25 photos
Game, Match & Set
by Fidelis
I crouched by the door, waiting for the guy to get home. I’d been staking his place out for a week, and he had a routine you could set your watch by. This was going to a piece of cake. It had taken me about 10 seconds to get in through the back door – this guy had no security system, no light sensors, nothing. The baby stockbroker jock wasn’t so smart. This was going to be the easiest thousand bucks that I had earned in a long time. The Boss had told me that he wanted the guy out of commission for 24 hours. The Boss really wanted to win the big tennis match tomorrow. I’d already taken one guy out of the match – a little motor oil on his front step and …wham, the poor guy went down and broke his arm. The Boss said that he wanted something a little more personal this time. This stockbroker had beaten the pants off the Boss last week, and the Boss didn’t like to lose. Ever. Especially not to some kid, barely out of college. "Vito, you can do anything you want with this kid, anything. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Just keep him occupied until Saturday night. " Once I’d had a look at the guy, I couldn’t wait until Friday night.
It was 9.44. The yuppie stockbroker should just be turning up his front walk, back from his run. I peered through the blinds. Yep, here he came, right on time. I pulled my XXXX out of my bag, and waited while he did his stretching exercises. I could see the sweat glistening on his chest while he loosened up. I leaned down and got some rope from my handy bag of tricks. I had plans for this jock, and those plans didn’t involve us playing chess for the next twenty-four hours.
I laughed when I saw the look of shock on the jock stockbroker’s face when he walked through his front door. "Who the fuck are you?" Then he took me by surprise, trying to rush me. I had to give the kid some credit – he was brave, but not too smart. I guess that he thought that all of the hours he had spent in the gym working on that hot body gave him an advantage. But this yuppie didn’t grow up in the Flats like me; dirty fighting was in my blood. A punch in the gut, and a knee to the chin, and the jock was lying on the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.
A minute later, and I had his hands tied nice and tight in front of him, arms lashed to his body, and a nice piece of rope around his neck to limit his mobility.
"Get out of my house, scum bag. I’m going to stomp your sorry ass from here to…MMMMPHHHH." The greasy bandanna that I had been keeping in reserve for use on this yuppie jock came in handy. I whipped it out of my back pocket and shoved it between his teeth. I felt my cock jump as he XXXXd on it.
"GMMFUCKINMMPUNK. MMULLMMREGRETMTHISMASSHOLE." He flipped me the finger. I liked the jock’s spirit; it was going to make the next day a lot of fun, but his yelling through the bandanna was getting on my nerves. I should have brought a dirty jockstrap with me, to shove down that big jock throat, but I did have something else with me that would keep him quiet. There, that was much better. That yellow tape looked good with his blue eyes, eyes that were spitting defiance. He was still gurgling away behind his gag, but the volume was considerably reduced.
The jock made a rush for the door, trying to escape, but he didn’t have a chance. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back into the room. I shoved my XXXX into his chest and made him back up, until he fell back onto the couch. He lashed out at me with one of his feet. I had no trouble jumping out of the way, but this guy was really starting to irritate me. I was going to teach this yuppie jock who was in charge here.
"That’s a lot better, isn’t it, stud? I’ve got myself a nice big jock package to play with. You and me are going to be really good buddies before the night is out. What do you think about that?"
Good, now he was looking scared. The dumb jock had probably thought that this was going to be a routine break in, but I could see that the good buddies reference was giving him food for thought, and that particular thought was giving him indigestion. He started rolling around on the couch, mmmphing and struggling, but he wasn’t going anywhere, not the way that I had him tied up. I thought that the XXXX around his neck was a particular stroke of genius. I had this yuppie jock stockbroker at my mercy, and I intended on enjoying every minute of it. Maybe I should be the one paying the Boss!
I grabbed the jock by his hair and pulled him upright. I ran a hand down his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze. "Gee, buddy, you must really work out to keep your body in shape like this. It feels good to me. Let’s see what else you have."
"MMMPHHHNNNOOOOO!!!! MMWHATMMDOING? GMMFFFMMSTOP!!!"
The jock really started getting agitated as I yanked down his shorts. He didn’t seem as cocky as he had been just a short time ago. He was yelping and trying to get away from me, but there wasn’t anywhere that he could go, not the way he was tied up. I put my arms under his legs, scooping them up and pushing him back onto the couch at the same time. Oh my my my; didn’t that look sweet!
