Comrades in Bondage by JMZ
26 photos; 3:32 video
Cont'd from "An Officer and a Hostage"
If Mr. Bradford wants a thousand page essay, that’s what he’ll get. My father pays this man’s salary, so I’m pretty safe in the fact that he’ll keep quiet about this whole ordeal. Besides with tape over his mouth he doesn’t have much of a choice. The tape is a nice change of pace; I wish he would sport a strip over his mouth in class. On the other hand if my dad’s threat of financially cutting me off if I got into more trouble is real I’m pretty screwed. Oh well I’m doing the assignment that was assigned. It will be titled “Escapology, the Art of the Escape”. Mr. Bradford will sure to give me an A on it, after all he is my research subject.
I’ll start it off by writing about the challenge. I tied double knots around the subjects wrists, his fists clenched as I wrapped the rope around several times. I did the same with his knees and ankles. In order to keep him from using his teeth to gnaw at the knots it was necessary to tape his mouth shut. Now it was time to watch and see if the subject would be able to break free. “MMMPPPHHH”, he grunted. “Now Mr. Bradford there is no need for foul language, you wanted a thousand word essay, and your going to get one. Do you have a pen and paper so I can take notes?” “ MMMPPPHHH.” “That’s okay Mr. Bradford I’ll get it myself no need to get up.” I’ll continue on with how the subject looked angry after minutes of struggling. His face reddened, and his glare towards me was menacing.
It sounds like somebody is at the door. I’d better hide. “Chet, what the hell is going on”, he yelled. It was Mr. Harris. Why did he have a key to Branford’s place? “MMMPPPHHH.” I’d better think of something quick before he rips the tape off his mouth. “Hello Mr. Harris.” “Tim Mcnarma, did you do this?” “Yes sir I did, Mr. Bradford wanted me to write a thousand word essay, and I decided to do it on escapology.” “He offered to help me out and be my test subject.” “Well that was nice of you Chet.” “MMMPPPHHH”, Mr. Bradford screamed. Luckily for me Mr. Harris was not too bright; he had been demoted from teaching history to being the gym coach. “Well Tim can I help in any way?” “Sure Mr. Harris, can I tie you up and see if you can escape?”
“Okay, anything to help with the educational process.” What an idiot. I tied Mr. Harris’ writs together. I knotted the rope tightly. I began on his ankles and sat him back to back with Mr. Bradford. He seemed all too happy to oblige. In the meantime Mr. Bradford struggled and grunted, trying to warn Mr. Harris. “Now Chet quit struggling, wait for me to get tied up. We’ll see who gets free first.” “MMMPPMMHHPPP, MMMPPPHHH.” Poor Mr. Bradford I almost felt sorry for him. This dumb ass teacher could have saved him. I ripped a strip of silver tape from the roll and pressed it against Mr. Harris’ lips. He smiled under the tape as I pressed down on his mouth. The struggle began.
They rolled and tugged at their binds. Mr. Bradford hell bent on breaking free to get at me, and Mr. Harris struggling in the name of education. As they struggled I wondered through the apartment. There signs everywhere of Mr. Harris. That was it! I had always heard the rumors but never believed them. They were lovers. I walked back into the room that held my captive teachers. I carried with me a framed picture of the two of them at some street fair. As I revealed what was in my hand both of their facial expressions changed to one of utter surprise. “Well Mr. Harris I must tell you, I am not doing this for an assignment.” “I did this cause I was pissed about the assignment.” “You fell right into my trap.”
“MMMPPPHHHPPPHHHPPPHHPPPHHHPMM”, he screamed through his taped mouth. I had leverage.”Well guys its time for me to go, and I’m as suming you both will keep this quiet, considering what I could tell the school administration.” A look of defeat fell over their faces. “I’ll take this picture with me for safe keeping, Mr. Bradford I hope you like the essay I turn in.” The next day I went to class and found Mr. Bradford writing at the board. He gave me a look of disgust as I took my seat. The duct tape had left a red mark around his mouth that he kept rubbing. I aced the assignment.
The End
Bradford played by Kent
Harris played by Aaron
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/13/2007