Jakob

29 photos; 5:23 video

Model: Jacob
Photography by Kevin at Bound Jeopardy Date of Production: 04/29/2012

The Purloined Letter pt 2 By Fidelis

38 photos

"MMMMPHHHNNOOOOOGGMJEFF!" I was getting tired of listening to the librarian squeal like a stuck pig. If I had the time, I would give him something to squeal about – having a fondness for beefy blondes, I wouldn’t mind having some fun with him. At the moment, though, I had more important things on my mind. I wanted those documents, and I wanted them badly. I loved amateurs – this idiot thought he was so clever, but he hadn’t covered his trail. Once I knew what he was offering for sale, it didn’t take me any time to find out who he was, where he worked and what he was doing. It had only taken a couple of drinks to get his dimwitted partner to blab. Now that I thought about it, it did sound as if he was trying to say Jeff. Hmmm, perhaps we were going to have company. I took a break from turning over the librarian’s pathetic hovel. I wanted to catch the dimwit security guard from the library as he walked in. "Hands up, asshole. Yeah, you! Who else do you think I would be talking to? Get over there by the blonde. And don’t say a word!" Once he had managed to get his jaw up from the floor, the dimwit moved over to stand by the librarian. Sheesh, I wouldn’t want him guarding anything that I valued. It was shocking the way that these university libraries cut corners. They were just asking to be robbed if they couldn’t hire good professional help to protect their treasures.. "That’s right, get down by your hunky blonde friend. Hands behind your back, and don’t make a noise, or I’ll blow your feeble brains out!" The security guard was as meek as a little lamb. Without a word, without putting up the slightest struggle, he placed his hands behind his back, and allowed me to truss him up. What a wuss! I took my handy role of tape, and XXXX a strip between his teeth before wrapping some more around his head. That would keep the idiot quiet. Now it was time to resume my search. I headed off to the bedroom – I was starting to run out of options here. But I needed the Poe. The things that I had found so far were very nice – I wasn’t going to toss them, they would round out my collection. But the Poe letter - those were the jewels in the crown. "GGMMMMPHHMMPPP!" What the hell were those two up too? I took a peek – one of them had some brains. They were trying to untie each other. That wouldn’t do at all. I would have to put an end to that. "What do you two think you’re up to? You wouldn’t be trying to escape, would you? That would be a VERY bad idea. Very bad, indeed. I can see that I’m going to have to do something about you guys." I almost burst into laughter when I saw the terrified expressions on their faces. The poor saps probably thought that I was going to hurt them. I dragged them upright, and started winding rope around their torsos. I let my hands linger over the blonde beefcake as I bound him to the security guard. It didn’t look as if I was going to have a chance to play with him, not since his friend had turned up. However, I couldn’t resist the opportunity that he offered me. I gave him a few pokes and squeezes. Surprise, surprise! The big boy started to sprout a woody. His cheap suit couldn’t hide the big pole that sprouted in his trousers. Such a waste! However, it was time to get back to business. I could always return at a later date, and have some fun with him. Now where the hell had he put the documents? I had torn this place apart, I had even emptied out the refrigerator, shuddering at the thought that the priceless papers had been stored there. I heaved a sigh of relief – no librarian would do such a terrible thing as to expose fragile documents to such horrid conditions. It looked as if I was going to have to resort to drastic measures. I wasn’t going to leave this place without the Poe letters. "OK, pretty boy, I know you’ve got them. Where are the papers? You know what I’m looking for!" I had a handful of blonde hair in my hand and pulled on it, hard, but the librarian just shot me a poisonous look and shook his head. He mumbled something obscene through his gag. Hmm, this was interesting. It looked as if he had more guts than I had initially credited him with. Now, the security guard was another matter altogether. He was quivering like a bowl of jelly. I moved around and crouched down in front of him. "GGGMDONTMMETELLHIMMGGJEFF! MMMDONTTELLHIM!" I noticed the blond stud’s eyes glancing across the room. I couldn’t see anything there but a litter box for the fluffy white cat that had done a disappearing act when I broke into the house. Now, why hadn’t I thought of that before? I upended the box, scattering kitty litter and turds across the floor. A thick packet, wrapped in plastic, fell out. Bingo! With trembling hands I carefully removed the plastic. My heart nearly stopped as I saw what I held in my hands. Tears of joy came to my eyes. I had my treasure. From behind me I heard frantic, muffled screams. I turned around. The librarian was dragging his dim friend along the floor as he inched his way towards me. I laughed as I walked over to the bound duo. Kneeling down on the floor, I patted him on the cheek. "Don’t worry, big boy. You haven’t seen the last of me. Who knows, you might get something out of this, after all." THE END The Businessman played by Jimbo The Guard played by Rod Photography by Caitiff

