When you want to really scare someone, you go through their family.

Which is why I had my "employees" XXXX my business rival's son.

Mostly it was just business. We weren't going to hurt him, we just needed his father to know we COULD hurt him. I needed to terrorize Desmond Artington so he would allow the merger of our companies to go through.

So Sandy Artington was snatched from his dorm in the middle of the night. They would find his roomie bound up with the ties from the room's venetian blinds, gagged with a sock off of Sandy's foot, and struggling and mmpphing curses in the closet.

Sandy was taken in exactly what he had worn to bed - gym shorts, boxer briefs, and his remaining sock. Handcuffs did the job of initially restraining him. Thick duct tape sealed his eyes and his mouth. When they brought him into the basement, kicking and struggling and moaning behind his sealed lips, I was a little surprised by my...reaction. There was a certain...stiffening, shall we say?

I sent my XXXXs out of the room. And simply stood there, watching his compact little body bounce in bondage on the bed. His milky skin and angry/frightened protests through the duct tape were really arousing me.

I approached him to try and calm him down. "Settle down. No one is going to hurt..."

With an angry "MMMPPHH!!!" he lashed out with his foot (why oh why hadn't they secured his legs?) and would have connected with my knee if I hadn't leapt backwards. I quickly XXXX his head down into the cot's pillow and got very close to his ear.

"You're gonna pay for that," I hissed.

Threatening to kill his parents made him a little more docile. It allowed me to uncuff his hands, and re-cuff them to the bedframe in front of him. It made him even more vulnerable. As he squirmed there, handcuffs clanking on the metal and the duct tape on his eyes and mouth depersonalizing him, I gave in to my desires. Watching his tight bubble butt bounce in bondage in those clingy gym shorts nixed any moral compunctions I may have had.

He positively squealed behind his gag when I slowly pulled those shorts down. He began to struggle wildly until I planted a firm smack on his boxer-briefed buns.

"Remember what I said I'd do to your family, hotshot."

He stopped, and merely moaned as I slid the boxer briefs down, revealing his taut bumcheeks. I began to palm them, knead them, get them ready for the impending invasion. So to speak. His handcuffs clanked as he tried to get comfortable. More pitiful moans from his taped mouth. I took a second to freeze that image in my mind. Belly down, ass up, a helpless young man unable to speak or see. Hands restrained by the cold metal. Preparing himself for the worst, and unable to keep from a slight squirming.

Sandy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:01/10/2013