Friendly Visit pt 2

22 photos; 3:01 video

Cont. from part 1

Bound Guy 1 played by Derek
Bound Guy 2 played by Rawy
Bad Guy played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/22/2012

Working Out by Latoo

24 photos

“One…two…three…” Toby said as he was lifting his dumbbell. “One…two…three…” Unknown to Toby, there was a stranger looking at him from upstairs. “Yum!” Said this mysterious person. “I’m going to have some fun tonight.” This man descended down the stairs .. Toby didn’t even notice until he heard the last footstep down the stairs. “Hmm?” Toby frowned. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” “Hahaha.” This man laughed. “Just call me Moe. Now, up against the wall NOW!” “Ok ok ok…” Toby slowly got up. “I’m doing what you want.” Toby put his hands up against the wall, but Moe quickly jerked his hands behind his back and tied them up with rope. After his hands were tied, Moe took the rope and tied up his upper body also. “There we go…” Moe smiled. “Now, onto the bench!” “Wait… wha…? Toby was interrupted when Moe’s big hands grasped Toby’s shoulders and led him to the workout bench. “What do you want from me?” “Boys like you need to be quiet while the adult talks.” Moe stated as he shoved an orange bandana into his mouth. “Now then as to 

why I’m here today… that’s something that will become clear to you much later.” “Mmmm?” Toby groaned as he started to fear for what might happen to him. “Now now.” Moe caressed Toby’s head. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you do what I say… and I mean EVERYTHING I say.’ Toby didn’t want to fight back because of what may happen so he just dropped his head and waited for what Moe was going to do next. Moe pushed Toby against the bench and tied his chest to it while hearing muffled cries. “Oh God…” Moe sighed. “And you call yourself a man…” Toby kept on crying until Moe let out an angry sigh, reached into his pocket, grabbed a white bandana, and shoved it into his mouth. But, that wasn’t enough for Moe because he could still hear Toby cry at which point Moe took out a very big white bandana and covered Toby whole mouth with it. Finally, Toby’s cries were silenced by three cleave gags. “Only one more thing to do before we begin.” Moe gave a quick chuckle as he grabbed his rope, placed Toby’s feet upon the bench, and tied them to it. As Moe finished Toby realized that moving was a futile effort; as he moved, his ropes would firmly hold him, trapping him onto to chair. “So, are you ready?” Moe asked. “MMMNO NOMMMPH!” Toby moaned shaking his head. “Haha” Moe laughed. “You really don’t have much of a choice in this matter so just sit back and enjoy hehe.” 

“MMM?” Toby dreaded what he thought was going to happen next. Toby was right… Moe did go for his body first. Moe took his big hands and managed to find all of Toby’s tickle spots. His fingers dug into Toby as Toby franticly tried to pull away, but the ropes wouldn’t give. Toby’s whole body was on fire as Moe was relentless with his tickle assault; you could hear Toby’s laughter through his cleave gags which was meant that Moe was really going all out. “Tickle tickle tickle boy!” Moe said. “Oh yeah… struggle!” “HHHAHAMMMPPH HHAHAHAMMMMPPPHHHH!” Toby kept trying to pull away, but couldn’t. After about a lone hour or so of non-stop tickling, Moe stopped and stood up. Toby panted heavily through his gags as sweat dripped to the floor from every part of his body; his hair on his chest was literally soaked. “I think that’s enough for today boy…” Moe smiled. “So, let’s cool you down shall we?” “…” Toby was way too tired to respond to that. So, Moe started at Toby’s chest and began to massage it slowly. He began at the shoulders and rubbed them softly, but firmly. Then after the shoulders, Moe worked his way down to the chest where he again softly, but firmly massaged Toby’s muscles. Toby didn’t know how to respond to this, but the massage did feel really good so he didn’t struggle. After the chest, Moe continued his way down to the legs where he gave both calves a good rubdown. Finally, Moe finished with Toby’s socked feet where he spent the longest time carefully massaging and rubbing them. 