Guy in my Kitchen

39 photos; 5:31 video

  Pizza Boy played by Ryan Photography by Caitiff

Bound Private

23 photos; 4:00 video

Bound Private played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/07/2013

Gift Wrapped

18 photos; 2:32 video

Model: DJ   Photography by Sammy  

The Purloined Letter by Fidelis

20 photos

Julian clutched his briefcase tightly, gloating as he thought of what it contained. ‘I’m going to be rich, I’m going to be rich’ played over in his mind. What he had tucked away among the innocuous academic files was going to fund an early retirement. This latest batch of purloined documents would bring the total of his stolen collection up to about five million bucks. Of course, he would have to share some of that with his partner in crime, but Jeff was such a blockhead, he had no idea of how valuable the little hoard was. Julian chuckled as he thought of the XXXX and dismay that would ensue when the theft was discovered. Ha, that would teach them a lesson for paying highly trained librarians such a pittance, while the coach of the college’s football team received millions. Julian had been discreetly putting out feelers to potential buyers and he had already received several nibbles. He had to be careful how he disposed of the papers, but he knew that he could do it. He was full of glee as he pushed open the door of his dilapidated house, the only accommodation that he could afford on his measly salary. HA! That would change soon. He would have something really quite delightful, albeit extremely tasteful, far far from here. Visions of how he would be spending his ill-gotten gains filled his head as he entered his home. He was brought to reality rapidly when he found himself staring down the barrel of a rather alarming looking item. His eyes slowly moved from the item to the person who was holding. He gulped as he beheld a burly masked figure. "Hands in the air, asshole!" "Please, please, don’t hurt me! Take whatever you want!" Julian wondered what kind of dimwit would bother burgling a house in this neighborhood. His scanty possessions would bring only a few dollars – he didn’t even have a DVD player! "Drop the briefcase! Do it. NOW!" Julian groaned as he thought of the fragile and precious pieces of papers that his briefcase contained. He gingerly placed it on the floor. Before he had time to straighten up, the intruder grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and shoved him towards the wall. "Lean against the wall. Hands and legs spread. You heard me! Get a fucking move on, or I’ll drill you." Julian obeyed the burglar. He shuddered as he felt the man frisking him, extracting his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers. What a brute! What huge hands this guy had. Julian felt an odd tingle as the thief methodically turned out of all of his pockets. What could he be looking for? "OK, down on your knees, asshole. One false move and you’re dead meat." Julian reluctantly lowered himself to his knees, thinking that this guy had watched too many bad movies. Damn, today of all days, he had to be wearing his good suit. "Ouch, ouch, what are you doing? There is no need for this! I promise, I won’t do anything foolish." "Shut your trap, egghead. I don’t want to hear another peep out of you." Julian submitted, wincing silently as he his hands were roped together behind his back. He stifled a groan as more rope was round around his chest and then attached to his bound hands. He whimpered as he was pulled to his feet, turned around and then slammed into the wall. He slid to the floor, his head aching from the contact with the rotting plaster. Julian could only watch in appalled XXXX as his captor bound his feet together. Fuck, that rope was tight. "Hey, watch the socks! They’re brand new and…MMMMMPHHHHH!" "I told you to shut up, you geek. You should have listened. Now not another peep out of you!" Julian watched in astounded XXXX as the burglar proceeded to go through the contents of his briefcase, extracting each of the purloined letters, carefully sliding them into envelopes with his gloved hands. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. Somehow this guy knew what Julian had been doing. Julian almost wept with frustration as he watched his retirement fund diminish by the minute. Thank God the most precious documents were hidden away in a spot where no one would think to look for them. "OK, Carfax, where are the rest of them?" "MMMGGGHMDONTMMMKNOWGGMMWHATMURMTALKINGBOUT." "Screw you. I’ll find them myself. It won’t take too long to turn this dump over." Julian heard crashes and bashes as his meager possessions were ransacked. "Keep away from Fluffy’s kitty litter" he prayed. "Keep away from the kitty litter!" Julian began frantically struggling to free himself. He had to get loose, he had to! Once untied, it would only take him a moment to scoop up the precious contents of the kitty litter and then flee. He would still have the manuscript of The Marble Faun, annotated by Hawthorne, and the Melville letters, and the Poe manuscripts – the gems of the collection. What the burglar had in his possession at the moment was just the tip of the iceberg. But….he knew there were other things. How had he found out what Julian was up to? If that buffoon Jeff had blabbed…nah, even he couldn’t have been so stupid. Thinking of Jeff, Julian looked at the clock on the wall. Holy shit, Jeff would be here any moment. He must get free first, he must! Renewing his frantic efforts, Julian rolled around on the floor, straining to reach the knots in the rope, to loosen the rope…anything to get free! He forgot about his suit as he thrashed about. All of his careful plans and scheming would be for nothing if the intruder found his precious cache. The thought of his retirement fund disappearing into thin air, leaving him once again penurious added fuel the fire of his frenzy. What was that sound outside? Oh no, it couldn’t be! TO BE CONTINUED... Julian played by Jimbo Photography by Caitiff

