Bondage Shoot Confusion

It really didn't matter who was tying me up in front of the camera; it was just a job I always told myself. And it paid what I needed to keep a roof over my head, some books on my shelf, some nugs in my piece, and some beer in my fridge.

Sometimes it was a woman, or multiple women who tied me up and roughed me around, depending on the content they wanted to create for their website.

Sometimes it was a man, or again multiple men depending on the content.

But I was finding myself in high-demand for all sorts of different content, and the money was coming in.

Sometimes, I was booked to shoot several projects throughout the week, and sometimes several in a day, but working for Hector Choy was probably one of the most interesting and taxing sessions I have ever been through.

My name is James Rando, and that's not my stage name, that's actually my name. I'm twenty-two years old, 5'8, 155 lbs., hazel-green eyes, brown hair, so on, and so on.

And for the past few months I've been dabbling with bondage and BDSM shoots.

I had a look about me, right, a look that worked for all kinds of different storylines.

I really had no boundaries, and not for any psychological reason. It was just the way I was programmed. I'm pansexual through and through, and really don't have any turn offs. Most things turn me on, and because I have a very androgynous look about me. I had been told many times that I would be perfect for sissy work, and perfect for gay porn gigs, which didn't bother me, because even just basic bondage sights wanted to book me.

There was script I shot where I played a bi-curious boyfriend who got caught by his girlfriend wearing her panties and bra, and she and her friends punished me by tying me up, and giving me a full make over.

That was fun.

I looked gorgeous, and that was part of the plot too.

And the finale to that one was that all of her friends left me tied to a pole in the backyard as part of my punishment, and then one of the friends snuck back, and sucked my cock, and eventually fucked herself with me.

In another shoot, I was the runt of the football team, and the other players thought it would be a funny as an initiation prank to make me go to a costume party dressed like a girl, but when I showed up at the party it was at a rival football team's frat house, and they tied me up, and gagged me, and made me serve them drinks as they fondled me, and spanked my ass all night.

The big finish to that one was that they all stood around me in a circle, passing back and forth as they forced me to suck all of their cocks until they came.

That one was fun.

This one black guy I remember had a huge, huge cock, and after the shoot he came up to me, and gave me props for blowing him like I did. He'd never been sucked off like that before so that felt good, and definitely went on my resume for the next time.

And sure enough, after that video went up, I got tons of requests for more scenes like that. I ended up doing like six glory hole videos after that with just big black cocks. But after that one week, I was exhausted, and honestly sick of cock for a little while and went back to pure bondage shoots for a minute.

One shoot I shot recently that was challenging was a pegging shoot.

These two women who run a great website, and I didn't get their permission to mention what the site was for this forum, but those bitches were bad, and I mean really bad.

They whipped the shit out of me. And one of clauses on the contract that I signed was that they were allowed to bring me to tears, which they did multiple times. I had a safe word for that shoot but they designed the safe word like a riddle that I had to solve before things became too extreme for me to handle, and I could not figure out the riddle during the shoot so they fucked me up.

It was a crazy experience, yes, but I probably wouldn't do that again.

That brings me to Hector Choy.

He was an avant-garde creative type film-maker butting his teeth in dirt flicks, and he had a crazy experimental approach to a shoot. It was a guerilla style of shooting; always outdoors with unpermitted locations, abandoned buildings, and what not, and the outlines to most of his stories were sparsely planned.

This one he hired me for in particular.

Example, and this is what he sent me: You're getting gas at a desert highway gas station. You get kidnapped.

That was it.

I remember reading this and thinking like what the fuck is this? It was crazy. But that's why he hired me.

Everything else that took place for the shoot wasn't planned. Even he didn't know what would happen. I was the only professional actor (I guess you could call me that, but I don't prefer it) that was hired and paid for the shoot. No one else. No riggers, no camera crew, just him, and few things he arranged beforehand. I had no clue where he got everyone else for the shoot.

Anyways, so the way the shoot worked was actually a set up, I realized. I found out that Choy had no intention to do the gas station kidnapping.

I got a text from one of the actors I worked before to meet them for lunch one afternoon, which I was down to do because I had nothing going on that day, or the next day, and I figured we'd get some beers or something.

While we were at a bar downtown, he told me what was going on.

