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Stroking the Intern by TBBM
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It was Mike's first month at a new firm and he was keen on making a name for himself. He flattered his fellow co-workers, flirted with the secretaries and brown nosed the bosses as best he could but in his mission to get on top, he had forgotten one essential rule - never be rude to those at the bottom of the work chain pile.Mike hadn't been outright hostile to the janitor who worked at the office but neither had he been the kindest to him either. One day in the office, Mike had made the error of humiliating the janitor on a day where everything had been going wrong for the latter. The janitor gritted his teeth, vowing revenge before going about his job.When it was time for everyone to leave the office, Mike was the last one to go, wanting to catch up on more work in an attempt to help land a vital contract that would elevate him to a better position in the firm. Mike had done his best wooing on the phone, charming the potential client before promising a breakfast on him to finalise more details. Mike got off the phone with a smug sense of satisfaction on his face. Everything was going perfectly for him and then he saw the look in the janitor's eyes.Mike had forgotten he was even there but he soon remembered the events earlier in the day and felt a little bad. Before he could get the chance to apologise, the janitor hit him over the head with a mop with enough force to XXXX Mike out.Mike woke up a couple of minutes later, tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged tight. He tried his damndest to break free from his bonds, calling out for help to no avail. What Mike didn't know was that not only was no-one coming to rescue but he was no longer in the office. He had been XXXX out longer than he thought - long enough for the janitor to have taken Mike to a building far away from anyone finding him.As Mike struggled some more, his captor returned, circling around the helpless intern to begin with. Even though he was blindfolded and gagged, Mike knew his captor was there and tried his best to beg for mercy, to even apologise for his rudeness earlier in the day but his captor soon made it clear that he wasn't interested in apologies. Mike was then told by his captor that he was a spoiled asshole and that guys like him need to realise that they can't get away with treating people like shit. Mike took all this in as he soon felt his tie being loosened, his shirt unbuttoned and worse of all, his trousers being loosened as they felt to his ankles. Before Mike could protest any further, his captor went behind him and took a firm grip of him. It was Mike's turn to be made into feeling like the smaller man, the same way he had made the janitor feel earlier in the day.Mike groaned and struggled, feebly protesting his fate but the janitor kept going, pushing Mike harder and harder until Mike had no choice but to surrender and let go. When Mike finally released, the janitor smirked, victory being so sweet in his hand as Mike whimpered in humiliating defeat. As the janitor went to go get cleaned up, Mike sat in his chair still bound, brooding over his behaviour and vowing that if he ever got free from the chair that he would never belittle another man ever again.The Intern played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/23/2018 -
Bound Boi by Sammy
28 photos; 4:36 video
Show Room Floor by Sammy "Right this way.He is definitely one of our more energetic ones. He has not yet acclimated to his new surroundings. But if you are looking for a spirited one to break yourself well look no further." Ken heard them talking about him as if he was not just within earshot. He had no memory of how he had gotten here. All he could remember for sure was that in the span of a single evening his life had changed dramatically. His old life seemed like a distant and fond memory. It was a only a few months since his arrival to this place but it seemed like his old life was years in the past. The old memories were getting harder and harder to grasp. Had he always been here? The sound of the door creaking open roused him from his thoughts. As he looked up he saw two men observing him. One he knew very well. He was a man he known as "The Breaker" or just Breaker. The other man was a stranger. Ken quickly look down and away from both men. Eye contact was permitted only by request. As he looked back he saw the long lengths of rope that held him securely to the large metal pole behind him. There was just enough slack to give him a small leash lead but he could not step out of the closet he was trapped in unless he was untied. "On your knees.", ordered Breaker. Obediently Ken knelt trying to maintain his balance as he did so. His arms were securely fastened behind his back by several coils of tightly wound rope that seemed to wrap around his wrists for an eternity. Additionally many more lengths of rope had been looped around his arms and his chest and securely knotted and cinched at his armpits. This had been down to immobilize his upper body while calling attention to his pectoral muscles. "Mmph, mmph." He grunted as he reached the floor. Breaker had used several strips of sticky duct tape gag him but over the months he had learned that Breaker liked to be responded to. Even when such responses were impossible. "He is well behaved now.", commented Breaker, "But at times he seems to completely forget himself." The stranger seemed to only be half listening to Breaker's sales pitch. While breaker was talking he stepped forward and slowly ran his hands along Ken's chest and gently squeezed on of his nipples Despite himself Ken sighed into his gag. The muffled sound seemed to please the man. He then reached down and grabbed Ken's chin and turned his head first to the left and then to right, clearly appraise Ken's facial structure.The stranger then kneeled down beside slipped his hand into the black shorts he was wearing and began tugging at Ken's dick. Ken felt his member immediately stiffen at the attention. The stranger tugged more vigorously and soon Ken was fully erect. The man stopped and took his time appreciating the huge bulge in Ken's shorts. The stranger then spun Ken around roughly and pushed him face down into the carpet. In one swift tugging motion Ken felt his shorts slide down and his exposed ass was cupped and lifted for inspection. "He is acceptable. Wrap him up tight and I will take him.", said the stranger. "Excellent." responded Breaker. I won't be but a minute. Ken felt Breaker tug on his leash and the rope that affixed him to the pole came loose in one fluid motion. He was led into a room known as the prep area and shoved unceremoniously onto a white mattress. Breaker produced several more coils of rope and went to work. In preparation for the hogtie Breaker wound several pieces of rope around Ken's shoulder blades and looped them behind his neck then coiled and twisted them decoratively around the rope that was already on Ken's arms. Ken could feel the rope tightening around his upper body as Breaker worked. Next, Breaker looped some rope between Ken's feet and after a few twists and knots created some very effective rope shackles. Then he order Ken to bend his legs and used several more bits of rope to bind his legs to his thighs. Finally, Breaker used the last piece of rope to run a thick line between all the rope and fully double Ken into a near perfect hogtie. "Not bad work even if I do say so myself.", muttered Breaker to himself. "I'm gonna miss you. you were one of the fun ones" The End Ken played by Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2010 -
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Game, Set , Match by Fidelis
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Game, Match & SetI 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.
