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030314 JO Pic of the week - TAPED
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The full roping
It was a full roping. We were bound to maximize pain. Any movement of our limbs only increased the torture. What's more, we could choke. So we needed to stay totally still. And wait for rescue or death. There was no way out. We were left bound and gagged.
Our wrists had been crossed land lashed together with a strong, coarse rope. Two of them worked our wrists. With each turn around our wrists or between them, they played a tug-of-war. I could not help by yelling and screaming in torment, for it felt as if my hands were being cut off from my arms! When my wrists were bound, they pushed my hands high up my back, almost to my shoulders. My shoulders ached from the stress. They tied my wrists then to my neck, so I was forced to keep them in this stressful position. I broke out in a cold sweat as they took a thick metal pole and forced it under by biceps and across my back. With the same tug-of-war roping the bound each of my upper arms to it, cutting into my triceps and pinching my biceps. Then they circled my chest with ropes, tugging away until my whole upper body was fully roped, covered with sweat, and stressed to the point of torture.Then they had their fun, beating the shit out of me, pounding my face and my gut, causing me to crash on my arms. I would be choking and screaming as they hauled me to my feet and beat me, over and over, until I was a whimpering mass of bruised, bound flesh.
As I lay there, they forced some dirty rags into my mouth. Waves of nausea came over me as they ducted taped my mouth, at first between my teeth, then around and around my head. They pulled off my shoes, my socks, and my jeans. They bent my right leg. Someone was pushing hard on my shins, and I cramped under my thigh. I though I would die as the tied around my ankle, then around my thigh, and finally in-between. When they had my left leg hogtied, they put my legs together and tied my large toes. Tying a long rope between my ankles they tied my feet to my neck. No I knew I could not move, and was totally at their mercy. I was beaten, bound and gagged. My brain could not process the waves of pain coming from my arms and legs. A cold, deep darkness of terror overwhelmed me. I screamed and screamed in the gag until they kicked my head into unconsciousness.
I knew this was it. The poured gasoline over us. It stung the rope burns on my arms, legs and neck. At least it would be over. Dead at 18.. They tied a cloth over my eyes. What the fuck, I thought, I did not want to see my friends and I engulfed in flames.
Then they left us.
Waiting for what? I fought my bonds but it was useless. Desperate now, I thought of choking myself to death. I could only imagine what pain the flames would do to a bound man.
I heard them come back. This was it.
I braced for horrible pain.
But what came was water, from a hose, hosing me down and flushing the gasoline off of me. They pulled the cloth off our eyes. Our four hooded kidnappers looked down at us. I was confused as the pulled off their masks. There they were, laughing. It was our four big brothers from the frat.
"You boys passed your initiation with top grades! Welcome to the fraternity."
We were cut free. Our arms were covered with rope burn but I did not mind. In the end I liked it, and I looked forward to asking my big brother to tie me up again, this time giving me a chance to escape.
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031014 JO Pic of the week" WE GOT YOUR SON
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The Hostages
"What do you think they are going to do to us?"
"Do they kill the hostages?"
"Maybe they will just keep us locked in here."
"Or tie us up. Did you see all that rope out there?"
'Shit, I'd go crazy if they tied me up," David said
"Why did they make us strip to the waist?"
"I don't know."
"If they were going to torture us they would make us strip!"
"Torture?"
"Yeah, torture."
There was a sudden still in the conversation as the six fraternity brothers began to imagine and fear.
The door opened.
"TIE THEM UP!"
Only David spoke, "Shit."
