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

 

 

 

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 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

Wheeled In

20 photos; 4:59 video

Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 4/26/2019

Two Tight

20 photos; 2:30 video

Model: Adam
Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

ddate of Production: 04/23/2019

Muzzled

18 photos; 3:59 video

BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/30/2013

Stored Away

28 photos; 5:18 video

Model: Uriah
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/14/2011

Got Your Back by Cryptococcus

23 photos; 3:07 video

 

Ben and Todd were recreational XXXX users, but not dealers. Ben, especially, was always on the lookout for some good blow, even though it sometimes took him far from the gentle neighborhood where the young men lived. Stating that he planned to clean the joint up, Todd had willingly emptied both his wallet and his pockets and antied up his car keys that Saturday morning so Ben could go make a score for the both of them.

True to his word, as soon as Ben left, Todd got out the floor sweeper and threw all the windows open. After a while, he decided the autumn breezes were uncomfortably cool, but the joint DID need airing out . . . so he shrugged into a warm vest and resumed his chores.

Todd decided he'd get the living room and the kitchen, and it was Ben's turn for the bathroom. At least, Todd thought it was, but he wasn't too sure.

Todd heard the door opening and without looking up, said, "Yo, bro. What'd you get?"

"Uh, Todd," said Ben, in a way that made Todd look up.

Behind and slightly to the side of Ben was a man wearing grease-stained jeans, engineer's boots, and a muscle tee. The man's arms and what Ben could see of the man's chest were covered in tattoos.

"What's up?" asked Todd.

Then Ben stepped aside, At the same time, the stranger gave Ben a push with a hand in the middle of his back that sent Ben sprawling artlessly on the floor.

"Oh, fuck," said Todd. "Wait a minute. What the shit's going down here."

"Shut your trap," ordered the man. He was looking around the house,

Todd saw the man's narrowed pupils, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck spring erect. Slowly, he raised his hands.

"That's right," said the man. "You," he pointed at Todd, "on the couch." He turned to Ben, who was still on the floor. "And you run fetch that clothesline I see in your back yard. Pull any shit, and it's your friend's funeral."

"Uh, yes," said Ben, and he scrabbled on his elbows and knees for the door.

"What is it you want?" asked Todd. He saw the stranger watching Ben through the back door.

"I want the rest of your roll," said the man. "I saw what your buddy was flashing, and with that kind of dough, I knew there'd either be more of it, or I'd find some really good stash here."

"We don't have anything here," said Ben. "Todd had all our money, He was supposed to go score for us this morning."

Todd appeared. In his haste, he had ripped down all three clothesline segments and returned with them, clothespins and all. With his eyes wide, he dropped them at the strangers feet.

"You, too," the man said, "on the couch."

Todd nervously took his place beside Ben. Both men watched as the tattooed guy knelt to slice the clothesline into manageable pieces.

"What you gonna do to us?" asked Ben.

"Gonna tie you up, and maybe gonna beat the shit outta you if you don't tell me where your stash and cash are right now!"

"Crap, man. I already told you. We ain't got no stash, and Todd had all the dough we could scrounge up."

"For your sake," said the man, "that better not be so." He pointed the XXXX at Todd. "Stand up," he ordered, "and put your hands behind your back."

Minutes later, Todd and Ben were bound at wrists and ankles. Ben sat on the edge of the couch, with fight or flight resounding within him with the adrenaline that thrummed in his veins. It was a totally helpless feeling, and it peaked when the stranger pulled an old sock between Ben's teeth and used the last of a roll of duct tape to gag Todd. Then the man left the room.

Todd, to Ben's amazement, then came to his feet and hopped over to the door. Ben heard the tattooed man rummaging around in the kitchen, and he hopped over to his roommate. Ben then shook his head. Count on Todd to be anal retentive, he thought. Todd had secured the safety chain before dumping the clothesline on the floor.

Then Todd had an idea. He turned his back to Ben and touched the other man's bound hands, asking, imploring his assistance, but Ben's vest was pulled down over his bound wrists, and there was little that the other man could do.

"Ya'll ain't got shit in the fridge," called the man from the kitchen. Then he returned and found the two men at the door. He was instantly annoyed. "Okay," he said. "You two dumb shits get down on the floor right this instant. I'm gonna turn this place upside down, and I ain't gonna have you wandering around while I do it!"

He then roped Ben and Todd together, back-to-back.

Ben and Todd then watched as the man carted out their possessions. Then they heard the sound of Ben's car start up. As the sound of the motor dwindled in the distance, Todd heard Ben say something. It was muffled by the sock gag, but it sounded a lot like, "This is all your fault, you dumbass."

And Todd, for once, had to agree, but there was no way he was ever going to admit it to Ben.

