Lending a Hand by JMZ

20 photos; 6:19 video

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

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

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

“If you don’t let me go I’m going to kill you”. I didn’t respond.
“Baby I’m sorry I’ll get a job”, he whined. I didn’t respond.
I dragged him onto the couch, but something was missing. I walked to the kitchen while Joe flopped back and forth on the couch like a fish out of water. He shouted a slew of curse words. I pulled a new roll of duct tape from the drawer. As I made my way to him duct tape in hand his eyes widened.
 
            The tape around his mouth looked nice. The indentation of his lips protruded making two silver bumps. He spoke through the tape as if I understood him.
“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPH”, he muffed.

Furthermore he added. “MMPPH, MMPHH, MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH”.
“Okay sweetie, I love you too” I snickered.
This infuriated him. He pulled and tugged at the knot binding his wrists. He contorted his body into yoga positions. He struggled, his face red, his eyes wide, and his hard body bouncing on the couch. A thought occurred to me, as he fought with himself. I had let my anger get the better of me. This was not going to accomplish what I intended. I decided I decided to take advantage of the situation. He would probably leave me after this anyway.
 
            I worked my way through the slit of his boxer shorts to the thing which had brought me so much pleasure through the past 2 years. I stroked him gently, he became hard. His muffled angry words softened to a low moan. He fought me and indulged me at the same time. He was hard and thick. I held him in my hand slowly rubbing him up and down, he struggled less. My fingers found their way down to his sac. I squeezed cautiously but firmly. His bound body and sealed mouth turned me on in a weird way. His helplessness excited me. After a few minutes it was over. I untied him and slowly pulled the tape from his mouth. The next week he found a job. Every once in a while we pretend he didn’t so we could have another talk.

Pretty Boi

25 photos; 6:45 video

Model : Remy
Photography Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/23/2017

A Little Privacy by Caitiff

63 photos

 

 

 "Mmmmm! Mmmfphh!", Mr. Smith of Smith and Son's leather Novelties grunted into the plug gag that filled his mouth. Mr. Smith's company made these gags, they were his biggest seller. But he didn't think he would have one of his best products XXXX into his mouth against his will!

 

It had started like any other day. Mr. Smith had been the first in the office to do the receipts. Or so he thought. He had walked right into the building, leaving the door unlocked as he always had. Mr. Smith was just about to get out the records when he noticed the new Gagmaster 2000, the latest plug gag from R&D. It was supposed to be completely safe and once in place, couldn't be removed.

 

Oh what the hell, thought Mr. Smith. Why not try it out? Bondage gear was the best product Smith and Son's made, as far as Mr. Smith was concerned. He made it a personal mission to make sure that every piece of bondage gear that the company made was tried on an actual human being. Mr. Smith loved being tied up and gagged. So did a lot of his employees. Somebody always ended up bound and gagged during the work day.

 

 Mr. Smith put the gag into his moth and snapped the buckle. Mr. Smith moved his tongue around, trying to wedge the plug out but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the gag out of his mouth using his mouth alone. It was perfect! Mr. Smith took off his shirt and shoes and put his hands behind his back, pretending that he had been XXXX and was being held for ransom. Pretending that he had been tied up against his will and was being XXXX to do whatever his kidnappers wanted!

 

"Mmmmmpph!" Mr. Smith let out a long moan, temporarily getting into the mood. Ahh, but the receipts weren't going to do themselves.

 

Mr. Smith was just about to undo the buckle when he heard a stranger's voice say "Don't bother. It will save time."

 

Three men, all wearing masks had walked right into the door that Mr. Smith had unlocked and were now robbing him! Already gagged, the robbers completed the bondage by tying Mr. Smith onto a chair and putting him in a storage closet. They then closed the door.

 

 That had been hours ago. Mr. Smith heard his employees coming into work. Mr. Smith strained at the ropes but they held tight. He also grunted through the gag but no one seemed to hear. Shit, didn't somebody at least wonder where he was?

 

Suddenly the door opened. At last, somebody found him!

 

"Hey, Mr. Smith!" It was Dithers from R&D." See you're trying out the new Gagmaster! Hope you're enjoying it "

 

Yes, very nice. Now untie me! Mr. Smith tried to say but it came out as "Mmmm, mmfph mmmm MMMWwppffmm!"

