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Lending a Hand by JMZ

20 photos; 6:19 video

It had been weeks since Joe quit his job and I had convinced him to quit and it was partly my fault for what transpired. He seemed so discontented after his demotion, his confidence had deteriorated. After some discussion we agreed he should quit. It went downhill from there. Joe’s initial excitement and drive had all but disappeared. He had spent the better part of the last six weeks lying around watching television and surfing porn sites on the internet. I had reached my wits end. I decided to do my best to rectify the situation before he spiraled further into his life of leisure.

My plan was simple; I would sit and rationally explain the financial burden that was put on my shoulders. I was sure he would understand.

“Joe“, I started.
“What’s up baby? You look tired”, he replied.
“I am tired Joe, I’m tired of you doing nothing to help yourself or us.” The words came out a little harsher than I planned.
“Where the hell is this coming from? I did what you suggested”.
“I didn’t suggest you do nothing”.
“You tell me to quit, and then jump all over me for doing it”. “Leave me alone my soap is starting, we’ll talk about this later”.

I felt my blood boil. Anger pushed its way forward; this did not go as planned.

I had gone mad. I attacked him. We struggled with each other till we were on the floor. We grunted and puffed as we tried to get the better of one another. I could feel his breath against my face, and could tell he neglected to brush his teeth. I knelt on top of him, my knee dug into his chest. His shouting and pleading bounced off my deaf ears. In the corner of my eye I saw the tape we had used to move boxes into our new apartment. I stretched and pulled the tape towards me. I flipped him over and XXXX his wrists together.
“What the hell are you doing”, he shouted?
I didn’t respond. I wrapped the tape around his wrists as tightly as I could. I could see his hands redden. The defined muscles in his forearms clenched with frustration. I tied his ankles securely making two feet one. I could tell by the smell of his socked feet he had neglected to shower.

“If you don’t let me go I’m going to kill you”. I didn’t respond.
“Baby I’m sorry I’ll get a job”, he whined. I didn’t respond.
I dragged him onto the couch, but something was missing. I walked to the kitchen while Joe flopped back and forth on the couch like a fish out of water. He shouted a slew of curse words. I pulled a new roll of duct tape from the drawer. As I made my way to him duct tape in hand his eyes widened.

The tape around his mouth looked nice. The indentation of his lips protruded making two silver bumps. He spoke through the tape as if I understood him.
“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPH”, he muffed.

Furthermore he added. “MMPPH, MMPHH, MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH”.
“Okay sweetie, I love you too” I snickered.
This infuriated him. He pulled and tugged at the knot binding his wrists. He contorted his body into yoga positions. He struggled, his face red, his eyes wide, and his hard body bouncing on the couch. A thought occurred to me, as he fought with himself. I had let my anger get the better of me. This was not going to accomplish what I intended. I decided I decided to take advantage of the situation. He would probably leave me after this anyway.

I worked my way through the slit of his boxer shorts to the thing which had brought me so much pleasure through the past 2 years. I stroked him gently, he became hard. His muffled angry words softened to a low moan. He fought me and indulged me at the same time. He was hard and thick. I held him in my hand slowly rubbing him up and down, he struggled less. My fingers found their way down to his sac. I squeezed cautiously but firmly. His bound body and sealed mouth turned me on in a weird way. His helplessness excited me. After a few minutes it was over. I untied him and slowly pulled the tape from his mouth. The next week he found a job. Every once in a while we pretend he didn’t so we could have another talk.
The End

Joe played by Logan Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/05/2006
Pretty Boi

25 photos; 6:45 video

Model : Remy
Photography Caitiff Date of Production: 08/23/2017
A Little Privacy by Caitiff