After about a half hour of massage Toby, Moe stood up to address his captive. “So…” Moe said. “Do you know why I did all this just now?” Toby shook his head. “Well… I did this because you needed a step up from your usual workout. I’ve been watching you for a while with your pity dumbbells and bench presses, but those exercises weren’t getting you anything. So, I thought it was my duty as a wandering workout couch to help such a cute boy. My methods are a little unorthodox, but hey, you’re sweating a lot hehe.” Toby realized that he hadn’t felt so worked out in such a long time. “Good…” Moe smirked. “Well, I think it’s time for me to go now. As for my last exercise to you… get out of these ropes. Good bye.” Moe went up the stairs to the sounds of the bench squeaking.

The End

Toby played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:10/18/2010

All to Myself

25 photos; 6:59 video

Bound Guy played by Bryce
Bad Guy played by Tristan

Date of Production: 03/26/2014

Country Boi Bound

27 photos; 4:28 video

Straight Boi's first time tied

Model: Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 08/13/2020

Just Came In Here to Gag You

29 photos; 3:48 video

Bound Guy played by Manny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/10/2020

You Need to Shut Up

29 photos; 3:56 video

Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/11/2020

House Broken

27 photos; 4:11 video

Bound Guy played by Garrett
Bad Guy played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/15/2010

The Long Sit by Latoo

25 photos; 3:08 video

“Sup y’all!” A man with a backwards cap started to write on the boundguys.com forums. “Name’s Scooter and I’m a gonna speak bout my first experience with the ropes.”

It all started bout two weeks ago when I was chilling on my usual spot in the park. I just hanging there waiting of my crew, minding my own business when this cop walks up to me and gets all in my grill. He was saying shit like “Your being a public menace” and “you have two minute to leave or else!”

Well, I don’t take that kind of shit so I told that fat pig to buzz off and gave him the finger. That made him go all red so he grabbed me and pulled me down the street. I was all like, “Yo man! Let me go!” “Hmmm” The cop said. “I think we can work something out…” He continued to drag me until we entered an abandoned house.

He opened the front door and threw me inside. “Yo! Where the hell are we?” I screamed at the dumbass cop. “Hahaha. This place?” The cop smiled. “Oh, this is just an old XXXX house we cleared out a few months ago. It’s nice and secluded for what I have to store for your pretty little ass.”

“Yo! What the fuck do you want yo?!” I hissed at him.

“This…” He smiled holding out his cop handcuffs.

“Whoa whoa whoa man!” I backed up. “I ain’t no queer! I ain’t doing this shit!”

“You don’t have a choice!” The cop grabbed me behind. He XXXX my hands together and handcuffed me.

“Ouch man!” I yelped. “That hurts yo!” “Oh be quiet you stupid punk” The cop said. “I’ve got something I been itching to try out!” “No way man!” I yelled. “I am soo going to kick your fucking ass when I get out of here!” The cop from out of nowhere took out a purple ball gag and shoved it into my mouth. “MMMMM!” I protested. “Finally you shut up!” The cop XXXX me on my knees. “Your white boy gangster accent was getting on my nerves.”

I was pissing my pants at this point. This cop had me fucking handcuffed and gagged; I was all like, “Shit yo… what the hell imma gonna do now?”

“Now, sit down in that chair over there!” The cop grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the nearby seat.

“MMMM!” I cried out when I hit the chair.

“Now, just stay there for a minute.” The cop told me. The cop pulled out a fucking coil of rope; “How come on…” I thought. “This cop is fucking nuts yo!” He tied my legs to each leg of the chair and made sure I couldn’t escape. After that, he took the rope again and wrapped my elbows and chest with it. After he was done, he just smiled and petted me. He said, “Awww, don’t you look cute with your little backwards hat.” I lurched forward, but the ropes held me down. “Now now.” The cop stated. “Don’t strain yourself. I happen to have some time before I have to go so let’s have some fun…” “Yo man…” I moaned. “Just let me go please…” I think he understand my garbled plea, but ignored it as he came closer. The cop was all like looking at me funny; “Please… just stop yo.” I moaned again. “Give it a rest.” The cop was still lookin at me.

“Ohhh, I see you’re wearing black socks.” That cop suddenly was looking at my feet yo, it was creepy as hell. “You know…” The cop continued. “I have a thing for cute boys in black socks…” “MMMMPH!” I protested. “NONONONMMMMMPHHH!”

