Drunken Sailor by Ivor Ciccone
25 photos
"This is for your own good", I told Ryan, a young Sailor and a good friend of mine, as I bound his wrists tightly behind him with strong, black tape. We were ship mates, I'm a naval officer and we were on board the same vessel. He's younger than me and I'm higher ranked than him, so I look out for him, watch his back.
This particular night Ryan and I had ignored the curfew, we didn't feel like XXXX, despite the busy day we had in front of us. Instead we decided to get a little drunk and play some poker together, in an unused cabin down in the underbelly of the ship.
After two bottles of whiskey the lad was starting to get past merry and into rowdy. Asking him to keep the volume down did no good, he was past seeing sense and if anyone heared him and uncovered our disobedience it would have been my ass that got the worst disciplining.
So I decided there was only one thing to do.
"If you won't keep it down, boy, I'm gonna have to make you be quiet!"
"Oh, yeah? And how you gonna do that?"
In his loose, drunken state his arms were pretty easy to force together behind him and bind at the wrist.
"Hey, what the fuck....?" Ryan yelled.
"Oh, man, we're gonna be dismissed if you keep this up. Enough noise already!" And with that I took an old white rag and tied it across his mouth.
"MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFFF!", he yelled into the cloth.
"You're still way too loud, bro, when you gonna learn?" I said and to silence him further I wound the duct several times around his head, tightly gagging his mouth. His stifled mumbles were now thankfully almost inaudible.
My tensed back & brow began to relax and I pushed him gently down onto a trunk to sit. Panic over, I thought, he'll just settle down and go to XXXX now, then I'll carry him to his bunk.
But Ryan was still wide awake. He looked at me quite forlornly, sad, pain ridden eyes asking to be freed.
"Just settle down, Ry," I said, "you brought this all on yourself!"
He started to struggle, he didn't like this one bit! He pulled at the tape binding his wrists and then rose to his feet, all the while trying his hardest to yell into the gag.
"This is the last time we disobey a curfew together, bud, you're a liability!" I said in hushed tones and pressed my hand over his gagged mouth. Man, could this kid make some noise!
"Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to handle your liquor?"
I realised I'd have to completely incapacitate him if I wanted peace, so I tightly taped his legs together, across the shins, pulling his lower legs together and above the knees, tightly preventing him from using his legs.
But it seemed like the more he got tied, the angrier he got and he struggled mightily against the bonds. All I could do now was watch over him and hope that he didn't do himself an injury.
I tried to reason with him. I spoke to him in a calm voice hoping to lull him to XXXX, but he was wild, like a trapped animal.
"Boy, if you want free you're gonna have to prove to me that you'll be quiet, so just relax."
My words just seemed to add fuel to the fire and he rolled around the floor like a mad dog.
"It's gonna be a long night", I thought to myself.
I poured another whiskey and dealt myself a hand of patience. Without realising it I had started to hum a tune to myself, it was "What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?" I laughed.
"Precisely", I said!
The End
Ryan played by Phillip
Photography by Caitiff