Servitude by Caitiff

32 photos; 4:17 video

It was getting late and James could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at the numbers on his screen. Mr. Oxford, his boss, had said he needed the new finance reports by Monday morning. James had no intention of working over the week end if he could help it.

“Ahh James. Good, you are still here.”, Mr. Oxford surprised James, breaking his concentration.

“Uhh yes Mr. Oxford. I should have those reports ready soon.”

“Excellent. But there is another matter that has come up. New product line we need to work on. “ Mr. Oxford pulled out a roll of what looked like tape. “I want you to try this product out and give feed back immediately.”

“Ok I can use it over the week end...”

“Actually I was thinking we could start right now. First we will try it on your mouth.”

.........

“So how does it feel?” Oxford asked James who now had tape wrapped tightly around his head.

“Mmmpphh!” Was all James could say through the tape gag. Did his boss really expect James to talk while he was gagged? In any event, James had tried the tape over his mouth and so now just wanted to end this silly game and finish his real work.

Unfortunately Mr. Oxford had more product to test. Unable to really protest with the gag tightly wrapped over his mouth, James soon found his self taped to his office chair. Silver duct tape was stretched over his arms and chest, his legs and lap.

 

“Yes that seems right on the money. Now James, please tell me in detail how that feels. Please include as many details as possible.”

What?! It felt like being gagged and tied up to a chair!

“Mmmpppphh! Mmmmppphhtttmmmm! Mmmmrrrmmmrrr?” James tried to explain, beg to be let go. But the tape was really strong. He could neither move nor talk.

“Uh huh. Yes..yes. Fascinating. As I thought.” Mr. Oxford commented, as if he could understand his employee’s unintelligible moaning. “Tell me more. Oh and struggle a bit more too. We must make sure the product is ready for market.”

 

“MMMMMM!? Mmmmrrrpphhtttmmmmm! “ What kind of market had involved guys bound and gagged with tape?

However James did comply with the struggling. Maybe if he could get free Mr. Oxford would stop with this crazy test. James twisted and turned his body but the tape held him captive.

“ I think this would better if I removed your shoes.”

How would that help?, James wondered as his boss slipped the penny loafers off of his feet. Mr. Oxford seemed to take an inordinately long time stroking his employee’s socked feet.

“Yes much better. Oh I didn’t say to stop struggling James!”

James renewed his efforts at getting loose even though he knew it was in vain.

“Mmmppphhh!!!!”, James moaned loudly in frustration.

Mr. Oxford however, seemed very happy by the fact that James remained bound and gagged. Taking even more tape, he bound the feet of his captive worker.

“Yes this is going nicely. You have done a great job here, James. A very good job indeed!”

James felt a surge of relief. Finally he would be out of this crazy bondage game. But it was not to be.

“I want you to continue to work on this over the week end. You will of course get over time.”

“MMmpphh!?”. Was he serious?

He was. Mr. Oxford finished off the tape, using it to blind fold James.

“ I will se you Monday morning. You can continue your assessment of the product. Oh don't forget those finance reports as well.” Have a good week end James.”

“Mmmnnoooo!” James moaned but he could tell he was already alone.

However he was not alone for long.

“Kewl!” James sheard Marly the Janitor exclaim, “Oxford’s left me another one for me!”

James did not like the way Marly said that one bit.

 

The End

 

James played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:07/11/2009

Not Far Enough Caitiff

23 photos

It had been a productive day for John. He and his partner had held up that casino and sped off scott free.

Well, John had sped off scot free. John had left his partner Dan in the ditch when he had gotten out ot piss. John laughed to himself overtime he remembered the look on Dan’s face.

A few hours later and John was in a cheap hotel showering the grime of the road off. He now had a lot of money and no one ot share it with. He would get cleaned up and go out to pick up some chick.

Feeling presentable, John got out of the shower. He had his good clothes, the red silk shirt and leather pants, packed away. That would impress the ladies.

Unfortunately for John, he would never get a chance ot impress anyone. Dan had not been left as far behind as John had thought. In fact, he was right behind John as he stepped out clad only in a towel.

Dan didn't’ say anything. He didn't’ have too. The concealed item to John’s head said plenty. But Dan wasn’t here ot hurt John. Instead John found himself being tied up. His hands were bound behind his back with clothesline. His feet were also tied up nice and tight. Then to make sure that he didn't’ go anywhere, John was hog tied while he lay on the floor.

John was thinking of anything he could say to get himself out of this mess when that option was taken away. Tape was was wrapped around his head over and over.

“Mmmpphh!”

“All comfy now, asshole?”, Dan said when he had finished making his ex partner as helpless as he could. “You thought you had left me behind, didn't’ you? Too bad I got a ride from a trucker. You are so fucking predictable. I knew you would head this way and this was the only hotel in town. “

“Mmmpphhmmaaaa!”, John grumbled in protest as Dan gathered up the money and John’s clothes into a bag.

“I’ll be taking this. I earned the money plus your share. Asshole tax. And your clothes. Good luck chasing after me naked. “

“Mmmmmm!”, John fought the ropes for all the good it did. The ropes didn't’ budge.

“Oh and Good luck explaining how you got tied up and gagged naked on the floor since you can’t tell the cops what really happened. Hahahahaha!”

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmppphh!”, John mumbled and struggled in his bondage as Dan left with everything John had.

The End

 

John played by Uriah

Dan played by Rawy

Photography by Sammy

 

Date of Production:11/14/2010

Take A Break

22 photos

Marcus saw somethign at his job he wasnt' supposed to

So he had to be takenb out for a while.

Marcus played by Himself
Bad Guy played by Donovan

Due to Technical difficulties there will be no video with this set.  Sorry.

Date of Production: 07/14/2016

Spanking It Part 2

24 photos; 6:03 video

victim played by Braxton
Bad Guy played by Donovan

DATE OF production: 06/10/2016

Tying a Twin by JMZ

30 photos; 4:10 video

 He was always better at everything than me grades, sports, even dating. I was just so tired of it. Our parents compared us in every aspect of our being. We are twins after all and comparison was inevitable. I just could not stand it anymore. I had my good points too, but compared to Robert I fell way below the bar.

I love my brother but I just can’t stand his complete arrogance. He is better than me at everything, which is why I saw red when I found out he had betrayed me beyond forgiveness. I had been in love with Melinda from my Literature class since the first day I saw her. I pined after her all semester but was way too shy to approach her. We had brief conversations regarding books and weekend plans, but I could never build up the courage to ask her out. Then I decided it was time to throw caution to the wind and ask her to the spring dance. I nervously approached her and stuttered out the question I had been waiting to ask her. I felt sweat trickle down my face when she said she had already accepted a date with my brother.

I walked home stunned and hurt. He knew how I felt about her. When I got home he was waiting with an apology and an explanation. I begrudgingly accepted his excuse about always liking her too, and how the question just came out. I once again fell below the bar.

The night of the dance I watched as he dressed in his suit and combed his hair. I sat watching with my heart in my throat, and then something snapped. I didn’t mean to do it but I had had enough. I tackled him the floor and we wrestled for a while as he screamed at me to stop. I dragged him into the family room by his legs and we continued our fight. As we huffed and panted rolling around the floor my hand reached back and found a length of rope from our Dads tool kit. I managed to wrap the rope around his wrists and tied them tightly. He struggled against me but I was fueled by adrenaline. I cinched the rope into tight knots, and then dragged him onto his feet. I pulled a roll of duct tape out and taped his big mouth shut. He screamed through the tape, and it was the first time in along time he had nothing to say.

I taped his eyes shut to keep the glares he shot at me from getting to me. He tried to get to his feet and tackle me but I quickly took control and tied his ankles tight with rope. He struggled and screamed through his gag. Then I panicked, what the hell was I doing? I lost my cool, and now I was going to have to let him go and explain and apologize. I took the tape off his eyes and listened as he screamed at me through the tape on his mouth. I knew this was going to be ugly. All of a sudden it became clear what I had to do.

I watched with a cautious eye as he struggled and moaned in the family room. I put on my best suit and combed my hair four times before I decided it was right. I grabbed the corsage from the fridge and went into the family room. He wiggled and jolted screaming through his gag when he saw what I was doing. I flipped him the bird and walked out to pick up Melinda.

A few hours into the dance my cell phone rang. All I heard was a muffled scream at the other end. It was the best night of my life.

