#guys in trouble

[boundbiker]

Officer Fuentes was in the basement of the police headquarters going through some old case files when he suddenly felt a gun poke him in the back.

"Turn around and don't make a sound, pig," a man quietly said from behind.

Fuentes put his hands up and slowly turned around to find three men dressed like cleaning staff staring him down, one with the gun.

"Your uniform," the guy with the gun said. "Get it off and slowly toss me your gun, your badge, and your cuffs."

"You're in a building full of a hundred cops," Fuentes said, "whatever you're planning, you'll never get away with it."

"Do it, now!" The man commanded.

Officer Fuentes reluctantly stripped down to his briefs at which time he was promptly cuffed, gagged, and blindfolded. He was then lead over to the janitorial closet and pushed down onto his knees.

"He's your size," Fuentes heard the gunman say to one of the others. "Put his uniform and badge on, use his name to sign into the evidence locker, and get what we need. And make it quick before someone else comes down here and finds him all tied up in his tighty whities."

"MMmmpphh.... phfuckerphhhss...mmpphh.." Fuentes grunted through the gag.

"Just sit still, pig, and shut up," the responded back, "if you wanna make it home to your wife and kids tonight, you won't try and be a hero."

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Naughty Not Nice

Derek had been decidedly naughty this year which meant that Mary Christmas was decidedly unimpressed. “No gifts for you, young man!” she told the alarmed-looking Derek firmly. “In fact you will be going over my knee for a severe bare bottom Holiday spanking!” Poor Derek was duly walloped by Santa’s missus who left the unfortunate chap tied up and tape gagged at the base of the Christmas Tree for his long-suffering wife to discover on Christmas morning.

She found a sign around the neck of her “mmmphing” and tearful husband. It read: “Derek has promised to cook the Christmas meal today or I’ll pay him another visit. You put your feet up, honey - you deserve it. Merry Christmas. MC xxx.”

AI image created via Ideogram.

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Pantyhose or Stockings?

Jason sat, staring sullenly up at Lieutenant Georgina Harris as she looked down on him, seated in a comfortable office chair in front of a computer screen. The would-be amateur spy had been caught in the act trying to download confidential military information by the female officer. She had easily overpowered the hapless Jason, flinging him over her shoulder onto the floor of the office and then she tightly tied him up. Now they were waiting for the military police to arrive. If Jason was beaten and humiliated, Georgina seemed bored. Slowly she hitched up her uniform skirt in front her bound prisoner’s astounded and frustrated eyes. “Come on, honey,” the beautiful soldier purred, “you must be curious, so have a guess - am I wearing pantyhose or stockings?”

Jason, faced with several years in prison, failed to see the funny or sexy side of Georgina’s mockery. “Go to hell, witch!” he told her. “Spoilsport!” the young woman pouted. “Just for that I’m going to gag you with my nylons - that way you’ll find out the hard way, creep!”

My interpretation of the story behind this very sexy piece of femdom juxtaposition art by Tied Up At The Moment, who now posts on Deviant Art as JakeMadison222.

[igiveupmiss3]

Not Very Fair

“Look, officer,” reasoned Mike, “all I’m saying is that wandering around undercover at a party in a dress like that is not very fair. I mean you were asking for your ass to be pinched!” Vice officer Vicki Elliot sighed. “Do you really think that’s why I arrested you, sir?” she asked her prisoner. The handcuffed Mike shrugged. “I know how sensitive you women are these days…” he muttered dismissively.

Glamorously clad Vicki grabbed Mike by the arm and walked him firmly down the street through the New Year’s Eve crowd towards her car. “Nothing to do with with your drugs and prostitution racket then?” she smiled at him benignly. Mike frowned as the woman bundled him into the back seat. “Oh, yeah, there is that…” he acknowledged. “But don’t worry, sir.” the policewoman told him before she slammed the door. “I will be adding assaulting a police officer to your lengthy charge sheet!”

Source: Scene from the movie Fallen Angel (1999), posted by RoperMike on his website, Guys In Trouble.

[pulpman2]

Treasure

Staring up into the crazed pathological eyes of the beautiful but terrifying tribeswoman sitting astride him, the staked out Frank was struggling to appreciate the wisdom of Earl’s money-making South American adventure. With the sharp blade of the warrioress’ machete coming ever closer to his face and his buddy nowhere to be seen, at this point, Frank would have settled for a one way ticket out of Colombia and back to the States.

“Where is your buried treasure, white man?” came the dark voice of the vampiric looking female who had him at her mercy while the other tribeswomen who had captured him looked on with almost ironic smiles on their lips. “We know you have hidden it somewhere in our lands.” Despite his predicament, Frank squinted his eyes to look up at his captor with incredulity. “I think you are barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart!” he replied in some confusion. “We have come to the jungle to ask you cuties the wheabouts of Cortes’ gold!” As the woman’s brow furrowed and the leopard skin-clad women surrounding the pair began to chatter to each other, Frank was not sure whether he had just saved his own life or if he had doomed himself…

My interpretation of the story behind this illustration from a 1960s men’s magazine, which I currently cannot source.