Embezzlement pt 2: The IT Guy

27 photos; 5:32 video

Cont'd from part 1
The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/14/2017

Casual Hog Tie

25 photos; 5:14 video

Model Dean
Photography by Caitiff Date of production 4/16/2019

SideKick in Trouble by Caitiff

26 photos; 4:26 video

Cont'd from Hero XXXXped!

 

Disappeared by Caitiff

25 photos; 6:31 video

   It was all set. The files, the witness testimonies, the evidence. Doug had all his ducks in their respective rows and now it was time. It hadn't’ been easy. The Valenti Family was powerful and well connected. It had taken years to put this case together for the District attorney’s office. But finally it had all paid off. All Doug had ot do was get this briefcase to the D.A. and Doug would see his career a sa prosecutor sore while the Valenti’s crashed and burned. Doug had left nothing out.
He had, however, forgotten to lock his door. Doug didn't’ hear the door creak open a she talked to his boss on his cell. He didn't’ see the man sneaking up behind him as he finished getting his papers in order. Not until it was too late.
“Mmmmpphhh!!”, Doug let out a surprised yelp as the chemical laden rag was clamped tightly over his face. Desperately he struggled to get free. But the more he thrashed and tried ot yell for help, the faster the XXXX worked it’s way into his lungs. Soon blackness overcame him.            “Sit tight.”, Damian chuckled as he closed the door on the helpless captive. Doug could only “Mmph!” in XXXX as he was shut inside the car’s trunk.
Damian flipped open his phone and dialed the number his employer had given him for just this sort of thing. The line was known to be secure.
“Yeah, I got him. ... No, he’s not going anywhere.... yeah, the dock will work. Bye.”
Damian’s stomach growled. He had been so busy planning his latest XXXX he had forgotten to eat. But it was hardly as if he could go through a drive through. There was too much chance the car could be traced back. And Damian wasn't’ sure he wanted to trust his captive to stay quiet. Having the drive through person hear muffled cries for help while taking Damian’s order could be embarrassing.
Ahh, he’ll be al right for a while, Damian thought. He got out the car and headed for the burger joint he had seen on the corner
Damian was only gone for a moment. Five minutes at best. Just long enough for his car to go missing.
“Oh shit.”, Damian muttered under his breath a she looked in disbelief at the empty spot his car used to occupy.     Doug played by Kent
Damian played by Leo
Photography by Caitiff  

Bum Deal

20 photos

Rod shows off his ASSets;-)   Model: Rod   Photographer: Caitiff  

Hands On by Justin

28 photos; 4:58 video

   My name is Hank, I work down at "Mighty Man" Construction site. We are currantly building a New Mall.  Every day now for two weeks ( yes even on the weekend) this tall thin power suited executive type would sit for and hour or so watching me work. The last five days days he brought me a bag lunch and introduced himself. " Hi there my name is Eric" He stretched out his hand through the fence and I shook it. "Hank here, Thanks for the eats." "No Problem" I relied.  We talked about the Mall and general bullshit.  You might ask, So how did Eric wind up at my house tied and hogtied?
   
