As we were leaving the room somebody remarked on the length of thin rope on my hip. I took this as a challenge.
So I unfurled the 30ft of 4mil hemp twine. And as we were walking to the elevator I tied his hands behind his back.
We chose to briefly divert from the pizza herd with an understanding that we would meet in the lobby.
I brought him back to my room and stood him in front of the mirror and invited him to attempt escape.
Then I took a shower. I was delighted after my shower to discover him in effectively the same spot that I had left him.
I brought him over to the bed so he would have someplace to fall as I lifted his arms into a strappado torture position. I got semi-erect.
I got out a prisoner transport hood. I cinched the draw string around his neck, simply as a collar to prevent him from removing the hood. The hood lets in almost no light, but does not constrain breathing. The warmth of the prisoner's own breath emphasizes the confinement.
I grabbed him from behind by the arms and led him to the elevator.
The Hyatt lobby is large and I wanted to make sure that we wouldn't miss our friends. So I positioned us in turns at three of the more obvious and heavily trafficked areas of the lobby.
Occasionally I would wander off. While keeping a close eye on him I would leave him vulnerable and exposed. Over the course of 15 minutes I removed his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled the down to reveal his adorable Calvin Klein briefs.
I led him up the stairs to the sofas and negotiated use of an ottoman from a nice man.
I led him to kneel and put his chest against the cushion. I pulled his pants down. When, a few minutes later, he tried to pull them back up I returned to the strappado stress positioning. He quickly agreed not to try to pull up his pants again.
For a brief scene with little equipment and little preparation I thought it turned out well.
