DUDES IN TROUBLE

Day Two --- Desperation

2012-01-27T09:39:00.000-08:00

It was day two as far as I could tell of our kidnapping.
It was day two -- bound and gagged.
Immobile.
Desperate.
Hungry-Thirsty
Pissed on ourselves.
Our skin bloody from useless struggles.

There were five of us....

Upper left Vish and Blake
Bottom from left -- Carlos Jordon and Mike

Second semester roommates...

That's vish, me Blake, than Carlos, Jordon an Mike...

Roped to chairs...

Desperate...

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We were kidnapped at gunpoint from our house and knocked out. We awoke all roped up.

A rough rope bound my wrists, arms, legs and torso to the chair.

My hands had been pulled behind, crossed and bound, the knots behind my wrists, far away from my fingers. They had been pulled up and tied to the center of the lower slat of the chair's back. My upper arms were circled with rope, forcing my bicep deep into the wooden side of the chair. They had tightened the cords by circling it between my skin and the wood. My veins exploded in my arms, which were purple. This in itself was torture.

A long rope circled my torso, lashing it to the two back slats of the chair.

My bare legs were roped at my thigh, knee, calve muscle and ankles and tied at my calves to the lower rung of the front of the chair.

I was tightly gagged with tape.

I looked down at my sweat soaked shirt, and then turned to my buddies.

All I could see were bloody upper arms from their struggles.

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I was dizzy from not eating and having no water. I shook my head to gain some sense of the present. I felt the pain in my arms and wrists. Once again I jerked, flexed and rotated my wrists in the cords. They cords held but my wrists and triceps were raw.

I turned to look at Vish...

Vish was a wild man! He was fighting the ropes with every once of strength he had. He would shake his head in frustration, and his sweat will spray all over me. I watched him expand his chest and gut, than release it, trying to stretch the rope. Blood dripped from where the rope bit deep into his pecs. Finally he got still, head drooped down, chin on his chest. Totally defeated. His eyes closed. Vish made a deep groan of desperation - coming deep from his gut.

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The agony added to the desperation. Me and my buddies work out every day. We are into all sports. Now, to be unable to move my arms and legs for over 24 hours was maddening. These was the constant terror deep inside that they would come back and kill us. I imagined all types of tortures being done to us, helplessly screaming as I was mutalited and cut to pieces. My heart would then pump hard in my chest, I would panic and struggle. Then sit back calm and wait.

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I could not take it any longer. Working the ropes had caused the wooden chair to loosen a bit in it joints. I had actually freed my legs from the lower slat. I had one plan, but I knew I would probably break my arms. I grit my teeth into the tape gagging me and kicked hard back. I kept my head forward as the chair fell backwards and It landed on it back. I never felt pain before as this as my two upper arms broke!

I forced myself to stay conscious and avoid the nausea from the shock. The bottom of the chair had broke away. I got onto my belly and crawled to Blake who was next to me. I got onto my knees and got my mouth into Blake's tied wrists. He pulled away the tape. I began to gnaw the the rope on his wrists until I but through. With effort Blake got his arms free by straining this hands behind his back and fumbling with the knots. The rope fell showing deep welts and cuts into Blake's power muscles. My buddy was free. He untied us all. My arms were a mess but they made two splints with the chair parts and the rope.

The assholes had left our cloths in a pile when they had stripped us for the roping.

Blake's cell was there.

We called for help.

And found out that, after our parents paid the ransom, they kidnappers had left without telling where we were, leaving us to die roped and gagged and desperate.

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Vish was deep in thought as we waited.

"OK, I ready, BIND ME."

It was Vish's turn to be tied up.

You see... after our kidnapping we found out that bondage was our thing. It was going to be a great semester!

012312 JO Pic of the week - We got your boy - BOUND!

2012-01-23T05:33:00.000-08:00

(Video of 'sockgagged.' If he is out there, we would love for you to come back!)

Hazing - A long night of hell...

2012-01-20T06:19:00.000-08:00

They all knew the tradition.....
Even if it had been kept secret for years....

Hamlin HS...

The rite of passage....

From boy to man....

Eighteen.....

And for the state champion Hamlin HS Baseball Team.....

It's 10 senior members.....

A night of hell.....

Courtesy of the alumni association.....

"All right boys, put your arms behind your backs, it's time for a little roping action!"

The team mates complied. No fear could be shown. This was the night of passage. Endurance and strength.

"We were all tied up!"

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Phase one......... the gagging

I removed my sneakers and socks. Me and my friends knew they first part we would do to ourselves. We reluctantly put the socks into our mouths..... Sickening. Nauseating.

I took the duct tape, and out to around my mouth, first between my teeth, and circled it around my head 6 times.....

I couldn't believe I just gagged myself!

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Phase two --- the lucky draw.... bound wrists...

I got to tie my friend hands behind their backs!

I was going to like this. I secretly fantasied about these guys tied up. Now I was at least going to bind their wrists...

I think all were a bit surprised how good I was at it.

I crossed their wrists, circled the rope around them in one direction, criss-crossed it and circled the other direction, tightened it between their hands, and knotted it behind so their fingers could not get to the knot. It was exciting to hear the sounds of grunts. I could tell some hated being tied, but a few--- possibilities for the future.

When I had all their hands secured, my wrists were pulled behind my backs and bound. I tied up some guys when I was a kid, but never been tied before. I was a hard as a rock!

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Phase 3 -- the blinding..

We all were kneeling. I did not mind being tied up. It was exciting. The adrenalin was pumping. My hat was pulled off my head and my eyes ductaped, around my head, on my hair, over my ears, on my nose. My head was covered now with tape, except for my nose for air. My brow beaded with sweat.

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Phase 4 --- Bound hand and foot

I was pushed forward and landed hard, on my gut. My hands instinctively tired to move, to protect my fall, but I realized how tied they were- how tight, now numb. My bare ankles were put together, and crossed, and roped in the same way as my wrists. I lay there, bound hand and foot as the others were roped up.

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Phase 5 - hogtied and transported

Two of them were on me. One bent my legs back until my ankles almost touched my wrists. My thighs cramped. For the first time I hurt. A length of rope between my crossed wrists and ankled was tightly tied -- I was in a tight hogtie! I play a game with my older brother, tie up games to escape. But this is very tight. I knew there was no way out. All of a sudden I gasped! I was lifted up and carried! My heart was pounding in my chest.

I was dumped into the back of a pickup.

I was with the others. All tightly hogtied.

A tarp was put over the back of the truck, covering us.

The sun beat on it.

Hogtied in a fucking sweat box! My shirt was soaked!

We bumped along.

I tried to think of the directions, but got confused.

I soon lost track of time.

I turned on my side.

I could smell the breath of one of my buddies bound next to me.

Freaking hell, I thought. But what was next.

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Phase 6 Arrival...

We arrived!

The tarp was removed.
The air was welcome.

My hogtie and ankles were cut free.

The pulled off my pants and ripped off my shirt.

Standing in my shorts, head taped, bound wrists, I was prodded to walk forward blind.

I tripped on a wooden step.

Felt splinters under my feet....

"Give them the full roping!"

I was pushed forward.

And totally roped up.

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Phase 7 - The full roping.....

I like being bound, so I just lay still and let them tie me up.

I had a sense whoever was binding me especially enjoyed it. It would be muscle against rope!

A boot in my ass for leverage, ropes looped around my elbows, yanked, and my lower arms touched and were tied, elbow to wrists. A rope from between my elbows was circled around my torso, and the same from my wrists. My arms were not dug deep into my spine.

I felt something hard been pushed between my upper arms and back. The friction burned my upper arms! I screamed at the surprise. I heard laughter. It was my fucking older brother tying me up and he was enjoying it. My upper arms were roped around my triceps, squeezing my biceps into this bar, criss crossed, and them tightened between the bar and my skin. Lifted up by the protruding ends of the bar, I was put onto my back. My weight tortured my arms. He went to work on my legs, lashing them together around my thighs, knees and ankles. Lifting me up, he circled my whole upper torso with the rope, deep into my chest and gut. Finally I was pushed forward, and he hogtied my ankles to my elbows.

I felt like a rope mummy.

I could not move my limbs.

I broke out into a cold sweat from every pore on my body.

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Phase 8 - Strung up....

They strung us up!

I realized that the pole was a concrete reinforcement rod. They tied rope from the rafters...

...around the protruding ends of the rope to a single pulley. Pulled up, I hung, hogtied. The ropes tightened on my biceps... The sweat dripped from my brow. I was totally helpless. A pit of fear knocked my gut. I screamed in my gag as I heard the rusty pulley hoisting up all of my buddies, until the ten of of hogtied men were swaying in the air!

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Phase 9 -- Hazing

I was going insane! Somebody was tickling the soles of my feet and my belly. The sensation was maddening. And there was noting I could do about it! This was worse than the ropes. I heard muffled screams, giggles, and somebody trying to scream STOP PLEASE. But it did not stop. I focused on the ropes and flexed to feel the pain. I guess it helped or my feet went numb. The stopped, and I was panting for breath.

Then I heard the pop...
And felt the sting...
And smelt the paint..

Targets.

We were paint ball targets.

The alumni was playing paintball with us at the targets.

I could feel the sting...

On the backs of my arms and legs...

On my chest and guts....

In my balls....

On my shoulders and face...

All of us were screaming in our gags now.

Begging for it to stop.

It did.

I hung, totally defeated.

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Phase 10 - A long night of hell

The left us hanging hogtied for the night.

No way of escape.

Pissing in our shorts...

