Even if it had been kept secret for years....
Hamlin HS...
The rite of passage....
From boy to man....
Eighteen.....
And for the state champion Hamlin HS Baseball Team.....
It's 10 senior members.....
A night of hell.....
Courtesy of the alumni association.....
"All right boys, put your arms behind your backs, it's time for a little roping action!"
The team mates complied. No fear could be shown. This was the night of passage. Endurance and strength.
"We were all tied up!"
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Phase one......... the gagging
I took the duct tape, and out to around my mouth, first between my teeth, and circled it around my head 6 times.....
I couldn't believe I just gagged myself!
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Phase two --- the lucky draw.... bound wrists...
I got to tie my friend hands behind their backs!
I was going to like this. I secretly fantasied about these guys tied up. Now I was at least going to bind their wrists...
I think all were a bit surprised how good I was at it.
I crossed their wrists, circled the rope around them in one direction, criss-crossed it and circled the other direction, tightened it between their hands, and knotted it behind so their fingers could not get to the knot. It was exciting to hear the sounds of grunts. I could tell some hated being tied, but a few--- possibilities for the future.
When I had all their hands secured, my wrists were pulled behind my backs and bound. I tied up some guys when I was a kid, but never been tied before. I was a hard as a rock!
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Phase 3 -- the blinding..
We all were kneeling. I did not mind being tied up. It was exciting. The adrenalin was pumping. My hat was pulled off my head and my eyes ductaped, around my head, on my hair, over my ears, on my nose. My head was covered now with tape, except for my nose for air. My brow beaded with sweat.
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Phase 4 --- Bound hand and foot
I was pushed forward and landed hard, on my gut. My hands instinctively tired to move, to protect my fall, but I realized how tied they were- how tight, now numb. My bare ankles were put together, and crossed, and roped in the same way as my wrists. I lay there, bound hand and foot as the others were roped up.
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Phase 5 - hogtied and transported
Two of them were on me. One bent my legs back until my ankles almost touched my wrists. My thighs cramped. For the first time I hurt. A length of rope between my crossed wrists and ankled was tightly tied -- I was in a tight hogtie! I play a game with my older brother, tie up games to escape. But this is very tight. I knew there was no way out. All of a sudden I gasped! I was lifted up and carried! My heart was pounding in my chest.
I was dumped into the back of a pickup.
A tarp was put over the back of the truck, covering us.
The sun beat on it.
Hogtied in a fucking sweat box! My shirt was soaked!
We bumped along.
I tried to think of the directions, but got confused.
I soon lost track of time.
I turned on my side.
I could smell the breath of one of my buddies bound next to me.
Freaking hell, I thought. But what was next.
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Phase 6 Arrival...
We arrived!
The air was welcome.
My hogtie and ankles were cut free.
The pulled off my pants and ripped off my shirt.
Standing in my shorts, head taped, bound wrists, I was prodded to walk forward blind.
I tripped on a wooden step.
Felt splinters under my feet....
"Give them the full roping!"
I was pushed forward.
And totally roped up.
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Phase 7 - The full roping.....
I like being bound, so I just lay still and let them tie me up.
I had a sense whoever was binding me especially enjoyed it. It would be muscle against rope!
A boot in my ass for leverage, ropes looped around my elbows, yanked, and my lower arms touched and were tied, elbow to wrists. A rope from between my elbows was circled around my torso, and the same from my wrists. My arms were not dug deep into my spine.
I felt something hard been pushed between my upper arms and back. The friction burned my upper arms! I screamed at the surprise. I heard laughter. It was my fucking older brother tying me up and he was enjoying it. My upper arms were roped around my triceps, squeezing my biceps into this bar, criss crossed, and them tightened between the bar and my skin. Lifted up by the protruding ends of the bar, I was put onto my back. My weight tortured my arms. He went to work on my legs, lashing them together around my thighs, knees and ankles. Lifting me up, he circled my whole upper torso with the rope, deep into my chest and gut. Finally I was pushed forward, and he hogtied my ankles to my elbows.
I felt like a rope mummy.
I could not move my limbs.
I broke out into a cold sweat from every pore on my body.
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Phase 8 - Strung up....
They strung us up!
I realized that the pole was a concrete reinforcement rod. They tied rope from the rafters...
...around the protruding ends of the rope to a single pulley. Pulled up, I hung, hogtied. The ropes tightened on my biceps... The sweat dripped from my brow. I was totally helpless. A pit of fear knocked my gut. I screamed in my gag as I heard the rusty pulley hoisting up all of my buddies, until the ten of of hogtied men were swaying in the air!
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Phase 9 -- Hazing
I was going insane! Somebody was tickling the soles of my feet and my belly. The sensation was maddening. And there was noting I could do about it! This was worse than the ropes. I heard muffled screams, giggles, and somebody trying to scream STOP PLEASE. But it did not stop. I focused on the ropes and flexed to feel the pain. I guess it helped or my feet went numb. The stopped, and I was panting for breath.
Then I heard the pop...
And felt the sting...
And smelt the paint..
Targets.
We were paint ball targets.
The alumni was playing paintball with us at the targets.
I could feel the sting...
On the backs of my arms and legs...
On my chest and guts....
In my balls....
On my shoulders and face...
All of us were screaming in our gags now.
Begging for it to stop.
It did.
I hung, totally defeated.
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Phase 10 - A long night of hell
The left us hanging hogtied for the night.
No way of escape.
Pissing in our shorts...
The paint drying with our caking sweat.
Listening to my moans and the groans of my buddies.
The night of endurance.
The long hell night!
FUCK! I like being tied up like this, I said to myself.
It won;t be the last time for sure!
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Epilogue...
I was still marked with ropeburn, but I would have my revenge,
I drugged his beer.
And tied my older brother up!
I had a few games in mind for the evening...
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