by Fidelis
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 ENDThe Jock played by Troy
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/09/2006
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Friction
30 photos; 4:04 video
Model:: Ryan Photgraphy by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/13/2007 -
Man Handled
25 photos; 4:48 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/02/2018 -
Re-Prisoned by Caitiff
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
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Taped by Caitiff
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’thurt. 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 -
Control by Fidelis
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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 ENDFrank played by Angel
Andy played by Drew
Gus played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/04/2003 -
On the Bench pt 2
21 photos; 4:31 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/25/2017
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White Briefs
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Model: Arturo Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008 -
Take Your Punishment by Caitiff
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 -
House Warming by Caitiff
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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 EndTed played by Brant RopeWork by Joe Wright Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/23/2008
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Surprise Package by Soft Touch
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There it goes again! Lewie hated being interrupted when he was watching the ball game, but he was definitely hearing screwy noises down in his basement. It had better not be those rats, Lewie thought as he trudged down the stairs. Lewie hated rats.
“Anybody down here?” Lewie asked the dark shadows of the basement and then laughed at himself for asking such a silly question.
“Took you long enough,” a cold voice answered just before Lewie felt a big clammy hand clamped over Lewie’s mouth. “Don't you pay no attention when you got people making noises down in your basement?”
The big hand moved from Lewie’s lips down to his shoulder and Lewie looked back to see—“Vic! What're you doing here?”
“The Boss wants to see you.”
“But I just saw Martie yesterday,” Lewie started looking for a way out.
“Not Martie,” Vic growled, “The Big Boss down in Mineral City. Seems like that last shipment you sent came in a little light.”
“But that wasn't me! That shipment was right! I know it was!” Lewie panicked.
Vic’s big hand pushed Lewie down to his knees and then wrapped itself around Lewie’s mouth again. “You want to be called Lewie or Lumpy?” Vic said. “Smart thing for you to do right now is to start cooperating,” Vic advised with a threat in his voice.
Lewie’s mind was in a whirl while Vic tossed a bunch of XXXX-up pieces of Lewie’s spare clothesline on the floor and then began using pieces of the rope to tie up Lewie’s body with the sure hands of an expert. And what an idiot he'd been to come down here looking for prowlers in his bare feet and cut-offs like he was going for another beer.
By then Lewie was tied up good and tight and Vic was pulling his head back while he held a thick band of cloth in front of Lewie’s mouth. Lewie just had time to recognize the cloth as a piece of rank old rag he'd used to polish his car with last week before Vic XXXX his lips apart and then starting tying the cloth band tightly between Lewie’s teeth. The taste of car wax and the other nasty things on the old cloth began melting on Lewie’s tongue as his mouth started to water down the strange intruder with lots of drool.
“Now you be a good boy,” Vic advised as he pushed Lewie’s tied up body down onto the floor. “I got some arrangements to make.”
Lewie lay very still and watched big Vic until the enforcer was out of sight. Then he began twisting his wrists against the tight ropes and working his tongue against the awful tasting gag. Something was very wrong here. That shipment had been right when Lewie sent it out. Somebody else was trying to put the finger on Lewie, somebody like Martie maybe.
Lewie wasn't sure, but he couldn't find out lying here all tied up like some kind of turkey. So Lewie began rolling all over the floor as he struggled and strained and cussed against the tight ropes and at the gag that was starting to XXXX him.
“Won't do you no good.” All of a sudden Vic was standing over Lewie and laughing at him. “When I tie somebody up, they stay tied. Now I got to get you ready to go on the train.”
A train…? Lewie started to get his hopes up. Vic couldn't take him on a train looking like this. He’d have to let him put his clothes on.
“Forget it, Lewie,” Vic laughed at him again. “You ain't going to be going as no passenger. I'm shipping you as freight.”
Lewie’s heart sunk as he saw the big box a smiling Vic was pointing to.
“Let’s go, into the box real easy like. I'd hate for you to have to travel with a headache and a big knot on your head,” Vic warned Lewie with a look on his face.
So Lewie allowed his bound body to be manhandled by the big enforcer until he found himself packed down in the bottom of the big box.