"That’s a real nice looking butt that you’ve got there, jock. Real nice. Woohoo, we’re going to have some fun tonight, aren’t we?"
The poor guy was shaking his head back and forwards, whimpering as he rolled himself up into a tight little ball. It was pathetic the way that he thought he could protect himself. I reached in between his legs to cop a feel and…surprise, surprise!!!! The yuppie jock was as hard as a rock. This wasn’t a development that I had expected. He moaned with shame as I stroked his erection. "MMMNOOOO. MMPLLLEEEZZMMDONT." He looked at me, those big blue eyes pleading with me.
"Don’t you worry big boy. It looks like both of us are going to have fun tonight."
THE END
The Jock played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/09/2006
30 photos; 4:04 video
Model:: Ryan
Photgraphy by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/13/2007
25 photos; 4:48 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/02/2018
24 photos; 5:21 video
It had been a harrowing escape. The guards had never suspected that Bernard and his cell mate Mike had been digging their way to the old subway tunnel right underneath the prison. No one knew it was there. Bernard had only known it was there because he used to date an urban archaeologist.
Now that they were out, both decided to split up.
Now Bernard had to find some clothes to replace the obvious prison uniform he was wearing. He could also use a place to rest up and hide until the heat died down a bit.
A warehouse up ahead seemed promising. It looked abandoned. Maybe Bernard would be able to find some clothes or even money.
Bernard found what looked like a door that had been broken open and then set back in place. Probably some homeless guy or squatters. Still, from the look of things , no one like that was likely to turn hims him in. The distant sound of a police siren made up Bernard’s mind. He liked hsi chances in the ware house better then outside all exposed.
“MmmmmPhhh!”, Mike groaned as a hand went over his mouth. Powerful hands wrenched bernard’s arms behind his back.
“What do we have here?”, Bernard’s captor whispered ton Bernard’s ear.
...... “Comfy?”, Bernard’s XXXX asked. Not that Bernard could answer. The think gag in his mouth kept him pretty silent. If he hadn’t been gagged, Bernard would have mentioned that the ropes binding his hands behind his back were too tight, the same ropes around his chest too constricting.
Instead he just slumped down to his knees.
“”Aww, getting tired so soon? We’ve barely beXXXX!”, The man hoisted Bernard up his feet, which were then tied with even more rope.
Bernard was good and caught. He knew it. The police and a nice cozy cell were sounding real nice to Bernard now.
The End?
Bernard played by Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/06/2014
24 photos; 5:56 video
It was two in the morning and Chris couldn’t get any XXXX. His room mate was once again practising on his drums. Why Chad thought he needed practice to be able to senselessly beat his instrument, Chris had no idea. It seemed that if random loud noise was the goal, Chad had succeeded. But Chad had insisted he needed practice so he and his band would become famous.
Stuffing pillows over his head having failed, Chris was at his wit’s end. He had work tomorrow, unlike Chad who hadn’t worked for months except for a few gigs in bars.
Chris got up, not sure what to do. He liked Chad but this was really becoming a major pain in his ass.
Well since I’m up now maybe I can waste time on the computer, Chris thought. He turned on his lap top and went to the usual sites: Myspace, Google, you tube. And suddenly Chris had an idea.
“Hey Chad. Chad! HEY CHAD!” Chris yelled over his roommate's drumming. “I got an idea on how you can help your band!”
Intrigued, Chad listened to Chris’ plan. When Chris finished, Chad said,” But I don’t see how filming me tied up on the internet will help my career.”
Chris stifled a laugh as Chad described what he did as a career and continued, “ Exposure, dude! People do this on youtube all the time and it gets lots of hits. Then you do a video and you already have lots of subscribers.”
Chad still wasn’t sure how this would work. Why would anyone want to see him tied up and gagged on the internet. But it couldn’t
hurt. Besides, Chad could use a break. He figured this wouldn’t take more then a few minutes.
Chad was told to sit on his bed while Chris got the “materials”, rolls of duct tape. Chad soon had his hands tightly wrapped in the sticky tape. Then his chest was similarly bound.
Chad began having second thoughts. Chris seemed a bit too eager to tie him up. “Ok so you’re sure this will..mmpph.”
“Trust me! My plan is working already.”, Chris said as he gagged his room mate with more tape. Chad gave a puzzled expression. How could it be working already.