    Two nights ago I woke up and saw him starring through my window,. He did not know I saw him. I played it co cool.  I had a nite light on by the window and could see him clearly. I always XXXX naked, just a sheet covering me in the summer. He stood there for about a hour I think he was Jerkin his Dick, not 100% sure.  Tonight I was ready for him.  I placed three pillows under the sheet and waited out side behind my tall bushes.  Bingo, at 2:00am he showed up. He must have come from a Black Tie dinner cause his was dressed in a fucking Tuxedo.  Listen Men I am not Gay, Ok Yes, I had a  couple a blow-jobs while in the Marines but that was because there was no TRIM around. 
 
      As He reaching into his zipper and pulled out his Dick I "Cold Cocked" him from behind. At 6ft 4 235 lbs. I hope know trouble tossing this Fancy dude over my shoulders. I felt the "Peeping Tom/Eric" needed a lesson in respect  for another man's privacy.  I took him to my garage where I stripped him out of his Fine clothes.  The Tuxedo, shirt, fancy bow tie, sheer nylon over the calf sox, those garter things hold em up. wow I'd never seen shit like this. Tight black nylon briefs, patent leather lace up shoes.  I threw all his clothes in the furnace removing his keys and wallet. I left him in his Black undershirt.     
     Walking him into my house he had just woken up although bleary eyed his Dick was rock hard dripping pre cum.  I had tied his wrists together and also just above the elbows. White rope pulled tight. I wanted him to feel the rope.  I believe his had be dinking a bit. He started to speak. I told him " Not One Fucking Word or I will cut ya nuts off" He nodded yes.  I retreived an old cum filled blue bandana I use to catch my Seed after I wank off annd tied it around his mouth.  That will shut his Pie Hole for the time being. I smirked.  I XXXX him to a kneeling position on a bed. I had removed the sheet. I tied a rope around his Nut Sack and Dick then pulled it aound his neck.  He was shaking his head.  ""NOOOOOPPPPHHHFFFFFF"  I told you to shut up Mr. Exec.  I grabbed some Duct tape and taped over the bandana.  MMMPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPLLZZEE. I grabbed his Dick and pulled tightly.  He quieted down. I XXXX him to his stomach and to check out his Vertical Smile. then ordered him on his back and XXXX his legs and knees apart.  After checking out his Balls and turned him over and Hog Tied the Bastard.  I noticed we had the same color eye Blue/Grey hazel.  Only his were tearing up like a "sissy boy". "So Eric, You wanted to look through my window and Jerk that dick off of your well here goes. I took his Dick and milked it. He fucking shoot a giant load.  Then I took my 9 incher and held it to his face and pulled my meat till it came all over his puss. 
 
      I went to the phone and called Ryan's Bar and Grill.  Hey Ryan, I know the pubs closing in a few minutes, grab a few of the Boys and get your arse's over here. I got me a Queer Rich Exec, You know the dude who's been starring at me on the job site hogtied and I know he's just an itchen to be Bitch Punked.  . I hung up and looked at my Prize.  "You just relax, cause ya gonna need all ya strength." I tossled his hair and grabbed a beer.  Eric played by Todd Photography by Caitiff

