The Bronson Brothers

He looked down at the Bronson brothers in the back of the pickup.  He had just finished tying them up and gagging them.  Their exposed chests glistening with sweat from the hot sun beating down on them.  Revenge will be long and painful.
He just smiled as he bent down.  He took the butt of his gun and traced it on their bellies.  "We're going to torture you boys!"  Helpless with their wrists bound behind their backs and their ankles tied, the brothers just lay there...  terrified.

They dumped them face down on the dirt floor.  Rolling up their sleeved to their shoulders, the roped around their upper arms and yanked them as close as they could.  Their breath left their bodies as their diaphragms expanded.  The rope was rough and cut into their biceps.  Roping their forearms together they turned them around and tied up their thighs.  Pulling their hair they put them in a sitting position, and circled their chests and abs with rope, pushing the sides of their shirt so their flesh was fully exposed to the coarse ropes.  Roping between their tied ankles, they were strung up by their feet and left dangling in the air.

They blindfolded them
The brothers hung, dripping sweat onto the dirt floor.
A video camera was turned on.
They were beaten on their heads, guts and balls.  The thumps and the gagged screams filled the old cabin and the three were beaten simultaneously and left bruised and broken swinging in the air!

After several hours they were cut down.  Their broken bodies crashed to the floor.  They bent their legs backs and tied their ankles to their wrists.

Leaving them, they collected the ransom as the bound brothers desperately tried to free their arms from the ropes.