Chris helped Chad onto the bed and then began securing Chad’s legs at the knees and ankles. Soon Chad was bundled into a nice little package, unable to move nor talk through his gag. Best of all, he couldn’t play his drums tied up.
To make sure Chad stayed fooled, Chris got out his cam corder and put in a new tape. He centered it on Chad, turned on the camcorder and turned to leave.
“Ok, good luck!”, Chris said before he left Chad to his fate and went back to XXXX.
It took some time before Chad managed to free himself. Eventually the footage did make it to the internet. Chris was right. Chad did get a lot of subscribers.
The End
Chad played by Chad
Chris played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/04/2010
35 photos
Control
by Fidelis
"Gimme that!"
"NO! You got to watch WWF, now it’s MY turn. I wanna watch The Bachelor!"
"You selfish little creep. First you to try to hide the last brewski – yeah, I saw you put it behind the couch – and now you want the remote. No way."
Andy scowled. Damn, he was sure that Frank had been so busy stuffing his face with chips that he hadn’t noticed the beer trick. Still – he sure as hell didn’t want to watch monster trucks. Frank had such tacky taste in TV. He didn’t want to watch any quality shows; the kind of shows that Andy liked. Andy wasn’t going to spend the night watching more crap. Frank poked him in the chest, and made a lunge for the remote control. It fell out of Andy’s hand, and Frank dived for it. Ha, what an idiot.
"Lemme go! You’re choking me!"
"Not until you let go of that remote."
Crash. Thud. The two men rolled around on the floor yelling at each other, both scrambling for the remote control. Andy managed to pin Frank to the floor, straddling him and holding his hands down.
"Say Uncle! Tell me that I can watch whatever I want to."
"NO!"
Suddenly the door of their apartment burst open. Andy looked up and his jaw dropped. Gus Liebling from next door was standing in the doorway. He had a rifle in his hand, and it was pointed at Frank and Andy.
"Enough, enough! I can’t stand it anymore. All night, every night you two are hollering and fighting. And your TV and your radio blaring crap all day and all night. If I hear one more word from Rush Limbaugh or Jerry Springer I’m going to crack! Get over there…..move those chairs."
Gus was shaking, spittle was flying from his mouth – generally he looked unstable. Frank and Andy moved a couple of chairs to where Gus had indicated and sat down in them as ordered. In no time at all the two roommates were trussed up with the rope that Gus had brought with him, their mouths tightly gagged.
"Ah, such bliss. Finally peace and quiet. Now why don’t we sit down and enjoy an evening of television? Oh, and a beer! You two are more considerate than I thought. Chips too! Yummy! Just let me make myself comfy here on the couch, and we can watch Washington Week in Review."
Andy and Frank stared at each other, aghast, as their neighbor made himself comfortable, drinking their last beer and snuggling down under the comforter on the couch. Within minutes he was snoring away. They looked at each other. For once they were in agreement. There was no way that they were going to spend the night tied up like this, watching those people yammering away. The struggle began.
Thump. Andy fell out of his chair as he tried to get loose.
"MMMPHHHAHAHAHAMMLOSER!"
"GGGHELPGGHMMMEEEEE."
Jeez, Andy was a real loser. Falling out of the chair like that. Frank was so much smarter. He would hope over to the kitchen, get a knife and…CRASH. The goddamn idiot would pick just that moment to roll around on the floor, tripping Frank up.
"GGMMPHNANANA. MMMWHOTHLOSERMMNOW?"
Grrrrrrrr. Frank snarled through his gag. Andy was such an immature jerk. Look what he had just done.
"MMMUNTIEMMYYHANDSTH."
‘MMMNNNOOO.UMMUNTIEPHHMYMMHANDS."
Who did Frank think he was kidding? Andy knew exactly what that idiot would do once he was untied. He would leave Andy all tied up, and get his mitts on the remote control and watch his trashy shows on TV. How dumb did he think Andy was? No way – Frank would have to untie HIM!
The two men thrashed around on the floor, snarling at each other through their gags as they tried to free themselves. And still those people on TV talked on and on and on and on. Oh, thank God, that show was finally over. The torture was over. Maybe they would have something decent on next. PBS was such a high brow network – Frank thought they he might just be able to stand something like Judge Judy - that was the kind of show PBS probably broadcast. Legal stuff like that.
NOOOOOO! Frank and Andy stared at each other in XXXX. Babes in long dresses were on TV, giggling away about getting married. They couldn’t spend the night like this! They would go insane. They had to get loose!
