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A collection of my favorite gay movies.
I love being tied up. The infamous Dave Speedo Evans (from SpeedoFetish.com and my boss) was the first to introduce me to being tied up and doing it to other people.
These days I think I’m on the edge of taking this side of my sexuality to the next level….
Here is a gallery of some pretty hot guys being tied up in their speedos.
If you’d like to read some of Dave Speedo Evan’s speeod bondage experiences here are links to his blog.
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Speedo Bondage Fun Published: Jul 11, 2020
Good saturday you all! well, it seems a love couple is having some fun during vacation huh? thanks to dear DaMummyFox123 for this spicy pic ;3 Enjoy the vacation , dear! ^w^ Your Fifty
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Molto eccitante! Mi piace penare che il tipo legato abbia la bocca piena con le sue calze indossate tutto il giorno, mi ricorda una mia esperienza personale.. Molto belle le corde attorno le caviglie, per me bisogna essere rigorosamente scalzi.
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Chained up, gagged and hooded for your pleasure…
I agree to play a game involving “a little bit of bondage” at the home of a guy I had met over the Internet, and since my host phrased his invitation by saying, “Let’s tie each other up,” it never even occurred to me to think that I should worry about anything. When I arrived he said that since he has done this before and is more familiar with bondage, I should go first – and I agree, thinking he means I will tie him up. But then he surprises me by suggesting that I get undressed. I respond that I would never let someone tie me up naked and I will let him tie me up only if I can wear clothing. I had mentioned earlier that I was going for a workout after we’ve done, so he suggests that I put on my workout clothes. I respond that I am actually going for a swim, and all I have in my bag is a swimsuit. He says “that will be fine,” and since I don’t want to offer too much resistance I agree to go first – in my swimsuit – and he leads me into a room in which I can change.
I change into a Speedo that, while my favorite workout suit, is made of sheer nylon and almost obscenely tight, which makes me suddenly very self-conscious. I leave my clothes in the other room, and then I follow him into what he calls his “play area.” I’m now feeling slightly funny about allowing some strange man tie me up while I am wearing nothing but a Speedo, but after we have tried several poses and he’s tied me up in several different ways I cease worrying. After a while I suggest that we switch roles, and he says, “Okay, just after one more quick position that I want you to try.”
He tells me to sit down in the middle of the room, which is empty of furniture (although it has some hooks on the walls and on the ceiling). Sitting upright on the floor, he tells me to pull my feet in towards my body, spread my legs and place my arms in between the parted knees. Then he tells me to reach my arms underneath my calves from the inside of my parted legs, and bending forward, to twist my hands around and grab the front of my ankles. At this point he binds my wrists to my ankles.
Luke was a swimmer. He loved the water and loved swimming in the ocean. He loved the feeling of the water stirring around his body. He especially loved swimming in as little as possible. He usually wore a skintight black latex Speedo, but he loved skinny-dipping too. He swam at night, usually by himself.
One night he was swimming, he pulled up to the secluded beach, on a warm summer night, the moon lighting his amazing, 6’3” bronzed body as he walked to the waters edge. He got a sudden shiver down his spine, he could swear someone was watching him; he always got that shiver every night he went to this beach specifically. He shrugged it off like normal and got out off his pants and tank top revealing his Speedo and giant bulge. He liked the feeling he got when he thought someone was watching him. The Speedo stretched to his bulge making it tighter. The black latex shined against the moon, his cute bubble butt being enhanced. He got into the water and started to swim, he would swim a distance out to where it was hard to make out the lights. As he looked back he thought he noticed a guy walking to his things. He couldn’t make it out, and decided it was the waves playing tricks on him. He swam for a while, as he swam back to shore he didn’t see anyone around. He was exhausted he just lay on the sand for bit, breathing hard, his body flexing with every gasp. He couldn’t put up a fight even if he wanted to. He finally got up and grabbed his things and walked slowly back to his car. When he got there, he noticed he left the doors to his Nissan Altima unlocked. It wasn’t like him not to lock his car. But he just got in and started his car. The lights went out when he started it, like most cars, and when it was finally dark he looked in his rear view mirror. Everything went black…
This smooth speedo boy would look much better in tight restraints…
These speedo clad muscle boys should be kidnapped, roped hand and foot and have crotch ropes pulled up hard between their firm butt cheeks…and then stored away in extreme bondage…
This guy should definitely be roped and restrained…
This guy is clearly in need of some heavy metal restraint…
This guy needs to be roped wearing just his tight wet speedo…
This guy should definitely be tied up like this…
This guy should definitely be tied up and put on display…
They had been collected. They’d been taken from a variety of places:- swimming pools, the local beach, a party on a luxury yacht. The request had been clear. Five swimmers were required. Their bodies had to be taut, toned, muscular, no excess body fat. And they had to be clad in speedos, tight revealing speedos. No other items of clothing were allowed. And all had to have a certain arrogance…that certain self confidence that comes from knowing that they look good when wearing only a pair of tight, wet speedos.
The process had been simple. Wait for them to separate from everyone else, grab them, strap on the ballgag and then duct tape the mouth, duct tape the eyes, stuff them into the tight leather sleepsack and fasten the straps as tightly as possible and then slide them into the tiny metal chamber hidden below the floor off the van. The chamber was just wide enough and long enough to contain a six foot body, there was no wriggle room…and once the chamber was closed and the carpet placed back onto the van floor, there was no sign that the chamber existed. And any noises or grunts which each speedo clad swimmer would make would be totally obscured by the solid walls of the metal coffin.