The paint drying with our caking sweat.

Listening to my moans and the groans of my buddies.

The night of endurance.

The long hell night!

FUCK! I like being tied up like this, I said to myself.

It won;t be the last time for sure!

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Epilogue...

I was still marked with ropeburn, but I would have my revenge,

I drugged his beer.

And tied my older brother up!

I had a few games in mind for the evening...

011612 JO Pic of the Week - ROPE HIM!

2012-01-16T05:21:00.000-08:00

Bound Survival

2012-01-12T05:52:00.000-08:00

There we were....
TIGHTLY BOUND AND GAGGED
STRESSED TIGHT....

KIDNAPPED...

IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK...

Abandoned.....

In the middle of NOWHERE....

Roasting alive in the blazing sun....

All tied up!

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Me and my buddies..... seniors.... college wrestlers...... twenty-two years old.... the five of us.... bound helpless.....

stripped to our waists....

on my belly.....

a thick wooden rod, hardwood, across the top of my back....

My upper arms on top of it, pulled tight toward each other, tied with a rough rope....

...diagonally crossed over my triceps and the rod....

and tied between my bicep and the wood...

Slicing through my muscle...

the veins.... popping through my skin.....

My hands, in fist, taped in a ball...

My wrists, cuffed....

Pushed up my back....

Bulging my upper arms deeper into the cords....

The chain of the cuffs in the middle of the rod...

My whole upper body circled, nearly two dozen times with the rope, across my pecs, pushing in deep, securing the rod, my arms and hands, deep into the spine.

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My mouth....

Felt like I would puke...

Stuffed with rags...

...deep down my throat...

choking me and gagging me...

...then taped,,,,

first between my teeth........
then around and around my head....
six or seven times...

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To this day I'll never know why they did not tie up our feet or legs. Maybe they ran out of rope and tape, but it made our survival, though bound, possible.

We kicked the back door of the truck open.......

And wiggled out....

Looking at each other...

No way to work our bonds....

Not the way we were roped, cuffed, poled and taped...

The sun blazed down on our bare chest, arms and backs...

BURNING....

We had to find help or some shelter....

Away from the truck....

For when they got the ransom they would surely kill us....

So we began to hike......

Bound....

With bleeding arms and wrists....

Tortured....

Toward the setting sun...

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The temperature dropped.....

From 110 to below freezing...

Tied up as we were we huddled together, shivering and freezing, desperately needing water and food.

The longest night of my life...

I dreamt I was kidnapper by a serial killer...

I awoke jerking my bound torso and screaming in my gag...

I was not the only one squirming....

The dream...

The fucking nut just chopped of my arms....

I came back to reality....

A deep pit of fear in my gut....

I had no feeling in my arms.....

Nothing moved where my limbs were...

Terror and confusion filled me....

I HAD NO FUCKING ARMS!

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MORNING....

We struggled to our feet....

My mouth was dry.... the sides of my mouth bloody, my upper arms covered with rivulets of dried blood, the tight ropes binding them a crimson red. We looked at one another. If we stayed in the truck death would have been swift. Now, our second day...

We were weak,,,
Dehydrated....
Constant tortured...

I would die today I knew.....

We hiked again....

In the middle of nowhere...

Somehow praying to find somebody to rescue us.....

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When I fell I fell backwards in a faint and landed on my back.

I heard a crack.... my arms broke but I felt no pain.

I was beyond pain.

The sun beat on my roped chest, bare belly and gagged face...

I looked up and saw the sign. "Please make it quick, I prayed," knowing I would soon be eaten alive. I wondered if I had enough strength to kick them off.. "why for, I thought, only prolong the death....."

I closed my eyes.

I did not want to see....

I was being touched..... the ropes on my pecs pulled...

I screamed my final scream in my gag....

Opened my eyes wide......

No way I'll give up because without a fight...

I kicked.....

....the cop trying to cut my ropes right in his balls!

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And now, when we role play and tie each other up, we never forget to rope our feet and legs. Tightly hogtied. That's my best challenge!

010912 JO Pic of the week - Ransom Photos

2012-01-09T05:58:00.000-08:00

Escape is futile

2012-01-06T06:06:00.000-08:00

Dumped.
Dropped.
Bound hand, arm and foot.
Gagged.

Beaten up.

Taped.

Blind.

Kidnapped.

Buried.

In the old storm shelter.

Helpless.

Listening to the entrance.

Being nailed shut.

And then the water...

Cold water...

Dripping on our bound bodies.

Piled up.

Left to die if the ransom was not paid....

All the power of our muscle...

Compromised by...

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Our wrists bound...

In front of my balls...

Crossed.

A long rope....

Under my crouch...around my back and around my wrists again..

My elbows.

Pushed together. Bound.under my pecs.

My forearms, tied, then around my back, and again tied, pushed deep into my belly.

My right bicep, circled, tied, knotted, pulled with a rope behind my back to my left bicep, bound.

My arms pulled in two directions - tortured.

My upper torso circled with rope.

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My legs - bared -- bound - ankle - thigh- knee- calves --- bent -- tied -- ankles to thigh--- cramped.

My shirt, ripped off my body, torn, stuffed in my mouth, tied around my eyes, bound in place with rope, around my head, between my teeth..

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Laying on my bound arms.

Beaten up..

Sapping my strength...

With some cords of the rope...

Across my back....

My shins...

My feet.

Then turned around.....

Hamstrings popped....

Beaten...

Arms...

Thighs...

Face.

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Drugged from the pain...

Terror...

Grabbed.

Lifted up...

Carried.

FALLING.

CRASH

HARD.

Bodies falling on me...

Near me...

Groans....

Nailing.....

Cold water....

Puddling around our bound bodies...

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I kept rubbing my head against the floor until I got the rope around my eyes up to my brow, and shook the strips of my wife beater off that blindfolded me. I was soaked. Shivering. Unable to move my arms to escape. But I knew I must. We were left to die. The temperatures drop below freezing at night, and bound and soaked... hypothermia would take our lives.

I looked at my buddies.

Steve had fallen on his arms. They seemed broken.

Jake was flexing his arms uselessly.

A shaft of light illuminated his roped body... sweat soaked... welted... bloody... Muscles popping...motionless. Defeated. Got me hard for a moment....

Mike.

Motionless. Moaning... Gasping....

I went ballistic.....!!!!!!!

All I did was work my legs...

Over and over....

Ignoring the cramps....

Until the ropes slipped and they straighted out.

I kept wiggling them, over and over. It was easy since I had been stripped to my shorts... the ropes began to slide. Even my ankles loosened.... I was able to struggle to stand....

I stood up. Climbed the few steps. I put my back against the wooden planks. It was already welted from the lashing.... I ignored the splinters and smashed my back over and over against the wood until the old planks gave. I climbed out. Our cloths were in a pile. I got to them, and pulled out a cell. Still gagged, I worked it with my numb fingers. 911. GPS...... I texted.... Kidnapped. Tortured. HELP. Bound and gagged.

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To feel the ropes being cut off of me was the best experience of my life.

Our arms were trembling... oozing blood, yet we all embraced and wept in each others arms....

We described the kidnappers to the authorities, and were taken by helicopter to a burn center. Our bodies were raw from the rope and the beating.

But we escaped!

And were alive.

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It took me months to ask Jake....

We were hanging.......

I finally got the courage and came right out with it...

"Jake, can I tie you up?"

Jake just put his hand behind his back....

"I thought you'd never ask!"

"Nobody can hear your screams..."

2012-01-02T07:31:00.001-08:00

JOCKS.

Six of us....
18 and 19
We got drunk on New Years....

I remember somebody playing with handcuffs....

Kinda of cool.... he cuffed my hands behind my back.

Taped my ankles....

Kinnda of a game I thought.

My head was spinning....

Binge drinking.

Now I was tied up!

I found it hard to see....

A crazy smell....

My last sight...

My buddies, cuffed, taped and knocked out.

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I was freezing.

I kept coming in an out of consciousness.

I became aware of stinging pain in my wrists and pits..

I was strung up....

Inside some abandoned house...

Strung up to the roof beams.

I screamed.

I was gagged.

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I hung from my cuffed wrists high above my head.....

A thick rope...

....hoisted me up to the rafters, the rope in the middle of the cuffs.....

I hung about 6 inches off the floor.

I had been stripped to me shorts.

My legs had been mummified with tape....

...from my thighs to my ankles.

I shivered in the freezing cold.

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I tried to bend my arms, to raise myself up to the rope between the cuffs. I did not know why.... it seemed the only way to escape. But I could not bend my arms.

My head had been pushed back so I could mostly look up.

I felt dripping on my face...

Panic!

Blood....

From my wrists.. the metal cuffs cut deep to the bone...

And my elbows....

Bound together and up my upper arms....

Chained....

The chain had cut through the skin.

Blood oozed..

My forearms...

Duct taped together from the chain on my elbows to my cuffed wrists!

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He came face to face with me...

And began to photograph....

My bleeding wrist and arms...

My taped legs and arms...

The caked blood and sweat on my face....

Recording the sounds of shivering in my gag....

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"Better if you boys are knocked out. If you wake up you will know the ransom is paid...!"

I did not know what I could do.

To be knocked out again was better than this torture.....

But I could be dead...

I resisted.....

He taped my eyes.

My last vision was one of my buddies struggling...

I waited for the chloroform....

But I felt the punching....

With gloved fists....

Into my gut, chest and back....

On my bound upper arms...

Over and over....

The gag loosened.......

I screamed.....