Hours later, Andy and Frank still lay on the floor, their eyes glazed over as the Pride and Prejudice marathon came to an end. Feeble groans came from their gagged mouths. Gus still lay snoring on the on the couch, and thanks to Frank, the remote was now lying somewhere under the couch. Andy looked longingly at the rifle. He would like to use it on himself now. He had never spent such a horrible evening. He hadn’t even been able to fall aXXXX to end the torture. He waited impatiently for the station to go off the air. What was this? A special presentation of Bleak House? All 24 episodes back to back!!!! NNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THE END
Frank played by Angel
Andy played by Drew
Gus played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/04/2003
26 photos; 3:22 video
Model: Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:08/09/2006
30 photos; 6:05 video
The Bound Guy played by Adam
The Masked Man played by Evan
Date of Production: 05/02/2018
26 photos; 4:43 video
Leather Boi played by Tommy Gunn
Bad guy played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/17/2017
21 photos; 4:31 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/25/2017
27 photos; 4:25 video
Model Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/17/2008
20 photos
Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008
37 photos; 5:12 video
Model: Taylor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/15/2009
22 photos; 2:48 video
It had been a long day and Carlos was eager to sit back and relax. All day at work he had been thinking of the bottle of citron he had been saving. Carlos had decided tonight would the night he would finally finish it off. It would be a great way to start off his week end.
Too bad that Carlos’ room mate Jed had other ideas. Carlos found his good for nothing room mate guzzling His bottle of Citron! What the Hell?
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing! That’s mine!” Carlos yelled at Jed.
“Oh sorry. I saw it in the fridge and thought it was fair game.”
Carlos was furious. Jed was always taking his stuff. And now Jed gone too far. Carlos looked at the bottle, already almost empty, and decided he had had enough.
Carlos was smaller then Jed but wiry. He had been a rodeo champion in high school and the old tricks were never forgotten. Before Jed knew what was going on, Carlos had him laid out on the couch with his hands behind his back. Some rope appeared as if from no where and was soon looped around Jed’s hands, securing them firmly behind his back.
“Hey! Now wait a minute!”, Jed protested.
But Jed didn't’ want to hear it. Once he was sure that Jed’s hands were tied securely, Carlos looped the rope back to Jed’s feet and tied them up as well. Jed was now in a tight little hog tie on the couch.
“ Damn it! I know you’re angry but you’re acting crazy.. wait, what are you doing with that tape?”
“As if you didn’t know!” Carlos mocked as he took off a large strip of the super sticky tape and began wrapping it around Jed’s head.
“Mmmmpphh!”, Jed grunted through the tape gag for all the good it did him. Carlos smiled. He had been wanting to do this to Jed for months now. The guy had become insufferable and it was time he learned a lesson in respecting other people’s property.
Carlos looked down at his bound and gagged room mate, trying desperately to get free. Carlos know Jed wouldn’t. Carlos knew his knots. Jed would stay tied up until Carlos decided to let him go.
Carlos tested Jed a bit, tickling his sensitive feet just to see Jed squirm in his bondage. Jed’s muffled yelps through the gag was music to Carlos’ ears.
“Now that you’re taken care of, i can finally get some peace and quiet.” Carlos mocked.
“Mmmmmppphhh!?” Jed begged through his gag.
But Carlos was having none of it. He sat on the couch beside Jed and flipped the channel, drinking the last drops of his citron.
It might turn out to be a good week end after all, Carlos thought.
The End
Carlos Played by JMZ
Jed Played by Craig
Photography by Slade
Date of Production:04/17/2011
31 photos
My name is Rick. I have been working for these two straight assholes for 9 months now. All I hear at the office. (they are lawyers and roomates) is how many chicks they Bang. They use me as a go-fer calling me Fag and Queer-boy. It was time for my Revenge! I have had enough of this Shit.
I hired a mate I met in the local pub. I knew my bosses ate Pizza every Friday evening.I had two toy objects I told my pal, that we would pay the Pizza man off and then ring the bell with ski masks on.
When Mike The Blonde with no face hair answered the door, I pushed my self in , my pal in back of me. My voice changed I ordered" Sit on the fucking sofa, do not EVER speak, You both might just get out of this alive"
Shaking they sat, hands raised. I threw them several bandanna's orderering them to GAG THEMSELVES. They did as ordered. "This is a robbery boys." I yelled. I picked up their Boots and long black socks. stuffing them into a trash bag. Barefooted and scared shitless they sat.
