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The Fall Of Ronald Thatcher by Sammy

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That's me, I had a lot of things going for me great job, plenty of money, prestige; not to mention my pick of the ladies and even the guys on occasion. Now, look at me cowering on the floor trussed up like a Christmas present. I am going to die here or at least wish I had. I never had any real friends they cost to much money and my family forgot about me a long time ago. Now, there is no hope not for me. There is only the memory of how I wound up in this situation. My name not that it matters now is Ronald, People at the office called me Mr. Thatcher. Clients called me Ronald, everyone else calls me Ronnie. I was the youngest CEO of one of the most up and coming, prestigious corporations ever. From the moment our name hit the market it was an overwhelming success. Everything we touch turned to gold. My businesses sudden and spectacular success was due in no small part to my own unforgiving, cutthroat outlook on life. No, sacrifice was to great, as long as somebody else was making it. I was corrupt necessarily just unforgiving if you were not bleeding for the company you were not working for the company. Those first months I lost almost all my staffing because the lightweights could not handle the rigors of a fast-paced and diligent workplace. Casualties were high. Business causalities like ulcers, stress, and nervous breakdowns were commonplace. But the point is that in just a few short years I had put my company at the cutting-edge of success. Now that the company was there I was gong to make damn sure it stayed there no matter what. Sure, I stepped on a few toes! Of course feelings got hurt! I suppose that is what eventually landed me here. Bound and gagged by an assailant the said he was hired by an individual I had hurt. He would not tell my the name of the injured party but he assured me after tonight it would be the only thing I could remember. I had just gotten home from the office. As I was loosening my tie a meaty hand was clamped so hard over my mouth I couldn't breath. MMmmPPppHHhh! I hadn't even removed my fucking shades. I turned to glare at the guy but all I could see was a thick arm extending from a body composed of towering muscles and hatred from the way he looked at me. "You are Ronald Thatcher." It was not a question so much as a plain statement of fact. All I could do was stand there nodding stupidly. I was to terrified to scream. "You will not be hurt as long a you obey my every command. A moment of hesitation, a refusal or anything short of an instant compliance and I will break you." Again a simple statement of fact. My now captor was also unnervingly well spoken. Much more than a common thug. "Kneel" came the command. It was so unexpected it startled me. True to his word my brief hesitation earned me a bone shattering punch to the ribs. He had hit me so hard the world went out of focus as I felt my knees buckle."I said kneel." Once on the ground the surprisingly deft hands of my attacker wound me up in so much rope; that he seemed to pull out of nowhere. He wrapped it around and around my chest cinched in one smooth knot and then continued to wrap it around first one arm then across the back and around the other arm. Then with the slack he brought the rope down the small of my back bound my hands ifin four or five loops and wrapped the rest around my stomach and secured it around my wrists with a series of complex knots. The ropes bit through my thin dress shirt and chaffed against the skin of my wrists. "You know,.." I began because he had released his strangle hold on my mouth to tie me. "Quiet", he said as calmly as if he was describing the weather. I clamped my mouth shut so fast my teeth made a loud and audible click. Then almost on cue they smeared a sticky strip of duct tape over my lips. "Face the wall. I do not want to see your face." I quickly twisted by body to the wall the tight ropes constricting alarmingly. As the ropes tightened little slivers of pain crept up my spine. My gut still aching from his punch I did not want to do anything to incur his wrath again. Then he did something unexpected he stood up marched through my living room to the bedroom phone. I twisted painfully against the rope and looked