The Adventures of Leo - 4

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Leo did not retire to his bed that night - he was carried to it and dumped on it, naked and bound.
It wasn't even a proper bed, but an uncomfortable put-you-up sofa in a basement room.
His captor thought a captive cop on a rainbow flag was hilarious and took photos for the Internet.
Leo drifted off to sleep hoping the cops would see them and spot clues to where he was being held.

 

In the days that followed, Leo slipped into the routine of being tied and retied, dressed and undressed, all for the amusement of the punters. He became accustomed to being a captive servant of their perverted desires and found it wasn't always unpleasant, they weren't all nasty.

 His days of duty normally followed a repetitive pattern of bondage trials, interspersed with meals and closely supervised exercising, designed to keep him in prime condition. Leo enjoyed seeing his body becoming fitter and his popularity was becoming strangely pleasing to him, but he was told it wouldn't last. He was hitting his target earnings now, the Captor said, but these men would soon get bored with him. This was just the easy money, he'd soon be moved on to more demanding work. Then his takings would increase much more rapidly, but the Captor said he had to pace him so he wouldn't burn out too soon.

Leo wondered what 'burning out' meant. Maybe his Captor would set him free, one day, with a nice share of the money he'd earned.

One day, a routine macrame session with a client was suddenly interrupted. The Captor burst in with a very agitated demeanour and bundled the trouser-less customer out of the door, telling him he had to leave quickly. A few minutes later he returned, lifted tied up Leo off the bed and hurriedly carried him to a well hidden back room, where he dumped him on the floor and locked the door.

Shortly after Leo heard voices nearby, it was the cops, he could tell by the tone and pattern of their questioning. He strained to hear better and called out to them (as best he could though the multiple layers of gag stuffed in his mouth). But they didn't hear him, despite repeated efforts. After a while, the voices faded away and he was left lying on the floor for the rest of the day.


After this, Leo's police career gradually became a distant memory and he pretty much gave up hope of rescue. As he had been warned, his early, underwear-collecting customers gradually stopped coming and his duties became more exotic and his clients more demanding and cruel.

Leo's first, really bad day started out as an innocent-seeming 'Harem' role-play. Leo was bound as usual and laid in a tented, luxuriously cushioned bed, ready to receive a Middle Eastern client of considerable wealth. The client was thrilled at first, calling Leo his 'Nubian Slave', but their encounter rapidly turned into an Arabian Nightmare of severe ball-binding and scorching hot oils. Unfortunately he enjoyed Leo's anguished squirming so much, that he promised to return for the 'disposal sale' when he would buy Leo to be his permanent Eunuch.

Leo suddenly saw a vision of a much more frightening future.

Go to Part 5
To read this story from the start go here

These pictures of sexy Leo are fragments of larger sets from Bound Guys - go take a look!

The Adventures of Leo - 3

When the second visitor finally left, he took Leo's underwear with him.

"You're doing better than even I expected", reported his Captor
 as he took Leo for a well-earned shower,
"they have to pay extra for your clothes and spanking, you know.
It just shows how much they like you."
 .

It hadn't occurred to Leo that these men were actually paying to use him.
He'd thought he was being held for ransom or prisoner exchange
 and that these guys were just gangsters venting their hatred of cops.
Being 'liked' in this way was not appealing at all.
 .

.
He had plenty of time to think about this development
while he waited in fresh clean underwear for his next 'appointment'.
He wondered apprehensively what other 'extras' might be on offer,

Groping and spanking was obviously part of the basic package,
 but it wasn't hard to imagine more unpleasant, frightening possibilities.

As it turned out, customer number 3 mainly wanted to practise his 'shibari' skills
but he did also torment Leo with tickling and painful tweaking.
By the time the sweaty session ended, Leo had been comprehensively molested and drained.
The stranger departed, breathing heavily and clutching Leo's replacement underwear.
He had a long wait in the cold before the Captor came for him.
He carried him to his sleep cell having decided to put Leo to bed that night as he was,
very tightly bound.

Go to Part 4
To read this story from the start go here
These pictures of sexy Leo are fragments of larger sets from Bound Guys - go take a look!

The Adventures of Leo - 2

Some time later the recipient of the Captor's call entered Leo's cell
He was just as excited by Leo, as The Captor had predicted.

A real cop, totally helpless, what an opportunity!

 Leo had expected these men would take advantage of his immobilisation to hurt him.
Strangely, though, this one was content to watch him struggle, enjoying his predicament

Although he did tweak the tethering rope occasionally
just to make Leo jump and dance - like a puppet on a string.

He was very aroused by Leo's police uniform and when he left he took it with him.

 having negotiated a suitable fee with Leo's captor,
who refused to allow any discount for the still-wet soiling.


At first Leo was furious over losing his uniform,
but he knew the other cops would be scouring the streets trying to find him,
and if they found his stolen uniform, it just might lead them to him.

The Captor returned and adjusted Leo's underwear to it's normal position

It restored some modesty for him, but offered scant warmth in the chilly cell.

He was made to sit astride a gym bench
and told that his rather utilitarian style of underwear,
though obviously chosen for comfort rather than style,

would probably be a big hit with his next visitor.

The Captor then tied Leo to the bench, face down on the smelly seat.

He left him waiting in the cold - embarrassed, uncomfortable and apprehensive.

When the next man entered the cell he laughed at Leo's underpants and vest
He scolded him for wearing schoolboy underpants, making Leo blush,
and then administered a short but stinging spanking on his rounded buns,
leaving those fuller cheeks equally flushed.

Leo tearfully memorised his face, vowing revenge when he got free. 

But as if the spanking were not humiliation enough,
this man started taking photographs of Leo
 from a variety of frankly, embarrassing angles,
promising they would soon find their way onto the Internet.

