070119 JO Pic of the week: Now that they're tied up we'll take them with us.

Wondering

Their arms were stressed....
tightly bound together
with rope behind their backs.

They had been stripped to
their waists, to have the ropes
on their bare skin ... 

...trying to work the ropes free only made them dig deeper into
their bodies.

Their coach watched
helplessly as they bound
all the boys.

Then he surrendered his arms for the ropes.

They tied him extra tight.

He found it hard to believe
how compromised were
his muscles!

When the finished
binding their arms and legs, they were
taped.....

Blindfolding and
gagging them.

062419 JO Pic of the week: DUMPED after the ransom is paid

The new foreman and the summer help

The boys put their arms behind their backs.  He tied them tight, tighter then they expected, at their elbows and wrists.  He took some tape, covered their eyes, and, after stuffing a bandanna into their mouths, covered it with more tape.  He marched the bound boys to his truck, put them on their bellies, and bound their ankles with more rope.

With the boys secured in the back of his truck, he began to drive, counting in his head how much money he would make as the innocent boys tested their ropes.


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His plan was simple....
He would tied the boys wrists behind their backs to their waists, so their arms would not rip off their bodies.  Then he would rope around their biceps and hoist them, leaving the hanging by their arms
until the ransoms were paid.

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I was dragged out of the truck, and stood standing.
I already knew it would take a lot of work to escape, but I wondered why he was still tying me up.  He looped rope around my tied crossed wrists and circled my waist with it.  "Smart," I thought.  "Less movement possible in my hands."  He grabbed my upper arms and dragged me into some building.  He began to circle ropes around each of my upper arms, around my biceps and triceps.  I began to get scared as he pulled my shirt over my head, baring my chest.  He took a thick Sharpie and wrote the number "1" across my chest and belly.  Something was wrong.  I began to protest in my gag when suddenly I was off the floor, hanging from my arms, my feet dangling in the air!

Hanging from my arms I realized it was all a set-up.  We had been abducted.  Were we kidnapped or was he some serial killer and we were to be his victims?

Now the sweat poured down my chest, blurring the large number "2" painted across it.

I was whimpering in terror.

I thought my arms would be torn from my body.  

He took photos.

Told us we were kidnapped.

That one of us would die at midnight by hanging from a noose.

He told us he began to throw dice.

He said "Number 3!"

That was the number painted on my chest!

He pulled my hair back and screamed into my face.  "YOU WON!  YOU'LL HANG AT MIDNIGHT!  PRAY THEY PAY THE RANSOM."

All I could do was gag scream in terror as my buddies whimpered in fear.

Drugged. Bound. Taken.

The beer was
drugged.
Soon the fraternity brothers
were unconscious.
It was quick work
to rope their arms behind their backs at the wrists, elbows and biceps, and tie their ankles.
A rag stuffed in their mouths and duct tape made a perfect gag!

We were dumped into a van.  I began to go in and out of consciousness.  My head was splitting... when I began to slowly realize I could not move my hands to my head, and that somebody had tied me up.

We were somewhat awake as they dragged us
in.  They circled my chest and then my belly tightly with ropes, roped my thighs, pulled my legs back and tied my ankles to my neck.

Hognecked.
Unable to move.
Tied up with ropes.
Gagged.

We watched as the closed
the metal doors of our prison, plunging us into
darkness, with nobody to hear our terrified gagged screams.

061719 JO Pic of the week: Hell Week Begins

The Carter Boys

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They hung from their wrists.
Their elbows had been bound together behind their heads, forcing their gagged faces to stare at the ground.  Their biceps were lashed to their necks.  If the moved their arms they could choke. Their sweat dripped from their chins making puddles on the old dirt floor.  

Their legs had been bound and their ankles crossed and tied on their boots.  Their legs were then bent back and their boots were hogtied to their elbows.   Each had a camera in front of him, live streaming a ransom demand to their father.

The boys hung.  Blood trickled down their arms as the ropes had cut through their wrists.  Their necks were raw.  After several hours they panicked.  They started to scream in their gags and squirm in their bonds, only causing the ropes to cut deep into their elbows and bound biceps.

Exhausted, they stopped.  All they could do was hang by their wrists and drip sweat as the awaited the payments of the ransoms.

Frat robbery

They 
taped
the 
boys
up!

Each of the
fraternity
brothers
were bound
and gagged.

One by
one they 
were made
helpless.

Finally they totally taped them.  When all the fraternity brothers were neutralized, then they
robbed the place.


When they left the struggles began!

Ambushed!

They were

held by their

arms, beaten in their guts, and kicked in their 

balls.

Billy offered no resistance at the began to tie him up.  Hurting still from his beating, he would give them no excuse to beat him again. He was kneeling on the ground, sweating in the hot sun.

He felt the ropes being weaved around his arms behind his back:  at his shoulders, around his biceps, over and under his elbows, around his forearms, then his wrists, finally around his chest and gut.

He watched as his friends were also tied up.