Stroking the Pole

19 photos; 5:40 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 05/21/2019

Controlled

23 photos; 3:48 video

Frat House Foul Up by Kurt

20 photos

   "56 West Washington..this must be it," thought Chet, as he reached for the doorknob. Chet was excited and a little scared..he'd been rushed by the coolest fraternity on campus, Phi Beta Bonda, and tonight was the first step of the initiation process. The frat was known for pretty rough hazings, and Chet knew there might even be some bondage and humiliation involved. But they were really cool guys, and Chet was determined to make it. He'd even worn his "lucky" Chinese dragon shirt, a gaudy rayon job he wore for all special occasions, even though most of his friends had already told him how ugly it was. A pair of neatly pressed khakis and black dress shoes completed his outfit. He gritted his teeth and turned the doorknob, entering the dilapidated house on the wrong side of town.   "Hello?" Chet said, as the door creaked open. "Ungggh!" was the stud's last coherent statement as a blunt object connected with the back of his head as soon as he stepped through the doorway.    Chet's head throbbed...for a few minutes he had no clue where he was, or what had happened. He tried to rub his aching head, but quickly realized his wrists were tightly bound in front of him. He was lying on the floor..."Hey!", he called, "Anyone there? Who slugged me? HELP! Someone untie me!" Then Chet realized that all of this might be part of the initiation, and he shut up quick. He didn't want the frat brothers to think he was a wimp. But damn, did they have to XXXX him out and tie him up?   Chet didn't have long to wait...a man entered the room and loomed over him. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his face was masked. His muscular arms were tattooed, and in his hands he held a large blue bandanna.        "OK, buddy, time for some fun," he growled as he hauled Chet off the floor, and threw him onto the nearby bed. Chest gasped as the masked attacker pulled his lucky shirt down off his shoulders, and yanked it down to his elbows. "Tacky shirt, dude! Now open your piehole!" Chet, terrified yet strangely intrigued, opened his mouth, and his captor shoved the cloth in, pushing it in deeply with his fingertips, then knotting it tightly behind the pledge's head. Chet felt himself pushed down onto the bed, his shoes pulled off, and his ankles being tightly bound with ropes.        "I wasn't expecting any visitors, but I'm always happy to accommodate an unexpected guest," the masked man said.   Chet was confused. Was this some kind of kinky role-play to prove his worthiness to the fraternity? A XXXX scene designed to test his guts? Chet decided that had to be it, so he didn't even flinch as the attacker reached down and unbuckled his belt. He roughly yanked Chet's khakis down, revealing his tight gray briefs, then turned away and picked up several long lengths of thick black rope. Within a couple of minutes, Chet found himself even more tightly bound as the black rope was tightly snaked around his wrists, waist, thighs, knees and lower legs. He grunted into the gag as the ropes were pulled and knotted tautly. Chet struggled a little, and his khakis dropped down to his ankles.        "Don't touch that gag, boy, or you'll be in worse trouble. I'll be right back!"   With his wrists bound in front of him, Chet could have reached his gag and pulled it off, but he figured that it was part of his hazing and he'd better go along. He struggled a bit and tested the bindings. No use, he was tightly bound and would have to wait for the next step of the initiation.   The masked man returned, and without a word, sat on the bed next to his handsome bound captive and yanked down Chet's gray briefs. Chet felt the masked attacker's large hands stroking his muscular, exposed ass and a hot flush hit his cock and balls, hardening his shaft. Chet grunted in feeble protest as he was XXXX, and twisting his head, his eyes fell on a note pad on the bedside table. He read the letterhead on the pad: "West Side Halfway House for Male Sex Offenders". Suddenly, reality sank in...Chet screamed into his gag as he felt his shaft being gripped and pumped.   Much later, as Chet lay exhausted on the bed, th emasked man stuffed a doller up his ass. "For your time", he said.  

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  Meanwhile, across town at 56 EAST Washington, in an elegant townhouse, six studly college students lay bound and gagged on the basement floor, writhing and moaning as they were tortured by the Phi Beta Bondas.   "Well, I guess Chet punked out," said the pledgemaster, as he tied a rope tightly around the handsomest pledge's cock and balls. "Put him on the blacklist!"   The End   Chet played by Lewis   Photography by Jake  

Muzzled part 2

21 photos; 5:40 video

Cont'd from part 1

BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/30/2013

XXXX Hold

25 photos; 4:27 video

Model : jesse Daniels
hand provided by Mr. Exe
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 01/12/2019

Hero XXXXped! by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:53 video

 

