Patrick Hogtied

23 photos; 3:49 video

The Wrong House by SoftTouch

32 photos

            Following the instructions that the Lambda House had left for Tobie was fairly easy.  Find the van parked behind the grocery store, go inside, tie the purple bandanna over your eyes, and wait.  Tobie wanted to be accepted as a Pledge at the Lambda House in the worst way so he did exactly as he was told.
            Now Tobie was sitting inside the van with the soft cloth of the folded bandanna pressing his eyes closed.  And then he heard the door of the van open, someone came in and closed the door, and then whoever it was sat down very close to Tobie.
            “Are you from the Lambda House?” Tobie asked the darkness.  There was no answer.  And then Tobie began to smell a strange sweet kind of smell like the guy was wearing some strong cologne or something.  “Ooh!  What is that smell?”
            “Something for you to sniff,” a deep voice answered.
            “Sniff…?  I don't want to sniff anything.”
            Suddenly a big wad of damp cloth was being pressed over Tobie’s nose and mouth and the sweet smell on the cloth was so overpowering that he began to gag.  Tobie tried to tell him to stop, and he tried to back his face away from the XXXX cloth, but then another hand grabbed him by the back of his head and began pushing his face deeper and deeper into the damp folds of cloth.  And then a strange dizziness and darkness took Tobie away.
            By the time the dizziness lifted, Tobie knew that he was in a different place and he was feeling very confused.  The Lambda House was devoted to poetry and the arts.  Why would they treat him like this?  First there was that awful smelling cloth, and now Tobie could feel tight ropes hugging his ankles and thighs, and his chest and his wrists.  But worst of all Tobie now had some kind of thick rag tied between his teeth and filling up his mouth up with cloth.  And Tobie was feeling like he had made a terrible mistake.
            Suddenly somebody’s hands were on Tobie’s head and impatient fingers were yanking the bandanna blindfold off of his eyes.  Bright light made Tobie blink his eyes several times before he could see anything at all.  Then he looked around at a strange untidy bedroom and realized “This wasn't the Lambda House!”
            And then Tobie saw a big guy coming toward him.  The guy was dressed in jeans and a dirty sweatshirt and he had one of those rubber monster masks pulled down over his face.  And then Tobie saw something else.  The insignia on the sweatshirt was the insignia of the Hydras.  “Oh no!”  The Hydras were a crazy fringe fraternity that you would have to be completely insane to join.  People said that they practiced black magic, and they held crazy rituals, and now they held Tobie.
            “Let me out of here!” Tobie screamed as loud as he could into his mouthful of rag.  That was a mistake.
            Immediately the big guy pounced on Tobie and held him by his face while he held a beefy hand over Tobie’s gagged lips and  sneered from behind the ugly rubber mask “You ain't be hurt yet, pledge.  You want to be hurt?”
            Fear clutched at Tobie’s heart and made his insides feel queasy.
            “Now lie back on that bed and let me have a look at you.”  Strong hands pushed Tobie back onto the unmade bed and the monster mask began circling the bed and making strange chuckling sounds while he looked over his captive from every angle.  “Not bad,” the monster decided.  “Now roll over, go on!”
            Tobie didn't want to, but he didn't know what else to do.  So he struggled against the ropes and finally made himself roll over until he was lying face down on top of the smelly bedding.
            “You got nice buns pledge.  You ever been strapped or birched?”
            A moan rose up out of Tobie’s throat and he shook his head from side to side.
            “All right, back on your back.  Hurry up!  I got to get you ready for the other guys.”
            What other guys?  What were they going to do?  Tobie didn't like this at all.  Somehow he managed to roll his body over until he was lying on his back again.  And then he looked up and saw the monster mask coming toward him .
            “No!  Don’t !” Tobie screamed into his mouthful of soggy rag.
            But the monster mask just laughed.
            Tobie was so scared that he couldn't watch so he closed his eyes and tried very hard to ignore the feeling of someone else’s hands on his body and pulling at his clothes until finally he felt a draft and opened his eyes to see where it was coming from.  Now Tobie’s pants were all cut and pulled down below his knees and the monster mask was leering at his little green jockstrap and his bare thighs.
            “Not bad,” the monster mask decided, “But you need a shave.”
            A shave!  Tobie screamed inside his frightened mind.  They couldn't shave me!
            But then as Tobie looked up at the leering monster mask again he realized that there no limits on what these crazy Hydras might do to him.
            “Okay pledge, you're gonna lie right here on this bed and I'm gonna make some phone calls so the other Hydras know you're ready to give them some entertainment.”

