Thug Karma by Caitiff
28 photos; 4:46 video
“You mother fucker! You had better let me go you prick!” Danny’s threats didn’t mean much. He had been caught red handed breaking into Tony’s house. Danny hadn’t known that Tony was home or that he knew karate. Danny woke up with a splitting head ache and his hands tied behind his back
“Shut up, moron!”, Tony yelled back. “Unless you would rather I use you as a practice dummy again.”
Danny stopped his idle threats. Fact was, he was scared shitless. Tony should have called the cops, not played bondage games. What was his plan?
Tony twisted his bound wrists, trying to gain some slack. But the rope binding his hands behind his back were too well tied.
Tony shoved his captive onto the futon. He knew he had Danny right where he wanted him. It had taken a while for Danny to fall into Tony’s trap. For weeks now the thug had been breaking into and robbing houses all over the neighbourhood. Everybody knew it was Danny. But there was never enough evidence for the police, not that they cared what happened around here. Fortunately, Tony was a proactive kind of guy.
Realising that empty threats would get him no where, Danny tried a different tactic. “Look, I got some money. I can give it to you if you let me go.”
“I am getting tied of your mouth. Time to shut you up.”, Tony produced a purple bandanna which he used to gag Danny.
“Mmmpphh!”, Danny groaned through his gag. Now he couldn’t even beg.
Worse, Tony obviously had plans for his hostage. His hands lingered over Danny’s bulky chest. Bound and now gagged, there was nothing Danny could do.
Tony groped his captive, squeezing and handling Danny’s buff body, despite Danny’s groans of protest.
“Mmmpphh! Mmmmmm!” Danny moaned as Tony gave a hard pinch to Danny’s nipple’s.
“You don’t learn, do you? I gagged you for a reason. Well if at first you don’t succeed, use tape instead.”
A black piece of sticky tape was plastered over Tony’s mouth. He was then shoved onto his stomach.
“Mmm?!” Tony felt his pants being pulled down, exposing his bubble butt.
“Well, look at that! I thought so.” Tony rubbed his hand over Danny’s bare ass. “Yeah, this gives me an idea for your community service.
Community Service?! Danny did not like the sound of that.
Tony took out some more rope and tied Danny’s ankles together so he couldn’t escape. He then left Danny alone .
This might be my only chance, Danny thought as he struggled against his bonds. He strained and twisted but the ropes around his hands and feet didn’t give an inch. He couldn’t even work the gag loose. As if the cleave gag was not bad enough, the tape had somehow plastered itself to Danny’s mouth.
By the time Tony returned, Danny knew he was defeated, totally at the mercy of this asshole. He planned on doing whatever Tony wanted of him. Maybe he could get his captor to take pity on him. Better a boy toy then a dead man.
But Tony just laughed at Danny’s attempt at a puppy dog face. He seemed to enjoy Danny making pathetic moans though his gag.
“Oh so you want to do whatever I want, I guess?”
“Mmmmm” Tony nodded.
“No matter what it is?”
Danny didn't even hesitate. He knew he had no choice anyway.
“Mmm!”
“Good! Because I’ve been making some phone calls and some of the people you’ve robbed before would work on that that sweet ass of yours as compensation. I think that’s 20 or so, right?”
Oh Shit! One perv was bad enough. But Danny had made his bed. Tony flipped him over onto his stomach. He ignored his captive’s now frantic mumblings.
“Don’t worry. They only get your ass. I’m saving your package for myself. Ahh, I think the first one is already here.”
The End
Danny played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/16/2009
tags: tatoos, shirtless, hands behind back