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They secured my arms behind my back, binding my elbows and wrists. I had a sense this was only the beginning of a terrible ordeal that awaited us. Almost at once my forearms and hands were numb. My shoulders were strained from the awkward position of my arms: with my elbows touching a sharp pain when from my collar bone down my spine. I moved my arms a bit, to find any spot that was more "comfortable," They tied all my friends the same way - elbows and wrists. A hood was placed over my head and tied at my neck. I was hauled up on my feet and made to walk bound and blind. I tried to stay calm, but my heart was exploding in my chest. Sweat poured from every pore. I went down several flights of steps, trying to keep my balance. Someone was holding my right upper arms and pushing me forward. We got to a room where there were a lot of factory sounds... a lot of people speaking in a language I did not understand. I was pushed forward again and climbed into the back of a truck. They sat me on a bench. My buddies were right behind me. When the six of us were in, I could hear flaps being closed in the back of the truck. I could smell old canvas. This was some type of military truck I thought. The motor was loud as we began to move. The road bumpy. I kept moving my arms, trying to keep some blood circulating. None of us spoke a word. Two were guarding us. They were eating something. I noticed a hunger pang in my belly. It must have been some 12 hours since we last ate. The hood over my head was tight. It was musty. My sweat was burning my eyes. I wanted to scream to pull the hood off but kept my mouth shut. No reason to antagonize them I figured. After what seemed like hours, we stopped. I was pulled out of the truck. Somebody put some rope around my biceps and began to pull my upper arms a close as they could. Soon my whole torso was tied up with rope digging into my chest and gut, lashing my arms beep into my back. I again was pushed forward. I knew we were in the jungle, the humidity was horrid. Bugs were attracted to the sweat. I tried to jerk around to get the off but they still bit. We finally reached our destination. There were cheers and hoots. I was put on my knees. I thought I was going to be shot but instead my thighs and feet were bound. They tied rope around the hood, forcing the burlap into my mouth, gagging me. Then they made me stand in the sun and sweat. The bugs ate me alive.
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I was so dizzy. I fell hard onto the ground. The guards kicked me in my balls and put me again on my feet. I at once collapsed again. A barrage of kicks to my head and balls knocked me out. When I came to I was hogtied, my wrists bound to my ankles. I could not feel my arms. My legs were cramped. I lay there and listened to the sounds of moaning coming from my friends. Someone came to me and spoke in English: You awake yet boy? I nodded. What was next I wondered. He cut the ropes from the hood and pulled it off of me. Pulling my hair he forced my head to be as close as possible to a camera. The filmed me for a while, taking close ups of rope burn and my tortured arms.
Finally they stopped. The hood was tied back in place. I lay there in the ropes, joining the groans of my friends.
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Then their game began. The wrote a number on each of our shoulders, from one to six. It was time to kill some of the hostages. They threw a dice and came to me. My luck. They cut the hogtie and dragged me some distance, tied a rope around my feet and strung me up to a tree. They put a camera on my and Skyped me hanging upside down. The hood was pulled off. I closed my eyes, expecting to be shot. But they left me hanging by me feet, after gagging me. They wanted me to look into the camera as I died, a slow death of madness.
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We were all stung up now. Blood from the rope cuts and sweat dripped into a small puddle below me. I tried a few times to crunch my self up, to get the blood our of me head, but could not hold it, dropping down and splashing sweat on my friends were strung up next to me. It would take hours, maybe days, to die from starvation or insanity. I could not see much. My face and eyes were puffed up from the bug bites.
It rained that night. The cool rain a blessing. I was able to suck in some water through the cloth gag. My eyes were swollen shut, I could no longer see. Then it come from inside of me, from some deep place in me I did not know I had... I place dark with terror. I screamed and screamed and screamed, my friends joining me - a chorus of terror sounding with the thunder.
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I heard shots, lots of shots. And shouts. Lots of shouts, in English!
There was a war going on right in front of me! I forced my eyes open. Uniforms. US insignia. Navy seals? I a few seconds they had neutralized our abductors. Two of them grabbed my torso and one cut the rope string me up. They put me on the ground and pulled out the gag. "YOU'RE OK. NAVY SEALS!" They started to cut the ropes that bound me for two days. A medic came and shoved an IV into my arm. I was trembling as they put me into a bucket and I was pulled up to a chopper hovering over head. The six of us were now in the chopper as we took off to a hospital in Mexico City. They medic pushed antibiotics into our arms and was putting antiseptic over the rope burn and bug bites. A pain killer was also put into the IV tube. I struggled to speak.... "How did you find us?" The commander smiled and said.... SKYPE, the bastards used SKYPE and it did not take long for us to track it to you. I closed my eyes and smiled..........
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Some months latter we went back to the place where we were left to die. I still had rope scars on my arms and chest. I looked at the strands of blood stained rope that had bound us. I scoped some of it up, kind of like a souvenir.
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David broke the silence.
"You know, I really did like being tied up."
