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Biking to Bondage by Kurt

31 photos

Greg loved to wear spandex. He liked the way the tight fabric clung to his sexy body, and he wore it every chance he got...running, biking, going to the gym, or to the beach. He also liked the admiring glances he got from both sexes when he strutted around town in his skintight gear.

It was Saturday morning, and Greg picked out some black spandex Nike bike pants, and a long sleeved black and white shirt. Admiring himself in the mirror, he noted the way the spandex hugged his torso and package. Turning around, he glanced backwards to see the way the shorts highlighted his firm bubble butt. Happy with his outfit, he got ready to put on his sneakers for a nice long early-spring bike ride. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Greg pulled open the door, and saw a handsome, tall young guy standing there, also dressed in spandex bike gear.

"Yeah?" Greg said.

Without saying a word, the young stud's fist flew up and connected with Greg's jaw, and he tumbled backward, seeing stars. Before he could react, the intruder was on him, twisting his arms behind his back. Disoriented, Greg couldn't even react, and the next thing he heard was the ominous sound of duct tape ripping from a roll. His hands were quickly taped behind his back, and then a rag of some kind was stuffed into his mouth. Layers of tape were wrapped around his face sealing in the gag. As he was being gagged, he began to struggle, but with his hands tied, he lost any kind of leverage. He felt the attacker's knee pressing into his back as more tape was wound snugly around his arms and then his knees. Greg tried hard to fight back, but as his feet were taped up over his socks, he lost all mobility, and he lay there defeated. Rolling over, he finally was able to get a good look at his attacker. It was Sam McLaughlin, a member of the Bike Club whom Greg knew casually. Some of the other guys had intimated that Sam was gay, but Greg never paid much attention to that stuff. He had no problem with gay guys, and even liked the wolf whistles he got now and them from men when he wore his hot spandex gear. But what the hell was going on?

"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!!???" Greg mumbled, trying to insert a questioning tone into his gagged mumble.

"You think you're pretty hot, don't ya?" Sam said, towering over his bound and gagged prey.

"MMMPPHHH?" Greg replied, confused.

The handsome intruder knelt next to his immobile victim, and stroked his face.

"I think you're pretty hot, too, stud. I've been watching you for months. I just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you in that spandex day after day drove me nuts. I'm sorry I hit you."

Sam leaned in and kissed Greg's tape gagged mouth. Greg tried to pull away, finding the whole situation extremely bizarre, but figured his best chance was to play along.

He tried to smile at Sam from beneath the gag, hoping the smile would be reflected through his eyes. He mewled as sexily as he could, trying to trick Sam into releasing him. But the stalker was too smart, and he ignored Greg's pathetic try for sympathy.

"I think you'll like what I've planned," Sam said, a strange look on his handsome face. "You look so sexy tied up and helpless like that."

Greg started to get mad, and began thrashing around, trying desperately to snap the tape bands that bound him. But the layered duct tape was strong, and Greg suddenly realized that the pressure of his bindings combined with his skintight clothing was having an odd effect on his body. He felt his cock come to life and harden, fighting a battle against its confinement in his bike pants.
Sam noticed too, and began to stroke Greg's now-bulging package beneath the black Lycra. An electric shock went through Greg's nervous system as Sam grabbed at the waistband of his shorts and began to tug them down.

"See, I told you you'd like it," Sam said, as he lowered his face into his captive's crotch.
The End

Greg played by Marcus Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/19/2006
Hector Gets Hectic

20 photos; 3:17 video

Model : Hector
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/24/2006
Deadline by SoftTouch