“Nice and comfy now?” Vic laughed again and that was really beginning to get on Lewie’s nerves. “Don't worry, you probably got a whole hamper full of dirty underwear and socks and some damp old towels I can pack in there with you so you don't bounce around too much.” Vic closed the top of the box.
Lewie lay in the cramped dark of the box and began making plans for what he was going to do to that damn Martie when he got out of this.
If he got out of this…?THE ENDLewis played by Doug
Vic played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/26/2005 -
College Bound by JMZ
24 photos; 4:57 video
This soccer game was the one I had been waiting on all season. It was going to be for all the marbles. I needed this game to be good; all the scouts were going to be there. I needed a scholarship to go to college; there would be no other way for me to afford it. Little did I know that I was not the only one looking for a free ride. My chief rival was a guy on my own team. We had grown up together and were once good friends. This all changed when soccer came into the picture. We had developed a heated rivalry.
I trained all season for this moment. The word on the street was I was the one the scouts were coming to see. I was able to stay healthy all season, there was nothing to stop me now, or so I thought. I started out the day with my usual protein shake and a jog. I got home just in time to shower and change. My parents had already left to get good seats at the stadium. I put on my uniform and searched for my shoes.
The slam of the back door startled me. I figured my parents had forgotten something. “Is that you Dad”, I yelled? There was no answer. I heard footsteps slowly creep down the basement stairs. I looked up to see a pair of soccer shoes coming down the stairs. “Who’s there”, I asked? “Hi Mark.” It was Joe my rival. “What are you doing here, do you need a ride?” “No Mark I need you to be out of the way today. I need that scholarship to college, and I don’t have a chance if you’re playing.” “What the hell Joe, what do you think I’m going to do just not go.” “Yes”, he replied. “Even if I didn’t those scouts wouldn’t give you a second look”, I yelled. This seemed to infuriate him. He dashed down the bottom stairs and tackled me.I never realized how strong he was. He got me on my stomach and began to wind something around my wrists. It was rope. “Good God Joe do you think you can just tie me up and that will be the end of it, even if you keep out of the way you will never get aMMMPPPHHH.” He taped my mouth shut with white athletic tape. He wrapped it around my head silencing me good. The tape sealed my lips and words. “MMMPPPPHHHH”, I screamed in vain. He tied my wrists well. The rope dug into my skin as I tried ineffectively to break free.
He stood me up and watched me. I darted for the stairs but it was useless. He caught me and pulled me to the back of the basement. I struggled withering my upper body from side to side. He threw me on the couch and finished what he started. “I’m sorry Mark, but I need this more than you. You’ll have another chance, I won’t.” “MMMPPPPHHH”, I screamed. He tied more rope tightly around my thigh. I flexed my muscle in a vain attempt to stop the inevitable. He trailed the rope to my ankle and knotted it tightly. He repeated the process on my other leg and he was done.
“I am really sorry Mark I have to go.” “MMPPPMMPPHHHPLEMM”, I begged. He was gone. I struggled hard flexing every muscle in my body to break free. The rope was tied around me so tightly I had no chance. I rolled back and forth exhausting every bone in my body. I tried to scream but all that escaped my mouth were grunts. The tight gag shut me up good. I managed to roll onto my stomach and tried again to loosen the rope around my wrists. It was no use. I could not believe he took it this far. I lay bound and gagged for two hours before my parents came home to find me. Needless to say he would get a free ride, right to jail.The End
Mark played by Danny Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/21/2008 -
GAmma Lambda Ding Dongs by Soft Touch
24 photos; 4:01 video
“Don't look at me like that,” David moaned at the sad-faced Drew behind the layers of XXXX orange tape that were now holding his mouth a prisoner. “This was your idea!”
David had wanted to join the Phelan Phi’s. They were a nice bunch of boys who spent their time reading poetry, drinking wine, and looking for their inner selves. But Drew had convinced him that they needed to join a big important jock fraternity like the Gamma Lambdas. David sighed and rubbed his taped face against the pillow. He didn't even like jockstraps.
Just then a sharp twinge of pain shot up between David’s legs and he pushed his face into the pillow to muffle his little whimper of pain. David hadn't worn a jockstrap since junior high school and there was a good reason for that. David’s toy soldier didn't like being held so close and so confined. It liked to stretch and show off its big muscles. But now it was hurting David as punishment for David letting those other boys put his soldier into solitary confinement.
Just then Drew huffed something behind the yellow tape that was covering his lips which sounded like “We've got to get out of here!”
David almost laughed. Here they were locked inside a bedroom at the Lambda House. Their hands were tied behind their backs with strong ropes. And there was probably one of those big Jock Lambdas waiting right outside the bedroom door just in case their two new pledges tried anything so stupid.
But now Drew was starting to panic. He didn't like being tied up. And he didn't like being confined in a small place. And he definitely didn't like the kinds of things that his vivid imagination was dreaming up for those Lambdas to do to him and David.
And the more Drew panicked, the louder his tape-muffled moans and groans sounded. David made some tape-muffled sounds of his own while he begged Drew to please quiet down. He really didn't want to do anything that was going to make those big Lambdas mad at them. But panicked Drew was way beyond taking any kind of hint.