I blindfolded Joe, and yanked on his face hair. I wanted Mike to see what was happening, for now. We tied their hand's with white ruff rope, " MMMMFFFFPPPPLLLUUUZZZ" Mike yelped through his gag. "Are you two fags, you look like fags" I asked both shook their heads ,NO. "Bullshit" I answered , I no a Fag when I see one. . I tied their ankles together, Mike was pleased with his eyes. Tears rolled down his check.. "hahaha" "I think these two fags need to be XXXX Stripped. buck Naked" I mused outloud. They turned to each other and grunted. "NNOOFFFFFFFFMMMPPPPPP".
Naked from the waist up I threw them down to the carpet. Ankles untied for the moment. I could see Joe start to get a Hard Dick under his Levi's. hmmmm. I tied them Back to Back, leaving their ankles still untied. Then tied their ankles . I enjoyed watching them struggle and moan. " Maybe We will piss on you to Fag Boys?" I yelled. "Let's "Strip these Queers" They fought to not have their Levi's pulled down and off. I held the XXXX to each of their temples. That quieted them down. It always does, You know!. Finally Levi's removed , there they were Naked . I order them to their feet and tied them to an partition in the room. Joe's dick was Hard. Mike was to scared to sport a Hard cock.
I wrapped a roped tightly around them . Then moved to secure their ankles. I told them we were photographing them and if they told the Coppers, all these picture would flood the Net and also to all their clients. We went and made ourselves several bourbon and Coke's, and watched for over an hour as these two straight motherfuckers, tied naked to a bloody pole in the living room, fought the ropes that cut and tore into their flesh. Pleading, begging, Joe never lost his hard Cock. I finally went over to him and pissed on his Cock and then jerked him off with my urine as a help instead of spit. He Cam and shot accross the rug and moaned. We finished out drinks, wipped the prints off the glasses . My Mate Pissed on the blonde, Mike, with the Ink on his arm, chest and back. "Hey, this doesn't wash off" We laughed . We took all the money, watches, rings, and the shoes and boots from the closet. We cut the legs off all of the expensive suits and arms off the dress shirts and cut all their "Power" silk ties in half. We pissed in their underwear drawer. and cut all their silk and nylon over the calf socks, down to ankle length. hahaha. . Not the worst Friday evening I have ever spent. TGIF.
The End
Mike played by Troy
Joe played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004
20 photos; 3:39 video
Room mate 1 played by Rex
Room Mate 2 played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/19/2018
24 photos; 4:24 video
The Wrestler played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/06/2018
27 photos; 3:21 video
I had been working the case for a month now. This guy was one of the most slippery criminals I had encountered in my short career as a bounty hunter. This guy was notorious for slipping out of tight jams. I guess my boss figured this case would keep me busy enough to stay out of his hair. I hadn’t accomplished much in this career. In the five cases I was assigned I only caught one guy, a sixty year old man who had jumped bail. The reward wasn’t even enough to cover my rent for the month. I had to make good on this case or my boss was going to kill me. I followed every lead I came across.
Houston was first, there he managed to jump out of a second story hotel window just as I was about to make the drop on him. In Dallas he managed to out run me on a busy city street. I was determined to catch him. As I traveled across Texas following lead after lead it seemed he was always a few steps ahead of me. With every stop I found he had left a trail of robbed convenient stores and empty cash registers in the hotels he checked in to. I spent most of the stops untying bound and gagged hotel managers and gas station attendants. The story was always the s ame, he would check into a hotel under an assumed name, XXXX off any little mom and pop store in the area, then rob the hotel of any cash that was on hand. It was just enough money to keep him afloat and on the run. Every bounty hunter and law enforcement outfit in Texas was out for him. I was the one who going to get him.
It looked as if my luck was about to change when I got a tip that he headed towards Abilene. I had grown up there and knew it like the back of my hand. I called ahead to my local contacts and had them keep their eyes and ears open. I was finally going to have my day. I arrived at my old stomping grounds and got the news from a local hood I had grown up with he was staying at the local hotel. I called ahead and warned the manager to watch his step. Little did I know, the crook had the manager duct taped to a chair in an empty room and it was him I was talking to. I arrived cautiously to the hotel and made my way to the mangers desk. “Anyone here “, I yelled. “ Back here" , a voice shouted to me from the back office. I walked into the room and was met with a hard blow to the head.
