20 photos; 10:14 video
“How is that now, comfortable…?”
“Mmmghuh….” Gregory really couldn't say very much with a thickly-wrapped bandanna parting his lips and depressing his tongue. And he really wasn't sure if he liked the way the snug ropes were hugging his hands behind his back. But the next payment on his mortgage was already overdue and Gregory didn't want to lose his new house.
“Good, now let’s try a few pictures,” the man in the red fedora aimed his camera at Gregory and the flash suddenly exploded into Gregory’s eyes.
Gregory hoped that he was doing the right thing, but he was really nervous about having his picture taken like this. He had almost told the man in the red fedora no when he saw the little posing strap the man wanted him to dress up in. Gregory had never worn anything like that in his whole life, and he wasn't sure if the little pouch-thing would fit him, but he had just bit his lip and packed his equipment into the clutching leather as best as he could.
And then he saw the ropes. “Oh no, please sir, you didn't say anything about tying me up!” Gregory’s voice had risen up to a small screech.
“I see,” the man sighed. “We had better start with the gag.”
“Gag, what gag—?” Gregory had panicked. But before he could react the man’s arms were already around his body and holding him close while his fingers were pushing the soft roll of bandanna between Gregory’s lips. The man wasn't rough, but he was firm while he lodged the cloth inside Gregory’s mouth and then tied the two ends behind Gregory’s neck.
“Don't be temperamental,” the man had breathed into Gregory’s ear. “The nice color of this bandanna matches your face perfectly. You wouldn't deny me the use of a little color would you?” the man smiled while he cinched the knot tight. “Now give me those strong arms of yours.”
Poor Gregory was really confused. The idea of being gagged and then tied up like this was very frightening. Gregory had never dared to do anything like this before. At the same time the closeness of the man’s strong body to his and the feeling of the man’s confident hands on his body was also very new and kind of exciting while he felt the rope holding his wrists tighter and tighter.
Gregory whimpered a little into his mouthful of cloth and then he began to blush. The sudden pain he felt didn't come from the rope around his wrists; it came from the sudden tightness of the posing strap that was holding him so close.
“All right now,” the man interrupted Gregory’s thoughts. “Kneel up on the bed there so that I can get some good XXXX. That’s good. I think my camera really likes your body. Now have a seat, that’s right.”
Gregory awkwardly moved his tied body around until he was finally sitting on the side of the bed. And then he gasped a little loudly through his nose and rubbed his tongue up against the bandanna in his mouth. The man in the red fedora was coming at him with more ropes.
“I think we need a little more white right here. Now just hold still.”
Then Gregory closed his eyes and just felt the man’s confident hands on his body again while they began weaving more rope all around his chest and his arms and then back and forth around his neck. At first the rope felt kind of soft and comfortable, but then those hands began to pull it tighter and tighter until Gregory was all too aware of how big his nubs were getting.
“Are you sure that you've never modeled before?” the man asked as he tied the final knot. “You have such a smooth strong chest. Yes, it is really quite nice.”
The camera began clicking and flashing again while Gregory felt his cheeks starting to blush and another little stab of pain down inside the little posing strap. He wasn't used to having people say nice things about him like that.
“All right, now just lie back on the bed for me. Yes, that’s good.”
Gregory looked up from the bed to see the man towering over him and the man was holding another length of rope in his hand. What was he going to tie up now?
“My, what nice feet you have,” the man purred over Gregory.
Gregory closed his eyes and sighed into his mouthful of cloth while he felt the man’s strong hands stroking each of his feet and then holding them together while he wrapped more of his possessive rope all around Gregory’s ankles. Then Gregory heard the camera clicking again.
“Yes, very nice,” the man purred. “Now roll over onto your tummy and let’s see the back side of you.”
Gregory struggled to roll over onto his belly and only winced a little when he felt the firm mattress pressing up against his hardening bone. His bone was getting too big for its little prison and Gregory began willing it not to grow any more while the distant clicks of the camera kept time with his growing embarrassment.
“You have a beautiful pair of baby moons,” the nice man told him then. “It’s too bad that we will have to cover them up.”
Gregory squinted back to where the man was standing near his feet and saw that he was holding even more rope. Gregory moaned into the growing sogginess of his bandanna gag. He really didn't want to be tied up any more. But tied up as he was already there wasn't anything he could do to stop the man from doing what he wanted with him.
The next thing Gregory knew, his feet were being bent up behind his back, and his tied wrists were reaching down toward his tied feet, and there was a strong cable of rope pulling the two of them tightly together. Pain was shooting though Gregory’s shoulders and his knees and the small of his back and he began to complain into his bandanna gag.
“Quite right, young man,” the man in the red fedora smiled at Gregory. “We need more color here.”
Gregory looked up to see the man tearing off a big wide strip of yellow tape.
Gregory shook his head and tried to tell the man that that wasn't what he wanted, but the man just held onto Gregory’s face and then began smoothing that sticky tape all over Gregory’s mouth.
“Now we must have struggle, lots and lots of struggle!” the man told Gregory.
Gregory moaned into his gag and tried to tell the man that he could hardly move.
“Quickly now!” the man suddenly sXXXXped. “Quickly or I will get my switch!”
Having no choice, Gregory ignored all of his aches and pains and began rolling and twisting and straining around on the bed while the man circled him his camera and bombarded Gregory’s eyes with his flash for what seemed like forever.
“That is good,” the man finally decided.
“That is good,” the man finally decided.
Gregory moaned into his gag and began to beg the man to please let him go now.
“I quite agree,” the man said and Gregory sighed with relief.
“That gag is beginning to look a little chewed and that posing strap is getting much too small. But don't worry, I come prepared for such emergencies,” the man smiled down at his captive.
Then Gregory looked up and saw that the man was holding a rubber thing on straps that looked much too big for Gregory's mouth and another little harness thing that had a bunch of silver rings on it, and each silver ring was smaller than the one next to it.
“You are going to look perfect in these!” the man assured him.
THE END
Gregory played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/04/2005
23 photos; 4:55 video
You never know what you can pick up on Grindr
The Pick Up played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/25/2017
30 photos
Model: Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/03/2006
24 photos; 4:22 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:07/27/2012
22 photos; 6:04 video
Chris played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/17/2005
23 photos
Here I am bound and gagged. I knew my appetite for sex would get me in trouble
one day. How could I be so stupid?
My name is Mike, a trucker by trade,and like all truckers get a little lonely on the road. I’ve lost three lovers because of my insatiable need for sex. So I guess in a way I deserve this. Hitchhikers and hustlers are my cup of tea,no strings attached, no drama.Most of these guys are pretty simple, needing a few extra bucks or a ride.
In one of my usual diner stops in Texas, I noticed a young latino kid sitting alone in a booth, he couldnt be older than 20. A black backpack sat beside him. A backpack was usually the calling card. He was one of those guys that makes you hard just looking at him.
I walked over to his booth and asked if I could sit. He eagerly obliged.We struck up a conversation,just your basic fluff.He touched my hand and smiled,thats all I needed. I was thinking with a totaly different head at that moment.
We left the diner together, and found a cheap motel nearby. As we made our way to the room I could not help but notice how his cargo shorts and white tank top fit him like a glove. I was getting harder by the minute. As we entered the room we wasted no time getting to the bed. We began the usual foreplay when all of a sudden he bacame very dominant. Now usually this I role I play myself,but for this guy I was willing to do anything,even if I was paying.
He ordered me to strip, which I eagerly obliged. He told me to leave on the bandanna, it turned him on. He told me to turn around so he could admire my ass, I was hard,flattered,and foaming with pre-cum. I felt him come close to me. My excitment reached a boiling point I realized an object was aimed at my head, and not the one on my shoulders. What was happening?
He ordered me to the couch, and began to pull white rope from his backpack with his free hand."What are you gonna do with that", I asked nervously." Tie you the fuck up, genius", he yelled. He roughly pulled my wrists together and began to tightly bind them. I grunted in agony. He began to wrap the rope around my torso, digging into my skin. My legs and ankles were next . The rope wrapped around me like a snake. My ankles burned and my feet went numb. I struggled but it was no use. The little fucker shuffled his way through my wallet, emptying it.
"I bet you didnt realize I cost this much huh", he said.
"Fuck off",I griped.That was not a good idea.He began to remove his shirt which returned my hard on.He wrapped each end of the shirt in his hands and procedded to wrap it around my mouth.
