XXX -Mas by Caitiff

17 photos; 5:31 video

Mark almost didn’t wake up. It had seemed pointless. Because of their schedules, his family didn’t celebrate Christmas until a week later. and he had already given his presents to his friends. And of course, he didn't’ have work today. Mark was going to spend Christmas alone. Mark got out of his bed. No use whining about it, Mark thought as he went downstairs to fix himself some breakfast and work out. Passing down the hall, he almost missed the “present” his friends had left him last night. Fortunately, it was making quite a lot of noise. “Mmmmmppphh! Mmmmmm!” Mark peered into his living room. It took a while for his brain to register what he saw. There in the living room hopping around was Danny, a guy Mark had had a crush on for ages. Danny had always been way to full of himself to give Mark the time of day. Until now it seemed. Danny looked at Mark with sad puppy dog eyes. He didn't’ say anything. Probably because of the gag that was wedged tightly between his teeth, filling his mouth. Danny’s hands were bound behind his back while his legs were tied together at the ankles and knees. Nearby Mark found a card. It read, “heard you didn’t have plans for today. at least you don't’ have to spend Xmas alone. Love all of your friends. PS, don’t “Unwrap” it. He likes it better this way. Just call us when you are done.” Mark was speechless. He had heard Danny was kinky but he had no idea. But he wasn't’ about to look a gift horse, or a bound and gagged man in the mouth. Mark grabbed Danny and set him on the floor. No use having his new toy hurt himself. Mark then sat back in a chair and watched as Danny rolled and struggled, moaning into his gag. mark’s mind raced over al the things he wanted ot do to Danny’s body. Reaching over to his bound captive, Mark pulled Danny’s shorts down, exposing his ass. Yes, thought Mark, there were lots of things he was going to do today. Danny grunted through his gag. He couldn't’ believe how he had been roped into this, literally. But the guys at the bar had figured out he had been skimming from the register and made a deal, be this guy’s boy toy for as long as it took or get fired and probably go to jail. Danny couldn't’ even remember this guy’s name. He just remembered he came to the bar a lot and was friends with the owner and most of the regulars. But this wasn't’ the kind of guy Danny cared about. Normally he wouldn’t have given him the time of day. And originally Danny had planned on talking his way out of this, holding off any plans this guy had. But that was before he had been tied up and gagged. And he would remain so until whatever was going to happen had happened. Danny struggled as his ass was played with. he jerked when his nipples were squeezed. Then his shorts were pulled down al the way. Danny wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Then Mark put his mouth around Danny’s man hood. Maybe this won’t be so bad, Danny thought. The end Danny played by Jason Starr Photography by Caitiff XXX-Mas Morning Date of Production: 12/11/2007

Mickey

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Model: Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff

Hung Over by JMZ

30 photos; 7:26 video

He was such a freeloader. He never paid his way and more than once I had to cover his rent. This was getting really old and I needed to let him know that he would have clean up his act or he would have to move out. I figured I would talk to him after work; he was an adult he would understand.

I sat at my desk and waited for the day to end. It had been a long day, and boss rode me about everything. I just wanted to get home throw on some shorts and have an ice cold beer. I even thought of holding off on my talk with Chris, I didn’t need any added stress to this already crappy day. I couldn’t wait for five o’clock to come; I envisioned the couch and the remote. I could taste the beer in my mouth already. The cold suds sliding down my throat making my whole day disappear.

I walked into the house and made my way to my bedroom. I peeled off my suit and socks and walked to the fridge. My eyes glazed over in anger. I could feel a sudden rush of blood to my head. The six pack I had bought the night before was gone. There was only one suspect, and I flew into a rage. I slammed the refrigerator door and made my way to Chris’ room.

There he was passed out on his bed, the last of my beer resting next to him. He never even asked or offered to help pay for them. I went for his wallet and as usual it was empty, I wasn’t going to let this one slide. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to throw on his freeloading ass, but as I passed the utility closet a new idea hit me. I was going to make him pay for those beers one way or another.

I took the rope and headed for him. I pulled off his smelly wife beater and began to use every knot I learned in boy scouts to bind his arms and wrists. I made my way down exposed him. I pulled off his shorts and underwear and began wrapping rope tightly around his balls and thighs. The muscles in his legs tensed and I tied the final knots. I ended with his ankle and feet in strict hogtie. He wasn’t going anywhere.