The End

 

Model: Marco

Photography by: Caitiff

 

Date of Production 02/13/2009

Stefano in Distress

35 photos; 5:49 video

Model: Stefano

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:11/30/2012

BALL PRACTICE by SoftTouch

28 photos

    Jerry Quick-Step, all star shortstop for Rosie’s Coyotes was scared, very scared. One second he was loading his baseball stuff into his car, the next second something hard had exploded against Jerry’s head. Then he saw stars, and then blackness, and then—

Then he was here, but he didn't know where here was. There was some kind of cloth tied over his eyes and some kind of ball had been stuffed into his mouth. Jerry’s tongue didn't like this strange ball. It took up too much room inside Jerry’s mouth so his tongue kept pushing against it, but the ball was so tightly lodged between Jerry’s teeth that his tongue couldn't move it. It could only slip off the hard intruder again and again until the ball was all wet with Jerry’s spit.

And then there were the ropes, tight ropes wound all around Jerry’s arms and his hands and his body that were hugging him in a way he didn't want to be hugged. And then there were the rough hands and cruel voices. The rough hands moved him around and turned him this way and that and the cruel voices were laughing at him and that hurt almost as much as the ropes.

“So this is the great Jerry Quick-Step,” one of the cruel voices said.

“Have a seat, Jerry.” The cruel hands pushed him down onto the hard floor.

Then Jerry could feel their hands all over him again as they pushed and pulled his body whatever way they wanted it. And then Jerry could feel more of the biting ropes being wrapped tightly around his ankles and his wrists until he was sitting like an Indian and hardly able to move his hands or feet at all.

Then those hands suddenly tore the cloth off of Jerry’s head and the bright lights of the room stabbed into Jerry’s eyes. He had to blink several times before he could see anything at all, and then he saw the two men standing over him. Both of them were big beefy characters that looked about seven feet tall from where Jerry was sitting. And they both looked like the kind of men who enjoyed hurting people.

“Hello Jerry, my name is Spatz and this is Felix,” one of them said. “We don't mind if you know our names because you're going to get to know both of us real well.”

“We want to talk to you about your game Jerry,” the other one said. “You've been playing real well lately; batting average .302, fielding percentage better than 97 percent. We think it’s time you went into a slump.”

“Slump…?” Jerry slurped behind the slippery ball in his mouth.

“That’s right,” the one called Spatz grinned down at Jerry. “We'd like for you to strike out more.”

“Or you could hit a lot of grounders to second or short,” Felix put in.

“Yea and you need to get a real case of butter-fingers for awhile, drop the ball a lot, and that kind of thing.”

“Or you could throw it away sometimes. That’s always good for an extra base or two,” Felix laughed.

“I can't do that!” Jerry tried to squawk past the slippery ball-stopper in his mouth.

“Told you he wouldn't cooperate,” Felix sounded disappointed.

“That’s too bad,” Spatz sympathized. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

Jerry Quick-Step couldn't believe it! Did these guys think he was going to start throwing ball games just because they asked him to? Maybe Jerry was only good enough for semi-pro ball now, but he still had dreams of maybe getting a minor-league contract. And even if he didn't, Jerry had never cheated in his whole life.

“Okay Jerry, you're going have to wait here while we get something out of the truck. One piece of advice; the quieter you are while we're gone, the less lumps you'll get when we get back.”

“Yea and we really like giving out lumps!” Felix laughed.

Jerry watched the two bruisers go out of the room in a complete state of shock. Who were these guys? What did they want to hurt him so much? Then Jerry realized that he had better not be here to find out the answers. Somehow he had to get loose and get running before they came back.

But Jerry soon discovered that wanting to get loose and actually being able to get loose were two different things. Whatever else those two guys might be, they were both really good at tying knots. Still there had to be a way!

So Jerry twisted and squirmed and fell all over the floor, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't get his hands or feet free. He only made the tight ropes tighter. And then more trouble came Jerry’s way. Somehow in all of that rolling around on the floor, his pants had come loose, and now Jerry was feeling a definite draft as his pants slipped down lower and lower on his thighs.

Then Jerry heard a queer rumbling sound accompanied by the two bullies grunting, groaning and laughing. And then Jerry squirmed around on the floor until he could see something that he didn't believe. The two goons were rolling a pitching machine into the room! What were they going to do with that?

And then Felix noticed Jerry’s bare moons and his lucky pink jockstrap and burst out laughing. “Hey Spatz! Look at that!”

Then Spatz saw the sexy jockstrap and started laughing, too. “Hey Quick-Step, is that jock what they call regulation?”

Jerry started to blush. It wasn't bad enough that he almost naked. Now these two bozos had seen one of his most closely guarded secrets. The guys on the team didn't laugh at him. They all had their own lucky charms that they didn't want people laughing at. But these two guys—

The one called Spatz plugged the pitching machine into an outlet and then loaded a big bucket of balls into the hopper. “Okay Jerry, here’s the pitch—“

Felix broke up.

“Quiet Felix! This ain't supposed to be funny. I'm trying to be serious here.”

Jerry’s eyes became very big and his heart almost stopped when he saw Spatz turning the pitching machine until its maw was pointed right at Jerry’s defenseless body.

“I know you want to be stubborn about this so we're going to give you some time to make up your mind.”

“Yea, three strikes and you're out!” Felix started laughing again.

“I'm going to start you off with some change-ups, but if you don't come around pretty quick, I'm going right to the fast balls. Batter up!”

Jerry watched the machine come to life, saw the pitching arm pick a ball out of the hopper, and then the arm whirred forward and the ball shot out of the maw and headed right for Jerry’s—

THE END

Jerry Quick Step played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/15/2009

Stuck by Caitiff

32 photos

It was the middle of the day in the middle of nowhere and Harvey's truck had died. HE wasn't sure if it was the fuel injector again or something new but he did know there was no way he was going to get it fixed himself.

Harvey saw a house that looked like some one was home and went toward it. Hopefully he could use their phone and get a tow truck.

A handsome man in his forties answered. "Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you so late but my truck broke down the road. Could I use your phone?"

"Sure you can. Just give me a sec to get off the internet. I was right in the middle of downloading something"

"Thanks! No problem. Whew, what a day. I was supposed to be home right now."

"So no one knows you're even out here? Wouldn't they wonder where you were after a while?"

"Not really. I work late hours so much my neighbors rarely see me. "

"No family?"

"Divorced. Kids moved away."

"Ahh. Can I get you a drink or something? My computer should be done in just another few minutes."

"That would be great. Thanks. My name is Harvey, by the way."

"Gene.", said the man as he offered Harvey a cup of juice. Harvey took a big gulp. The walk up here had winded him a bit.

"I guess I was lucky I saw this place. Your's was the only house I saw that had a car in the driveway.."

"I like my privacy. When I need company, I figure I can always count of someone showing up. Like you."

"Harvey's head began to cloud. It was getting hard to focus. "What's that?" He asked.

" I like making new friends. When I meet someone I like, I let them stay with me. I even set up my basement to keep them in, so they stay still and quiet. I've had a number of 'friends' down there though I often loan them out to guys with similar interests once they are trained right. All my friends are with other people right now. So you'll be by yourself for a while. But that's good because I can concentrate on your training."

Gene said all this in a perfectly normal tone that belied his words. Unfortunately, Harvey couldn't quite catch the gist of what he was saying. His brain just couldn't connect the words he was hearing. Everything was getting blurry. Then it went black...

Harvey had a dream. He was in a jungle. He was covered by snakes and vines that wrapped themselves around his body, his hands and chest and legs. But Harvey wasn't scared. The snakes rubbed against his ass and crotch and Harvey felt himself getting a definite hard-on. A soft furry snake slithered between his teeth and squeezed his head. He felt warm and secure as the snakes and vines hugged his body tightly.

Suddenly Harvey woke up. His head was still a little foggy but it was finally beginning to clear. Still, it took him a while to notice Gene sitting beside him, staring.

"You finally woke up. Good." Gene said conversationally/

"Mmmaaff mmm mmpphht?" Gene replied groggily and suddenly noticed his words were coming out only as unintelligible grunts. There was tape over his mouth. Gene tried to take the gag off of his mouth but his hands were securely tied behind his back. In fact, rope was tied tightly around his chest and legs too. Harvey had woke up bound and gagged! What was going on?!

"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Harvey grunted as he strained against the ropes that bound him.

" I wouldn't bother if I were you. I've gotten pretty good at knots in the years I've been in this business." Gene explained.

Business? What the hell was he talking about? Harvey wondered. What the hell was going on here? Why would this guy take him for? He had no money for any ransom.

As if reading his mind, Gene said," I don't normally pick up merchandise your age but I had a request for someone like you. And I think I can make a fair profit off of you. You just need a little training is all. A little shaping up."

Harvey still didn't understand what Gene was talking about but he was sure he wouldn't like it. Desperately Harvey struggled against his bonds. But Gene was right. The knots held fast and no matter how hard Harvey bucked and rolled and stained and struggled, he remained tied up. All he could really do was roll around on the floor, grunting and cursing into his gag.