"Go ahead.... nobody can hear your screams....."

My screams stopped.

I hung, totally knocked out.....!"

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Jeremy missed the party, and the kidnap, for he was sick......

We did not want him to miss the fun, so....

One night....

...he too got kidnapped!

010212 JO Pic of the week - "I should have never let you tie my wrists!"

2012-01-02T04:35:00.000-08:00

Rawhide Revenge

2011-12-31T07:50:00.001-08:00

I hope you boys are enjoying the rope!
I hope its not too tight!
Numb yet?
How's your necks?
Enjoying this?
Like when you beat the crap out of me and tied me up...
And left me....

Should be fun watching you boys....
Constricted.....

Does it hurt?

Gags to tight?
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I looked up at the roof.

I could see my arms.

Still dripping....

...My arms and neck....

Rawhided

My wrists and biceps --- tourniqutetd.

My arms high up the post, on both sides. Rawhide circled my wrist on each side and lashed it to the post. The same with my biceps. The sleeves of my shirt, pulled down, so the rope was on my bare skin. A rusty steel rod, between the ropes binding my two wrists and arms, was twisted... turned...
tortured... that was it! I realized I was being tortured! He had turned the rod until the rawhide cut deep in my veins and muscle..... Again I screamed in the gag. He was behind me. He stroked and tickled my forearm hairs... "Man you're arms are blue boy... you should your veins popping through your skin! He put more wet rawhide around the post, this time deep into the center of my forearms. He came in front of me....checked the rope around my neck, pushed aside my short baring my chest. He ran his fingers through the hair. It tickled somewhat. Then he began to circle my torso with the wet rawhide, pulling it tight. The rope dug into my pecs and gut.

"Now your legs boy!"

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He removed my boots, socks and pants. "Brace yourself boy!" he said, a smile of glee on his face, my face contorted with terror and sweat and he rope my left ankle, and then my right. Standing behind the post, he jerked back my feet! I was now off the ground!!!! ...handing by my bound arms and torso. He crossed the roped behind the post and tied the end of one to the opposite ankle. My ankles were crossed and bound behind the post! My thighs screamed in pain, but that did not stop him from getting the wet rawhide around each one, pulling them as close as he could together.... then circling them with the rawhide.

He slapped my face hard.

"You liking this boy?"

My heart was exploding in my chest!

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I had heard that rawhide expands when wet and contracts when dry.

He had lit a fire in the old stove.

The barn heated up and the rope was drying.

I felt it constricting...

Even though my arms and wrists were numb, I could still feel it tightening...
I turned my head to the side wondering how long it would be before I choked. I glanced up. Blood flowed down my arms! I glanced down. Blood now dripped on my thighs, chest and gut. I was being cut to pieces.

I went crazy. I shook my head and got the gag out. My screams filled the barn. Here I was, hung up like a shot deer, being sliced to shit. The others were screaming too!!!

How much longer......

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I heard the screams. They were coming from the old barn. I looked inside and saw Bobby James, a knife in his hand, and the three Berazarte brothers roped up like sides of beef. He will playing on these boys bare chests with the knife. I broke through the window and put the gun right into Bobby's gut. "Cut these boys down... Quick." Bobby cut them down. The three brothers collapsed. I took some of the bloody cords and quickly bound Bobby..

binding him hand and foot,
hognecking him....
and gagging him with the gags used to bind his victims.

The brother's were a mess.

Their bodies were covered with deep rope welts, oozing with blood.

I called for help.

Got some water and helped them wash their wounds.

They could hardly speak, the rawhide had constricted so tight on their necks it rawed their vocal cords.

Help arrived.

and now....

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I was just taken into the old barn.

Ready to dressed with some rawhide Justin?

I put my hands behind my back.

OK Boys, lets get it on!

I was soon roped up with rawhide.

"I was going to fucking like this!"

The FULL TREATMENT

2011-12-26T06:24:00.000-08:00

Before we gave up!

See, we made a bet among the four of us.....

That if we were tied up we could escape....

But the first one would get $100 bucks from the other three...

And we asked our buddy Ramon.....

Who we know since we were kids and who likes tying us up....

To rope and gag us --- THE FULL TREATMENT!

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We met at Ramon's house. He had all the supplies he needed...

Rope...

Gags....

Duct Tape.

He tied me first. I knew he routine....

He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, crossing my wrists, and tightly applying the rope, in several directions around my wrists, and tightening it between them. Eyes quickly taped. Bandanna, knotted in the middle, gagging us. Mouth covered with tape around the head. A few slaps to the face, some punches to my arms and pecs .. the feeling of helplessness. Pushed down on my belly, ankles roped.

Then hauled up, over his shoulder...

Carried outside.

And dumped in the back of his truck...

The four of us...

Roped hand and foot...
Gagged..

Covered with a tight tarp...

We huddled together....

It was cold......

Snow was falling on the tarp...

I was not expecting Ramon to take us outdoors.

My bare arms and legs were freezing...

Ramon seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much.

I got a cold feeling deep in my gut that something was wrong!

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It fucking hurt.

Ramon yanked the rope circling my elbows with his foot deep into my lower back, his boot on my wrists for leverage.

I SCREAMED. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME?"

But my gag only made loud muffled sounds.

"The Full Treatment," he said, his voice trembling.....

I thought my arms broke, or at least pulled from my sockets! I broke out in a cold sweat. My chest was pushed out, breathing was labored. My arms and wrists were numbing fast. I felt his tie off my elbows, then pulling my arms back, he taped the middle of my forearms. Circling a rope around my wrists, he tied it around my belly, pushing my gut in. He did the same with my elbows, around my gut, lashing them deep against my spine.

This time, when he slapped me, I knew I was in shit. He slapped me out cold.

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My legs had been secured.....

Ands my hamstrings burst into agony....

He roped my legs together, binding them at my things, knees and shins. I was on my belly. He bent my knees back and sat on my fucking shins, binding my wrists to my ankles. Only an inch separated the rope! Then he circled my bent legs with duct tape.

He pulled the tape off my eyes.

Ramon had an insane look on his face....

I could see he had cracked....

I begged him with my eyes.....

But he tied thick help rope....

...in the form of an "S", weaving it around my biceps. A rope dropped from the roof...

...he tied the ends to the cords between my upper arms...

And, grunting, he heaved me up...

My hogtied body.....

Up my my upper arms!

I could hear my screams mix with the others....

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He tortured us.

He videoed us....

He photographed us....

He posted ransom demands....

$100K each or we would be left to freeze to death slowly in our ropes....

He beat me up with his belt, beating my chest and belly and the back of my shoulders and arms. The sweat sprayed from my shivering body....

I saw hatred in his eyes....

And pleasure....

He used my head and gut as a punching bag, pounding my face to I bled from my eyes and nose, my gut turned purple...

He finished his insanity by taking a knife, and ignoring my desperate gagged pleas for mercy..

Carved across my chest.....

F U L L

T R E A T M E N T!

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BIND HIM!

My friends came and begin to rope me up....

It was now two months since we had gotten the "Full Treatment...."

Quick.

I was roped...

We had been hospitalized for a week, and we just finished physical therapy and plastic surgery....

Ramon was captured, and is in prison, without bail, awaiting trial. We will all testify. He lawyers already said he with cop and insanity plea. We will see.

Anyway...

The four of us never finished out bet.

So we decided to do it by time.......

And the one who broke out quickest would win.

So, the others tied me up.

Hand and foot.

Gagged me.

I began to work the ropes when I was bent forward. Somebody was tying my elbows..... A cold clammy felling hit my gut.....

Another was writing on my chest with a thick maker....

F U L L T R E A T M E N T.

My elbows were yanked together...

And I began to scream!

122611 JO Pic of the week --- WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?

2011-12-26T06:01:00.000-08:00

Camping Trip

2011-12-21T06:32:00.000-08:00

We were taken at gunpoint from our tents.

Me, Mike, and my buddies....
Ben...

Scott...

and Logan.

They tightly tied strong rope around our hands behind our backs....

...wrists crossed, circled, knotted, wrapped and knotted again.

It was so frigging tight I could feel my pulse in my wrists!

Strong tape...

...was rolled between my teeth and around my head many times, not only gagging me, but cutting into the sides of my mouths.

A long rope was tied around our necks.....

...the ends tied to two quads, two of us on each quad.

Off we went, bound and gagged, on our forced march following the quads, forced to keep up, knowing if we slowed down or fell, we would choke to death.....

Covered with sweat.....

...our exposed skin a feeding ground for the bugs!

Little did I know that this was only the beginning of our misery!

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I'm Scott.....

I am 100% Native American....

Cherokee.

Proud of my heritage.

Sounds stupid, but when I was a kid I used to play cowboys and Indians.

You could not imagine how many times I lost, was captured, tied up....

and left to escape, even if it took all day!

But I knew this was going to take a long time..

For when they finished roping me I knew they had me in rope torture!

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They worked my wrists up my back. The stress on my shoulders was amazing. Like when a guy takes one of your arms and pushes it up your back. Here were both my arms, pushed up by my bound wrists...... and then the son of a bitch tied my hands off to my neck. If I lowered my hands to ease the strain, I would choke.

He took a sturdy tree branch...

..and, pulling my bound hands back, laid it across my back....

He roped each of my biceps to it with some kind of lashing...

...so fucking tight that my arms were going to explode.....

Us 4 tough guys where reduced to whimpering children. Circling tightly my upper torso, around my pecs and this contraption my arms were tied too finished off their torture.