“Hahaha.” The cop laughed. “You’re right…. I don’t have time to play with you. I’m still on duty you know.” “MMMmmm…” I groaned. The cop picked up his radio and said, “Dispatch, I found a XXXXgie hanging out in the abandoned house we busted a few months back. Could you send a squad car to pick him up; I’ll make sure he doesn’t run away.” “MMMM!” I cried out. “Well, it’s been fun, but sadly our little date has to end.” The cop smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you company until the squad car pulls up. Your ‘gangster’ ass is going to go over well with the other inmates. Hahahahahaha!”

And that’s my story yo on how I first experienced bondage. Well, I spent bout a week in the slammer until I was released out on bail. Now, I don’t hold grudges cause the word on the street is that the cop is still working. I think me and my home boys might pay him a little visit and return the favor in kind. This gangsta is so gonna drive-by handjob with a little bondage to boot!

The End

Scooter played by Rawy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/16/2009

In My Power by Fidelis

27 photos

You’re going to regret, this you two-bit punk. You and your…MMMMPHH!"
Norm Halliday’s tirade was cut short as a beefy hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Why don’t you just shut your mouth, Mr. Hot Shot? Or maybe I’ll shut it for you. I’m sick and tired of listening to you yammering away. You’re really starting to get on my nerves. But from what I’ve heard, you should be used to that. You don’t seem to be in the running for winning any popularity contests."
"MMMGGETMMMUUPUNK!"
"Yeah, yeah. I’m really frightened, tough guy. Can’t you see me shake in my boots? You can talk tough all you want, but I didn’t notice you putting up a fight when we took you. You were so frightened I thought that you were going to piss in your pants. Now, let me go and find something to shut you up."

