Muscle Bound By Kurt
26 photos
Jeff stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He made it a point to always shower at home after working out at the gym. He picked up his spandex gym tights and dropped them into the hamper, and gave himself a vigorous rubdown with the thick towel. As he dried himself off, he admired his physique in the full-length mirror. He was very happy with the results of his upper-body workouts. His pecs were massive and well-defined and his shoulders and biceps resembled a Greek statue. His abs needed a little more work, but the six-pack was definitely there...so much hotter than the beer keg most guys wore around their waists. He pulled the towel between his legs and dried off his thick, 7-inch cock and plum-sized balls, then stepped into the bedroom. He slipped on a thong and one of his tightest pairs of jeans, and selected a white spandex T-shirt from his large collection. Jeff was proud of his body and liked to wear tight-fitting clothes. He enjoyed the glances he got everywhere...admiring ones from the women, and jealous ones from the men. Carrying his shirt, he headed for the kitchen to pop open a cold one. As he stepped through the bedroom door, a sudden blow to the head from behind stopped him in his tracks. Jeff groaned and fell to his knees, and everything went black.
As he came to, the first thing that came into focus was his own lap. A webbing of white rope was tied over his denim-clad package, and as he tried to bring his hands up to his throbbing head, he realized they were tied behind his back and somehow attached to the ropes around his waist. As he struggled, he felt a strange rubbing in his ass crack...the rope was tied in there too!
Jeff's head began to clear and suddenly his eyes focused on his attacker, who stood silently in front of him. Tall, muscular, dressed in tight black jeans and T, and ski-masked. He held Jeff's white T-shirt in his hands, and began tearing it apart.
"Hey!" Jeff protested, "That shirt cost thirty...GUMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!" His words were cut off as the intruder tied a thick strip of what had been Jeff's shirt into his mouth and tied it off behind his head, forming a thick cleave gag.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole." he growled, as he picked up more rope and began to tie Jeff's knees and ankles together. Still confused, Jeff didn't even struggle as he was bound and gagged by the stranger in his living room. After he tied off the last knot on Jeff's ankles, he stood up and went into the bedroom. Jeff heard the sounds of drawers being pulled and rifled through. Suddenly galvanized, he began to struggle like a madman. Grunting into the gag, he was furious that his massive strength had been negated by a few strands of strategically tied rope. Every movement of his hands caused the roping around his midsection to pull and tighten up around his groin and ass. Jeff had to admit that it wasn't an unpleasurable feeling, but he didn't have time for that now. Using every ounce of his upper-body strength, he managed to get up off the couch, balancing himself carefully on his bound legs. Carefully, he took one bunny-hop, then another, slowly making his way across the living room to the front door. If only he could get out into the hallway, he knew one of his neighbors would help him out.....
At last he reached the front door, and slowly pivoted his body around so his tied hands could grip the doorknob. Since his hands were tied at his ass-level, even the simple action of turning the doorknob became a challenge. Jeff's handsome face and body were drenched in sweat as he tried desperately to get a grip on the knob by bending his fingers upward. He noticed a sudden movement, and the intruder dashed from the bedroom door to where he stood.
"Going somewhere, muscle boy?" he said. "Don't think so!"
It just took a slight push, and Jeff crashed to the floor onto his back. The gag muffled his grunts as he struggled like a turtle upended on his shell. The intruder towered over him and stood watching, as if amused by Jeff's efforts. Suddenly, he squatted down, and began to run his hands over Jeff's meaty pecs. Jeff heard him mumble through the ski mask,
"Fuck, are you hot....", was what he said, as he kneaded Jeff's muscular chest and stomach, rubbing his thumbs firmly over his hardened nips. He dropped his hand down to Jeff's bound, denim-covered crotch, and moaned softly as he massaged the thick bulge of Jeff's manly package, causing Jeff's cock to swell against its already tight encasement.
Jeff moaned into his gag as he was XXXX by the stranger, and was surprised by the mixed messages his brain was transmitting. Jeff was always horny, and even this surprising and frightening situation caused the blood to rush from his brain right into his cock. He knew he should fight...fight hard....yet......
Suddenly, the stranger grabbed Jeff's massive shoulders and flipped him into his belly.
"If only....." he muttered, "Maybe next time. Thanks for the cash, dickwad!"
"MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!" was the only response Jeff could come up with as the stranger left his handsome victim writhing on the floor.
The End
Jeff played by Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:04/16/2006