Stories of Tie Up Games

Chapter XVI: Feeding Time


The dining room smelled of bergamot and freshly prepared food, the long mahogany table set for two. A silver cloche steamed at Matthew’s designated seat—directly in front of the restraint chair. Its steady arms gleamed under the chandelier, the leather straps already ...

Caesar73 In which way shallow? Can you elaborate what you mean?
I'm always open to criticism if it is at least explained and specific. Anything else is not really helpful to improve.

Since with Daron currently on the job of kidnapping a young man and securing him now at day 1, do you think this ...

Yes, there might be potential conflicts of interest <.<

Chapter XV: Dressed Like A Good Boy


Daron’s Oxfords made no sound on the manor’s thick hallway runner as he approached Matthew’s room, the silence broken only by the faint jingle of his keyring. He paused outside the door, fingertips brushing the brass knob—cold despite the estate’s climate ...

Chapter XIV: The Next Morning



Dawn seeped through the manor's east-facing windows when Daron woke—05:47 AM precisely, his internal clock as disciplined as his wardrobe. The silk sheets slipped away as he rose, his bare feet meeting the Persian rug. His bedroom smelled of sandalwood and freshly ...

Chapter XIII: Night Protocol


Matthew’s breath came in ragged bursts through his nose. The ropes around his torso held him upright against the mahogany paneling, his arms still cinched behind him in a straitjacket-like harness. Daron stepped back, framing the shot with one polished Oxford. “Arch ...

Chapter XII: Coming Home


The Mercedes’ trunk clicked shut with finality. Matthew’s screamed hopelessly. But it faded beneath the engine’s purr as Daron slid behind the wheel. He adjusted the rearview mirror, catching one last glimpse of Officer Callahan retreating into the night before he ...

gag1195 Yes, it seems like that no one can just do as they want within that secret kidnapping agency. Not even higher ups like Daron. In the end they all have to answer to the big boss. On the other hand...what Mister Weaver doesn't know ...... ;-)
So yes, one can see the Officer being sent as a ...

Thanks a lot @wataru14

Well, @DeeperThanRed , we wouldn't know for sure yet. Or how do you come to the impression that Matthew is easy to train in the end? I mean Matthew was just captured (being half drunk) and struggles so far in tight bonds.

sounds interesting!

Chapter XI: Officer Callahan



Matthew’s bound form was a mess of sweat-slick limbs and strained rope. The hogtie pulled his wrists and ankles together above his buttocks. His sock gag bulged obscenely beneath layers of duct tape, his nostrils flaring as cold air hit his face. The handcuffs cut ...

thanks @Bootmark and @wataru14 Glad you are enjoying.

Well, I try to not make it too grim! At least not too much always, although trying to make it feel realistic where a fetish, kink kidnap story can be! haha!

Thank you all for the kind feedback Glad you enjoy the story!

Chapter X: Uniformed Suspicion


Outside, Officer Callahan leaned down, his crisp patrol cap shadowing his faintly showing cheekbones. His uniform—navy polyester blend tailored to emphasize broad shoulders, the gold badge gleaming against a starched shirt. His name plate reading Callahan was on ...

Chapter IX: Hope Rides in Red and Blue


The Mercedes purred to life. Newark’s streets blurred beyond the windshield—neon signs smearing into streaks of pink and green, potholes jolting the suspension just enough to hear Matthew’s elbows thump against the trunk floor. Daron adjusted the rearview ...

Well, if you have the same routine to grab booze and get drunk every second day... Not like he had a chance to know about what would happen

Thanks @tiedinbluetights . Yeah, I thought to at least give a slight impression of me and what I like to introduce myself.

Chapter VIII: Ready for Transport


The door creaked as Daron shouldered it open, Matthew’s bound form cradled like a bride. The hallway air still smelled not the best. Somewhere, a faucet dripped. Matthew stiffened in his arms, his breath coming faster. “Mmmph!” Daron tightened his grip. “Quiet ...

Hi there!

I am a gay boy from Germany!

I found this site back then after reading so amazing stories by Volobond, squirrel, bondagefreak and some more! I have a big thing for bondage. Be it a classic kidnapping, something consensual non-consensual and even bondage used during the daily routine ...

Chapter VII: Hands That Decide


Matthew lay tangled in sheets that smelled of sweat and spilled liquor, one leg hitched up like he’d been mid-kick in some dream brawl. Daron catalogued the details—the sharp jut of his hipbone under threadbare cotton, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he ...

Chapter VI: Prepared Approach


The garage smelled of cold concrete and motor oil. Daron’s brown Oxfords clicked across the pavement towards his car. The black Mercedes with tinted windows and reinforced door hinges, waited in the underground garage like a predator in tall grass. He circled it ...

Chapter V: License to Take


Across town, Daron's Mercedes purred to a halt in the basement of the Newark high-rise. The parking garage was a tomb of concrete and steel, its fluorescent lights humming like dying insects overhead. He stepped out, adjusting the razor-sharp line of his jacket sleeve ...

Chapter IV: Control and Collapse


The laptop chimed—soft, discreet—and Daron didn’t rush. He never rushed. He flipped it open with one hand, the other still absently stroking the dress shirt’s starched placket. The glow of the screen washed over his features, turning his already sharp cheekbones ...

Thanks for the replies! Makes me happy that you like it.

Yes it is a sort of long "introduction" for a story like this. I personally like it when the hot stuff happens way earlier, but also wanted to try out with my own story if you are somewhat invested in the characters a bit more with their ...

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