"Fucking punk." Norm muttered under his breath. He WAS a tough guy – just ask his employees and his competitors. He could take on this punk any time he wanted – but only in a fair fight. He didn’t consider three hulking, muscular goons armed as a fair fight. He would show these creeps who was boss.
"I’m warning you, you cretin, if you….GGGGGLLLMMMMPHHHH!"
"You were saying? Sorry, big guy, I can’t hear a word that you’re saying. I wonder why?"
Norm fumed, muttering imprecations into the tape gag that now covered his mouth. The bastard had wrapped the tape around and around head, after first stuffing Norm’s mouth with his own handkerchief, which he had extracted from the inside pocket of Norm’s suit jacket.
"That’s much better. Now I don’t have to listen to you. Don’t you ever get tired of the sound of your own voice?"
"MMGOOCANTMMDOMISSTOME! GGGIMMIMPORTANT!"
"Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, I know you’re important. Why do you think we grabbed you? For the pleasure of your company? HA!"
Norm lunged forward in impotent fury. Damn, if he weren’t tied up, he would teach this punk a lesson he wouldn’t forget. He had had the temerity to chuck Norm under the chin when he called him sweetheart, and had made disgusting kissy sounds. Norm was real he-man; he wasn’t going to submit to this kind of behaviour!
"Relax, macho man. There’s no one around here to be impressed by your posturing. You’re just another one of those little tin pot tyrants who likes to throw your weight around, but when push comes to shove, you’re just a big old wuss. Aren’t you?"
"MMMWWUUSSSSS!!!GGGMMRRIPURHEADMOFF!"
"Tell it to the Marines. I told you, I’m not impressed. Now let’s get you ready for some pretty pictures. First, a little note. Yeah, that looks good. Nice big letters, so that no one should have any trouble reading them. And if the sight of you all tied up and gagged doesn’t get your partners all anxious and upset, this might do the trick."
Norm gulped as he felt the big XXXX jammed against this temple. The punk was laughing as he it let it slide down Norm’s neck, and then he jammed under Norm’s chin, forcing his head back. Sweat started to trickle down Norm’s back.
"MMMMNOOOO! MMMPLEASEMMDONT!"
"Aw, is the big bad hard nosed asshole afraid? Does the little XXXX make Normie frightened? Don’t piss your pants on me, big boy. Though that might make a good picture, I don’t want to sit around with you smelling like a big old baby who hasn’t had his diaper changed. OK, now all we have to do is wait . You are such a big prick, your partners might just say good riddance."
"Damn, this waiting is really boring. What do you say that we play a game? But first I want to get rid of this mask. It’s getting really hot. I guess that means that we will have to do something about those eyes of yours. We can’t have you taking a peek at me, can we?"
"MMMGAMMEE? MMNNOOOOO!"
"Don’t be such a big suck. Are you afraid of the dark? Too fucking bad, big boy. Now it’s time to play the game. We’ll find out what kind of macho stud you really are.
"GGMMMPHH? MMHEEEY! MMSHTOPTHAT! MMUCANTDOTHAT!"
"If you hadn’t noticed, you’re the one who is tied up and gagged, and I’m the one with the XXXX. I think that makes me the one who is charge. Now just shut up and we’ll play the game."
Norm wriggled in his chair as the bizarre game began. Norm’s crotch was being alternately squeezed and stroked.  Norm made inarticulate grunting noises as he felt something start to grow in his groin. No, this couldn’t be! It was impossible!
"Hey, you aren’t doing too badly, hot shot. I can feel you’re already starting to pop a woody. Now for round two. Time to get rid of some of those clothes.
"GGGMMMANNNOOO! MMSHTOPRIGHTNOW! NNNOOOOO!" Norm howled into his gag as he his belt was unbuckled and zipper was undone. Moments later his pants and his briefs were pulled down, exposing his swollen cock and balls.
"Oh, that’s nice, really nice. Just waiting for me to play with you, aren’t you? I can see that you’re already drooling. Isn’t a good thing that I pulled your pants down? We wouldn’t want to get that nice suit of yours all sticky, would we?"
"MMMONNNHHNOOO! OMMMMYYY. MMMOHHHH!"
Norm struggled as the bastard stroked his cock and played with his balls. Oh, he was getting so hard, he knew that he was going to blow his load any minute. Oh fuck, he couldn’t stand much more of this. Any minute now, any minute…
"MMMWHAT? HHHUHH?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you the name of the game, didn’t I? It’s called cum control. You see I make you hard and ready to shoot, and then I stop. And then I start on you again. And then I stop. Isn’t it fun?"
Hours passed. Norm was sobbing into his gag with frustration. His cock was getting sore and chafed with the constant stroking and sucking, but the sadistic bastard who was holding him captive always stopped at the crucial moment. Norm thought that his balls would explode soon if they didn’t get some release.
"BRRRRRINNNNG. BRRRRRINNNNGGG."
"Good news, hot shot. Your partners have dropped off the ransom. They’ll be here within the next hour. Won’t it be a treat for them, to see you with your pants down, and your dick out? How are you going to explain that to them? However, that’s your problem. It’s been a blast, big boy. Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you again some time."
"MMMMNNOOOO! UMMCANTMMLEAVEMMEMLIKETHIS!"
Oh God, that bastard. Leaving him here all tied and gagged and horny as hell. Norm tugged and pulled at the ropes around his wrists, rope that had been getting looser and looser over the hours that the punk had been torturing him. He finally managed to get his swollen hands free. He fumbled at the ropes around his ankles. Ah, the relief of being able to move his legs, trapped in that one position for so many hours. He ripped the tape from his eyes. He looked around him, half expecting to see his dick head partners laughing at him. Thank God, he was still alone! He took his poor abused cock in his hand and started jerking, thinking of the vile things  done to him. He bit down on the sodden handkerchief that was still stuffed in his mouth. Oh yeah, the bastard would never have been able to do this to him if hadn’t been all tied up and gagged. As he erupted, spurting a geyser of cum across the room, Norm wondered how much it would cost to arrange another .

Norm played by Stu
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 03/23/2002

Wages of Sin by Fidelis

30 photos

Brad stood by the washing machine, dreaming as he finished his last load of laundry. He looked around him disdainfully. He would be out of this dump soon enough. Just one more day.....and he'd be leaving on a plane for a warm, sunny destination. This job had worked out perfectly - Ivan was completely unaware that Brad had been skimming money from the protection payments, and depositing it in a bank account in the Cayman Islands. It was almost not worth doing laundry to take with him; he was planning on buying a whole new wardrobe when he arrived. But...he didn't want to arouse any suspicions when he boarded the plane, so he needed to take some luggage. The sound of the washing machine drowned out the noise of the door to the basement door opening. Brad was rudely awakened from his day dreams when he heard a voice silkily inquiring "Taking a trip, Bradley? It's not nice to tell the boss that you are going away, especially when it seems that you have developed a bad case of sticky fingers." Oh shit!

