Rawhide!

They had no choice.
They did as they were ordered....
 On their bellies, arms behind their backs, wrists crossed.

He had plenty of rawhide
He laced their arms and wrists together, putting the heal of his boot on their arms and backs for leverage.

The rope dug deep into their muscular biceps and forearms.
Their wrists turned purple.

They broke out into a cold sweat.

He bound their knees and feet.

They were gagged with a bandanna stuffed down their throats and rope around their heads between their teeth.

They grabbed their bound bodies and dumped them into the back of their vehicle.

We we got to our destination the pulled me out by my feet
and dragged me along the ground.

I was on my back as they dragged me.

The dirt scrapped away the skin from the backs of my arms.

When the you me in side, they put me on my feet,
hung a rope over a rafter in the roof, and tied it to my elbows.

They pulled it up, and made it taut, my feet on the ground but my were arms strained and pulled back, my head forward, dripping
sweat onto the floor.

The three of us were hanging by our arms.

They videoed us being chest punched and gut punched.

I would loosed my balance

It felt like my shoulders were being torn from my body.

I would struggle to get back on my feet.

And watch them beat up my friends.

Finally they brought in containers of water.

They drenched the ropes on our arms and wrists.

And then, after more videos, they left us.

Now we cowboys know something about rawhide.

As it dries after it gets wet, it shrinks and constricts.

That's when we knew we were fucked.

And all we could do is hope that payed the ransom as

quickly as possible.

Or we would get gangrene...

And loose our fuckin arms!

031218 JO Pic of the week: When the home invaders left

The bully

He turned the crank again.

His arms were stretched even more...

His scream fulled the room.

He gagged him.

He blindfolded him.

He put the gun next to his ear and fired.

"Like I said....."

"This is just the beginning!"

Again he turned the crank.,

Again he fired the gun.

NO TRESPASSING!

He tied their crossed wrists behind their backs.
Pushing them up toward their shoulders, he looped a rope around their necks and secured their hands.
Taking a sturdy tree branch he put it under their upper arms across their backs and tied their biceps to it.
Putting them in a row he took a long lasso and tethered their necks together, leaving a foot of space between them.
Using rags, he gagged them.

Then the march began.

The pouring rain soaked them to the skin.

The crashing of thunder was deafening.

The ropes that bound them were wet, which made them feel even tighter on their wrists and
arms.

Jake was in the lead.  His neck had been tied to the back of the truck.  He drove at a steady slow pace.
but for the tethered boys it was like jogging.  Panting for breath, for the gag made breathing hard, each know that if one collapsed all four might choke to death.

We marched like that for miles through the woods.

When they finally stopped they cut our necks free.

We collapsed in the mud,exhausted.

The two of them grabbed the ends of the branch protruding from each of my tied bicep muscles.

They dragged me into this old building.

On my knees, they cut my wrists from my neck.  Circling my bound hands, they lashed them to my back with ropes around my waist.

With my feet now tied they dragged in my friends.

We were on our bellies and could not see what they were doing until 8 ropes from the rafters dropped to the floor.  They tied two of them on each of us --- over our bound biceps and the branch, then we

were hauled up standing on our tip toes.

Our wet shirts were cut from our bodies.

Then with a thick black marker the wrote across each of our bare chests:

NO
TRESPASSING

And left us screaming in our gags hoping that somebody would find us and rescue us.

030418 JO Pic of the week: The time has come

Left

Bound wrists, elbows and ankles.
Gagged with their sweaty torn shirts.
They were dumped into the back of their truck
And locked in.

The sun beat down on the truck and it became an oven.

As they sweat they tried to reach each others' knots.

It was useless.

They knew how to bind them.

All they could do was sweat and bounce into each other as the truck treked through very rough roads.

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The reached our destination.

The slid open the cover of the pickup.

There were were

Dehydrated.

Half dead.

The cut the ropes from our wrists, arms and and ankles.  They cut the gags off.

We drank bottled water.

I put some water on the ropeburn that circled my arms above the elbows and my wrists.

When we were taken out of the truck we say the
abandoned mine entrance......

And we knew we were fucked!

Now they tied our wrists in front of us and replaced the gags.

They marched us into the mine and we walked a few tenths of a mile when we came to a metal gate.

They put our backs against the gate.
Put our arms high above our heads.
And tied our wrists to it.

Then, slowly and methodically they bound us to it.

Our arms at the forearm, elbow and bicep.
Our necks.
Our chest and our gut.
Our legs at the thighs, knees, calves and ankles.

And then the gag, this time stuffed into our mouths, and rope between our tied bound our heads to the gate.

WE COULD NOT MOVE AN INCH!!

Then they left us.

The lights slowly flickered away.

We were plunged into darkness.

We struggled and squirmed to no avail.

It was cold and damp.

Our sweat now became cold as we shivvered
in our bounds.

And we had no way of knowing
if we were just left.....

to slowly die.

24 hours!

Justin and Jeremy figured that, sooner or latter they would either be shot or bound.    They knew they could not fight their kidnappers, so they got on the ground and surrendered their arms behind their backs.

"Please, you don't have to make it so tight," Justin begged.

"Sorry kid.  Can't take a chance you get out of this."

"Come on.  It feels like your breaking my arms!" Jeremy screamed.

"Better gag you boy too.  You talk too much!"

Jeremy was tightly hogtied.
They crossed his wrists, tied them, and pushed them high
up his back.  He thought his arms would break as they
tied his elbows and forearms together.
Ripping his shirt off, they tore it in two, shoved one part in his mouth and the other across his eyes, securing them in place with rope around his head.
Circling his torso with ropes, the lashed his arms deep into his spine.
After the roped up his thighs, legs and feet, they bent his legs back and tied a rope from his ankles to his wrists.

Justin watched them bind his best friend.
He had broken out into a cold sweat as Jeremy's
bound body spasmed violently.

"Please don't do that to me," he begged as they ripped off his shirt and began to tie up his arms and gag him.

When they had him tightly hogtied as his friend,
they put them on their bellies, dragged them to each other, put their heads to together and tied them, cheek to cheek.








They left the bound boys screaming in their gags and squirming desperately trying to free themselves, knowing it was impossible and they would be like this for 24 hours!