Against the Wall By Caitiff
21 photos; 3:48 video
“On Your knees! Against the wall!” They commanded. Greg didn't’ have any choice.
Black rope was brought out. Greg’s hands were pulled roughly behind his back. Around and around the ropes went, binding Greg’s hands at the wrists. Cinched tight so that Greg had no slack.
More rope, this time binding his chest. Again, coils of rope was tightened around Greg’s broad chest. His arms were pinned back. Greg gave the ropes a bit of a test when the invaders weren't’ looking. No slack, no chance of escape.
“Shut him up!” and Greg knew what was coming. The bandanna was knotted in the middle. That part was XXXX between Greg’s teeth. He bit down hard on the lump of cloth filling his mouth. The guy tied the ends of the bandanna behind greg’s head. It was incredibly tight. Greg knew he had no chance of prying it loose, no matter how hard he pushed his tongue against the wad of gag that was now keeping his quiet. Greg let out small muffled moans through his gag.
Greg had to sit on his ass, tied up, while the men took his stuff. There went his new plasma screen. His computer followed. Greg’s $ 600 suit, gone into a bag along with every knick knack that looked like it had even an ounce of value.
“Mmmmmm!”, Greg couldn’t take it. They were even taking his furniture. Soon Greg would have nothing left but an empty house. He struggled and twisted, even though he knew it would do no good. Greg rolled on the floor as much as his bondage allowed, which wasn’t much. But he never got very far beyond the wall. At best all Greg could do was pound his helpless body against it, for all the good that did. The walls were so thick no would hear his thumping. The thick gag made yelling not an option.
Greg had never been helpless in his life. He had never been tied up before. He had never been gagged before. Greg had never before been in a situation where his muscles couldn't’ help him. Now he had all the mobility of a worm. the only sounds he could make was faint mumbling.
This was too much for the robbers, it seems. They pushed him onto his stomach, laughing as they did so. They XXXX his knees up to his hands. Ropes (where did they get it all?) went from his feet to his hands and back again. Greg was made into a human bondage ball, held together by lengths and lengths of coiled clothesline.
The men laughed as Greg rolled around helplessly. They mocked the big tough muscular man they had reduced to nothing. And they did more then laugh. They watched as the stud failed to get loose. Greg knew he was fucked but he struggled anyway. He tensed the muscles in his beefy arms and broad chest and back. His ass was XXXX to work to keep his head up.
The men watched and liked what they saw. This guy was probably the nicest thing in this dump.
“Make room in the truck. We’ll take him too.”
“Mmmmmmm!”
The End
Greg played by Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/25/2010