over my shoulder. He had called someone I had no idea who he was talking to but I heard one phrase clearly. "I got him come on up." Was I about to meet the person in charge of my mistreatment. Suddenly he hung up the phone and spun in time to catch me watching him. Fuck! I was in trouble now. It took the massive man only a few strides before he was once more towering over me. The blows rained down on me from all sides it seemed. I twisted and writhed to no avail his punishment was harsh and brutal. All solid body XXXX. Finally, I surrendered completely. The rope had cut so deep because of all my squirming that I could barely move. Helpless I let him strike me time after time while I just whimpered like a dog. "That was very stupid. I told you I did no want to see your face.", he said after one final punishing strike that took what was left of my breath. I lay there panting, broken and defeated when a the lingering silence between him and I was shattered by a gently almost methodical rapping on the door. In walked a very distinguished looking young man. He was dressed in designer everything from his shoes which were perfectly polished to the matching pinky rings here wore. One on each hand. "Wrap up his legs.", he said in a calmly assertive voice. Obediently his thug bound more rope around and around my legs pinning them against each other. I once again struggled futilely in attempt to free myself. All I managed to do was kick off my shoes and get another beating from the big thug for my efforts. The knots he had tied were so very secure. "Mmpphh, MMpphhMmmm, MMMPPPHHH!!" I screamed into the duct tape. I was finally trying to yell for help but like an idiot in my panic I had forgotten about the duct tape over my mouth. While I tried and failed to break free of the tight ropes or at least manage to make a loud enough noise for someone to hear the distinguished gentleman merely smiled his almond skin striking a sharp contrast to his blindingly white teeth. I know I had seen him somewhere before but my memory came to me only loosely through the pounding of my heart and the pain of my bruised and bound body. Then just as recognition settled in I felt the distinguished man hand caress my face so very gently and pull my shades down so he could see my eyes. "Your eyes were always so green." Then I knew who he was. My old college roommate. He and I were best friends he had a rich family and was one of the most brilliant minds in the Young Business Men's League. He and I had been such good friends. No, he and I were lovers. Shortly after I broke it off with him he got beaten almost to XXXX by a bunch of our frat brothers that had found out he was gay. Fuck, that’s right the business had been his idea and after I let it slip to the fraternity he was gay I stole the idea and become the man I am now. My plan was foolproof though how had he tracked me down. Almost as if he had read my mind he spoke, "You were not easy to find. But your most recent anonymous investor was my dad. He had remembered me always talking about you when I went home for summer. He decided to help fund your rise to the top. After that it was a simple matter to watch as you inevitably succeeded and wait for the right moment to extract my vengeance. Don't worry though you will find your new accommodations on my private island very much to your liking. You may even grow so appreciative of my unique form of vengeance you will beg me to continue. Here is a hint it involves one of our favorite toys from our college days." Fuck! What was he talking about. What did he have planned. "Hogtie him and lets go." My ex said as he walked out the door. "And just so you don't get any ideas about this being all because of you betraying me in college; you should know that early today my father bought the majority of your company's stock in open trading. Without the CEO there that makes my dad the lead stockholder and places him in charge of your business So, really its all about the money. But vengeance, yeah, that works too." All I could do was stare helplessly into space while the thug contorted my legs behind me in a painful hogtie and continue to whimper like a baby. My God, how the mighty had fallen. The End Ronald Thatcher played by Mickey O'shea Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/10/2006
Penalty Round By: Caitiff