“Come on David, you got to get me loose!” Drew’s voice rose up three octaves so that it was echoing off of the walls despite the yellow layers of tape the Lambda’s had already plastered over his mouth to keep him quiet.
David thought it was a dumb idea, but he had to do something to quiet Drew down so he made agreeing sounds behind his own tape-covered lips and then began maneuvering his body around on the springy bed so that he could get his hands close to the ropes that were holding Drew a prisoner.
Suddenly the bedroom door banged open. “What the hell are you pledges doing in here?”
Oh no! It was Jerry the Jock, also known as Jerry the Jerk, the all star fullback from the football team. Why did it have to be him? David got so nervous that he almost dropped his books each time he walked past Jerry in the hallway. And now he was here, and he had an angry sneer on his face, and with a sickening feeling David realized that now Jerry was seeing him without any clothes on. David began to blush.
“Just what part of the word “quiet” don't you two Ding Dongs understand?” Jerry bellowed at the captive pledges as he moved closer to their nearly naked bodies. “You want to make some noise? Is that it? Okay, how about I let you sing for awhile?”
David looked back and his whole body began to tremble. Jerry the Jerk was uncoiling a big leather belt. What was he going to do with that? Oh, he wouldn't dare!
“Come on, Ding Dongs, turn those pitiful bodies around and bend over so I can give you a little taste of what’s going to happen to you when the rest of the Lambdas get here tonight.”
David tried not to look at Jerry while he XXXX his body up onto his knees. He looked over at Drew instead and saw that his friend was just as unhappy and scared as he was while they each walked on their knees until they were finally kneeling side by side.
“Good boys,” Jerry the Jerk teased. “Now bend over and let me see you smile.”
David bent over and closed his eyes, wishing that he was somewhere else.
Suddenly a painful sting struck David’s bare cheek just below his tied hands. David’s whole body jerked and he cried out loud behind the sticky layers of tape. Then he heard the sXXXX of the belt again and it was immediately followed by a cry that was just as loud coming from Drew.
“All right, now both of you together. I want to hear some of that harmony,” the cruel Jerry crooned.
And then David’s whole world became the feeling of that belt – sometimes just teasing over his bare skin, and sometimes ripping into him for another bite – along with the strange animal-like cries that he could hear coming from Drew and himself and getting louder and louder until they harmonized with Jerry’s cruel laughter. On and on it went until David could feel tears running down his cheeks and his tender flesh felt like it was on fire.
And then David received an even greater shock when he realized that Jerry was now on the bed behind him and Drew. And the evil monster was holding them both really close together and running his slimy hands over their naked bodies while he chuckled.
“Very good, my little Ding Dongs. You remind me of a couple of braying hounds. Maybe I could enter the two of you into a hound dog contest later this year.”
“Don't do me any favors,” David grumbled into his gag.
Jerry the Jerk laughed at his own joke and then pushed David and Drew back down onto the bed. Then there was nothing David or Drew could do while the chuckling Jerry the Jerk quickly wrapped and tied more ropes around their ankles so that now they were completely helpless. Then he laughed out loud. “You be quiet now, you hear?”
And then Jerry went out and closed the door.
David sighed and let his face sink into the pillow. Only yesterday he had been thinking how wonderful it was going to be when he finally graduated from college and went out into that bright world. Now he was thinking, if he could only survive this night, maybe he wouldn't want to stay around here that long.
“David…David, let’s go, let’s get out of here.” David heard Drew’s mournful voice and he was getting so he could almost understand Drew’s tape-distorted words. What’s more, David was in full agreement. He had had enough of this Pledge game.
So David rolled his body close to Drew’s body and reached for him with his tied hands. And he could feel Drew’s hands feeling for him. Then he felt some coils of rope coming into his fingers, and then he began to discover the tightly-tied knots in the rope.
David closed his eyes and tried to increase the feel in his fingers as his fingertips worried and pried at the thick knots. But without being able to see what he was doing, it was nearly impossible to pry even one of those rope strands loose.
Behind his back he could hear Drew hugging and sighing and he could feel Drew’s searching fingers trying to set him free. But Drew wasn't having any more luck than David was.
Suddenly the bedroom door banged open again and David looked up to see the leering Jerry the Jerk standing in the doorway. David’s heart sunk down into his feet.
“Okay my little Ding Dongs! It’s party time!”
Suddenly the small doorway filled up with a whole herd of laughing Lambdas and there was nothing that David and Drew could do to stop them as they felt their helpless bodies being pulled into the other room where who knows what was waiting for them.THE END
Drew played by Chester David played by Sammy Jerry the Jerk played by Rod Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/24/2006
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Red Jock
28 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Nick Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/07/2008 -
Detention
26 photos; 5:37 video
Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2014 -
The Intruder pt 2 by Caitiff
20 photos; 3:45 video
Continued from "Intruder pt 1
“Mmmmm....” Roger groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was laying on his hands. He tried to move them but found he could
not.
“Mmmmmpphh!”, Roger grunted as he opened his eyes. He was not only bound hand
and foot but gagged as well. Desperately he struggled against his bonds.