"Hey guys, tie me up!"
David moved his arms behind his back and in a few minutes we were marching him blindfolded and stringing him up!
"Do they kill the hostages?"
"Maybe they will just keep us locked in here."
"Or tie us up. Did you see all that rope out there?"
'Shit, I'd go crazy if they tied me up," David said
"Why did they make us strip to the waist?"
"I don't know."
"If they were going to torture us they would make us strip!"
"Torture?"
"Yeah, torture."
There was a sudden still in the conversation as the six fraternity brothers began to imagine and fear.
The door opened.
"TIE THEM UP!"
Only David spoke, "Shit."
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They secured my arms behind my back, binding my elbows and wrists. I had a sense this was only the beginning of a terrible ordeal that awaited us. Almost at once my forearms and hands were numb. My shoulders were strained from the awkward position of my arms: with my elbows touching a sharp pain when from my collar bone down my spine. I moved my arms a bit, to find any spot that was more "comfortable," They tied all my friends the same way - elbows and wrists. A hood was placed over my head and tied at my neck. I was hauled up on my feet and made to walk bound and blind. I tried to stay calm, but my heart was exploding in my chest. Sweat poured from every pore. I went down several flights of steps, trying to keep my balance. Someone was holding my right upper arms and pushing me forward. We got to a room where there were a lot of factory sounds... a lot of people speaking in a language I did not understand. I was pushed forward again and climbed into the back of a truck. They sat me on a bench. My buddies were right behind me. When the six of us were in, I could hear flaps being closed in the back of the truck. I could smell old canvas. This was some type of military truck I thought. The motor was loud as we began to move. The road bumpy. I kept moving my arms, trying to keep some blood circulating. None of us spoke a word. Two were guarding us. They were eating something. I noticed a hunger pang in my belly. It must have been some 12 hours since we last ate. The hood over my head was tight. It was musty. My sweat was burning my eyes. I wanted to scream to pull the hood off but kept my mouth shut. No reason to antagonize them I figured. After what seemed like hours, we stopped. I was pulled out of the truck. Somebody put some rope around my biceps and began to pull my upper arms a close as they could. Soon my whole torso was tied up with rope digging into my chest and gut, lashing my arms beep into my back. I again was pushed forward. I knew we were in the jungle, the humidity was horrid. Bugs were attracted to the sweat. I tried to jerk around to get the off but they still bit. We finally reached our destination. There were cheers and hoots. I was put on my knees. I thought I was going to be shot but instead my thighs and feet were bound. They tied rope around the hood, forcing the burlap into my mouth, gagging me. Then they made me stand in the sun and sweat. The bugs ate me alive.
I was so dizzy. I fell hard onto the ground. The guards kicked me in my balls and put me again on my feet. I at once collapsed again. A barrage of kicks to my head and balls knocked me out. When I came to I was hogtied, my wrists bound to my ankles. I could not feel my arms. My legs were cramped. I lay there and listened to the sounds of moaning coming from my friends. Someone came to me and spoke in English: You awake yet boy? I nodded. What was next I wondered. He cut the ropes from the hood and pulled it off of me. Pulling my hair he forced my head to be as close as possible to a camera. The filmed me for a while, taking close ups of rope burn and my tortured arms.
Finally they stopped. The hood was tied back in place. I lay there in the ropes, joining the groans of my friends.
Then their game began. The wrote a number on each of our shoulders, from one to six. It was time to kill some of the hostages. They threw a dice and came to me. My luck. They cut the hogtie and dragged me some distance, tied a rope around my feet and strung me up to a tree. They put a camera on my and Skyped me hanging upside down. The hood was pulled off. I closed my eyes, expecting to be shot. But they left me hanging by me feet, after gagging me. They wanted me to look into the camera as I died, a slow death of madness.
We were all stung up now. Blood from the rope cuts and sweat dripped into a small puddle below me. I tried a few times to crunch my self up, to get the blood our of me head, but could not hold it, dropping down and splashing sweat on my friends were strung up next to me. It would take hours, maybe days, to die from starvation or insanity. I could not see much. My face and eyes were puffed up from the bug bites.