"You dont have to mmmppphhh!", was all I could get out before he violentlygagged me. With this he picked up his backpack and bid me farwell. After a little struggle I made it to the floor, but not much further. So here I am bound and gagged, no money and still horny as hell.
The End
Mike the Trucker played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004
17 photos; 4:58 video
Model: Dean
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2011
16 photos
Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly patrolled his beat. This new idea of the chief’s was great, getting the officers out of their cars and back onto the streets. The chief wanted to present a softer, gentler face to the community, and he wanted his officers to get to know the people in their area. Francis was all for the new plan, especially since he was given this nice neighbourhood to patrol. The old people had become nervous with all the young gangbangers who had started hanging around on the street corners, but the constant police presence had seemed to scare them off. The residents showed their appreciation by showering Officer O’Reilly with all sorts of goodies. He patted his stomach as he walked along the street. This holiday season had taken its toll. After today, he would really have to start hitting the gym, and cutting back on all the scrumptious treats that were pressed upon him. But tomorrow was soon enough to start on his new regime A new regime for a new year. He licked his lips in anticipation as he glanced at his watch. Sweet little old Mrs. Valenti had promised him canolli fresh from the oven if he showed up at 11 o’clock sharp. Mmm, canolli, his favourite. He couldn’t wait. Mrs. Valenti was new to the neighbourhood, and seemed lonely. She certainly wanted to chat with Francis every time he walked by her house, asking him all sorts of questions about his job, how often he had to check in, etc. It was refreshing to meet someone her age who could take such an interest in police work. She seemed very keen witted, and was certainly a spry old lady. Francis had seen her run to catch a cab, and she had moved with the speed that a woman half her age would envy. Francis wasn’t sure that he could move that fast himself. Ah, just a couple of minutes until 11. Francis picked up his pace. If he hurried, he could scarf down a couple of canolli, and have a little chat with Mrs. Valenti.
"Hello? Hello, Mrs. Valenti, are you there?" Francis was concerned. The front door of Mrs. Valenti’s house was ajar. He hoped that the old dear hadn’t had a stroke, or fallen down the stairs and broken her hip. He would have to investigate. He pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold. "Hello? Mrs. Va…..OOOOUUUUFFFFFFFF!"
Francis bent over, gasping with pain as fist slammed into his stomach. He staggered, as the breath was XXXX of him. A strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him into the house. The front door slammed behind him as he was XXXX to his knees. What the hell was going on here?
"You know what to do boys. Make sure that the cop doesn’t get in our way."
"What…what are you doing? Hey, stop that!" Francis croaked. He could barely speak, let alone move, and was helpless to stop the brawny young men who dragged him further into the house. One of them pulled his handcuffs from his duty belt. Francis feebly tried to resist as his arms were yanked behind, and the cuffs locked into place.
"Who are you guys? What have you done with Mrs. Valenti?" Francis had horrible visions of the sweet old lady bludgeoned to XXXX by these thugs, or lying XXXX in her bed.
"Ha ha, you dumb cluck. Who do you think that I am? Doesn’t the bright boy recognize me?" Francis looked up at the man standing in front of him. He did seem vaguely familiar. No, it couldn’t be! This guy must be Mrs. Valenti’s son, or grandson.
"Why…why, what is this? What is going on here?"
"Shut the cop up, boys. God knows I’ve had to listen to go on and on over the past few weeks. Though we have to be thankful that he is such a motor mouth; I’ve picked up some good information from him."
"Wait, no, you can’t do this to….MMMMHHHHH!"
Francis’s protests were reduced to gurgled moans as a knotted bandanna was shoved between his teeth and tied behind his head.
"GGGMMNOO. MMMUMMDOING? GGGMCANTMMMDOMMTHIS. GGMMPOLICEMMOFFICER!"
"Jeez, he does have a mouth on him, doesn’t he? Here, this should shut him up properly. Some blue tape for our boy in blue."
"GGGGGLUGHMM. MMGGAHMMNOOOO" Francis moaned as tape was wrapped around his bandanna-gagged mouth. His mind was reeling. Could this slender young man really be Mrs. Valenti? It might explain the husky voice that the old lady had, and the hairs that Francis had observed sprouting on her chin. Shit, this must be some kind of elaborate plot. He had to get out of here! Frank staggered to his feet, and tried to make a run for it. He hadn’t taken more than two steps before he was tripped, and went crashing to the floor.
"Nice try, big boy, but you don’t win any prizes for trying. Rope him up, boys, good and tight. We don’t want the pig interfering with our plans, do we?"
Francis could only moan in impotent fury, and pain, as he was trussed up like a pig going to market. His ankles and feet were tied up, and then they were jerked and attached to the chain of his handcuffs. He lay on the floor, glaring at the pseudo Mrs. Valenti.
"Gee, Officer O’Reilly, I really hate to leave you like this, but we’ve got things to do. The boys and I have a shipment to clear out of this place. You’ve been a real pain in the butt, you know, making life really difficult by being around here constantly. Now, you have a nice rest, while we do our work."
Francis lay on the floor, cuffed, roped and gagged, fuming to himself while the criminals carried out box after box. How could he have been so stupid? He couldn’t believe that this guy had fooled him. He tugged on the ropes, vainly trying to reach the knots that tied his hands to his feet. If he could get even partially loose, he had a chance at escape. Who knew what these thugs would do once they had moved their booty out of here? They might just decide to put a bullet through the head of Officer Francis Xavier O’Reilly. He struggled whenever he was alone in the room, lying quiet when the men were passing back and forth.
It seemed as if hours had passed, though Francis had no idea how long he had been lying on the floor, cuffed and gagged. He was exhausted, every muscle in his body aching from the bondage, and his efforts to get free from it. What was going to happen to him?
"Aww, don’t you look cute, all tied up like that? I really should take a few pictures, just to remind me how stupid you pigs can be. What do you think about that, Officer O’Reilly?"
Francis grunted defiantly at his tormentor. Shit, that was just what he needed, some punk criminal taking pictures of him as he lay helpless, restrained with his own cuffs, hogtied and gagged. He whimpered with frustration as the pseudo Mrs. V. took out a digital camera and started taking pictures of him. This was so humiliating.
"There, that should do the trick. Sorry for the inconvenience, Officer O’Reilly. The boys and I must be on our way. It’s been nice knowing you. Don’t worry, someone should find you here, eventually."
Francis renewed his struggles. Damn, why couldn’t he get these ropes untied? He knew that the cuffs wouldn’t come off until he could reach his spare key, which was completely out of reach at the moment. He lay on the floor, panting through his gag, as he realized that he wouldn’t get free until someone found him. He just prayed that one of the neighbours had noticed him going into the house. Otherwise he was in for a long wait. His stomach rumbled. Grrr, it was time for lunch, and he was obviously not going to get any yummy fresh canolli. It looked like he was going to be XXXX to start his New Year resolution a day early!
THE END
Officer Francis O’ Reilly played by John
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production:12/30/2003
25 photos
Tony had just gotten home from a long day of class and work and boy was he needing a beer. After three exams and then having to put up with all the assholes at the campus bookstore where he worked, Tony had to relax.
"Ahhh damn! it!" Tony cursed under his breath as he looked in the fringe and realized he had XXXX the last of his Budweiser last night. But there was one bottle left of his roommate Justin's Corona! Justin was really weird about his beer, all he drank was Corona. he had even built a chair out of empty boxes. And he never let anyone drink his beer. But Justin was at a party and by the time he came home and would notice the beer gone, it would be too late. Snatching the bottle, Tony flipped the cap off and gulped down almost half it at once. Damn he needed a beer and what Justin didn't know wouldn't hurt him or Tony.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer!?" Justin yelled at his roommate. He had come home earlier then Tony had expected.
Oh shit, was all Tony could think of as a reply.
"Look, I know you're mad but really, it's just one beer. I'll buy you anth..Mmmmmppphh" Justin's hand clamped down on Tony's mouth, cutting him off.
Justin was not taking the loss of his last beer very well, Tony thought. Cowed by the psycho look on his room mate's face and the fact that Justin was bigger then him, Tony didn't struggle as much as he was pinned against the kitchen counter and roughly bound by clothesline that Justin always seemed to have on hand for some reason. Why Justin would have clothesline when he never hung up any wash was the least of Tony's worries, however. He was no bound and helpless. And to make matter worse, apparently Justin not only had plenty of rope to keep him tied, he had some kind of leather plug gag as well. As Justin XXXX him to his knees, Tony's pleas for reason were reduced whiny moans and a truly pathetic look in his eyes.
