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Knottingham's resident office sexist, Graham, thought he'd agreed to an afternoon of female attention. Instead, he's naked, bound and gagged with his colleague socks/ballgag, with bare feet in his lap! Now he's the high street's laughing stock, all for women's charity!

So with the new law coming into place on Friday. Am I having to delete my account? Haha 👀 seriously though?

Mason thought he could cheat on Phil's precious daughter and get away with it. BIG mistake! Now he's tied, gagged and thoroughly humiliated by her dad, while he enjoys a beer and lectures him on what it means to be a REAL man!

Happy Halloween 🎃

Desperate for romance, Carl and Roy visit Knottingham's infamous Hexmaster for a love spell. Unfortunately, Carl once cheated on his sister, while Roy denied his mother a business loan! Tonight, the Hexmaster intends to settle BOTH scores!

Welcome to Knottingham's Annual Veteran Scout Games! All participants are adult men aged out of Scouts, in their late 20s and beyond, returning for a nostalgic weekend of competition, capture-the-Scoutmaster, ridiculous restraints and cheeky payback!

Graham saved the best for last! Mischievous Toby is suspended in a bamboo hogtie contraption, barefoot and helpless as Graham tickles his toes! A lesson in humility? Perhaps... but judging by Toby's reaction, he might be enjoying this far too much!

Mr Cool finally cracks! Noah's usual nonchalance disappears when Graham ties him to a chair, locks his ankles under one arm and attacks his bare toes with his own toothbrush! Even that sock gag can't hide the laughter!

Josh's navigation skills have earned him a new job... HUMAN SUNDIAL! Bound to a post, barefoot and helpless, he's learning to surrender control! Graham's threatening to tickle those exposed toes to help pass the time!

Payback time! Graham's teaching clever Elliot a lesson! Arms bound, bare feet tied and even his big toes secured! Remember that brilliant sock-gag idea, Elliot? Well, Graham thinks it's only fair you experience your own invention!

Both Scoutmasters captured! Peter and Malcolm lie hogtied, barefoot and gagged with each other's socks while their teams argue over who won! Neither wants to be seen like this, especially with District Scoutmaster Graham due any minute!

Blue Team have caught their man! Toby's having the time of his life marching poor Peter back to camp, bound, gagged and thoroughly humiliated! Meanwhile, Noah couldn't look less interested. Just another day in Knottingham!

Red Team takes the lead! Elliot navigates while a smug Josh marches the captured Blue Scoutmaster through the woods, barefoot, bound and gagged with his own socks! Poor Malcolm's dignity didn't survive the journey!

Some guys crushed on Aladdin. Some on Hercules. Me? The mature, snooty butler. Then Edgar’s shoes came off, the socks peeled away... I saw bare feet in stirrup trousers. I was hooked. Thanks for the foot fetish, Disney. Suddenly my artistic preferences make sense. 😂

A minor disagreement on the roads of Knottingham escalated quickly… One angry driver, one VERY apologetic cyclist, some questionable “professional cycling gear,” a conveniently stocked Jeep and an increasingly hands-on lesson in road etiquette. Should’ve taken the cycle path.

Tied, barefoot and slung effortlessly over the driver’s shoulder, our cyclist suffers one final indignity: a bare-bottom spanking for his road manners. Apparently naughty boys get spanked and according to this driver, Lycra-clad road hogs aren’t exempt.

Luckily, there’s rope in the Jeep. One thoroughly bundled, barefoot cyclist later, the driver declares his road-safety campaign a success: he can’t hog the road if he can’t get back on his bike. Knottingham justice strikes again.

Those sweaty toe shoes find a new job when the driver decides he’s heard enough protesting. The cyclist quickly discovers that footwear worn sockless for hours tastes every bit as awful as you’d imagine. So much for professional cycling gear.

Pinned down and stripped of his Vibram toe shoes, the cyclist’s bare feet and stirrups are revealed. The driver thinks they’re ridiculous. The cyclist desperately insists they’re PROFESSIONAL GEAR. Somehow, that defence only makes things worse.

Apparently the apology wasn’t enough. Out comes the driver, up goes the cyclist, effortlessly lifted by his collar while receiving a very personal lecture about road rules and just how easily a Lycra-clad “gimp” can be folded up.