32 photos

“Hey! I'm trying to take a shower in here!”
            My shocked words ran out of my mouth even before my brain registered the appearance of the intruder who'd barged into my bathroom. He was a big guy who was dressed in dark motorcycle leather and gloves, and he had a dark silk-stocking mask pulled down over his head which made the features of his face grotesque and frightening.
            “You Kincaid?” he growled at me from behind his mask.
            I was so scared the words wouldn't come out of my mouth so I just kind of nodded my head.
            “Turn around and put your hands behind you neck!”
            The Dark Man didn't wait for me to move. He just grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face the wall and then he moved his masked face close to mine and waited impatiently until I raised my arms and put my hands together behind my neck. Then he started to run his gloved hands over my body.
            “Hey! Don't you touch me!” I croaked.
            He slapped me across the face with the palm of his gloved hand just hard enough to sting my cheek and bring tears to my eyes. “Don't give me the pleasure of hurting you,” he warned in a voice that told that he would like nothing better than to begin hurting me a lot.
            So I closed my eyes and tried very hard to ignore the feeling of his gloved hands running all over my body and even over the thin cotton of my boxers. Then somehow I managed to work up the nerve to whisper “What’s this about?”
            “Stupid boy,” he laughed at me. “Today’s the reading of your Daddy’s will.”
            Dad’s will? A sick watery feeling began to spread outward from the pit of my stomach. I'd been away from home for a long time enjoying the freedom of the road and pretty much doing whatever I wanted, but if I didn't make it to the lawyer’s office by five o'clock today, my brother would get my share of Dad’s money and my Dad had been a very wealthy man.
            “Put your arms down!” the Dark Man barked.
            I obeyed without thinking and then yelped a little when he grabbed my wrists and pulled them back behind me. And then I felt him wrapping some rope really hard around both of my wrists and pinching my skin.
            “Ow! That hurts!” I complained.
            “You got a lot of mouth Kincaid, but I know how to fill it!”
            I heard the sound of cloth ripping and the next thing I knew the Dark Man was standing really close behind me with his big arms around my shoulders. I only had a moment to recognize a thick roll of white cloth that had been one of my new T-shirts before his gloved fingers XXXX my lips apart and then began wedging that thick roll of cloth in between my teeth. I struggled a little, but I couldn't stop him from jamming all of that soft cloth into my mouth and over my lips, and then he pinched me again as he tied the two ends of the T-shirt rag really tightly behind my neck.
            “Good boy.” The Dark Man patted me on the head. “Have a seat.”
            His gloved hand grabbed me by my head and then pushed me down until I was sitting on the toilet seat. Then he knelt down in front of me and glared up at me from behind his horrible mask. “I don't have to tell you what will happen to you if you try anything stupid.”
            I was too scared and confused to think of doing anything so I just sat there numbly and watched as he used more of his cruel rope to lash my ankles tightly together. Why was he being so rough? I had never done anything to hurt him. I didn't even know who he was. So I just watched those ropes gripping me tighter and tighter and tried to work my lips into a more comfortable position around the wedge of T-shirt that was distorting my mouth while I tried to ignore the little tears that were dripping down onto my chest.
            “That should hold you for awhile,” the Dark Man decided and then pushed my bound body down onto the cold tile floor. “Now all you got to do is to stay quiet for a few hours. You think you can do that?”
            What kind of a question was that? I didn't even know what to say. So I looked up at him and made kind of agreeing-noises behind the wedge of cotton.
Then his nylon-smeared lips kind of smiled at me. “I'm going to be right in the living room so don't get any bright ideas.”
Then he went out and closed the door on my little tiled prison.
By this time I was so numb with the shock of the whole frightening experience that I just laid there for several minutes listening to the beating of my heart. Then I began to think about my Dad and my horrid brother. Who else would hire some dark goon to do this to me? And the more I thought about it, the angrier I became and then I began to struggle against the tight ropes and work my tongue against the soggy wedge of cloth that was gagging me.
I never really cared about Dad’s money. I had always been happy to make it on my own. But after a dirty trick like this, I not only wanted my share of the money, I also began to plan on how I could get my hands on my brother’s share of the money, too. I'd like to see him go hungry for a change. But then my struggles against the ropes bumped my shoulder into the tub and made a loud noise.
In seconds the Dark Man burst into the bathroom. “I warned you!”
The Dark Man pounced on me and grabbed my body hard. Then he bent me in half until my chin was almost touching my knees while he wrapped and tied more of his cruel rope around my shins and the back of my neck until I was tied up like a package.
“You bother me one more time while the game is on and I'll put you to XXXX!” he warned. Then he went out and slammed the door shut.
Now I was really trapped and for a few moments my situation really looked hopeless. But then I remembered a trick an old sheepherder had showed me when I spent a winter with him.
Instead of struggling against the ropes, I folded up my body into an even smaller package until I felt the neck rope go slack. Then it just took a little time and a little patience for me to slowly work my tied hands down behind my legs until I finally managed to slip them over my feet.
Once I was able to get my tied hands in front of me, it was kind of easy to pull the big gag down out of my mouth. And then I could use my teeth like gnawing on a bone to untie the rope that was binding my wrists. After that, the rest of the ropes were easy.
Now all I had to do was to crawl into my bedroom that was next to the bathroom without the Dark Man seeing me. Then all I needed to do was to grab some clothes, slip out my bedroom window and then make it in time to the lawyer’s office to give my brother the surprise of his young life.

THE END

Kincaid played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/08/2005

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