"God, I can't believe you could be so fucking rude. All I wanted when I came home was a beer and you had to grab my last one! You are always mooching my stuff!" Justin ranted as he dug around in the other cabinets for more rope. Justin went to look in the other room and Tony made an attempt to break free but his arms and hands had been cruelly bound behind him. meanwhile the plug gag made it useless to try to yell for help.
When Justin came back to the kitchen where Tony was bound, he had more rope in his hand. Seeing how his roommate had tried freeing himself, he contemptously pushed Tony over so he lost his balance. As Tony lay sprawled on the floor. Justin tore off Tony's socks and bound his feet.
"Ok, since you seem to like annoying me so much, how about I return the favor?!" and with that Justin grabbed Tony's feet and soon began brushing his fingers across Tony's sensitive soles.
Tony was incredibly ticklish, which Justin knew full well. Tony's frantic head shaking and moaning had no effect as Justin laid into his roommate, going up and down his bare and immobilized feet. Bound and helpless, Tony's frantic jerks to get away did him little good. Loud grunting and laughs escaped through the gag. Unable to bear it but equally unable to do anything about it, Tony bit down hard on the leather plug that filled his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Justin finally stopped with the tickle torture. By that time,, Tony was reduced to panting as much as the gag allowed on the floor.
God, that was awful, thought Tony. But maybe Justin was finally ready to let him ago. Tony certainly felt like he had been punished enough.
Unfortunately, instead of releasing his captive, Justin went to work making sure Tony was even more immobilized then he had been before. Rope was wound around Tony's still aching soles and then tied to the rope around his arms, effectively hog tying him. If he had been helpless before, he was even more so now. The only movement he could manage was a weak rolling from side to side as he looked up at Justin with the most pathetic look he could muster.
Justin seemed unsympathetic by Tony's suffering. In fact, he just sat on the counter and took small sips from his beer as he watched his room mate roll back and forth in his bondage.
"Mmmmm? Mmmmmpppphhh mmmmaaa mmm?! Mmmmmmm!" Tony's muffled cries grew more insistent. But they were also ignored by Justin, who just sat and stared at Tony with a weird smirk on his face that was beginning to worry Tony to no end. That and the realization that popped into Tony's mind, what was Justin doing with all this rope and a leather gag conveniently on hand?
After maybe an hour or so, Tony couldn't tell how long he had been tied up, Justin finally got off the counter and set the half full Corona bottle on the floor where Tony could see it.
"Ok, just in case it hasn't sunk in yet. This is my beer. You can't touch my beer!" Justin said mockingly as he stood over his prostrate captive. Justin then picked up his beer and gulped the remainder down in on swallow. he then set the empty bottle back on the ground in front of Tony. "Once again, my beer. Not your beer. My beer."
Gagged, Tony didn't even try to apologize. Would Justin even understand his mumbling? Besides, surely the dismal expression of his face made it clear that Tony had been punished enough?!
Apparently Justin didn't think so as he walked away to his bed room. "I'll let you think that over. My beer, not your beer!" was Justin's final statement before Tony heard the bed room door close.
So it turned out to be not a good night for Tony, who had not only had a shitty day but was now lying bound and gagged on a kitchen floor that hadn't been mopped in weeks. Who knew if his freaky bondage loving room mate would even want to untie him in the morning. And to top it all off, the slight buzz from what little beer Tony had gotten to drink was wearing off.
The End
Tony played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/02/2002
20 photos; 3:30 video
Model: Dean
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2011
24 photos; 3:12 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/24/2017
25 photos
I love it when my lil buddy Kirk comes to visit.
His family won't let him do shit at his house. He's only 18 so he's not allowed to drink or smoke at his folks place, he can't play his music loud or
have any fun basically, so he loves coming over to my place where he can have all the fun he wants!
I'm three years older and have my own place. We get XXXX and just chill together normally, but occasionally Kirk and I play a special game.
He's still in school and is often broke with no money so I set him challenges with petty cash rewards.
These challenges usually consist of me tying Kirk up as best as I can and him trying to get himself free. Unknown to him is the fact that I am a big time bondage enthusiast and have had lots of practice roping buddies.
The first time we played the game I went easy on the dude so he could get free, earn himself $20 and would want to play the game again.
It was becoming quite a popular pastime between the two of us, when ever Kirk needed some money he'd come for a bondage session with me, oops, I mean come and take my challenge!
Todays session was proving to be our longest yet because I had roped my buddy in inescapable knots this time.
He'd been a bad boy you see. The last time he came over he'd stolen more money from me after getting his cash reward.
Kirk didn't think I'd noticed or realized because I hadn't mentioned it, but he was gonna find out soon .......after a LONG time tied tight and sweating!
I always gagged Kirk, the gag is my favorite part and I always take care of Kirks' mouth first, before tying him.
Previously it had always been with a bandanna which muffles his voice, but still allows like broken speech. This time I'd gagged him properly, tightly sealing duct tape over his mouth and wrapping it round his head a couple of times, now the only sound he could make was "Mmmmmmmmm!"
His hands were bound securely with rope behind his back and I used a long length to secure his elbows together too.
He sat upright and put his knees together for me to bind them, then his ankles, as he always did, only this time I was doing a better job.
Once I was done I sat down and took in the sight then announced, "ok, get free!"
He rolled around on my sofa for AWHILE! I sat opposite, watching him from my arm chair, my woody felt good in my pants. He struggled beautifully, making Mmmmm sounds into the gag, but he couldn't wrangle out of the rope and couldn't find the knots.
It looked as if he wanted to give up, but he couldn't tell me because of the gag, so I pretended not to notice and continued teasing him with comments like, "you ain't goin' anywhere, man" and "you'll never get out of these knots, dude". I wasn't ready to let him lose the challenge yet and untie him.
I sparked open a beer and lit a cigarette, this got Kirk more agitated and he rose to his feet, apparently trying to get a beer!! It was all he could do not to fall to the floor!!!
Before he could topple he lowered himself to his knees right in front of me, looking up at me, pleading with me with his eyes for me to ungag him and share my supplies.
"You realize you ain't getting paid for this challenge, don't you Kirk?" After an hour of bondage I finally let him know.
"You took the reward for this game when you here last week."
"MMMMMMMMM?" He was pretending to be innocent.
"I know it was you. Don't worry, I'll just have to be more wary of you from now on and you'll have to do some challenges for free until we're quits!"
"MMMMMMMMMMM!"
Kirk didn't get free that time, he rolled around on the floor and the sofa and lay defeated at times, breathing heavily through his nose. Finally after nearly three hours I asked if he wanted to give up and get untied.
"MMMMMMM" he nodded.
I untied his feet & legs, but left his upper body tied and mouth tape gagged.
"You been a bad boy. Hope I can trust you from now on", I said and sat back down in my chair. I put the TV on and sparked open another beer.
Kirk sat up, crossed his legs and started watching TV too, he was taking his punishment like a grown up.
I was proud of him. My dick was very fond of him too!
Woah man, I thought. Now I can tie him up for free!
FIN
Kirk played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/05/2002
32 photos; 1:59 video
Cont'd from part 1
"MMMMNOOOOOO! GRRRMMMMPHHHYESH!!"
Chad gurgled into his gag as Joe continued to work him over. The man was a fiend. His hands and his mouth seemed to be everywhere, teasing Chad, driving him crazy. Half a dozen times Chad had been on the brink, ready to shoot, and then Joe had stopped. This torture seemed to have been going on for hours. Chad was soaked with sweat, and desperate. Oh my, that felt good. Umm, yes.
"MMMDONMMTSHTOP, MMMPLLEEEZMDONMSHTOP."
Chad let out a muffled scream. Oh thank God, finally! He bucked and moaned, and then lay on the bed, spent and exhausted. Mmmm, that felt great.
"How was that, jock boy? You seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. More than I expected you to. We’ll have to see how much you like the next few sessions.
"GGMWHAT? MMNEXT? GOOMEAN?"
"Hey, you don’t think that what we just did paid off all of your debt. No way. You owe me for a few papers, Chad. The way I see it, I should be getting a lot more time out of you. But we’ll come to that. I’ve worked up quite a thirst with all of that work. I’m off to the pub for a couple of beers. It’s too bad that you can’t come with me, but you’re all tied up. You be a good boy while I’m away. If you’re not…..you’ll regret it."
"MMMNNOOOO! GGGMDONTMMLEAVEMMMEEEEE!!!"
