SHIT!

I had finished the story ---- Ultimate Revenge.   Took a couple of hours.  Since I was editing, it did not save every minute or so.  So I had a power surge just as I finished.  And it disappeared into cyberspace.

Shit!

So Anyway....

Just to set things straight.....



Enjoy two of my favorite roping scenes.....

052812 JO Pic of the week - "What are they going to do to me?"

Memorial Day Anniversary

Hey.
Alex here.
One year ago last Memorial Day weekend...

Glad to be alive!

And those bastards are locked away...

I still can feel the ropes.  Helpless.  Tortured.

The guys are coming over tonight for the weekend.

And I will feel the ropes again!

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We went camping....

Me and the guys....

It started at dawn.

We had been beering and had crashed late....

When I felt a kick to my face....

And a gun in my  gut....

There we were, kneeling on the dirt.

Our hands behind our heads.

Frigging robbed I thought.

Wallets.  Phones.  all taken.

Rope.

Going to be tied up I figured.

Hands pulled behind our backs.

Wrists crossed and roped.

Tight.

The ripped the shirt off my body...

This was not good.

I protested.  "Just take the shit and leave us tied up for Christ's sake."

Kicked in the balls.

I fell over.

Part of the shirt was shoved down my throat, the other tied between my teeth, making an effective tight gag,

On our feet, gagged with our hands bound.

Terrified.

Sweat pouring down my face, chest and arms.

More rope, this time above my elbows.  Knee in my back.  A yank. FUCKING AGONY!

Now bound arms and gagged.

A strong tree branch, under my biceps across my back, my upper arms diagonally lashed to it.

A roped from between my wrists, under my balls around my waist.

Finally, my chest, circled with ropes forcing the Branch deep into by shoulder blades.

I realized that I just had lost the use of my arms.

I looked at my buddies.

We were all roped up now.

I figured they would hogtie us and leave us.  I was imagining who would get out first, and how he would struggle.  I was surprised when I popped a hard on. 

But that though quickly evaporated when a rope was tied around my waist.

Two of us were tied to the back of three quads.

My heart was exploding in my chest.

We were being abducted --- kidnapped!!!

They moved at a slow pace.

We marched for hours.

The bugs feeding on my sweat soaked head and torso.

I know I could not drop.

I would be dragged.

Our only blessing.

We kept going through a stream..

And now and then the clod water would splash up.

Finally we arrived.

I collapsed.

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The shock.

Freezing.

Cold water was thrown into my face.

I shook my head.

Agony.

The six of us.

We hanging from our wrists.

My head had been pushed back.

My elbows tied together in front of my face.

The branch, which had bound our arms behind us was now between my neck and my upper arms.   My neck was tied to it, as well as my biceps.

The middle of ours arms were bound together, with more rope.  Tape also was added to my gag.

My shoes, socks and pants had been pulled off, hanging in my shorts. 

My legs and feet were all tied up.  They bent my legs behind my back, and tied my feet to my waist.

My knees were only a few inches off the ground and I swung by my bound wrists.

My body squirmed at it burned.


The blazing sun beat down my my face, arms, chest and thighs.

I would soon dehydrate but sweat was still pouring down my pits and face.

My body jerked.

The branch would go deep into my Adam's apple, choking me.

I tried to relax so I would not choke.

But it felt I was being burnt at the stake!

Dusk came.

Again we were splashed with water.


I was pulled by my hair.

My eyes popped open.

A sign was shoved in front of my face.....


"You boy's can't read?"  You boys are sentenced to the lash!

I just moaned.

They taped our eyes.

I head the others screaming loudly even though they were tightly gagged.

I heard the swoosh....

My chest.....

I could not take this.

When they finished my chest and gut, by the time they got to my thighs....

I lost all consciousness.

The stream soothed my wounds.

I was still gagged and my wrists were tied behind my back.

I turned my beaten body in the cool water.

The others were slowing coming too.

Moans of agony pierced the silent woods.

We stumbled to our feet.

Getting back to back, we tried the ropes.  There were too many knots.

We walked bruised, bound and gagged back to our campsite.

I found a knife and was able to cut my bonds.

Our phones and wallets were still there.

We were able to call for help.

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That's the story of our Memorial Day weekend, 2011.

I really got into tie up games after that.

Loved being bound and gagged.

So I picked the spot and brought the supplies for this weekend.

Let the roping begin!

Barn Roped

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He had the but of the gun at the bottom of my spine.
My hands..... up.
Sweat began to pour down my back....

