I hope you boys are enjoying the rope!
I hope its not too tight!
Numb yet?
How's your necks?
Enjoying this?
Like when you beat the crap out of me and tied me up...
And left me....
Should be fun watching you boys....
Constricted.....
Does it hurt?
Gags to tight?
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I looked up at the roof.
I could see my arms.
Still dripping....
...My arms and neck....
Rawhided
My wrists and biceps --- tourniqutetd.
My arms high up the post, on both sides. Rawhide circled my wrist on each side and lashed it to the post. The same with my biceps. The sleeves of my shirt, pulled down, so the rope was on my bare skin. A rusty steel rod, between the ropes binding my two wrists and arms, was twisted... turned...
tortured... that was it! I realized I was being tortured! He had turned the rod until the rawhide cut deep in my veins and muscle..... Again I screamed in the gag. He was behind me. He stroked and tickled my forearm hairs... "Man you're arms are blue boy... you should your veins popping through your skin! He put more wet rawhide around the post, this time deep into the center of my forearms. He came in front of me....checked the rope around my neck, pushed aside my short baring my chest. He ran his fingers through the hair. It tickled somewhat. Then he began to circle my torso with the wet rawhide, pulling it tight. The rope dug into my pecs and gut.
"Now your legs boy!"
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He removed my boots, socks and pants. "Brace yourself boy!" he said, a smile of glee on his face, my face contorted with terror and sweat and he rope my left ankle, and then my right. Standing behind the post, he jerked back my feet! I was now off the ground!!!! ...handing by my bound arms and torso. He crossed the roped behind the post and tied the end of one to the opposite ankle. My ankles were crossed and bound behind the post! My thighs screamed in pain, but that did not stop him from getting the wet rawhide around each one, pulling them as close as he could together.... then circling them with the rawhide.
He slapped my face hard.
"You liking this boy?"
My heart was exploding in my chest!
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I had heard that rawhide expands when wet and contracts when dry.
He had lit a fire in the old stove.
The barn heated up and the rope was drying.
I felt it constricting...
Even though my arms and wrists were numb, I could still feel it tightening...
I turned my head to the side wondering how long it would be before I choked. I glanced up. Blood flowed down my arms! I glanced down. Blood now dripped on my thighs, chest and gut. I was being cut to pieces.
I went crazy. I shook my head and got the gag out. My screams filled the barn. Here I was, hung up like a shot deer, being sliced to shit. The others were screaming too!!!
How much longer......
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I heard the screams. They were coming from the old barn. I looked inside and saw Bobby James, a knife in his hand, and the three Berazarte brothers roped up like sides of beef. He will playing on these boys bare chests with the knife. I broke through the window and put the gun right into Bobby's gut. "Cut these boys down... Quick." Bobby cut them down. The three brothers collapsed. I took some of the bloody cords and quickly bound Bobby..
hognecking him....
and gagging him with the gags used to bind his victims.
The brother's were a mess.
Their bodies were covered with deep rope welts, oozing with blood.
I called for help.
Got some water and helped them wash their wounds.
They could hardly speak, the rawhide had constricted so tight on their necks it rawed their vocal cords.
Help arrived.
and now....
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I was just taken into the old barn.
Ready to dressed with some rawhide Justin?
I put my hands behind my back.
OK Boys, lets get it on!
I was soon roped up with rawhide.
"I was going to fucking like this!"
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