I was telling him how I hadn't heard from Choy in a week or so and wasn't sure if I should keep my schedule open, but then he told me what he had overheard.

Apparently, Choy was staging a fake kidnapping at a random point this week. He didn't know when exactly, but he told me to be on my toes because it could happen at any minute by anyone. He wanted me to know so that I wouldn't be freaked out when something random happened, but I was kind of freaked out you.

I was paranoid for like two weeks. I thought everything was a set-up.

Well, I still hadn't heard from Choy, so I said fuck it, and booked a quick bondage shoot with an amateur sissy bondage site, again I can't mention the name, but they specialized in force feminization, cross-dressing, kidnapped tranny sort of content, but it was just to be a quick buck to keep the rent money coming in while I waited in Choy.

So, I go to this shoot.

It was a big house outside of town, in a really nice-looking HOA type neighborhood, too. And Annie, the woman running the shoot, was super chill, and offered to do my hair and make-up, which was awesome, because I was no pro at that yet.

But I brought my own clothes and shoes to wear so that wasn't a problem. She was happy that I brought a short-pleated skirt, a white tank top, some frilly white socks, and red Mary Jane heels, because that fit the character perfectly.

I got lucky, I guess.

"For this shoot," she told me. "We're going to have Larry here." She pointed to this big, muscled dude with like snake tattoos and shit, who I guess used to run with the Hells Angels a little while back, but he was going to be the bad guy.

Larry waved to me, and I waved back. Doesn't matter.

"So, what's the story?" I asked her. She was curling my hair.

"Yeah, right so you're the spoiled son of a rich father who borrowed money from Larry, and hasn't paid up yet. Pretty basic. And Larry's going to break into the house, and catch you cross-dressing in your sisters' clothes, and instead of getting the money Larry's going to kidnap you and hold you for ransom."

"Okay, sounds good," I said. "Do I suck his cock, or anything?"

"No, we don't shoot that kind of content. I mean you can afterward. I'm sure Larry would be happy with that."

"I was just asking."

"Yeah, sorry Larry," she shouted. "Anyways, he's just going to tie you up and gag you, and carry you to his van and put you in and pretend to drive away. Then we call cut, untie you, and that'll be a wrap."

"Alright, not a problem," I told her. Nothing crazy I thought. Those kinds of shoots were all over the place - the ransom plot, ya know

When Annie had finished my make-up, she went off with the DP, and started lighting the set. There were only four people on the project. Me, Larry, Annie, and the DP. Her name was Gloria, and this bitch was smoking hot for a DP.

We started the scene.

When the camera started rolling, I was already in full make-up, and adjusting my hair while I called my "dad", and he told me that he had to run out of town for a few days.

I didn't care. I was happy to see him go.

I snuck into my sister's room, and went through her underwear drawer until I found a pair of lacy pink panties, and a matching pink bra, and hurried back to my room.

I undressed from my boring male clothes, pretending that they disgust me for the camera, and slip into the pink lace panties and bra.

I pulled up the navy-blue pleated skirt, and put on the tank top, then I put on the frilly white socks, and a buckled on the pair of four-inch heeled Mary Jane pumps in red.

I was parading around my room when Larry barged through the door.

I screamed at the sight of him, and picked up a pillow to defend myself. "Who are you?" I cried in the girliest voice I could muster. "What are you doing in my house?"

"This ain't your house. This is your daddy's house, isn't it? And your daddy owes me a lot of money. I'm here to collect."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I moaned.

"Where is he?" Larry asked, approaching me.

"I don't know where he is."

"I think you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying. Get away from me."

Larry grabbed my wrists, pushing me back up against the wall. He pulled out some rope, and tied my wrists together in front of me.

In most shoots, they tie your hands behind your back, but Larry was improvising, so I think he planned to tie my wrists over my head, or something.

At least that's what I thought then.

"Until I get my money, I think I'm just gonna hang on to you for a little while."

"No!" I shouted. "Let me go, or I'll scream."

"Scream?" he chuckled. "Go ahead and scream. Ain't no one going to hear you around here," he said.

I started to scream for help, but Larry spun me around, and clamped a hand over my mouth and held me quiet. Then he pulled out a wad of cloth, and stuffed it into my mouth, and wrapped tape around my head until my mouth was fully covered, and I mean fully covered.