As Gene, meanwhile, sat back and watched as Harvey struggled in vain to get free. Gene's hand went to the bulge of his crotch and slowly and methodically he began to rub it as he watched Harvey intensely. This continued for a few minutes until Harvey's energy winded down. Harvey finally admitted to himself that he wasn't going to get free until this lunatic let him go. The thought sent shivers down Harvey's spine.

Then it got worse. Gene stopped rubbing himself and went over to Harvey. Gene then began to rub himself against Harvey's bound body. Harvey could feel Gene's massive boner through the fabric of his jeans. Gene's hands explored Harvey's body. Being bound and gagged, a helpless prisoner, Harvey could do nothing but lay there and let Gene do whatever he wanted.

Worse, Harvey began to shift uncomfortably as his body responded to the molestation with his own raging hard on that strained against the fabric of his jeans. Harvey had never let a another man feel him up this way before but suddenly Harvey needed to get off very badly. Harvey didn't want to be taken but at the same time, he desperately hoped that Gene would keep rubbing him just a little bit longer.

Unfortunately, just as Harvey was certain he was on the edge of coming, Gene got up. Harvey could only lay there, totally frustrated.

"Yep, " Gene said to his captive, " Like I thought. I can definitely spot potential."

Gene took out a short length of rope and soon Harvey was hog tied.

" Well, I'd better get rid of your truck just in case somebody does come looking for you eventually. This will make sure you stay put until I come back. Then we can begin your training in your new life".

Gene then left.

Hog tied, gagged and lying on top of a raging hard on that wouldn't go down, Harvey could hardly contradict his new master

The End?

 

Harvey played by Gene

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 12/07/2007

Woody

25 photos; 4:05 video

Model: Patrick

Photography: Caitiff

 Date of Production: 11/25/2008

Lay About

15 photos

Model: Tony

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

DATE OF PRODUCTION: 04/05/2002

Strung Up

20 photos; 5:21 video

Model: Carl

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production 6-11-2016

Silenced

23 photos; 5:10 video

Victim played by Mac
Bad Guy played by Rex
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/22/2016

The NEW Jimmy Olsen By:Gagged Up

21 photos; 4:10 video

Jimmy Ritter – there he sat, the intrepid young star of the St. Louis Dispatch, caught

halfway between his worst nightmare and biggest fantasy. Everything happened in a

blur, too…

It was ten past eleven, and he was on his fourth and – hopefully – final draft of the latest

article in the Rottenberg case he’d been following for months now. Some big shot St.

Louis attorney involved in a massive sexual harassment scandal – gaining more and

more popularity by the minute as the public gobbled up the tragic downfall of a local

hero. Jimmy glanced at the time again. Way too late for a young stud like himself to be

trapped in the office, but this Rottenberg article was set for the front page, and he had

more than decided to make some social sacrifices in the face of his skyrocketing career.

Hunched over the computer with his Pandora channel blasting Foster The People,

Jimmy barely had time to react as an enormous leather-clad hand clamped over his

mouth and a beefy forearm pinned across his chest.

A voice, husky, whispered in his ear. Warm, fetid breath. “Listen, kid. I know this sounds

cliché, but stay quiet and nobody’s gonna get hurt.”

The man clamped his hand down even harder on Jimmy’s mouth, snickering in the

reporter’s ear. “Perfect, a witty maske man,” thought Jimmy, using sarcasm to block out

the fact that his manhood was rapidly stirring down below. He thought about breaking

the requested silence – perhaps by pitifully declaring, “If you want me silent, how about

a gag!” – but reconsidered. Talk about cliché. Plus, he had a feeling that highly anticipated

act-of-muffling would soon arrive, especially as he watched out of the corner

of his eye as the intruder – tall, beefy, black ski mask – hoisted coils and coils of rope

out of his sack.

Before Jimmy knew it, rope around his wrists. Biceps, then torso. Knees. Loops and

loops around his ankles. Helpless. Captive. And shamelessly hard. He could see the

headline now: “Taken Reporter’s Spirits Low, Cock High.” Jimmy’s mind was

ablaze, thoughts tumbling back to the early days of his adolescence, fervently watching

clips on the family’s computer of another Jimmy – Superman’s pal Jimmy Olsen –

struggling in bondage and grunting into a fat cloth gag. He still thought those scenes

were hot. Hell, maybe that’s why he entered the newspaper business anyway. An

homage to his “namesake.” Or a secret desire to find himself, like Mr. Olsen, all tied up

and silenced by the baddies.

But what about that token gag, the one Jimmy was craving so much? His mind raced to

say the perfect prompt. “You’ll never get away with this!” Jimmy uttered, looking his

captor in the eye as the man stood back to admire the handiwork. Jimmy groaned.

Really? That’s the best he could come up with? I guess this whole night was cliché.

“Ah, but I think I will, young Mr. Ritter.” The gravelly voice again, now coming from

behind him. Before Jimmy could even muster a reply, a long strip of black duct tape was

plastered against his mouth, the gloved hand pressing down hard again to make sure

his captive would, as he put it, stay quiet. “Aren’t you even wondering why I’m here?”

Jimmy leaned forward, his cock throbbing, a drawn-out moan escaping from his tapedup

mouth. This was almost too good to be true – but the mask man had a point. What

the hell was he breaking in for? As if reading Jimmy’s mind, the muscle-bound XXXX

started in. “You see, James – may I call you James? Keep grunting like that, boy, it

makes you seem even more helpless than you already are. Anyway, back to my story.

Mr. Rottenberg, my boss, if you will, hasn’t really loved all the things you’ve been saying

about him. He actually kind of hates the bad press – he never did anything to those

greedy ladies, as he’ll soon testify to in court. Pretty sure he’ll take home the victory –

he’s got good friends in high places,” the mask man said wistfully, patting Jimmy’s

shoulder and replacing his thick gloved hand over Jimmy’s mouth.

“You see, though, Mr. Rottenberg can’t take any chances. All of these reports and all of

this evidence you have here at the Dispatch need to go. Fast. So that’s why I’m here.”

The man finished his monologue, coming around in front of Jimmy, straddling his

captive in the desk chair. Jimmy could feel the weight of the man on his thighs; saw a

crescent of a smile emerge from the mouth hole on the ski mask.

“What Mr. Rottenberg doesn’t know, however, is that I’m also a real fan of tying up

young studs like yourself.” Jimmy’s eyes widened as the stranger leaned forward,

kissing him over his gag while simultaneously massaging Jimmy’s throbbing cock

through his pants. Jimmy bucked in the ropes, overcome by pleasure. Taken!

Really Taken! Suddenly, the captor jumped off the chair, Jimmy’s head whipping

around to see the man pull something else – a flash of white – from his sack of bondage

mayhem.

“And now, the best part of all.” Jimmy moaned deeply as the man tied a large, thick,

white cloth – from just under the nose to the base of the chin – over Jimmy’s already gagged

mouth. Perfection. “MMMGPGHGPGMGPGHHHH!!” Jimmy roared as best he

could through the gag, which was more than effective in silencing him.

“I’ll be right back, boy. Sit tight,” the man chuckled. Jimmy tried to crane his neck to see

where he was going, but didn’t even need to witness it. He heard the familiar coded

entry beep of the computer mainframe. Damn! The bastard had access to that. No

doubt he’d wipe out the mainframe and head for the information archives to snag more

precious data about that fiend, Rottenberg. A thought popped into Jimmy’s mind, as he

wrestled with his manhood – aching with ecstasy – and the thought of his career doing

down the drain. His computer! Email was up in another tab – he’d taken a break from

his last draft to start an email to his editor, but hadn’t sent yet. “If only I could try…”

Jimmy thought, his gagged face attempting to maneuver the mouse over to the email

tab. “Almost… almost… come on…”

He was interrupted by a cough. Still husky. “Just what do you think you’re doing now,

Mr. Ritter? Don't tell me trying to somehow send an email while all bound and gagged

up!” The man reached down, gave Jimmy’s cock another squeeze. “I like a struggle,

boy. You certainly know how to do that!” Jimmy gargled and grunted through the thick

cloth as the inevitable arrived. The mask man unplugged Jimmy’s computer and

keyboard and threw them in the sack, filling the now-empty void with their trussed-up

owner. “I hope you don’t mind, Jimmy, but before I go I just need to give you one last

test of struggling strength.” The captor removed Jimmy’s glasses and placed them on a

nearby shelf, before grabbing another length of rope and wrenching Jimmy into a tight,

effective hogtie. “There we go,” he said, patting Jimmy’s ass and clamping down that big

gloved hand – yet again – on Jimmy’s mouth.

Jimmy watched as the man hoisted the sack over his shoulders. “The mainframe is

ruined, and I have all the evidence and articles you’ve worked on in my trusty goodie

bag. I’m sorry to have ruined your night, Jimmy, but security should be here soon. In the

meantime, enjoy yourself, Jimmy Ritter.” Jimmy grunted. Rolled his eyes. The man

smiled. That crescent again. “Or should I say… Jimmy Olsen.”

