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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 .
THE END
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

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