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The Player

25 photos; 4:53 video

The Player played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/25/2012
Coach's Boy by John

25 photos; 3:01 video


Jack was the man when it came to athletics at Williamson High School. He was the star quarterback of the Fighting Dragons football team. He was a top-notch swimmer and diver. He was the pitcher of the baseball team. When it came to sports, nobody did it better than Jack, and he knew it.

            Well, one Saturday morning, Jack was late to practice. He had gone out to celebrate a victory Friday night, and had a little bit too much to drink. The alarm clock was goin off, but Jack just couldn’t pull himself out of bed. He finally did, and was about forty minutes late to practice.

            Coach was furious at Jack and threatened not to start him in the Homecoming game next week because of his attitude towards the rest of the team. Jack needed to be taught the lesson that the team is a group effort and that there is no “I” in “Team”. But Jack always said to that…there is “ME” in “Team”.

            Coach pulled Jack to the side after practice and told him that he needed him to come over to his house to try on the new uniform that they were going to unveil at next week’s game, and that if he did that, then he might consider letting Jack start the Homecoming game next week. Jack was sure going to do anything he could to get to start Homecoming, because hell, he was in the running for Homecoming King, and if he wasn’t playing the game it would look pretty stupid.

            Later that afternoon Jack showed up at the coach’s house. “Here, try these on” said the coach as he threw the new uniform at Jack. “These look pretty nice Coach” said Jack. “Here you need to drink this to get your nutrients back in your system after our practice today” said Coach as he handed Jack a drink. Jack said “Thanks!” and quickly drank the juice. Little did he know that Coach had spiked the juice and Jack would soon be passed out.

Jack was laying face down on the Coach’s bed, and so the Coach really thought he wanted to teach Jack a lesson. He took out some rope and quickly began to tie Jack’s hands and arms behind his back. Jack started to wake up and Coach freaked out and shoved his hand over his mouth so Jack couldn’t scream for help. “What the hell are you doing to me?” yelled Jack. Coach had to think quick. He grabbed some cloth and quickly gagged Jack’s mouth so that he couldn’t say or scream anything else. Now the coach tied Jack’s ankles together so that he wouldn’t be able to quick him.

“Now look Jack, I’m doing this as a test” said the coach, “I bought these uniforms from a second hand store and I need to make sure that they will last us.” The Coach was clearly making up this story. “I need to tie you up so I can have you struggle around a bit to make sure that the uniforms can take the twisting, turning, and rubbing, that these uniforms will see on the field.” Jack somehow thought to himself, “Ya Coach, that’s a good idea!”

            “O.K. Jack, struggle around some more” called out Coach. He let Jack roll around a little bit and then he said “Wait, I need to tie you up some more, get a new tightness on your ropes.” Now, I never said Jack was the smartest boy in the high school, just that he was a good athlete. So Jack stopped struggling and let Coach hogtie him. “Oh yea, this will do it now. Start to struggle now Jack.” And with his coach’s wishes Jack started struggling more and more. Not once did he ever stop to think that he had lost some time where the point he was trying on his new uniform to where Coach was putting rope around his arms.

Jack played by Tye Photoraphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/31/2006
Drunken Sailor by Ivor Ciccone

25 photos

"This is for your own good", I told Ryan, a young Sailor and a good friend of mine, as I bound his wrists tightly behind him with strong, black tape. We were ship mates, I'm a naval officer and we were on board the same vessel. He's younger than me and I'm higher ranked than him, so I look out for him, watch his back. This particular night Ryan and I had ignored the curfew, we didn't feel like XXXX, despite the busy day we had in front of us. Instead we decided to get a little drunk and play some poker together, in an unused cabin down in the underbelly of the ship. After two bottles of whiskey the lad was starting to get past merry and into rowdy. Asking him to keep the volume down did no good, he was past seeing sense and if anyone heared him and uncovered our disobedience it would have been my ass that got the worst disciplining. So I decided there was only one thing to do. "If you won't keep it down, boy, I'm gonna have to make you be quiet!" "Oh, yeah? And how you gonna do that?" In his loose, drunken state his arms were pretty easy to force together behind him and bind at the wrist. "Hey, what the fuck....?" Ryan yelled. "Oh, man, we're gonna be dismissed if you keep this up. Enough noise already!" And with that I took an old white rag and tied it across his mouth. "MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFFF!", he yelled into the cloth. "You're still way too loud, bro, when you gonna learn?" I said and to silence him further I wound the duct several times around his head, tightly gagging his mouth. His stifled mumbles were now thankfully almost inaudible. My tensed back & brow began to relax and I pushed him gently down onto a trunk to sit. Panic over, I thought, he'll just settle down and go to XXXX now, then I'll carry him to his bunk. But Ryan was still wide awake. He looked at me quite forlornly, sad, pain ridden eyes asking to be freed. "Just settle down, Ry," I said, "you brought this all on yourself!" He started to struggle, he didn't like this one bit! He pulled at the tape binding his wrists and then rose to his feet, all the while trying his hardest to yell into the gag. "This is the last time we disobey a curfew together, bud, you're a liability!" I said in hushed tones and pressed my hand over his gagged mouth. Man, could this kid make some noise! "Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to handle your liquor?" I realised I'd have to completely incapacitate him if I wanted peace, so I tightly taped his legs together, across the shins, pulling his lower legs together and above the knees, tightly preventing him from using his legs. But it seemed like the more he got tied, the angrier he got and he struggled mightily against the bonds. All I could do now was watch over him and hope that he didn't do himself an injury. I tried to reason with him. I spoke to him in a calm voice hoping to lull him to XXXX, but he was wild, like a trapped animal. "Boy, if you want free you're gonna have to prove to me that you'll be quiet, so just relax." My words just seemed to add fuel to the fire and he rolled around the floor like a mad dog. "It's gonna be a long night", I thought to myself. I poured another whiskey and dealt myself a hand of patience. Without realising it I had started to hum a tune to myself, it was "What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?" I laughed. "Precisely", I said! The End Ryan played by Phillip Photography by Caitiff Back

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