Writer's Block: 2nd Place

Braxton in Distress.

By Zarbi 360.

"Mmmmm" Braxton moaned into the gags around his mouth, as he thrashed around on

top of his desk, trying to get free. But the ropes binding him were tied to tight, and would

not give. ìShut the fuck up.î Shouted a voice from the next office. Braxton stopped

thrashing about, he lifted up his head to see into the next office. But having lost his

glasses, Braxton could not see a thing. Lowering his head Braxton lay on the desk and

thought back to how all this had started.

9.45 P.M. Braxton closed the file he had been working on, and shut down his computer.

He looked around the office, the whole place was empty. For the past 4 weeks

Braxtonís boss had asked him to work overtime. The work had not been that hard, in

fact a lower member of staff could have had done it and Braxton had not had to work

too long after hours. But all that changed over the last week. The work had remained

the same put the time after hours had got longer, and longer. Tonight was the longest it

had ever been.

Braxton rubbed the top of his nose and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Braxton

heard a noise behind him, but before he could turn round to see who it was a strange

smelling cloth was clamped over his nose and mouth.

Braxton tried to struggle and scream, but he couldnít put up much of a fight. He tried to

remain conscious, as he felt himself getting light-headed. Finally Braxton fell senseless

back into his chair.

10.45 P.M. Braxton opened his eyes, he tried to move but found that he could not his

arms and legs would not work. Standing in front of Braxton were two men, his attackers.

Braxton knew both men.

One of the men was his boss Joshua, who was a few years older than Braxton. The

other was Thomson, the chief Security guard. Braxton tried to make sense of what was

happening. Joshua seeing that Braxton was awake spoke, but not to Braxton but to

Thomson. ìHeís come round. Youíll better get the ropes and bind him before the XXXX

wears off completely.

Thomson opened a large bag he was holding and took out some rope. While Joshua

reached forewords and grabbed Braxtonís hair, and pulled him forwards. Thomson

moved close to Braxton and began to tie Braxtonís arms behind his back. He wrapped

the ropes around and around Braxtonís arms, from his wrists to his elbows, and back.

Thomson then threaded the ends of the ropes through the layers of rope and tied them

tightly together. Braxtonís body started to tremble as the XXXX wear off, and he tried to

get free from the ropes binding his arms. Thomson then started on Braxtonís legs, just

like before Thomson tightly wrapped the strong ropes around him, this time from his

ankles up to just under Braxtonís knees and back down. Again the ends of the ropes

were threaded through the wrapped ropes and tightly tied. ìThat will do nicely.î Said

Joshua letting go of Braxtonís head.

ìWhat the fuck is going on?î Braxton yelled, as he finally got his face back. Neither man

answered, Joshua grabbed Braxtonís hair again and pulled his head up roughly. ìHay,

what the fuck you doingÖmmmmm.î Braxton cried. Thomson had pulled a roll of black

duck-tape out of the bag, and XXXXd tape tightly around Braxtonís mouth. Thomson then

tied a bandana over the tape. Braxton still tried to shout and scream, but only muffled

sound could be heard.

ìYou be a good boy and stay there, nice and quiet.î Joshua told Braxton. ìWeíll be back

soon.î The two men walked into Joshuaís office, but left the door open. As soon as he

was alone Braxton started to struggle and moan into his gags. After what seemed like

hours to Braxton, he stopped struggling. After a short rest Braxton tried something else.

He rocked backwards and forwards in his chair, and finally managed to get unsteadily to

his feet. Hop, hop hop went Braxton was he tried to get to the door. ìHay, none of that

you little fucker.î Said a voice behind him, Braxton stopped and turned his head. Joshua

and Thomson were standing in the doorway of Joshuaís office, watching him. Before

Braxton could do anything both men were back in the office and had tight hold of the

struggling Braxton. The two men as one picked up Braxton and throw him on top of his

desk, Braxtonís computer fell to the floor. While Joshua kept tight hold of Braxton,

Thomson hog-tied Braxton. Both men stepped back from Braxton, who started

struggling and moaning into his gags again. Both men went back into Joshuaís office

For over half an hour Braxton struggled, moaned into his gags and shook head, on top

of his desk. Once he shook his head too hard and his glasses fell off. "Mmmmm"

Braxton moaned into the gags around his mouth, as he thrashed around on top of his

desk, trying to get free. But the ropes binding him were tied to tight, and would not give.

ìShut the fuck up.î Shouted Joshuaís voice from his office. Braxton stopped thrashing

about, he lifted up his head to see into Joshuaís office. But Braxton could not see a

thing without his glasses. Joshua and Thomson came back into the office, and walked

over to Braxton on top of the desk. ìRight, hereís the deal arse-hole. Iíve taken a very

large amount of money from here. And Thomson and I are going to start a new life

together. And you are going to take the fall for us. Over the past 4 weeks Iíve made it

look like it was you who took the money. In an hoursí time some friends of ours will

came and put you in cold storage. By the time you reappear youíre by a XXXX addicted

simpleton ready to take the fall.î Joshua stopped talking and without another word he

and Thomson left. Braxton thrashed about, and struggled even harder. He had just

under an hour to get free, and report Joshua and Thomson, or his goose was cooked.

Braxton must have lost track of time, suddenly he heard the office door open. And he

was still well and truly tightly bound. THE END.

Model:Braxton

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/24/2012

Spanking It

26 photos; 6:32 video

Victim: Braxton
Bad Guy: Donovan

Date of Production: 06/10/2016

Zac Outside 2

33 photos; 4:57 video

Model: Zac

Photography by: Zac

Date of Production:11/30/2012

XXXX and Helpless

14 photos; 5:41 video

(continued from XXXX)

After Dante managed to free himself, he thought of the perfect way to get back at Donovan. He could’ve easily called the cops and had Donovan arrested for what he did, but that wouldn’t be fun for him. No…not fun at all.

Even though Donovan and Dante had dated for three months before Dante broke it off, Donovan was unaware that Dante’s twin brother Devon was a huge fan of Donovan’s skateboarding career. Of course, that adoration subsided a bit after hearing what happened to Dante, but that made Devon even more excited to be in on his brother’s revenge plot.

Dante grabbed his video camera and hid in the closet as Donovan made his way to the front door. Devon stood behind it, rag in hand. As Donovan opened the door, he barely had a chance to realize that Dante had escaped before the rag was placed firmly over his nose and mouth. Devon pinned one of Donovan’s arms as he struggled. It didn’t take long before Donovan’s legs began giving out, and soon he was completely out.

Devon quickly went to work as he heard his twin chuckling from the other room. Before long, Donovan was bound to the chair just as he did to Dante before. As Donovan came to, he immediately knew what was happening. The tables had been turned…or so he thought.

“There you are,” Devon said with a wry smile. “I wouldn’t want you to miss the pleasure of being gagged.”

“What the f…mmmmph,” was all Donovan managed to get out before Devon wrapped the green rag around Donovan’s mouth, creating a firm cleave gag.

“You talk too much,” Devon said, “and I don’t like my idols talking back to me.”

Donovan looked at him quizzically. “Wha da fuc are you tawkin ‘bou,” he managed to utter through his gag.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You’re one of my favorite skateboarders, and now I have you all to myself.”

Donovan didn’t understand what was going on, and it worried him as Devon walked around making sure the knots were secure. He tried calling out Dante’s name, but his sounds were muddled and muffled through the gag.

“Oh, yeah…I’m not Dante,” Devon said, “I’m his identical twin brother…and I have a big crush on you. And when Dante called me over and told me what you did to him, I couldn’t pass this up. Right Dante?”

“Right, bro,” Dante said as he entered the room, camera in hand. “Guess you shouldn’t have messed with, Don. Now, Devon here gets to do whatever he wants to you.”

“Thanks, Dante,” his brother said as he grabbed another bandana. “Better make sure he doesn’t talk anymore. I don’t want the neighbors to hear what’s about to happen.”

Donovan struggled as much as he could, but it was no use. Devon wrapped the second bandana around his face, securing the already-placed gag even more.

“Dante, that car battery and cables are still in the garage, right?”

“Yeah, bro. I like what you’re thinking.”

“Cool. Let’s go get ‘em.”

Dante placed the camera down on a completely frightened Donovan. The brothers walked out, leaving Donovan to ponder his fate.

