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Mel had had it up to HERE with his cocky loudmouth of a nephew. His sister's son Max was constantly running his mouth, making snappy comments about subjects he knew very little about. For instance, Mel was a former Marine who had been telling Max about the week he spent in a mock POW camp as training. As he was telling Max about the very real interrogation he was put through as part of the program, Max began to roll his eyes.

"Wait, so you weren't even handcuffed? They just tied ya to a pole with rope? And you couldn't get out?" he smirked.

"Nope. Marines are almost as good as sailors and Boy Scouts when it comes to tying knots. Not only was I tied hand and foot, but they also had tape over my mouth and eyes, AND had me in the stress position as punishment for only giving them my name and rank."

"And?" Max asked dismissively. Not that he knew what a "stress position was", the cocky fuck.

"Well, your arms hurt like hell, then they go numb and you worry that you're never going to get feeling back. Plus, you're kneeling on concrete. You're ready to start singing like a bird after awhile."

"Aw, admit it Uncle Mel. For a Marine, you were a big pussy," Max chortled.

Mel kept his calm. He had gotten an idea on how to school this dickhead.

"Care to make a wager?" Mel asked brightly.

Twenty minutes later, his nephew Max had his wrists tied behind him and then tethered to a water pipe near the ceiling of Mel's basement.

Mel watched Max briefly work his wrists behind him, almost squirming as he tested his hands.

"Ah, this ain't shit. I'll be outta this in a couple of minutes."

Mel didn't respond. He merely crouched down and began tying Max's ankles together.

"Hey! You didn't say anything about my feet!"

"We gotta replicate the tie-up I was in exactly, right? You don't want to puss out, do you?" Mel asked earnestly but smiling inside.

Max grimaced.

"Yeah, yeah ok. But this is gonna make it hard to balance. And if I fall, my arms will get yanked," he protested. Mel could almost feel the roll of duct tape over on top of the washing machine calling his name.

"Exactly," he answered and grabbed said role.

Max, sorta hopping to stay upright, went wide-eyed.

"Wait! What's the tape for?" he demanded

"Ah, dumbass, you obviously were too busy texting instead of listening to my story. They taped my mouth AND my eyes. Sorry, it's got to be the same for you." Mel said mock sadly as he ripped off a piece of tape.

"Ok, maybe this wasn't such a-MMMPPHHHHH!!!"

Mel took great relish in sealing his shithead nephew's big mouth shut with a wide swatch of tape. He delighted in the indignant "mmmppphhs" that sounded from the cocky boy. Max was obviously pissed and maybe a little frightened, as he tested the ropes and tried to remove his tape gag by rubbing his face on his shoulder. No luck.

Things got even more amusing for Mel when he smoothed another piece of tape over Max's eyes. Max's response? "MMMPGGHRRHR!!!" Obviously being rendered totally helpless didn't agree with the little prick.

"Well, just one more thing. We gotta get you in the stress position."

Max mmmpphed in protest, and bounced in his ropes. The tape finally shutting him up and blinding him made Mel so happy. He realized he liked his nephew a lot more when he was helpless. Mel lifted Max's body (despite Max's gagged protests) and set him down on his knees. He then leaned him forward so the rope tethering Max's wrists to the ceiling was fully supporting his weight. On Max's part, he discovered he was in a position in which he couldn't quite managed to get back upright. All he could do was kneels there, swaying on the rope like a balloon on a string.

"MmmmmookkkmmmrrgghrhrhrMmmmmmmmmiivvee!"

"What's that? You give?"

Max's taped up face nodded frantically. The stress position was already hurting his poor bare knees, and his arms were aching.

"Nah, I think you need the full experience. Besides, you don't want to owe me $25, right? I think I'll just upstairs for a couple of hours until you really know what it's like to be a Marine. Tat ta!"

Max writhed and groaned in protest. Tied up, gagged, and blindfolded – he was a helpless prisoner in a painful position. Mel heard his last tapegagged squeal as he shut the basement door.

Mel was watching TV when Max's mom came home.

"Hey. Where's Max? Did you guys go for lunch?"

"Nah, he's working on something in the basement and said not to disturb him. Something about how he's stressed out and needed some alone time."

His sister nodded and went about her business, missing Mel's fiendish grin. He wasn't letting Max out until the little bastard had shed a few tears.

The End

Max played by Matthew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/17/2012