The Ramos Boys

They began at their crossed wrists.  The circled the rope around their wrists and tightened it in-between.  The moved the rope to their elbows and forced them together.  Finally the weaved it between their upper arms, stressing their shoulders, and circled it around their torsos from their pecs to the waists.  It pierced their skin and muscle, but the gags kept their screams muffled.

They sat the brothers down, and put them crossed-legged.  The roped their ankles together and bound each leg, thigh to shin.

They broke out into a cold sweat.

Putting a rope around their necks, they bent their bodies forward and tied the rope to their ankles.



They they removed their shoes and socks.

They tickled their feet for hours, recording their squirming bodies and muffled gasps.  The rope rope around their necks tightened from their struggles, and their were making laughing coughs.


Finally they stopped.








Drenched with sweat and in agony from the binding ropes, their bet position, and the tickle torture, they listened as they made the ransom demands to their father.

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The new coach

Mike was bouncing around in the back of the Jeep.
He was struggling to free his hands from the rope. "It was stupid to let the new coach tie me up!"  Firsts his wrists, then the tape over his eyes and mouth.  Helpless, the coach pounded on his gut until Mike collapsed on the floor.  He tied his ankles and hauled him to the back of his Jeep, tying his ankles to his wrists.

Mike's fingers clawed at the coarse, rough rope on his wrists.  He could feel his skin was moist with blood oozing from under the ropes.  He ignored the pain and fought his bonds, getting nowhere.  Now laying in a pool of sweat, he awaited his fate, realizing he had been kidnapped.

Ryan was bound to a steel metal chair.  He was unable to move.  The coach left him, telling him he was bringing his best friend Mike to join him.

He had struggled for hours only to tighten the ropes more around his biceps bound to the sides of the chair.  He searched for the knots around his wrists, realizing that he tied them behind his hands, impossible for his fingers to reach.    The ropes crisscrossed his torso, pushing him tight against the back of the chair.  His ankles were roped to each of the front legs of the chair, and his knees and thighs tied together.  The gag was deep in his mouth.  He shook his head to get the sweat out of his eyes when he saw the coach drag in Mike and bind him to a chair.

Tighter and tighter the ropes bound Mike.  He felt him circling the rope around his triceps, and tightening it between the side of the chair and his biceps.  His arms went numb.  Sweat dripped down his shirt as his torso was roped. 

Finally, he ripped the tape off his eyes.  They widened in terror as he say his best friend Ryan bound and gagged with him.

He blindfolded the boys again with tape, and slapped them around a bit.  He checked their ropes, and left.  One more would be needed before he made his ransom demands.  He left them struggling in vain, gagged screaming for help.

He brought Paolo in, bound hand and foot, and dumped him on the floor.  He ripped the tape off of Mike and Ryan's eyes so they could watch him tying Paolo to the chair.  When Paolo was powerless, he moved the three boys next to each other.

Then the conference call began.

I got your muscle boys all roped up.
Take a look....
They are helpless. All they can do is sweat and wait.
My demands will follow by text.
I do plan to torture them if you don't pay up.....

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Bound broken arms

"Put your arms behind your backs boys.  We're going to tie you up and take you along with the truck as insurance."

The tie down rope made an excellent bond.  Not only did it restrain their crossed wrists, but, tied as tight as they could, it tortured their wrists.


They was put face down in the back of the truck.  Their ankles were bound.  They were hogtied, ankles to wrists.

Utility tape made a perfect blindfold and gag for the three men.

They covered the back of the truck with the black tarp, over the bound men.

The hot sun beat down on the tarp.  They were bound and gagged in a sweat box, bouncing along deserted back roads.

When they finally reached the hideout, they were unconscious and dehydrated.

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They cut Shawn's hogtie and pulled him out of the truck.  They ripped the tape off of his mouth and gave him some water to drink.  He was then taped again. They grabbed him by his arms and brought him into the dilapidated cabin.  They roped his elbows together, causing him to scream in agony in his gag.   Then they strung him up by his elbows to the crossbeams in the roof.  He hung by his arms, shoulders dislocating, body bowed down, sweat dripping from his body onto the wooden floor.

Ryan made gasping sound with each breath.  He felt waved of delirium as he moved in and out of consciousness.  Pounding waves of pain throbbed down his spine and collar bone.  He hung.  He would hear an anguished groan coming from his buddies until he realized it was coming from deep inside of himself. Finally his upper arms broke from the strain.

"After an eternity they decide to take the truck and leave us.  They cut us down but left our arms and ankles bound.  We were able to peel the tape off our our heads, and free our feet, but our arms were bound too tight.  Our lips were cracked and our mouths were dry.  We were parched with thirst... every word was difficult.  But we decided to make a run for it...

...through the deep woods with bound broken arms.

The timer

Mr. Morgan.  We got your boys.
They are tied up with rope tightly, and are stressed.
You have 24 hours to follow our demands,
or we will hang them by their necks until they are
DEAD!


The rags shoved down their throats was causing a gagging reflex... the brother knew they could choke on their own puke.  The duct tape that surrounded their heads tightly kept the rag in their mouths, both gagging and blindfolding them.

The rough rope tightly bound their crossed wrists behind their backs, the rope biting their wrists, their hands purple from the constriction of the ropes.

The rope from their wrists went under their legs and was tied around their bellies, crushing their balls.

A thick branch had been placed above their upper backs, and each upper arm was tied to it, above and below their biceps, and twisted until the veins in their arms were popping through their skin.

Each of their legs were bent and tied, shin to thigh, causing their legs to cramp.

Their ankles, tied together, were tethered to their wrists, so, if they moved their legs, they would crush their balls.

Their hair was matted with sweat, their shirts saturated with sweat, their arms and wrists oozing blood....

They put nooses around their necks, and tightened them to the point of choking.....

Started the live feed.....

And set the timer for Mr. Morgan....

040520 JO Pic of the week: Bound and Dumped