040119 JO Pic of the week: Frat Initiations

Kidnapped

And so they lay there in their bounds,

terrified,

in a pool of sweat

Listening to the kidnappers make plans on how to get rid of them.

The hired hands

They roped the boys up.

Their arms were tightly lashed together behind their backs.  Their wrists were crossed and tied.  Ropes circled their torsos, forcing their forearms into their spines and cutting into the muscle of their upper arms.

A bandanna blindfolded  them.  One was shoved into their mouths, while a third between their teeth and around their heads gagged them.

They marched them to the truck, dumped them into the carry, and tied their ankles together.
The covered the back with a tight tarp and drove for hours through the woods, the bound men bumping into each other as the carry became a sweat box.

The pulled Jimmy, the owner's son and the youngest out first, checked his ropes for tightness.  He was thrown over one of their kidnapper's shoulders and dumped
into the old cabin.

Dumping them on their bellies they bound their thighs, knees and calves, and, bending their legs backs bound their tied feet to their necks.

Their they lay, hognecked, soaked with sweat, 

they helplessly listened...

032519 JO Pic of the week: Few options left.

Cold Sweat

King sat in the chair next to his best friend Mike.
He put his arms behind and and tried to stay calm as they tied him up.

He and his teammates were tough.  He knew they could take this.  But the ropes were tight on his arms and wrists, and they hurt.  The cloth stuffed in his mouth was sickening, but he controlled himself as he was taped.

He looked at Jason.  He knew they were in deep shit.

Jason was trying to control his panic.  To be
bound and
gagged and loose control terrified him.  He closed his eyes as they roped him, controlling his
breathing. All he could think about was how long he had to be tied up like this.

Jess was the last one to be bound.  With the 4 young me now tied up and gagged, they made
the ransom demands:  $2 million dollars each.

They taped their eyes and left them to wait as they broke out into a cold sweat.

031819 JO Pic of the week: It's going to be a long night

Awaiting their fates

They lay in the dirt.
Their arms bound tortuously behind their backs.
They looked at each other sweaty, contorted faces.

They were not just tied up.

It was revenge torture!

Their crossed bound wrists had been pushed up their backs to their necks.  When their elbows touched, they were tied together.  After roping their forearms,  they took a steel bar and put it under their biceps and across their wrists.

They bound my upper arms to it, cutting deep into the muscle, as my veins were popping through my skin.  Pulling me by the hair to me knees, they tightly circled my whole torso with rope.  Back on my belly, they pulled my bound legs back, and hogtied me...
...my ankles to roped between my teeth and around my head, my neck pulled back adding to the agony. 
Now, trussed up and unable to move, they left us.

Numbness reduced the pain.
We screamed until we were
exhausted.

We just looked into each others eyes.

Darkness came.  The temperature dropped.
Our shirts were soaked with sweat.

Shivering and freezing, we realized how helpless and hopeless we were.

We closed our eyes... awaiting our fates.

031119 JO pic of the week: Caught Trespassing

Going mad.

They lay on their backs on their arms.
Their arms were bound behind their backs at the wrists and above the elbows.
Parts of their shirts were ripped and shoved down their throats.
Rope between their teeth and around their heads secured the gag.




Their shoes and socks were removed, and their ankles were tied up. So were their knees. They rope tortured him. They lifted Billy's torso, weaved rope between his upper arms and around his chest.   They circled rope around his bound wrists and around his gut, tightening it until it cut into his skin,  immobilizing his hands and 
                                   arms.

They videoed Jesse as the put a plastic bag over his head.  Jesse was struggling and jerking his body as they laughed.  His muscular arms were straining against the ropes.  At the point of suffocation, they ripped the bag off his head.  Jesse gasped for air.


They strung up Billy and Jesse by their ankles.

When they had Paolo strung up, they did the plastic bag torture to him. The camera kept recording as the clear bag was sucked to the counters of his face, his eyes wide in terror.

When the ripped the bag off his head, Paolo threw up.

They pounded Andrew with their fists and his chest and gut.  He swayed back and forth, spraying sweat from his face.

The beat him until the breaking point, until he
gasped for breath.




As they now hung helpless.
Their captors came to each of them and began to tickle their bare soles.

It was then they began to realized that they were going mad.

030419 JO Pic of the week: "Now what do I do?"