I woke a couple of hours later on the floor. It took me a moment to figure out what had happened. A salty taste encompassed my mouth; I realized I had the bandana I had been using as a sweat rag lodged between my teeth. “ MUUFFUUCKEEE”, I screamed. My hands had been tied behind my back tightly. My ankles were tied together with rope. “WHADGGFUCK”, I screamed through my gagged mouth. He had gotten the drop on me. “Well now Mr. Bradford it seems you are a persistent little fuck”, he said. “Now here we are, you trussed up like a turkey and me watching you squirm”, he yelled. “MMMPPPHHH LLMMPPHH GOMM”, was all I managed. “No, I don’t think so maybe a little alone time will teach you a lesson”, he grimaced. “I am out of your league guy”, he laughed. He left the office when some guests rang the front bell for service. This was my chance.
I pulled at the ropes that tied my wrists. I had seen his handy work before and knew he tied a good knot. Fortunately for me this was not the first time I had been bound and gagged. I struggled hard, trying to loosen the knots from my wrists. It was no use; I couldn’t get my hands free. I tried my ankles next; I fought in vain to try any slip my cowboy boots off but it was no use. The boots were a tight fit and the rope was tied tight. I managed to sit up from the floor. My body was getting tired from my fruitless struggle. I squirmed and grunted with little success. Then he came back.
“Well my friend it seems our time together is coming to an end”, he said. “PPLLEESASSS”, I grunted. “Don’t try to catch up with me, or you’ll find yourself in the same compromising position”, he yelled. “Just to make sure I get a bit of a head start I think I’d better use a little more rope”, he laughed. With that pushed me onto my stomach and began to wrap rope around the foot of my boots and tied my feet together. He ran the rope to my wrists n a strict hogtie. “MMMPPPHHH”, I yelped. Then he was gone.
I struggled and moaned in vain hoping someone would hear the cries from muffled mouth. I rolled desperately on the floor hoping I could break free. The ropes knotted tightly around me seemed to get tighter with every yank and pull. The gag in my mouth was wet with saliva. I was finally found two hours later, I was to exhausted from my struggle to give a damn anymore. I checked into the hotel and called my boss to tell him I quit. He didn’t argue with me.
The End
Date of Production: 12/28/2007
31 photos; 5:36 video
Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/11/2013
19 photos
Ted was all set to begin his new life. He had his stuff down in the U-Haul and the keys to his new apartment were in his hand. The apartment was small but it was perfect for his new start since leaving his boyfriend. Finally Ted would be free. Free from lying boyfriends and screaming bosses and stuck up neighbours. Just a quiet life to himself for a while.
Lost in thought, Ted didn't’ notice the man already in his apartment. Not until he was already being hit over the head. Ted slumped ot the ground, prone and helpless.
What came after was a blur to Ted. He could feel his hands being bound together. More rope was tied around his torso like a harness. Ted had a weird feeling of floating, as if he was being suspended.
Slowly Ted’s mind cleared from the viscous blow. He was on his couch. Red rope was tied around his body and hands.
“What the hell?”, Ted managed to blurt out before a foul tasting piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. Ted almost choked when he realised it was his jock strap. “Mmmmph!”, Ted moaned in protest as rope was tied around his head, making sure he could not spit out the gross gag stuffed in his mouth.
The man who had assaulted him was rough as he gagged Ted. While he was furious, Ted was also scared shitless. This guy had already shown he wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence. And right now Ted was in no position to defend himself.
“Mmmmffuuummmuuuu?!”, Ted tried to ask, though the gag made it unintelligible. Ted’s captor responded by pressing his booted foot on top of Ted’s chest, pushing down hard until it became hard for Ted to breathe.
“You’ve been a bad boy, Tony. Your wife’s none too happy with you!”
Tony? His WIFE!? Ted sure as hell had never had a wife. He had been so gay all of his life he had pretty much never been in the closet. What the hell?
The man continued, “So she hired me to make sure you get what you deserve.”
Wait, wasn’t the last guy who lived here named Tony? Ted had been sorting through the last tenet’s mail that had been left piling up. Oh shit, and this thug thought he was this Tony guy.