I was totally gagged, which made it easier to act.

"Mmmpfff," I cried, pretending to fight back against Larry, but it was obviously stage. I mean, the man was a giant.

"Oh, you want to hit people, do ya?"

Larry spun me around, and threw me down on the bed. He lifted my skirt, and spanked my ass, and these were real slaps from Larry, which turned him on a lot for real, because I could feel his cock pushing through his jeans against my lace covered cheeks. I didn't mind though.

I bitched and moaned all muffled behind the tight tape gag, and Larry went down, and tied my ankles together.

But then, he suddenly stopped, and stood up straight.

I was still playing struggling on the bed when I noticed Larry wasn't there. I looked and saw Larry was clearly out of character. His face was a mask of confusion. He looked passed the camera at Gloria, our DP.

"Did you hear that, Gloria?" he asked.

Gloria lowered the camera. "I thought I heard something, but I couldn't tell. I thought it was James over here hollering."

"Me, too, but I don't know. It sounded different. Like real screaming." Larry moved toward the door. "Where's Annie?"

"She's downstairs. She said she had to grab some water bottles from the car, but yeah. I haven't seen here since."

"Gimme a second," said Larry, walking out of the bedroom.

I sat up, and scooted to the edge of the bed. I stood up and let my skirt fall back into place, then sat back down. I mumbled to Gloria, raising my hands as if to say what the hell is going on?

"Just sit tight, James. Larry's gonna be right back, and we'll pick up where we left off from."

I nodded, not being able to speak and all, and just sat there waiting. I toyed with my hands, but Larry had tied the ropes really good. They wouldn't even loosen. Same with the ankles. I raised my tied-up feet, and thought how sexy they looked like this with the white frilly socks, and the red high heels, and my silky-smooth legs.

Gloria and I waited for a while.

Finally, she said, "What the hell is taking him so fucking long?"

I had no clue.

"One second, James. I'll be right back." Gloria moved toward the door. "Larry?!," she as she walked out.

A moment later, I heard Gloria scream from the other room. And I know what a scripted scream sounds like. This was a real scream.

I sat up, trying to hear what I could when Gloria came into the room with her hands behind her head, an absolutely terrified look on her face. She glanced at me, and said, "This is real, James. This is not a fucking joke."

I stared at her like what the fuck are you talking about?

When two big dirty looking motherfuckers in worn out leather biker jackets, grizzled beards, and piercings and tattoos all over their arms and necks followed into the room behind her.

One had a gun to her back.

"Well, look what we have here," the old biker said. "See that, Jimbo? Looks like we caught them while they were making a dirt movie."

"Shit. How fucking sweet is that, eh Tobey," Jimbo laughed. "Look at the bitch right there all tied up for us already. She ain't going to be no trouble at all."

I didn't know what to do. My fucking hands and feet were tied. I couldn't speak through the gag.

The men just stared down at me like I was a piece of meat.

They had no clue I was a guy.

The man called Jimbo whipped open a switch blade, and pointed it at me. "Don't you move an inch, you little schoolgirl slut. After we tie up your little friend here, we're gonna be on our merry way, and guess what? You're coming with us."

Both of the men chuckled throaty chuckles.

"Tie this one up, Jimbo," Tobey said. He pushed Gloria forward with the gun.

"Get against the wall, and put your hands behind your back," Jimbo hissed.

"Please, we're just making a movie. We're not trying to -"

Tobey slapped Gloria's ass hard. She screamed, and shut the fuck up.

"Ain't nobody asking you no questions right now, do you hear me, sweety. And you're lucky that wasn't across your face. That was just a warning shot."

"Don't make this hard on yourself," Tobey said. "Do what the man with the gun tells you now, ya hear?"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," Gloria whimpered, doing what she was told, and put her hands behind her back. Jimbo stepped up behind her, and duct taped her wrists and upper arms together, wrapping what seemed like an endless amount of tape.

Tobey holstered his gun. He went to drawer in the room, and found a pair of socks. "Here," he said to Jimbo, tossing the socks over. "Use those."

"Nice. Now open your mouth up nice and wide," Jimbo said.

I watched helpless, as Gloria opened her mouth slowly.

Jimbo stuffed the socks in, pushing them deep inside.

Gloria whimpered. She knew how effective this type of gag was.