THE END

 

   Victim: Donovan

Bad Guy: Dante

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/09/2016

In His Whitey Tighties

29 photos; 5:38 video

Model: Rick
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/19/2016

THE LAST CUSTOMER.... WAS A BITCH! by SoftTouch

26 photos

  Kerry knew how lucky he was to get this waiter’s job at an exclusive restaurant downtown. He was making a very good wage which was helping him pay his way through his freshman year at college. But he just hated it when the last customer of the night sat dawdling over their after-dinner coffee instead of just going home so that Kerry could close up for the night. All the rest of the staff had gone home and the owner trusted Kerry to lock up, but Kerry still had some studying for tomorrow’s exams to do when he got home and it was already close to eleven o’clock.

“Is there anything else I can get you, Sir?” Kerry asked the beefy guy in the dark suit, hoping that the guy would take the hint and pay his check.

“No, but I have something for you,” the man drawled as he stood up to his full height.

Innocent Kerry began to smile, thinking that the customer was going to give him a nice tip, so he was completely surprised when the man suddenly grabbed Kerry by the back of his neck. The hard hand hurt as strong fingers began to squeeze Kerry’s tender flesh and Kerry opened his mouth to cry out, but that was when the man stuffed a ball of crumbled handkerchief into Kerry’s open mouth.

“Come on kid, you can show me where the bathroom is,” the man growled into Kerry’s ear.

Kerry was scared to XXXX and the man’s big hand really hurt where it was squeezing Kerry’s neck so he didn’t even think of putting up a struggle while the man picked up his briefcase and then started walking Kerry toward the bathroom in the back of the restaurant.

Inside the small bathroom the man pushed Kerry up against the wall and then showed him a brown leather blackjack-thing that looked like it would really hurt. Then the man pressed his beefy body up against Kerry so that Kerry’s chest was being pressed up against the wall.

Then the man’s garlic breath washed over Kerry’s ear. “All right kid, now I want you to stay real quiet and you want to avoid getting any really nasty bumps on your head. Do we understand each other?”

“Gghuhuh…” Kerry’s throat quivered behind the ball of cotton that was swelling to fill up the inside of his mouth.

“Good boy. Now don’t make any sudden moves and you won’t need to go to the doctor’s in the morning.” The man brushed the hard head of the blackjack across Kerry’s cheek so that the captive waiter could smell the tangy leather and feel the hardness of the heavy lead the blackjack was filled with.

Kerry nodded his head and closed his eyes while his heart started pounding in his ears and mental pictures of Kerry’s bruised and bleeding body scared the young freshman all the way down to his shoes.

Then he opened his eyes and dared to peek while the man started taking lengths of rope out of his briefcase and then began wrapping them around Kerry’s shaky body. Nobody had ever tied Kerry up before and he wasn’t prepared for the way the man’s ropes hugged his body tight and pinched through the thin cotton of his shirt to hurt his skin or the way those ropes made Kerry feel more and more helpless.

Then the man turned Kerry around to face him and pressed Kerry’s skinny frame back against the wall with his muscular body. And then in the brighter lights of the bathroom Kerry got his first good look at the man’s face. The face was aged with lots of craggy lines and there were thin scars over the man’s eye and on his chin, but it was the eyes that scared Kerry the most. They were the cruel eyes of a man who had enjoyed hurting people before and would enjoy hurting Kerry now if the young waiter gave him any excuse.

So Kerry didn’t move a muscle while the man plastered black strips of tape over Kerry’s lips and the ball of handkerchief. And he didn’t even think of resisting when the man pushed him down onto the toilet seat and then began tying lots more rope all around Kerry’s thighs and ankles so that his legs were being all squeezed together and pinched.

“Okay kid, now you sit here quietly while I find out how much cash you took in tonight.”

The man picked up his briefcase and opened the bathroom door. “I’ll be back,” the man promised and then he left Kerry all alone with his fear.

For several minutes Kerry was too afraid to do anything. But then the man’s promise to come back and see Kerry again popped into Kerry’s head and made him even more afraid. What would the man do to him when he came back? Kerry didn’t know, but he didn’t want to be here when that happened.

So first Kerry squirmed against the tight ropes; hoping that he could find some way to wiggle his hands free. But the ropes were tied really tight and the knots felt impossible to loosen. Kerry was really trapped!

Then Kerry saw the window. Maybe he could get some help from somebody outside. It wasn’t easy to get to his feet with the way those ropes were hugging his legs so tight, but Kerry finally managed to stand up and inch his body toward the window. Then he looked out and saw three people down in the street. Terry mmphed as loud as he dared and tried as hard as he could to attract their attention to his plight, but the happy people were all XXXX and they just waved and laughed at Kerry before they walked on into the night.

Kerry felt really helpless as his body sagged back down to sit on the toilet again. Nobody was going to help Kerry and he felt so alone.

Then the door opened and the man came back in with his briefcase. “You can tell your Boss that he had a really good night. You can also tell him that I’m taking that cash as a down payment on what he owes my Boss. He’d better come up with the rest of it pretty quick. Now hold still and close your eyes.”

Kerry saw the man take another wide strip of that black tape from his briefcase and then he started moving it toward Kerry’s face. Still very scared and wanting to get out of this mess with a whole skin, Kerry closed his eyes tight and tried not to move while he felt the man’s blunt fingers smearing the sticky tape all over his closed eyelids and eyebrows.

“Now I know a young guy like you is going to be tempted to be a hero and try to get out of here to call the police right away so I’m going to have to give you a little something to slow you down.”

What did that mean? What was he going to do? Kerry’s heart started beating faster and his breaths started whistling through his nose quicker and quicker. Then he felt one of the man’s strong hands on the back of his neck and a damp bar towel was being pressed over his nose. The bar towel stank of whiskey and beer and Kerry tried to twist his face away, but the man held him firmly until Kerry began to smell something else on the towel. Something really sweet that smelled like a very strong pina collada. What was that stuff?

Bright colors began dancing in front of Kerry’s blindfolded eyes and a warm hazy feeling began to spread all through Kerry’s body until he could no longer feel the hard ropes hugging against him. And then Kerry felt like his whole body was floating up off of the toilet seat just before he felt nothing at all.

THE END

 

Kerry played by Patrick

 

Photography by Caitiff

DATE OF PRODUCTION: 11/12/2005

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go by Zap

25 photos

”It will only take a minute.” That was what Steven had said as he

beckoned Ben to come down into the basement. Now he had

already been gone for longer than that. Not that Ben was

complaining, although he must present a slightly weird picture,

tied to a chair in full formal attire, bowtie and all, in Steven’s

derelict basement.

Ben couldn’t help smiling to himself. His neighbor Steven had

never been one to care about ephemeral things like paint. He did

look good himself, though, in those dirty jeans and t-shirt that he

used to wear when he was tinkering with the stuff he kept in his

basement, like today. So Ben hadn’t minded at all even when

Steven proposed to tie him to a chair. It was all good fun and he

did have a minute to spare. And especially he loved the feel of

ropes around his wrists and chest, and other ropes tugging at his

ankles.

Ben was feeling strangely comfortable, although the clock was

ticking and he was supposed to be off any minute now. This

wasn’t the first time he and Steven played some rope games, but

it had been a while now. He felt at the ropes tying his hands

together. The knots were solid, as Steven’s handiwork was wont

to be. His feet were likewise securely tied to the back chair legs.

There was no way he was getting out of this without help.

Ben found the thought of being helpless oddly soothing, even

though he was going to be late for the dinner. He wasn’t in the

mood for bland food and idle conversation anyway. Strangely he

preferred being tied up in Steven’s dank basement. He smiled

again, thinking that he must be quite the sight, looking like some

kind of captured secret agent.

Oh well, that would be the day… the daring, handsome agent

lured into a romantic tryst and trapped by the devious enemy.

“You can torture me all you like, but I will reveal nothing....” He

tried to assume a suitably fierce expression and tentatively

weighed on the chair to see if he could topple it. He thought that

he could, but he would probably only hurt himself. Instead he just

relaxed and let himself drift off into the world of dreams.

Ben’s daydreaming broke off abruptly at the sight of Steven

coming down the stairs. “Dude, you need to release me”, Ben

smiled. “I should have been off ages ago.” There was something

about Steven’s expression that gave Ben pause. “Yeah, about

that”, Steven drawled. “I called them and said that you’re not

coming. That you had come down with some kind of stomach

bug.” Ben’s mind was racing, as several trains of thought collided

in his head. First he was angry, then relieved, then puzzled, then

a little bit scared. But he had known Steven since childhood and

while he could be a little quirky, he wasn’t really a scary person.

So the smile crept back onto Ben’s face, as he took in Steven’s

dirty t-shirt clinging to his lean, stringy body, his shaggy

strawberry blond hair and stubble and his wry smile as he picked

up another coil of rope. Ben’s smile faded as Steven methodically

tied his knees together, looping the rope meticulously around itself

and fastening it. “Hey man, what are you doing?” Ben wondered.

“You need to let me loose. And what was that thing you were

going to show me?”

“You’ll see soon enough”, Steven answered without looking up.