[flymeandtiememaam2]

Trouble On Board, Part 7

Jamie could not believe his luck when Jane got up and left the cabin, saying she was going to fetch some cups of water for them. The young man, now fully sober, worked frantically at his loosened bonds. At last, the cord binding his wrists together behind his back fell away. Within moments, he had pulled the restricting rope away from his arms and ankles too. He hurried from the rear section of the plane, intent on resuming his Club Class seat and if those officious vixens tried to evict him again, he would make such a fuss, there would be viral videos all over social media in no time. The airline would never get over the embarrassment: in fact, he’d sue them! Jamie smiled to himself. He’d show those smug females they couldn’t humiliate him and his buddies and get away with it!

He pushed through the separating curtain into the next section and, to his horror, came face to face with Jane. The blonde flight attendant put down the tray of drinks, folded her arms and fixed the aghast Jamie with a measured eye. “Going somewhere, my friend?” she asked him simply.

To be continued.

AI image created via Microsoft Bing before its upgrade.

[barkilphedros-hat]

In love with how the universal constant within the Hatchetfield saga is Paul just straight up not having a good time.

[noodles-and-tea]

OH MY GOD I NEED TO EAT YOUR ARTSTYLE, CHEW AND COMSUME IT,

Your Jayvik art means MILLIONS to me, there's something so cozy and happy about how you draw the boys that makes me want to consume more of your art MY GOD 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

All the loves to you and your art 💜💜

Thank you so much!! Please enjoy the snack!

[puppppppppy]

this place is so fruity

[bonafideaquemin]

quick tribble kirk sticker idea………

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The Wonder of Duct Tape

Elizabeth Sachs, kidnapper, cat burglar and occasional freelance industrial spy, breathed a sigh of relief as she stood up after she had placed several strips of duct tape over the mouth of Adam, who until then had filled the room with the sound of his whingeing, begging and pleading. “I’m not sure who it was, or when, that saw the potential of duct tape to shut up irritating prisoners!” she said to herself with satisfaction as her hogcuffed victim writhed on the ground, “mmmmphing” helplessly, “but it sure was a genius discovery!”

Elizabeth wandered over to the TV, stepping over Adam as she did so. “Now to watch Killers in peace!” she smiled, placing her gun on the table next to the sofa after clicking the screen into life with the remote. Adam continued to grunt feebly. The female kidnapper looked over her shoulder at the young playboy. “Save your voice for the video, sweetheart,” she advised and turned up the TV volume.

My interpretation of the story behind another example of ira9087’s marvellous fm bondage digital art. He used to post on Deviant Art.

[igiveupmiss3]

The Anguished Informer

Sergeant Diana Lewis was relentless. “Please don’t make me do this, ma’am,” begged Simon, as the pen that the detective had pushed towards him wavered in his cuffed hands over the mugshots on the table. Diana was uncompromising. “Do you want to stay out of jail and get witness protection or shall I kick you back outside to take your chances with The Shark?” she asked the anguished informer rhetorically.

Simon didn’t even look at her. “You are a cruel woman, miss,” he sobbed, but Diana looked on with satisfaction as he ringed three of the six photos on the paper in front of him. The policewoman whisked the sheet away before her prisoner could change his mind. “You won’t regret this, buddy,” she told him, “well not much anyway!” Simon looked up at her then, resentment in his eyes. “Oh and stand up, honey,” Diana went on, “I need to cuff you behind your back before I take you back to your cell.”

Source: FemaleCopWorld on Pinterest

[flymeandtiememaam2]

Trouble On Board, Part 4

Meanwhile Jamie had found that Jane was more than willing to try her luck in subduing him. In a couple of seconds, the arrogant young man found himself hauled to his feet and both hands twisted together behind his back by the woman. “Ow!” he cried out. “You can’t do this! I have rights!”

Jane smiled as she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and clicked them onto Jamie’s wrists, securing them together behind him. “You have the right to shut your mouth while I arrange for you to be arrested once we touch down!” she told her infuriated prisoner calmly. But just as the senior stewardess was about to walk the cuffed Jamie down the aisle to the rear of the plane where he would spend the rest of the flight, she heard noise of a kerfuffle in the adjoining compartment. “Amy!” Jane breathed. And then she roughly pushed Jamie back into his seat, and strapped him in. “Don’t go anywhere, sir.” she told the struggling man breezily and then hurried down the aisle, a serious expression on her face.

To be continued.

AI image created via Microsoft Bing before its upgrade.

[skrs-cats]

set after leafpool dies, before the bonus scene w jayfeather dealing w that grief gets resolved. guess who was bitter over a certain cardboard character bitch not being included in that

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[just-null]

Yknow that pic where that drunk lady kissed lipstick marks all over her cat? All I can imagine is doing this to the clones each time I get home

POINTS AT MY PET AU

[the pic in question!]