Shit, I knew. I was gagged that exact same way right then.

Jimbo wrapped the tape around Gloria's mouth and head nearly a dozen times until the bottom of her face was completely covered with duct tape.

"Good. Now sit down next to your little friend here."

Gloria sat down beside me. She looked at me, and just shook her head sorry.

I still didn't know what the hell to do.

Jimbo leaned down, and taped Gloria's ankles, shins, and thighs together. Tobey got behind her on the bed, and wrapped more tape around her torso, above, and below her breasts nice and tight.

"Get her hands, too," Jimbo reminded Tobey.

Tobey started to tape Gloria's fingers together, and wrapped her hands like little duct taped mittens. Gloria really started to bawl at that point. I felt bad for her, but what could I do?

"Alright," Tobey said. "Let's get them downstairs with the others. I'll carry this one down myself."

Jimbo pulled Gloria forward, tipped her to his shoulder, and flung her over like a sack of potatoes. She dangled as he carried her out of the room, moaning and whimpering down the hallway.

Tobey laid me back on the bed. He reached under my skirt, feeling my cock under the panties. "I thought so," he said, grinning at me. "I've got a soft spot for trannies. You're gonna ride with me. Come on."

Ride with me, what the fuck was he talking about?

Tobey lifted me up, and carried me over his shoulder down the stairs. The smell the stale beer, and cigarettes and gasoline from years of hell-raising exuded from his leather jacket.

As I was carried down the hallway, and then down the stairs, a chorus of cursing and whimpering grew and echoed throughout the downstairs living room.

I tripped out by what I saw, and to this day have never seen anything like it, on a shoot, in a script, in real life - never.

It was cock-fucking pandemonium.

Downstairs, five other bikers in leather jackets wreaked havoc around the living room. There were moans and whimpers and grunts and hoots and hollering in the air.

It was filthy fucking orgy. Beers were out and bikers were going to town on everyone.

I saw Annie stripped to her panties, titties flopped out, and bound with duct tape to a wooden chair. Her mouth wasn't taped shut. No, she wore a big ring gag, and one of the bikers was forcing his cock through the ring, and down her throat.

Another biker stood by and jerked off as he watched.

Then they switched, and he started fucking her mouth.

Annie was covered with all kinds of juices dripping down her floppy tits. Her mascara ran down her cheeks like a crying little clown.

I saw Jimbo carry Gloria to the dining table in the room where two bikers waited, stroking their hard cocks. Jimbo stood Gloria up, and reached around and ripped her blouse open. Buttons flew in all direction. Her big breasts fell out. He pushed Gloria face down over the table. The two bikers held her still as Jimbo yanked down her blue jeans and exposed her bare ass in a black thong.

Gloria whimpered and moaned, but the men kept her in place.

Jimbo spanked her ass red, and then took out his cock, pulled aside her thong and felt her pussy with his greasy fingers.

"She's all wet, boys! I'm going in," he shouted, and stuffed Gloria with his cock, and started plowing away.

This can't be real, I thought, my mind reeling by what I was seeing.

A part of me was waiting for Hector Choy to jump out, and say cut, but that didn't happen. This was too fucking real to be true, but it was.

Our little production had been hijacked by these bikers.

As Tobey brought me down, I looked and saw across the living room, in the kitchen that Larry was ass naked, and tied up with thick ropes, and not duct tape.

He was bent over the island counter, and a long bar spread his legs wide apart. His arms were stretched out in front of him and his hands were secured to the far side of the counter. Holy shit I thought. The got big Larry, too.

A big red ball gag was in his mouth, and a pair of costume piggy ears were on his head, and a snout covered nose. A police cap was tilted over his sweating forehead.

I heard the black biker shouting, "Squeal you fucking piggy, squeal!" as he clapped Larry's big ass, and fucked him with a thick black python of a cock.

Larry grunted and moaned behind the gag, taking the thick cock as it rocked him against the counter.

Another black biker stroked his thick ass cock, and waited for his turn.

It was insane. Tobey looked back at me, and said, "Don't you fret, now, baby girl. Ain't no one's gonna touch daddy's little angel as long as I'm around."

I was relieved, I guess, but disgusted at the same time, but what the hell could I do? Fucking Larry tied these knots so goddamn good there was no way I was getting out.