 

 

Todd played by Sammy

 

Ben played by Mike

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Jay

27 photos

Welcome Home

25 photos; 5:38 video

Bound Guy  played by Jon Storm

Thug played by Ron Jeffries

Photography by Caitiff



ddate of Production: 04/04/2019

War Games

38 photos; 4:50 video

Bored Soldier played by Rex
Enemy Soldier played by Jon Storm

Photography by Caitiff



ddate of Production: 04/20/2019

I Need to Borrow Your Uniform

12 photos; 9:04 video

Guard played by Rick

Intruderr played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff



ddate of Production: 04/23/2019

Awkward Position by Caitiff

32 photos; 2:10 video

 

 This was going to be good, Chad thought to himself. For weeks he hadn’t been able ot hook up in his po dunk town. That had been weeks he hadn’t been able ot get tied up. But today it occurred to him, he could tie himself up. Sure, he wouldn't’ be able to get off very easily but that was part of the fun.
He had never actually tried self bondage before. But the concept seemed pretty simple. First he tied the rope around his ankles, binding his legs. Next came the gag. A strip of strong duct tape was plastered over his mouth, sealing it. Chad’s dick went hard. The gag was always his favourite part. Finally Chad had to tie his hands. That was the hard part. Carefully he made a hand cuff out of the rope and slipped it over his hands. He had to twist his fingers to tighten it until it felt comfortably tight and then fix the knot. Wiggling his wrists, Chad felt suitably restrained. He was certain he could reach the knot and free himself when he had too but it would take some effort and that’s exactly what Chad wanted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gagging for It by Kurt

13 photos; 2:54 video

Out of the Blue by Fidelis

29 photos

 

 Gus let his hand rest lightly on his belt.   He didn’t think that he would even need to draw it, but you could never be sure with these punk gangbangers. There had been so many complaints from the new homeowners in this neighbourhood. They were buying up and refurbishing these old houses, and weren’t too happy when the punks broke in and started stealing both the old and valuable fixtures and leaded glass, as well as the new appliances that were going in. Gus had just seen a figure in a hoodie slip into this house – he was going to catch the little prick red-handed. Maybe that would get these rich assholes off the backs of the police. What did they expect? They were moving into a poor neighbourhood, gentrifying and kicking out the old inhabitants – there was bound to be trouble. But the law was the law – Gus wasn’t going to have a bunch of punks doing what they pleased on his beat.
  Gus pushed at the front door – it slowly swung open. Hmm, this wasn’t a good sign. He tightened the grip on his XXXX. Maybe he should have called for back up. Naw, he wasn’t a raw rookie, he would be OK.
"This is the police. You are on….UGGGGGHHHH!"
Gus fell to the floor stunned. Something heavy and hard had slammed down on the back of his neck. He lay on the floor, temporarily unable to move. He grunted as someone kicked him in the ribs.
"Well, what have we got here? A nosy cop, I see. I guess this isn’t your day, copper."
"UNNNHHHHHH!"
  Gus could only moan as his unknown assailant grabbed his belt and started dragging him across the filthy floor of the house. His right arm was totally without feeling – he tried to grab out with his left arm, but it was useless. He was being heaved about as if he was a sack of potatoes. He was pulled upright and his head slammed into something solid. Blackness descended as he slid to the floor, unconscious.
"UNNNGGGHNNOOOO!"
Gus shook his head. Whoever had been slapping his face had stopped. He tried to focus his eyes. For the moment, all that he could see was dusty floor, with a trail through the dust, as if something large and heavy had been dragged through the filth. It took him a moment to realize that he had been the object. He was on his knees, his legs in a very uncomfortable position beneath him. His hands were behind his back, something cold and metallic holding him in place against some sort of pole. Something nasty and sticky was covering his mouth.
  "How does our neighbour beat cop, feel? A helluva lot better than you’ll be feeling in a few minutes. I can assure you of that. "
"HMMMPH! GGMMWHOMMTHEHELLMMMU!"
"Me? You want to know who little innocent old me is? I’m the neighbourhood XXXX maker, you dumb cluck. And you’ve stumbled into my lab. It is might inconvenient – I wasn’t planning on moving for weeks. You’ve really screwed up my plans, copper. Lucky that I’ve just finished brewing a batch."
"MMMUBASHTARD! GGMMMGONNAMMROTINGGJAIL…UGGMGLUMP!"
  Greg’s gagged tirade was cut short.
"Jail? I don’t think so, copper. Who’s going to put me in jail? Not you, that’s for sure. Now, I could just blow your head off right now, but the sight of blood makes me fail faint. And it would be sooooo messy. No, I’ve got something much better in store for you."
Greg snarled through his gag and struggled against his cuffs, which were far too tight. They were already starting to cut off his circulation. If he could just reach his keys…
  "No, no, copper. You aren’t going anywhere. How stupid do you think I am? Do you think that I would leave the key to your cuff in easy reach? Here it is, and….here it goes."
Greg heard a tiny clink as his captor tossed the key into the rubble of the half-renovated house. Damn, this wasn’t good. What did this guy mean – what better thing did he have in store for him? Having his head blown off wouldn’t be a good thing, but…what could be worse then that? No head meant dead. Greg could feel sweat trickling down his rib cage. He didn’t have a good feeling about the situation that he was in. He didn’t have long to wait to find how dire his dilemma was.
" I was planning on using this when I left this dump – there is nothing like a nice explosion and fire to cover one’s tracks. You’re just forcing me to use it prematurely. Just let me pack up my things and then I’ll set it up. Don’t worry, you won’t have long to wait."
  "GGGMMMNNNOOOO! MUUCANTMMDOTHISM!"
Greg tried to lash out with his legs, which he had managed to straighten. He just missed his captor’s shins.
"You’re going to wish that you hadn’t done that, copper. Of course, you’re going to be blasted into bits in a very short period of time, but…you’ve just given an excuse to do this!"
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

