Bondage Bimbo Boys vs. Bondage Burglar 2 (m/mmmm)

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Bondage Bimbo Boys vs. Bondage Burglar 2 (m/mmmm)

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Meet the Bondage Burglar. He’s the guy in the stretchy black bodysuit with matching spandex hood, currently carting Benny’s big butt through his living room like laundry. He’s Ralph. Mild-mannered engineer by day, kinky home invader/burglar/binder/humiliator by night.

Ralph’s story before his bondage burglary career is long, and we’re not going to get into it here. (Fun fact: he has a brother named Rolph that you might know), Suffice it to say, he’d been casing Benny’s house for weeks. With good reason.

One night, he was prowling (he lives only a few streets over) Benny’s backyard. And through a window, he saw something amazing that lit up his eyes in his spandex hood.

Ralph, the Bondage Burglar, could see into Benny’s bedroom, and what a sight to behold. It was a well-built young twunk (Ralph wasn’t above using bullshit categories to save time) swathed in what looked like a black nylon bodystocking with a scoop neck.

And he was tied up.

Tied up, hands behind back and ankles lashed together. In addition to his bonds, he looked to have something rather large stuffed in his mouth and sealed in with clear strapping tape. Were those socks? So, he was thoroughly gagged, Ralph noted. The kinkster burglar also noticed that his cock was twitching in HIS bodysuit. The bonus prize? There was a colossal sock tied around the top of his head. This guy had blindfolded himself to complete his helplessness, so Ralph could saddle up to the window and watch the kinky goings-on with impunity.

The tied-up twunk was hopping around his bedroom in an embarrassing, comedic fashion, his bodystockinged butt bouncing. Almost as if he was trying to escape but couldn’t get untied. Every once in a while, he’d stop to fruitlessly squirm and bounce in place as if trying to get untied. Or maybe to enjoy the tactile sensations of the bodystocking, rope, gag, and blindfold. At one point, he headed for his bedroom door. Which was shut, which meant he bounced off it like a pinball and ended up on his bed, wiggling and complaining into his gag, really wailing (or trying to wail through a mouthful of tube socks), in frustration. Ralph, the kinkiest guy he knew, now had a full-on boner.

Ralph figured some competition (seriously, who would have thought two kinky burglars would separately converge on one neighborhood) had broken into the twunk’s house, trussed him up (and maybe DRESSED him up), and left him to helplessly simmer and stew in his bondage until help arrived.

But then Ralph noted what was on the bed that the blindfolded, bodystockinged, bound, blindfolded, and big butted Benny (he stole some of his mail, later on, to identity his future prey) was currently rolling over while play-acting (quite convincingly) the frustrated, indignant MANsel in distress.

Sections of rope. A roll of tape. A pair of scissors. And a smartphone that Ralph could just make out was playing a male bondage video. The twunk had done this to himself. This scene was his kink, which, oddly enough, was one of Ralph's, too.

Wheels began turning in Ralph's head. He debated going inside and letting the games begin, starting with firming up the boy bimbo's bondage.

But no, he shook his head and withdrew from the side of Benny's house. Well, after taking a few spank bank snaps for his phone, he did. He could go places with this revelation. After all, his nightly exploits were to live out his sexual fantasies. Benny the twunk would be the ultimate fantasy realized, especially since he was already primed for kinky bondage humiliation, and even complete with uniform(s).

So Ralph waited. Every Thursday at 9 PM, he popped up at Benny's bedroom window and enjoyed the show. His intended target wore a variety of, shall we say, female-skewing dancewear and hosiery. He seemed to enjoy the feel of the garments and the inherent humiliation in wearing them. And man could he wear them, his sturdy chest, big biceps and those bodacious, gravity-defying buns looking like he'd been poured into it. Of course, Ralph is a dom, so he didn't wear that stuff, but he LOVED putting his subs in stuff like that. Benny seemed to love the idea of being caught in his stretchy outfits, captured and snugly bound and gagged. And don't forget blindfolded, which really enhanced Ralph's viewing pleasure.