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We still had the long rope around our necks. We were pulled and marched again, this time into the old house that would be our holding cell until the ransom would be paid.

When we got inside, I was pushed down on my belly.

Me and the guys were helpless and could do nothing as they roped my legs and ankles. By now my neck, wrists, and upper arms were raw from the coarse rope they used. I could sense that these guys enjoyed tying us up. They used more rope than they needed to secure my legs... binding them around my thighs, above and below my knees, my calves, and then my ankles.

When our limbs were all secured, they pulled us up to our feet.

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Taking the long rope that was around our necks, they threw it up high, over the broken roof rafters.

They dropped it down and again tied the ends around our necks....

They taped our eyes.

And left us, hanging by our necks, our arms numb and useless, standing at perfect attention.

We were like that for 10 hours....

Before the authorities came and cut us down.

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We went camping again the next weekend......

And I bragged how, as an Indian, I naturally would have gotten free, given the time.

In the middle of the night my buddies jumped me.....

Roped and gagged me.....

And marched me to the same old cabin....

And roped me as I had been before....

And strung me up by my neck.....

Then they sat down and cracked some beers, and took some vids....

Man, was I fucking enjoying this!

121911 JO Pic of the week -- HELD FOR RANSOM

2011-12-19T04:31:00.000-08:00

ROPE, TAPE & CUFFS

2011-12-12T08:32:00.000-08:00

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Eighteen year old Alex screamed again as the belt hit the back of his thighs.

"I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS!!!!! I TOLD YOU IT WAS STOLEN FROM MY CAR!"

Another scream.

"FUCK... STOP THIS!"

Another scream.

"Got to gag you boy. You screams getting to me."

A rolled up bandanna was shoved into Alex's mouth, and his lips were taped.

"You take torture good, kid. Let's see what you say if I get your brother Ryan and cut him to pieces in front of your eyes!"

Alex exhaled hard.

His breathing was labored from the way he was roped, taped and cuffed.....

Hands cuffed behind his back....
Elbows roped together....
Forearms lashed
Upper arms bound to his sides...

Feet, calves, knees and thighs bound with rope....
His body bent forward until his head touched his legs...
Taped behind his neck and legs...
Hoisted up by his ankles...
Beaten with a belt on the backs of his legs.....

Another scream, this one muffled by the gag.....

Left hanging, bound and gagged.....

Helpless....

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"Bastard want me to tie myself up? Say he's watching!"

Nineteen year old Luke read the instructions.....

He flipped through some photos of his kid bother....

Luke roped his ankles....

Taped his eyes and mouth....

Cuffed his wrists behind his back...

And waited....

A kick in his head knocked him senseless.

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Luke awoke bouncing around inside some vehicle. He was as he tied himself up, except that the bandanna he was wearing was now stuffed down his throat and held in his mouth by wads of tape. The cuffs had been squeezed tight... he felt the metal on his bones.

The van stopped and his abductor stepped inside...

"Got to finish roping you boy."

Luke tried to speak... but the gag was tight. He endured a full roping of his upper body.

The tape will pulled from his eyes.

He walked, bound, down the road to the place where Alex was held....

His arms roped behind his back from elbows down to wrists...
His sleeves folded up to his shoulders, and thick branch between his upper arms and back, and his biceps tightly roped to it.

"Your brother had $10K of my money and he won't tell me where it is - cock and bull story that it was stolen. So, I've been torturing him. But he won't talk. So you Luke, when I get you strung up, will be cut into pieces as he watches..."

A chill like Luke never felt before went down his spine as he imagined fingers and toes and limbs being hacked off his body.

He had to control himself that he would not puke in fear.,.. he knew he would choke on his puke the way he was gagged.

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They arrived.

An abandoned cabin......

Luke could see his brother Alex....

In the middle of the building....

Roped, cuffed and taped....
Bent....
Hanging from his feet....

Their kidnapper grabbed one of the ends of the brunch sticking our from Luke's arms. He dragged Luke to Alex and pulled the tape off of Alex's eyes.

Luke could see his brother's strength was drained. His arms were raw from the rope, his legs welted by the belt. His eyes were distant--- that of a man tortured.

"We'll see of you tell me where it is now that I got your brother and, after I string him up, start by cutting of finger by finger....

Luke turned his body hard. The end of the branch his his abductor in his gut. He bent over reflexively. Luke turned again and the branch came smashing on the back of his head. Luke kicked up, hit him in his balls. One more the branch cam smashing on his skull.

Alex was wide eyes now and awake, flexing in his bonds, looking to escape.

Their abductor was out cold.

Luke had to get his arms out of the ropes. As Alex watched, he got onto his back, and using his weight humping himself, kept smashing his back on the branch, which broke. Now with wiggle room, his got the ropes to skip down his arms onto the floor. Doing a back flip, he got his cuffed wrists behind him. He got to Alex, and began to cut him down. Alex screamed when his arms were cut free and hot blood flowed into numb muscle.Cutting him free of being bent again was met with hollows of pain. Finally, with feet free, Luke helped him flip and got his cuffed wrists in front of him.

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Their abductor hung from his feet... His arms behind him in ropes the same as be had tied up Alex and Luke.

"Where's the key?"

"Fuck you."

Luke gagged him.

Alex ripped off his shirt, baring his chest.

"I said where is the key to these cuffs?"

Their abductor's eyes were defiant.

Luke took the pair of pillars that were going to be used on him and grabbed put it tight on a thumb on his bound wrists. Alex took the belt that had been used on him and traced it across his sweaty chest.

"Like I said....

Where are the keys?"

Another scream.

121211 JO Picture of the week - "I'm in deep shit!"

2011-12-12T05:23:00.000-08:00

The Binding of the Ramos Boys - Conclusion

2011-12-10T08:18:00.001-08:00

I hung from my wrists.

All I wanted to do was to beat the crap out of our abductors.

They had lashed the backs of my three brothers, but, saying I was just a kid, I was spared the belt. They cut down my unconscious brothers and dumped them still bound, into the same car that broutght us here. There ares were still bove their heads, tied at the eblows and wrists. Caked dried blood covered their forearms.

They came to me and cut me free of the ropes.

I played dead.

He pulled my sore arms behind my back and was about to tie them, when I hard kicked him in his balls.

He gasped in pain and pulled himself over. Spying the pepper spray he used to torture us,

...I grabbed it, put my arm around his neck, and sprayed him directly in the face.

He screames told me the others could come. I grabbed one of the large branches that had be tied to my neck and arms and waited.....

One of the came in. I smashed his head and sprayed him. When the second came in, he had a gun.... I jumped kicked his hand, the gun flew and I jumped him. He was no match for my boxing, and soon I had him spryed.

I dragged them to a board in the old house and bound them to it.

Then I cut my brother's free.

They slowly awoke....

And saw our captors....

Bound.

Hepless.

That's where the fun began.......

We beat the crap out of them...
Head ----- gut---- balls.....
Peper sprayed them...

And, taking their car, we went to get the police.

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For me, the youngest, I had recscued my brothers and captured our abductors.

When we got home from the hospital, my brothers thanked me....

Bound and gagged.

The beat the shit out of me!

The Binding of the Ramos Boys, Part 2

2011-12-07T06:00:00.001-08:00

We were strung up by our wrists.

Stripped to our shorts

Hanging in our bonds.

I'm Ramon Ramos, 25, the oldest of the boys.

I turned my head as much as I could to see the others...

Strung up like me.....

My crossed wrists hanging from strands of rope from the ceiling beams.......

My elbows forced together and roped up.

My head pulled back.

A thick stick...

...on my throat, head tied to it, and the ends bound to my upper arms.

My legs tied up now from my thighs to my ankles.

My feet dangling a foot off the ground.

The sweat poured down our bodies.

Photographed for the ransom demands......

Motivation required....

"That back of yours......... some welts from the belt would add to the photos......"

There was nothing I could do. I grit my teeth onto the rags on my mouth and braced for the pain.....

It quickly came. Again and again. The sweat sprayed from my head as my body moved like a pendulum from the lashings....

Until I could take it no more, I SCREAM SO LOUD MY GAG DID NOT MUFFLE THE SOUND.....

And I saw the blood flowing down Ramon's back....

I wanted to kill the man whipping him......

But I was strung up like a side a beef....

And bid my time!

The Binding of the Ramos Boys - Part 1

2011-12-05T04:54:00.001-08:00

Breaking News!

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.

120511 JO Pic of thw week - ABDUCTED!

2011-12-05T04:17:00.001-08:00

"You boys ever been tied up before?" Conclusion

2011-11-28T08:06:00.001-08:00

We were broken.

We were dumped like garbage.

The five of us.

We were free of the ropes on our elbows.

But still gagged. Legs still roped.

Our hands, cuffed behind our backs.

We were in a circle.

Our arms interlocked with the friend next to me. Tied up at the biceps. The five of us, bound together, our backs to each others.

All we coould do is moan in agony.

The door of our prison.....

Burst open.

I tried to focus, but my eyes were puffed up from the poundings. I heard a voice:

"THERE THEY ARE!"

I saw the cop.

And collapsed.

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It took us weeks to partially recover. We would do months of physical therapy and plastic surgery. But we had survived neing set-up, kidnapped, bound, gagged, tortured.

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We all got the box the same day, one month to the day of that question, "You boys ever been tied up before.

Return address: a postal box in Switzerland.

Inside:

A DVD......

And.....

$100,000.00 for each.

With a note...

Enjoy the DVD.... you boys are not paid for your services, overtime.

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My hands trembled as I put the DVD in the Blue-Ray....

