Caught trying to escape

Eric and Justin were desperately trying to get to each other.

They had worked the ropes that tied them for hours with no luck.

All they were able to achieve was to push the duct tape around their eyes up to their foreheads.

Eric tried it first.... he turned his hogtied body around and, though he was on his back he ignored the cramps that formed in his thighs and turned again on his belly.   Justin did the same and after many attempts their bodies were close enough that they used their numb fingers to.....


The kicks to their balls....

To their sides.....

They were caught trying to untie each other.

Now they would pay.

They kicked Justin back on his belly.  His crossed wrists were tightly tied to his ankles.  They cut the hogtie, bent the 18 year olds legs, and tied his ankles to his thighs.  Weaving rope between his upper arms, that pulled his arms together so that his biceps were a scant few inches apart

Dropping a strong rope from the rafters, they tied it onto the rope between his biceps, and hoisted him up until his knees
were on the wooden floor.

Bent forward, his arms out from his back, he thought his shoulders would tear off his body.  The sweat dripped from his nose onto the floor.

Once they got Eric strung up facing Justin, they ripped of their shirts to bear there chests.  Then they bent their bodies back and shoved them together, chest to chest.

Tying their sweaty torsos together, they yanked up on to the ropes from the rafters until they were hoisted off the floor.

Their heads bent onto each others' collar bone.

Their heads were taped together.



They left them hanging in agony.

062518 JO Pic of the week: The Rich Kid

061818 JO Pic of the week: Awaiting his fate

061118 JO Pic of the week: Left helpless

Two million dollars

JAKE & JOSH RILEY

 Jake and Josh had no choice but to surrender their arms behind their backs.  They were outnumbered and out gunned.

Ambushed.

They had their truck
And now they had them.

They crossed their wrists.  The rope circled their wrists and tied between their hands, the knot behind their hands.  The knew what they were doing.  The knot impossible to reach with their numbing fingers.

Tight.

One grabbed their forearms and pushed them together while another tied off their elbows
 just above the joint.

Their forearms changed to a blue tint as the blood was cut off.  Their veins were popping through their skin.

Already sweat soaked from standing under the hot sun, the sweat ran in rivulets down their faces and chests.

The were marched to the back of their pickup and climbed in.

They turned onto their backs, their body weight not pressing down on their tortured arms.

Their feet were tied.

Their shirts were torn.  Part was used as a blindfold. The rest was used as a gag.

One of their abductors climbed into the truck.

"Don't you boys fucking move or I will blow your heads off!"

They drove off.

Their guard tormented the bound brothers by tickling their bellies with the butt of his rifle.

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We could not see.  But I knew we were driving on back dirt roads.  The truck bumped as we drove, only causing waves of agony on our arms.  "What the fuck are they going to do to us.  Why did the tie us up  They could have left us.  Are we hostages?  Are we being kidnapped?  The way my arms are bound is like torture."

As these thoughts ran through Jake's head the truck stopped.  He was grabbed, put over somebody's shoulder, carried into a building that has a creaky wooden floor and
dumped on the floor.

They put him on his knees and began to rope together his biceps.  The strain on his shoulders made him gag scream.  Then the roped up his whole torso, from his neck to his belly, tied his thighs and knees and calves.

"There making me into a rope mummy," he thought.

Shivering in fear in a cold sweat.

When they finished roping me up, they took duct
tape and tightly taped up our eyes and mouths.

They they dragged me until I was kneeling face to face with
Jake.

They began to tape us together, from our necks down to our hips, making us rope and tape mummies. 

Kicking us we crashed onto our sides.

They bent my legs back, and tied my ankles to Jake's neck!

My ankles were hogtied to his.







"Guess you boys figured out we're holding you for ransom.  You better hope your family pays quickly, or...."

They poured gasoline over the bound brothers, now knowing what their fate will be if their family could not raise two million dollars.

060418 jo Pic of the week: Kidnapped