113020 JO Pic of the week: Desperate

 

The Trap

Their crossed wrists were tied behind their backs.

Their ankles were bound.

They lay on their arms on the floor.

A strip of duct tape covered their eyes and mouths.

The squirmed to free their hands.

It was a workout like they never experienced before.

They broke out into a sweat.

The smell was sickening.

The rag was shoved over their faces.

Their bodies bucked.

In a few moments, however, they were still.

The coach's accomplices appeared.

Carried, the unconscious bound boys were dumped into the back of a van.

The trap worked.

They were kidnapped!

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They were strung up.

The cold water splashed on they shocked them into consciousness. Their heads were splitting in pain.  Nauseous, they though they would puke in their gags.  Their arms and shoulders beat with pain.

Their bound feet were still on the floor, but they were quickly hoisted up.  They bent their ankles back and tied them to their wrists.

Now strung up hogtied.

The peeled the tape from their eyes.

The came to Josh.  They boy, terrorized, stained against the ropes.  A camera was aimed at his body.  He slowly cut off Josh's shirt.  His body glistened with cold sweat.

He played with the knife, tormenting him, making him think he was going to be cut up.  The youth began to bawl, gripped by fear.  He took the knife, and cut the hoisting rope.  Josh crashed hard onto the floor.  He lay in his bounds, whimpering and trembling as they taped his eyes again.

They live streamed their victims as the beat the shit out of them.  Finally, taking rope they circled their necks

tying the three of them together.

They were left.

Muscle against rope.

They lost!

 

112320 JO Pic of the week: Awaiting his fate

 

Waiting for the ransom to be paid

 

Shirtless.

They put their arms behind their backs and crossed their wrists.

They were roped, tight, their pulse pounding in their bonds.

Their tee-shirts were torn, making them into a blindfold and a gag.

Rope was weaved between their upper arms, around their biceps and triceps, and pulled taut.

Sweat began to trickle down their chests.

They were marched up the stairs to the old attic.

The three rafters would be used to hoist their victims.  A strong rope was dropped from the middle of each rafter, and attached with a hook to the ropes between their upper arms.  They were hoisted up:  their arms pulled back from their torsos, their shoulders dislocated, their wrists sliced, their heads and torso bent downward.

Sweat puddled on the floor from below them.

They bent their legs and tied each one, ankle to thigh.

They were left.

The door was closed.

Waiting for the ransom to be paid.

111620 JO Pic of the week: It's too tight

 

Missing Buddies

 

Ropes crisscrossed Ryan's chest and abs, the cords digging deep into his muscular frame.  His forearms, lashed together pressed into his spine.  Circled roped around his upper arms were yanked close...trickles of blood reddened the rope.

The gag stuffed into his mouth and kept in place by rope between his teeth was choking him.

The rope from his crossed wrists, under his crouch, and around his waist was  crushing his balls.  His ankles, knees and feet were securely tied up.

They he saw the hole.....

He struggled.  They dumped him down.  He was pushed against the side, bound arms to the wall.

Soon his buddies were down with him.

They were crushed together...

Their chests pressing the ropes even deeper into their skin.

Their sweat soaked eyes looked into the deep terror they were feeling.  They were to be kept here until the ransom was paid.

They looked up as the metal grate locked the hole.

The sun beamed down the slats....

Illuminating their sweaty faces.

They soon realized that their struggles were useless.

They would have to wait in this torture.

Hours began to pass.

When water began to gush from the pipe into their prision.

And their gagged screams were unheard.

110920 JO PIC OF THE WEEK: Captured Allstars

 

Kidnap Victims

Their wrists were skinned from their struggles.  Panic.  There were choking!  The nooses around their necks were pulled upward so that the boys were stretched. They kept rotating their wrists in the coarse ropes, looking for a knot.....

They came with more rope, behind them two of the kidnappers looped it above each of their elbows.  They heaved at the ends in a tug of war.... their forearms smashed together, their chests heaved outward dripping sweat.  A loud gasp fell from their lips.  

"Please.  I'm choking.  You're breaking my arms!"

Their shirts were torn and shoved into their mouths, and covered with tape.

Their upper arms were tied behind their backs and around their chests.  The rope dug deep into their pectorals.  Rope around their wrists went under their balls and around their gut... crushing their testicles.  

There they hung.

There they sweat.

Each breath caused the ropes around their torsos to dig deeper into their skin.

There necks, scrapped from the nooses, dripped blood.

They stood at a straight position of attention... bending their heads back so they could breath.

Their eyes were popping out of their heads.

A camera focused on each of them, from the waist up.  It live streamed their gasping gagged moans.  

They had to beat the clock....

The ransom paid...

Or they would finally collapse from starvation and dehydration, and choke to death.