Curtis

29 photos

Dennis jumped on top of Brad. Even though Brad was quite a bit bigger then Brad, he went down to the ground in surprise.

“You’re mine now.”, Dennis said as he pulled Brad’s hands behind his back and bound them.

“Mother fucker! You had better let me go of I’ll...mmmm”, Dennis covered Brad’s mouth with his hand. Brad continued to moan into Dennis’s hand as it covered his mouth. Even through his friend’s jeans, Brad could feel Dennis' dick getting hard.

“Time to shut you up”, Dennis said as he produced a rag and tied it in Brad’s mouth.

“Mmmpphh! Mmmm!’ Was all Brad could say as the bandana was tied tightly behind his head. Now bound and gagged, Brad was meek as a sheep. Dennis thrilled at having total control over the much larger man. His dick got hard just thinking about how Brad was totally under his control. Even if Brad hadn’t been tied up, Dennis knew he would have done whatever Dennis told him to do because Brad had lost the coin toss.

“Now for those big ass feet of yours.” Dennis said as he grabbed Brad’s feet and tied them together. Brad was now bound hand and foot. Dennis admired his friend’s large feet. He knew his friend was ticklish. But first things first.

Dennis laid Brad down over the steps. With practice skill, Dennis had Brad’s pants unfastened and pulled down over his ass. With a WHACK!, Dennis slapped Brad’s tender ass. If Dennis loved the sound of Brad moaning while gagged and being under his control, he loved the sound Brad’s ass made when properly smacked.

“Ok up you go.”

“Mmuff muuu!” Brad cursed. Of course, Dennis knew he didn't’ mean it as an insult. They had played this game before. Brad had lost the coin toss and so was Dennis's bitch until Dennis said otherwise. And down deep, Dennis knew Brad liked it. Otherwise why would Brad keep wanting to play? There was no way Dennis could tie up and gag a big guy like Brad against his will.

And to prove that, Dennis made only token resistance as his hands were untied and then retied in front of him to the stair bannister.

Brad tensed. he knew what was coming. Dennis had his belt out and he aimed to use it.

THWACK! Brad’s ass made a beautiful sound as Dennis laid into it.

Again THWACK. And AGAIN!

“Mmmmmmmm!”, Brad protested into his gag. But that only made Dennis hornier and hit even harder.

Brad’s own dick was getting hard at this point. His mind was racing, wondering what Dennis would do next. It was ok though. Brad knew he couldn’t lose the coin toss forever.

Dennis continued alternating between beating and rubbing Brad’s ass. Poor Brad. He wasn't’ the brightest crayon on the box. Months of playing this game and he had yet to figure out that Dennis was using a two headed coin.

The End

Brad played by Douglas

Dennis played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2007

Taking His Time by Gilroy

20 photos; 2:24 video

Things did look good for Frank. What had started off as his chance to make the biggest deal of his career had turned into a night mare when a strange man had tricked his way into Frank’s hotel room and attacked him.

Now Frank was bound and cleave gagged on the bed, clad only in a flimsy towel and at this man’s mercy.

From the rough way the man man handled Frank’s nearly naked body, he wasn’t sure the guy had any mercy.

“Mmmmm!” Frank let out along moan as his ass was slapped hard.

“Oh yeah, listen to that!. That’s a nice sound. Can always tell a good ass by how it sounds when I slap it.”

Frank grunted in frustration and anger. It was bad enough being tied up and gagged but the guy was handling Frank’s body like it was a piece of meat at market.

“Lets see what else you have.”

Frank was flipped over, the towel brushed aside to expose Frank’s cock and balls. Despite himself, Frank could feel himself getting harder. It might have been the adrenaline from the danger he was in. Or maybe it was the way the man rubbed and fondled Frank’s nude body. Either way, the frustration was getting to Frank.

“My my my, you are a cute little thing. And I have you all to myself!” The man taunted as he grabbed Frank’s hair and XXXX Frank to meet his man’s mouth. The man slid his tongue into Frank’s mouth and explored with along deep kiss.

“And such a good kisser too! I might just keep you!”

The kissing continued while Frank’s nipples were pinched. The man then moved his mouth to the rest of Frank’s chest, licking every sensitive spot.

“Mmmmmnnnoooo! Mmmnoomnommnoo!” Frank gasped through his gag as the man XXXX him. Frank was getting hornier and hornier and there’s was nothing he could do about it.

As if Sensing Frank was getting into his abuse, the man flipped him over. Frank’s bubble butt was an exposed target.

Whap!

“MMMMMMM!”

WHAP! Whap! Whap!

The reddish imprint of where the man’s hand had slapped Frank’s bare ass stood out like a neon sign. Frank could only wiggle and moan, which only seemed to encourage his abuser. To make matters worse, as he wiggled, Frank’s dick was rubbing against the soft bed. Not enough tot get him off but enough to add to his frustrations.