I watched....

Six young guys....  Around my age.....

Came in....

Hands behinds their heads...
Caked with sweat and dust....
Shirts soaked....

They collapsed on the wooden floor.

Exhausted.

"Lot's of rope here," one said.

"Good."

The one with the gun in my back....

Turn around.....

I did....

"You know how to tie up?"

"Tie up?"

"Yeah asshole, tie up these guys here. frtiggin tight?"

"I can.  Why do you want them tied up?"  I asked.

The but of the gun smashed into my gut."

"None of your fucking business.  Now get that barn rope and roped these guys up tight!"

I wondered who they were, why they were abducted..."

He cocked the gun.

"Guys, don't make this difficult.  Please put your hands behind your backs."

The six turned onto their bellies on the barn floor....

 and surrendered their arms to me as I began to bind and gag them."

I would soon learn the ropes myself.



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I knew this dude had no choice but to tie us up.

We had stripped of our shirts.

Cut them into strips.

Parts I had to use as a blindfold.

The rest I balled up and put in my mouth.

I had put my arms behind my back.

I felt the rope for the first time on my crossed wrists.

Rough rope.  Jagged edges.  They made him pull and pull until my hands felt they would explode.

I wiggled my fingers.  They were quickly numb.

He was told to tie rope around my eyes, and between my teeth, around my head.

Then we went down to my feet and roped up my ankles.

I lay there, prone, as my buddies were tied up.

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When the six of us were bound, he made him do a second roping on us.

Someone grabbed my forearms and pushed them together behind me.  My body contorted and I screamed.   My arms were roped, just above my elbows.  Then the middle of my lower arms were tied.  Finally he weaved around my upper arms,  forcing my upper arms as close as them could, a mere several inches of the barn rope between them.

Going down to my legs tied them just above my knees.

He turned me onto my back.  Again I screamed.  Someone kicked me in the head.  I was nauseous, in agony, sweat pouring out of every pore of my body.

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I was manhandled to kneel. 

Pushed forward I smashed into one of my buddies. 

We were chest to chest.

I could smell his breath.

Our torsos were roped together, tightly forcing my already tortured arms into my spine.

Pushed onto our sides, we came crashing hard on the floor.  Our legs were tied together, around our thighs and ankles.

I wondered who it was I was feeling....

His breath quick and shallow from his torture, his sweat mixing with mind.

I shivered in terror.

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We were dragged across the floor by our feet.

They made us stand.  We lost balance and crashed to laughter.

Again standing, ropes dropped from the cross beams in the ceiling.  And end was put between my biceps, around the rope between them.  I was pulled up so I was straight, my feet flat on the floor.  The end was tied around my neck. 

I could hear them doing it to my friend tied to me.

I knew that, if either of us dropped from exhaustion, we would hang each other.

I could not take it any more.

I started to work the ropes......

No way.  Too tight.

I felt my friends heart pounding his chest against mine.

Fast pounding.

Terror.

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When I had finished
hanging up these captives...

They tied me.

The same as the others.

I thought I would die when my elbows touched.

Having nobody to bind me too, they dropped the rope, put it between my biceps, and pulled.  My body bent over, my arms pulled up and out behind my back.  My shoulders left the joint.  I screamed, got kicked in my balls, and did everything I could to stand on my bound feet, knowing, if I drooped, I could rip my arms from my body.

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We were told we were going to die unless a ransom was paid.

They cut the rope from my eyes, and removed the blindfold.

I saw Mike's face looking into mine.

The camera was up close to the terror in my eyes.

I was told to bent my head back so I would not choke.

Mike and I were screaming.

They heaved us up off the ground.

The ropes between my arms held by the bindings around our two bodies.  My neck was tight, but not enough to choke unless I moved the slightest.

I looked at the poor dude who bound us, terror on his face as they pulled in up off the ground by his arms.  They went out straight, then up, rotating more than he body could allow.  His head was bent down.  I looked at the sweat dripping from his brow onto the floor.

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Two months latter....

Here they come!

The six guys I bound got out of the car.

We all embraced.

We had spoken millions of times by now on Skype, but this was our first face-to-face...

They waisted no time.....

I was wrestled down to the ground.  The six of them had hands on me, binding me tight with rope.

Taping my head.

They ripped open my shirt.

I heard them draw lots.

More fighting sound, until I felt some one against my chest.

"It's Colby," I was told.

We were carried into the barn...

052112 JO Pic of the week --- TAPED UP