It rained that night. The cool rain a blessing. I was able to suck in some water through the cloth gag. My eyes were swollen shut, I could no longer see. Then it come from inside of me, from some deep place in me I did not know I had... I place dark with terror. I screamed and screamed and screamed, my friends joining me - a chorus of terror sounding with the thunder.
I heard shots, lots of shots. And shouts. Lots of shouts, in English!
There was a war going on right in front of me! I forced my eyes open. Uniforms. US insignia. Navy seals? I a few seconds they had neutralized our abductors. Two of them grabbed my torso and one cut the rope string me up. They put me on the ground and pulled out the gag. "YOU'RE OK. NAVY SEALS!" They started to cut the ropes that bound me for two days. A medic came and shoved an IV into my arm. I was trembling as they put me into a bucket and I was pulled up to a chopper hovering over head. The six of us were now in the chopper as we took off to a hospital in Mexico City. They medic pushed antibiotics into our arms and was putting antiseptic over the rope burn and bug bites. A pain killer was also put into the IV tube. I struggled to speak.... "How did you find us?" The commander smiled and said.... SKYPE, the bastards used SKYPE and it did not take long for us to track it to you. I closed my eyes and smiled..........
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Some months latter we went back to the place where we were left to die. I still had rope scars on my arms and chest. I looked at the strands of blood stained rope that had bound us. I scoped some of it up, kind of like a souvenir.
"You know, I really did like being tied up."
"Hey guys, tie me up!"
David moved his arms behind his back and in a few minutes we were marching him blindfolded and stringing him up!
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031714 JO Pic of the Week - HELPLESS
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Grand Theft Auto
They forced us out of the car....
Then they beat and bound us!
Timmy was the first to come to. He blew the dirt out of his nose. It was still bleeding. They had pounded his face into the dirt after the bound his arms and hands. He felt the zip tied around his wrists with his fingers... moist. They were bleeding.
There were five of them on his arms, lashing them together behind his back. It started with his biceps, which were a scant few inches apart, above and below his elbow joints, where were forced together, the middle of his forearms and his wrists. They had been pulled as tight as possible, cutting through his skin and muscle.
Again he shook his head and blew his nose to get out more dirt and blood. The taste of blood was down his throat, but he could not spit it out. They had taken a rubber ball and shoved it between his teeth, and put two zips tied around his head, gagging and choking him.
His balls hurt. Some rope had been put between his wrists and under and between his legs, and tied around his waist. He could not move his arms without crushing his balls.
He forced himself to sit up. He looked down at his legs. Nothing. They were not tied. They left him and his friends to walk the miles from their campsite to civilization, totally unable to free their arms or let go of their gags.
"Bastards," Timmy thought. They left us tortured! The truck was gone. The campsite was destroyed. He struggled to his feet. He want over and gently kicked Doug, hoping to wake him up.
Doug began to come to and looked at Timmy. Timmy turned around and showed Doug his arms. Streams of blood flowed from where the plastic has cut. Doug was on his back, he turned onto his side. The dirt was chrisom colored, caked with dried blood.
Doug hobbled to his feet.
When they got to a stream, they were able to suck some water into their mouths even though they were ball gagged. They rested their bound arms and wrists in the cool water, the brought welcome relief. It was getting dark.
The temperature began to drop. Fog was rolling in. They huddled together for warmth as it went pitch black as they listened to their stomach's growl from hunger and gagged moans as they searched from some comfort but found now. Their little sleep was punctuated by the sounds of animals that put a chill up their spines.
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They just finished the second night and now were into the third day. Hope was fading fast. They were hungry and thirsty and weak. Their arms now oozed pus for there were very infected. Jake was in the front, the others behind. He knew they had been walking in circles. He was daydreaming as he walked. "If I just could free my arms for a minute to get this ball out of my mouth!" he thought. His mouth was so dry. His arms were so sore. Jake prided himself in his strength. To be helpless for 48 hours was driving him crazy. He had tried to brake the plastic ties, only deepening the wounds and forcing dirt deep into the cuts. Jake was dizzy. He was weak on his feet. He did not see the branch. He tripped, tried to keep his balance, but fell backwards. His arms smashed onto a rock. The sound of the brake pierced the woods. Jake was screaming in the gag. He friends stood around him, watching his writhe in pain. They was nothing they could do to help him, bound as they were.