I looked around his room for something to gag him with, and just as I thought the perverted fuck had a leather gag in his night stand. I always knew he was the kinky type; he had that certain look to him. I placed it in his mouth and secured it behind his head. His eyes began to open slowly exposing his blood shot eyes. He looked around and finally realized his situation. He began to thrash vigorously. He screamed through his sealed lips and gave me a fierce look of anger. “Chris I see you helped yourself to my beer again”, I said. “MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH”, he said. “You have been taking advantage of me for way too long”, I said. “MMMMPPPPPHHHH”, he said. This was going well. “This is it, from here on end you will have to start taking responsibility, and paying me on time for bills, including your share of the grocery bill”, I said “MMMMPPPHHH”, he said. He thrashed and whimpered sadly. “Also, you owe me for those beers and I expect payment by tonight. Just to make sure I get my money I’m going to take a bit of insurance”, I said. “MMMPPPPHHH”, he said. I took my cell and


began shooting pictures of him. “You have until eight o’clock”, I said. “MMMPPPH”, he said.

At the end of the month he had his full rent and paid his share of the food bill. I sent the pictures out to all our friends anyways, just for kicks He’s looking for a new apartment to move into by the end of the month.

The End

Chris played by Taylor Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/26/2009

Bound In Black by Zac

26 photos; 5:43 video

Out of the Way

27 photos; 5:12 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/17/2013

Tangled Up

29 photos; 5:07 video

Model: Chad
Ropework by Slade
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 09/26/2010

XXXX Stud

23 photos; 3:39 video

Moel: Dante
PHOTOGRAPHY; Caitiff


Date of Production: 07/17/2013

The Man Black.. Suit by Marty

25 photos; 2:45 video

The Case of the Smuggling Sailors by Caitiff

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Shore leave for Seaman Mark Wolf was almost over. And none too soon as far as he was concerned. Although he hardly loved being cooped up on the ship for weeks on end, ever since his ship had docked in Japan, weird things had been happening. Mark was certain that boxes of supplies had gone missing and then mysteriously reappeared again. Not that Mark could prove it. When ever he checked the records, the everything seemed in order. But Mark was certain that the supplies hadn't been checked out either. His crew mates who maintained the supplies looked at him like he was crazy whenever he mentioned it. And the entire situation had gotten worse since the USS Kitty Hawk had pulled into port. It was the last day before the ship went back to sea and Mark was doing inventory as he was scheduled to do. That's when he noticed Petty Officers Smith and Cribbs nosing around, looking in the boxes. They hadn't seen Mark, so he ducked behind a corner and watched as the two men seemed to grab something and walk off! Not knowing what to do, Mark followed the men as they both left the ship and went into the Navy Base. Mark wasn't an expert as tailing people but he was certain neither man had seen him as they entered a storage building, apparently unused.  Mark snuck into the old building and down into a filthy basement, stopping short when he heard Smith and Cribbs talking to some other men. "So this is the last of it?" Mark heard one of the unknown men say. "Yeah, " Replied Cribbs, "We did a switcheroo with the records so no one will even notice this is missing. Especially when it comes back." "And no one will inspect the boxes? We can't afford having this merchandise discovered!" The first man asked.  "Don't worry! Customs doesn't bother with military ships. Once we get the stuff we took from the supplies back on the ship, no one will be the wiser. You get your drugs and your supplier gets the cash and it all looks like just a routine transfer of supplies." Oh my God!, thought Mark, Smith and Cribbs and who knew who else were smuggling! He had to get the authorities. Unfortunately, before he could do just that, he was hit on the back of the head by a bottle. Everything exploded in a flash of white, then darkness.    

Pay Up

28 photos; 5:01 video

BoundGuy played by Nick Armor
Bad Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/26/2018

My New Thing

32 photos; 3:19 video

Office Boi by IBrett

33 photos; 5:57 video

NYPD

31 photos

Short Butt Sweet

32 photos; 0:40 video

Model: Neil Photography by Caitiff

Search and Seizure

12 photos; 4:35 video

Bound Guy played by Dean
Evil Cop played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2018