“Mmmmm! Mmpphhhaa!?” Frank tried to beg, to off the man money if only he would let Frank go. Or at least get Frank off. Being bound and gagged, horny but helpless ot jack off was unbearable! IF only the man would remove Frank’s gag, Frank would offer him anything to at least let Frank cum.

“You want it, don’t you stud?” The man gloated. He knew he had broken his captive.

“Mmmmm!” Frank nodded his head vigourously.

“You want me to let you get off? “

“Mmmmmmmmm!”, Yes, Frank thought. If he had to go through this ordeal, at least let Frank get some release.

“Yeah, I thought so.” The man said and pushed Frank to the side of the bed. The man then took out a book and began to read!

“Mmmmmmpphhhmmm!”, What the hell!? How could this guy push Frank to the limit and then just let him hang?

“Oh don't’ worry. I’ll get back to you. I was paid ot keep you all week end so you missed that meeting. Hell, I might even take you with me for free. But I cant’ have you getting spoiled, thinking you get to have fun whenever you want. Make me happy later and maybe.. MAYBE I will let you get off.”

And with that the man turned back to his book, leaving Frank a seething pile of frustration.

The End

Frank played by Connor

The man played by Miller

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/28/2011

Package Ready to Ship to Slade

20 photos; 5:26 video

Model: Dean

Photography by: Nick007

Date of Production: 2-28-2015

"THE SHAFT MONSTER" From the Journals of Doctor X By SoftTouch

23 photos

"Are you sure that these ropes are strong enough to hold me? You don't know what kind of a monster I become when it happens."

I had tried everything, gone everywhere, but nobody and nothing could help me. And then I heard about this special doctor. They wouldn't tell me his name, and I wouldn't be allowed to see his face, but they promised that his special serum could help me. And right now I was ready to try anything.

"Oh no, it's getting dark outside. You've got to hurry. When the moon comes up, that's when it happens. That's when I get so big, and so hard, and it wants so much that I just have to stick it into something. People, animals, water melons -- nobody's safe from me!"

"The Doctor is quite aware of your problem Thomas, but we are going to have to keep you quiet so that you don't disturb the other patients."

"Yes, yes, anything, but hurry. You don't know what it's like when it happens, when it just keeps growing and growing until I turn into some kind of Shaft Monster. You've got to help me!"

"Please Thomas, you must be quiet now and give the Doctor's serum a chance to work."

"Oh no! It's starting! Feel it! Feel how big it's getting!"

"Calm yourself Thomas. Now we are going to blindfold you until the crisis has passed."

I let him blindfold me. I'd let him do anything for me right now. But I wondered if he knew that, if these ropes didn't hold me, he would be my first.

And then I felt the pain ­ a terrible pain that started in my chest and my legs and then all concentrated inward toward my crotch until my whole crotch was on fire. The pain was incredible! And then I felt my private muscles screaming to stretch and grow while they were being held back by some invisible XXXX.

And then the pain passed away and I felt this relaxing warmth spreading all through my crotch and relaxing me like when you put your head down on a pillow.

They took the blindfold off and let me look. And then I saw it, all soft and XXXX.

I was normal again, normal for the first time in years!

Oh thank you, Doctor X. You have cured me!

THE END

Thomas played by Louis

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/07/2003

Derek Gets Drilled by Kurt

25 photos

It had been a long, hot day at the warehouse, and Derek was glad to be home at last. All he wanted was a nice long shower, then to crash in front of the tube. Tired as he was, his discipline won out, and he decided to do his workout before his shower, so he quickly stripped and dropped down to the floor...50 push-ups, then 50 sit-ups, then a nice cool shower. Derek was proud of his toned body...he wasn't massively cut, but his firm bubble butt and nice flat chest suited him fine.

"Seventeen...eighteen...", grunted Derek, when he suddenly heard an odd noise from the vicinity of the kitchen. Sort of a thumping, scraping sound....

"What the...??!!" Before he could get to his feet to investigate, Derek was facing an masked man towering over him. He was dressed in black, and his face was covered with a ski mask. In his hand was a large, concealed item, which was pointed downwards at Derek. Derek was in shape and wiry, but the masked man's black spandex T-shirt accentuated the massive bulk of his upper body...he was at least twice Derek's size.

"On your feet, buddy", the masked man growled. Derek kept his eyes on the concealed item and did as he was told.

"What do you want?" he asked, surprised at the squeakiness of his own voice.

"I want you to gag yourself with this," the stranger replied, handing Derek a long strip of thick white cloth. Derek was so stunned by the order, he didn't know what to say, and he accepted the strip of cloth and placed it between his lips.