They had leaned to speak with nods and gestures. It was decided that Billy would try to get help, while Timmy and Doug would stay with Jake.
Billy set off.
Billy's hobby was astrology, so he used the sun as a compass watching it transverse its zenith. He could also tell the time. "It's about 4, he figured. Only three hours of daylight left." Billy did not know if he could survive the night. He was sweating profusely, probably running a fever from his infected wounds. But he forced himself to go on, hoping and praying for a brake.
It was getting dark now. Billy smelt a fire. He instantly moved to it.
It was a fire surrounded by a troop of boy scouts. Billy staggered into the camp. Of the boys screamed in terror as the bound man fell to his knees. The leaders ran over to him and began to cut his bonds. Billy screamed as the plastic ripped skin and hairs from his limbs. He pleaded for water when the gag was removed and explained who he was and what happened. The scoutmaster called for help while the older boys gave Billy both first aid and some nutrition bars.
In a few hours they heard quads coming through the woods. Billy explained as bet as he could the coordinates here his friends were, judging the distance of 2 or 3 miles.
The searches went off as Billy sat in one of the quads that drove him for medical help.
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Jake was cold. His friends huddled to keep him warm, but his body was shutting down. Shock, fever, infection, starvation, dehydration were all taking its toll, sapping his strength. He was glassy eyes, staring at nothing. He never heard the rescuers. He had gone into deep shock. One of the medics, realizing how serious it was, plunged an IV into his not freed arms. Into it he shot some drugs. Billy came around. He had already been bandaged and splinted. He looked down at his arms, in disbelief that they were not still confined behind his back. He sat in the quad. He saw his friends also in quads, bandaged as he was.
They quads took off get them the emergency help they needed: Billy happy to be alive and bound now more than ever to his three friends.
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032414 JO Pic of the week: Hostages!
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033114 JO Pic of the week: "Taken"
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"I should have never let you tie my wirsts!"
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040714 JO Pic of the week: GET SOME ROPE ON HIM!
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041414 JO Pic of the week" PLESE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!
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The Coach and his boys
"These fucking ropes are too tight!"
"Any luck coach?"
"No."
"My wrists are burning and my arms are numb."
"My wrists are chaffed and my arms are ropeburned."
"Are we kidnapped?"
"I think so."
"Listen boys, don't fight to much now, stay calm and conserve your strength."
"Yeah, there is no way out of this shit, so what the fuck are we fighting it for."
"Shit, I can't take being tied up like this."
"Keep control boys, keep control, don't freak out."
"There're coming."
"Shit."
"You boys have fucking big mouths. So it's time to gag you."
"Please don't gag us," the coach pleaded.
But it was no use to beg" Coach Lee's hair was pulled back, and, as his four wrestling team members helplessly watched, he was strangled until he opened his mouth, a ball of cloth shoved deep down his through. They could hear him gagging as wide strung tape was put over his mouth and circled many times around his head. The coach's head sunk to his chest, there was nothing he could do for his boys. He watched helplessly as they all were gagged. When they had all of them tightly gagged, they left their victims to sit in their chairs and sweat.
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Mike was think about what happened. It was dark, on a back road, coach was driving when their van was pushed off the road. Mike was sleeping when he was startled to see two guys coming in, holding guns. The five were pulled out from their van and moved into a small mini-bus. Their hands were tired behind their backs. A rag, moist with chloroform, was put over their faces knocking them out.
When Mike awoke he was roped to a chair. His bound wrists were behind the back of the chair and pushed up and tied to the chair top. Around his upper arms a strong rope was turned nearly a dozen times over his tricep muscle, and tightened by frapping between the chair and his bicep. His ankles were roped to the two front chair legs, and his legs were tied together above his knees. Ropes went from around his neck and crossed his chest and abs tightly lashing his body to the back of the chair.
Mike puked on himself from the effects of the chloroform. It took time for him to come to his senses.
He looked at his coach and teammates, bound tightly as he was. Everybody was fighting and squirming to see if they could free themselves, talking and sharing ideas. The kidnappers came in and Mike watched them gag the coach. He did not resist when they gagged him.
"This one is really working the ropes, look his wrists are bleeding!"
A chill ran up Mike's body and he felt his hair stand up. "Bleeding,?" he thought. The 19 year olds
head slumped. "I'm fucking tied up and their is nothing I can do about it!"
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No ropes were going to hold 18 year old Curt. He never stopped squirming and jerking his body in the chair, trying to escape. Bare-chested when he was kidnapped, the cords were cutting up his chest and gut. Curt was grunting and shaking his head, spraying sweat all over. Coach and the others were also working the ropes, but not with the intensity of Curt. He was totally active, never sat still, and to be tied up to a chair and unable to move. Curt made a great heave of his body, using his feet on the floor. As coach and his friends helplessly watch, Curt and the chair slowly fell backwards. It landed heard on his bound wrists and arms. He was screaming in agony, and there was nothing his friends could do. The kidnappers came in and heard the commotion. They saw Curt grimacing in pain. They pulled him back up by his hair.
"Bad boy, so I think you got to be punished." Curt thought they would beat him, but they went to young Justin, tied up next to him.
"Now watch me the shit out of your friend for you attempted escape."
Curt closed his eyes.
He only listened to the thumps beating Justin.
The ripped the gag off of the 17 year old so that the other's could listen to his screams. Justin head was pulled back by his hair and was slapped a few times in his face. Defiant, he looked them in their eyes, "Fuck you bastards, you won't break me."
Brake Justin they did. One punched him in his head, over and over, when the other worked on his gut. Young Justin took it for a long as he could, and then his screams began as his beating continued.
When they finished, the boy was knocked out, cold, eyes puffed, nose bleeding, face bruised. They pulled the tortured boy's hear back and gagged him again. Justin slumped in the chair, his head down and blood pouring down his wife beater.
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Andy's eyes were wide with terror was he watch them beat Justin to a pulp. He was terrified, breathing heavy, his sweat burning his eyes. The sound of Justin's scream made his blood run cold. The fear immobilized the 18 year old. Frozen in the ropes that bound him, he just screamed in his gag. When they finished with Justin, they came to him, slapped his face, and told him to shut up or he would get the same treatment his friends got. Andy's nodded his sweaty face.
"These guys are causing us too much trouble, I think its best just to get rid of them."
They tied a cloth around Andy's eyes. He could hear Coach Lee gag pleading as they were all blindfolded.
All but Justin, who was still knocked out from his beating were screaming and squirming.
A shot was fired.
Coach Lee squirmed so hard that he tipped his chair and broke his right upper arm, but was frantically trying to get the blindfold off. He was trembling --- one of his boys had just been shot and there was nothing he could do about it.
Somebody lifted him back up.
"This is it," he thought, and bit down hard on the gag, waiting for the bullet.
The blindfold was torn off his head. POLICE YOU'RE BEING RESCUED.
Coach looked around. All his boys were safe. One of the kidnappers was died on the floor, the other cuffed and lead away.
"They beat up Justin bad," he said when he gag was taken off.
"Medics are coming," the cop said. "Now let me look at that arm."
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A few weeks after graduation, Coach Lee was blindfolded and bound to a chair in his house. His four boys checked the ropes and started the timer. "OK, Coach, thirty-minutes and your fucking die," Mike said. The coach worked his ropes. "And when I get out of this shit I am going fucking tie you up Mike, tighter than when we were kidnapped." Mike smiled. The five men were enjoying their new challenge game.
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042114 JO Pic of the week: "Where are they taking me?"
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Madness
- why did you tie me up
- where are my friends
- are you going to hurt me
- we didn't know it was private property
- please loosen the ropes
- my wrists are numb
- my arms are burning
- please give me so water
- please le me go
- why are you leaving me
- Oh my God
- Please don't close that door.
- Shit SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!
- STOP SLAPPING ME
- I did not know it was private property
- Why you doing this to me
- We just made a mistake
- I'm sorry
- Come on, let me go
- Are you just going to beat me up
- Don't lock me in the dark again
- I can't take being tied up anymore.
- Oh fuck
- Please don't tie my wrists so tight
- Stop it - YOU'RE BREAKING MY ARMS!
- My ELBOWS CAN'T TOUGH!
- Oh Fuck does this hurt
- How much rope are you going to us
- That's enough. I can't get out of this.