 

Greg screamed in pain as the villain leaned over and grasped Greg’s groin with an incredibly strong hand. It felt as if a steel claw was crushing his nuts. Greg almost passed out with the pain. He could only watch through a blurry haze as his ankles and knees were taped up.
"There, no more kicking from the cop. Not that you have much more time to kick anyone. Let me see – half an hour should give me plenty of time to pack up and get out of here. It’s been nice knowing you officer – parting is such sweet sorrow and all of that crap, but I’ve got to get out of here, and you – why, bits of you should be scattered all over the neighbourhood in 30 minutes."
  Greg struggled to his feet. He throw himself forward, hoping that the support to which he was cuffed would break. No such luck. When they built these big old houses, they built them to last. The wood didn’t even creak. OK, time to move on to plan two. He had an extra key to his cuffs hidden about his person – you never knew when an extra key would come in handy. He had been in such a rush this morning that he hadn’t had time to put it in its usual hiding place, but he knew that he had it. He had stuffed it into his pocket – he hoped that it hadn’t fallen out when he was dragged across the floor.
  Darn, this wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be. Greg strained his muscles, trying to get his rapidly numbing fingers into his pocket. He could just reach the inside of the pocket, but of course the key was at the bottom. Gingerly, he started pulling up the lining of the pocket with the tips of his fingers. He had to be careful; he didn’t want the key falling to the floor – if that happened he would be in really big trouble. Hmm, that was a dirty tissue – no good. Some change – no good. Ah, that felt like the key. Now if he could just get it out…Greg gave a sob of frustration as the key slipped back into his pocket. His fingers were getting both sweaty and numb. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he knew that he didn’t have long to free himself.
AHA! He had it! Now all he had to do was unlock the cuffs. He had had training in doing this very thing in the academy, but never with his hands almost completely numb, and never when cuffed to a pole! Oh yes, he almost had it. He was so close to freeing himself…he heard a tiny click and one cuff fell open.
  Greg tore frantically at the tape around his knees. His knife had disappeared from his duty belt; he had to use his bare hands to free himself. Damn, but this stuff was sticky and tough. He tore at it freeing first his knees and then his ankles. He started racing for the front door, not bothering to remove his gag. He was in no mood for chatting at the moment, and he had the horrible feeling that he didn’t have a moment to waste. He yanked the door open and stumbled onto the front steps. He heard a boom and then a whoosh as the force of the explosion blew him off the steps and into the shrubbery. Ha – the criminal had been foiled! Greg wasn’t in tiny little bits and he wasn’t going to rest until he had nailed the guy and made sure he spent the rest of his days rotting in jail.

 

 

Greg played by Chris
Photography by Caitiff

 

Bed Buddies pt 1

27 photos; 3:05 video

Stripped and Stored Away

24 photos; 6:50 video

It was bad enough when Dean was XXXX out, stripped and left tied up in the closet.

It got worse when the wrong person found him.

Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 04/16/2019

Business Man Nabbed

24 photos; 4:56 video

Business Man played by Jesse Daniels
Nabber played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 03/11/2019

Chair Tied

20 photos; 1:18 video

Model: Aiden
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/28/2013

Down in The Basement

32 photos; 3:54 video

Bears by Slade

18 photos

Model: Craig
Model: Kurtis
Photographer: Slade

 

Date of Production: 01/27/2012

Thug On My Table pt 2 by Caitiff

17 photos; 2:27 video

 

Hog Tied Bear

26 photos; 5:19 video

Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 12/16/2011