Shoping Spree by John

25 photos

             I had just returned home from shopping at the Galleria. It was a blast. I got a bunch of clothes for cheap! (It’s amazing what you can get when stores are getting rid of their fall lines to make room for the winter line.) I wanted to try on all my new clothes again and was trying to make outfits and decide what I was gonna wear out to the bar tonight when all of a sudden I heard “Don’t move!”
           I turned around and this large man was standing there. I felt a little self conscious because I was just standing there in my boxers. He said, “I’ve been following you all day kid” which surprised me. “You’re about my son’s size boy, and well, I can’t afford to buy him all these nice clothes so I’m just gonna borrow them from you!” In the predicament I was in, I didn’t see how I would have a problem with this.
           “But I ain’t just gonna walk out of here with these clothes, cuz I can’t have you callin’ the police once I leave.” And with that he took out some rope from his back pocket and tied my arms behind my back and my feet together, grabbed the bandana out of his other pocket, shoved it in my mouth, and then threw me on the bed. 
           “Now let’s see here….we have some Eddie Bauer, Abercrombie, Gap…excellent choices boy!” He began gathering all my bags together. I had just spent my entire paycheck on all those clothes and I wasn’t going to have some man just take them from me. I started twisting and turning and trying to break out of the rope, but I couldn’t get it too budge at all.               “MMMMmmrrrrrpphh” I yelled out, but it was even barely audible to me.
           “WOW, you a feisty one kid, can’t leave you like that and have you fall off the bed, so let’s just add a bit more rope to keep you secure” And with that, he rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands back to my feet. Now I had seen something like this before on one of those magazine covers at the corner porn store, but now here I was a picture perfect model for one of those magazines.
           I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t budge any of the ropes to make them looser. 
*SLAM* I turned to look at what that noise was, and while I had been distracted with trying to get loose, the man had finally left with my clothes in hand. I was pissed! There goes all my money for the month and my clothes that I needed.                After I had been left alone for a couple of minutes I realized that I lived alone and how in the hell would anyone find me, and more important WHO would find me like this? I hope it wasn’t my next door neighbor who I knew hated little twink boys like myself, because I’m sure he would say “You deserve it!” and just leave me helpless. Only time will tell, who will come to my rescue.     The Victim played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff  

XXXXped Brad by Justin

30 photos; 2:17 video

         I finished tying the ropes and then gagged him. I liked seeing his prick just hanging there waiting for some attention.  I took my dick out and started wanking it just to see Brad's reaction. He started to squim but tied tightly like I had him Brad was not going anyplace.  I knew I had to move him to my Van. I had backed it up to his garage door so when I opened it, I could just dump this naked preppy in the back and split.          Brad rolled around his rug giving me many visuals treats, My dick was rock hard and I knew I must toss myself off before I moved him.  Had to be careful of leaving any DNA for the Cop's to find. I had seen too many CSI'S on TV. I knew the drill so to speak.  I picked up Brad's white sox and smelled it. A sex filled aroma of feet and cotton his my nose. I placed Brad's sox over my 9 inch dick (That I knew would find it's way up Brad's virgin cherry-hole later) and  wanked and jerked it off, moaning as I did it seeing Brad lying, naked and bound and gagged at my feet.  I shot a load that filled his sox.  I scooped up his other sox and boxers and stuffed them in my levi's leaving Brad's sox on my still throbbing dick as I zipped myself up. 
          Ok, Brad we are going on a little trip. I grabbed Brad's cell phone so he could make the Ransom call him self. Begging his Dad to pay the money to avoid being castrated. I went to his jewelry box and grabbed all his rings and four watches.  I took a Gucci suitcase and picked five suits and five pairs of size 11 d shoes as I knew we wore ther same size.  His silk boxer shorts were next as his silk over the calf black socks plus five silk ties plus shirts.   After he paid the Million in small bills, I was going to hire a plane to take me to Belize in Cental America. I could live very well there knowing the USA had no treaty to extridite me.  I hoped the Ransom would take several days as I wanted to "explore Brad's sexuality" and see how many time I could make the Blonde CUM! 

