MARCH! by Kirk
26 photos
Reggie was miserable and uncomfortable in the trunk of the car. Tied hand a foot, tape gagged, he had been made to submit to rope and tape and the indignity of being manhandled. The car which was his prison had been going for hours. It was hot, very hot. Reggie was glad they had stripped off his shirt before roping him…”the sweat would only make it more unbearable,” he thought as he tried to move his body in his prison. “Like a fuckin oven, damped and tied, but why,” he asked as the car moved to its unknown destination. Reggie checked the ropes…. They were tied good and tight. He would have to wait.
His shanghaier in the passenger seat was sending information on his blackberry. “$50K or you will never see him again.” It was their first job… fast cash. Little did they think they could have asked for more - Reggie was filthy rich. They continued over the George Washington Bridge, the sun baking down on the car as they drove across the Hudson River. “When we get to your house, rope him good,” the driver said. “Yeah, that should be fun. Wonder how tough boy back there likes the heat?” They car got into the left lane and proceeded north up the Palisades in New Jersey, heading toward a small Hudson River town in New York.
Reggie was ready to rip the skin from his hands to break free. Finally he realized he better settle down: he was only dehydrating. Any motion in the oven he was tied in only opened each pore of his body as the sweat flowed. He began to daydream.
He felt the slap from his older brother across his face. His eyes widened as his brother took the tip of a switch edge and gently traced it across his face and bare chest. Reggie could feel the sweat pouring down his brow and pecs. He knew his brother was playing with him but he felt the terror. The cold edge had contrasted with his hot body: Reggie was tied up in the basement of their home, next to the oil burner which was humming away making hear and hot water. It was near 95 in the boiler room, and Reggie had been placed against some metal poles before the burner by his brother. Stripped to the waste, his arms were spread outward from his body, and they had been tied to the pole at his biceps, elbows, forearm and wrists. He was sitting, and his brother had roped his legs and, with a rope around his ankles, pulled them forward so he was stretched and racked. Roped circled around his neck and torso, binding him to the railings. He could not move. Reggie had let his brother tie him up – a challenge. Now, as he was blindfolded, Reggie realized he was utterly helpless and dependent on his brother. Reggie flexed in the ropes---- he would be there for a while. He just had to sit there and endure the heat and the sweat. “Just like now…….”
The daydream ended with blinding light and the smell of fresh air. The car had stopped, and the trunk popped. Reggie’s feet were cut and he was put on his feet, wobbly, by his shanghaiers. “Cooperate and you will live – fight us and this is it--- now MARCH!” Reggie began to walk forward, his body coming back to life in the cool air. He was marched down a flight of stairs into a wonderfully cool basement. “Turn around.” Reggie did as ordered and felt the shanghaier roping his arms to his torso. “Now March toward that door and open it.” Reggie obeyed, feeling his muscles strain as he moved his tied wrists as much as possible from behind his back, and turned the doorknob. He walked to a support beam and put his back against it as ordered. Soon, the goons had roped his torso to it. Once restrained, they retied his feet. “See that generator over there----- we are going for the ransom now and that generator will turn on in 4 hours. You know what carbon monoxide does? They gave Reggie a few slaps to his bare belly and left him to begin to sweat and stare at the generator.
Reggie worked on his bounds. Ignoring the pain he flexed as he did at the doorknob and reached the ropes around his chest with his tied hands. Pulling the ropes down and bit he was able to turn around and slip out of them. “Now what, I am stilled all tied up, hand and foot!” Reggie began to hop toward a workbench and looked for anything that could cut the ropes which by now had dug deep into his wrists. Though his fingers were numb, he rummaged but found nothing useful. He squatted and tried to pull his hands under his but and to his front, but there was too much rope. Finally he grinned behind his gag and went ballistic until the knot got free. Reggie was able to untie his wrists, noted the rope marks, removed his gag, and broke free of the house. In their stupidity, his shanghaiers had left Reggie’s cell phone in his pocket. He called for help, and waiting with a looming state police hostage XXXX, he enjoyed watching his shanghaiers get cuffed and stand before him. “Sweating a bit boys,” he asked at the two men, sweat pouring down their face! “I am sure you will sweat a bit more n prison for interstate shanghaing!” The two had their head’s downcast. Reggie smiled as he heard the arresting offers order the two men: “MARCH!”
Reggie Played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/08/2006