Tears and naff underwear,
that wouldn't be too good for Leo's street cred
 - or his career, he reflected.

Where were the cops when he needed them?

Go to Part 3
To read this 'mitchmen' story from the start go here
These pictures of Leo courtesy of Bound Guys
There are lots more sexy pictures there.

The Adventures of Leo, The Captured Cop

When he came to, the last thing Leo could remember
was being called to a bar to sort out a brawl.

It should have been just a routine, night patrol incident

But when he got there, it was like they were waiting for him. 

There was a scuffle but he couldn't remember what happened after that.

A man entered the cell and began to taunt him.
 "Wakey, wakey Leo, this is the start of your new life!"

He grabbed at Leo's uniform, saying
"First, let's see what you've really got!"

Shirt buttons and fly zip are opened to reveal Leo's white singlet and underpants.
 "That's interesting underwear you're wearing, Leo" opines his Captor,
"It tells me you're clean living, modest and not very adventurous, I reckon.

Unfortunately, we don't get much call for that these days,
 so that may have to change. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Let's see some more.........."

And a  few seconds later......
"Love those thighs Leo! That uniform definitely doesn't do you justice.

You ought to be in a job where you can use that hunky body."

"Now Leo, what else is there to see?"

"Well now, shaved pubes eh? Maybe I was wrong about your adventurousness after all.
I can definitely see potential, in fact I know someone who'd love to look you over.

I'll go and call him now....Oh, I nearly forgot....."

" .....Just so you don't get any ideas of escaping.

Mmmmm Leo, Leo! 

I think you were just made to be cock-tethered!"

"I won't be long Leo. don't go away!"
The Captor departed leaving Leo alone in the chilly cell,
contemplating his fate.

Go to Part 2
Pictures of Leo courtesy of Bound Guys

ref390

First catch your rogue - 1 Testoterone Issue

"woorsssit???"

"That was a text on your phone Darren, from someone called Jody.

It says 'where RU?' with lots of exclamation marks.

Looks like Jody's not happy with you!"

"ffrrrkoff! "

"Nice phone by the way, I might hang on to that,

but I expect you stole it anyway."

"ffrrroff !!! faaastudd"

Now, listen Darren, I know you're probably not the sharpest blade in the box.

That's not your fault, but really, you should have worked it out.

 If you keep breaking into people's houses, wrecking them and stealing stuff,

 then, sooner or later, in all probability,

 you'll run into someone bigger, stronger and nastier than you are......

 ...and in this case much, much nastier, Darren, I'm afraid.

 

"ffrrrkoff! ffrrrkoff! "

"Yes, you're quite right. (sigh). 

Now, don't go away Darren, I'm just popping into the kitchen, 

I've got something just the job for you.....

"ffrrrkoff! "

"You're a good looking brute, Darren, I like your body shaved like that,

but you've got too much aggression, way too much testosterone."

(sounds of drawers opening and rattling)

"Now where did I put it?... (rattle, rattle) 

......I think we need something special for this occasion......(rattle, rattle) 

 .......Ah, Here it is!"

"Look, Darren, it's a bit Freddie Kruger I'm afraid, 

But it's big, bright and shiny - and freshly sharpened.

What do you think?"

"nnnuuurrghh!!!!" (chair scraping noises) "nnnuuurrghh!!!!"

THE END

Riding The Wedge - 4

A final set of more or less painful straddling images, involving blunter instruments than the true wedge, but each with it's own test for the stoic model to endure.

Unashamedly erotic, but a statue of a lion in ancient, Middle Eastern style lends a touch of arty class to this image. Still, the grainy, gritty texture of that stone must be murder on our elegant model's naked bottom and you can be sure that the photographer will demand numerous adjustments to his position to get a decent selection of poses. I know I would! 

The model's expression suggests he's already had a couple of abrasive moments.

A steel girder in an industrial setting would normally present quite a cold challenge to this boy's exposed rear, but by the look of things it's quite hot and steamy in here. The lower flange of the girder is only wide enough to support a couple of toes and he looks suitably unhappy, poised gingerly there with a forlorn expression on his face.

 Apollo Phoenix (can that be his real name?) spreads his legs happily to accommodate this plastic wrap-around seat. It's just high enough and wide enough to prevent him placing his feet comfortably on the ground. Quite the opposite of a sharp wedge, but who knows what lies hidden behind the upturned edge? It's in the lap of the gods you might say.

Of course, plastic + sweaty = adhesion and it looks like Apollo's just realised. 

An unpleasant un-peeling looms.

Riding astride a horse is the archetypal wedgie experience, no wonder cowboys were so happy round the camp fire. This handsome trophy animal may be dead, but those wicked horns, curling in towards the model's nude torso are enough to suggest a wilder, more challenging alternative to the horse ride. 

If he didn't feel foolish enough balanced like this - and he does look cross - the model has become a trophy himself. I'd find room on my walls somewhere for such a beast.

If you're wondering about the physics and engineering of producing this picture, I think that's the floor behind him.

Riding The Wedge - 3

Sorry for the gap in posts on this topic, computer on the blink!

To complete this thread, more images to get you thinking
about wedges between thighs.

Trying the wedge out?

The padded leather motorcycle trousers (chaps?) and sleeveless top suggest virility, manhood and a touch of wildness but the model's face looks far too youthful and cleancut. It's an incongruous combination, like a youth trying to be a man, too early. The expression on his face suggests he might be out of his depth already!

A beautiful model contemplating the possibilities of the wedge.
The stepladder is a useful proxy, arrow-shaped and lifting the model off the ground
Sadly my decorator was never this adventurous.
I love those lanky legs.

Ouch! Too sharp lad?
Get back on!
(This image by Dylan Rosser)