"Just stand there like a good boy, Bradley. That's right, put your hands in front of you. There, how does that feel? Tight enough for you?"

"No, no Ivan, this is all a big mistake! I can explain everythi...MMMMPPHH."

"How considerate of you Bradley, to have gag material so conveniently at hand. "

"MMMPPHHHNNNOOOO." Brad was sweating bullets as he was gagged with one of his own freshly laundered socks. He didn't like this situation one little bit. As he was XXXX to walk backwards, with Ivan's XXXX prodding him in the stomach, he tried to think of a way out. Why was Ivan pulling out that stool? Why did he have more rope in his hands?

"Ah, that's much better, my friend. You look quite nice stretched out like that. Everything, or almost everything accessible. Just let me do this. That's better. I had to make sure that you didn't have any concealed weapons, Bradley."

"MMMMNNNNOOOO. GGGSPLAIN." Brad was getting really scared now. Ivan had pulled down his shorts and rubbed that big nasty XXXX of his all over Brad's cock and balls. The metal was hard and cold; Brad was afraid that Ivan might have an itchy finger and pull the trigger while the XXXX was down there.

"MMMOUUUCCCH." Brad screamed into his sock gag as Ivan pulled on his hair. "Explain? You think that you can explain all of the money that has somehow gone missing? Explain how it all ended up in a bank account that doesn't belong to me? How stupid do you think I am, Brad? Now turn around, big boy, and let me have a look at that nice butt of yours."

Brad whimpered into his gag as Ivan fondled his ass, rubbing the cold XXXX over his bare butt. He gulped when he felt it slide between his cheeks. Oh no, Ivan wouldn't do that to him, would he? Hey, what was he doing now? Ivan's hands shouldn't be down there. Oh. Mmmm. Oh. Gee that felt good. Oh yeah, a little harder. Wait a minute, what was he going to do with that rope? OUCH!

"I would advise you not to struggle too much, Bradley. We wouldn't want anything unpleasant to happen down there, would we? I am sure that any sudden movement must be very painful. For instance if I was to tickle your armpits.....you see what I mean. I bet that hurt a lot. You have to be more careful."

Brad moaned as Ivan started playing with his nipple ring, getting his nipple hard and erect. His moans turned to muffled screams as Ivan picked up another long piece of rope. He knew what Ivan was going to do that with that rope. There was no way that he could avoid it; even a tiny movement on his part exerted almost unbearable pressure on his cock and balls. He could only stand there helplessly as Ivan threaded the rope through the ring and tied it off to the overhead pipe. He tried to beg for mercy with his eyes, but Ivan paid no attention.

"That's much better. You don't look at all comfortable Bradley. Just the way I planned it. You have to be taught a lesson. Stealing from the boss is NOT a good thing. And if I do this...I warned you about making sudden movements. No, don't flinch from me, Bradley. Hmm, I think it might be more fun for me if you can't see what is going to happen next. Anticipation is so much fun."

Blindfolded, Brad hung by his wrists, unable to see what Ivan was going to do. Time after time he could feel Ivan's nimble fingers moving over his rib cage, flickering into his armpits, caressing the tender insides of his thighs. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop jerking at each unseen touch. And each movement hurt like hell. He screamed through his gag, but only Ivan could hear his muffled cries.

Finally Ivan stopped tormenting Brad. Brad sighed in relief as the ropes around his cock and balls, and through his nipple ring were released. Then the blindfold was removed. Brad squinted in the sudden brightness. His eyes bulged as he saw Ivan standing in front of him, naked and sporting an enormous erection. Uh oh, this looked like trouble.

" I know that you'll give me my money back, Brad, but I need additional payment for all the trouble that you have caused me. Get ready to enjoy yourself."