Too Far Away by Nick 007

32 photos; 8:29 video

Stake Out by Fidelis

30 photos

Thank God, Charlie thought, the bozo was finally leaving. His legs were getting numb from sitting in the car for so long, and he was getting really tired of pissing into a bottle. Surveillance sucked, but it was part of the job, and he had bills that needed to be paid. This assignment was proving to be a little more interesting than he had initially thought it would be. Interesting, but a bit scary too. This guy was up to some creepy stuff, more than just stealing secrets from Alphamax Corporation. He had some really weird friends - friends who belonged to some nasty, violent fringe groups. Once he had realized whom he was dealing with, he had been particularly careful – he even had back up this time. He was itching to get into Russell Franklin’s house, but he decided to wait just a few more minutes. He knew that he could be in all kinds of trouble if he got caught. Franklin was dangerous, and the if the cops caught him….he could lose his license.
 Ugh, but he was stiff. Charlie stretched a bit, looking around him to make sure that no one was observing his actions. The street was quiet; he had made sure that he parked as far away from the streetlights as was possible. Now seemed to be a good time to make his move. Crouching down, shielded by the hedge, he made his way down the side of the house to the back door. He waited for a few minutes. He didn’t hear anything. Now for the hard part. He was pretty certain Franklin didn’t have an alarm system, but having to come to know this guy, and the scary group that he hung out with, it was possible that the door had some kind of booby trap. Plus, his lock-picking skills were a little rusty. It had been awhile since he had to do this.
 Aha, he was in! Charlie looked around the kitchen; this probably wasn’t the best place to start looking for information. Turning on his flashlight, he made his way further into the house. Hmm, this chest of drawers looked interesting; Franklin must have left in hurry- papers were strewn all over the floor in front of the chest. Charlie picked one up. HOLY SHIT! This stuff was red-hot! He had to call the FBI, the CIA, the…Charlie’s mind went blank as he thought of other agencies he should inform. This stuff was way out of his league. He would just take a few pics of this documentation and…he felt an explosion of pain in his head and everything went black.
 "Wake up, you stupid dick. Wake up."
"Whhhattt?" Damn, it hurt, What had happened. Before the fog had cleared someone grabbed his head and shook it. Oh shit, it felt as if his head was going to fall off. He tried to focus his eyes. Ooops, he was in BIG trouble. Russell Franklin stood in front of him, smirking. Charlie tried to get up, and then realized that he was tied to a chair.
"You pissant little…MMMPHHHH!" Franklin slapped a hand over Charlie’s mouth, and squeezed his cheeks, tight.
 "Gee, it looks like Mr. Big Shot Private Dick isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. Do you think that I’ve got this far without recognizing a tail when I see one? You’re in big trouble, mister, bigger trouble than you’ve ever been in so far in your life. Just you wait."
Franklin removed his hand, and left the office. Charlie yelled at him. "You won’t get away with this, you creep. People know where I am, they’ll be here any minute!"
"Why don’t you shut your big mouth, big boy? I suppose that I’ll have to do something about it, won’t I? "
 He was helpless to stop Franklin from shoving a balled up rag into his mouth. Before he could spit it out a bandanna was tied around his mouth.
"MMMPHHH! GGGMMMSITALLMMOVER! MMMIGHTMMASMMWELLMMGIVEMUP!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. I’m really afraid. You have got a big mouth, haven’t you? I think you need a little something else to keep you quiet. Hmm, this should do the trick."
 "MMMNOOO! GGGMMHEELLLPPPPP!" Charlie whipped his head from side to side, but bound as he was, it was easy for Franklin to wrap length after length of wide red tape around his mouth.
"There, that should keep you quiet for a while. Now, I must say you have messed things up just a bit. I wasn’t quite ready to make move, not just yet. However, I will just pack up things, and I’ll be out of here in a jiffy. But first, I have a little present for you. How do you like it?"    "MMMCHRISTMNOO! GGMMCANTMMBESERIOUSH!"
"Oh,yeah, I’m deadly serious. There are lots more where this came from. Fifteen minutes after I’m out of here, you’re going to be history. Little bits of you will be scattered all over the block."
Charlie was XXXX to sit in helpless silence as Franklin stuffed documents into a duffel bag. When he had finished, he sauntered over to the chair.
"It’s time to say good bye. Let me fix this timer. Yep, that looks good. I wish that I could stick around and be here at the end, but I’ve got friends waiting for me. Bye bye big guy." Charlie struggled frantically against his ropes. Damn, there was no way he was going to be able to get himself free in 15 minutes. His hand brushed the jacket of his suit pocket. His cell phone! What a moron he was. In his panic, he had forgotten that he had told his partner what he was doing. If he could only get the phone out…….
 Charlie had no idea how much time had passed. He had finally managed to get a couple of fingers into his pocket, just far enough in to grasp his phone, but the damn thing kept on slipping out of his grasp. Finally, he managed to pull it out of his pocket. Please, please, don’t let me drop it, he prayed. Now, all he had to do was hit speed dial. Yes, it was ringing. Pick up, goddamn you, PICK UP!"
"Hey, Charlie, how’s the stake out going on? You need any help?"
"GGGGMMMYEEEEESSSSSHHHH! MMMHEEEELLLLPPPPPP!"
"Charlie, hey Charlie, you there/"
"GGGMMYEEEEESSSSSS! GGGMMMGETMMURMASSMOVERHERE!"
"Charlie? Charlie? What’s going on?"
 The phone slipped out of Charlie’s sweaty hand. Oh shit, now he was really screwed. He kept on yelling through his gag, jerking around in the chair, trying to get loose. Things weren’t supposed to end this way. He didn’t want to be blown up into little bits. He wanted the end to come peacefully, with a cigar in one hand, and a glass of brandy in the other. Preferably when he was about a hundred years old. He was too young to die!
The back door swung open.
"Hey, Charlie, I hope that I’m not screwing things up, but you sounded…HOLY SHIT! What’s that!"
Charlie slumped in the chair as his partner snatched up the bomb and disconnected the timer. He was going to nail that Franklin bastard, and then he was going to make Martin a full partner!