Looming over him was a masked figure.
“Easy now. You’re not going anywhere.”, The masked man said a she held his bound and gagged hostage down on the couch.
“Roger grunted angrily at the man, “MMMM!”. OF course it did little good. The man was right. Roger was already beginning to doubt he could get out of this. And even if he did, what then? The man was standing guard right over him.
Still Roger continued to try to get away none the less. It wasn’t a rational decision. But Roger did not like being so helpless next to this guy. Who knew what evil plans he had
for Roger? Whatever they were, Roger doubted he would like them if it required he be tied up.
“Why do they never listen to me when I make it clear not to struggle?” The masked man
asked himself, obviously not expecting an answer from the gagged rugby player on the couch. “I guess I will need to make sure your cute ass is even more tied up!”
Roger certainly didn’t like how his XXXX talked about his ass. Desperately Roger struggled even harder. However it made little difference. The masked man was able to
hog tie Roger with ease, connecting his legs and hands with more rope.
Roger noticed that not only did the man seemed to know how to tie a guy up pretty well, but the masked man’s hands lingered over Roger’s muscled body. Roger was pretty sure that tying a guy up did not require groping that man’s ass or package or socked
feet.
“Yep, you are every bit the athlete they said you were.”
“MMpph mmmm?”. Who were they? Was this guy hired to XXXX him?
As if reading his thoughts, the masked intruder said, “I’m afraid someone needs you out of the way for a while. That’s where I come in. I’m a professional XXXX. “
“Mmmmm mmffmmpppmmmm!”, Roger tried to beg for his freedom bu the gag made everything he said unintelligible. Worse, Roger thought he could see his XXXX getting excited the more Roger grunted through his tape gag.
“Don't’ worry. You’ll be let go. After awhile. Of course I get to do whatever I want with you in the mean time. I’ve gotten pretty good at making sure my guests stay amused.”
Roger shook his head no in vain protest. He could already guess what kind of “amusements” the intruder had in mind for a tied up jock that was helpless to stop him.
“Yeah.”, The Intruder continued his one sided conversation, “ We’ll have lots of fun. You can stay with all the other guests I have. Some of them have been there along time.
They could use a fresh piece of ass like you.”
The Intruder took out a damp piece of cloth. It smelled of chemicals.
“But first I need you calm for the trip. Some guys get upset if they are shut up in a box for several hours.”
“Mmmm! Mmmmpphh!”, Roger tried to dodge the cloth as the Intruder shoved over his mouth and nose. Tape gagging his mouth, the chemical filled his nose. Soon blackness claimed him.
When Roger woke again, he would be in his new home.
The End?
Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Bound Guy played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Date of Production: 09/25/2010
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Stud Snatch by Kurt
27 photos
"Dere he is, Boss, just like ya wanted."
Keith looked up at the two ski-masked figures standing in front of him as he sat bound and gagged on the floor.
"Any problems?" the one called the Boss asked.
"Nah, I did just like you said. Waited for him outside the gym. Den when I seen him goin' to his car, I snatched him. Well, I did have to slug him. Let's put it dis way, he didn't want to come for a ride."
"You idiot! I told you not to hurt him!"
"Aw, Boss, it was just a little love-tap to calm him down. If I'd-a really slugged him, he'd still be out cold," the underling replied.
"Did you leave the note?"
"Yeah, on his car windshield, just like you said. Kid had some nice wheels."
"What do you expect, his old man's loaded," said the Boss. "You sure those ropes are tight?"
"Sure, Boss...hey! I was a Boy Scout, ya know!" sniggered the goon.
"Yeah, a lot of good that did you. I heard you pushed little old ladies under the bus instead of helping them cross."
"Aw, Boss, you're a card! Besides, it was only dat one time. But I was always good at knot-tying."
"Yeah, real smart. You tied his hands in front, you moron. He can reach up and pull off that gag! Tie his hands down to his ankles!"
"Oh, yeah...hehe..sorry, Boss!"
Keith grunted as the thug took more rope and bound his wrists tightly to his ankles in front. Being the son of a wealthy man, the idea of his being XXXX had crossed his mind often, and his father had warned him many times to be careful in his comings and goings. He had just never thought it could happen so easily. Now, here he was helpless, bound and gagged and being held for ransom!
"Tape up his eyes," the Boss growled, "This ski mask is killing me."
"Sure t'ing, Boss," goon number two said, as Keith felt a wide band of adhesive tape being pressed down over his eyes.
"That's better, now put him in the closet!"
Keith tried to struggle as he felt himself being grasped under the arms and pulled along the floor. He tried to voice a protest, but the tight cleave gag in his mouth made all his words incoherent.
The Boss spoke again as Keith was dragged into the closet. "I'm going to make some calls. On second thought, I don't think he's tied well enough. When I get back, I want to see him stripped and hogtied. He won't struggle around so much if he's naked. And he needs a bigger gag."The goon, whose name was Benny, was thrilled to hear his new assignment.
"You got it, Boss", he replied. "He's a good lookin' kid. Would you mind if I... heh...heh....ya know..."