 

"Cool. Well, I'll be in my cubicle if you want to talk more about it. I made it so it absorbs sound." Dithers then left, closing the door behind him!

 

 "Mmmmpphh! Mmmmm!" But Dithers was gone. Oh great, thought Mr. Smith, Dithers thought I was playing around. I have to get somebody to figure out that I'm really tied up against my will!

 

A little while after Dithers, Rogers from accounting opened the door, looking for white out. "Hey, Mr. Smith! I heard you liked to get in your work but wow!"

 

"Mmmppf!"

 

"Yeah, it looks great. I'm glad you decided to try out the Gagmaster. Some of the guys wanted to try it on me!" The young man joked as he looked for the office supplies. "Well, I'll leave you to it then!" and Mr. Smith was left alone again.

 

 Mr. Smith was growing furious! Surely somebody would figure out that he didn't want to be tied up! Somebody had to untie him!

 

Mr. Smith's secretary, Ms. Franklin, opened the closet door.

 

"MMMMMMM!" Mr. Smith yelled through his gag, demanding to be released.

 

"Oh, sorry Mr. Smith. I didn't know you were in here. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed until your done with your market testing." Ms. Franklin said and shut the door!

 

 Oh, for crying out loud! How long could this go on? Mr. Smith wondered.

 

It went on all day. All day, people would come in and see Mr. Smith. But instead of doing the sensible thing and untying him, they congratulated him on the new Gagmaster, or admired his dedication to work or simply got what they were looking for and left. Dennis from customer service took pictures!

 

Mr. Smith tried to get them to understand. He yelled angrily through the gag. He moaned pitifully through the unshakable gag. He even shook his chair as much as his bonds allowed. But everybody thought he was just getting into the fun. No one would untie him!

 

Mr. Smith didn't know how much time he had been tied up. He had done self bondage lots of times and was used to being restrained for hours on end. Under different circumstances, being bound and gagged to the chair in the closet would even have been fun! It just wasn't fun now! Who knows what those robbers who had tied him up had taken!

 

Suddenly Mr. Smith noticed that the normal sound of the office had died down. Realizing that he had to get out of the closet, Mr. Smith used all his strength to move his chair over to the door. He then butted his head to open the door. It took a while but the door did eventually budge open.

 

Why didn't I think of this before?! Unfortunately, Mr. Smith soon realized that it was too late. Near the front door, h heard MS. Franklin talking to another co-worker.

 

"Where's Mr. Smith?"

 

 

"Oh, you know him. He probably had somebody untie him and went home early. Set the alarm. I want to go home!"

 

Mr. Smith heard the beep of the alarm being turned on and the front door closing, locking him inside for the night.

 

 

 

The End

 

Mr. Smith played by Tony

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 04/05/2002

In His BVDs by Fidelis

16 photos

kevin played by Troy

Photography by Caitiff

Terror Training By John

36 photos

 

 

 

          After our terrorist got Billy good and tied up Billy started screaming and tossing about trying to get up on his feet so that he might be able to move around better. All you could hear from Billy was some low moans and grunts, and the occasional scream for help, but of course that was so muffled you couldn’t really understand it. 
           After what seemed to be about 30 minutes of just watching Billy twist and contort his body trying to free himself from the ropes and handcuff to no avail, he finally managed to get to a standing position. Well….Our “terrorist” didn’t like that at all and so he grabbed Billy’s arms and put them over his head and tied a rope around a beam that ran across the room and stretched Billy’s torso and arms up towards the ceiling.

 

           What a sight! I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I was getting so turned on by all this rough man to man play. And I knew that it was just play, but damn, I wanted to take over as the terrorist since this WAS my new partner.
           At the new member dinner we had just the other night, Billy had no problems stating how big his “manhood” was in front of all of us.  I mean…this kid was right out of the corn-fed boys from Nebraska. Well, we decided to find out for ourselves. So we began to rip off Billy’s clothes. Opening up his shirt and exposing his red nipples. YUM!
Next came the pants. 
           WOW. It seems that Billy wasn’t kidding. Either that or he REALLY enjoyed what we were doing to him, because just looking at him there in his tighty whities he looked really good and really hung. I thought to myself “how fun would that be to play with during our shifts in the patrol car together?”. And finally, the underwear…it was pulled down to the floor exposing Billy’s cock. His cock pointed straight out towards us, like it was going to take revenge on us if it ever got loose. 
           “Oh shit, the Captain is here!” screamed Ted, who was our lookout. We quickly grabbed some rope tied Billy’s cock and balls to one end and the other end to the door, so that when our Captain came in the door, he would pull the rope that was attached to Billy’s cock and balls. How fun this day was turning out to be!