“Mmmmm! Mmmm..urk....”, Ted tried to protest but the thug’s boot came down on top of his mouth. Though he didn't’ put as much pressure he had on Ted’s chest, the thug’s message was clear. Even if Ted was gagged, his captor would tolerate no lip.
“Let’s make you more comfortable.”, the man said as he got out more rope. This time Ted’s leg was bent at the knee, his shin and thigh tied together. Again, the man was not gentle as he tugged on the rope and left no slack whatsoever. Then Ted’s other leg was tied the same way. This guy knew his stuff. Even if Ted had been alone, he couldn’t have hopped or used his feet in any way. But to make sure, more rope was tied from Ted’s legs to each side of the couch. Now Ted couldn’t even get off the couch.
Next came Ted’s hands. Obviously the guy realised that Ted might be able to get free with his hands tied in front of them as they were. So Ted soon found his hands tied to the railing behind his head. Now for all practical purposes spread eagled, Ted felt exposed and helpless. His face grew red with anger, fear and embarrassment. But somehow Ted sensed that his ordeal had only just begun. This was confirmed when his captor began checking the ropes. His hands not only fiddled with knots, cruelly tightening each, but also lingered over Ted’s body. His chest was felt up and his ass squeezed through his tight jeans.
“Now the real fun begins”, Ted captor said, leering at his bound and gagged prisoner.
Not The End
Ted played by Brant
RopeWork by Joe Wright
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/23/2008
35 photos; 5:34 video
t had been three years since Douglas had been back in town, ever since he had been sent to prison for that robbery. Now he was back and he had a score to settle.
There was only one way that the cops could have know he was involved and that was if his partner, Frankie, had told them. It made sense. With Douglas gone, Frankie got all the loot. Douglas was too much of a man to rat Frankie out in return, no matter how much he deserved it. But that didn't’ mean Douglas was going to let it slide.
Douglas didn’t have nearly as much trouble finding Frankie as he should have. Frankie was always sloppy and too sure of himself. He was slumming at some dive. When Frankie went to take a piss out in the alley, Douglas jumped him. It was a brief but hard fight, Douglas ripped up Frankie’s nice clothes. But the end was never in doubt. Soon Douglas had Frankie XXXX out. He wasted no time in binding Frankie’s hands behind his back. A blindfold was put over Frankie’s eyes. Then Douglas blew his nose into a filthy rag and stuffed it into Frankie’s big mouth. Gagging Frankie gave Douglas a deep sense of satisfaction.
Frankie was awake and kicking in the trunk of the car by the time Douglas had gotten him back to the house.
“Mmmm!”, Frankie yelped a she was pulled out using a leash Douglas had made using rope and that dog collar Frankie liked to wear.
Frankie struggled as he was led to the basement, not that it did any good. Frankie was firmly under control.
Using more rope that he bought just for this occasion, Douglas secured Frankie to the ceiling, running rope from the wooden dowel between Frankie’s arms to the pipes in the ceiling. More rope was taken out and tied to Frankie’s legs making improvised leg shackles. Douglas shad learned a lot about how to immobilise a guy while in prison. Now Frankie was going to get a taste of that.
“Mmmmmm!?” Frankie moaned through his gag a she struggled to get free. It was in vain however. Frankie was caught. Now it was time he paid Douglas back for betraying him.
Frankie was a lying cheating back stabbing rat. But he was also not bad looking. He like dot think of himself as a ladies man. So what better lesson then to be felt up by another guy?
But first Frankie had to lose his clothes. They were pretty ripped up anyway from the initial fight. Still Douglas enjoyed it as he ripped off Frankie’s clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of his captive’s body.
“ Mmmmppphhh!? Mmmmmmpphhh! “ Frankie did not like being forcibly stripped naked at all. HE certainly didn’t like it as his body was felt up and explored. Douglas ran his hands down Frankie's chest, squeezed Frankie’s ass and then reached around to Frankie’s cock.
Once he felt the stiff member, Douglas knew that at least some part of Frankie was enjoying this. Frankie had betrayed Douglas and now Frankie’s dick had betrayed Frankie.
As Frankie struggled and moaned, Douglas held him firmly. The friction was giving Douglas his own woody and it occurred ot him that it had been too long since he had had any.
But the time wasn't’ right yet. First he would break Frankie down, make him submit, beg to be released.
Douglas had plenty of time ot teach Frankie a lesson about selling out his friends. It was a lesson Douglas planned to enjoy.