Chad heard the door shut. Joe couldn’t be serious, could he? He couldn’t expect more from Chad tonight. Chad was exhausted, and felt completely drained. He knew he couldn’t stand another intense session like the one he had just been through. Besides, he was hungry and thirsty. How could Joe be so cruel, leaving him here, all tied up and gagged, while he went and had a nice cold beer? Mmmm, a beer. If there was one good thing about Canada, it was the beer. This wasn’t fair. Chad knew that he had to get loose. He didn’t think that he could stand Joe working him over again, and now he really wanted a beer. His mouth was getting dry, as he chewed on the bandanna that was stuffed into it. Grrr, he was going to get out of here, and have a nice juicy burger and a couple of cold beers.
Chad starting trying to get free. Damn, Joe had really tied these ropes tightly. Chad tossed and turned, wriggling and struggling on the bed. He could hear people passing in the hall outside of Joe’s dorm, and he tried calling out for help, but no one could hear him. They all seemed to be laughing and talking, on their way to dinner. Chad wondered why they couldn’t hear his stomach rumbling, even if they couldn’t hear his gagged cries for help. He was starving!
Chad heard the door open. "MMMJOELEMMGGGOOO". There was silence. What was going on here? "GMMJOE?"
"MMMGGOOOHHNNOO!!!GGGGMMMSHTOP!
Chad went into spasms as his feet were tickled. He could hear Joe laughing his guts out. The evil bastard!
"Were you scared, jock stud? Did you think someone else had come in here, and was going to have their way with you? Don’t worry, I’m going to keep you all to myself. I’m selfish, and I sure don’t want to share my American jock boy with anyone else. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight."
Chad felt the bed sink to one side as Joe sat down next to him. Chad blinked as his blindfold was pulled up. Hey, what was Joe doing? Chomping away on some yummy looking snacks while Chad was lying there helpless, practically expiring from starvation. Chad tried out his starving puppy dog look. Joe just laughed, while he continued to stuff the tasty crackers into his mouth.
"No, no, I told you I’m selfish, Chad. I need this food to keep up my strength. If I gave you a snack, there might not be enough left over for me, and then where would we be?"
"GWWAGGHHH!!!MMMOHHHNOOO!" Oh no, he was starting all over again. Joe had replaced the blindfold and renewed his assault upon Chad’s hunky body. Chad felt his treasonous love stick come to life once again as Joe did various unusual things to him. Oh, he was sore from the first round. How could he survive a second time?"
"Hmm, you’re looking a bit chafed and red down there, body. I’ve got use the thing for you."
"MMMMOHMMMOHMY." Whatever Joe was using down there felt great. Chad starting pumping his hips. His cock was hard and dripping once more. Joe had spread something on it that felt fantastic – tingling and cool and soothing. Mmmm,yes, perhaps he was ready for a second round.
"Not so fast, stud. I’m getting all hot and sweaty here. I think it’s time for me to have a nice hot shower. Just let me get you fixed up so you don’t get any ideas about wandering off. "
"MMOUCH!" Chad yelped into his gag as Joe pulled his feet up towards his ass. OH NO! The dreaded hog-tie! He whimpered in despair. He didn’t want to be left alone again, especially since Joe had got him all hot and horny once more. And his stomach was rumbling again. There was no way that he could get free now, and get his hands on that box of crackers. It was all so frustrating.
"Don’t you fret, Chad. I’ll be back soon enough, and then we can have all sorts of fun. You’re going to be my snuggle bunny tonight, keeping me nice and warm. Won’t that be fun? And when I wake up in the middle of the night…well, I suppose I’ll have to wake you up, too. And don’t worry, you’ll get a nice midnight snack, though it may not be exactly what you were expecting. Sit tight, I’ll be back in a flash."
THE END
Chad played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2006
16 photos; 6:13 video
Remy finds a new friend
Meet Beau
Model: Beau
Bad Guy : Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/22/2017
30 photos
"MMMOHHHHl"
Mike tried to focus his eyes, blearily staring around him. What the hell had happened to him? He had had a great game, driving in five runs including a grand slam against that snivelling idiot Hudson. He had been putting his gear in the trunk of his car, getting ready to join the guys for a few celebratory brews at Hannigan’s, when BAM, something had hit him in the back of the head. He had been conscious of falling forward, and then everything had turned black. Now as he drifted back to consciousness, with his pounding as if it were going to explode, he tried to take in his surroundings. This sure as hell wasn’t Hannigan’s. He had never seen this place before. Mike tried to rub the back of his head, where the waves of pain seemed to be originating, but to his dismay he realized that he couldn’t move his hands. Oh crap, he thought, his mind still a trifle disoriented from the blow to his head, I’m XXXX – can’t move. What happened, what happened? Mike moaned again, and gingerly shook his head. It hurt like the dickens, but the movement helped to dispel the cobwebs in his mind. He wasn’t XXXX – he was tied up and gagged! Were the guys playing some stupid trick on him? If so, they were going to regret it.
"Well well, it seems like XXXX Beauty has finally woken up. It’s about time. How do you feel, big boy? Humiliated? You haven’t seen anything yet, you arrogant bastard."
Oh double crap. Mike stared at the figure in front of him. Barry Hudson! The weird pitcher from the Double Eagles. Mike had heard stories about this guy, how he threw tantrums at the slightest provocation. The guy had been thrown out of more than a few games because of the threats that he had made against the umps, members from the opposing team, members of his own team, spectators…the list went on and on. Now he was standing in front of Mike, his piggy little eyes flashing, spittle hanging from his lips as he harangued the hapless first baseman.
"You think you’re such a fucking hot shot, don’t you? Hitting all of those pitches – making me look like a fool. Getting me tossed in the 3rd inning. I’ve got new for you buddy. I’m going to fix you and fix you good."
Mike felt a frisson of fear spread through his muscular and helpless body as he listened to Hudson rant and rave. The pitcher was obviously a certifiable loony, and the fact that he was sucking down beer at an alarming rate didn’t make the situation any better. Being in the clutches of a XXXX lunatic wasn’t Mike’s idea of having a good time. When Hudson staggered off to get yet another beer, Mike decided that it might be a good idea to get out of this place, and the sooner he did so, the better. He grunted and heaved as he dragged his bound body into an upright position. Damn, these ropes were tight, and the gag was even worse. Hudson had stuffed some kind of disgustingly foul tasting rag into Mike’s mouth, and then covered it with another strip of cloth. It would be a great relief to get rid of the gag and the ropes, but first he had to get out of here. He took a tentative hop, and was relieved to find that he was still standing up. This wouldn’t be too hard he thought, as he began taking little bunny hops towards the door. He would be out of here in no…OMMMMPHHH!
Mike lay on the floor, gasping for breath, the wind XXXX from his body by Hudson’s tackle. The piggy-eyed pitcher had him pinned to the floor, breathing beer fumes. Mike wriggled under him, uncomfortably aware of Hudson’s heavy body covering his. Hmm, what was that he felt against this ass? Was Hudson carrying a flashlight in his pocket?
"No way, buddy. You’re not going anywhere, not until I’m finished with you. But I gotta make sure you don’t go wondering any more. I can’t have you see what’s going on, can I?"
Mike found these words to be a trifle ominous, rendered more ominous when Hudson wrapped a strip of white cloth around his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. What things didn’t Hudson want him to see?
"You’ve got a nice firm ass, Johnston, just the way I like them. But let me see what else you’ve got on under that tatty old uniform.
"GGGWWMAH! ARRGGHHH! GMMURMMPHHANDSMMAWAY!"
Mike protested through his stuffed mouth as he felt the pitcher’s big rough hands roam over his smooth chest and chest and stomach, tweaking his nipples. He gave a squawk of surprise as something hot and wet engulfed first one nipple, and then the other. Oh, what was that wet thing running down his stomach, digging around in his navel. Oh OH MY!
"Come on, let me see some more of you, stud. Let’s get the rest of this shit off of you."
Mike was dragged upright and had his shirt pulled out of his pants, and then he was thrown onto his back. Hudson started fumbling with the buckle of Mike’s belt. Oh no, not that! He wasn’t going to, he wouldn’t dare….
"GGGMNOOOO! GUSHTOPPMTHATMRIGHTMNOW!"
"Mmmm, nice, really nice. Too bad you have to cover up those legs when you play, asshole. And that butt looks as good as it felt. Oh yeah, baby, we’re going to have a good old time tonight."