Jockies

24 photos; 4:38 video

Beer and Bondage by Caitiff

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  "You are so lame!" Tony sneered at Justin's latest boast. "Well, you're full of shit!" Ted replied. Meanwhile, everybody else at the party groaned. Tony and Justin were room mates and threw the best parties on campus. But when they got a little beer in them, they both had to turn everything into a pissing contest. At first it was cute but after several hours, it was begining to be a drag. "Ok, I'll prove I can out drink you!" Justin blurted out. "Hah!" Tony retorted as he accepted the challenge. "Great. Here we go again." Danny, one of the guests said under his breath. Fred, another friend and guest of Larry and Ted, leaned over to Danny, "Don't worry, I think this will help liven up the party!"  Danny didn't know what Fred meant but soon forgot about it as everybody watched Larry and Ted drink beer after beer after beer after beer.... Before too long almost every flat surface in the room was covered by beer bottles. And soon after, both Tony and Justin were fast aXXXX. "Ok," Fred said as Larry snored loudly and pulled out a roll of duct tape, "Now to get this party started!" Justin was having a really weird dream. In it, he had been wrapped up like a catapiller. But this leaf kept slapping him in the face. He tried to move the leaf but his hands were wrapped up by his cocoon. Did catapillers even have hands? Little did he realize Tony right next to him was having a similar dream.  Ted woke up groggily. His head was pounding but he was expecting that. After drinking all that beer, of course he would have a hang over. What he didn't expect was not being to move his hands or feet!  "Mmmmm!" Justin let out a low, angry moan as his blurry vision finally focused on his friends Fred, Danny and the rest grinning at him. Justin also noticed Larry, who was tied up with tape around his hands and legs just like he was. Tony had a pitiful look on his face as he gave small moans through the tape gag that covered his mouth. Justin noticed he was also similarly gagged. Angrily, Justin glared at his so called "friends". "Well, you guys always wanted to know who was better at stuff. " Fred smirked evilly at his tape bound captives. 'Now's your chance. Let's see who can get free first!"  "Mmm meee mmmmppho!" Justin grunted, not that his words made any sense. Fred held a beer bottle up to Justin's nose. Hung over, the brew smelled rancid. Justin fought the urge to heave. he sure as hell didn't want to start vomiting while he was gagged. "First one out gets a beer. Though if neither of you gets free, then we take it all for ourselves!"  That basterd! Everybody knew how much Justin loved his beer! He was willing to share for parties but no one was going to take all of his beer! Tony seemed to concur because both young men began wiggling frantically trying to loosen the tape that bound them.  Tony put his back to Justin and stuck out his hands. "Mmmm mmm!" He grunted. Just was about to do as Tony asked and try to untie him , then stopped himself. If Tony got free first, he got to keep Justin's beer! And Justin knew he would. Justin shook his head no, then stood up on his bound legs and stuck his bound hands at Tony. "Mmmee mmphrrss!"  "Mmuuhh muhh! Mmmee mmphrss!" Tony replied through his gag, confirming in Justin's mind that Tony was planning on taking Justin's beer for himself! Justin started hopping up and down as both men grunted to be untied first by the other. Justin got so pissed that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.  