Skintight Rubber and a Suspended Hogtie

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Private Andrews especially enjoyed making Heavy Bondage suffer with a suspended hogtie. In fact, he enjoyed it so much that he decided to do it all over again…only this time, Heavy Bondage was made to wear skintight rubber sports gear…and so his suffering continued…

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Story – ‘Homecoming’

This story is taken from the website which was run by the late, great Ropejock…

As consciousness returned, I remembered what had happened and tried to sit up – I couldn’t. I found I could barely move a muscle. My arms were tied tightly behind me; I felt something tied tight around my ankles, my knees and even my thighs. My wrists were secured and my elbows were pulled painfully tight together in the small of my back. My head was enclosed in something, the smell was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. My mouth felt stuffed full of something soft, springy but tough and I could barely swallow. The contraption blindfolded me – it must have been a hood of some sort over my head.

As I grew more aware, I felt the strain of the bonds around my body, everything was painfully tight and my muscles ached from the strain of the unusual position my limbs were forced to adopt. I was lying on my side and couldn’t straighten my legs without pulling on my arms. I was hog-tied, I’d seen it before but I’d never thought that it could be this painful. My skin felt strange, I couldn’t work it out but I knew that every part of me was covered in some way. I must have the uniform on, but I knew how that felt and this didn’t feel the same, besides, I knew that the motorcycle boots were not on my feet – that much was clear.

I couldn’t help but try to relieve the strain on my limbs, I moved as best I could but could do nothing to relieve the pain. I realized that my arms were secured to my body and that bonds were secured around my chest and torso in some criss-cross fashion. I could feel them biting into my flesh and restricting all movement. I tried in vain to speak but couldn’t make myself understood, I heard gurgling and rasping and realized that it was me. Saliva was running from the side of my mouth and pooling at the side of my face and chin, held in place by the hood that was so tightly wrapped around my head. There was no light to relieve the darkness in which I was held. I didn’t know if it was day or night.

My body cried in pain. My 6’4″, muscular frame was not built for this type of punishment, and I could do nothing but try to move a little. My efforts paid off and I suddenly rolled onto my chest, pulling my legs up behind me still attached to my wrists as they were. As I settled into this new position, the pain eased slightly and I felt my cock and balls crushed under me, pinned between my body and the surface on which I lay. I sucked on the gag in my mouth as a sharp pain crashed through my body. I’d never been so aware of my equipment in this way, I wondered what those bastards had done to me.

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Photo Gallery – ‘Hogtied’

Nothing like a good tight hogtie for making a prisoner feel both secure and completely helpless at the same time…

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Story – ‘Homecoming Part 1’

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PART I
As consciousness returned, I remembered what had happened and tried to sit up – I couldn’t. I found I could barely move a muscle. My arms were tied tightly behind me; I felt something tied tight around my ankles, my knees and even my thighs. My wrists were secured and my elbows were pulled painfully tight together in the small of my back. My head was enclosed in something, the smell was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. My mouth felt stuffed full of something soft, springy but tough and I could barely swallow. The contraption blindfolded me – it must have been a hood of some sort over my head.
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Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 72

R&B singer/songwriter Ne-Yo clearly has now qualms about displaying his toned chiseled torso in public. The opportunity is clearly there for some aspiring kidnapper to abduct Ne-Yo and introduce him to the grip of tight ropes and chains…and then put him back on display for all to see…

…he should be cuffed like this…

…or tied like this…

…or tied spreadeagle like this…

…or chained naked like this…

…or tied naked like this…

…or restrained in a painful strappado position like this…

…before being roped and displayed like this…

…how would you restrain him?

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Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 14

‘Jordan’s Tale’
(continued from ‘Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up and Gagged – Part 12’)

He knew that he had to calm himself quickly. His heart rate was too high. The beating of his heart was loud in his ears…only matched by the sound of his own rapid breathing. The tight rubber hood obscured all external sound, but amplified the sounds of his own body. He had to calm down and control his breathing. The tiny nose holes in his rubber hood only allowed a certain amount of air in. If he sucked in too quickly the rubber formed a vacuum against his skin and no life giving air would reach his nose. He couldn’t take in air through his mouth. It was stuffed with material and held in place by layers of duct tape wrapped around his head. The tape pulled painfully on the hairs on his neck.

The bastards had been clever. They’d used the rubber hood because it was as effective as a source of control as it was at removing his sight. He breathed slowly…the air came in…just enough…the sound of the air rushing through the noseholes obscuring any external sound…

He shifted the position of his body. He was in pain. The handcuffs dug painfully into his wrists. They’d been locked on too tight. He could feel his thumbs going numb. There was risk of permanent nerve damage if they stayed on too long.

His ankles cuffs were also too tight. Again, he could feel a numbing down the side of each foot.

The chain between his handcuffs and ankles cuffs kept him in a reasonably tight hogtie. The stress of the hogtie added further tension and pain to the cuffs around his wrists and ankles.

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Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 13

He knew he was fit. He knew he was desirable. What he hadn’t realised was how desirable.

He’d been walking home from the track. He hadn’t bothered to change. He was his black, shiny Nike skinsuit with a black t-shirt over the top. He enjoyed how his skinsuit made him feel. He felt empowered. He wore nothing under it…no underwear. His dick and balls were clearly outlined through the tight black shiny material. He enjoyed the secretive glances he would get from the other athletes as they caught sight of his package. He enjoyed the groups of girls who would giggle and point when he walked past. And he especially enjoyed catching sight of some guy with a long lens camera hoping to catch a good shot of his manly bulge…he would strut like a peacock when he knew he was being photographed. What he was unaware of was the fact that somewhere on the internet, photos of his fit body had been posted and prices were being discussed…

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Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 12

They were the star athletes from Sacramento City College. They were due to represent their college in a national competition. This made them obvious targets for kidnap and ransom.

It was easy to collect and capture them. They were taken within minutes of each other. Each was taken from the changing rooms shortly after stripping down to their Sacramento City skintight lycra gear.

Each was grabbed behind by three strong pairs of hands. Wrists were quickly handcuffed behind their backs. An old jock strap was stuffed into each of their mouths and then duct tape wrapped firmly over their mouths and around their heads ten times.

A skintight rubber hood with only two small nose holes was then pulled over each of their heads and then each muscled athlete was dragged away to a white van with no windows which was parked nearby.

In the back of the van, ankle cuffs were quickly attached. They were laid firmly face down on the floor of the van where a short length of chain was used to connect the wrist and ankles cuffs locking each athlete into a tight metal hogtie. Each athlete was then be placed inside a heavy canvas sack and ropes were firmly tied around the opening preventing them from wriggling out.

Each athlete was taken and restrained in a matter of minutes. Each was unaware that the others had also been taken. Each of them was only aware of the tight metal cuffs digging painfully into their wrists and ankles, of being locked in a tight hogtie and the smothering dark embrace of the rubber hood which made breathing incredibly difficult. Each lay in fear wondering what the future would hold….