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“OK, so all I have to do is get out of the ropes?” Zac asked his friends. “Yep", Josh said as he tightened the ropes around Zac’s arms. "In ten minutes or else you go into a penalty round.” “Yeah the penalty round", Ron laughed as he helped tie up Zac. Sounded easy enough. Zac had been tied before. He was sure he could get out of these guys’ rope work. Josh finished up the knots he was working on. “Ok, I’m all done.” “All right, Zac”, Josh said as he began to struggle. All he had to do was get a bit of slack. Zac was certain they had tied the knots within easy reach of his hands once he could move his hands a bit. Josh and Ron watched their friend for a few minutes. They had known Zac since high school, and he had always had problems thinking stuff through. They knew they just had to wait a little while to see if the trap had worked. Zac meanwhile continued struggling. Five minutes passed. Then eight. And then ten minutes had gone by. “Ok penalty round!” Josh announced. It suddenly occurred to Zac that he didn't know what the penalty round was. He soon ignored out when Ron pulled out some green tape! “What do you think you’re going to do with tha...UMMMPPHH!?” Zac grunted as the tape was wound around and around his head tightly. Soon Zac was unable to speak at all except for muted mumblings. Zac glared at his friends who stood laughing. “Finally some quiet.” Ron said. Josh agreed. “Well since we know he can't get out, lets help ourselves to his fridge. I saw some beer in there.” “MMmmm!” Zac moaned in protest. “Yeah. And hey we can watch some pay per view. I think the game is on tonight. Only fifty bucks to watch.” “Mmmmmmmpphhaammm!” Ron got the beer while Josh turned on Zac’s TV. Both ignored Zac’s pleading to be let go. They planned on eating Zac out of house and home from the start. Now Zac couldn't say a thing. He had agreed to get tied up. It wasn't their fault he had entered the penalty round. They bound him up good MMPHed him silent and the boy is out for the count for a long hot while. Zac was breaking up a sweat doing absolutely nothing! "Let's keep him like this all weekend!" Ron shouted. "Hell yeah!" cried Josh. "MMmmmpPPHhm!!" As strong as Zac was, tight ropes reduce any hulk into tightly packaged raw meat. Resisting was futile and Zac now knew he was owned. They knew exactly how to bind up beefy hot headed cocky boys! Zac's torso was sore and ground into. He wasn't getting out any time soon? The End Zac played by himself Photography by Rawy Date of Production:11/30/2012
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Several weeks had passed since Dante broke up with Donovan, but Donovan still couldn’t get over it. In his eyes, he had been the perfect boyfriend. He did everything he could to make Dante happy, which is why he was even more devastated when he found out Dante didn’t want to see him anymore. As the weeks progressed, Donovan became more obsessed with the idea of getting back together with Dante…he was sure he could convince Dante if given the chance. However, after all of his texts and calls were ignored, Donovan decided to take matters into his own hands. Once he was sure Dante was at work, Donovan went to his house. Fortunately, Dante’s hide-a-key was exactly where he knew it was, under the potted plant on the porch. Donovan let himself in and waited. When Dante’s car pulled into the driveway, Donovan pulled out a yellow rag and bottle of liquid. He poured the contents into the rag as the door slowly opened. Before Dante could react, Donovan pounced, grabbing Dante from behind and covering his nose and mouth with the rag. Dante struggled, but the smell from the rag took hold of him quickly, causing the world to blur around him. Within just a few seconds, Dante was out cold. Donovan worked as fast as he could, propped his XXXX love in a chair. He grabbed some rope from the garage and tied Dante’s hands behind him to the chair. Next he secured his feet before finally wrapping a length around Dante’s chest. He stood back a moment to admire his handiwork. There was no doubt about it…Dante was at his mercy. Now it was time for Donovan to have some fun. Donovan smacked his XXXX ex a few times until Dante began to stir. Just as Dante began to gather his bearings, Donovan shoved the yellow rag into his mouth, knotting it in the back firmly. Donovan stood behind Dante, looking down on him with pride. Dante struggled, but the knots were too tight. Fear started to creep in when he realized there was nothing he could do, and he had no idea what Donovan was planning. “You thought you’d gotten rid of me, but there was no way I was gonna let you go without a proper goodbye,” Donovan said as he looked into Dante’s eyes. “Of course, you really don’t get much of a say in the matter since you’re all…tied up at the moment.” Dante started to thrash about in hopes of loosening the rope. “Go ahead, it’s not gonna work,” Donovan said. “You aren’t the first ex I’ve tied up. Won’t be the last either. To be honest, you struggling like that is starting to turn me on.” Donovan knelt beside Dante and grabbed his shorts. Dante let out a muffled grunt of rejection that fell on deaf ears. He watched helpless and Donovan slowly pulled down his shorts, revealing his boxers. “Boxers…really? You really don’t want to show off anything, do you,” Donovan said half-heartedly. “But you know what…I have a great idea. I’m gonna run to the sex shop and get us some…toys to play with. You don’t mind waiting for me, right?” Dante screamed through his gag as Donovan laughed at him. “But before I go, I’m gonna make you a little more comfortable.” Donovan went behind Dante’s chair and slowly tipped it over, placing it and his captive sideways on the floor. “There, you should be fine like that until I come back. Oh, and don’t bother screaming for help. We both know your closest neighbor is three miles away, and the police station is a forty-five minute drive. I’m sure you won’t mind if I use your car. See you soon.” And with that, Donovan was gone. Seeing this as his only chance, Dante fought against his bonds with everything he had. He twisted, contorted and pulled every muscle in his body, but the ropes refused to yield. After an hour, he was covered in sweat and completely exhausted. Just when he was about to give up, he felt his wrists start to get a hint of slack in this rope, compliments of his sweat. He started to struggle again, and as the minutes crept by, he felt his wrists starting to work through the ropes. He was on his way to freedom, and all he could think about was how to get his revenge on Donovan when he came back…if he got out of the bonds completely, that is. To Be Continued…

Victim: Dante
Tormentor: Donovan

Date fo Production: 06/09/2016

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