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.....