 

 

Billy played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

 

The Cap

20 photos

Model: Angel

Photography: Caitiff

From Behind

25 photos; 4:19 video

The Victim played by Dominic
The Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 09/01/2011

Worker Retreat pt 7 by Caitiff

22 photos; 2:24 video

 

Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 6"

The barn was full of the moaning of bound men. Even after hours of being in bondage, their struggles continued. Seven men were all tied up and gagged in a row.
Drew and Rawy had been tied up the longest. Their arms were tired from being bound up above their heads. The tight cleave gags filling their mouths were sodden with spit. The fight was almost out of these two. They had been tied up and gagged for so long that they didn’t even resist anymore when their kidnappers checked their ropes and gags.
Zac was next in line. He still struggled against the ropes, for all the good it did him. His arms were bound above his head like all the others, a black cleave gag was tied cruelly tight between his lips. Every so often one of the kidnappers felt him up, tightening the ropes. Zac protested through the gag. The kidnappers only laughed.
Next was Uriah. He hadn’t given up quite yet. Not that it mattered. The men who had grabbed him knew how to tie up a guy. Uriah had thought that having his hands in front o him would help him get free but it hadn't’ worked out that way. When Uriah got even close to doing anything that might have helped him free himself, the kidnappers gave him a punch in the gut and tightened the ropes and gag even more.
Next to Uriah was Cliff Snatch, the man who employed all of the hostages at his company. He had no idea what was going on. He just knew he wasn’t used to not being the one in control. He would have traded all of his employees if they would let him go. He could always get more employees. But being gagged, he couldn’t bring it up.
Finally there was Chad and Sammy. Unlike the others who were gagged with cloths tied around their heads, these two had tape wrapped around their heads, sealing their mouths shut. Being the most recently caught, they also struggled the most. The pulled on the ropes and grunted into their gags and got slapped around by the kidnappers the more for it.
The only member of the company not in the barn was Craig. The kidnappers knew where he was, though. He had actually been the first tied up but not by the kidnappers. As a practical joke, Rawy and Drew had tied him to a tree right before they themselves had been captured.
Before leaving to fetch Craig, the kidnappers blindfolded all of their current hostages. It would help keep them in line. It was also part of the plan.
They found poor Craig still tied to that tree, mmphing through the tape his co-workers had plastered over his mouth. The kidnappers untied Craig but didn’t let him take off the tape gag. Grabbing each arm, the hustled Craig to the barn where his co-workers were being kept captive.
They led Craig into the room and let him have a good long look at the line of bound and gagged men. One of the kidnappers, Slade, then ripped off Craig’s tape gag.
“Oww..mmmppphh!”, Craig’s cry was cut off by a hand over his mouth. He was led to another part of the barn where none of the hostages would hear.
“So..” Slade asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s perfect! Well worth the money I paid you both.” Craig responded. For years he had taken abuse from his boss and fellow co-workers. Now it was his turn. So arranging this “company retreat”, Craig had paid Slade and DeBarr to XXXX his co-workers one by one so Craig could get his revenge.
He would start with Drew and Rawy, who had tied him to that tree in the cold for hours. Craig’s mind was already spinning from all the degrading things he would make them do.
He would have fun XXXX Zac and Uriah. Feeling up Uriah’s package and the growing bulge as he did so, Craig decided that Uriah would be especially fun.
His boss would get special attention. Mr. Snatch was ticklish and Craig gave him a taste of things to come by going right after Cliff’s sensitive spots.
Sammy would be fun too. He had such a mouth on him, always making smart remarks. Craig would keep Sammy gagged constantly.
And finally there was Chad. Craig didn't’ know if he was more turned on by Uriah’s dick or Chad’s ass, which was a nice bubble butt. Playing with it while Chad squirmed in his bondage, grunting into his gag at his unknown attacker, gave Craig a huge woody.
Seven men to do with as he pleased for as long as the company accounts held out. And none of them would even know it was Craig. After all, Craig was still tied up to that tree.

