Bound broken arms

"Put your arms behind your backs boys.  We're going to tie you up and take you along with the truck as insurance."

The tie down rope made an excellent bond.  Not only did it restrain their crossed wrists, but, tied as tight as they could, it tortured their wrists.


They was put face down in the back of the truck.  Their ankles were bound.  They were hogtied, ankles to wrists.

Utility tape made a perfect blindfold and gag for the three men.

They covered the back of the truck with the black tarp, over the bound men.

The hot sun beat down on the tarp.  They were bound and gagged in a sweat box, bouncing along deserted back roads.

When they finally reached the hideout, they were unconscious and dehydrated.

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They cut Shawn's hogtie and pulled him out of the truck.  They ripped the tape off of his mouth and gave him some water to drink.  He was then taped again. They grabbed him by his arms and brought him into the dilapidated cabin.  They roped his elbows together, causing him to scream in agony in his gag.   Then they strung him up by his elbows to the crossbeams in the roof.  He hung by his arms, shoulders dislocating, body bowed down, sweat dripping from his body onto the wooden floor.

Ryan made gasping sound with each breath.  He felt waved of delirium as he moved in and out of consciousness.  Pounding waves of pain throbbed down his spine and collar bone.  He hung.  He would hear an anguished groan coming from his buddies until he realized it was coming from deep inside of himself. Finally his upper arms broke from the strain.

"After an eternity they decide to take the truck and leave us.  They cut us down but left our arms and ankles bound.  We were able to peel the tape off our our heads, and free our feet, but our arms were bound too tight.  Our lips were cracked and our mouths were dry.  We were parched with thirst... every word was difficult.  But we decided to make a run for it...

...through the deep woods with bound broken arms.