Mike sobbed into his gag as Hudson dragged his pants down to his knees and then began manhandling Mike’s unprotected ass. Ohhh, what was he doing now. OH MY GOD! What was he doing? Mike began squirming as Hudson’s tongue began exploring very private places on Mike’s body, places where no tongue had gone before. The studly first baseman could only moan and struggle impotently as his body was invaded. At this point Mike was wishing that he was impotent as his jockstrap suddenly became uncomfortably tight. He wailed into his gag as the jockstrap was pulled down. Oh Christ, he thought. Holy rummoli! Oh my, that felt good. Who would have thought that Hudson could be so talented? He was a lousy pitcher, but he was definitely extremely good at what he was doing now. Mike huffed and puffed as he was getting blown down.
"UNNNHHHHHUNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Huh, so you just scored another grand slam, did you? You are an eager beaver, aren’t you? Too bad I’m not in so much of a hurry myself. Now, lets get those pants off, all the way."
Mike didn’t put up any resistance as his ankles were unbound and his pants torn off. He was totally XXXX and for some odd reason was feeling completely drained of energy. Perhaps it wasn’t so odd considering what had just happened to him. He didn’t put up any resistance as Hudson flipped him onto his stomach and hog-tied. Mmmm, he could go to XXXX right now, even though he was all tied up and gagged. Yes, he was feeling sooooo relaxed. He couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag at the moment.
"Mmmmm, I’m really glad that I pitched that ball at the back of your head. Too bad that my aim wasn’t so good in the ballpark. But don’t worry, asshole. We’re going to spend a lot of time together tonight, lots of time. I’ll let you make reparation for making look like such a goofball on the field."
"GMMMMPHH. MMWHATEVERMMUMMSAY" Mike mumbled as Hudson’s hands starting working on him again. Mike started wondering how badly he could piss Hudson off the next time they played together.
THE END
Mike played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2004
30 photos
"Chad, a deal is a deal. I told you, after the last time, no credit! You pay me everything you owe me right now, or do what we agreed upon earlier, and you get the term paper I wrote for you. If you don’t pay up, no paper, and you know what that will do to your GPA. What’s it going to be?"
Chad sat dejectedly on the side of his bed. Gee, he wished that he were back home in Ohio. School up here in Canada really sucked. The professors actually expected him, Chad Tuft, to do some work! It was so unfair! Back in Ohio, he had been a big football star, and he had just coasted along, doing the minimum amount of schoolwork to get by. But things were a lot different up here. No one looked up to him here. If only he could have stayed back home. But due to an unfortunate incident last Christmas, Chad been XXXX to change schools. Political enemies of his father had somehow got hold of a tape showing Chad in a very embarrassing position. The last few months of school had been torture; Chad had been aware of the whispers and giggles wherever he went. So here he was, in the Great White North, floundering. He had been paying Joe to write his papers for him, but he had run out of cash some time back and didn’t dare ask his father for more money. Now he owed Joe a bundle. If he didn’t get that paper he was screwed.
"OK, OK, I’ll do it!"
Reluctantly, Chad began to shed his clothing. He pulled off his sweatshirt and undershirt and dropped them to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He slowly unbuckled his belt, and then he undid his jeans and pulled them off. He stood in the middle of the room, wearing only his blue boxers. He shivered as he stood there. Damn, why couldn’t they turn the heating up? Here it was, not even Halloween, and he was freezing.
"There, are you happy now, Joe. Is this what you wanted to see?"
Joe laughed. "You’re quite the comedian, aren’t you Chad? I told you before, I want ALL of it off." There was hard note in Joe’s voice that Chad had never heard before. He pulled off his boxers and spread his hands. "Tada! There, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?"
"That’s very nice, Chad, very nice. But that’s not quite all that I want. Did I tell you that I’ve got a friend doing graduate work in Columbus? A friend who shares certain…tastes with me. He told me a very interesting story about you Chad. A story involving a video tape of you."
Joe smiled at Chad as he opened up his briefcase and pulled out a length of white rope. Despite the chilliness of the room, Chad started to sweat. So, the story had followed him up here. Shit! At the same time, he felt a certain frisson of excitement.. It wasn’t the kind of thing that Chad Tuft, football star, was supposed to like. Chad from the illustrious family, with girls hanging all over him. He looked at the rope in Joe’s hands and slowly put his hands behind his back. He shuddered as he felt the ropes going around his wrists, being pulled tight. He let Joe push him down, until he was sitting on the side of the bed. He remained silent as Joe bound his knees and his ankles together.
"Hmm, doesn’t the big straight jock look funny, all tied up like that. What are you going to do now, jock boy? " Joe held a bandanna in his hand, letting it float in the air in front of Chad’s face. Chad felt a sudden rush of blood as he saw that. So Joe thought that he could bind and gag Chad Tuft, football hero and former BMOC on campus without any kind of struggle. Chad decided that he would make some fuss. He wanted to see how Joe would handle that.
"You fucking pervert, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t do this to me! My father’s an important man. If you think that you can MMMPHHHHHHH!"
Joe shoved the knotted bandanna into Chad’s mouth. Chad began struggling, trying to spit out the cloth. He tried to knee Joe in the balls.
"Oh, you want to play rough, do you? That’s fine with me, Chad." Joe pinched Chad’s nostrils shut. Chad thrashed on the bed, trying to get free, but Joe kept his fingers in place. Eventually, starved for air, Chad was XXXX to open his mouth. Without hesitation, Joe stuffed the bandanna into Chad’s mouth, and pulling the cloth taut, he tied it in place.
"GGGODDMMMEDFFFKCINGFFFAGGGTTT! MMWHATMTHINKMURDOING?"
"You’re making too much noise, American jock stud boy. I don’t like that. Someone might come in and find us like this. You don’t want more scandal, do you? What am I going to do with you? You know, I think I have something here in my briefcase that will do the trick"
"MMMNNOO. GGGMUCNTDOMMTHISMMEE!"
"Mmm, I think that I can do whatever I want to, Chad. I’m not the one who is tied up and gagged and helpless. And believe me, you are helpless. I don’t spend all my time studying and writing papers for other people. I do believe in a certain level of extracurricular activity."
Chad whimpered as he saw Joe pull a roll of silvery duct tape out of his briefcase. What was Joe going to do with that? To just to make sure he got the result that he desired, Chad let out a string of muffled expletives. He watched as Joe ripped off a piece of tape. Good, it was working. Now he put on his pleading puppy dog eye look, whimpering through the bandanna. Joe leaned over him and smoothed the tape over Chad’s gagged mouth. "There, that’s much better. I like you that way, Chad."
"MMOOHHHNNNOOOO. MMMPLLEEZZZLEEMGGOO. MMWHATCHAMDOINGMTHAT?"
Chad stared as Joe pulled another bandanna out of his briefcase. Was he going to reinforce the gag? Joe lips twitched as he looked down at Chad. "Well, what do you think about that? The American jock stud has already got a hard on. I think things will be a lot more fun if you can’t see what I’m doing. Don’t you agree, Chad?"
"MMNNOOO. GGGMMUMMWOODNT. MMMOHH!!!"
Chad moaned as Joe pulled him upright and wrapped the bandanna around his eyes. Gosh, but this was hot. Chad hadn’t been blindfolded the last time! It added a whole new dimension to his situation. Now he really was helpless!! What would Joe do to him next?
"MMMPHH!" Chad grunted as Joe XXXX him onto his side. Chad was excruciatingly aware of his hard cock. Surely Joe wasn’t going to tie him up, gag him and blindfold without paying attention to him down there. Chad wiggled his hips, trying to draw Joe’s attention to the uncomfortable situation down below.
"MMAGGGHHH!! MMMEEEHHEEEHEEE! MMMNOOOO! GGMOHSTOP!" Chad moaned, and screamed, and begged through his gagged mouth as Joe attacked the soles of his feet. And then moved up to the sensitive backs of his knees. And then to the even more sensitive insides of his thighs. His fingers seemed to be everywhere.
"You like that, Chad? I’ll bet that you’ll like this part even more. How does THAT feel?"
To Be Continued
Chad played by Mike
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2006
23 photos; 9:22 video
This time he does it hands free
Model: Andre
photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/20/2005
25 photos
It was tax day again as he did every tax day, Herman Lunke was busy with his paper work, hoping no one called him. The accounting office where he worked was always busy with last minute details. And the occasional disgruntled customer, of course. This time, Herman was so busy with his paperwork that he didn't notice the man who snuck into his office and closed the door behind him. Not until it was too late. One good sucker punch and Herman was out like a light.
When Herman came too, his head was aching. He tried to rub his sore cranium but he couldn't. His hands had been tied!
