Tie It Like Beckham by Caitiff
26 photos; 4:54 video
Well this sucked, Ignacio thought. One minute he was on his way to practice, the next he had been bundled into a van.
Ignacio didn’t know where they took him but the men who taken him hustled him out of the van and into a run down house in a run down neighborhood. Though he has a big guy, Ignacio was over powered by the two burly men as they grabbed him and made him into the house and up to a room on the top floor.
Ignacio’s hands were bound behind his back and he was pushed onto a filthy mattress. More rope was tied around his chest and arms.
“Hey, what’s going on here? You had better let me go if you know what’s good for you!”, Ignacio said with false bluster. Unfortunately Ignacio was none too bright. He didn't’ realize that if he was going to resist, that time had long passed.
“Don’t we have anything to gag him with like the last one?”
The last one? They had taken other's? In fact, wasn't Ignacio’s fellow player Pierre missing?
Ignacio’s mouth was taped over with duct tape. His feet were also bound together. Now Ignacio could only stare at his captors in silence as they plotted what to do with him. Beads of sweat rolled down Ignacio’s body a she twisted uncomfortably in his bondage.
“Ok, now what do we do?”, one of the men asked his partner.
“Same plan as before. we call this guy’s coach and ask for a huge ransom. This guy is supposed to be his star player.”
Star player?! Well he was a hell of a lot better then that idiot Pierre. He had even been in nasty negotiations to get a better contract. Did the coach really say he was his best player? When Ignacio got out of this he would have some leverage to use in his negotiations.
But in the meantime, Ignacio’s shanghaiers were going to keep their captive tightly hog tied. Now he was even more helpless then he had been before. The shanghaiers then left, confident that Ignacio wouldn’t be able to do more then roll around on the bed and moan into his gag.
Desperately Ignacio struggled against his bonds. His being the star player wouldn’t do him much good if he was bound and gagged on some mattress somewhere.
But Ignacio didn’t have as much time as he had hoped for. Soon the men came back into the room and held a cell phone to Ignacio’s head.
“Hello?, “Ignacio heard his coach’s voice on the other end. ”Don’t worry Igancio. I am sure we will get you out of this. Though this may delay talking about your contract.”
“Mmmmmm!? Mmmmm!”, Ignacio moaned angrily through his gag. That’s bastard!
“Oh and did you see Pierre while you were there? Oh never mind. It’s probably not important.”
The one shanghaier took back the cell phone and listened intently, his face becoming a mask of rage as he listened whatever Ignacio’s coach was saying. Finally he threw the phone against the wall, smashing it.
“We got the wrong Ignacio! This isn’t his star player either!”
“Great. I guess we’ll have to box this one to mail to your friend like the last one.”
“Mmmmmmmmm!”, Ignacio protested. Other Igancio? There was no one else named Ignacio on the team. But gagged, his shanghaiers heard none of this.
Meanwhile the coach hung up his phone and pulled out the files of potential players. At the rate that these fools were taking his problem players, there would be a lot more openings. He might finally get a decent crop of players.
“I wonder if I could get these guys to take David Beckham?”, the coach mused to himself. “I’d be willing to pay his ransom.”
The End
Ignacio played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/23/2007
tags: tape gag, hog tie, shirtless, hairy chest, socks, muscle, athlete