Red Carded by LAshyguy
30 photos; 6:31 video
Chip had been playing soccer since he was kid, and he was damn good at it. He never played professionally, but it was always something he did to relax and keep in shape. Unfortunately, some of the other teams in his recreational league were still trying to recapture their glory days, and took things too seriously.
Brendan played for the Pythons, a fitting name when you got to know what a snake Brendan was. He would do anything to win, even if it meant breaking a rule of two to do it.
The Pythons were scheduled to play Chip’s team, the Bay City Detectives, in the finals for the championship. And Brendan knew well enough that Chip was the best player on the team. He thought the easiest solution would be to injure Chip right at the start of the game. Sure, he would get thrown out, but it would almost certainly guarantee The Pythons first place. Then, an awful idea struck him after downing one too many beers, one that he’d have to live with for the rest of his life.
The morning of the game, Brendan pulled up to Chip’s house. He knew he would have to be quick so the neighbors didn’t hear anything. Chip was in excellent shape, but Brendan had at least twenty pounds on him, and Brendan was confident he could overpower Chip.
Brendan grabbed a small bag out of his trunk containing some rope and a leather gag he received at his bachelor party as a joke a couple years ago. He rang Chip’s doorbell. There would be no talk. As soon as the door opened, Brendan would pounce and have Chip trussed up before he could react. The door open, and Brendan was on Chip before the word “Hello” could be uttered. Brendan shoved Chip back and muscled him to the ground.
“What the hell, Brendan,” Chip shouted.
“Sorry, man. You’re just too damned good, and I can’t have that on the field today,” Brendan replied. Brendan spilled out the contents of the bag, ready to fulfill his plan.
“Well, you’re not gonna have a choice,” Chip said as he quickly wriggled out of Brendan’s grasp and clamped his legs around Brendan’s head, securing it in a vice.
“Let…go…” Brendan said as Chip applied pressure.
“You didn’t know I’m also a trained MMA fighter, did you, Brendan,” Chip said with a wry smile on his face. “Now put your hands behind your back.”
“Go to hell,” Brendan replied. Chip squeezed his legs, and Brendan felt the pain intensify to the point where he almost XXXX. He quickly put his hands behind his back.
Chip grabbed some rope and secured Brendan’s hands behind his back in seconds.
“Eagle scout, too, asshole,” Chip said. With Brendan’s hand’s secured, Chip released the leglock and pounced on Brendan’s back.
It took less than a minute, even with Brendan trying to fight back. Soon, Brendan’s legs were tied.
“Let me go,” Brendan cried out, and that’s when the leather gag went into his mouth. Chip secured it tightly around Brendan’s head. “Mmmmph!”
“Much better,” Chip said. “I don’t want the neighbors hearing you once I do this.”
Chip grabbed Brendan’s soccer short and pulled. It resisted, but eventually the seams gave. Brendan cursed inaudibly and thrashed about, but there was nothing he could do.
“Sorry, but I have to admit that I’ve always wanted to see you with your shirt off. And I have to say, I’m not disappointed.”
Chip grabbed more rope and wrapped it around Brendan’s chest. He added more to Brendan’s wrists and legs, just to be safe, before standing up and admiring his work.
“I’m sorry, Brendan, but it looks like you’re going to miss the championship game. Considering that I was supposed to be in your current position if you had your way, I’m don’t really feel guilty about any of this. However, I’m not a complete jerk. That floor must be really uncomfortable.”
Chip pulled Brendan to his feet and threw him over his shoulder. Brendan marveled at Chip’s strength. What a mistake he made underestimating Chip.
Chip dropped Brendan onto the bed, walked over and lowered the blinds, then sat next to Brendan.
“Comfortable,” Chip asked.
“MMMMPHHH!”
“Judging by your expression, I’m going to guess that wasn’t a nice word. Anyway, one last thing.”
Chip grabbed one final piece of rope and proceeded to hogtie Brendan, ending any chances of his escape.
“That should keep you nice and secure until after the game. When I get back, I promise to untie you. However, I might have a little fun first.”
Brendan shook his head violently in protest.
“Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m not a monster. But I might not be back for a few hours. My buddies and I are probably going to hit the bar after we win the championship.”
Chip got up, shut the light and left the room.
As Brendan lay there listening to Chip’s car sail off in the distance, Brendan struggled until his muscles ached with exhaustion. As the hours ticked by awaiting Chip’s return, all Brendan could do was reflect on how stupid he was, and wonder what Chip would do when he returned.
The End.
Brenden played by Vincent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/08/2014