THE END

Brad played by Drew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/18/2003

Meet Dick Bob

20 photos; 4:18 video

Model : Dick Bob
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/31/2020

Tied Up with Paperwork

20 photos; 4:25 video

Bound Guy played by Jesse Daniiels
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/06/2020

The Swim Coach bonus video

3:26 video

Swim Coach pt 1
Swim Coach pt 2

Swim Coach played by Patrick aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/25/2020

All In Black

26 photos; 6:23 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 12/26/2013

Red Rope

30 photos; 3:40 video

Model; Arturo
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/16/2008

The P. O. W. by Caitiff

21 photos

Pfc Rod Chainey had just completed Boot camp and in a few weeks he would be on his way to Ranger School. And it had made him a little...cocky (or, as his friends would say, an asshole). That was why Corporal Chris Martiney decided to help adjust Rod's attitude. At least, that was the excuse he gave to his friends to get them to help him.

"I hear your going to Ranger School", Chris shad to Rod as they were both drinking in a bar.

"Yeah", Rod replied, taking another swig from his beer.

Chris gave Rod a once over. Rod's glasses and boyish face made him look nerdish, especially when he wore his BCs, the big ugly glasses the military gave out. But when Chris got below the neck, he saw a body that probably inspired the phrase "built like a brick shit house". Rod had a body like a football player. And from what Chris knew about Rod, he wasn't too bright either. Big and dumb, just how Chris liked them. Perfect.

"You know about the ranger training, right?" Chris asked.

"Uhhh, usual bad ass stuff I guess. Weapons, hand to hand"

Yep, not to bright. "Well, there's that but the real shit is the POW training"

"Prisoner of War? What does that have to do with rangers?"

"In case you get captured by the enemy. Last thing Uncle Sam wants is for some pussy to be pissing his pants and giving away everything he knows"

Rod snorted," Won't happen to me. I can take it"

"Maybe", but the look Chris gave Rod made it clear even maybe was being generous.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

That was the opening Chris had been waiting for," Why not find out. I've done the training. I can give you a sample so when you do it for real, you'll know what to expect. Give you an edge over all the others. How bout it?"

Rod thought a while then, "Ok, sure why not" Famous last words.

Chris handed Rod a paper with his address. "Show up in cammies. just like in boot camp. This Friday. Seventeen hundred hours. Expect it to take all weekend."

Hook, line and sinker.

Friday came and by 5pm, there was a XXXX on the door. Chris answered and, to no great surprise, there stood Private Rod Chainey. He was dressed in cammy pants, a green t-shirt and a cammy hat. He also was wearing his BC glasses (BC, for birth control. they were that ugly. But they were also unbreakable)

"Come in" Chris commanded and as soon as Rod did, Chris's friends Ramone and Larry grabbed him.

"What the fuck!" Rod yelled as amone and Ramone wrapped long lengths of rope around him, binding his hands fast and tight behind his back and rod's arms to his side. Then out came a roll of black tape. After a strip was wrapped around and around his head, Rod's cursing was reduced to grunting and groaning. To finish up, they removed Rod's boots and socks.

"I did say this was prisoner of war training. What did you think prisoner meant?" Chris asked as he stood over Rod's struggling and bound form. Then He turned to Ramone and Larry, "But first, who's up for pizza?"

Hours had passed, most of the day and so far the three friends had pretty much ignored Rod as he lay in the corner. They were now watching the game as they ate pizza delivery (Rod was so effectively gagged that the delivery guy had been o n the other side of the door and hadn't heard Rod's angry moans) To make matters worse, Rod had forgotten to eat and as he lay there in the corner, his stomach was growling. But all he could do was lay on he floor, rolling around like a worm and grunting. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. POW training had to have more then just laying around tied up and gagged. He wanted loose.

MMMph MMMMmmmm Phhht!" Rod grunted as he rolled vigorously around on the floor. Finally he got their attention.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about him. Pushy little bastard, ain't he?", Chris shad as he munched on his pizza', "I got an idea. How about we take turns trying to break him. It's about time the real training begins."

First came amone and Rod soon learned why his shoes had been removed. With his big size 13 feet tightly bound, amone started right in with a tickling attack. Up and down his tender soles, Ramone's hands glided. Rod tried resisting but soon he was huffing through his gag so hard his cheeks were bulging from the tape. Faint squeals of laughter could be heard coming from the behind the tape. Suddenly Rod couldn't take it anymore. His body, though tightly bound, jerked frantically in a vain effort to escape.

" I think he likes it too much" Ramone joked. So they just hog tied him so he couldn't struggle so much and went right back to tickling. The soles of his feet, his sides, his stomach, All Rod could do was keep struggling and hope they stopped. His face was beet red and he couldn't breath. He was trying to laugh so hard, that he couldn't inhale through his nose. He could feel himself beginning to black out. But before that happened, Ramone stopped.

"Want to be untied now? Do you give up?" he asked.

Rod gave the best answer he could while gagged with tape. "Mmmpht mmmmooo!" He moaned angrily as he shook his head no.

 Larry's turn and after undoing the hog tie, the three captors took something else off, Rod's pants. Rod's face went red again, this time from embarrassment. His bare ass was hanging out while he lay bound and gagged and helpless. Rod wasn't ashamed of his body. Just...he wasn't sure about being nearly naked while all these guys were staring at him. And he had a bit of a hard on. A hard on he tried to hid by laying on his stomach. Fortunately, Larry didn't seem interested in that end. Instead, he took off his belt and immediately began wailing into Rod's ass. Rod flinched with each strike. The Ramone switched to his hands and that seemed worse because Ramone hit even harder. Every so often, Ramone would interrupt his spanking by rubbing Rod's butt cheeks a few times but then the spanking would continue again. Rod didn't know which was worse because the rubbing was making his hard on grow worse and with his hands tied behind his back and the way he was lying, his dick was enlarging at a painful angle. Finally Ramone, his hand almost as sore and red as Rod's butt, asked if Rod had had enough.

"Mmmpht mmmmooo!" Rod grunted, even more defiantly then before.

Finally it was Chris's turn but this time Chris did something different first.

"I'll break him," he told Ramone and Ramone, " But I need to be alone with him. Thanks for softening him up for me"

Once they were alone, Chris went over to Rod and flipped him over. Rod's raging hard on, painfully trapped before, sprang to full attention.

" I thought so." Was all Chris shad as he began to softly stroke Rod's...rod. And this time, Rod wasn't quite so defiant."Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!' Rod moaned desperately. But even as he shoot his head no, Rod's hips were thrusting in time t o Chris' stroking. Faster and faster the stroking came and in a minute, Rod knew he would too. It was getting almost impossible to hold back and Rod suddenly didn't want too. And just as Rod knew he was about to shoot...Chris stopped..

"Mmmmmmm! Mm MMMpht!" Rod pleaded, but Chris just sat back with a strange look in his eyes. Rod could feel his hard on subsiding, his body relaxing. he was only half hard now.

Then Chris started stroking him again. And like before, Rod's body responded even before Rod's mind did. and as before, Chris stopped, always somehow knowing the moment when Rod was about to cum.

All Rod didn't even hesitate to answer. "Mmmmmmmm! MMMMM!!!!" he grunted, shaking his head vigorously yes. Anything Chris wanted, Rod would do.

Chris smiled. He was going to have a busy weekend.

Much later, after Rod had gone off to Ranger School, Chris wondered if he ever figured out that ranger training had nothing to do with what he had gone through in Chris's little apartment. Nah, Chris thought, none of the others had. and So Chris went looking for another soldier with an attitude problem.

The End?

Model: Brad

Photographer:Caitiff

Date of production: 05/23/2001

Lathered

42 photos

Model: Lather
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2009

Felt Up by Slade

20 photos; 4:21 video

Model: Axl James
Photography by Slade

Date of Production: 08/02/2020

Taping the Coach

29 photos; 5:11 video

The Coach gets some training of his own.

Coach played by Ron Jeffries
Photographry by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/20/2020

Tight Little Bundle

29 photos; 6:35 video

Model: Steve Thompson
Photography by Caiti8ff

Date of PRoduction: 05/25/2020

Blue Jeans

22 photos; 4:36 video

Model: Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/15/2013

Friendly Visit

21 photos; 4:03 video

Bound Guy played by Derek
Friend played by Rawy
Bad Guy played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

Date iof Production: 09/22/2012

Slim

25 photos

Cowboy played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 01/24/2005

Jock Strap Boi

24 photos; 4:54 video

Model : Matthew
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/19/2012