The End

Craig played by Craig
Rawy played by Rawy
Andrew played by Andrew
Zac played by Zac
Uriah played by Uriah

Mr. Cliff Snatch played by Cliff
Sammy played by Sammy
Chad played by Chad
Slade played by Slade
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/14/2010

Worker Retreat pt 6 by Caitiff

25 photos; 3:16 video

 

Worker Retreat pt 5 by Caitiff

20 photos; 3:11 video

 

Muscle Bound By Kurt

26 photos

As he came to, the first thing that came into focus was his own lap. A webbing of white rope was tied over his denim-clad package, and as he tried to bring his hands up to his throbbing head, he realized they were tied behind his back and somehow attached to the ropes around his waist. As he struggled, he felt a strange rubbing in his ass crack...the rope was tied in there too! 
Jeff's head began to clear and suddenly his eyes focused on his attacker, who stood silently in front of him. Tall, muscular, dressed in tight black jeans and T, and ski-masked. He held Jeff's white T-shirt in his hands, and began tearing it apart.
"Hey!" Jeff protested, "That shirt cost thirty...GUMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!" His words were cut off as the intruder tied a thick strip of what had been Jeff's shirt into his mouth and tied it off behind his head, forming a thick cleave gag.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole." he growled, as he picked up more rope and began to tie Jeff's knees and ankles together. Still confused, Jeff didn't even struggle as he was bound and gagged by the stranger in his living room. After he tied off the last knot on Jeff's ankles, he stood up and went into the bedroom. Jeff heard the sounds of drawers being pulled and rifled through. Suddenly galvanized, he began to struggle like a madman. Grunting into the gag, he was furious that his massive strength had been negated by a few strands of strategically tied rope. Every movement of his hands caused the roping around his midsection to pull and tighten up around his groin and ass. Jeff had to admit that it wasn't an unpleasurable feeling, but he didn't have time for that now. Using every ounce of his upper-body strength, he managed to get up off the couch, balancing himself carefully on his bound legs. Carefully, he took one bunny-hop, then another, slowly making his way across the living room to the front door. If only he could get out into the hallway, he knew one of his neighbors would help him out.....

Jeff played by Tony
Photography by Caitiff

Worker Retreat pt 4 by Caitiff

18 photos; 2:24 video

 

In A Haze by E.F. Gantry

26 photos

"Ok, now that you have streaked through the football game in your jock we have one last thing to do before you're an official member, OK?" Fred explained to the half naked pledge in front of him, Lou.

"Uh...ok. What do I need to do?" asked Lou.

"Just hold still and cross your wrists in front you" Fred demanded as he pulled out a long length of black rope with which he tied Lou's hands securely in front of him.

"Well, ok...if your sure about this." Lou replied nervously. He would anything to join the prestigous fraternity.

"Oh, and lock the door" Fred said.

With that, Fred put on a little Frank Sinatra. He selected the song "You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You". Lou arched his eyebrows at the decision but he figured it must have just been part of the ritual that many had had to endure before him. As was the candles that Fred lit around the room and the bottle of port he opened and poured into a glass for himself.

Fred, after pouring his wine, tossed Lou a blindfold and a gag. Lou fumbled, barely catching both with his bound hands and looked oddly at Fred.

"Well?" said Fred, "Are you in or are you out?"

The dulcet tones of Frank in his prime filled the room as Lou uneasily placed the gag and the blindfold on his head.

"Now on your knees," Fred commanded.

"What's that click sound, Lou thought. He tried to ask but the gag garbled his words.

"Oh nothing." Said Fred as he clicked off a few pictures. "Now why don't you just lie down to commemorate the evening"

Fred placed his glass on the table and with another length of the black rope, tied Lou's ankle's together. "Now Now, "Said Fred, "Hold still."

"O ffaaay" Lou replied through the gag.

"There now. Comfy? Fred asked. Lou shrugged and nodded yes. "Well, we can't have that now, can we? Sit up and place your wrists by your ankles."

The final piece of rope was white and much loner then the two other pieces of rope that it joined together, tying Lou into a tight little ball.

Gosh, thought Lou, did every pledge have to go through this as the Chairman of the Board began to croon " I did it My Way".