I had a large bona growing in my pants....

The DVD began to play.

"This is fucking awesome," I said.

And the jerk-off began.

112811 JO Pic of the week -- Making an Escape

2011-11-28T05:39:00.001-08:00

"You boys ever been tied up before?" Part 4

2011-11-26T05:22:00.001-08:00

Rest.
A moment of rest.

I looked up at the roof.
At the winch which hauled me up like a side of beef by my bound elbows behind my back.

Hard to see.
My eyes puffy from the beatings.
My gut ablaze with pain.

I was hogtied but it was not necessary. Me and my buddies were too weak to try to escape.

And to know...

What a freaking sucker I was!

What an asshole.

A quick buck.

Now abducted by madmen.

All my strength gone.

He cut my hogtie free.

I was grabbed by my bound arms and dragged away from my friends.

Dumped before our abductors.

"Prep him for the second take!"

"Second take," I thought. These bastards are really filming this!

My eyes were taped.

I felt something in my ears. Guey. Like caulk.

I went deaf.

Again I was dragged by my feet.

Then UP.. UP>> Up by my ankles.

Hanging now upside side down.

I braced for the punching.

I could not hear his approach anymore.

I jerked.

My poor belly was gently tickled.

And then.....

POUND
POUND
POUND

I tell you I was going mad.
Madness.
I was being tortured!

"You boys ever been tied up before" Part 3

2011-11-24T05:12:00.001-08:00

Suckers.

I realized it while my head was spinning.

Still covered by the sack.

But now I was gagged -- my mouth dry from some cloth shoved into it and taped securely in place.

My breathing was labored.

I though my nose was bleeding from the blows to my head.

But the worse was the pain in my chest.

Slammed by body blows......

I was floating....

No, it was ropes....

I was off my feet, strung up.

My punching stopped.

I heard the thuds and the moans from my friends.

My shoulder blades were ablaze with fire.

I realized these bastards had roped my arms behind my back at the elbows, bound my mid arms together, and, with a rope or something hoisted me up.

I blacked out.

The cold water was a shock.

The sack was pulled off my head.

I saw one of may captors... yes that is what it was I realized, we were taken, bound gagged and strung up to be toys for these madmen....

"Ready for round two?"

I realized now that each of my ankles was tied and spread. I was strung up, but now I was spread eagled and fixed by my feet. My gut was bare. Someone shoved a foot in my back. My shoulders dislocated from the way my arms were strung up.

I begged with my eyes.

My gut was his.

Even the gag could not stiffle my screams!

"You boys ever been tied up before" Part 2

2011-11-23T04:59:00.001-08:00

It felt a bit wierd at first. My hands tied behind my back. He tied them tighter then I thought. I figured they would show close ups of the bonds, like they do in the movies. He continued tying my fraternity brothers wrists like mine. There was something in my gut, a strange feeling that tingled in my whole body. There was cool. Something dark. Something exciting.

He got the five of us tied by our wrists.

He put a camo sack over our heads and tied them at our necks. That dark feeling grew stronger. I felt something strange. I had a growing bona in my pants. I was glas my buddies could not see it. "I'm going to really like this," I said to myself.

I jumped a bit.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked.

It felt like a pin stuck in my right sholder.

I began to feel sick. My head - I was dizzy. I wanted to reach for my head to pull off the hood but my hands were tied. I heard some thumps. I did not know it but my buddies were collapsing to the floor. My knees buckled. I crashed down. I was in panic.

"You stupid fucking jerk -- we got you and your boys now for some REAL fun."

I tried to speak.

I was smothered into darkness.

"You boys ever been tied up before?" Part 1

2011-11-21T05:23:00.001-08:00

Call me Mike. I'm the director for this brief scene. In it, you boys will represent 5 hostages. In the scene we will add special affects of a big explosion. You're toast so to speak. It will be the first action of the TERRORISTS who have taken over a college campus.

Now, have you boys every been tied up before? Be cause I'll be tying you boys up.

Yeah, Jay said. We are all fraternity brothers. Some times we challenge each other and one gets tied up to see if he can escape.

Good, now its going to be REAL. Can you handle numb arms for a while.

For $10K you can numb my arms up for a week, Justin jokingly said.

Now of the 5 extras notices the grin on Mike's face.

OK boys, strip to the waist and put your arms behind your backs.

The five boys did, not knowing they fell into the trap of a madman!

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112111 Ransom Photos of your Best Bud Bound

2011-11-21T04:29:00.001-08:00

Rookie Baseball Players Held for Ransom

2011-11-15T04:57:00.001-08:00

Called up from the New York Yankee Farm team....

Driving to New York

Our abductors followed our every move.

We we knocked off the road.

The five of us, KIDNAPPED!

Bound.

Gagged

Held for ransom

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I'm 19.

I knew they could not hurt me too much, I am a tough kid. But the terror of being bound......

Let me tell you what they did to me.

After we were taken to the abandoned post office under gunpoint, we were forced to strip to our waists we were searched. Then the roping began. They used a coarse rough rope. I quickly realized why they took our shirts: the more I would struggle the more I would shred skin and muscle. There were three of them. One kept guard over the others, two of them tied us up.

They knew their stuff. They had done this before.
Kneeling.
Our arms roughly pulled behind our backs, wrists crossed and bound as tightly as two strong men could do, both pulling on the ropes' ends after each rotation around our wrists.

Filthy cloth shoved into our mouths.
Then our head taped up, around our eyes and mouths, removing our sight and gagging up securely. The loss of sight got me scared for the first time. I broke out in a cold sweat as my arms were tied.

Forced together behind me, my elbows were bound, and then the middle of my forearms. They had prepared for this. In the corner I had noticed some sturdy thick wooden dowel rods...

One of the grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms from my back. Wave of pain hit my neck and shoulders, my chest expanded. I could not breath. The rod was placed under my biceps across my back. Each of my upper arms were roped to it, criss-crossed over my triceps, then tightening it between the rod and my arm. My arms were released. I was panting for breath as they circled my bound wrists and looped the rope around my belly. Finally they finished my torso with what felt like mile of rope from my neck to my gut.

They they pushed me forward onto the floor. I came down hard. My shoes and socks were removed. Then hands grabbed my belt and pants, loosened them and stripped me to my shorts. My leg and feet roping began. Ankles, calves, knees and thighs, circled a dozen or so times with the rough rope, then twice inbetween, tightening the rope on itself, and knotted. One of the grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back, the other bent my knees, while the third roped my ankles to my neck.

When they finished, I lay there like a roped mummy. I could not move anything but my numb fingers. I thought I could possible snap the rod, but the way my arms were tied gave me no leverage.

Time stops when your tied like this. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. At times I heard moans. I did not know if they were coming from inside of me or my team mates. I fought my bonds for a while then game up. Not only was it impossible, I was shedding my skin raw. I prayed. I realized I could die here with my friends, helpless, broken. Somehow my mind got distracted I dreamt I was para-sailing in Puerto Rico!

My arms and legs free.

But then reality would come back in with its wave of numbness and pain.

I was still roped. Hogtied at my neck. Left to die like some trapped animal.

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Several months latter.

Spring Training starts next week. We have become like heroes. Photographers ask us to show our scars. The look upon the rope burns as if it were the medal of honor.

The five of us got very close, like brothers.

We would share our stories of what was going on in our heads when we were bound for almost two days only among ourselves.

I guess it was I who asked first.

"I would really like if you guys would tie me up again so I can try to escape this time!"

Now, when we meet, one of us get a chance to learn how to brake free, just in case we are kidnapped again!

111411 JO Pic of the week - Jumped, overpowered, bound and gagged

2011-11-14T03:17:00.001-08:00

11/11/11 Vetern's Day

2011-11-11T08:14:00.001-08:00

FROZEN GAGGED SCREAMS

2011-11-10T09:01:00.001-08:00

KIDNAPPED

BOUND

GAGGED

FROZEN

ABANDONED

First the drugged us
Then they tied us up.
In a horrible way.
Like I was a fucking pretzel.

They roped my arms behind my back.
My arms meeting together at my elbows.
Roped from elbow, down my forearms to my wrists.
A rope from my wrists, under my balls and around my waist.
My upper arms weaved with rope, forcing them a scant few inches from each other.
Them my whole torso circled and tightly roped, from my neck to my gut.

Old rags shoved into my mouth, nauseating.
Held in place with rope between my teeth and around my head.
My ankles crossed and tied.
Grabbed my my shoulders, I was pushed forward to my legs.
Someone kneed me in my bound arms. I gasped as I was squeezed so my head touched my legs.
My crossed ankles then put behind my head.
The roped my body, circling the back of my legs and the back of my arms.
I was withering on the floor in agony.

They tied our thighs, knees and calves together.
The 5 of us dumped into the back of a jeep.
Through the snow.
To the barn.
Each of us lifted and dumped on the frozen floor.

They wanted the money fast.
The bloodied us up for the fotos and ransom video.

Raking the backs of our legs.
The backs of our arms.
The soles of our feet.
Our shoulders.

Then left alone.

Squirming to escape.
Withering in agony.
Screaming in our gags.
Freezing to death.

You give up after a while.
Your whole body is numb.
Even the shivering stops.
The brain begins to freeze.
Like hallucinations.
The sound of motors.

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We always used the old barn as a rest stop to eat.
When we got inside there they were, the five men tied up horribly.
At once we began to cut them free.
They screamed as the blood began to circulate, buning their frozen arms and legs.
We covered them as best we can, lit a fire.
Massaged them.
There was no cell service.
One of us went to get help.
The other stayed with them.
Until help arrived via medivacs.

