The rich kids

 

"Make it tighter Jason!"  Their new personal trainer was roping their crossed wrists behind their backs.  They wanted to test themselves.  "I don't want to hurt you boys."  "We can take it.  Make it tight!"  He tugged on the rope as he wove it around their wrists and in between.  "There.  Now lay on your bellies, I'm going to tie your feet."  It was awkward, with their hands tied behind their backs to get onto the floor, but with a hard 'thump' they landed face down.  He roped up their feet.  "Now I'm going to take some tape and blind you, so close your eyes."  

 He pushed the roll of tape over their eyes and started circling their heads, blindfolding and gagging them.  "Oh I forgot to tell you I was going to silence you too.  Don't want you to help each other."  There was a reluctant nod of the tied up boys' heads now that they were bound, blindfolded and gagged.

"Now on last thing."  He shoved the knock out drug into each of their right shoulders.  It was cold.  They realized something was wrong.  They started to squirm a bit until.....   motionless and helpless he dragged them to the basement garage and dumped them into his trunk.  "Sorry rich kids.... you've been kidnapped!"



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All Ryan could feel was his pounding head and the sweat truckling down his chest.  He could not feel his arms or legs, but he knew they were lashed together behind his back.  He flexed his powerful muscles:  PAIN.... POUNDING PAIN went through his biceps.  He realized how they were tied.... biceps a scant few inches apart and forearms forced together.   His hamstrings were cramping.  He figured his legs were bent, his ankles tied to his wrists and he was on his back, his body mass crushing his arms and legs.  He turned onto his side when he heard the sound of an electric razor.  "So your awake.  Good.  Time to give you boys a haircut.  See, your parents when proof we have you.  So hold still!"
Ryan cursed and screamed in the gag as he sheared his head.  "Time to shear your buddies, than its video time!"

Dustin was gasping for breath!
His ankles were tied a few inches from his wrists.  A hook has been put on the ropes between them and he was hoisted up.  His shoulders were being torn from their sockets as he hung, arms pulled up and back behind him, body bent downward, sweat dripping from his face.  His hair chopped up, blood squirting from their ropes around his biceps and wrists, they made a video to send along with his hair to his parents.

Greg never stopped fighting the ropes!  Even as they cut off his hair and hung him up he struggled to get free.  Since he was shirtless, they decided they would brake him.  Dropping him down, cutting the hogtie than stringing him up by his feet, they beat his abs with a bat until they turned purple and Greg hung there, now broken and defeated.

Left hogtied on the floor, all they could do was to endure and wait and hope the ransom would quickly be paid.