Then he became calm and seemed to almost be in a reverie. He could barely move his body away from the chair, and the noose would ever so -slightly tighten as he struggled. I wound this around his neck, starting at his t-shirt neckline to the chair back, until seven loops reached up above his Adam’s apple, five cinches behind his neck, securing the Magician’s rope. I took a 6” length of Magician’s rope (very soft and flexible, but capable of holding knots like the best of them). He flailed and moaned, and every time it looked like he might be making some headway, I tied more rope around that hand, elbow, foot, ankle, or arm. This was quickly followed by a 2” wide roll of silver duct tape, wrapped multiple times around and under his mouth, leaving him moaning helplessly.“Mmmmppphhmmoootttt!” he screamed.He calmed down and closed his eyes after a brief struggle against the ropes. “What the f-!” That was his last coherent sentence he muttered as I shoved a gin s saturated sock into his pouty mouth. Troy’s eyes fluttered open, his blonde hair falling freely over his forehead into his blue eyes. More rope around all of the other loops, cinching each more tightly, ever so secure. I pulled the dock anchor noose back high and slotted it through a hook in the ceiling woodwork, and tied off the end around hook below. There were beginning signs of his regaining consciousness, so I hurriedly finished the roping. More thick rope wrapped around his chest, over his nipples, which pushed out into his tight blue muscle shirt, exposed in front where Troy’s jean jacket was pulled back.Ī dock anchor ½” florescent green rope was looped over his slumped head. This was then completely cinched, tightening the bindings even further. More thick cotton rope wound around his upper arms behind the chair, drawing his biceps closer and closer, till there wasn’t any slack.

I did the same with his other leg and strung some thin line between his ankles, shins, and thighs, pulling tight and knotting it off. Then at his thigh, attaching his upper leg to the chair, followed by more thin cotton rope around each rope, pulling his high-topped sneakers up about three inches off the floor. Quickly, I secured each leg to separate chair legs, first at his ankles, ten times around with cotton ½” rope. Around and around, then up and over, then sideways and finally a knot well out of the reach of Troy’s helpless prying fingers. Then I took a generous amount of 1/3” cotton line and bound his jean jacketed wrists behind his back.

Ropes were attached to each of his extremities, and his torso were wrapped first at his waist to secure his fit 20-year-old body to the metal back. I positioned his compliant 5’10” body seated on a steel chair with a high back.

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