"Don't worry. "Said Fred as he brought out the paddle covered in course rope. "It will all be over in a moment of two. "

"Now, turn over on your side and brace yourself."

With that, Fred steadied himself, planted both feet firmly and warmed up his arms.

I wonder what going on, though Lou. He soon found out as the first blows struck Lou's ass with a loud clap!

Lou shrieks came through his gag but then gritted his teeth. If his father and all his uncles had endured this same punishment, Lou was determined to do the same.

Fred smiled with glee as he sang along with Sinatra, landing blow and blow on Lou's bare tush in tune with the song "I Did it my Way". Lou's ass soon began to turn beet red under the punishment.

Finally, after a flurry of blows, Fred was satisfied with the fine red hue that had blossomed across Lou's buttocks. Fred smiled and hoisted the paddle up onto his shoulder. With a wry grin, he said " Lou, thank you very much for a very humorous evening."

"Sfffooo, mmmm eee aa memffer?" Lou's words were almost unintelligible but Fred understood.

" Are you a member of the Pi Delta Phi frat?" Fred asked to confirm. Lou nodded. "well, "Fred continued,' I imagine you would be if I had been part a member of the frat. Now let's see what else we can do with that ass."

The End

 

Lou played by Lewis

Fred's hands played by Jake

Photography by Caitiff

Perils of CLive by ZB

30 photos

Bastards won't let me have that now.

There was this old haunted house outside of town my fraternity sent me out to during pledge week... I didn't expect to find a crack ring. Haunted my ass.

Yelling, screaming... they kicked the shit out of me, and now I can hear them talking about blowing clearing out, and cleaning up. About leaving, and blowing the place up. With me in it.

Just when I think I can get a hand free, they tie me up even tighter... I gotta get out of here... somehow.

Worst thing is, after I started begging, they shoved the blindfold in my mouth... I can't scream, I can't talk, I can't even cuss at the bastards...

And this is it... they're leaving... , checked the rope, and they're leaving. I'm going to die, and all I can do is watch the clock count down and try to stretch these ropes out. I know I'm not gonna make it, but I've got to try... I can't just sit here and....

They didn't give me much time, so I run. My legs are free, so I just... RUN. For my life, I guess.

It's harder than it sounds. I can't balance, and I can't see really well, I keep tripping over things and fall down the porch stairs when I finally get to them... try to roll and slide and push myself away from the blast I know is coming... I flinch and... nothing happens.

There's laughing. Familiar. When I roll over, they're all there. The crack ring, my fraternity- some of them with cameras- and it all just hits me. I'm gagged, bound, for their amusement. Shit.

First one to come over here gets kicked in the shins.

Worker Retreat pt 3 by Caitiff

22 photos; 2:26 video

 