The dude was good at tying himself up. Were there self-bondage classes? Some nights Ralph swore Benny wouldn't be able to free himself, and he'd have to think of an excuse to break in and rescue him. Or to finally turn Benny's fantasy into reality. But Benny always managed to get himself untied, sometimes resorting to the scissors he kept on the bed.

Benny loved to hop in bondage, sending everything that could wobble on his sexy body wobbling. He would pretend to have been home invaded, lost a bet to a pervy friend, or was screwed over by a kinky date who wanted to rob him. He seemed to want to be the male version of a damsel in distress. And it got kinkier. He LOVED stuffing his mouth with his socks and sometimes spare nylons and tights. The guy was a gag slut! He loved squirming red-faced, pretending to be enraged as he gag-talked his whining complaints about being left bound and gagged.

One night he even pulled out what looked like a giant stretchy nylon sack and cocooned himself on the bed. That was the night Ralph had to take his bodysuit partially off and take matters in hand, watching a writhing nylon boy bundle worm his way around the bedroom. He finally blew his load when Benny's big butt, already encased in pantyhose, pushed against the sheer nylon he was enveloped in, a strange but erotic sight.

Benny would be the pinnacle. The perfect sub. Ralph made plans to hold him captive for an entire weekend in his own home, putting him through every one of his fantasies for real. Fantasies that Ralph shared.

And then, that Friday night, a veritable D-DAY for his kinky operation, some random guy strolled up to Benny's front door, after waving goodbye to an Uber.

Benny was the end game. It was infuriating. Ralph had bided his time for so long, continuing to treat the neighborhood as his kinky playpen. He had become known as the Bondage Burglar, leaving his neighbors bound and gagged in fun ways, and usually focused on humiliating the men in the picture. The women were gently carried to a closet they could be stowed away in, bound and gagged and treated like fine china. Ralph was gay.

And the men? His sick sense of humor, kinky fantasies, and engineer mind concocted bizarre and embarrassing tableaus for the victims' relatives, cleaning staff, neighbors, or the police to find them trapped in.

- One homeowner was found literally dangling from the ceiling beams in his living room, dressed like a ballerina from Swan Lake and tied up like a marionette with a big swirly white and pink ballgag corking his mouth that exactly matched his tutu, tights, and leotard. You could imagine the panicked and enraged "MMMMMMPPPHHIINNG" when the cops showed up.

- One husband was found rolled up nude in the living room carpet, his bare feet wiggling out of the bottom, bound and gagged with his own neckties, and his head sticking out the top, eyes wide as if he couldn't believe this was happening to him.

- Two male roommates were found wearing only jock straps and prop donkey ears (they had given Ralph a lot of lip). They were on all fours facing away from each other, and Ralph had glued their asses together, trapping them in a kinky tug of war.

- In a hogtie on his bed, one young college student was found completely bound and gagged with long hockey socks. Ralph had somehow managed to also pull a particularly large and stretchy sock over the poor bastard's entire head, effectively smooshing his face, which limited his sight and sealed his mouth shut. Poor guy had become a sockhead.

- He used one woman's entire drawer of nylons, tights and pantyhose to basically lash two men to each other, front-wise, turning her husband and their grad student son (whom he had forced into thongs for a laugh) into a mmmphing, two-man bondage BLOB of nylon, rolling around their rumpus room, and really spending some quality time together. As did their thonged bulges.

- One man Ralph recognized as the neighbor who didn't pick up after his dog when he walked the poor creature. He was found in his front yard nude except for a makeshift tail sticking out of his ass that was attached to a snug buttplug, bound hand and foot, gagged with one of those kinky puppy-play bone gags and a muzzle OVER it for good measure, a cone of shame around his neck, and leashed to his fence. You could say he had puppy dog eyes when he was trying to get the Neighborhood Watch to free him without being able to speak.