"Mmmmm!" Herman exclaimed, now noticing the layers of tape that covered his mouth. "Mmmmppphhh mmmnnn ffffhhhhmmmm!?"
" So you're awake. " A man said as he finished going through Herman's files. "Were you aXXXX when you did my taxes last year too?"
Herman didn't know what this man was talking about and his confused look must have shown. The man continued," I've waited all year to get back at you for fucking up my tax returns. you're little screw up cost me thousands of dollars and your firm didn't even apologize. Well, I got you by the balls now! I've down loaded all your files onto my hard drive and erased them from your computer. We'll see what kind of fun I have with this info!"
"Mmmmm!!!" Not his files! there was all sorts of sensitive information in those. Herman would be ruined! Herman struggled with all his strength against his bonds but to no avail.
"All right, now to finish you off!" the man said. Herman got a shiver when he heard that bit fortunately the man meant to simply tied Herman's feet together so he couldn't walk away. The man left, leaving Herman a helpless prisoner in his own office.
Herman had to get loose! There wasn't just tax returns on his computer, Herman had the Swiss bank accounts of a number of his wealthy clients. Herman bucked and twisted, trying to get some leverage or slack in the ropes that cut into his wrists and ankles. But after several minutes, all he had accomplished was to give himself a severe muscle cramp. Herman was also unsuccessful at crying out for help. The tape gag that covered his mouth made everything come out as a low moan.
Then Herman realized, his XXXX had left his computer on! If he could just get to it and type an e-mail or something, it might not be too late! Squirming like a snake, Herman inched toward the wall and then leaned against it to prop himself up. Once standing, Herman bunny hopped on his bound feet to his computer and sat down.
The e-mail program was still running. Since his hands were bound behind him, Herman carefully tapped out the words "Help I am tied up" on a message to Bill, the accountant next door. Bill's address was the only address he could get his computer to remember. Herman couldn't type out any other address with his nose. After several more minutes of maneuvering the mouse with his chin, Herman managed to finally send the message. It took only another minute for bill to respond with "help I am tied up too".
Great! Either Herman's XXXX was actually binding up every accountant in the building or Bill thought Herman was joking around. And while this was going on, Herman's files were getting farther and farther away!
Herman was just about tap out another message when someone came into his office.
"Mmmmm!" Herman pleaded desperately at the woman, obviously a client, who stood there gawking at him.
" Oh my God! What happened?"
"Mmmmm mmm mmmmpp mmm!" Herman tried to explain before remembering he was still gagged.
But the woman soon got over her shock and made no move to untie the poor captive accountant. "Well, I don't know exactly what's going on but since you're here and can't go anywhere...I want to complain about my returns. Were you aXXXX when you did these?"
The End
Herman played by Roy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2002
35 photos; 13:59 video
After a long trying day of trying to be politically correct to everyone he worked for at the hospital, Steve returned to his apartment where his unhappiness meter jumped right off of the scale. The dirty dishes were still piled up in the sink! And the dirty clothes he'd been asking Paulie to wash for the last three days were now lying soggy and forgotten in the bottom of the washer instead of tumbling away in the dryer where they might get dry again sometime soon. Where the hell was Paulie?
It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that lazy Paulie was still lying in his bed and watching cartoons on the TV. Paulie looked up at Steve and smiled. “Hi Steve, how did work go today?”
Steven exploded. “I thought we had an agreement! When you quit your last job, you promised to stay home and take care of the apartment and do all of the housework.”
“Yea Steve, I’m getting around to it.”
“Getting around to it? Do you think I like busting my ass all day and trying to keep all of those idiots at work happy only to come home and find out that I still have to clean up after you?”
“Easy Steve,” Paulie cautioned. “Remember your blood pressure.”
“I'll show you blood pressure!” Steve pounced on Paulie and all too easily pinned his skinny roommate down on the bed. “You remember what I promised to do to you the last time you goofed off on me?”
“Oh no, Steve, please don’t tie me up!”
And then Paulie’s eyes widened as he saw Steve draw a long length of rope out of his pocket. Then Paulie tried to resist, but Steve spent his days lifting hospital patients while Paulie spent his days lifting the remote control for the TV, so he had no chance as Steve quickly fashioned the rope into a tight chest halter that drew Paulie’s tied hands together up behind his back. “Ow! That’s too tight!” Paulie tried to complain.
“No more words out of you!” Steve sXXXXped as he snatched one of Paulie’s dirty socks up off the floor and then tied it tightly between Paulie’s spread teeth.
Paulie was disappointed. He had left a perfectly clean bandanna out in plain sight for Steve to use for a gag. He didn't like the taste of dirty socks and he tried to tell Steve so, but Steve just pushed him back out onto the bed and then began wrapping more tight rope all around Paulie’s ankles.
“There, that ought to hold you for awhile!” Steve pronounced.
But Paulie just laughed at him.
“Oh, you think this is funny?”
Steve pounced on the helpless Paulie and dug his fingertips into his roommate’s skinny ribcage.
“Mmon’t…! Gon’t gickle gee-hee-hee…!” Paulie’s whole body shook with a torrent of giggles. But Steve kept right on tickling Paulie until his skinny friend had tears in his eyes and he was gasping for breath behind his soggy sock gag.
Then Steve let Paulie go. “Now I’m going out to wash those dirty dishes. And then I’m going to finish that laundry you were too lazy to finish. And then, if you're good, I might come back and turn you loose so that you can fix dinner.”
Steve stormed out of the room and never noticed the way that Paulie was smiling while he rubbed his bound body up against the firm mattress and rubbed his sock-parted lips up against his warm pillow.
Then Paulie had a fun idea. This time he would surprise Steve and be all untied before he came back. That would show him!
Paulie sat up and started worming his skinny wrists against the tight ropes and continued to smile as he imagined the surprised look Steve would have on his face. But then Paulie heard the door open. Steve was coming back already!
But then Paulie looked up and saw a strange rough-looking man towering over him. “Mmgour got geve?” Paulie mouthed into his gag. And then Paulie saw something awfully cold and cruel in the strange man’s eyes and he screamed “Mmmeeve…!”
A big hand clamped itself over Paulie’s mouth and then those cold eyes warned him to be quiet or else this man would make him quiet forever.
......
Steve couldn't stay angry with Paulie for long. Ever since he first found him shivering and starving at the bus station, there had been kind of a special feeling between the two of them, which didn't mean that Paulie couldn't get under his skin. The sexy young man had a knack for yanking Steve’s chain every now and then. Sometimes Steve thought Paulie did it deliberately just to get his blood pressure going. Or maybe his sexy friend had another reason for wanting Steve to tie him up now and then? Steve didn't know, but he was already to forgive and forget when he walked back into the bedroom.
“Hey, what happened to your clothes? I know you had clothes on when I tied you up. And where did that black tape come from?” Poor Steve was really puzzled.
Paulie started making big eyes at Steve and all kinds of weird soggy sock sounds started coming from behind the black tape covering his mouth.
“What is this charades?”
Paulie seemed to get more excited.
“Okay, I'll play. It’s one word and it rhymes with mmmun!”
Paulie’s head nodded up and down excitedly like he was trying to tell Steve something important.
“Game’s over, bright boy!” The startled Steve whipped his head around to see a great big XXXX being pointed at him and Paulie. The word was “XXXX” a voice said inside his stupid head. “All right, bright boy, start peeling. Let’s see what kind of underwear you're wearing.”
Steve’s heart sank down into his shoes as he looked over at Paulie and saw that his friend was so sorry that there were tears in his eyes.
“Today, bright boy!” the big ugly man growled at Steve.
Steve’s fingers began mechanically unfastening and pulling off his clothes while his eyes remained fixed on the black muzzle of the pistol being pointed at him like it was the swaying head of a King Cobra. Who was this guy? What did he want?
Then came the ropes and the awful taste of one of Paulie’s dirty socks being thumbed deep into Steve’s mouth. Steve didn't even think of resisting. There was no telling what this strange guy might do or where the bullets might fly if he ever started shooting. Steve stole a glance over at Paulie and sighed with relief to see that his young friend hadn't been harmed yet.
The big guy then grabbed Steve and pressed black tape over his sock-spread lips before he pushed him down onto the bed beside Paulie. “One sound out of you two and I promise my XXXX will make a lot of noise,” the ugly House Invader threatened.
Then the big guy grabbed Paulie’s TV set and took it out of the room.