The Border Guard by Caitiff

25 photos; 2:56 video

   Leska had always said he wished his job hadn't been so boring. Standing patrol between his own country of Imbalsk and neighbouring Angora was pointless. The two countries had had peaceful relations for decades. The only excitement that the border had ever seen was during the cold war when spies from both sides would cross over, only to discover that there was nothing in either country worth spying on. Border guards like Leska didn’t even ask for passports anymore.
So it came a sa complete surprise when a car pulled up to his post and the driver and two other men grabbed him! Leska didn't’ even have time to say anything before his hands were tied behind his back and tape used to blindfold and gag the astonished guard.
  Leska then spent an uncomfortable hour or more (he had no way to tel time) in the trunk while the men drove around. Eventually the car stopped and Leska was pulled out from the trunk, led down inside someplace and down stairs and XXXX onto what felt like a bed or large couch. Leska’s legs were then tied at the knees and ankles.
Bound and gagged, Leska could do nothing but listen as his XXXXs spoke in a strange accent. It sounded like English but it had been years Leska had learned the language in school and they were whispering which didn’t help. However, what he could make out was XXXXs and smuggle.
Leska heard some commotion that made him think he was alone and so took a chance by beginning to struggle. He rolled around on the bed and twisted in his ropes. But to no avail. The bindings were tight. if anything, he had made his bondage even tighter as it not bit into his wrists. Despite himself, Leska grunted into his gag. Fortunately he heard his XXXXs comeback in the room before they could see his vain attempt at escape.    “Ok we stick to the plan”, Leska made out one of them saying in English. “You watch this guy.”
Leska still couldn't’ figure out what was going on. Were these guys actually going ot smuggle XXXXs into the country? Why bother with the border crossing? There were plenty of places anyone with a decent knowledge of the land could cross from Angora to Imbalsk without anyone knowing. The goat herders did it all the time. But as he listened to the few snatches of conversation between his captors, Leska got the impression that these men were none too bright.
  Leska felt his short being unbuttoned. He grunted in protest not that it did any good. Were they going to take advantage of his helpless condition? Soon Leska was bare chested. However rather then molest him, whomever was undoing his clothing, tried to kepi going, as if he was trying to strip Leska of his clothes without untying him first. Suddenly Leska could hear another voice yell, “What are you doing?”
“Don't’ we need his uniform?”
“No we don’t. This was a bust. There were no XXXXs. This whole stinking country blows.”
“What about him?”
Leska trembled a she waited for the answer.      “Leave him. Somebody may find him eventually.
And so Leska was left alone. He eventually manage dot get the tape off of his eyes though he had no such luck with his gag. He was in a dank basement. desperately Leska moaned for help. It seemed like hours before some teenagers found him.
Cruelly ripping off the tape from Leska’s mouth.
“What the hell happened to you, they asked to which Leska quickly gave his story.
“And so no one knows you’re even here?”, one of the teenagers asked. Leska didn’t notice the gleam in his eye when he asked that.
“No. No one has any idea where I am. Untie me now!”
But Leska wasn't’ untied. Instead he was re-gagged with his tie.
The teenagers had decided that finding a helpless border guard tied up and gagged was just too exciting to pass up. Just because the XXXX hadn't taken advantage of Leska didn't’ mean these kids wouldn’t.
Leska did eventually get free. Much much later.      

The Very Bad Plan

43 photos; 6:16 video

Craig tries to out Slade Slade.