"Sure, have some fun with him if you want. After all, you deserve some perks too. Just make sure he's well-gagged and tied, and don't hurt him!"
Benny reached into his bag for more rope and a roll of duct tape. Was he ever glad he'd dropped out of the Boy Scouts!The EndKeith played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/16/2005 -
Out of Control by JMZ
20 photos; 2:27 video
I always had the same dream. It happened the same way every time. It was as if my subconscious was trying to tell me something. As the years passed by I found the dream became more detailed in its aspects. I have always been the sort of man who took charge. In any situation I was looked upon to lead. This is what I was known for, I demanded respect. In contrast my recurring dream put in me in the opposite position.My ankles are roped together as if they are one limb. My skin throbs from how tightly they are bound together. My bare feet wriggle uselessly. I have no clothes on and the air is cold, yet I am incredibly aroused. What does this mean?
It begins the same way every time. I wake from a peaceful XXXX to find my body completely incapacitated. White rope is wrapped over my aching limbs. The rope tightly grasps my wrists. The burn of the ropes is unbearable. My hands are reddened from the lack of circulation. My fingers begin to numb. No amount of resistance can free me from these binds.
My chest and arms are strategically wrapped together, making escape impossible. My hardened nipples bear the brunt of the ropes. I can feel my heartbeat increase with every useless wriggle. The muscles in my arms are sore and stretched. I cannot break free.
I look down to find my knees succumb to the same treatment. The rope is thoroughly wrapped four of five times over them. The hair on my legs is pulled and yanked by the creases of the rough rope. My legs are immobilized. The flesh on my legs protrudes out of the top of the rope where my knees are tied, matching the color of my hands.
With my body restrained beyond escape, I try to utilize the tool that has served me well over the years. I begin to scream, but nothing whimpering sounds and faint grunts escape my lips. Wrapped cruelly around my head and mouth is duct tape. I can smell the adhesive from the tape. I can feel my lips stretched together and the hair on my face pulled in different directions. I realize the gravity of my situation and the struggle begins.
I fight hard against the ropes. Every toss and flip of my body seems only to make the ropes tighten. The bed squeaks loudly as I bounce my bound and gagged body helplessly over it. I hastily attempt to reach my tied ankle, but it is no use. Grunts and MMppphhhs are the only sound than can escape my sealed lips. To no avail I once again begin wiggling my feet hoping to loosen the binds. I foolishly clench my fists hoping to pry my wrists free with my own strength. It is no use, I cannot break free.
Just as it is every time with this dream, my eyes focus on the doorknob as it begins to turn. Just as the door opens I suddenly wake up never to discover my captor. In my woken state I can still fell the remnants of the rope and tape. Who is this person in my dream? Why are they doing this? I may never know.The endThe Dreamer played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/23/2005 -
Deja Vue by Fidellis
30 photos
"Mmmm, that feels great, Steve. I can’t thank you enough for staying late for me. You wouldn’t believe the week that I’ve had." Sam was moaning with contentment as Steve’s nimble fingers worked their magic, getting rid of all the kinks in his muscles. This felt so great; Sam had really been in no condition to try to work out, and he was lucky that Steve had been so willing to fit him in after-hours Steve was always so pleasant and cooperative, not like some of the other people who worked at the faculty club. And Sam really had had a terrible and stressful week.
"That’s OK, Professor O’Noora. I’m glad to be of help. I read about what happened to you. That was terrible. It was lucky that you were able to escape from those guys." Steve spoke through clenched teeth. He was so horny he could barely continue the massage. He had seen the hunky young associate professor interviewed on TV shortly after his daring escape, the bandanna that had been used to gag him still hanging around his neck. Steve had read every word he could find about the attack on the professor and his subsequent escape. Steve knew what he would have done to Professor O’Noora if he had been one of the thugs who had XXXX him. The thought of Sam trussed and gagged and helpless made him feel almost dizzy. Steve had had a huge crush on the professor for months, and the XXXX since it had happened had obsessed him. It seemed like a message from above when Professor O’Noora had called, asking if it was possible to get a massage tonight. Steve had scheduled the massage at a time when he knew that no one else would be in the faculty club, not even the maintenance people. He was going to have some fun with the professor tonight.
Sam was purring with bliss as he relaxed more and more. He felt almost boneless, he was so relaxed. God, Steve was really, really good at this. As he felt all of the tension flowing out of his body, Mark hovered on the edge of XXXX. He was exhausted, having had almost no XXXX over the past couple of days. His time had been spent with the police and the university authorities, and he had been too keyed up to get any rest. But now, he felt his eyes closing. Mmmm, this was so good.
Oh good, the young professor was aXXXX. This would make things much easier. Steve walked over to his bag, and extracted a small bottle. He poured a little on a towel, and returned to Sam. He caught the professor by the hair, and pulled his head up. Sam barely stirred as Steve pressed the towel to his nose. He came to for a moment, struggled for a second, and then went back to XXXX, albeit a XXXX XXXX. So far, so good. Steve pulled out one of the carts used to transport dirty linens. Whoof, Professor O’Noora was a big boy! Steve managed to deposit the unconscious Sam in the cart, and then covered him up with some dirty towels. The freight elevator was just down the hall. Steve wheeled the cart to the elevator, and down they went, to the basement.