A few moments later Steve heard the front door to his apartment open and the sound of a bunch of feet like the scurrying of rats coming inside his private world. After that the small apartment was filled with the sounds of doors and drawers being pulling open, dishes and other breakables crashing to the floor, and every now and then the whoop-whoop of one of the rats who found something good to steal.
Then Paulie rubbed his shoulder up against Steve’s shoulder and tried to apologize behind his juicy gag. Steve nodded his head. This wasn't any of Paulie’s fault. Then another crash of his good china brought Steve back to the present. There was no telling what these thieves might do before they left so he signaled with his eyes and grunts from his stuffed mouth. Paulie understood and moved his tied hands close to Steve’s.
Paulie was an old hand at this, but Steve hadn't been tied up since that one time at summer camp, so he followed Paulie’s lead as they tried to undo the tight knots. But this was a lot harder than it looked on TV and soon both roommates were breathing hard and sweating and stinking and no closer to being untied than when they started.
Then Steve happened to notice the size of the bulge in Paulie’s underpants and all at once it dawned on him. Paulie liked being tied up! Well the dumb so-and-so, why didn't he tell me? No wonder he had been going out of his way to piss Steve off lately. They always had such a good time making up afterwards.
Off in the distance, Steve could hear all of the rats scurrying out the door with all of their loot. They had probably taken every bit of good stuff Steve had. Then Steve finally heard the front door close with a bang and he sighed with relief. It might take him awhile to replace all of the stuff the rats had broken and taken, but they hadn't harmed the only thing that Steve really cared about. And Steve planned to tell Paulie just how much he cared about him – just as soon as he managed to get this awful-tasting sock out of his mouth.
Paulie Played by Cain
Steve played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date Of Production: 01/02/2005
28 photos; 6:34 video
Model: Cliff
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/29/2009
28 photos
"MMMGNNOOOMMSTOOOPPP!"
He pulled down the knotted bandanna that he had tied between my teeth.
"Are you going to make that call now, pork chop?"
"Yes, yes, but please stop it, I can't take any more."
I promised myself that I would be strong, and wouldn't give way, no matter what threats he made. But when he pulled off my shoes and started tickling my feet, I couldn't hold out for long. With my hands tied behind my back, I was helpless to fend him off, and the gag in my mouth prevented my neighbors from hearing my shrieks. I had jerked and squirmed and tried to escape, but he just sat on me and tickled and tickled and tickled until I thought that I would have a heart attack. Finally I broke down.
He held something to my head as he dialed Frank's number with his other hand.
"Remember, pork chop, no funny business. Don't try to warn him, or you'll regret it, and so will he!"
I followed the instructions that he gave me. I told Frank to bring over the documents that we had purloined. I wanted to go over them with him again. Frank didn't suspect a thing, and agreed to come over in half an hour.
"There, Pork Chop, that wasn't so hard was it?"
"Please, just... MMMMPHHGGGLUMM." He pulled the bandanna up from around my neck and stuffed it back in my mouth.
"We have a little time before Frankie gets here... what do you say to us having a little fun?" He slid his hands up under my t-shirt and ...
The big boy had caved like a house of cards once I had his shoes off. The object was just for show. I had no intention of using it. I had never been one for violence and certainly didn't want to break his fingers and pull out his fingernails, even though I had threatened to do so. I found that few people could withstand a prolonged period of tickling, and Pork Chop was no exception to the rule. Besides, he seemed to like being tied up and gagged. I noticed a bulge in his jeans that hadn't been there when I first confronted him. I wasn't averse to mixing business with pleasure, and once the phone call had been made, I decided to have a little fun with Pork Chop. He responded the way that I thought he would. Things were just getting really interesting when I heard a XXXX at the door. Time to get back to work.
"MMMMGMPLSOPMM!" The guy with the XXXX was doing terrible things to me. I struggled and moaned, trying to beg him to stop, but to no avail. Just when things were reaching a peak, when I thought that the torture I was undergoing would cause me to explode, Frank XXXX on the door. The thug with the XXXX hastily rearranged my clothing, and holding the XXXX to my head, whispered "Not a peep, out of you Pork Chop, or you and your fellow bozo will be dead meat." He pushed me into a corner, hidden from view, and stood behind the door. As he turned the handle, I wanted to yell out, to make some noise to warn Frank, but the bad man had such a big XXXX, and I didn't want him to pull out my fingernails!
Boink! I shuddered with sympathy as Frank went down like a fallen tree. OUCH! That XXXX butt to the head must have hurt a lot. Poor Frank. He just lay on the floor and moaned. The bad man pulled him further into my apartment, and in two shakes of a lambs tail he had Frank all trussed up and gagged. As Frank came to, he was dragged to his feet, and pulled over next to me.
"What a couple of chumps you two are. Why don't you take a load off your feet?"
Thump. Both Frank and I were rudely pushed to floor. While the thug who had done such bad things to me picked up the folder with the documents that we had liberated, and went over to my desk to peruse them, Frank and I started wriggling around on the floor; squirming and struggling, trying to get free.
"MGMTURNMMROUN"
"MNNTHISMMWAY"
"MNOTHISMMWAY!" Frank just wouldn't listen; he always knew best. It had to be his way or nothing. As I turned around to work at his ropes, we were rudely interrupted.
"You guys want to get closer to each other? Fine, closer you'll be." He jerked us up to our knees, and XXXX us to face one another. OUCH! He pulled rope around us, so tight, tying us to together. This was awkward. Tied face to face with Frank, all of the terrible things that the bad man had done to me came flooding back into my mind. Tied so tight to Frank, I could feel something growing in my jeans. Sniff, sniff. Umm, he smelled nice. This wasn't too bad. I struggled a little more vigorously, and so did Frank. Hmmm, this felt pretty good. I wiggled some more, rubbing and pressing against Frank in my efforts to get free. Frank struggled right back. He started grunting in a most unusual way. I could see his face getting all red, and could feel something pressing against me. Frank had something growing in his jeans, too!
All the papers were there. The boss would be proud of me. I looked over at the two clowns who had tried to rip us off. They were having far too good a time. I wouldn't have liked to join in the fun, but time is money! I had to make sure that they stayed put for a while. I had a plane to catch. Once I was in the air, it didn't matter if they got free. I hated to break up their little party, but I needed to put them out of commission for a few hours, and the rope holding them together didn't look tight enough. And besides, crime shouldn't pay! At least not theirs. For me and the boss, it was a different matter.
My head was pulled off Frank's shoulder abruptly.
"OK, boys, sorry to interrupt your fun, but it's time for me to roll, and I think you two would be a little more comfortable in a different position."
What did he mean? We were soon to find out. He untied the ropes that were holding us together, and XXXX us to turn around. I felt something hard and cold press into the back of my neck. Oh no! He was going to shoot us. I closed my eyes tight. This wasn't fair! First he rips off the papers that were going to make us rich, and now..he interrupts us at a crucial moment. I waited for a bullet in the back of my head to end it all. Instead, I felt a hand pushing me down to the floor. Before I could do anything, I was trussed up like a pig going to market. OWWW! This hurt. There was a thump next to me. Frank was next, hogtied.
"Bye boys, have fun! Remember, it isn't nice to steal!"
The End
Pork Chop played by Kent
Frank played by Aaron
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/13/2007
28 photos; 4:22 video
Ezio was an aspiring country singer ready to impress the stage with his latest song detailing his last relationship. Needless to say the song itself was rather controversial as Ezio had hooked up an influential socialite on the down low.
Word had gotten back that Ezio was going to perform his song at a local event with media attention to capture the whole thing. The father of said socialite decided that Ezio had to be stopped. With a simple dial on his phone, he called the right man to deal with the blabbermouth singer.
Ezio woke up hours later in a room, not remembering how he gotten from the bar to his current location but he realized that the man who bought him a drink must have done something to it.
Ezio was on the floor, hog tied and gagged with an American flag bandanna. He struggled furiously in his bonds for several minutes, unable to free himself.
His captor eventually appeared, taking joy in aezio's predicament while telling him why he was hog tied and gagged.
Ezio begged to be released but the man laughed at him before unbuttoning Ezio's shirt and playing him for a bit.
Ezio watched in despair as the man left him on his own to struggle in his bonds along with the warning that if he ever performed the song in public that worse would happen to him.
Model: Ezio
Bad Guy: Rod
Date of Production: 03/14/2017
30 photos; 2:48 video
“That’s right, Buddy, you're doing fine. Just keep following my voice now.”