“You comfortable?” “Yeah, as comfortable as can be supposed

being bloody tied up”, Ben laughed. There was no way he could

take his predicament seriously. He’d known Steven all his life, and

the guy couldn’t hurt a fly. But he’d put up a fight anyway, if just

for show. And he certainly didn’t want Steven to know how

immensely he was enjoying all this, to the point that it was

beginning to show in his pants.

“Quit mucking about”, Steven growled. “You’re not going

anywhere and you know it.” “Oh yeah?” Ben quipped defiantly.

“Oh yeah!” Steven assured him, leaning over him with his hands

on his thighs, pressing him to the floor. Ben was reminded of the

games they used to play. He never used to be able to get out of

Steven’s bonds, while Steven usually got loose eventually. Maybe

that was in part because it always felt so good being tied up by

Steven, feeling his body close but not touching, with Steven

oblivious to the world while concentrating on getting the ropes just

right.

Ben wondered what Steven was doing for a living nowadays.

They had kind of grown apart after Ben went off to university,

while Steven stayed behind, doing whatever he was doing.

Right now he was fiddling with some black rope, standing on a

chair and looping it over a pipe near the ceiling, affording Ben a

prime view of his crotch and even showing some skin as his t-shirt

parted company with his jeans. A string of dark hair curled its way

into the jeans, which showed a nice bulge. The realization hit Ben

like an electric shock. Steven was getting hard. The thought of it

instantly got Ben hard too, and by now he didn’t really care who

knew.

“You getting excited up there”, he called out to Steven, his face

cracking up into a big smile. “Shut up”, Steven growled, giving

Ben a murderous look. “So that's what you wanted to show me?”

Ben grinned, nodding in the direction of Steven’s bulging jeans.

“Impressive.”

“I said, shut up!” Steven repeated, jumping off the chair and

leaning once again over Ben, making him giddy with his smell of

sweat and excitement, that smell that Ben always had loved when

they were horsing about as boys, only this was very obviously a

man’s smell.

Ben wasn’t even scared as Steven looped the black rope around

his neck and tightened it by pulling the other end. Instead the

feeling of the coarse rope around his neck excited him. Somehow

he had never felt so intimate with Steven before, as he literally

was holding Ben’s life in his hands.

“How is our dashing hero going to get out of this sticky situation”,

he thought. “Join us next week to find out.” Steven looked

annoyed at Ben’s grin and tightened the rope just enough to show

he was being serious. “Do your worst, buddy”, Ben thought, also

suddenly serious and looking Steven straight in the eye. In some

deep corner of his soul he felt that it would even be alright to be

killed by Steven. There had always been an unspoken connection

between the two of them, like they were meant to be together

somehow. As the rope slowly tightened around his neck, Ben felt

strangely serene and exhilarated, and at the same time more

excited than he ever remembered, as he watched Steven’s grim

look as he pulled unrelentingly on the black rope. “I won’t scream

and I won’t beg”, was the last thought that passed through Ben’s

mind before all went black.

“I thought he’d never shut up”, Steven thought to himself as he

was untying the XXXX Ben. Steven wasn’t a man of many

words and had never been able to express his feelings for Ben.

But today was different, he thought as he stripped Ben of his

clothes and folding them neatly on the table. Today they had

crossed a line together, and they both knew it. Steven let Ben

keep his underwear on as he carried him upstairs, laying him on

the bed and stroking his body softly while waiting for him to wake

up. The night was still young.

Prom Night by Toldeo Ty (Writer's block 2nd place)

It had been a long school year and was glad to see "prom night"

finally arriving. Although I didn't have "a date" I still intended to go

as I enjoyed seeing all the hot guys and I knew James would be

there (who I secretly had a crush on). Always received "mixed"

signals from him and wasn't sure if he was interested in me or

not. I finished putting my tux on and headed out to prom. I greeted

all my friends as I entered including James. I tried to avoid Stan

as he had made unwanted advances towards me in the past.

While mixing with everyone I suddenly discovered a note had

been stuffed in my pocket which simply said..."meet me in the

basement". I wondered if this possibly was from James as I made

my way down into the basement.

I spotted a wooden chair in one of the corners just as someone

came up behind me with a ski mask on (who I thought was

James) telling me to sit down in the chair. Did James actually

know of my fantasy to be "XXXX"? I complied and he pulled

my hands behind my back and began wrapping rope around my

wrists. This instantly gave me a boner. WOW! How did James

know I was into being tied up? I couldn't help but smile as my

fantasy was coming to life. He took another rope and wrapped it

around my chest and arms, pinning my arms to my sides. The

excitement of this was incredible! I was so turned on, I wanted to

play with my hard cock but was unable to do so which only added

to the whole scene. I was sure that my "excitement" was showing

very prominently though by pants as I was tied up more. Next he

moved around in front of me and wrapped rope around each

ankle and then pulled the rope up to the center part of the chair

(pulling my feet up off the floor) and secured it. I continued

watching with a smile on my face.

Next, he took another long piece of rope and wrapped it tightly

around each leg (just below the knee) and then after securing

both legs tied it off to the front rung of the chair. I began to

struggle a bit and discovered I was very tightly tied to the chair

and it didn't feel like I could actually get free (even if I had wanted

to). Once he was sure I was secure he reached down and played

a bit with my hard cock. I moaned in ecstasy! Suddenly he

stopped and pulled his mask off. To my XXXX it wasn't James but

Stan. I began bucking in the chair to break free of his devious

scheme but he had tied me very tightly and I couldn't find any

knots to try to loosen. Stan looked at me and laughed. "I guess I

have you now, don't I?" He leaned over and kissed me but try as I

could I couldn't break free or stop him. "Stan, let me go." Looking

at me with a very lustful stare he answered..."I don't think so."

"I've told you before that I don't have any feelings toward you."

"Then why is your cock so hard?" he laughed as he once again

grabbed my cock and teased me some more. How could I

respond to that? For as long as I could remember I always got

hard just from the sight of rope and if I saw pictures of a guy tied

up that got me even hotter. Now, finding myself helplessly tied up

(even at the hands of Stan) I couldn't help but be hard. Try as

hard as I could I couldn't break free of the ropes holding me tightly

to the chair.

"Nothing to say?" Stan then produced a black strap and after

attaching one end to a hook in the ceiling he wrapped the other

end around my neck. "Maybe this will change your mind" he said

as he walked away and back up the stairs. "Why don't I let you

think it over." Although I wasn't "hanging" from this it was making

it increasing difficult to breathe. The more I struggled to get free

the more my air was cut off. I tried to keep from panicking but I

was afraid I was going to pass out. I tried yelling but the noise of

the music upstairs made it impossible for anyone to hear me and

yelling only used up more oxygen.

Just as I felt myself beginning to black out I heard James voice.

Quickly he undid the strap around my neck as he asked if I was

alright. I told him that I was as I sat there and caught my breath.

James said..."I saw you come down here and then I saw Stan

come back up but when you didn't return I thought I would see

what was going on." James began to reach for the rope to untie

me but I looked at him and said "No, don't." A bit puzzled he

stopped and looked and then he spotted the bulge in my pants.

"Hmmmmmmm...Looks like someone enjoys being tied up." I

shook my head in agreement. "Well then, why don't we have

some fun?" he said as he reached down and played with my hard

cock and then bent over and kissed me. I passionately kissed him

back and then I felt his tongue against my lips so I opened my

mouth and our tongues intertwined. After kissing for awhile James

said "You look hot all tied up helpless like that." All I could do was

moan as I was so turned on by this whole scene. Suddenly, I

thought about Stan. "What if Stan comes back down here?"

James simply smiled and said I cold cocked that son-of-a-bitch

and hogtied his ass up in the restroom; so don't think he will be

bothering us." I smiled and replied "Maybe you will hogtie me

sometime." James looked at me and smiled as he continued to

play with my stiff cock "You can count on it, stud."

 

Model: Jay

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/12/2008

The Fall Of Ronald Thatcher by Sammy

25 photos; 3:51 video

That's me, I had a lot of things going for me great job, plenty of money, prestige; not to mention my pick of the ladies and even the guys on occasion. Now, look at me cowering on the floor trussed up like a Christmas present. I am going to die here or at least wish I had. I never had any real friends they cost to much money and my family forgot about me a long time ago. Now, there is no hope not for me. There is only the memory of how I wound up in this situation.

