The Hell Hole

 

They took six zip tie cuffs, pulled Ryan's arms behind his back, and began to bind them.

Put his hands in them they slid them up his arms at his shoulders and zipped them.  They did it again at his biceps, above and below his elbows, at his forearms and finally at his wrists.  They forced his arms close together, stressed and pained as the plastic cut into his skin.

Ryan broke out into a cold sweat and the circled strong ropes around his chest and gut.  Binding his feet the carried the terrified boy to the hole. They ductaped his head, blindfolding and gagging him, they lowered him down the hole, standing, facing the rocky wall.

With the three of now compressed in the hole, there was no space -- we were squashed together.  Our fingers began to feel the zip ties of each other, but there was no way to brake them.  If we moved, the rough rocks would slice our pecs.  So we just stood there, motionless.

They heard a large grate being placed over the hole.  Then somebody shouted down to them...  "When the ransom is paid we'll tell them where to find you.  For now just hope it does not rain... that hole fills us with water very quickly."

They left as the sound of thunder boomed in the distance.  Panicked, they gagged screamed, the cuffs cut their arms to pieces, and the rocks lacerated their chests and the felt the rain starting to fall on their bound bodies.

122721 JO Pic of the week: "Are you going to tie me up?"

 

The Kidnappers

 

Paulo stared into the camera.  The terrified bound and gagged youth was photographed and videoed.  "Now that should make daddy get the money kid.  You better hope, for, if not..."

Paulo's ropes were tightened and they put him into a tight hogtie.

"They made us strip to the waist and empty our pockets.  I stood there and watched them bind and gag my buddies.  Then they came to me and I too was tightly roped.

They waited in their ropes, hoping that the ransom would be quickly paid.  But for the kidnappers it was taking too long.  Plan B would begin.

So they retied the boys, this time outdoors, tied to trees, barefoot.  And they would remain there, day and night, until the ransom was paid.

72 hours

 

"The ball gag was making us choke.  The tape over our eyes pressed deep into our sockets. The ropes made movement impossible.  The wrists cuffs were very tight, and the thumb cuffs felt like torture." They would come and keep adding rope on us, on our upper arms binding them to the sides of the chair stopping the flow of blood and popping our veins."

"Our bodies were stiff, sitting motionless for hours on end. I tried to shift my weight as much as the bounds would allow, not even an inch was possible, just to get some relief.  I began to measure time by the drops of my sweat dripping from my brow and soaking my shirt."

"They would get drunk, and take turns slapping our faces as hard as they could so that the chair would tip over and crash on its side, crushing our tied upper arms, and pulling us back up by our hair."  By now we were hungry and thirsty, and we pissed and shit on ourselves."

"When the finally left us, eternity seemed to pass.  I figured they left us to slowly die tied up to a chair."

"But we were rescued.  The ransom was paid.  We were medivacked to the hospital were we found out we had been bound and gagged for over 72 hours!"

Christmas Gift JO: Do not open to Christmas

 

122021 (a bit early) JO Pic of the week: Ransom Photos

 

Best Buds Napped

 

Their truck was perfect for putting in four bound boys.

The quarter inch hemp rope, tied as tight as possible, would torture their skin if the struggled to get free.

The extra wide tape around their heads a half a dozen times would leave only their nose free to breath, and an impossible to remove blindfold and gag.

Their bound their arms at the wrists and elbows with coarse rope behind their backs.

Removing their shoes and socks, they tied their ankles.

The put the four boys in the back of the truck, laying prone on their arms.

The truck took off, with a guard in the back, tickling their sweaty bellies with the butt of a rifle.

The old barn would be a great place to string up their victims, and torture them if the ransom demands were not being met.

The bound boys were carried out of the truck and dumped on the floor.

Now they tied their whole upper bodies with the tight rough ropes tying their biceps and forcing their forearms, now also tied together, into the spines.  Rope now bound their thighs and knees.

The boys terrorized gagged groans fill the space as they were hoisted up by their ankles, and left swinging back and forth, their heads a few inches off the ground, now puddling with their dripping sweat.

A live feed camera was focused on each of the tied up boys, broadcasting their bound sweaty bodies and groans to their parents with the ransom demand of $5 million dollars each.

To force the ransom, they would play with a plastic garbage bag tied around their necks.  The closeup would show the bag tight around their taped faces to the point of suffocation, the bag then pulled off to recording their gasping breaths.

We are tough, muscular guys.  We could take the roping, tapings, and torture games they played with us.

But finally one think broke us... and left us hanging, whimpering and gagged begging to stop....

They tickled our feet for hours until we dropped into madness.

 

121321 JO Pic of the week: Helpless Hostages