"MMMMMWWWHHHAAAAHHH?" Sam came to with a start. He felt a bit woozy, and had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. He tried to move, and realized that he couldn’t. His arms were pulled behind him, and he could feel rope tight around his wrists, his upper arms and his chest. He tried to stand, but he couldn’t move his feet. Something nasty was filling his mouth. He looked around him, as his thoughts became clearer. He was in a cold cellar, tied to a chair and gagged. Oh no, had those bastards at IRYX got him again? But why? The corporations’ evil plan had already been exposed, causing a huge scandal. What good could come of XXXX Sam for a second time? And Steve, where was poor Steve. Sam prayed that he hadn’t been the cause of harm befalling the innocent masseur.
"Well, hello, Professor O’Noora, I’m so glad to see that you’re awake. This gives us lots of time to have some fun. You don’t know how much I’m looking forward to this."
Sam’s eyes bulged out of his head as he screamed into the gag. Steve!!!! Why had Steve done this to him? Sam jerked forward in the chair. "MMMMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS? MMMIRYXMMPAYU?"
Steve laughed. "No, no, Professor O’Noora, IRYX has nothing to do with this. This is purely for my own satisfaction. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this. Let’s just say that reading about what happened to you the other day was the final straw. Once I’d seen you on TV with that fetching gag hanging down around your neck, I knew that I had to have you. It’s too bad that I couldn’t use one just like it, but I can’t risk anyone hearing you, so….I’m using my favorite leather gag. How does it taste?"
"MMMMNNNNOOOONNNNOOOO!!!! GGGMMUMCANTMMDOMTHIS!"
Steve grabbed Sam’s face, and shook him. "Now, now, Professor, don’t carry on like that. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to give you a good time. You were so tense when you came in tonight, I thought that you might break. I loosened you up then, and I’ll loosen you up again – just in a slightly different way."
Sam gave a gasp of alarm as Steve began rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples. This couldn’t be happening to him!!! XXXX twice in three days. That had to be some kind of record. Hmmm, Steve sure did have a gentle touch. Mmmm, that felt good. Sam felt a stirring down below. Wait, what was this? He couldn’t believe this? Here, he was, tied up and gagged and at the mercy of a deranged masseur, and he was starting to get excited. No, this wasn’t right. He moaned as Steve noticed the growing bulge in his jock, and started stroking his groin. Oh, yes, that felt good, but….no way was he going to give in!!! Steve couldn’t take him captive, and then expect to enjoy himself.
"MMMGGMMFCKINGMMHANDSMMOFFME!! MMFFGGOT!"
"Oh, you’re going to be feisty, are you, Professor O’Noora? Mmm, I like that. It’s just what I expected when I listened to you describe your exploits. This is going to be so much fun.
"MMMMPHHH!" Sam struggled as Steve untied him from the chair. He couldn’t deny that he had experienced a certain arousal, but he put that down to Steve’s trained fingers. There was no way that he was going to let Steve have any ‘fun’ with him. He had managed to escape from the two trained thugs that IRYX had sent against him; he could escape from one amateur! What was he doing now? Hey, this wasn’t fair! "Come on, professor, let’s go for a little walk. I find that having you tied to that chair doesn’t give me quite enough scope. I have a much better idea. I know that you’re a busy man, you probably don’t have much time for hanging around. But tonight, you do!"
"MMMMGGGMMMM!!!" Sam was completely helpless, his hands tied behind him, and the rope around his neck fastened to a beam in the ceiling. Oh, oh my. Steve’s hands were all over him, playing with his chest, running down his legs, caressing his exposed butt. Sam tried to jump back and forth, but there was no way that he could escape those roving hands; they seemed to be everywhere at once. He attempted to kick out, but Steve just grabbed his hair, and whispered in his ear: " There’s no way out, big boy. Why don’t you just enjoy yourself?"
Steve teased, Sam jumped. Steve’s hands wandered, Sam moaned. Sam could feel the sweat trickling down his body as Steve tortured him. Who knew that the brief touch of fingers and lips could produce such sensations? Sam was trying to control himself, but he knew that Steve must be able to see the huge bulge in his jock.
"OK, Professor. Time for a change. I want to see that body of yours stretched out. "
Sam groaned as Steve untied his hands from behind his back, and then hopping on a chair, tied them to the beam in the ceiling. The rope around his neck was removed, but now he was standing there, his arms pulled over his head, exposed and vulnerable. Steve could whatever he wanted to him. Sam blushed as he felt his cock jump at this thought. What WAS Steve going to do to him? "Doesn’t that feel good, Professor O’Noora? I can see that you are enjoying yourself."
"MMMNOOO. GGGMMMOHHHH. MMMMMPPHHH!