My name not that it matters now is Ronald, People at the office called me Mr. Thatcher. Clients called me Ronald, everyone else calls me Ronnie. I was the youngest CEO of one of the most up and coming, prestigious corporations ever. From the moment our name hit the market it was an overwhelming success. Everything we touch turned to gold. My businesses sudden and spectacular success was due in no small part to my own unforgiving, cutthroat outlook on life. No, sacrifice was to great, as long as somebody else was making it. I was corrupt necessarily just unforgiving if you were not bleeding for the company you were not working for the company. Those first months I lost almost all my staffing because the lightweights could not handle the rigors of a fast-paced and diligent workplace. Casualties were high. Business causalities like ulcers, stress, and nervous breakdowns were commonplace. But the point is that in just a few short years I had put my company at the cutting-edge of success. Now that the company was there I was gong to make damn sure it stayed there no matter what. Sure, I stepped on a few toes! Of course feelings got hurt!

I suppose that is what eventually landed me here. Bound and gagged by an assailant the said he was hired by an individual I had hurt. He would not tell my the name of the injured party but he assured me after tonight it would be the only thing I could remember. I had just gotten home from the office. As I was loosening my tie a meaty hand was clamped so hard over my mouth I couldn't breath. MMmmPPppHHhh! I hadn't even removed my fucking shades. I turned to glare at the guy but all I could see was a thick arm extending from a body composed of towering muscles and hatred from the way he looked at me.

"You are Ronald Thatcher." It was not a question so much as a plain statement of fact. All I could do was stand there nodding stupidly. I was to terrified to scream.

"You will not be hurt as long a you obey my every command. A moment of hesitation, a refusal or anything short of an instant compliance and I will break you." Again a simple statement of fact. My now captor was also unnervingly well spoken. Much more than a common thug.

"Kneel" came the command. It was so unexpected it startled me.

True to his word my brief hesitation earned me a bone shattering punch to the ribs. He had hit me so hard the world went out of focus as I felt my knees buckle."I said kneel."

Once on the ground the surprisingly deft hands of my attacker wound me up in so much rope; that he seemed to pull out of nowhere. He wrapped it around and around my chest cinched in one smooth knot and then continued to wrap it around first one arm then across the back and around the other arm. Then with the slack he brought the rope down the small of my back bound my hands ifin four or five loops and wrapped the rest around my stomach and secured it around my wrists with a series of complex knots. The ropes bit through my thin dress shirt and chaffed against the skin of my wrists.

"You know,.." I began because he had released his strangle hold on my mouth to tie me.

"Quiet", he said as calmly as if he was describing the weather.

I clamped my mouth shut so fast my teeth made a loud and audible click. Then almost on cue they smeared a sticky strip of duct tape over my lips.

"Face the wall. I do not want to see your face." I quickly twisted by body to the wall the tight ropes constricting alarmingly. As the ropes tightened little slivers of pain crept up my spine. My gut still aching from his punch I did not want to do anything to incur his wrath again. Then he did something unexpected he stood up marched through my living room to the bedroom phone. I twisted painfully against the rope and looked over my shoulder. He had called someone I had no idea who he was talking to but I heard one phrase clearly. "I got him come on up." Was I about to meet the person in charge of my mistreatment. Suddenly he hung up the phone and spun in time to catch me watching him. Fuck! I was in trouble now. It took the massive man only a few strides before he was once more towering over me. The blows rained down on me from all sides it seemed. I twisted and writhed to no avail his punishment was harsh and brutal.  All solid body XXXX. Finally, I surrendered completely. The rope had cut so deep because of all my squirming that I could barely move. Helpless I let him strike me time after time while I just whimpered like a dog.

"That was very stupid. I told you I did no want to see your face.", he said after one final punishing strike that took what was left of my breath. I lay there panting, broken and defeated when a the lingering silence between him and I was shattered by a gently almost methodical rapping on the door. In walked a very distinguished looking young man. He was dressed in designer everything from his shoes which were perfectly polished to the matching pinky rings here wore. One on each hand.

"Wrap up his legs.", he said in a calmly assertive voice. Obediently his thug bound more rope around and around my legs pinning them against each other. I once again struggled futilely in attempt to free myself. All I managed to do was kick off my shoes and get another beating from the big thug for my efforts. The knots he had tied were so very secure.

"Mmpphh, MMpphhMmmm, MMMPPPHHH!!" I screamed into the duct tape. I was finally trying to yell for help but like an idiot in my panic I had forgotten about the duct tape over my mouth. While I tried and failed to break free of the tight ropes or at least manage to make a loud enough noise for someone to hear the distinguished gentleman merely smiled his almond skin striking a sharp contrast to his blindingly white teeth. I know I had seen him somewhere before but my memory came to me only loosely through the pounding of my heart and the pain of my bruised and bound body. Then just as recognition settled in I felt the distinguished man hand caress my face so very gently and pull my shades down so he could see my eyes.

"Your eyes were always so green." Then I knew who he was. My old college roommate. He and I were best friends he had a rich family and was one of the most brilliant minds in the Young Business Men's League. He and I had been such good friends. No, he and I were lovers. Shortly after I broke it off with him he got beaten almost to XXXX by a bunch of our frat brothers that had found out he was gay. Fuck, that’s right the business had been his idea and after I let it slip to the fraternity he was gay I stole the idea and become the man I am now. My plan was foolproof though how had he tracked me down.

Almost as if he had read my mind he spoke, "You were not easy to find. But your most recent anonymous investor was my dad. He had remembered me always talking about you when I went home for summer. He decided to help fund your rise to the top. After that it was a simple matter to watch as you inevitably succeeded and wait for the right moment to extract my vengeance. Don't worry though you will find your new accommodations on my private island very much to your liking. You may even grow so appreciative of my unique form of vengeance you will beg me to continue. Here is a hint it involves one of our favorite toys from our college days." Fuck! What was he talking about. What did he have planned.

"Hogtie him and lets go." My ex said as he walked out the door. "And just so you don't get any ideas about this being all because of you betraying me in college; you should know that early today my father bought the majority of your company's stock in open trading. Without the CEO there that makes my dad the lead stockholder and places him in charge of your business So, really its all about the money. But vengeance, yeah, that works too."

All I could do was stare helplessly into space while the thug contorted my legs behind me in a painful hogtie and continue to whimper like a baby. My God, how the mighty had fallen.

The End

 

Ronald Thatcher played by Mickey O'shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/10/2006

Penalty Round By: Caitiff

33 photos; 3:41 video

“OK, so all I have to do is get out of the ropes?” Zac asked his friends.

“Yep", Josh said as he tightened the ropes around Zac’s arms. "In ten minutes or else you go into a penalty round.”

“Yeah the penalty round", Ron laughed as he helped tie up Zac.

Sounded easy enough. Zac had been tied before. He was sure he could get out of these guys’ rope work.

Josh finished up the knots he was working on. “Ok, I’m all done.”

“All right, Zac”, Josh said as he began to struggle. All he had to do was get a bit of slack. Zac was certain they had tied the knots within easy reach of his hands once he could move his hands a bit.

Josh and Ron watched their friend for a few minutes. They had known Zac since high school, and he had always had problems thinking stuff through. They knew they just had to wait a little while to see if the trap had worked.

Zac meanwhile continued struggling. Five minutes passed. Then eight. And then ten minutes had gone by.

“Ok penalty round!” Josh announced.

It suddenly occurred to Zac that he didn't know what the penalty round was. He soon ignored out when Ron pulled out some green tape!

“What do you think you’re going to do with tha...UMMMPPHH!?” Zac grunted as the tape was wound around and around his head tightly. Soon Zac was unable to speak at all except for muted mumblings. Zac glared at his friends who stood laughing.

“Finally some quiet.” Ron said.

Josh agreed. “Well since we know he can't get out, lets help ourselves to his fridge. I saw some beer in there.”

“MMmmm!” Zac moaned in protest.

“Yeah. And hey we can watch some pay per view. I think the game is on tonight. Only fifty bucks to watch.”

“Mmmmmmmpphhaammm!”

Ron got the beer while Josh turned on Zac’s TV. Both ignored Zac’s pleading to be let go. They planned on eating Zac out of house and home from the start. Now Zac couldn't say a thing. He had agreed to get tied up. It wasn't their fault he had entered the penalty round.

They bound him up good MMPHed him silent and the boy is out for the count for a long hot while. Zac was breaking up a sweat doing absolutely nothing! "Let's keep him like this all weekend!" Ron shouted. "Hell yeah!" cried Josh.

"MMmmmpPPHhm!!" As strong as Zac was, tight ropes reduce any hulk into tightly packaged raw meat. Resisting was futile and Zac now knew he was owned. They knew exactly how to bind up beefy hot headed cocky boys! Zac's torso was sore and ground into. He wasn't getting out any time soon?

The End

 

Zac played by himself

Photography by Rawy

Date of Production:11/30/2012

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25 photos; 6:24 video

 

Several weeks had passed since Dante broke up with Donovan, but Donovan still couldn’t get over it. In his eyes, he had been the perfect boyfriend. He did everything he could to make Dante happy, which is why he was even more devastated when he found out Dante didn’t want to see him anymore. As the weeks progressed, Donovan became more obsessed with the idea of getting back together with Dante…he was sure he could convince Dante if given the chance. However, after all of his texts and calls were ignored, Donovan decided to take matters into his own hands.