            The monster mask walked out of the room.  Tobie tried to pinch himself.  Was this some kind of crazy nightmare he was dreaming?  No, it was all too real and Tobie suddenly realized that he didn't want to find out what kind of entertainment these Hydras might like.  He had to get out of here now!
            First Tobie wormed around on the bed and contorted his body in different ways while he tried desperately to get his fingers on the knots of the ropes that were holding him prisoner.  But, even when he managed to get his fingers on the ropes, he discovered that the knots were too tightly tied for him to even budge.
            Then Tobie became even more desperate while he managed to get his tied feet down on the floor and then levered himself up into a standing position.  Then he began to move his feet back and forth as much as the tight ropes would let him and began taking these tiny steps away from the bed.  Little by little, Tobie managed to get his bound body almost to the bedroom doorway.
            Suddenly the monster mask appeared in the doorway and clamped a big hand over Tobie’s mouth while the monster’s other hand grabbed a handful of Tobie’s shirt and began pushing him back toward the bed.
            “You just made a major mistake,” the monster mask informed him.  “Now I'm gonna have to tie you really tight, and when the guys get here, we're gonna have to punish you even more than the last Lambda we captured.”
            They'd captured other Lambdas?  They'd done this before?  Why didn't anybody ever tell Tobie these things?  These were the kind of desperate thoughts young Tobie was having while his trussed body was being manhandled back onto the bed.  Then the monster mask laughed an evil laugh while he began tying more and more rope between Tobie’s wrists and ankles until Tobie's numb fingers were close to his tingling toes.
            “Now don't go anywhere,” the monster mask advised.  “We’re gonna have us a real party tonight!”  And then the monster began to laugh and laugh as he went out the door.
            And each laugh was like the cut of a whip on Tobie’s bound body while he felt the tears running down out of his eyes to mix in with the drool that was dripping out of his mouth.  He was definitely in the wrong house, and nobody might ever hear of him again.

Tobie played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/24/2005

Tickle Discipline by Justin

32 photos; 3:11 video

   I spun him around and took the leather gag out of him mouth and quickly replaced it with a red ball gag. I worked fast he could not get anothe word out.
"MMMPPPHHHFFFF" 
"QUIET, or I will shave you head and crotch."  He calmed down and stopped moving.  I undid his wrists from the leather bondage cuffs and spread his arms ,  fastening them spead eagle to the side of my bed with white strong rope.  Watching him my Dick got rock hard. I could see his eyes staring at my dick thru my suit trousers. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my 9 incher. Jeff’s eyes popped out. He had never seen my Dick as this was a business arrangement. UNTIL NOW. . I enjoyed looking at him, watching me step out of my trousers. I removed my black silk boxer shorts. leaving on my dress shirt and power tie. I pulled up my sheer black nylon over the calf socks and garters, leaving on my wing-tip black lace-up shoes.

   I flip him on his back his head on MY pillow.  He looked almost confy except he was spread and bound and tied.  BINGO. He had strated to sport WOOD. Now this was not going to be a XXXX ,this was going to be a hard dry fuck (with a condom) and some spit.  A Bondage Fuck, with my New Slave, not Houseboy. SLAVE! I had given Jeff a raise in position.
"Jeff, do you want to be my slave?" Yes he nodded.  "I am granting you this wish."  You are now the property of  Trent Benedick" With that, I climbed onto the bed and took his now hard Prick into my moth. while finger fucking his tight asshole.  He moaned.  "It's Ok Baby, I going to take you to PARADISE". 