Model: Craig
Model  & Photographer: Slade

Date of Production: 07/30/2013

Nabbed by Caitiff

22 photos

  It was already dark when Jeff finally got done with soccer practice. The handsome dark haired college student had been getting home later and later each night, with both soccer practice and a full class load. At least he didn't have to worry about a job, Jeff thought, his parents were loaded and paid for everything so he could concentrate on school.   Jeff was pretty tired as he trudged up the walk to his apartment. So tired that he didn't notice that all the security lights seemed to be out. Jeff didn't notice the two men waiting for him in the bushes, either, until they rushed out and grabbed him.   "What the..Mmmmph!" Was all Jeff could say before one of the men clamped his hand tightly over Jeff's mouth.   "Keep quiet!" One of the men commanded," Do what we say and you won't get hurt, rich boy!"   Overpowered, Jeff could only do as the men commanded. Quickly, Jeff found himself being shoved into the back of the car, XXXX to the floor. The car, along with Jeff and his XXXXs, quickly sped into the night.       "Mmmmm!", Jeff moaned for the hundredth time, trying to get the attention of his XXXXs.    After a long drive, Jeff was taken to a run down apartment building in the bad part of town. Told to sit on a mangy bed in one of the rooms, Jeff was soon being tied up. Rope was wound tightly around his hands, knees and feet. Then a piece of blue tape was slapped over Jeff's face, sealing his mouth.   That was last night. Jeff had spent several uncomfortable hours, twisting his body, trying to get loose without his XXXXs noticing. But it wasn't working. Jeff was in excellent shape, but all the muscles in the world didn't help without leverage. And the ropes would not budge. The XXXXs knew their knots.   So all Jeff could do was lay on the bed, unable to get to XXXX, while his XXXXs, who always had stockings over faces when he saw them, stayed in another room.    Once again, Jeff let out as loud a moan as he could. Maybe if he could talk to the men, he could get them to let him go. Or at least convince them to get him some food.   The XXXXs entered, faces covered with stockings as always.   "Mmmmpht! Mmmm-mmm" Jeff pleaded as much as he could through his gag, but the XXXXs didn't seem to care.   "Shut up!" one replied.    The two men then took out a piece of paper with the words "1,000,000 or else" written on it. The paper was put on top of Jeff. The XXXXs then took out a cam corder and started recording.   "We have your son," One of the XXXXs said, threateningly," If you want to see him again, you will not go the police, you will give one million dollars in small bills. Instructions on where to leave the money will be given later. You will have one day to hand over the money after the instructions are given....or else we kill your son!"   As the cam-corder was turned off, the other XXXX asked, "Why not kill him now? We're going to do it anyway.        "Mmmmm!" Jeff gave a desperate cry.   "Not in front of the kid, moron! And we need to have proof he's alive if they ask."   The XXXXs left the room, leaving Jeff to await his fate       .    Another day passed. Other then to use the bathroom once in the morning, Jeff remained bound and gagged. And even then, only his hands had been untied. His feet were kept tied and the tape stayed fixed to his mouth. His XXXXs had not seen fit to feed Jeff.   Weak with hunger and thirst and sore from the ropes that cut off circulation in his hands and feet, Jeff could only lie still.   Suddenly one of the XXXXs entered the room, holding a large knife.    "My partner says we need to keep you alive until we get the money, but I think we don't need you anymore."   "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Jeff could only shake his head frantically as the man came closer with the knife in hand. Then, just as Jeff was sure he wasn't going to make it, the man was pulled away by his partner, who also XXXX the knife out of his hand.   "I ...TOLD... YOU... WE... WAIT!" the other XXXX screamed at his murderous partner, hitting him brutally in the jaw with each word. he then dragged the second XXXX from the room. Jeff was left alone again.   The next morning, the XXXXs had to go out together to make sure their instructions were being. Jeff was given a bathroom break, then fed a cold burger and a glass of water, the first thing he had eaten in days. They then hog-tied Jeff to make sure he didn't try hopping away.        When he was sure the XXXXs had gone, Jeff began to struggle against the ropes with all his strength. Twisting and rolling back and forth, Jeff knew this was probably his last chance to get free. But try as he might, he couldn't break free.   In desperation, Jeff even tried to yell for help though his gag. But if there was anyone nearby, they either didn't hear or didn't care.            Jeff's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the door open and the XXXXs come in. Then Jeff's heart began racing as the murderous XXXX entered the room, wielding his large knife.   "Just a few more hours!" He gloated and left. Jeff had never been more terrified in his life.        Those few hours passed like days to Jeff. Frantically he continued to struggle against his bondage as much as he could without alerting the XXXXs. When it was time for the XXXXs to leave again to pick up their money, the boss XXXX blindfolded Jeff.   "You can do him when we get back. This way he won't see it coming."   The XXXXs left again. And as before, Jeff vainly fought his bondage. Much too soon though, Jeff heard the outer door open and some walk into his room. They put their hands on Jeff, tugging at the ropes.    "Mmmmmmmpht! Mmmpphhmmmm! Mmm Mmm!" Jeff cried through his gag in a panic. Suddenly, his blindfold was taken off. It took a few seconds for Jeff's eyes to focus.   But it wasn't one of the XXXXs about to do him in, it was a policeman! The policemen removed the tape from Jeff's mouth.   "Are you all right?" Jeff was asked. Jeff gave a weak nod, happier then he had been before his entire life.       It was later that Jeff had learned his neighbor had seen his XXXX and gotten the XXXX's license plate number. Jeff was saved and his XXXXs were given very long prison sentences.       The End   Photography-Caitiff   Model-Matt   You can see more of Matt at My Friends Feet       Date of Production: 12/27/2001

Bed Buddies pt 2

40 photos; 3:05 video