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Knew Too Much By HumiliatedGuyz

25 photos; 5:38 video

The worst part, the part that really chapped Jon's ass, was when his captor kept ruffling his hair like he was some dumb little kid getting punished for his own good! It was so humiliating! It's not like he could slap his hand away! He was securely tied to a chair, gagged, and blindfolded!
All he had been doing was a necessary network audit in his role as an IT contractor. Run-of-the-mill stuff. But he had noticed that a few of the employees were awfully stand-offish during his week at BG Inc. He couldn't figure out why. Until he found that sub-folder buried within the system.

Holy shit, he thought to himself, someone's been embezzling around here. And that's when the big guy and two of his friends grabbed him. Jon, currently single and prone to working late nights, tried to call for help but the guy's big meaty hand was sealed over his lips as they dragged him kicking and mmpphing to a storeroom.

Before he knew it, he was tied up with thick black rope. His hands roped behind his back, knees and ankles tied together, and they sat his ass on a high stool so he couldn't squirm and writhe too much in his bondage without falling! The big guy's accomplices left, one of them mentioning something about "a box." Oh, shit, were they going to put him in something and bury him?

"Please I don't know why you guys are doing this, I don't. I didn't see anything," Jon pleaded with the big guy as his captor fooled around at an old desk with what looked like strips of cloth.

"Surrrrrree, you didn't. We've been watching you ALL WEEK, Mr. IT Guy. Believe it or not, I was actually rooting for you not to find out about our extracurricular activities around here. We still feel bad about having to ship the last guy to the farm down under,"

"What? Farm? Down under? What the hell are you talking about? Just let me go! I don't care what you guys are doing. I just want to go home," Jon pleaded desperately.

"Home, hmm. Unfortunately, Mr. IT, you're moving. See, in addition to our financial fun, the other boys and I also have a financial interest in a little place in the desert at the bottom of the world. It's kind of like summer camp except you're going to spend a LLOONNNGGG time there. In bondage. As a sex slave for our very rich, very perverted clients."

Jon was speechless. A sex slave? Him? It sounded like gay porn! This had to be a joke. Some kind of hazing for the new guy. Don't they know I'm just a temp, he thought desperately? The ropes were so tight. He was so helpless. This guy could do anything he wanted to him. And proceeded to do so.

He approached Jon with a wad of cloth. Jon knew what it was for.

"Please don't. You don't have to gag me," he begged quietly.

Apparently, the big guy did. He stuffed the cloth in his mouth, firmly but almost tenderly like he was feeding a baby. Jon felt like an idiot sitting there, tied up with cloth stuffed in his mouth preventing him from crying for help. It wouldn't have mattered. The security guard was in on it, too, and was currently watching Jon getting gagged on the security cam feed and rubbing his crotch. He was a good example of the farm's clientele.

"Don't you wish you had never looked at those computer files?" the big guy asked him, as he approached with a roll of duct tape to supplement the cloth gag he had already tied around Jon's stuffed mouth.

As Jon's head was wrapped in duct tape, he tried to form words to protest through his stuffed mouth but it was no use.

"Did anyone tell you that you give the sexiest little mmpphs when you're gagged? A big strapping guy like you all helpless. I'll make sure the guys down at the farm keep you gagged all the time so they can experience them, too. So sexy!"

The duct tape sealed his speech's fate. Jon was blindfolded next. He had never felt so helpless. Couldn't move, talk or see. He was putty in this weirdo's hands.

"Mmmmpphh? Mmmmpphh! Mmmmmmpphhh!"

That was in response to the sudden socked feet tickling he was being given by the big guy. He tried not to show that he was ticklish. He had a feeling any weakness he revealed would be used against him where he was supposedly going. In a box! With airholes this time, had the big guy said? NNNNOOOO!!!

The big guy opened Jon's shirt, feeling up his barrel chest. How is it that he was a burly boy that couldn't, OOOF, bust out of these damn ropes! The squirming he was doing was mortifying! He felt like a XXXX chick!

His captor finally left the room to get "the box" ready. Jon squirmed and wiggled with all his might in his bondage. He flexed muscles, tried to spread his legs and ankles, and debated whether he should hop in his socked feet for help. He had realized this wasn't some sort of hazing and these guys had a fate worse than XXXX in store for him. Jon began to imagine his future - only allowed to wear a thong with wrist and ankle cuffs for bondage, buttplugs, ass XXXX, dressed up as a girl, treated like a dog or a horse, spanking, XXXX to suck cock. His imagination got him even more terrified as he panicked in his unyielding bondage.

Well, at least the box will have holes this time.
Model: Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
If you like what you read here, check out Humilited Guyz's Tumblr Date of Production: 05/16/2018

Tags; suit, tape gag, bad guy, gagging, chair tied, stuff gag, hand gag
Stashed Away by Kirkone

27 photos; 4:11 video

            “Hold still while I gag you.”

            “I did not know you were going to use a gag too?”

            “Well, asshole, if we are faking a home invasion, we got to make it look real.”

            “OK, gag me.”
             Raul took the strip of cloth and tied it between Frankie’s teeth. He cut off some duct tape and plastered it over his mouth.

            “Now, let me adjust these ropes. I had made them loose, but I think I will make them tighter. Want to make them look real for your wife when she returns home!”

            Frankie hated being bound, but this was his revenge. His x-wife was draining him with alimony. If somebody robbed all his valuables, cash, stocks, bonds, he would have nothing to pay her, and the court would reduce his required amounts. Yet, he would still have it all. It was a simple plan. She was due today for a payment. The house would be bare, since Frankie and his friend had already stripped it clean. She and her attorney would find him bound and gagged, and they would go to the cops. Ultimate revenge. Frankie would have it all, she would get shit.
             “Hey, that’s too fucking tight,” Frankie mumbled through his gag. His buddy just pulled hard on the ropes circling his chest, around his upper arms. “Awwwww, can’t take it? Tough dude like you? You look all so tough in that white undershirt and jeans, all roped up. Did I ever tell you I always wanted to tie you up? And I have a thing for white undershirts and jeans?”
           Frankie looked pissed. Raul was enjoying this. The ropes were very tight, and Frankie felt his wrists going numb. His legs were being worked on now, ankles and knees roped. Frankie felt his feet accidentally tickled and he jerked. “Ticklish?” His friend was about to tickle his feet when the door bell rang. “Saved by the bell,” his friend joked. Frankie looked at the clock. The bitch was two hours early. Frankie shook his head violently “NO,” but Raul disappeared. Frankie was panicked now, and began to shuffle his body, trying to break free, but he was roped professionally, especially his wrists. He even squirmed to a kitchen draw, looking for anything to cut himself free, when his x appeared, arm and arm with his friend!

            “I should have tied you up before,” his buddy said as he and his former wife dragged him back into the pantry. He again checked his ropes, nice and tight.

            “Now we have all your shit, and, if you go to the cops, we will rat and tell them you were planning larceny - against the law.” Frankie was fuming, double crossed. His wife smiled. “You can miss this week’s payment; however my lawyer and I will be back next week. Hope you get out by then Ta Ta!”

            Frankie lay there, bound, gagged, defeated. He heard the car drive away. It might just take me a week to get out this,” he thought as the squirming and struggles began.

Frankie played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/25/2008 Tags: tape gag, story, bare feet
Caught Fuzz by Caitiff

22 photos; 4:33 video

“Mmmm!”, Officer Ronald Daltry grunted through his gag. He couldn’t believe he had been XXXX while on the beat. He hadn’t seen it coming. One minute he was in his squad car finishing his reports, the next minute a gloved hand was reaching through the window with a wet cloth reeking of chemicals. Ronald woke up in some apartment he had never seen before. However he did recognise some of his XXXXs as Donnie Bertucchi’s thugs. The same Donnie Bertucchi that had half the police under his thumb. “Hey, he’s awake!” one of the thugs said, checking on the ropes that bound the XXXX cop’s hands securely behind his back. They sat Ronald’s ass on a kitchen stool and then tied up his legs with more rope. “Mmmmpphhh mmm?!”, Officer Daltry protested. “Man, this pig sure makes a lot of noise for being gagged!”, One of the XXXXs commented. One of his buddies threw him a heavy cloth. “Then gag his mouth some more until you can’t hear him no more!” Ronald Was gagged even more with the foul smelling rag wrapped over the cleave gag he already had. He decided that silence was the better the course for now lest they start shoving any more into his mouth.

“All right, uh huh...”, Officer Daltry could hear one the thugs talking on his phone. “Yeah, he’s sitting tight. Yeah.. sure boss.” The thug, probably the leader of this bunch, hung up his cell and went over to the captive cop. “You should have taken that bribe money, pig. If you had just minded your own business, none of this would have needed to happen. But now you got sit tight here while some guys come to take you to do some cement work.” “Mmm!”, Officer Daltry grunted for all the good it did. He was made even more helpless with a blind fold. “So what we do now?”, Ronald heard another thug ask. “We’ve done out part. Now our package sits here for the cleaners. “ “You feel like Italian?”
“Sure, our boy can be by himself for a while.” Oh God, were these guys actually dumb enough to leave him alone? When the door shut and Ronald couldn’t hear anyone else in the room, he guessed they were. This was his one chance.

Carefully he stood up. Though bound hand and foot, Daltry could still hop. He couldn’t see but he remembered how the room had been set up before he had been blind folded. He made small hops at first to what he thought was the door. Sure enough he eventually felt the door. Unfortunately as he tried to open it with his bound hands, he slipped and fell on his ass to the floor. “Mmm!”. Ronald grunted into his gag. Still he didn’t give up. He rolled on the floor until he was able to get back on his feet again. From there he found the door but this time took a few moments to rub his face against the ledge, loosening his gag and blind fold. Now able to see, he realised that the door had been locked the entire time. Ronald unlocked the door, opened it and bunny hopped to the street where a little old lady walking her dog was able to untie him. The End

Officer Ronald Daltry played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2009

TAgs: police, otm gag, uniform,, blidnfold, socks, story

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