Where I want You

26 photos; 5:23 video

Model : Donovan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/09/2015

Search and Seizure by Fidelis

26 photos

"Where the hell did he go?"
Officer Greg Jameson had followed the suspected bank robber’s car to this residential neighborhood. The suspect had jumped out of the car and run down the lane way between the houses. Greg had raced after him, hoping that back up arrived soon, but now the guy had disappeared. Then he heard the tinkle of breaking glass from one of the houses. Aha, I’ve got him, he thought. Adrenaline surged through his veins. This would be a nice step towards promotion, if he caught this guy, especially if he caught him by himself. Greg tried the gate leading into the backyard. Damn! It was locked. He looked at the fence – it wasn’t that high, he could get over it. He reached up, and grabbing the top of the fence, he began to pull himself up. Ouch! He hadn’t intended on falling over in quite that way, but there was no one to see his embarrassing tumble, and the important thing was that he was now in the yard. Shit, his radio was gone! It must have been torn loose as he scrambled over the fence. That must have the clanging sound he heard – it was his radio falling into that empty garbage can. He realized that in his excitement, he hadn’t radioed in the address. Sarge would have his ass when he found out. But….if Greg could capture this criminal, that wouldn’t matter. All the mistakes that he had made as a raw rookie would be forgotten…he hoped. After all, none of the reports on the radio had mentioned that this guy was armed. Ha, he was probably hiding out in that house, shitting bricks. Arresting him would most likely be like taking candy from a baby. Sarge was a big old worrywart. Nothing bad had happened to Greg during the few weeks he had been on the XXXX. Unless you included the unfortunate incident in the Krispy Kreme parking lot, but that had been an accident, it could have happened to anyone.
Greg pulled out his XXXX, and started up the steps to the back door. He could see shattered glass lying on the doorstep. Yep, this was the right house. The felon was inside there, probably cowering in a closet, hoping that no one would find him. He wouldn’t be cowering for much longer, that much was sure. Greg would capture him, and be the hero of the day. His mother would be so proud, and he would have his pictures in the newspaper and…Oooops! Gee, the owners of this house obviously didn’t take care of their property. A well-maintained step would never have cracked like that. There were probably termites chewing away at every piece of wood in the house. Too bad it had made so much noise. But Greg wasn’t worried. By this time the rookie had convinced himself that the felon would throw himself at Greg’s knees, begging for mercy.
Greg nudged open the back door, and peered inside. Empty. Just as he had expected. He scanned the room and edged inside. Even if the bad guy was hiding inside a closet, Greg intended to be careful. He didn’t want any nasty surprises springing out at him. Now he rather wished that he had waited for back up, or had at least opened the gate and retrieved his radio. He was aware of sweat breaking out on his brow, and what was that noise he could hear? Was it his teeth chattering? He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He was a COP! He was a brave, macho cop, about to apprehend a dangerous criminal. Oh gosh, he hoped this guy wasn’t TOO dangerous. Please, please, he thought. Don’t let him have a XXXX. Maybe he just handed over a note to the teller, and threatened her with a banana in a paper bag, pretending that it was a XXXX. Yeah, that was it. Greg felt a bit better as he visualized that scenario. He was SURE that the reports over the radio hadn’t said armed and dangerous. He took a deep breath and inched further inside the house. The floor creaked and he jumped. These old houses, always settling and making strange noises. It was silly to be afraid of the noises, unless …..Greg gulped, the noise was accompanied by the feeling of cold metal pressing into your temple.
"My, my. What do we have here? A cop! And a baby cop at that. When did they start taking recruits from kindergarten?"
In a trembling voice, Greg said; "You’re under arrest. ….OUCH!"
"I’m under arrest, am I? I don’t think so, pig.  We don’t want anyone getting hurt, do we piggy wiggy? Or are you going to huff and puff and blow the house down?"
Greg’s XXXX feel from his hands, his fingers feeling lifeless. Oh shit, oh shit, he was in trouble, big time trouble. He wanted Sarge!
