Tight Hold By Caitiff
34 photos; 5:32 video
It was all supposed to be so simple. Roger needed money. He didn’t even realise that people bet on college wresting. But a guy approached him with a very tempting argument. If Roger, the star wrestler on his team, “disappeared” then his team would most likely lose. The guy would make lots of money and would cut Roger in for half.
Roger felt bad but a butt load of money would soothe a lot of guilt. What made Roger a bit leery though was that the guy wanted it to look like a takening.
It started out simply enough. Roger would be at the campus in full view an hour before the match was scheduled. A van would pull up and Roger would be “XXXX” into it by masked men.
That was ok, Roger supposed. What he wasn’t so sure about was the part where Roger had his hands tied tightly back his back.
“Hey, what are you...Mmmpphh!”, Roger’s complaints were cut off when his shanghaiers shoved a red bandanna into his mouth, wedging it between his lips. It was tied so tightly that Roger couldn't’ shake it off or loosen it with his tongue.
Ok, this was a bit too realistic. He had agreed to this. It wasn’t as if he was going to resist or run away. But it was too late now. Roger had committed himself.
Gagged, Roger couldn’t even ask where they were going. He estimated the van drove for about an hour before it stopped and side door opened. Roger was shoved out. He was half marched half shoved into a basement apartment.
Just cooperate and it will all be over ina few hours, Roger thought to himself as he was shoved onto a bed. At least he would be somewhat comfortable though the bondage still seemed a bit excessive.
The shanghaiers got out more rope that was used to tie up Roger’s feet and legs. The rope bound Roger’s thighs to his ankles and his toes. Roger felt really constricted by the rope binding him.
Even though he was here by choice, Roger began to struggle against his bondage. He rolled and twisted but he didn’t find any slack. He was held tighter then he had ever been held by any competitor. A wrestler may get tired if you struggled enough. But the ropes just got tighter.
“Mmm!”, Roger moaned through his gag, begging to be let go. He would promise not run away or cause any trouble if they would just untie him.
His shanghaier’s response though was the opposite to what Roger had wanted. Instead of untying him, they tied him with even more rope and then sealed the cleave gag into his mouth with tape. Just to make sure he knew who was in charge, Roger’s captors pinched his nose close. Roger struggled but couldn't’ get away to catch a breath until the shanghaier decided to let go. Roger got the message. He was totally helpless. His captors could do whatever they wanted to do to him.
This takening was becoming way too real.
Roger didn’t know how long he lay on that bed. The match must have ended by now. Soon this ordeal would be over.
It must have been late afternoon when the man who had originally talked Roger into this deal walked into the room.
Thank God, Roger thought, now I can be let go and get my money.
But the man had other ideas. “Has our boy been good?”, the man asked.
“More or less. But if he keeps it up we may have to put him under for shipping.”
Shipping?! What were they talking about.
“That’s ok. We just need to hold him a few more weeks so we can get the ransom. Poor schmuck. He just stood there and let us take him thinking he would make some money. Like anyone bets on college wrestling.”
Roger’s heart leapt to his throat as his shanghaiers, his very real shanghaiers, laughed at their very real captive.
The End
Roger played by Xavier
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/13/2010