Jeff played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Game, Set , Match by Fidelis

25 photos

I 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.
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 Jock played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Friction

30 photos; 4:04 video

Man Handled

25 photos; 4:48 video

Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:  05/02/2018

Control by Fidelis

35 photos

On the Bench pt 2

21 photos; 4:31 video

Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2017

White Briefs

20 photos

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

House Warming by Caitiff

19 photos

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.

Surprise Package by Soft Touch

26 photos

            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…?

Lewis played by Doug
Vic played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

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.

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.

Red Jock

28 photos; 4:32 video

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

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!

Keith played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff

Out of Control by JMZ

20 photos; 2:27 video

            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?
            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.

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?"

Prof. Noora played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff

Struggle and Moan

25 photos; 4:40 video

Model: Hal

Photography by Caitiff

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.
            “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?”

Sammy played by Mark

Photography by Caitiff

After the Bar Closes

33 photos; 4:21 video

The Bartender played by Aiden
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/20/2013

Doing Nothing All Day by Cryptococcus

31 photos; 4:06 video

"I hope you don't mind," Bill says, "if I run the vacuum cleaner in here?"

"Nah," says Cal. "It won't bother me at all.  See, when I mute the TV, it switches to captions." Cal demonstrated, operating the remote with a flourish.

"Can I get you anything? A beer? Maybe fluff your pillow?"

Cal raises an eyebrow at his cousin's tone.

"Were you planning to do anything at all today?"

"Nope. Just hang around the house and watch the tube. It's Saturday, isn't it?"

"And you remember what we agreed to if you're going to sit around my house and do nothing?"

Cal scrunches his eyebrows, puzzled. And then he remembers and pretends to frown. "Oh, no," he complains.

"Oh, yes," insists Bill. "You're welcome to hang around the house while I'm doing weekend chores, but you have to do it on my terms."

"Shit," says Cal.

"Shit, yeah," agrees Bill. "If you're going to do nothing, you can do nothing with your ass tied up! If you're not going to help, you can at least have a reason for lying around like a useless lump."

Cal is almost insulted, but he is also almost grieved. He well knows that his fair-haired cousin is a control freak. Bill had been tying him up since they both were kids. The hell of it was that was usually all that his cousin wanted to do. Cal would get trussed up like a turkey, and then Bill would just go about his business – mostly ignoring him. It was… old, but there was the chance…

Cal slowly nods, yielding.

"Good," says Bill as he reaches for the gym bag in the corner.

Cal sighs as he rolls over and puts his hands behind his back. Maybe, he thinks, if he didn't make a scene, Bill wouldn't want to strip him down to his drawers.  (Not that Cal was wearing any drawers.)

Bill had wanted do that very late on the night of their high school graduation.  He had driven from two counties over to grab Cal away from his own school friends.  They drove to the boat ramp, or where the boat ramp would be when Lake Oconee finally filled. (The Army Corp of Engineers was anything if not confident.) The place was quiet, still, and deserted.

There his cousin had plied him with drink – vodka and orange juice in octagonal plastic tumblers – and cigarettes. They listened to soft 90's pop on the CD player, talked, smoked, and drank. It was a hot, humid night, and Bill suggested they'd be more comfortable in their underwear.

Then, of course, Bill wanted to tie him up.

In the Camaro.

In his underwear.

While Cal was drunk.

Why not?

Cal submitted. He got his hands tied behind his back and his ankles lashed. Bill half-man-handled him, half-assisted him to the front seat. Then he buckled Cal up and looped Cal's belt loosely around the headrest.  Cal was trapped, bound helplessly in his cousin's car.  He had a good buzz, and he watched as Bill shimmied back into his trousers and pulled his tee shirt over his head.