Meanwhile. everybody else was enjoying the show. Though Justin and Tony were great guys normally, they could be real assholes when it came to beer for some reason. It was nice seeing them get a little payback for a change. Tony must have wanted a little payback too because he stood up and started grunting in a suspiciously gloating way. Though just as tied up and gagged as his room mate, Tony seemed to be enjoying Justin's predicament. Little did the others know that usually it was Tony who was the one who got tied up by Justin. Tony liked seeing Justin on the other end for a change.  Unfortunately, Tony's gloating didn't last long. Justin swung out his legs, catching Tony's and making him loose his balance. Both young men were now on the ground, rolling and grunting loudly.  Watching them, the others couldn't be sure if the room mates were fighting or trying to make out. Both Justin and Tony rolled around as much as their bondage allowed and grunted at each other loudly through their gags. Each trying to get on top of the other in some kind of weird bound and gagged wrestling match.      "Uhhh, maybe we should make sure they don't hurt each other" Danny suggested, noticing how brutal the competition was getting. While Tony head butted Justin in the chest, Justin was pressing his body firmly down on Tony. The others agreed that maybe it was getting a little rough and soon the room mates found themselves taped back to back on the floor.  While the rest of the partiers played cards, Tony and Justin at bound and gagged. Each gave out long "Mmmmpphs!" to be let free. Justin was even ready to give them the beer if they would just untie him. But nobody was listening. Everybody else pretty much pretended like the bound and gagged young men weren't even there. Finally realizing that neither was going to get free on his own, Tony and Justin began picking at the tape binding the other's wrists. Unfortunately they soon realized a problem with being tied up with duct tape. There were no knots to undo. Try as they might, neither could find where the tape began to even try to unwrap it. It was too many layers to simply tear. And to make it even worse, all the struggling each had done had twisted the tape until it hard, unbreakable strands. Helpless, they could only stare at each other. Even though they were both gagged, the look each gave the other made it clear they both knew how royally screwed they were.  Hours later and Tony and Justin were still no where close to getting loose. Most of the other partiers either had gone home of had crashed in the bed rooms, confident that their hosts wouldn't be using the beds that night. Fred was the last one to go to bed. He played around with the tape, taping his victim's heads together for fun. But with it nearly morning, even Fred was beginning to get tired. as one last joke, he covered his captive hosts' heads with an empty beer box and then went to XXXX, confident they would be free when he woke up. They would probably even have a little revenge planned for him. But that didn't worry Fred. He was a good sport and if they wanted to tie him up as a little revenge, he was man enough to take it.  Later that after noon, Fred finally woke up and checked on his bound and gagged hosts. Though they had managed to get free from the tape binding them to each other, neither had yet managed to undo the tape binding thier wrists, legs or mouths. Both young men looked exhausted though not as miserable as Fred thought they might have. Staring at his friends as they continued to try to free themselves, Fred considered getting a knife from the kitchen and finally letting them go.  They don't seem that bad off, Fred thought as he watched the pair wiggle on top of each other's bound bodies, I guess I can let them go on a little while longer. Tape gagged, neither Justin nor Tony could really argue.   The End Justin played by Justin Tony played by Jason Photography by Caitiff 05/27/2002

Next Day Service by Soft Touch

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            “What the hell happened?  Where am I?” Martin thought while he tried top get his two bleary eyes to focus.  Martin remembered coming out of work and walking into the parking lot, thinking mainly about the term paper that was due tomorrow.  Then he felt a little sting and looked down at his arm to see a little dart with fuzzy feathers sticking into him.  Then he began to feel really dizzy and weak before finding himself in a car with the scenery whizzing by, and then he was here wherever here was.
            Martin looked around at the strange room and then he saw two strange looking men towering over him.  Both of the men were dressed in long white coats with blue breathing masks over their noses and mouths, amber goggles over their eyes, and green kitchen gloves on their hands.  The shorter one had a gentle matter of fact voice.  The tall one didn't say anything, he just wrote everything down on a clipboard.
            “Ah, now what do we have here?” the short one said.  “Oh yes, this must be Specimen 187B.”
            “I'm not a specimen!  My name is Martin, and I'm a college student, and I have a part time job, and I want to get out of here!” Martin tried to tell the two strange men, but the sticky tape that was covering his mouth and the soft cloth wedged in between his teeth and his tongue wouldn't let him make any more than frightened humming sounds.
            The short one ignored Martin’s panicked sounds and studied the clipboard the tall one was holding for him.  “Yes, here it is.  Medium height, medium build, brown hair and blue eyes; yes, that all checks.”
            This couldn't be happening to him.  It had to be some kind of nightmare!  Martin began struggling against the tight ropes and kicking his feet against the floor in his desperation to be recognized as a real person.
            “Now 187B, none of that,” the short man chided him gently. 
Then the tall one grabbed Martin’s legs with his strong hands and held them together while he wrapped more rope around to secure them.  Martin tried to resist, but he was still feeling kind of weak from whatever stuff was in that dart.
            “Really 187B, there is no need to get so excited.  We're just going to ask you a few questions before we take you downstairs for your detailed physical examination.  Now I know that you can't talk properly with that gag in your mouth, but I want you to nod your head, okay?”
            Martin was feeling very confused so he began dumbly nodding his head at the short one while he studied the tight ropes the tall one had used to weld his legs tightly together.
            “Now have you had all of the usual childhood diseases?  And would you describe yourself as being in fairly good health?  Any history of mental illness in your family?  Oh, and would you say that you are a sexually active person?”
            Martin didn't understand.  Why had they taken him?  Why were they asking him all of these strange questions?
            “Very good Martin.  Now if you can just pass your detailed physical, we can have you on a ten-thirty flight tonight.”
            Martin started making choking sounds back in his throat and wrestled against the ropes.  He wasn't going flying anywhere!
            “Now don't make a face 187B.  The new cargo holds are much more comfortable than the old ones.  Now we're going to have to ask you to wait here awhile until they finish examining the Specimen ahead of you.”
            And then the two strange men just walked away and left Martin there all alone.  Martin couldn't believe it!  He wasn't going to wait anywhere.  He was going to get out of here now!
            But no matter how much Martin struggled and rolled around on the floor, the tight ropes just gripped him tighter and tighter, and the sodden cloth in his mouth just kept on getting bigger and juicier.  And then he heard footsteps.
            “No, no 187B, you mustn't struggle around like that.  You might injure yourself and we can't have that, can we?  More rope please.”
            Martin watched helplessly while the tall one drew more strong rope out of his pocket and then began lashing it tightly between Martin’s wrists and his ankles until the poor student’s hands and feet were almost touching each other.
            “There really isn't any reason for you to be afraid, 187B.  According to our Customer Satisfaction Reports, the Client who selected you usually keeps his Specimens comfortable in the big house for two months or more before he tires of them and sends them out to work in the fields.  And less than two percent of those died from snake or alligator bites.”             Bites--!  Martin didn't want any bites!
            “Now do be patient, 187B.  They're almost ready for you down in Exam.”
            Then the two strange men walked away and left Martin shaking tears out of his eyes.  What had Martin done to deserve this?  He had always tried to be a good boy?  Martin looked up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the pain of the tight ropes that were digging into him everywhere.  And then he heard the two men coming back.
            “See 187B, that didn't take long.  Now they are ready to give you a nice detailed examination.”
            Martin shook his head from side to side and made pleading noises into the juicy cloth.
            “Now don't carry on so, some of our young men find their exam to be a very pleasurable experience.  That’s better, 187B.  Now just as a precaution, we're going to give you a little something to calm you down while we get you ready for your exam.”
            Martin huffed into his gag and begged them not to give him anything, but the tall one just wrapped his strong hand around the back of Martin’s neck and then started moving a big snowball of damp cotton toward Martin’s nose.
            Then Martin only had a few moments to notice the strong smell of wild cherries before he started feeling really dizzy and then everything started getting very dark.
            “Martin…!  Come on Martin, wake up!  You're going to be late for work,” an angry voice yelled at him in the dark.
            Martin struggled to open his eyes and was surprised to see the familiar surroundings of his off-campus apartment.  And then he saw his hairy roommate drying himself off with a big towel.
            “Come on, Martin.  You promised to pay your share of the rent on this dump, remember?”
            At first Martin was very relieved to discover that it had all been just some kind of weird nightmare.  But then he began to wonder, why was he having dreams like that?

Rope Gag by Gilroy

40 photos; 2:50 video

    “I’ve never actually done this before.”, Dan was nervous. As cute as this guy was, he was having second thoughts.  When he had replied to this guy’s online ad he had no idea the guy would be so kinky.   Though if he had wanted to back out, it was a little late now that he was bare ass naked with his hands tied behind his back.  And from the huge boner Dan’s trick had, he was really getting off  on having Dan tied up and helpless.
    “Don’t worry” Greg said a she checked the ropes around Dan’s body.  Virgins were always so much fun.  This one had been particularly easy.  And what a nice body.  Greg’s mind raced with al the things he was going to do with Dan.  The real fun began once Dan figured out that he wasn’t going to get free.
    Suddenly Greg’s cell phone went off.
    “Damn, sorry.  Important client”, Greg said as he answered.
    “Should we ..uhh do this later?” Dan asked.      “No!   No, not you.  Ok..uhhh I have that in my car. Can you hold”
    Greg hung up the phone.  “Ok slight snag.  Gotta go to my car and run a  few numbers off to my client. Won’t take a sec.”
    “Am I just supposed to just stand here naked and tied up?” Dan said incredulous.
    “No. “ Greg said as he led Dan to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. “I’ll just cover you up until I get back.”
    Tied up, Dan didn't’ see he had much of a choice.  He meekly accepted it as the blanket was placed over his head.

The Problem with Fraud by Caitiff

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 “Damn, not so tight!”, Reggie bitched as his friends bound hs hands behind his back.
“We gotta make it look good.” Dave, said as he worked on the knots.
“You don’t have to.. Mmpph!”, Reggie’s complaints were cut off as a strip of tape was plastered over his mouth. Reggie then had more rope tied around his body. Gagged and bound, reggie could only stare at his friends as he began to have second thoughts.
It had seemed like a good idea. His friends would tie Reggie’s ass up and take a few of the valuables in the house. Then when his girlfriend came home, he would get tonnes of sympathy and they would have to finally get that entertainment centre Reggie had been wanting. The insurance would pay for it all and Everybody would be happy.
But as he twisted in his bondage, Reggie realised he was really tied up. He would not be getting free until somebody let him go. But with this damn tape gag he certainly couldn’t back out now.  Dave pushed Reggie down on the floor while Jerry and Tom picked up Reggie’s old crap. The PS/2, the worn out VCR and the 10 year old television, they all were taken away. They even took the little boom box stereo. Reggie comforted himself with thoughts of the new stuff he was going to be getting. Reggie could see a huge plasma television and a blue ray and a Wii and probably an entertainment centre.
His friends were not gentle as they moved The old stuff out. Jerry practically shoved Reggie out of the way as they walked the TV out the back where no one would see.
“Mmmmm!”, Reggie protested but gagged that meant very little. Reggie heard a crash from the kitchen and practically jumped out of his skin.
 “Sorry. My bad.”, Reggie heard one of his friends say. “Dropped a glass.”
“Don’t worry about it. It adds realism.” Reggie heard Tom say.
Don’t worry about it! These guys could be a bit more careful with his stuff.
“All right sunshine, time ot finish you off.”, Dave said as he lifted Reggie up to his feet and pushed him towards the couch. Reggie knew Dave was just kidding but he still wished his so called friend wouldn’t be so rough. and what did he mean, finish him off? Reggie was already bound and gagged. What more could they do to him?
Reggie hadn't’ considered he could have been hog tied. After he was laid on the couch, his feet were tied closely to his hands with more rope, leaving Reggie into a nice neat little package. Reggie was now really uncomfortable. He was also in way too deep now.
 “Ok, that’s the stuff. We’ll see you in a week so it doesn’t look suspicious. Your girl should be home in an hour. “, Dave said as he and the rest of Reggie’s friends finished up. “Hang tight!” reggie groaned at the horrible pun.
Soon he was alone. Reggie rolled around to test the ropes and as before, found he could not get free. he was stuck. Thank god his girlfriend, Julie would be home soon.
From the hallway, Reggie heard the phone ring and then the machine pick up. Julie’s voice came on, probably to say that she was at the airport and coming home.
Or not.
“Hey Honey. The airline screwed up my flight. I’m stuck in Denver for at least another day or more. I probably will be home tomorrow. I hope. Oh and I’m sorry but I forgot to mail off some of the bills like the renter’s insurance. But the guy said as long as we don't’ get robbed between now and when I get back, it should be ok. You take care. later. ”
Oh shit.

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