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The kidnappers got the money.
They had left us to die.
Saved only by the luck of the snowmobilers.

I started to get interested in being tied up them.
Searched the web.
Found some sites.

Getting ready to make my first try.

Funny, the dude asked me how tight could he tie me.

All I did was laugh.

110711 JO Pic of the week - ABDUCTED

2011-11-06T04:26:00.001-08:00

Frat Chairs

2011-11-01T10:21:00.003-07:00

There were six chairs.
One for each of the fraternity pledges.

The old attic.
A perfect place for screams which nobody would hear.

The pledges

Six tough boys.

Nineteen years old.

Footballers.

Now with their hands bound behind their backs with a length of hemp rope.

Mouth stiffed with torn cloths.

Eyes and mouth covered with vinyl tape.

Each one brought in by two brothers.

And sat, with arms behind on a chair.

And bound to it.

So they could not move.

They circled my upper arms to the sides of the chair at three levels using a thinner rope.

I could feel it pinching my skin as they looped it several times around my arm, just at my shoulder, in the middle of my bicep, and just over my bent elbow. My big brother made it tight. I began to get a bit afraid. I never had been tied up before.

When they finished with my upper arms, they put more rope on my crossed wrists, tightening the rope that was there binding my hands. My wrists were push up. I gasped, for my muscles bulged in my arms and the ropes binding them tightened causing sharp pain. My hair had been pulled back at the same time, and the rope from the my wrists was tied around my neck. I could not lower my wrists to stop the torture in my arms. My tank top dripped with sweat as the worked my legs.

Binding each of my ankles to a front chair leg, they pulled my knees together and tied them. The stain in my ankles was somewhat painful but I was determined to endure this initiation. After they finishedd tying my knees, they circled my thighs with rope, binding them tightly to the seat of the chair. Finally, they tied a rope end around one my my calve muscles, they to the other, and pulled. My ankles felt they were going to rip off. The sweat dropped from my brow.

The worked my torso lashing it to the back of the chair. The began by crisscrossing ropes from my collar bone to my gut, then circling the rope around my body. They rope went through the side of the chair, so that it began to constrict my chest and belly. At each turn they heaved the ropes, so that when finished i felt my chest could crush in and my belly was pressed deep into my gut. I then realized that, except for my fingers and my head so slightly, I could not move. I was then I first felt the panic.

They shaved our heads. They used shaving cream and a straight razor. I only could imagine myself as a prisoner of war being set up for torture. The sweat dripped from every pore on my body. We were bare chested now. Someone was gently ticking my bound gut. The the blows came. Gutpunching. And no way to defend myself bound as I was. I just had to sit there and take it. Over and over, my brothers' fists landed on my belly, pecs, even my shoulders. I did not make a sound.

The finsihed beating us up. I sat there with no energy to escape. I just accepted the fact that I was now initiated into the fraternity. I knew there was one my ritual though. For this I was glad to be tied up. I just gritted my teeth and waited.

It was hot and quick.

I screamed in my gag as the others did.

On my right shoulder.

The fraternity brand.

Branded with a red hot iron on our arms.

I awoke, still bound. The branding knocked my out. I flexed. No way of escape. I knew we would stay like this to morning.

However, they tape was off my eyes.

I looked at the others pledges bound like I was.

We bonded that night as brothers.

Each one of us, when we were freed kept his chair.

Well, that was 25 years ago today.

Now we are 39.

And tonight is our reunion.

And each one of us is bringing our chairs.

And some rope, and tape.

103111 JO Pic of the week - Halloween House of Horror!

2011-10-31T05:35:00.000-07:00

Bound Buddies

2011-10-25T06:57:00.000-07:00

More choking sounds.

I was blindfolded and could not know which of my buddies was panting for breath.

The rope around our necks was tight.

We had to lie perfectly still.

The slightest movements tightened our necks.

Just had to take it...

The outbursts of sharp pain in my arms and back....

The restrictions on my legs and the sharp cramps.....

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Our van driver had pulled off to the side of the road.
We were coming back from a wrestling match.
He said he thought we had a flat.

We were dead tired.
Asleep in our seats.
Stripped to the waist.

It was a rude awaking.

The driver and now thugs with him...

A gun pointed at my head.

My hands pulled behind my back.

Tied tightly with rope across and around my crossed wrists.

Dirty socks from my gym bag stuffed in my mouth.

My eyes and lips circled with tape.

And a thug sitting next to me, toying my chest and belly with the butt of his gun.

Terror.

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Taken from the bus by two of them, one on each arm.

Hearing the sound of creaking wood floor boards.

On my belly.

My buddies brought in.

All of us, in a row, shoulders touching.

One long

Rusty metal rod passed under our biceps across our backs.

Each of our upper arms bound with two zip ties, criss crossed over our triceps muscles, binding tightly our biceps to the rod.

Zip tie, from between our roped wrists, our hands pulled up high behind our backs until the touch the rod, and bound there. Our muscles bulged in our arms. The ties cut deep into skin and muscle.

It fucking hurt like hell!

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Shoes, socks removed. Ankles crossed and zipped. Thighs and knees zipped. Rope, from between crossed ankles pulling my feet behind me, passed around the zip tie binding my wrists to the rod, then, with my hair pulled forcing my head back, the end tied around my neck, then back down to me feet.

If I moved my head, my hands, my arms, or my legs, I would choke.

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They laughed as the looked down at their handiwork. There we were, the best wrestlers in the state, tied up and unable to move, kidnapped and held for ransom.

I tried to stay completely still but the throbbing in my limbs became maddening. When I struggled I felt the rope tighten on my neck. I stopped.

I could hear them speaking to our families.

Ransom demands.

I could hear the photos clicking away.

Of our plight.

Directions were given.

When they got the money they would be told where we were.

We would have to stay bound like this until they paid the cash.

Good by suckers they said.

If I wasn't tied up I would have killed them.

One of the pricks went to my bare soles.

He began to tickle my foot with an old sharp nail.

I did not move for the rope chocking me.

When he finished I thought I had gone mad.

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We were sent free in a few hours, but it seemed like an eternity.

I got into tie up stuff. Found our me and my buddies like the challenge, the "feel of the bindings." Now we use mostly rope.

See we wrestle one of the guys down....

Bind him real good....

And them torment him until he goes MAD!

102411 JO Pic of the week --- Home invasion

2011-10-24T04:52:00.000-07:00

Roped Rawhide Revenge

2011-10-21T07:53:00.000-07:00

They were waiting for us in the ranch house when we returned.

Eight of us.

Eight of them.

Our hands were quickly and tightly roped behind our backs with rawhide.

Our sweaty bandannas were balled up and stuffed in our mouths, gagging us.

Our gags were sealed by thick duct tape plastered over our mouths and around our heads.

They taped our eyes.

Two of them grabbed each of us, by each arm and walked us out and put us, prone in a wagon, binding our feet when the left us.

When the eight of us where in place, the drove us out.

For what seemed like hours.

The hot sun on our backs.

A guard, with a rifle,

...tracing the butt of the rifle from our crossed wrists to our necks, up and down our spines....

Speaking only one word.

REVENGE!

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The began to bind me up. For us who had shirts on the rolled up our sleeves to bare our arms for the rawhide roping. They circled the rope around each of my elbows, pulled my lower arms together, knotted my elbows and circled the ends around the middle of my forearms, and tied it off.

They worked our upper arms as they did at our elbows, circling the rope around our biceps, pulling them as close as possible together behind me, until it reach the limit of being ripped off from my body. They were tied. They then bared our chests by either opening shirts or pulling wifebeaters over our heads. They then circled our upper bodies with the rawhide.

They removed my boots, socks and jeans, leaving me only in my shorts. They roped with the rawhide again my ankles, and now my thighs and my calves. I was on my back. The sun was high in the sky. I began to fry.

I was pulled by my feet, dragged is a better word. I was pushed over an edge. I was falling, yet held by my feet.

The sock of cold water was a relief and a terror at the same time. I gaped water in my lungs in shock. When I was pulled out, I was soaked, coughing while gagged, and gasping for breath.

I began to understand their plan for revenge. Bound up like an animal, sleeves rolled up so my arms were now covered with WET rawhide, shirt open, the rawhide around my bare chest and belly, my bare legs roped, they bent them and bound my ankles to my wrists, tightly hogtying me. The tape was pulled off my eyes. I was lifted up my a pole put between my bound wrists and ankles and two of them carried me to an open field.

Dumping me on the ground. My head was pulled back. The circled my neck with wet rawhide and tied it to the rope between my ankles and wrists. It was now around 1:00pm. The sun was high and hot. I saw my seven buddies also dragged and bound like I was.

I knew what happens when rawhide dries. It begins to shrink.

Now I understood why they rolled up my sleeves and bared my chest. A slow torture by the rope, on our arms and legs, chest and belly, becoming tighter and tighter, and a slow strangulation around our necks.

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I began to hear some groaning from my friends. I too was feeling it. The tension in my back as my shoulders pulled more from their sockets as the rope around my biceps yanked my upper arms closer together. I turned on my side. Blood in the dirt. My arms, wrists and legs were bleeding as the rope cut through skin and muscle. I surprised myself with a loud scream. I though I could tough this one out. I bent my neck further back. The rope around it was feeling tighter. I felt terror deep in my gut. I joined the groans if the others.