Cal looked down, not at all surprised that his unpredictable member was becoming engorged. Surely, he thought, that Bill would notice. Then he wondered what would happen next.

To Cal's chagrin, Bill did not appear to notice. Instead he drove to the marina (which the water had already reached) and sloppily, but happily, bought two six packs of Bud. Then they drove to the middle of a cotton field, and Bill leaned Cal against the side of the car.

Cal reflected that Bill was on such a power trip that he had held the beer bottles up to Cal's lips and urged him to drink.

These musings run through Cal's mind as his cousin tightly binds Cal's wrists and then moves to his ankles.

Cal doesn't remember exactly how it happened, but soon he was being nuzzled by his cousin. Bill had shed his tee shirt, but not his pants. Cal felt his cousin's warmth close beside, radiating to his chest, felt his cousin's blond stubble against his cheeks. In his bondage and restraint, he leaned into his cousin's embrace, and his shorts tented at the contact.

And Bill noticed.

To Cal's utter shock and utterly pleasant surprise, on this, the night of the beginning of their voyage to adulthood, Bill pulled away, yanked down Cal's shorts, and began to give Cal slow, unpracticed, but enthusiastic head.

The nip was on Cal's buzz. The night breeze was warm on his shoulders and belly. He didn't mind being bound and gagged, with he thought, his cousin's sock, but  he desperately wanted his cousin to continue.

In the present time, Bill is looping Cal's feet together.

But in the not-so-distant past, Cal was slowly getting off. His come was trapped inside, where the vodka and the beer were alight.

Bill had already looked up at him, incredulously, wondering if Cal was too drunk to get off.

He wasn't, and he proved it. Cal arched his back and rose to tiptoe. Bill went up with him, still voraciously sucking, like a remora on a shark, hanging on, determined not to give up on his cousin.

His reward was a thrust of hot cum into the back of his throat. Cal had two more in him, and then he sagged so suddenly against his restraints that Bill put a cautioning, stabilizing hand on his shoulder. Bill continued to ride until the last shudder.

And Cal simply thought that he smoked. Something pyrotechnic had happened. He felt the embers fade, and he tried to hold onto them. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to hold on until he was left with only char. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at his grinning cousin.

"Was it all right?" Bill asked, and Cal had nodded mutely. He thought it was one of the most "all right" things he'd ever experienced.

Fast-forward to the present. It's spring break, and instead of heading to the beach or to his folk's house, Cal is at Bill's, submitting to bondage.

Let Bill run the vacuum and do the laundry. Cal is mostly okay about lying around hog-tied on his cousin's bed. Cal can take it. He will willingly submit, because he knows that it's only for a few hours… and then Bill would get carnal on his ass.

Cal squirms, knowing that his unpredictable member would make him uncomfortable shortly.

But he also knows now that his cousin would notice.

And fireworks will ensue, if only he were patient.

Cal wants those fireworks. They are why he came.