Buddy didn't like this, but he had to obey and he had to keep following that strange voice through the darkness behind his blindfold. Buddy was very scared. He was scared that he might bump into something that would hurt in the dark. And he was very scared because he didn't know where the strange voice was taking him. And he was very scared because he didn't know what was going to happen to him when he got there.
Buddy had returned to his dorm room after a long day of classes to find a paper bag and a note waiting for him. The note was from the Delphi Fraternity. It was time for Pledge Buddy to be tested by his Frat Brothers so he had to follow the directions in the note exactly. Buddy had opened the bag to find a wrestling singlet that seemed too small for him along with a folded green bandanna and a folded blue bandanna.
At first Buddy had been a little excited as he followed the directions and took off all of his clothes and then squeezed his body into the thin singlet. But then he began to get nervous as he sat down on his bed and tied the blue bandanna tightly between his lips. Buddy had never been gagged before and the cloth felt kind of strange as it filled up his mouth and pressed against his tongue. And then his pulse rate really went up when he tied the softly folded green bandanna as a blindfold over his eyes.
Then he sat quietly in the darkness until he finally heard the door to his room open and the sound of strange footsteps coming toward him. “Do not resist us Pledge,” a strange voice said in the darkness. So Buddy didn't resist as he felt his hands being taken in other hands, and then he felt coils of rope being wrapped tighter and tighter around his wrists. And then the strange voice said “Rise and follow me.”
Buddy had followed the strange voice through the darkness for what seemed like a whole hour and now he had absolutely no idea of where was when the voice finally told him to stop. And then Buddy had felt hands, lots of hands, touching his body all over as he was turned this way and that while several strange voices murmured to each other. Why were they doing this?
Then those strange hands took hold of Buddy’s wrists and Buddy could feel busy fingers adding more rope to the coils around his wrists. And then Buddy heard a weird whirring sound and then he felt his bound hands being pulled up higher and higher over his head until Buddy had to stand up on his tiptoes. Then strange hands began touching Buddy’s body all over again, even in places that made Buddy blush. Buddy shook his head from side to side and begged into his gag for them not to touch him like that, but they just laughed at him.
Suddenly the blindfold bandanna was ripped off of Buddy’s eyes. Buddy blinked at the bright light in the room. And then he was able to see four hooded figures hovering around him. Buddy couldn't see there faces so he didn't know who they were, but the tallest one pointed a long finger at Buddy and said “Don't go anywhere.” Then all of the other Hoods laughed as they all went out of the room.
Left all alone, Buddy could feel the sweat starting to drip down from his armpits and then a burning ache began in his shoulders and the small of his back while his arms continued to reach high up over his head. And then the sweat and the pain grew worse and worse until Buddy was really happy to see the four Hoods come back into the room.
Buddy whimpered and nodded his head gratefully when two of the Hoods lowered his arms and then untied his hands. And so he didn't even think of resisting while they pulled his arms behind his back and tied his hands again before they pushed him down to kneel on the floor.
“You belong to us now Pledge and we will do with you what we want,” the tall Hood said.
Then all four of the Hoods gathered around Buddy and began petting his hair and touching his skin and rubbing their hands all over the thin singlet cloth that was covering Buddy’s body. Buddy didn't like this, but the more he resisted, the rougher those hands became with his body. And then something unexpected happened to Buddy. His body began to get warm and tingly all over and it began to respond to those touching hands until Buddy was rubbing his body up against those hands as much as they were rubbing up against him. All four of the Hoods laughed in an evil way.
This scared Buddy and he tried to crawl away, but the cruel hands held him tight while they used more rope to bind his ankles together, and then even more rope to tie Buddy’s bound wrists to his bound ankles so that he was completely helpless, and then they pushed him down onto the hard floor.
Buddy moaned into his soggy gag and tried to wiggle away, but then the four Hoods knelt on the floor all around him and their teasing hands changed their tactics. Now they began to spank Buddy hard and soft all over, with the harder spanks coming each time he resisted their will, and the softer spanks coming each time that he obeyed their commands.
Then they made Buddy roll all around on the floor and rub his cruelly bound body up against the soft carpet until poor Buddy felt his nipples getting hard and a growing stiffness inside the thin cloth of the singlet. And soon that unprotected stiffness was being pinched and squeezed so much by the hard floor that there were tears in his eyes and he was softly whimpering into his gag.
The Hoods thought this was amusing and soon they were skinning the singlet down off of Buddy’s flushed body and exposing more and more of his tingling parts while their cruel fingers continued to tease and please him until Buddy was feeling very confused.
And then the tall Hood announced; “Now you will give up your cream.”
Buddy gasped in shock. They couldn't really expect him to do something like that – in front of everybody! Buddy shook his head from side to side and protested as loud as he could into his gag, but the Hoods just laughed at him as they pulled down his singlet to unveil just how big Buddy had become.
And then there was nothing Buddy could do to stop those strong fingers as they wrapped themselves around him, and nothing he could do to avoid the way they were slowly stroking him, and nothing he could do to stop his disobedient body from thrusting itself faster and harder inside of that strange hand. And all at once it was too much.
Buddy threw his head back, arched his back and then screamed into the soggy cloth that was stopping up his mouth while he felt his hot pistol shooting again and again and again.
Finally Buddy could shoot no more and he sighed heavily into his gag.
“That was very well done Buddy,” the tall Hood told him. “You have passed your first test. Now you are ready to move on to the next level.”
The next level, Buddy wondered while the blindfold bandanna was again tied over his eyes. What would the next level be like?
THE END
Buddy played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/20/2005
20 photos; 9:01 video
It had been three months since the burglary, but Derek couldn't get it out of his mind. Being overpowered in his own home by a masked intruder, XXXX to strip, bound, gagged and XXXX had been a frightening experience. Yet even while it was happening, Derek had found himself to be more intensely sexually aroused than ever before in
his young life. The feeling of helplessness, being dominated by another male, even the feel of the tight ropes and silencing gag had all combined into an unforgettable combination of fear and excitement. The burglar had promised him that if he cooperated, he wouldn't be hurt, and he had kept his word, unless you considered being tightly tied up and having your cock stroked to a massive orgasm being "hurt".
After the burglar had left, it had taken Derek another five hours to escape the ropes, and he had quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before calling the police. When they arrived, he still felt too humiliated to mention that he had been sexually XXXX, so he had told them that he had just been tied up and gagged by the intruder.
Derek could have sworn the handsome cop taking his statement had almost a twinkle in his eye as he asked whether he had been violated in any way. As Derek continued to lie, the cop had told him that there had been several other recent cases of single young men overpowered in their own homes, stripped, bound, gagged and played with before the thief had left with their possessions.
"So that didn't happen to you, eh?" the cop had asked, scanning Derek's sexy body.
"Uh, no," Derek lied, feeling his face flush and hoping the officer hadn't noticed. "He just tied me up, then left."
"OK," the cop had replied, "Must be a different guy. So I'll just put down breaking and entering, burglary and unlawful restraint, right?"
"Yes, please," Derek had replied meekly.
Now it was three months later and the thief had never been apprehended. Derek was still pissed over the loss of his cell phone, I-Pod and DVD player, as well as 200 hard-earned bucks. But when he thought back on that night, a chill still went up his spine...not fear, but excitement. And so he had bought some rope in the Home Depot on the way home to try and recreate the feeling of helplessness he had experienced on that night three months before. Stripping nude, he began to wrap the rope tightly around his ankles and knees. The reaction was immediate, as his ball sac began to swell up between his bound legs, and his cock began to put on serious weight. He took his time tying his hands. He wanted it to feel real, but had to make sure he could escape. He managed a good facsimile...the rope was snug around his wrists, but he knew a few minutes of twisting his hands in the right direction and he would be able to get loose. Finally, he reached for the strip of white adhesive tape he had had torn off and stuck to the bedboard and gagged himself with it. With his hands tied in front, he was able to grip his rod, and the feeling, combined with the thoughts racing through his head, was exquisite. Of course, during the actual robbery, he had been tied much tighter, with his hands behind his back and a much thicker gag on his mouth. But this was close enough, and Derek began to struggle around on his bed, pretending that he was once again a captive of a sexy, masked intruder. He couldn't explain why he was so turned on, but he didn't care as his hands stroked his beefy shaft. When he visualized the hot cop coming back to ask his some follow-up questions, dressed in that sexy, tight uniform, he exploded, soaking his hands and bush in a thick bath of hot juice. Yes, being a crime victim had traumatized Derek, and he'd never be the same again.....poor guy!
The End
Derek played by Andre
photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/20/2005