I was desperate. I was dying. I was tortured. The ropes had dried and the shrinking stopped. I had to take a chance or I would go insane, bucking in pain, and choke to death. I might die trying it anyway. I rolled my body over onto my arms. I quickly rolled again. I was panting from the excursion and the agony in my limbs. I rolled over next to Jason.

I shoved my face into his hands.

As numb as my fingers were I pulled off Mike's tape. He spit our the bandanna. Not speaking a word he began to grind the rope between my neck with his teeth. He next freed me from the hogtie. I could now move, though every inch felt like I was having nails hammered into my collar bone. I did the same and had Mike freed from his hogging. Back to back we worked the knots until we wiggled our arms free.

The others were watching in their misery. I moved my arms from behind my back. Pain. Excruciating pain. Fire. The blood had stopped and now flowed again. I ignored the agony or the site of blood oozing from the rope burns. I freed my legs, and crawled to the others and began to free them.

So there were the eight of us, trembling, hurting, bleeding, covered with rope marks on our necks, arms and legs, and across our chests and bellies.

The sun was still scorching us but we were free. We covered our heads with the bandannas that had gagged us.

We began to trek, following direction by the sun, the 8 miles before we finally found help.

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We never found out who did that to us.
We never knew why they wanted revenge. For all we knew they got the wrong guys.
It took some weeks but we healed.

And got back to work.

But there is something about rawhide when I see it.

Something that makes me hard.

I begin to roll up my sleeves and ask one of my buddies if he could tie me up and leave me to fight to get free.

What they did to us......

2011-10-18T09:57:00.000-07:00

....was pure torture.
It is a wonder we survived......

We were hijacked.
Beaten up.
Knocked out.
Chloroformed.

Kidnapped.
Bound
Gagged
Strung up.
Beaten up.
Photographed.
Held for ransom.
Left to die.

Big guys.
Experts with rope.

While we were knocked out they tied us up.
Frigging tight.
Gagged us too.
Rags in our mouths.

All around our heads.
Strung us up.
Up-side-down

By our ankles.
To the roof.

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When I got my smarts back I was looking down to the dirt floor. I looked at my buddies. All five of us, hung by our feet. My hands had been tied behind my back, with my wrists crossed. Too tight the rope. It cut down to the bone.

I was the first to wake up. The kidnappers came behind me. The looped some more rope around my elbows. One but his foot in my belly, the other in my back. They both pulled on the ends of the rope. By arms yanked together. My chest heaved, like it was torn open. I gasped for air. I screamed in my gag as they my forearms were now laced together from elbow to wrist. Sweat poured down my face and puddled on the floor. I was panting for air. That did not stop them. The circled my triceps and biceps, and then did the same thing. My shoulders pulled back.They pulled and pulled. My shoulders dislocated. My screams, even though gagged were deafening. They photographed my face. I could barely see from the sweat in my eyes. I saw the picture. My eyes, popping from my face, like a tortured animal.

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They bound my thighs and my legs. They were no reason too except to defeat me. My arms were burning into a cold numbness as my thighs were roped. Together. Fucking tight. My legs were getting cold. The blood had been going downward, to my head, which was pounding.

When they finished binding my legs, one of them grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms down and out from my back.

The gag was ripped from my mouth.

My screams deafened the room as I was videoed.

When they released my arms, my spit and sweat dripped down my eyes and brow onto the floor.

They did not gag me again.

I could not even form a word.

All I did was a low, constant groan.

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They were now broadcasting streaming video to our families.
Motivation to get the million dollars for each of us quickly.

They pulled off my belt.

Pulled my shirt down over my face.
Bearing my chest.

They began to belt my chest with the web belt.

My abs.

My gut.

My shoulders.

I began to swing.

I could hear screaming coming from their ipad....

My mother.....

Screaming in Spanish.

Watching me tortured.

That sound was more painful than my roping and beating.

When they stopped blood trickled with the sweat.

Puddling on the floor.

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By now I had little strength left.

I would have welcomed death to stop this agony.

But they had one last event.

One last part of their insane game.

I could see what he was going to do.

I closed my eyes.

One looped the belt aroun my neck until I was just choking...

The other....

He kicked.

and kicked..

and kicked my face.

Until I was knocked into blessed unconsciousness.

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Four months latter.

They had left us to die.
But my older brother is a detective.

When they had the video link somehow he got a GPS location on us.

I was splatted blood from the others.

My shirt was pulled down.

My belt removed.

I braced myself for the whips on my chest....

The kicks to my face.

The whipping just started.

I decided I would not make a sound.

I grit my teeth.

When I heard shots fired.

I could not see.

My shirt was over my face.

A lot of noise.

Then I felt an arm around me.

Lifting me up.

Taking the weight off my feet.

My shirt was pulled up.

I could see.

My older brother.

Holding me.

Wiping my face with his shirt as another cop was cutting my arms free.

And now, four months latter I am healed.

And ready.

For Mateo wants to see what really happened to me.

So today I get to bind him up.

Gag him

String him up.

And have him experience what they did to us.

111711 JO Pic of the week --- STRING HIM UP!

2011-10-17T06:09:00.000-07:00

You wait

2011-10-13T11:00:00.000-07:00

I have your boys.

Wired, Roped and Gagged.

Do as I say.

Or you will never see them again.

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Bound to chairs....

Sweating in the hot sun.

I remember seeing the nails on the road....

I heard the tires pop.....

So fast.....

A gun pointing at me from the van window....

Out of the seat....

Another now, in the van. Rifle at us.....

A knock out drug....

A shot in the arm....

When I awoke I was wried, roped and gagged.

My hands behind the chair.

My wrists crossed.

Bound with wire.

My arms wired against the metal pole making the side of the chair.

Just under my shoulder....

At my elbow.

Around my triceps...

Steel wire.

I realized if I struggled I would slit my wrists.

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My legs, roped.

Each leg roped to the front leg of the chair.

Around my ankle.

And my calve and shin.

Then my knees pulled together and tied.

My thighs then tied to the seat of the chair.

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A rag in my mouth.

A rope from the middle of my wired bound wrists.

Pulling them up high behind the chair.

My head pushed back.

The end of the rope from the wrists around my mouth.

Between my teeth.

Tightening the gag.

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Totally helpless.

You can't move.

You feel your pulse in your arms and wrists.

You feel the sweat on your chest and brow.

You feel the blood on your arm.

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Minutes are like hours.

Hours are like days.

You fight the panic.

They come back.

The blind your eyes with tied rags.

You hear the click of the gun.

And the shots.

You can't know what happens to the others.

You wait for your turn.

A sharp slap to the face.

A sharp punch in the gut.

And then nothing.

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All your training.

All your muscle.

All your strength.

All your macho.

Useless.

You wait.

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There is something I found out after my ordeal of being kidnapped with my buddies.

We are close, very close. Our shared ordeal make us tighter than brothers.

And I found out I like being restrained.

To experience that helplessness.

My power compromised.

Without control.

Bound and gagged.

You wait.

Brothers Bound

2011-10-10T08:47:00.000-07:00

They tied up our kid brothers first....

They were on their knees.

hey made them bend forward until their heads touched the ground.

They roped their arms behind their backs.

With strong hemp rope.

All the while we were under close guard.

I watched helplessly as they roped my kid brother.

He did not make a sound.

I knew I would also be tied up.

I tried to figure any way to compromise the ropes when them bound me, watching them tie up Mike.

Mike, 17, tough.

They roped his elbows first, above and below the bone, and yanked his arms behind his back until they formed into one. Tied then at the elbow, then the wrists, they looped the hemp around his upper arms, starting at the shoulder, around the biceps and then below the bicep.

They pulled him up.

Mike was soaked with sweat.

They taped his mouth.

Around his head.

Several times between his teeth.

Then around his mouth.

Silencing him.

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I tried to move my arms.

Impossible.

They were pulsing.

The rope was too tight.

I felt numb.

I will still on my knees and I watch them bind our big brothers up.

Their arms the same as ours.

And gagged like us too.

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They moved us, back to back with our brother. They tied our forearms and elbows together, then our wrists too.

We could not even try to struggle to escape. If we moved too much we would pull our arms out of our sockets.

They dumped us on the ground.

On our sides.

We lay their helpless.

They took our money.
Our cards.
Our phones.
Our jewelry
Our wallets.
And finally.

Our car.

And left us.

Bound and gagged.

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We struggled to our feet.

In the middle of nowhere.

Tied to my kid brother arm and arm.

Gagged.

I started to walk.

Tim walked backwards.

If I went to fast our arms pulled.

Like nails hammered into our sholder blades.

The six of us.

Marching.

The sky was dark.

It poured.

We were soaked.

The rain drenched the hemp.

It became tighter....

and coarser...

biting deep into skin, muscle and bone on our wrists and arms.

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We needed shelter.

The thunder was deafening.

It began to hail.

The hail beat us up.
With our arms roped we could not protect our heads.

Soon I felt I would drop.

Unconscious.

Until I spied an abandoned house on the prairie.

We ignored the hail lashing our chests as if we were strung up and horse whipped....

We stormed through the front door.

And collapsed onto the floor.

We were out, cold.

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I awoke upside down.
Cold water on my face.

I was in the air.

Swinging...

Still bound to my brother....

This time though our legs had been tied together...

And we were strung up by our ankles.

I heard screaming.

But I could no longer see.

My eyes were taped shut.

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The screaming got louder and louder.

I felt Mike jerking his body.

Then somebody ripped open my shirt.

I felt the knife.

Deep into my gut...

I screamed and screamed.....