The End
Frankie played by Darien
Douglas played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:08/03/2010
20 photos; 7:02 video
Model: Bari Jacobi
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/22/2018
23 photos; 5:16 video
Rod was hyped all through practice. He had never felt more confident. He knew he would take his team to the championships this year.
Unfortunately Rod wasn’t the only one thinking he was the teams most invaluable player.
Rod was so full of energy, he decided to walk back to his apartment. As he did so, a grey van pulled up beside Rod.
“Hey,’ The driver asked, “ Can you help me find Tucker Street?”
“Sure” Rod said as he walked closer to the van. “Go down two blocks..hey! Mmmm!?”
Rod was shocked as the van door suddenly opened and two more men jumped out. One grabbed the young jock’s arms, pinning them behind Rod’s back. The other put a foul smelling rag over Rod’s face.
Everything for Rod went black.
When Rod awoke, everything was still black.
Rod was sitting but his hands were uncomfortably bent behind his back. He tried to move them but failed. He had been tied up.
“Mmmmm?”, Rod yelled out, his words muffled by the tape over his mouth.
Desperately Rod struggled against the bondage to no avail. He tried to yell for help through the gag.
“Well, looks like the Golden boy is awake!”, Rod heard a voice say. The tape over his eyes was ripped off. The man, dressed in a suit, was unfamiliar to Rod. Obviously though the man knew Rod.
“Mmmmm!”, Rod grunted angrily. Rod rocked in his chair back and forth in a rage.
“Yes yes, I’m sure you’re very upset. However I want to stress how delicate your situation is. You are bound and gagged, no one knows where you are or even that you are missing yet and ..” the man’s hands took liberties with Rod’s muscular form to prove his point “.. I can do whatever I want to you.”
Rod, though still upset, kept quiet.
“Now, I know you are really excited about your upcoming game but I would like to talk to you about coming to an arrangement.”
Rod could only glare as the man explained how he wanted Rod to throw the game.
“I’ll let you sit while you think about it.”, the man said as he left Rod to stew in his own juices.
The End
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/06/2013
27 photos; 4:59 video
Mama Cassidy’s boys, Luke and Skeeter were causing trouble. That’s how Boss Pugg felt about the issue. The Cassidy’s farm was located on millions of dollars of natural gas deposits. But the Cassidy boys were pressuring their mother to not sell the land or even lease the gas rights. They had stupid ideas about keeping the land in the family and that they didn’t want their water to catch on fire.
The Cassidy boys had to be taken out of the picture. So Boss Pugg sent some his hench men to grab them. The boys fought pretty hard, knocking the teeth out of of two of Pugg’s men. But in the end, five on two wasn’t fair.
Skeeter and Luke were were brought to one of Pugg’s secret safe houses for safe keeping, both young men had their hands tightly bound. Luke had a thick cloth gagging his mouth. Skeeter meanwhile had his mouth sealed with packaging tape.
Boss Pugg was safely at the gentlemen’s club he ran when he got the call that the Boys were securely packaged. Now Pugg could work on Mama Cassidy while her sons were out of the way.
Meanwhile back at the safe house, Luke and Skeeter could only glare over their gags as they had their feet tied. They hadn't’ seen Boss Pugg but this thing had his dirty finger prints all over it. But tied up and gagged they couldn’t do anything. They had to wait for their kidnappers to make a mistake.
That chance came when the thugs left the room. “Mmmm!”, Luke moaned at his brother.
“Mm?” Skeeter moaned back, not immediately getting Luke’s intent until his brother waved his tied hands behind his back.
The two brothers moved back to back to try to untie each other’s hands. The knots were tight and hard ot get too when one’s hands were likewise tied. Worse, Skeeter lost his balance on the bench and pulled Luke down with him.
“Mmmm!” Luke groaned angrily. Great, not only were they no closer to untying each other, but the noise brought the thugs back into the room.
“Damn, they’re still moving around too much”, one of the thugs said.
“Let’s hog tie their asses. Boss said we got to go leave them here.”
Luke and Skeeter were hog tied, their hands secured to their feet so they were into a tight little ball on the dusty floor.
The kidnappers then left their prisoners alone. The young men continued their struggles to free themselves. Both knew they only had a short time to get free and stop Boss Pugg from cheating their mom out the family farm.
The End?
Luke played by Chad Skeeter played by Uriah Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/11/2011