The van would then drive to the abandoned factory. For one lucky captured swimmer the drive had only been a matter of minutes. The final swimmer – a young, black diving instructor – had endured three hours locked into his own personal bondage hell before he’d arrived at his destination.
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Chained up, gagged and hooded for your pleasure…
These fit boys in speedos obviously enjoy exhibiting their tight toned bodies. They should be tied and gagged and displayed for all to see…
Anyone like the idea of kidnapping some smooth bodied swimmers?
What about these lads?
They would definitely look much better when struggling against some tight rope or chain bondage…like this…
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I couldn’t determine if my captor was kidding about calling some friends, and he didn’t remove the gag so I could ask him. He went into a closet and pulled out a pillow, which was placed strategically underneath my back. Then the captor began to untie the ends of the rope that were secured to the pole, and slowly lowered me onto the pillow. I was flooded with relief when he loosened the overhead ropes from my limbs, and then he untied the cloth around my face and removed the gag from my mouth.
I said, “Whew, that was intense,” and I was waiting for him to begin untying each of my bound ankle/wrists. Instead, he stood up and chuckled, and asked “are you more comfortable?”
I said, “that’s better, now please untie these too.”
He chuckled again and said, “I wasn’t kidding about inviting over some of my friends. They will be really impressed by such a handsome man as yourself – although one of them really has a thing for what he calls “punishing beauty.” Why don’t you just relax down here for a while, and regain your strength for later on, because you’re likely to need it.”
I protested but he walked up the stairs, turned out the light and closed the door, leaving me bound in complete darkness. I kept yelling at him but the basement seemed well insulated, because I could hear nothing from above or from the outside. It was very creepy to be lying there in the blackness, tied up and helpless in such an exposed manner, and I could practically feel the air caressing my groin. Once again, I found it arousing: it seemed like I was there for ages, and I couldn’t help but feel excited by the danger. I felt incredibly vulnerable, and when I strained my muscles trying to break free of the bindings, the circumstances and the effort seemed to cause my dick to grow and throb, and before I knew it I was cumming again.
I began to violently thrash about in an attempt to free myself, but it is such an obvious waste of time that I start to yell, “Would you PLEASE let me go IMMEDIATELY?” No sooner are the words uttered than the captor shoves a piece of cloth into my mouth and then quickly grabs another cloth, which he wraps around my face and head, securing the cloth ball in my mouth and effectively muffling my yells. Of course HE can hear me, but it is extremely doubtful that anyone else can, (not that it keeps me from trying to cry for help). But now that I am muffled and effectively incapable of resisting my captor in any way, he stands up and begins to pull on the opposite ends of the ropes that are looped through the hooks.
He pulls the ropes taught, and then with more effort he continues pulling on the ropes, which start to lift my bound limbs upwards. He strains to pull harder, and suddenly the ropes lift me off the ground just enough so that I begin to rock back and forth. Of course I am still struggling, which merely means that I keep rocking back and forth. He keeps pulling on the ends of the rope, and as I am lifted higher and closer to the hooks up above, the ropes slowly spread my legs further apart as well. When I am three or four feet off the ground my captor pulls the loose ends wrap each rope securely around a pole on the side of the room, stabilizing me in mid-air.
While my captor catches his breath I try to keep my senses about me, but it is of no use. I am bound and helpless, and I have been bound and disabled in a particularly diabolical manner. I am now hanging upside down from the ceiling, with ropes tied to my ankles that are keeping my legs spread apart. All I am wearing is a tight little Speedo, which I suddenly realize is almost worse than wearing nothing. The nylon is practically translucent and it seems to draw attention to the bulge that is barely contained underneath the tight sheerness of the Speedo. All I can do is emit muffled cries and wiggle helplessly, suspended in the air.
I agree to play a game involving “a little bit of bondage” at the home of a guy I had met over the Internet, and since my host phrased his invitation by saying, “Let’s tie each other up,” it never even occurred to me to think that I should worry about anything. When I arrived he said that since he has done this before and is more familiar with bondage, I should go first – and I agree, thinking he means I will tie him up. But then he surprises me by suggesting that I get undressed. I respond that I would never let someone tie me up naked and I will let him tie me up only if I can wear clothing. I had mentioned earlier that I was going for a workout after we’ve done, so he suggests that I put on my workout clothes. I respond that I am actually going for a swim, and all I have in my bag is a swimsuit. He says “that will be fine,” and since I don’t want to offer too much resistance I agree to go first – in my swimsuit – and he leads me into a room in which I can change.
I change into a Speedo that, while my favorite workout suit, is made of sheer nylon and almost obscenely tight, which makes me suddenly very self-conscious. I leave my clothes in the other room, and then I follow him into what he calls his “play area.” I’m now feeling slightly funny about allowing some strange man tie me up while I am wearing nothing but a Speedo, but after we have tried several poses and he’s tied me up in several different ways I cease worrying. After a while I suggest that we switch roles, and he says, “Okay, just after one more quick position that I want you to try.”
He tells me to sit down in the middle of the room, which is empty of furniture (although it has some hooks on the walls and on the ceiling). Sitting upright on the floor, he tells me to pull my feet in towards my body, spread my legs and place my arms in between the parted knees. Then he tells me to reach my arms underneath my calves from the inside of my parted legs, and bending forward, to twist my hands around and grab the front of my ankles. At this point he binds my wrists to my ankles.
This smooth speedo boy would look much better in tight restraints…
This smooth speedo boy needs to spend some time in bondage…
…should be be restrained like this…
This guy is clearly in need of some heavy metal restraint…
This guy should definitely be tied up like this…
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