Knots to be Trusted by Soft Touch

31 photos

           You can call me Boot because I’m brand new in the Navy and I don’t know nothing about nothing nautical.
           That’s why when that big piece of equipment slipped off of the rope and crashed down to the floor and our Chief screamed “Who tied that knot?” I had to put my hand up.
           “Very well, Boot” he sneered at me. “You can see me in the Paint Locker after chow!”
           “Aye, aye Sir,” I answered like they taught us. Paint Locker…? What the hell was a Paint Locker? I had to ask some of my new friends and they all kind of laughed at me because some of them had been down in the Paint Locker before.
           It turned out that the Paint Locker was down in the basement under our barracks. It was a creepy old place with lots of junk everywhere and maybe a rat or two hiding out somewhere. I went down the old steps and found our Chief waiting for me down there. He was going to teach me my knots if it took him all night.
           I was still looking at the ropes he had in his hands and trying to figure out what he was going to do with them when I realized that now both of my hands were tied behind my back and there was this cruel rope harness all around my stomach and over my shoulders.
           “This is a sheet-bend. It’s good for tying two lines together,” the Chief went on in his raspy sing-song voice. “And this is a square knot. It’s good for tying limbs and braces together. Don’t never let me see you tying no Grannies.”
           Tying up Grannies…? What was he talking about? I never tied up anybody and I surely wouldn't tie up somebody’s Grandmother.”
           “Wait a minute Chief…uh…Sir. I don’t think you can tie me up like this. I’m not sure, but I think it might be against the U. C. M. J—Mmmph!”
           All of a sudden he plastered this big strip of Navy gray duct tape all over my mouth.  I tried moving my lips but now they were all stuck together with sticky tape and now all I could do was grunt and hum while the Chief looked at me with a big smile.
           “And this is duct tape. It’s just the think for keeping young ducks like you from quacking too much.”
           It was right about then that I started to get a really sick feeling in my stomach. Here I was all tied up so I couldn't move my arms at all, and now I was trapped down in this dark basement with a crazy Knot Man and I couldn't even yell for help. He could keep me down here forever! Who would know?
           He pushed me down onto a chair. “Don’t go nowhere. We need more rope.”
           As soon as his back was turned, I began struggling against those sheet-bends and square knots, trying to pull my hands and my arms free from them, but it was no good.
           “Studying those knots Boot?” The Chief was back with a lot more rope. “On your feet!”
           He pulled me to my feet and then wrapped some more rope over my chest and arms. Then he turned me around and pushed me back against this big upright and went on wrapping rope all around my thighs and calves. Quicker than somebody could sound “Liberty Call!” I found myself tightly tied to that upright and standing at Attention.
           I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all and I tried to tell him so with every kind of grunt and hum I could make behind that sticky tape, but he just laughed at me.
           “All right, I’m going to bed down the rest of the flock. You study up on those knots, you hear?”
           I watched him go back up those creaky steps. Then I strained and I struggled as hard as I could, but no matter how hard I tried, those ropes just got tighter and tighter. And then he was back.
           “You're a regular wiggle worm. Okay worm, down on the ground!”
           Next thing I knew he had me down on that cold hard floor and he was wrapping and tying more ropes around me. Now my legs and my ankles were all tied up together. Then he XXXX off my hat and pushed me over onto the floor.
           “Study those knots Boot. I'll be back.”
           I struggled around for a bit, and then I tried rubbing the tape on my mouth against the floor, but that didn't work. And then I saw the door. I didn't know where that door led to, but it had to go somewhere. If I could get through it, maybe I could find some help.
           “I was wrong Boot. You're not a worm, you're a regular snake. Well, I can fix that,” the old Chief growled at me.
           First he bent me almost in half and tied a lot more rope around my wrists and my ankles and then more between the two until the weight of my legs was trying to pull my poor shoulders out of their sockets. Then he tied another rope around my legs and lashed it to that big upright like a doggy leash.

           This here is a bowline, Boot, remember that. It’s just the thing for tying things down or keeping slippery snakes like you where I want them to be.” 
           Then he disappeared again. I tried in every way I could think of to get myself free from those ropes. I tried pulling on them, I tried letting them go really slack, and I even tried picking at the knots with my fingers, but nothing seemed to work. Then way off in the distance somewhere I could hear the faint sound of a bugle blowing Taps.
           Then the Chief’s heavy steps came down the stairs to me. “You hear that, Boot? That means lights out so I'll see you again in the morning. Oh, and if you hear some of those little skittering sounds, that’s just our rats. They generally come out after Lights Out to see if I've left them anything to eat.”
            Rats! I grunted and hummed and really moaned behind my taped lips for the Chief not to leave me this way. But he just laughed as he went back up those creaky stairs. Then all of the lights went out. And then I heard all of these little skittering noises somewhere out there in the darkness all around me.

Boot played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff