The Binding of the Ramos Boys - Part 1

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From top left - Miguel, Pedro, Santiago and Ramon Ramos
The four sons of Fernando Ramos

The Ramos Ranch House - New Mexico, USA




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THE BINDING OF THE RAMOS BOYS

It was 2:00 AM I think when two hands were on my throat.  I was in bed.  It was fast.  I'm Pedro Ramos, the youngest, 17.  This is the story of out abduction - of being dragged out of bed, tied up, gagged, pepper sprayed, hogtied and taken.... and the binding of our bodies with quarter inch coarse hemp ropes.

I had no choice but to let me wrists be tied.  I rolled onto my belly on the bed.  One straddled my legs, sat on my knees and, pulling my arms behind my back crossed my wrists and began to rope them.  My older brothers have been tying me up since I was a kid, a game we play... but this was torture.  He yanked and pulled the rope so that it cut my skin, around my wrists, he knotted it.  He talk more rope and tied it between my wrists, tightening the first binding even more and knotted that.  My wrists and hands were already burning!  "I hope you like being roped boy!"  I was about to answer when a rag was shoved into my mouth. Duct tape were applied around my mouth and head... a tight sticky type, different than the usual tape...





...reinforced with some metal.  I know I would never be able to get it off.  My ankles were bound twice, like my wrists. 

"Time for a family reunion."

The two of the grabbed me, one on each of my bicep muscle, and dragged me downstairs to the main dining room.  Our parents were away.  There I saw my three older brother bound and gagged like me.

The four of us were kneeling on the floor.

"We don't want you boys to cause us any trouble now..."

He started down the row.  I was last as I watched him pepper spray right into the face my brothers.

Then he came to me.

It was the first time in my life I was totally controlled by fear.

My body convulsed.  I was squirming.  My arms flexing, not under my control, desperately trying to break the bonds on my wrists to free my hands to reach my head.  The grabbed my jerking body.  I was lifted and dumped on top of my brothers.

We were in a large trunk....

The prick sprayed us again, helpless as we were, and slammed the trunk closed.

Me and my brothers are very tight.  Nut never like this.  The Ramos boys, bound hand and foot, gagged and tortured with pepper spray....   stuffed into the trunk of a car, squeezed together as we drove for hours, our moans a choir of agony.