Once he was sure Dante was at work, Donovan went to his house. Fortunately, Dante’s hide-a-key was exactly where he knew it was, under the potted plant on the porch. Donovan let himself in and waited. When Dante’s car pulled into the driveway, Donovan pulled out a yellow rag and bottle of liquid. He poured the contents into the rag as the door slowly opened. Before Dante could react, Donovan pounced, grabbing Dante from behind and covering his nose and mouth with the rag. Dante struggled, but the smell from the rag took hold of him quickly, causing the world to blur around him. Within just a few seconds, Dante was out cold.

Donovan worked as fast as he could, propped his XXXX love in a chair. He grabbed some rope from the garage and tied Dante’s hands behind him to the chair. Next he secured his feet before finally wrapping a length around Dante’s chest. He stood back a moment to admire his handiwork. There was no doubt about it…Dante was at his mercy. Now it was time for Donovan to have some fun.

Donovan smacked his XXXX ex a few times until Dante began to stir. Just as Dante began to gather his bearings, Donovan shoved the yellow rag into his mouth, knotting it in the back firmly. Donovan stood behind Dante, looking down on him with pride. Dante struggled, but the knots were too tight. Fear started to creep in when he realized there was nothing he could do, and he had no idea what Donovan was planning.

“You thought you’d gotten rid of me, but there was no way I was gonna let you go without a proper goodbye,” Donovan said as he looked into Dante’s eyes. “Of course, you really don’t get much of a say in the matter since you’re all…tied up at the moment.”

Dante started to thrash about in hopes of loosening the rope. “Go ahead, it’s not gonna work,” Donovan said. “You aren’t the first ex I’ve tied up. Won’t be the last either. To be honest, you struggling like that is starting to turn me on.” Donovan knelt beside Dante and grabbed his shorts. Dante let out a muffled grunt of rejection that fell on deaf ears. He watched helpless and Donovan slowly pulled down his shorts, revealing his boxers.

“Boxers…really? You really don’t want to show off anything, do you,” Donovan said half-heartedly. “But you know what…I have a great idea. I’m gonna run to the sex shop and get us some…toys to play with. You don’t mind waiting for me, right?” Dante screamed through his gag as Donovan laughed at him.

“But before I go, I’m gonna make you a little more comfortable.”

Donovan went behind Dante’s chair and slowly tipped it over, placing it and his captive sideways on the floor. “There, you should be fine like that until I come back. Oh, and don’t bother screaming for help. We both know your closest neighbor is three miles away, and the police station is a forty-five minute drive. I’m sure you won’t mind if I use your car. See you soon.” And with that, Donovan was gone.

Seeing this as his only chance, Dante fought against his bonds with everything he had. He twisted, contorted and pulled every muscle in his body, but the ropes refused to yield. After an hour, he was covered in sweat and completely exhausted. Just when he was about to give up, he felt his wrists start to get a hint of slack in this rope, compliments of his sweat. He started to struggle again, and as the minutes crept by, he felt his wrists starting to work through the ropes. He was on his way to freedom, and all he could think about was how to get his revenge on Donovan when he came back…if he got out of the bonds completely, that is.

To Be Continued…

Victim: Dante
Tormentor: Donovan

Date fo Production: 06/09/2016

Zac Outside

32 photos

Model: Zac

Photography by: Zac

Date of Production:11/30/2012

Heavy Weight by Latoo

20 photos; 4:57 video

It was Saturday night and James was bored. There was nothing to do on the weekends; everyone went home from college and he was left there all by himself in his apartment.

“UGHHHH”! James screamed, sitting on the couch watching TV. “I am so god-damned bored!”

James watched TV for a few hours and realized that he couldn’t watch it anymore.

Flexing his muscles, he said, “Sigh, I guess I’ll workout then. Since, there’s nothing else to do”.

James went down into his apartment basement and began his workout with a machine he bought off ebay. At that same time James began his workout, the back door opened and a fellow roommate of James came home. Now, this roommate’s name was Chris and he was gay. James really didn’t like Chris because he was gay and expressed his hatred on more than one occasion. Chris knew this and hated James as well; the only reason he didn’t move out because every other apartment was too expensive so Chris couldn’t do anything.

Chris, tired from his long trip from home, went down into the basement for a cold beer. He descended down the stairs and noticed that James was lifting weights; he quickly ran to the top without James noticing.

“Oh great.” Chris sighed. “He’s home. Fuck.”

He looked down the stairs and was relieved that James didn’t notice him. Then, an evil thought entered Chris’s head. He realized that no one was home except for him and James and that James didn’t know he was home. With a devious smile, Chris ran to his room and grabbed his rope and tape he had; “I think it’s time that James learns to give me a little respect.”

Knowing that James was much stronger than him, Chris grabbed a butcher’s edge from the kitchen and slowly descended down the basement stairs. James looked over at the stairs when Chris reached the bottom.

“Oh… hey”, James said looking a little surprised. “What’s with the edge?”

Chris answered with, “Well, you little prick. I am tired of dealing with your limited thought capacity; I am going to teach you a lesson about hating gay guys for no reason.”

“Ok” James started to feel scared. “Just put the edge down and let’s talk about this.”

“Hmm. You know that I can’t take your word for it that you won’t try to hurt me the first chance you get. So, I want you to lie down on the bench and put your hands above your head nice and slow.” Chris said waving the edge.

Feeling the need to comply, James did what he was told and put his hands above his head.

“Good boy” Chris walked over with rope in hand. “Now just stay still for a minute.”

Chris took his rope and wrapped a few layers around James’s wrists. James didn’t want to make a move because he was afraid of the edge that Chris has so he just laid there until the tying was done.

“There, all done.” Chris said standing up. “How does it feel to be the bitch now?”

James tried tugging on his ropes, but was surprised at the fact that they were too tight to break.

“So, now what?” James asked. “What are you going to do to me now that I’m tied up.”

“Well, Hmmm.” Chris thought. “Originally, I wanted to teach you a lesson, but seeing you tied up like this has made me a little frisky.

“Whoa whoa whoa.” James shook his head. “Ok, I want you to untie me now. I am not a boytoy.”

Ripping a long piece of tape Chris had, “I don’t think you have a choice in the matter.”

Chris took that strip and forcibly gagged James.

“MMMMPHHHHH!” James screamed trying to break his rope restraints, but couldn’t.

“Ohhhh” Chris said as he slowly rubbing his throbbing bulge in his pants. “Now, what to do next.”

“MMMMPHHHH MMMM” James grunted as he struggled against the tight ropes.

“Oh!” Chris said stopping his rubbing, “What good is a tied boytoy without tying his feet?”

Chris kneeled down and grabbed James’ right foot and wrapped the ankle with rope. He was sure to hold James’ feet tight so he wouldn’t get kicked. After a minute, he took the rope and applied it to James’ left ankle then tied them together.

“That tight enough for you?” Chris laughed.

“MMM I’ll MMPH get MMMMMM out.” James managed to say.

Chris suddenly obtained a sudden mysterious smile upon his face.\

“Ohhh, I just got an idea.” Chris said whipping out his phone. “This’ll only take a second. Don’t go anywhere.”\

Chris turned his back and started dialing. James was curious and tried to listen in on the conversation, but Chris was speaking to low. After about a minute on the phone, Chris said, “Ok, can’t wait for it” and put the phone away.

“Sorry about that” Chris said sliding his hand upon James bare hairless chest. “Now, let me get ready.”

“Ready for what?” James thought. “I don’t like where this is going.”

Chris walked over to James’ hand restraints and only untied them from the bench.

“This is my chance.” James thought, preparing himself for an escape.

“Don’t even think about it.” Chris said grabbing the edge he set down on the floor.

James stopping moving and let Chris tie his hands to the front of the bench. After that, Chris stepped back and looked at the tied up James.

“Good.” Chris exclaimed. ‘You’re ready for them.”

James’ heart suddenly sank as he tried to ask what was going to happen to him.

“Well, if you really want to know what will happen…” *Ding Dong*.

“Oh, there’re here!” Chris excitedly said. “DOWN HERE GUYS!”

James started to really get worried and struggled hard, but was completely helpless.

Chris continued with his previous statement, “I thought it would be selfish of me to keep your tied ass all to myself so I invited a few… well, A LOT of my gay friends to share in the joy.”

James’ face became pale white.

“Hahaha.” Chris laughed. “That’s right, all of my gay friends have a bondage fetish too. I wonder how they will tie you first?”

James tilted his head up and closed his eyes as he heard the footsteps coming down the stairs.

The End

 

James played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 08/27/2009