Steve’s hands were all over him again, harder and more insistent this time. And it wasn’t just his hands that he was using. Sam jumped as a tongue laved his exposed armpits. Oh boy, that was so hot, so sexy. Sam was sure that he was going to burst out of his jock strap at any moment. He looked down and could see a large wet stain. Mmmm, he was so horny; he was ready to burst. What was Steve doing now? He was sliding down the straps of the jock down Sam’s legs, pulling it off. Sam was hanging there, with his cock jutting out, hard as an iron bar. What was Steve doing now? Getting down on his knees, and….OH MY GOD!!!!
"You see, Professor. I knew that I could make you feel better, and get rid of all that nasty tension. What do you say to a second round?"THE ENDProf. Noora played by Anthony
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:05/23/2002
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Struggle and Moan
25 photos; 4:40 video
Model: Hal Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/19/2006 -
Weight Watchers by Soft Touch
24 photos
“Come on guys, quit messing around!” Sammy looked at the semi-circle of six guys who were slowly backing him up toward the big bed. Sammy couldn't believe it. All of these guys were on the wrestling team with him. They trained together, went to school together, and ate lots of pizza together. But now all of their faces looked like some kind of weird monsters.
by SoftTouch
“We warned you Sammy,” Tom the Team Captain said. “You got yourself disqualified in our last match because you were six pounds out of your weight class. Tomorrow’s the Championship and we're not taking any chances.”
“But I promise,” Sammy whined. “I won't eat no more except for maybe breakfast and you know lunch and maybe just one snack.”
“Get him!” Tom commanded.
All six wrestlers surged forward and suddenly there were hands grabbing Sammy all over and pushing him back until he felt himself falling back onto the big bed.
“Take down—two points!” Chris yelled.
“Hold his hands and I'll rope him!” Cowboy yelled.
“Yea, and if he don't hold still, maybe we'll brand him!” That was Squirrel the lightweight with that silly “Nuch-nuch-nuch!” laugh of his.
Sammy was a powerful wrestler, but he was no match for six other wrestlers all at the same time, and soon there were tight ropes holding his hands together, and more tight ropes holding his socked ankles together, and Sammy was feeling really scared.
“Okay, now for his mouth,” Tom instructed.
“No, you can't do nothing to my mouth!” Sammy whined.
But then two of the bigger wrestlers used their strong hands to clamp Sammy’s lips together and then the Squirrel climbed up over Sammy’s body and began plastering this great big sticky piece of tape all over Sammy’s mouth.
Sammy panicked! He couldn't move his mouth at all and now there was no way for any food to get in. They couldn't leave him like this! If he couldn't move his mouth pretty soon he might get lockjaw or something!
“All right Sammy, we want you to just lie quietly there,” Tom said. "Try to go to XXXX. The time will go by faster. Remember it is still a long time until tomorrow night’s match.”
“Yea, and Squirrel’s going to keep an eye on you, ain't you Squirrel?”“Nuch-nuch-nuch sure!”
Squirrel settled into a chair to keep an eye on Sammy while everybody else trooped off into the living room.
Sammy lay back on the bed and sighed through his nose while he tried to ignore the pain of the ropes around his wrists and his ankles. Poor Sammy hadn't had anything to eat except for those four meat loaf sandwiches and the two packages of cup cakes he ate for lunch. But that was hours ago and now Sammy imagined he could feel his trousers getting looser around his waist.
Then Sammy heard the sound of pop-tops sXXXXping open and then his sensitive nose smelled pizza coming from the other room. They were torturing him! It wasn't fair. Those other guys on the team had those really fast metabolisms and they could eat anything they wanted. All poor Sammy had to do was to look at a cup cake and he gained two pounds.
And then it wasn't long before Sammy’s stomach began to growl louder and louder. And it wasn't long after that when his stomach really began to hurt. He had to have some food!
Sammy lifted his head and looked over to where Squirrel was sitting in the chair. The skinny lightweight had his head buried in one of those comic books that he was always reading. Maybe…?
Sammy struggled to turn his bound body around on the bed. Then ever so slowly he began inching his way toward the foot of the bed. If he could just get down onto the floor, maybe he could slip past the Squirrel and slip into the kitchen. There were knives in the kitchen that he could use to cut these awful ropes. And there was food in the kitchen! So Sammy painfully inched his way down over the bed, but –
“Help…! Hey you guys!” Squirrel yelled. “He’s heading for the kitchen!”
There was a thunder of heavy feet running into the bedroom. Then poor Sammy was being grabbed from all sides and pulled back up on the bed.
“I got some more rope!” Cowboy cheered.
Then the other wrestlers held onto Sammy and made him hold still while Cowboy was happy to lash more rope between Sammy’s bound wrists and his bound ankles until poor Sammy couldn't lie down, and he couldn't sit up. He could only hunch over in a painful way on the bed.
“Sorry Sammy,” Tom told him when it is all over. “But it’s for your own good and the good of the team. We really need you tomorrow night. Now you be good and tomorrow morning we're going to let you have some Ojay and two slices of rye toast.”
Sammy sighed heavily into his gag. By tomorrow morning it would be too late. By that time he will have wasted away into almost nothing. Then the tears started to fall on Sammy’s cheeks. By tomorrow night, if he lived that long, he'd only be big enough to wrestle guys that were the skinny Squirrel’s size.THE ENDSammy played by Mark Photography by Caitiff
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