63 photos

"Mmmmm! Mmmfphh!", Mr. Smith of Smith and Son's leather Novelties grunted into the plug gag that filled his mouth. Mr. Smith's company made these gags, they were his biggest seller. But he didn't think he would have one of his best products XXXX into his mouth against his will! It had started like any other day. Mr. Smith had been the first in the office to do the receipts. Or so he thought. He had walked right into the building, leaving the door unlocked as he always had. Mr. Smith was just about to get out the records when he noticed the new Gagmaster 2000, the latest plug gag from R&D. It was supposed to be completely safe and once in place, couldn't be removed. Oh what the hell, thought Mr. Smith. Why not try it out? Bondage gear was the best product Smith and Son's made, as far as Mr. Smith was concerned. He made it a personal mission to make sure that every piece of bondage gear that the company made was tried on an actual human being. Mr. Smith loved being tied up and gagged. So did a lot of his employees. Somebody always ended up bound and gagged during the work day. Mr. Smith put the gag into his moth and snapped the buckle. Mr. Smith moved his tongue around, trying to wedge the plug out but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the gag out of his mouth using his mouth alone. It was perfect! Mr. Smith took off his shirt and shoes and put his hands behind his back, pretending that he had been XXXX and was being held for ransom. Pretending that he had been tied up against his will and was being XXXX to do whatever his kidnappers wanted! "Mmmmmpph!" Mr. Smith let out a long moan, temporarily getting into the mood. Ahh, but the receipts weren't going to do themselves. Mr. Smith was just about to undo the buckle when he heard a stranger's voice say "Don't bother. It will save time." Three men, all wearing masks had walked right into the door that Mr. Smith had unlocked and were now robbing him! Already gagged, the robbers completed the bondage by tying Mr. Smith onto a chair and putting him in a storage closet. They then closed the door. That had been hours ago. Mr. Smith heard his employees coming into work. Mr. Smith strained at the ropes but they held tight. He also grunted through the gag but no one seemed to hear. Shit, didn't somebody at least wonder where he was? Suddenly the door opened. At last, somebody found him! "Hey, Mr. Smith!" It was Dithers from R&D." See you're trying out the new Gagmaster! Hope you're enjoying it " Yes, very nice. Now untie me! Mr. Smith tried to say but it came out as "Mmmm, mmfph mmmm MMMWwppffmm!" "Cool. Well, I'll be in my cubicle if you want to talk more about it. I made it so it absorbs sound." Dithers then left, closing the door behind him! "Mmmmpphh! Mmmmm!" But Dithers was gone. Oh great, thought Mr. Smith, Dithers thought I was playing around. I have to get somebody to figure out that I'm really tied up against my will! A little while after Dithers, Rogers from accounting opened the door, looking for white out. "Hey, Mr. Smith! I heard you liked to get in your work but wow!" "Mmmppf!" "Yeah, it looks great. I'm glad you decided to try out the Gagmaster. Some of the guys wanted to try it on me!" The young man joked as he looked for the office supplies. "Well, I'll leave you to it then!" and Mr. Smith was left alone again. Mr. Smith was growing furious! Surely somebody would figure out that he didn't want to be tied up! Somebody had to untie him! Mr. Smith's secretary, Ms. Franklin, opened the closet door. "MMMMMMM!" Mr. Smith yelled through his gag, demanding to be released. "Oh, sorry Mr. Smith. I didn't know you were in here. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed until your done with your market testing." Ms. Franklin said and shut the door! Oh, for crying out loud! How long could this go on? Mr. Smith wondered. It went on all day. All day, people would come in and see Mr. Smith. But instead of doing the sensible thing and untying him, they congratulated him on the new Gagmaster, or admired his dedication to work or simply got what they were looking for and left. Dennis from customer service took pictures! Mr. Smith tried to get them to understand. He yelled angrily through the gag. He moaned pitifully through the unshakable gag. He even shook his chair as much as his bonds allowed. But everybody thought he was just getting into the fun. No one would untie him! Mr. Smith didn't know how much time he had been tied up. He had done self bondage lots of times and was used to being restrained for hours on end. Under different circumstances, being bound and gagged to the chair in the closet would even have been fun! It just wasn't fun now! Who knows what those robbers who had tied him up had taken! Suddenly Mr. Smith noticed that the normal sound of the office had died down. Realizing that he had to get out of the closet, Mr. Smith used all his strength to move his chair over to the door. He then butted his head to open the door. It took a while but the door did eventually budge open. Why didn't I think of this before?! Unfortunately, Mr. Smith soon realized that it was too late. Near the front door, h heard MS. Franklin talking to another co-worker. "Where's Mr. Smith?" "Oh, you know him. He probably had somebody untie him and went home early. Set the alarm. I want to go home!" Mr. Smith heard the beep of the alarm being turned on and the front door closing, locking him inside for the night. The End Mr. Smith played by Tony Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/05/2002

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