- Why are you making its so tight
- Stop torturing me please
- We didn't do anything to you
- Oh Christ I can't stand this!
- Did you tie my friends up like this to
- Oh don't lock me in here
- HELLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The could hear each other scream.
Their roped arms were pushed against the wall.
The steel door closed on them, squashing them in the small space.
Their heads almost touched the top
Only a small crevice of light cam from under the door
Their arms were tied together behind their backs, ropes circling them from shoulder to wrist.
Their legs were roped from thighs to ankles.
Sweat poured down their faces.
Blood trickled down their arms.
They knew they could not brake down the door.
They knew they could not free themselves from the ropes.
All they could do is scream and scream and scream.....
He could not take the screams any longer.
He opened each cell, one by one.
He looked at their sweaty faces...
The struggled but could not do much as he taped them up.He locked them in again.
And left for the weekend.
Leaving the three young me to descend into MADNESS!
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042714 JO Pic of the week: HELP ME!
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Kidnapped, Bound and Gagged
They lay in the dirt, their wrists cuffed behind their backs.
They had squeezed the handcuffs as tight as they could so that the metal cut into the boys wrists.
Their mouth and ankles were stilled taped.
They were sore from being stuffed into the truck of the car, their bodies pinned together.
The drive was for almost 5 hours, and they stunk from sweat.
Alex's heart was racing in his chest. He and his buddies has just finished their final high school wrestling watch before graduation, and won big! Now the Mexican youth was laying in the dirt and somebody was feeling up his forearms. His hands were big and strong and were secured around each of his lowers arms. Suddenly, he pushed the boy's arms together. Alex gasped for breath and let out a loud groan as his arms were roped, above and below his elbows, and tightened in-between. A stabbing pain went down the young man's spine, from his neck to his butt. When they had bound his arms, the cut the tape from his ankles and roughly ripped it off of his eyes. Ales shook the sweat from his face. His friends has already been bound. They checked his gag. Good and secure. They pulled the youths to their feet.
Alex forced himself to stay calm as a rope was tied around his neck and they tied to the necks of his friends.
He looked down the abandoned dirt road...
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It seemed to go into infinity. Alex felt terror. They were going to be marched bound and gagged and tied together down this road to what? Alex began the trek. He was in front. He friends behind, all bound at the necks. At the rear their abductors, each holding semi-automatic rifles.It was hot. His brow dripped sweat into his eyes. He wondered how far he would have to march. He had no choice but to endure.
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We collapsed from exhaustion when we arrived. Jason looked at the pit. It was recently made in the middle of nowhere.
He had a immediate revulsion to the pit. He realized that he and his friends were going to be put down there! He knees were shaking as his neck was cut from the others. One of the abductors climbed down. Jason was passed down his him. As his buddies watched, the young man was given a full roping: ropes around his chest and gut tightly lashed his arms into his back from shoulders to wrists. He legs were bound and were pushed back until he feet touched his wrists. Now tightly hogtied, they taped up his fingers into a fist. Putting Jason on his side, the dropped down Alex, who were tightly hogtied. Moving Alex face-to-face with Jason, the tied their necks together. Then they passed down the other boys and tied them up.
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Mike looked up as their abductor claimed out of the pit. The took some pictures of the helpless youths. Mike's anger was fused on the rope as he strained to escape. His abductors laughed as the watched the 18 year old sap his strength. Made a good video for the kidnappers. Then hey began to cover the pit. Mike's anger turned to terror: the pit went dark and the temperature began to rise as the sun beat down on it. He heard a car come by, some words, and the car left.
"Fuck fuck fuck" he gagged in panic as he jerked his body feverously, ignoring the steel cuffs cutting to the bone and the stinging ropes scrapping his skin raw. He had to get out. He HAD TO GET OUT. HE WAS BURIED ALIVE!
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Omar had given up as he watched in the dark Mike stop his struggles. He neck was raw as he and Mike squirmed to escape. There was a large thunderstorm overhead. The cover leaked rain onto him. It felt good. He turned his face toward it. He tried to suck some water through the gag but the thick duct tape sealed his mouth. He turned his back to it. The cool water soothed his bleeding wrists and arms. Omar wondered what day it was: it was his 18th birthday and he bound and tortured by ropes and cuffs. Omar was determined. He would not die here on his 18th birthday. He but down hard on the gag and once again worked his bounds.