- An older, dignified homeowner in great shape was one victim. He was found tied up OVER an exercise ball and bouncing for help throughout his house. A ball gag matching his bondage ball was stuffed in his mouth, a disk blindfold over his eyes, and "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, COPS!" written in perfect ass-writing penmanship on his buttcheeks. He managed a resentful MMPPHHHH after seeing the cops doubled over in laughter at his plight.

- And one of his most ambitious achievements was when he somehow managed to get six men who lived in two neighboring apartments in a complex to their basement laundry room. They were stripped bareass and each one was wrapped in tape from their necks to their waists, hands across their chests Egyptian mummy-style so they were completely helpless. Each man then received a small bullet vibrator of Ralph's own design into his butt. Ralph then sat each helpless dude on a washing machine, which he used broad strips of tape to secure them to. The Bondage Burglar had either brought a shitload of quarters with him or used his engineering know-how to reprogram the washing machines. The erotically tortured men were found the next morning, their helpless asses riding a continuous wash cycle whose vibrations triggered their plugs which worked their prostates over and over. They were still hard as railspikes and throbbing to beat the band.The laundry room floor was slick with spooge and the bouncing nudes begged the cleaning staff through their taped mouths for release. From their bondage.

So he becomes known as The Bondage Burglar. He found the title kind of cool. It reminded him of the kinky Franco Saudelli comics he'd read, with their main character, the Blonde Binder, who spent all of her time tying people up.

As for his victims, yes, it was traumatic. Especially for the gents, many of whom were straight and as vanilla as they come. Most of them had never even had a doctor's probing finger in their butts, let alone a dildo, buttplug, vibro-egg, Roman candle (unlit), candle (that one was lit), sports pennant, or toy flag stuck in their butts to wave hi to the cops when they arrived. Luckily, most of them either didn't want to talk about it but weren't really that affected (Ralph was a nice humiliator, pleasant and sometimes even talking sports with his victims as he was securing them), or they got together to compare notes and laugh about their humiliating fixes over beers. Those guys treated it as little more than an embarrassing, creative frat hazing.

And a few of them, well MORE than a few, had registered some intense arousal at what the Bondage Burglar had done to them. In June, one man was found in his OWN laundry room, encased in a rainbow zentai, mouth taped under the hood, and festively bound and wrapped haphazardly with multi-colored tape. He had been sat in a laundry basket. Unfortunately for him, he was a big guy, so his spandex-encased butt was stuck in the basket like a cork in a bottle. They took him to the police station with a basket stuck to his bum. On the underside of the poor guy's butt basket, they discovered "HAPPY PRIDE" written in rainbow glitter marker. That guy had been found with some stains on the front of his bodysuit in the downscope area.Yeah, some guys really liked what Ralph did for…er, to them.

But now there was Benny. And this new guy. At first he was a little miffed at what he initially thought would be an interruption. He’d abort, he really wanted Benny all for himself to keep as a prisoner in his own pad for the weekend. But then he changed his mind after he did some reconnaissance. Through a window, he watched new guy (he’d find out his name was Jase eventually) sheepishly walk out of a bedroom dressed in the same type of thong leotard and tights that Benny was looking all shapely in, except in opposite colors. Yellow and lavender, these two kinky dorks looked like an Easter parade.

So New Guy was in on the fun. Two kinky customers who shared Ralph’s intense fantasies of somewhat sissifying bondage with any material possible and a touch of creativity, helplessness and humiliation, stretchy stuff for slaves to wear, butt-focused buffoonery, spanky spankings, orgasm denial til’ the VERY end, and basically treating guys like the bodacious bondage bimbos you would see in old bondage porn, all trussed up, gagged, and indignant, wiggling helplessly nude or in some kinky outfit, pouting into their gags, just waiting to be ass smacked and left to stew, or moving as best they can in their binds and gags to escape their mortifying predicament.

This would be his masterpiece, he thought to himself as he laid out the pizza trap for bubble-butted Benny.