Broken brothers

Ryan and his brothers hung from their wrists.  The sweat trickled down his body from his armpits and pectorals.  He shook his head to get the sweat out of his eyes.
His hair was matted.  The gag, made from old shop rags, nauseated him.  He looked up at his bound wrists...  His forearms were sweaty.  A trickle of blood flowed down.  The hemp rope was cutting into his skin.

His biceps had been tied to his neck.  There was no way be could bend his arms up and pull out the gag and try to bite the knot with his teeth.  His ankles had been crossed and tied together while his legs were bent back and his ankles tied to his thighs.  He looked at his brothers, hanging and bound like him, on both sides of him.  Terror and fear in the faces, as they shivered in the cold shed.

Jesse was also sweating like a pig.  He had been struggling uselessly trying to free himself.  He only caused deep rope burn on his biceps, wrists and neck.  
His long hair dropped over his eyes, dripping sweat onto his chest.  Cold rain dripped onto his bare chest and back from holes in the roof.  Jesse realized this was torture.... kidnapped and strung up.
He made a muffled scream of frustration in the gag.  His brothers joined him in a cry of agony.

Jake, the oldest, had put up one hell of a fight, and was beaten badly by the kidnappers.  They had tied his arms behind his back and they broke his ribs.  Now he was also strung up, but by ropes around his power biceps, behind his back.  His ankles had been tied up to his wrists, and he hung, hogtied.  Waves of pain went from his dislocated shoulders down his spine.  His arms turned a blueish color as the blood stopped circulating.  His forearm veins were popping through his skin.  A sense of insanity went through him, as his cries of agony were joined with tears running down his face.  Jake realized he had been broken, and shivered as he listened to his brothers brake down like him.