The thunder had become deafening. But the sound was different to Omar... it was continuous - pulsing. Then he realized it was the sound of a helicopter. Had they been found?
The top was torn off and the youths were flooded with the cool rain. Men dressed in camouflage came down into the pit. They began to cut the youths from their ropes, and with a large cutting tool cut through the middle of their handcuffs. Omar's arms were trembling. Blood squirted from his wrists, still circled with the steel. A cop has some keys and got the cuffs off his off wrists. As they were freeing the others, he stripped off his vest, ripped it, and tied it around his wrists. He looked down.... the puddle of rain next to him was reddish.. mixing with the blood the dripped from his wrists and elbows.
The boys were pulled out and taken by medevac to a hospital.
They learned they were in the pit for three days.
The cops were amazed that these boys had survived.
Omar and his friends just smiled.
After all, they were the state wrestling champs!
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"I am going to enjoy tying you boys up and gagging you."
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| Top left: Ryan Bottom left: Stu Center: Brian |
"Do you see all that rope hanging on the wall?" Ryan said, a tremor of fear in his voice.
"Yeah, been looking at that," Stu replied. "I think we're going to get tied up!"
'Fuck. I'm so sore from the beating. I can't imagine what it would be like now to get tied up,"
Brian answered. "It's going to hurt like hell. Any of you guys ever been tied up?
"No" said Ryan and Stu.
"Maybe they are not going to use that rope on us. Maybe they are going to keep us locked up in here," Stu said, a whispered hope in his voice.
"Somebody's coming. They're opening the lock."
"This is it."
"I'm going to enjoy tying you boys up and gagging you.. My friend has no problem killing all of you if you cause trouble."
"Get on your bellies and put your arms behind your backs!"
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They were gasping for air, convulsing their roped bodies for breath. Their shoulders were wrenched from their sockets. Involuntary sounds of stress and pain came from their gagged mouths. Spasms of pain flowed from their legs.
He looked down at them, his body soaked with sweat from his binding workout.
"Yeah. That should hold you boys from some time. Now, if I hear a sound or find you working those ropes, I will torture the shit out of you."
They left, closed the door and locked it.
The boys were left, screaming in their gags like maniacs, nobody except themselves hear their frantic
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"My arms had been ripped from my shoulders. My wrists and elbows has been bound together behind my back. He weaved ropes around my upper arms, and he put something between the ropes and began to turn it. At first the ropes got tighter and cut through my skin down to my muscle. Then my upper arms began to move together behind my back. I was screaming, pleading, begging for him to stop. I felt a tear in my shoulders when they dislocated. My biceps were now touching and tied behind me. I went in and out of consciousness as he grabbed my hair and put me on my knees and worked my upper body with rope. Finally he pushed me down and got to work on my legs.
But I lay there on my guy, my arms straight and bound together from my biceps to wrists, lashed into my back, my bent legs tied and hogtied to my neck.
I could not move.
I was a lump of rope tortured flesh.
I didn't resist the gag. I had nothing left to resist with. He shoved the rag down my mouth. I was already close to choking --now the gagging reflex took over. I could not control it and puked out the rag. He just shoved it back into my mouth. He tied rope between my teeth and around my head until my mouth bled.
Now gagged and roped, he bent down and moved my matted hair from over my eyes. I looked at his evil grin as he tied rope around my eyes and head, cutting off my sight.
"Yeah. That should hold you boys from some time. Now, if I hear a sound or find you working those ropes, I will torture the shit out of you."
They left, closed the door and locked it.
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I come back to this place a lot. We almost died a year ago. I'm just now back to normal. It was a lot of physical therapy and work. Yeah, they got the money. The photos of us tortured motivated our parents to pay quickly. The bastards were never caught.
Surfing the web one day I came a site. Pictures of guys tied up. I popped a woodie. Something deep inside of me wanted to be roped again, torture by the ropes. Now I was waiting for him....
"Are you the guy that's going to tie me up?" I asked
"Yeah."
"OK, I want the full treatment"
Soon I was bound.
I arranged for him to check on me in 48 hours. When he came I was long gone!
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