"On your knees, cop, nice and slow. Don’t make any sudden moves – I would hate to have to hurt a little baby cop like you. That’s good. Now put your hands behind your back."
Greg fell to his knees, sweat running down his body. He was so afraid that he thought he might piss himself. He could see it now. His picture would be in the papers, but…not the way he had hoped. He could see the headlines . ‘Rookie cop XXXXned down.’ Oh hell and damnation, why hadn’t he waited? He clenched his teeth, trying to stop them from chattering together. He didn’t want this guy to see how frightened he was. He slowly brought his hands behind his back. He didn’t dare turn around as he felt the bad guy rummaging around in his duty belt. He knew what the guy was after. Yep, he knew he was right. Greg felt the cold steel of his own cuffs fasten around his wrists. He bit down on his lower lip, attempting not to cry out in pain. The bastard had fastened them way too tight.
"OK, piglet, let’s go for a little walk. I want to make you nice and comfy. "
Greg was helpless to resist as the robber hoisted him to his feet. With the XXXX pressing into his back, he stumbled into the living room. He almost fell over a small footstool that stood in the middle of the floor.
"Stop right there, piglet. Why don’t you have a seat and make yourself comfortable?"
Greg turned around, and lowered down onto the stool. Just as he sat down, he heard voices through the broken window. "Jameson, where the hell are you? Jameson!"
Greg opened his mouth to yell for help. "MMMMPHHH!" He XXXXd as the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his mouth. "Now, I have to warn you, that wouldn’t be a smart move, piglet. I would have to blow off your head if you yelled, and then I would have to shoot Pooh Bear and Eeyore, too. You wouldn’t want that, would you, piglet?"
"GGGMMNOOO. MMMNOSHOOTMPLISS."
"Good boy. Now you just sit there nice and quiet, like a good baby cop, until all that noise goes away. Do you understand me?"
"MMMPYESH!" Greg couldn’t nod his hand, with the XXXX jammed into his mouth, but he hoped that the robber could understand his garbled speech. Eventually the voices faded away into the distance; the other guys must be searching for him further down the lane way. The robber pulled the XXXX out of Greg’s mouth. "That was very good, cop. Let’s get down to business. I found some useful stuff in that closet, while I was waiting for you. They sure don’t teach you guys how to be quiet in the academy, do they? I thought that a herd of elephants was after me, not just one baby cop. However, that doesn’t matter. Here you are, and here you’re going to stay. Once I’ve made sure that you will keep quiet and won’t run away."
Greg gulped as the bad guy pulled a roll of black tape out of his bag. Oh shit, this guy was going to gag him. Greg whimpered as the tape was wound round and round his head, pressing his lips against his teeth. Yuck, it tasted nasty.
"Hmm, that looks much better. I think you need one more piece, right here. Great. That should keep you quiet. And just to make sure you don’t go running away in search of your cop friends, this should keep you in place on that nice comfy stool."
Greg groaned as rope was wound his chest and forearms. Darn, why did this guy have to tie it so tight? It hurt. More rope went around his thighs and his ankles, firmly anchoring him to the stool.
"Don’t you make a nice package, cop. I wish I could stick around and wait for your friends to find you, but I do have to make a get away. I’ll just find some clothes to change into, and I’ll be on my way. It’s too bad that you aren’t closer to my size. No one would stop a cop! But you’re just a bit too small. Have fun, cop!"
Grrr, who did this guy think he was, making fun of Greg’s size? He had passed the requirements for the XXXX and that was all that mattered. The robber wasn’t going to get away with this! Greg would get free of these ropes, and he would catch the guy before he left the house! Oh, these ropes were tight, way too tight. Ouch, and so were his cuffs. Greg tried to lurch to his feet, and sat down again. OK, that wasn’t going to work, not with his legs and thighs tied to the stool. He would just have to break it into pieces. It couldn’t be that difficult. It hadn’t looked too sturdy to him. All he had to do was rock back and forth again, the legs would break, and then he could free of the rope. His hands might be a bit more difficult, but with his legs free, at least he could get out of the house and warn the other guys.