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"What the fuck is the matter with you Tom?" Mike asked turning on the light.

I jumped up in bed.

Sweating.

Shaking.

I looked at my boy friend, Mike next to me.

"Had a bad dream. Like you were my brother and we were kidnapped with others and killed."

"Try to get back to sleep."

I lay back.

I could not believe how hard I was.

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"Still thinking about that dream," Mike asked, as we took a break.

"Yeah. It was so real."

"Tell me about it."

"Sure, tonight. But, can I tie you up first?"

"Tie me up? Was that part of the dream?"

"Yeah. But if you don't want me too..."

"Want you too? I've been trying to figure out how to ask you to tie me up for months!"

"I smiled."

"Home Depot after work. I need some rope and tape."

Mike just leaned back.

"And after that I tie you up."

Once again I smiled.

Boys having fun

2011-10-10T07:58:00.001-07:00

101011 JO Pic of the week - A few moments of rest before it starts up again

2011-10-10T05:09:00.000-07:00

I love this photo from the protest against Wall Street today in NYC

2011-10-05T14:26:00.001-07:00

Maybe an Arab Spring beings in the United States!

It's bad to loose

2011-10-03T08:05:00.000-07:00

We play tough.
We're motivated to win.
For the consequences of loosing are painful.

Roped. Gagged. Dumped.

It's bad to loose.

And me and my buddies did.

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We know the routine by heart.

You take the blindfold and put it over your eyes.

You shove the bandanna gag into your mouth.

You tape your mouth around your heads.

You put your hands behind your back.

They are crossed at the wrists and tied with cord.

You lay on the floor of the van.

And wonder..

Where will they dump you?

How will they leave you?

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I prepare myself for numb arms and cramped legs.

I know I am to be bound tight.

My arms behind my back next.

While in the van.

I feel it looped around my upper arm, just below my shoulder.

I feel it the same on my other arms.

I brace myself.

The yank.

I start to feel the numbness.

The hairs on my arms are on edge as the middle of my biceps is tied and yanked.

Then my elbows.

Then my forearms.

Numb arms.

Then on my knees. My torso circled dozens of times from my shoulder to my waist, tightly pulled with each turn, until I am a sweat mess of roped muscle.

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There go my shoes and socks.

There go my jeans.

I know they will turn me on my back for the binding of my legs.

They want the knots on top of my thighs and legs and feet.

So my hands can't reach the knots.

They start at my shorts.

Circled, and the ropes tightened between my limbs.

Down to the middle of my thighs.

My knees.

Above my calves.

At my calves.

Around my ankles.

Then flipped on my belly. Legs are bent. Ankles hogtied to my wrists.

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We ride in the bounding can bound and gagged.

When we arrive the sweaty bandanna over our eyes is pushed up to our foreheads.

A steel rod is put under our hogtied ankles and wrists.

Two of them lift us up and carry us into their destination.

I feel like a piece of meat just from the slaughter as I hang, my head down, and carried in.

I see the place for our prison.

I am dropped hard onto the dirt floor.

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I am dragged to the center beam. They grab me and put my hogtied body on my knees, my chest against the beam. They lash me to it. Each of my three buddies get the same, until the four of us are bound to the four sides of the beam. You can't fall back for the amount of rope lashing you to the beam. Your knees burn from the dirt floor. They tape your eyes.

They slap you a bit.

Tickle your feet a bit to taunt you.

And then you are left.

Helpless.

Impossible to escape.

Our rules say you will be left tied up for a lest an hour but no more the 48 hours.

Depending on the winning team.

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So you endure.

And wait.

And to keep from going mad...

You plan in your mind your revenge and how you are going to the them up the next time we play and we win.

100311 JO Pic of the week - KIDNAPPED DAY # 2

2011-10-03T05:30:00.000-07:00

Two Million Hits since August 2010 !

2011-10-01T09:36:00.000-07:00

Amazing. Thanks guys. Kirkone!

HUNT

2011-09-30T06:50:00.000-07:00

They never returned from the party.

A day latter their car was found...

Hidden in the brush.

But there was no sign of them.

Their fraternity filed a missing person's report.

They began to put posters all over the place.....

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Make the ropes tighter on them.
And Gag them.
They will be here for a while.
Maybe for the rest of their lives.

They pulled Eric's hair, forcing his head back. Eric shook his head NO, refusing the gag. They kicked him in his ribs. He mouth opened unwillingly.

The shoved the balled up rope into his mouth.

He was taped.

They got to work on him.
Roping him up.
Tortured tight.
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Omar just grunted in frustration.
"You like being tied up boy?"
The gag prevented him from speaking his mind.
He mumbled. He flipped his middle finger from his bound hands.
That was a mistake.
Two of them had just circled the rope around his elbows.
FUCK YOU they said.
And then the two of them pulled the ropes.
Like a tug of war.
Omar dropped his sign of protest.
His arms yanked together behind his back.
He did not want to show weakness.
He was supervised how loud he could scream while being gagged.

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They finished tying up Dylan's wrists and arms, behind him and lashed to his torso. His eyes had been taped. He heard the grunts of the others. He smelt the burning plastic, wondering what it was. Someone was sitting on his legs. Then he felt the fire.

He squirmed and buck as he felt his skin burn. He smelt burnt plastic and hair.
They melted the knots that bound his wrists and elbows together.
He had thought of getting to his buddies and working the knots free.
Now the sticky glob had given second degree burns to his arms and wrists.

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Mike lay on his back.
Bound.
Gagged.
Blind.

He though about many things.
Especially his life.
Will they torture me?
Why are they doing this to me.
Why did they not tie my legs?
What was their plan for them.
I WANT TO GO HOME, the 21 year old moaned.
He realized for the first time.
He was afraid.

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They pulled the tape off of Kyle's eyes.
As his eyes focused he saw his buddies.
Stripped to the waist.
Bound from shoulders to abs with tight ropes.
Gagged.
Bodies glistening with sweat.

He was hungry.
Thirsty.
He had been bound for 24 hours.

Kyle and the others looked around.

They had been taken to a place deep in the woods.
The sun was rising.

Their kidnappers was there.
Masked as always. Armed.

Run.
Run.
Run.

Kyle and the others.

Running.

They ran after the first shots.

Deep in the woods.

Running bound and gagged.

It was a hunt.

A hunt for them.

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We tried to stay together.
We would stop and fumble the ropes.
Now we know why they melted the knots.

Our arms were raw.
We could not speak.

We used our eyes.

We decided to separate.

Maybe one of us could get help.

It felt like my best friends just died.

I ran for my life away from them.

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I saw the tent.
Isolated.
I went to it and began to kick it.
I moaned.

No sound from within.

I felt dizzy.
No food or water now for nearly 48 hours.
Bound.
Bleeding.
My knees bucked.

I collapsed.

A voice.
Hands holding my head.

Pulling the coarse rope out of my mouth.

WHO DID THIS TO YOU BOY?

An old man.

With a gun.

Was cutting me free.

I tried to speak.
He gave me water.

I quickly explained our terror plight.

"I'll take care of it," he said.

My arms were free.
I stumbled after him.

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My leg.
My leg.

Kyle went down.

The bullet went through the back of his right thigh and come out the front of his jeans.

He was kicked over.

He looked up at the gun pointing at him.

Kyle was whimpering in his gag.
Begging.
He cocked the weapon.
Kyle closed his eyes.

A loud bang echoes in the woods.

Kyle gasped.

He heard a thud.

He opened his eyes.

There was an old man....
And Eric.........

Cut your buddy free, the old man said, and give me some of the rope for a tourniquet here. Use the other to tie up that one. I'll tourniquet his leg. Then find your buddies. Oh yeah, I know that one. I call him the nut. I'm sure he had a phone or something we can use to call for help.

Eric quickly bound him.

The old man took the gag out of Kyle's mouth and freed him from his bounds.

Kyle grabbed on to him.

And wept.

Its ok boys. When we find your friends and free them we'll hunt up the rest of your kidnappers.

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Kyle finished binding Eric.
Good job the old man said.
OK you boys got the guns?
Kyle gagged Eric.
Run sucker.

RUN SUCKER
RUN
The old man taunted.

Eric took off, bound, into the woods.

OK boys, let's play paintball the old man said.

And the hunt began.

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Terror

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Roped.
Gagged.
Kidnapped.

I've never been roped before.

Me and my brothers.

Striped to the waist.

My hands cuffed behind my back. Cuffs not flexible. Locked critically tight, down to the bone.

What seemed like miles of rope..

Circled dozens of times around my chest, forcing my upper arms deep into my sides,

Then the cuffs, with my wrists, tied and pulled up. My triceps bulged into the rope. My head, pulled back and my wrists tied to my neck by the same rope.

Pantsed. Each leg bent. Tied bent. Ankle to thighs, calves to thigh. Legs pushed together. Large toes ties together.

Mouths stuffed with our torn shirts.

Taped.

Gag deep down my throat.

Gagging sounds.

I felt like I was choking.

Dumped belly down on the old seats of the abandoned bus.

Rope from ankles bound to neck.

Helpless.

Small finger cut off.

Screams from me and the others as we were mutilated.

Fingers sent to our parents.

With note.

$4 million ransom or more fingers, toes, ears, eyes, balls will be coming.......

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It could have been worse. We only each lost a finger. And they were caught.

And we all testified against them.

And now....

Me the oldest...

I bind my brothers and gag them....

And I have creative ways to terrorize them....

But nothing will ever be like the day we were kidnapped.
Roped.
Cut.

Nothing can ever redo that terror.

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