Rough rope

Eighteen year old Ryan was terrified. Jumped as he left the gym, put in the back of a van, forced to strip to his shorts and having his wrists bound.

Now he was being blindfolded and tied up.

He wondered why he had to strip to his shorts.  Were they going to torture him.  "Please don't hurt me," he pleaded. 

He soon discovered why he was stripped. 

The rope!!!


The rope was like a saw, like sand paper!
As the bound his arms and chest the rope burn became more and more a rope torture.

"YOU ARE HURTING ME!!!!" he screamed.

A strong gag shut off his words.

Now bound arms wrists and torso, they began on his ankles and thighs.  Ryan was gag screaming when the pushed him to the floor.  On his belly the pulled his legs back and roped his ankles to his neck.

It was then he realized he really was kidnapped....


And if he moved or struggled the rope would saw through his skin.

043018 JO Pic of the week: Redneck Ransom

The puddle

"Come on man.  Those things hurt.
Don't make it so tight.  Your're
torturing me!!!!"

They put five of the cuffs up Mike's arms behind his back.  One was just at his shoulders, a second bound his biceps, a third above his elbows forcing his forearms together which were help by a forth and finally the last at his wrists.

"Please. Please.  It's cutting through my skin.  It's too tight."

"GAG THIS SON OF A BITCH!!!"



They shoved a balled up rag down the boys's throat.  Thick and wide duct tape circled his mouth.  Then the duct taped around his chest and gut, zip tied his thighs, knees, calves and legs and went to work on the other two captives.

The three of us were lying on the ground, all bound up.
We were on our backs, so our weight pressed down
on the plastic ties increasing the torture.

Testing the bounds, I discovered that any movement of my arms or wrists made deep cuts into my muscle.

So I lay still.

They had removed my shoes and socks when they bound my ankles.

Now, being photographed for the ransom, they took a belt and took a few swats on the soles of my feet.  Desperately trying to get away, I tried to bend my feet. 

"Soon you will be strung up buy those feet boy!"

They took our ankles and bound the three of us together at our feet.  Then they hoisted us up.

As they videoed they beat our feet with the belt.

Then, hanging upside down,  they roped around our necks.

"You boys are on a live feed.  Your parents will see you suffering.  It should motivate them to quickly make the transfers.  When they do we will cut you down and tell them where you are."

All we could do was endure and watch the sweat and blood pour from our bodies into one large puddle below us.

Double Crossed

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The parents of the boys watched as the blindfold was put over Sebastian's eyes...
A ball gag was put into his mouth


Then his body began to jerk violently as his gagged screams and the screams of his fraternity buddies got louder and louder. 

Best buds kidnapped!

Jason was trembling as he watched the kidnappers bind his friends. Pulling his arms behind his back, they removed his watch and bound them:  elbows and wrists.  Circling rope around his chest, his upper arms were lashed to his sides.  Now on his knees, they tied his thighs and wrists, pushed him forward so he fell onto his gut, they hogtied his ankles and wrists and taped up his head.

Benny made the mistake of struggling with the kidnappers as the ties him up, so they gave the boy a full roping. Now hogtied, numb and cramped, all Benny could do was sweat.

Then they lashed up Dakota. 

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Yeah, it was fucking hell.  I laid there
with my buddies hogtied.
We were like that for 36 hours.
There was no way of getting out.

Finally the ransom was paid and we were rescued.

So my buddies and I now play a game called challenge.  And see that rope....

Guess what?

I'm going to be kidnapped, but this time
I better get free or else!!!!!!!!

042318 JO Pic of the week: Captured Marines

The sign

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I got down on my knees.

The one with the blond hair put the butt of his rifle down my throat.

The one wearing the bandanna tied my wrists while the one with the bat weaved rope between my arms just above my elbows.

Then the two of them grabbed the rope ends and jerked, forcing my forearms together, shredding my skin.

I was screaming but he just push the butt of the gun further down my throat.

He pulled the gun out, and I reflexively puked.

A kick in my back made me crash to the ground.

With one of them pushing his boot into my bound elbows, he weaved more rope just above my biceps, at the shoulder, and again the two of the heaved the ends.

Now I could scream as I felt the ropes cut deep into my muscle and my shoulders dislocating.

They turned me onto my back, ripped off part of my shirt, and shoved it into my mouth.

Then they duct taped me head, gagging me.

Binding my legs just above my thighs and at my ankles,

I was dumped into the truck.

The one with the bat pulled me out of the truck and put me over his shoulder.

He carried me into the old barn.

He dumped me onto the floor.  Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to my knees and circled my whole torso with more ropes.  By now I was numb and dripping sweat from my head and blood from my
arms.  Throwing a rope over a beam in the rafters, he tied the two ends around my neck until I
at the point of choking.

 He ripped my shirt off, took the bat, and starting beating me.  He hit my gut, my chest and the back of my arms.  NO TRESPASSING!!! NO TRESPASSING!!! he kept screaming as the thuds continued and the sweat sprayed from my face.  When he finally broke one of my ribs, I slumped, choked, and then everything went dark!

When we finally gained consciousness the three of us, still bound and gagged, had been dumped by the river.  I turned my body as best as I could and put my arms in the water.  What a relief!!!

I turned to one of my friends and crawled as best I could and got my
face in his bound hands.  He pulled off my gag.  Blood came out of
my mouth.  I spit it out.

I could hardly speak, but I told him my plan.  I got my teeth onto the knots holding his wrists and elbows fast and began to pull them loose.  Soon he was able to have leverage in his lower.  I turned my
back toward him and he was able to untie me.  My hands and arms were trembling.  Puss oozed from the rope burns. 

I untied my friends.

We stumbled to our feet, put our arms around each other and began to walk for help, until I tripped and looked down, and in the dirt....

12 hours

041618 JO Pic of the week: Working the Ropes