Greg started rocking the stool. OH SHIT! That wasn’t supposed to happen. Oh, that hurt. At least he had fallen on to a nice thick rug. Greg kicked his legs, and thrashed around on the floor, trying to break the stool, or to somehow dislodge it. Maybe he could slide the ropes that bound his ankles off the legs of the stool. That would be a start. He thumped and struggled, but to no avail. Darn, this wasn’t going to work either. What now?

Greg started crawling across the floor on his stomach, dragging the stool with him. It wasn’t easy with his legs and feet tied to the stool. Inch by painful inch, he made his way across the floor. He was panting with exertion, drenched in sweat. The stool didn’t seem quite so flimsy now, as it lay on the back of his legs. Gee, it must weigh a ton! He took a break, lying panting on the floor. He heard a commotion in the back yard, and then footsteps thundering up the back steps, accompanied by a crashing sound and curses. Yep, definitely termites in those steps.
"JAMESON!"
"MMMHISARGE."

 

THE END

 

Officer Jameson played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 12/04/2003

Worker Retreat pt 2 by Caitiff

40 photos; 1:39 video

 

Van's Jock Strap

26 photos

Finally Friday by Toledo Tye

25 photos; 7:03 video

Finally it was Friday! It had been a rough work week but it was over and I had paycheck in hand heading for my car. All I needed to do was make it to the bank and then I had the rest of the weekend to relax and recover before the next work week began. I headed off to the bank only to be stopped by a freight train blocking the only crossing. Damn; just my luck! I sat impatiently as the train slowly went by as I kept checking the time; it was getting close to closing time at the bank. Eventually, the train moved on and I headed quickly to the bank
I quickly entered along with 4 guys behind me just as a bank employee locked the doors. Just made it; what luck. I thought it strange that these 4 guys had ski masks on as it wasn’t all that cold outside. Just then they ordered everyone to the floor. “This is a stick up; just do what we say and nobody will be harmed.” 3 of them surrounded the bank lobby while one approached the tellers and had them fill bags with cash from their drawers. Once they were satisfied they had gotten enough loot they began to head for the door. They stopped standing over me and said “Let’s take someone so we have some leverage.” “Get up!” they barked at me. “Move” Terrified I complied as they escorted me with a waiting van outside. “Get in there and shut up.” They pushed me in the back of the van as it sped off. “Get some rope and tie this guy up.”
One of them held me while another grabbed some rope and ordered me to lie on my stomach and put my hands behind my back. Again, I had no choice and soon I felt him began wrapping rope around my wrists. He quickly had my wrists tied tightly and grabbed another long piece of rope. After ordering me to sit up he began tying some sort of rope harness around my torso and crotch, cinching everything very tight. “That should hold you for awhile.” He half jokingly said. “Just keep quiet and maybe we won’t hurt you.”
After about 30 mins. The van pulled into the driveway of a vacant isolated house. After stopping they threw open the side door and just said “March” Quickly they entered the house and XXXX me into a small deserted room shutting the door behind them and I heard the lock click. I struggled against the ropes but they were too tightly tied for me to make any headway and even if I did how would I escape out of the locked door. I still kept trying to get loose but was getting nowhere. I could hear them in the next room counting the money and discussing what their next move was.
Then I heard one of the say “Better check on our guest.” The door opened and the roper entered with a white rag which he rolled up and XXXX roughly into my mouth tying the ends around the back of my head. He also had more rope and after he crossed my ankles he tightly tied them together. Now I was XXXX to stay on the floor. Any chance of escape was even more remote. The ropes were very tight and I was glad they were tied over my clothes as they would have really dug into bare skin.

They were listening to the news reports on the radio and the authorities had no leads on them. They discussed that they would lay low until early morning and move on with the next phase of their operation. I heard them debating what they were going to do with me. Some of them wanted to keep me as a captive and some wanted to just leave me tied up here. I had to get loose and out of here. I struggled more with the ropes but still was getting nowhere. I kicked my shoes off in hopes of being able to escape the ropes around my ankles but that didn’t make any difference as the rope was tied too securely to slip down and off over my feet. I had a sleepless night as I desperately tried to free myself.
Then I heard them moving around again. “Check on our guest, again.” Roper came in the door and checked over his rope work. Satisfied that I was going nowhere he left and reported to the others that I was still “on ice.” They took a final vote and decided on leaving me here. I was relieved until I heard a noise of some liquid being poured out in the other room. I got a whiff of gasoline! SHIT! I’ve got to get out of here. The only headway I had made was to loosen the rope holding my ankles together. I continued to work on that as they had left and I could begin to smell smoke.
Frantically I pulled on the free piece of rope I had worked loose. Quickly I continued working with it until I was able to kick the rope off over my socks and I quickly got to my feet and headed to the door. Fortunately, they had not locked it behind them after roper’s last visit as they expected the fire to quickly take care of their hostage. I ran through the house and out the door dodging the flames.
The fire engulfed the house breaking windows as it burned. Once the flames subsided I got a hold of a piece of glass and began sawing at the ropes on my wrists. Finally I cut through the rope and after removing the rest of the ropes headed off to find the highway and some help.



The End

Model:Marco


Photography by Caitiff



 

Date of Production:11/21/2010

Shackled

24 photos

Model: Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Lab Rat by Caitiff

75 photos; 5:28 video

 

The happy gas was beginning to wear off. As I tied the subjects hands to the bed railing, I could feel him squirm and jerk. 

 

Good thing I had already tied his feet. 

 

Of course he couldn’t see what was going on with the blind fold I had put on him. All he could tell was he now being tied up hand and foot on a bed. He might have also noticed his short was gone. 

 

“Hey!.. Mmmppphh!” I clamped my hand over his mouth for a bit as I reached for my bottle. 

 

A quick squirt and it was back to happy for the lab rat. 

 

“Mmmm, that feels good.” He said as I carressed his hairy chest to see how fast his heart and breathing were going. I could see the slight chubby poking through his shorts. That was a normal reaction. 

 

I made sure the subject lay flat on his back on the bed. He was much more cooperative now that he had had a bit of happy juice. 

 

Just a little preparation left to do. 

 

 

The End?

The Subject played by Bo
The Evil Scientist played by Drake
Photography by Connor Kent

 

Date of Production: 03/19/2014

Buff

29 photos

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/16/2008

Edging the Pledge by SoftTouch

21 photos; 3:02 video