"Pull it tight and double-knot it", he was ordered. Derek pulled the thick cloth into his own mouth as tightly as he could, then reached behind his head to tie it in place. The gag filled his mouth and dug into its corners when he had finished knotting it.

"Hands in front!" Derek watched nervously as the gunman laid the concealed item down on a nearby table and pulled several lengths of white clothesline out of his backpack. For a second, Derek considered making a run for it, but the concealed item lying there convinced him it would be smarter to do as he was told. He stood still as his masked man wrapped the rope around his wrists, tightening it with each twist of the rope. Derek was ashamed to be standing naked in front of a stranger, and as the man bound his wrists, his fingers and the ends of the rope flicked against Derek's cock, causing an immediate, embarrassing hardening of his easily aroused shaft. The masked man didn't seem to notice as he ordered Derek to raise his hands behind his head and worked an intricate rope web around his chest and upper arms, pinning his hands back behind his neck. Derek froze as he felt a long rope being worked down from over his shoulders, and down his chest. Suddenly, the masked man grabbed his swelling cock and bound off Derek's ball sac, working the other end back up and behind his neck.

The roping on his cock and balls didn't exactly hurt, but the cords dug into his tender, swollen flesh and Derek was shocked to feel himself swell to his full length. His balls felt hot and tight as the rope pressed around the top of his sac and the base of his shaft.

"Down, buddy...on your butt", was Derek's next humiliating order. Derek was relieved to feel the ropes holding his cock in bondage loosen slightly as he bent slowly down and landed on his ass.

"All the way down on your back!" Derek moaned as the cock-bondage ropes tightened up as his body was extended.

He lay patiently as the masked man bound more rope around his knees, ankles and feet. He wished he could sit up again so the ropes around his jewels would loosen.

Once his legs were tightly bound, the masked man stood up, looked down at him, grunted in satisfaction, and left the room. Derek, now helplessly tied and gagged, tried to ease the pressure on his balls by pulling up his legs and rolling onto his side. He lay there listening as the burglar trashed his bedroom.

After about ten minutes, the studly burglar re-entered the living room and looked down at Derek.

"OK, gym rat, you like to work out? Let's see some full-extension sit-ups. Gimme fifty.......NOW!!!!"

Derek played by Andre

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 7-10-2005

BOOT CAMP BLUES by SoftTouch

19 photos

    “But Chief, I didn't do anything!”

Navy Boot Camp was proving to be a very confusing place for Recruit Teasdale. This was Sunday morning. All of the good Recruits had gone off to church, and all of the heathens were smoking outside by the wash racks, but a worried Recruit Teasdale was hidden away inside of Chief Marlin’s quarters and not at all sure of what the Chief might do to him next.

“Ouch! That really hurts Chief Sir!” Recruit Teasdale complained, but the stern faced Chief ignored him while he made the tight ropes even tighter.

Chief Marlin was really angry. Somebody had thought it would be really funny to fill up the Chief’s clean boxer shorts with shaving cream and the Chief thought that it was him, but young Recruit Teasdale had been properly brought up by his Grandmother and he would never play a cruel trick like that.

“Please Chief my knees are really starting to hurt.” Recruit Teasdale wasn't lying. He had been brought up to never tell a lie. The floor that the Chief was XXXX him to kneel down on was really hard and Recruit Teasdale wasn't use to such harsh treatment. And now the tightly-tied ropes were beginning to chafe against his wrists and his shoulders were starting to hurt from the awkward way in which his arms were pulled behind his back.

But even worse than that, Recruit Teasdale could feel his cheeks burning from a sudden blush. The clever harness of ropes that the Chief had tied over Recruit Teasdale’s bell bottoms was now holding his crotch in a very strange way, and now even though he closed his eyes and told it to stop, Recruit Teasdale could feel could feel his bad love muscle growing and stretching and thrusting itself in a hurtful way against the tight confines of the denim pouch it was hiding in.

“Please Chief, I promise you, I didn't do anything wrong!” Recruit Teasdale turned his head around and pleaded with his baby blue eyes – something that had always worked with his Grandmother.

“Don't be eye-fucking me!” the angry Chief growled. “Get your nose in that corner!”

Recruit Teasdale pressed his nose into the corner formed by the two walls and tried to ignore all the strange little pains he was feeling. Why was the Chief doing this to him? He had really tried to be a good Recruit. Didn’t Chief Marlin know how much Teasdale wanted to be a good sailor and to do what ever the Chief told him to do? All at once Recruit Teasdale felt some tears welling up in his eyes. Oh no! He couldn't let the Chief see him crying!

“All right, Meat Head, turn around here so I can see your face!” the Chief commanded.

Recruit Teasdale bit his lip and tried to ignore all the little shooting pains that were coming from his sore knees and bound arms while he slowly inched around until he was facing the angry Chief.

