033020 JO Pic of the week: Social Distancing

Failed escape

They slammed young Billy down to the floor, grabbing his hair and smashing his face.  One grabbed his forearms and pushed them together behind his back while another roped his wrists and elbows together, and, weaving rope around his upper arms, yanked his biceps as close together as possible.  Pulling him up by his hair, they circled his torso with ropes, kicked his legs out from under him, causing him to again crash to the floor.  Then they roped his legs and ankles.

Ryan struggled.  This was his mistake.  When they had tied up, they beat the crap out of him, punching and kicking him until he was knocked out cold.  They hognecked his ankles to his neck, and he lay there, bleeding, sweating and breathing heavy.  With no mercy they ductaped his sweaty face, blinding and gagging him.

When they finally got Jesse bound, they moved the helpless hognecked boys together, so that their heads toughed.  There they bound their three necks together.

"That will teach you to try to escape."

There they were left... unable to move, terrified and hopeless.

032320 JO Picture of the week: Forced Quarantine

The tornado cellar

"We staying here for a while.  I don't want to kill you boys, but we're going to tie you up so you don't give us any trouble."

The tornado shelter would be a perfect place to lock up the bound brothers.

There was a large supply of tie down rope in their work shed.  They would bind the brother with it and melt the knots, making escape impossible.

They roped their arms behind their backs, at the biceps, elbows forearms and wrists.  Then they circled their torsos, no-way they could even move their arms.

They took their undershirts, made gags for them, and tied the rope between their teeth, around their heads, and melting the gag rope in front of their mouths.

They marched them down the cellar door steps, closed the top, and locked it.

They were plunged into darkness.

They groped each other's arms and wrists, picking at the knots, but, melted it was impossible.

They climbed the steps and with their bound arms and backs against the cover, banged their bodies against it...  only to scrape their flesh raw.

Finally, they just lay their, cold, hungry and thirsty, pissing and shitting in their pants, as hours turned into days.

031620 JO Pic of the week: Corona Virus Bored

Kidnapped High School Senior Wrestlers

"They hijacked the van and we have been kidnapped.  We're kept tied up, blindfolded and gagged.  They want $1 million from the school board for each of us... or they will kill us by putting a plastic bag over our heads.  They will live stream as we suffocate."

Hands appeared and pushed the bandanna over Ryan's eye.  A knotted bandanna and shoved between his teeth, gagging him.  The video went black, and printed instructions appeared on the 
screen.

There wrists were tightly bound behind their backs.  Blindfolded and gagged, they were helpless as their legs were kick out and they crashed onto the floor. Each of the boys had been forced to strip to the waist, exposing their skin to the rough ropes.  Jesse was turned onto his belly.  The kidnappers knew they boys were very strong, so the worked the ropes around their arms to immobilize them.  When they finished, Jesse's biceps were a scant few inches apart, and ropes weaved from his shoulders, down his upper arms,  around his elbows and forearms, down to his wrists.  The ropes pressed into his muscle, and his veins were popping though his skin.

With his arms neutralized behind his back, they circled Josh's upper body a dozen times with the rope, from his pecs to his cut, pulling tightly after each turn. The ropes dug into his breast muscle, and pushed his belly into his torso.  It pushed his forearms and wrists deep into his spinal cord.  Josh glistened with a cold sweat and sweat trickled from every pore in his body.

The finished off by binding their legs:  thighs, knees, calves and crossed ankles.  Their legs were beet back, and their crossed wrists and ankles were lashed together





The four of them lay their bound in their hogties, listening to the negotiations with the school board, and the sound of rustling plastic bags.

030920 JO Pic of the week: "Now what do I do?"

Left to sweat

They sat cross-legged on the floor, back to back.
Each of their arms had been bound at the elbows and wrists.  Their wrists, made into fists, were taped.

Their upper arms were bound to each others, as well as their elbows and wrists.

Their cross-legs were tied, at their ankles, and around their thighs and shins.

Their tee shirts we pulled up their chests, covering their faces, duct taped in place around their eyes and mouths.

They head were pulled back, and tape together, cheek-to-cheek.

Sweat trickled down their hairy chests and bellies.

Their arms pounded with numbness.

Their hamstrings cramped.

Left tied up.

They struggled.

They wrenched their shoulders from their torsos and screamed in agony in their gags.

Finally, they gave in.

And sat, motionless, a low groan coming from deep within....

Left to feel the sweat trickle down their chests.

030220 JO Pic of the week: The intruder just left