The feel of rope

The Ryan brothers saw the rope they were going to use on them.  They realized it was coarse and rough, and was going to hurt.  Now they knew why they were forced to loose their shirts.  "Come on, that rope will torture us!"  "That the idea boys--- keep you from trying to escape.  Now sit crossed legged, back to back, with your hands over your heads.  We're going to tie you up!"

The rope circled their torsos, a dozen times, pushing deep into their chests, abs and bellies.  They could see the ropes burning their skin, cutting deeper with each breath.
Their arms were pulled back around their brother's bellies.  Their wrists were each tied and pulled, pushing into their brothers guts.  Their overlapping upper arms were bound, around their biceps, around and between, slicing into their muscle.  

With their ankles bound, sitting cross legged,  each thigh and shin was tightly lashed together.  Even though they still were wearing their jeans, the prickly rope tortured their skin.

Their shirts were torn into strips.  Parts were shoved into their mouths and secured with rope between their teeth and around their heads, ripping into their cheeks.  Other parts blindfolded the brothers.


Finally ropes were circled several times around each of their necks, and finally around both, binding their heads together.

They photographed the bound brothers, focusing on the sweet and blood trickling from their rp[e burns.

Then they were left, with the admonition....

"I hope you boys like the feel of the rope!"