“Somebody here is a real comedian!” the Chief thundered. “Did you really think you could get away with a cheap trick like creaming my shorts?”

“But honest, Chief Marlin Sir, it wasn't me,” Recruit Teasdale tried to keep his voice from breaking.

“You're the one I saw coming out of my quarters. If you didn't do it, you know who did. Who was it?”

“I…I'd rather not say Sir,” Teasdale lowered his eyes.

“Stand up here!” the Chief commanded.

Teasdale bit his lip and tried to ignore the pain while he slowly got his feet under him and then managed to stand up in front of the glowering Chief.

“You got nothing to say? Well then you won't mind sucking on some sock.”

Recruit Teasdale couldn't believe it! All of a sudden the Chief was grabbing his face with his beefy fingers and XXXX him to open his mouth. Then the angry Chief held him tight while he XXXX a ball of white sock in between Teasdale’s lips. The sock felt enormous inside Teasdale’s small mouth and the young sailor began to XXXX and moan with alarm. This couldn't be happening to him!

“You want to stay quiet? Okay I can see to it that you stay quiet for a real long time.” Chief Marlin was smiling as he peeled a long wide strip of Navy blue duct tape off a roll and then started moving that sticky binder toward Teasdale’s face.

Recruit Teasdale shook his head slowly from side to side and made begging sounds into the soft sock that was filling up his mouth. But the Chief just grabbed him again with his big hands and then began wrapping that sticky tape all around over Teasdale’s sock-spread lips and his neck until the ball of sock was firmly lodged inside of his small mouth.

And then the Chief came at Teasdale again with more rope in his hands. By this time young Teasdale was too numb with shock to resist so he just closed his eyes and let his body be turned this way and that while he felt the tight rope closing around his arms and chest until he could feel its hard coils rubbing up against his nipples under his shirt.

And then the Chief took another piece of rope and lashed the rope around his chest to the rope that was around his wrists and crotch. It was diabolical! Did the Chief know what he was doing to him? Now every time Teasdale moved his bound wrists, the rope around his chest rubbed up against his hardening nipples, and at the same time it also caused the rope net around his crotch to tighten around Teasdale’s growing package until Teasdale was moaning and sighing into his soggy mouthful of sock again and again.

“All right Recruit, back down on your knees!”

Recruit Teasdale couldn't help whimpering a little from all of the strange little pains he was feeling while he slowly lowered his bound body back down onto the hard floor. Then the pain in his knees joined all of the other pains while Teasdale looked into the bare corner formed by the two walls and began to feel really sorry for himself.

“No, not like that,” the Chief teased. “Turn around here so I can see the tears on your cheeks.”

At that point young Teasdale almost did cry. Why was Chief Marlin being so cruel to him? But then he obeyed and slowly inched around on his knees until he was finally facing the Chief again.

“What, no tears yet? Well there’s still plenty of time before lunch. You just stay right there and try to remember who you saw messing with my gear. Oh, and Teasdale, you'd better have a name for me when I get back.”

And then the Chief just walked out and closed the door.

The first thing Teasdale noticed was how really quiet the room was. But then his sorrow quickly turned to anger. What right did that Chief have to tie him up like this? He couldn't go around tying people up, and stuffing socks into their mouths, and then just walk away and leave them to suffer like this!

Recruit Teasdale struggled and he strained and he cussed into his soggy sock and used words that his Grandmother had never taught him. But no matter how much he strained his arms against the tight ropes and pushed his tongue against the choking sock, he couldn't even budge one little knot. He was trapped!

Then the door opened and Chief Marlin walked back into the room.

“Been having fun Recruit?”

Teasdale sighed into his gag. This was hopeless!

“Have you got that name I asked for?”

Teasdale shook his heads from side to side. One of the first things they taught Teasdale in Boot Camp was loyalty up and loyalty down. The fool who had put the cream in the Chief’s shorts may have been some kind of an idiot, but Teasdale wasn't going to get him in trouble.

“That’s too bad. I guess you will have to miss lunch.”

Teasdale’s empty stomach growled at him, but Teasdale wouldn't give in.

“Well, maybe after you have had a nice XXXX you will change your tune.”

Chief Marlin grabbed Recruit Teasdale’s bound body and pushed him down onto the hard floor.

“Pleasant dreams Recruit,” the Chief laughed and then went out and closed the door.

Recruit Teasdale sighed and put his head down onto the cold floor. Then he closed his eyes and tried to go to XXXX.

XXXX finally came, and XXXX was followed by more of Chief Marlin’s clever little tortures, but loyal Recruit Teasdale never did tell him that it was Sammy who creamed his shorts.

THE END

Recuit Teasdale played by DJ

Photography by Sammy

Date of Production: 03/14/2006