Timmy's Urge (fm/m, m/self) *new: 03.12.2025*

[Kira]

Hello,

this is my first story. This is my first story. I hope it's not too bad.^^

First of all, I'm not a native English speaker. The translation is a mixture of DeepL and manual corrections. So it should be reasonably accurate. I hope.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: When Children Play (fm/m)
Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 0. (m/self)
Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 1. (m/self)
Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 2. (m/self)
Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 3. (m/self) (coming soon)
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Chapter 1: When Children Play (fm/m)

Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a boy named Timmy. Timmy had just turned 12 years old. He was actually a completely normal boy. Or rather, not really. Timmy has a very special hobby. He loves to tie himself up! However, there was always something empty inside him. He read countless instructions on the internet and, through detours, collected a small collection of "toys". But he could never tie himself up
so well that he couldn’t free himself. That makes sense, of course, since he was all alone during his games. He wants more. Will this dream ever come true?

It was a warm spring day when Timmy was playing in the garden with his friends Amanda and Ron. Timmy was a slim boy with slightly tousled brown hair. On this warm day, he was wearing shorts, a white shirt, and was barefoot. But he didn’t do that just because of the warm weather. Timmy loved being barefoot. He would love to walk around barefoot all year round. And in summer, he does so as often as possible. Every now and then, his preference for walking barefoot and his usually unkempt hair earn him the odd nasty comment. But that doesn’t bother him. It’s not that he’s poor. In fact, his family is quite well off financially. He just never liked to conform. His girlfriend Amanda is the same age and wears a Harry Potter shirt. Amanda is a quiet girl with long brown hair. She’s also more or less the nerd of the group. She reads a lot, is smart, and seems to know everything. She has been friends with Timmy for almost her entire life. And you can take that quite literally. Their parents were in the same hospital room, so Amanda was actually his first girlfriend. The last member of the group is Ron. Ron likes to play soccer and is up for all kinds of mischief. Nevertheless, he is nice and helpful. Many say that he is so cool to his friends, but he doesn’t see it that way. He stands firmly by his friends. He wears long pants, an undershirt, and white sneakers. Despite being the same age, he is slightly taller than the other two and very athletic.
Unlike Timmy, his short brown hair looks quite neat.

A groan went through the garden when Ron suggested that they could play hide and
seek. Hide and seek is his favorite game, along with tag. The reason is pretty obvious: he wants to be a police officer when he grows up. He always imagines himself as a police officer searching for criminals.
“Not again,” groans Amanda.
“Why not?” Ron counters. ”I think it’s fun.”
“Because you always win,” Timmy interjects. ”You run faster than anyone else I know!”
“Well, that’s because you guys don’t play sports. You could come with us to soccer!”
Both Timmy and Amanda grimace. It was as if they had been asked to live in the Amazon for 10 days.
“No thanks, I’d rather stick to reading!” said Amanda.
“And that’s why you always lose at tag,” said Ron defiantly.
Somehow they tried to find a majority, but they didn’t stand a chance. Ron wanted to do something involving a lot of sport, Amanda preferably othing at all without much movement. Timmy couldn’t decide, which didn’t help the situation. So 30 minutes passed until Ron made a fateful suggestion.
“We should just play cops and robbers. I’ll be the cop and catch you!” said Ron.
“That’s the same as hide and seek!” replied Amanda.
As he said this, Timmy’s mind was racing. ”Well, we could make it a little more exciting,” he said quietly.
Both Amanda and Ron looked at him and waited for Timmy to finish his sentence. But the words stuck in his throat. His idea had to do with his little hobby, which no one was supposed to know about. After a short, awkward pause,
“How?” Ron said.
Timmy felt a tingling sensation in his stomach. He didn’t know what to say. Finally, he gathered his courage and said, ”You’re the police officer and you have to catch Amanda and me.“ Amanda was about to speak when Timmy continued, ”And to make it more exciting, the loser will be tied up for an hour!” And there was silence.

Only a few seconds passed, but to Timme they felt like hours. Finally, Ron broke the silence.
“I like the idea!” he said.
Amanda didn’t like the idea, but now it was 2 against 1. After a brief discussion, they agreed on 30 minutes for the first one to be caught. Amanda didn’t look too happy, Timmy tried to reassure her.
”You just have to make sure you’re not the first one to be caught!”
In fact, her chances were pretty good, because Timmy was determined to be the first one caught. Of course, he didn’t say that out loud.
Timmy disappeared briefly into his room and came back with a few cotton ropes. Amanda was a little confused and asked what the ropes were for.
Timmy just said, “They were lying around in the garage.” She didn’t have time to think about it any longer, because Ron simply started counting. So Amanda and Timmy set off to find a hiding place.

Timmy was faced with a fairly simple task. He had to hide in such a way that he was guaranteed to be the first to be found. After a moment’s thought, he decided on the small shed. He knew that Ron always searched the garden first, so the shed would be checked relatively early on. At least he should find it faster than Amanda. So he walked leisurely into the shed and hid behind a drawer. He briefly considered hiding somewhere better, but the presence of spiders made it difficult. All the more reason to hope that he would be found quickly. In fact, it took less than five minutes for the shed door to open and Ron to jump into the shed. He didn't skimp on the drama, storming the shed as if he were arresting a criminal with the S.W.A.T. team.
“Aha, so there’s our pickpocket! You didn’t choose a very good hiding place,” he said with a big grin.
“There were spiders,” Timmy muttered quietly, as if he had to apologize.
“That won’t help you, criminal! Now it’s time for your punishment.”
He grabbed Timmy and dragged him out into the garden.
Normally, he didn’t grab Timmy so hard, but he was taking the game pretty seriously. He took a few ropes and said,
“Let’s see how you like this, criminal! Show me your hands!”
To Ron’s surprise, Timmy turned around and put his hands behind his back. Ron hadn’t expected that, but he liked the idea. He took about 5 meters of rope and tied it around his wrists over and over again. The knot was far from perfect, but the length of the rope was enough to keep his arms reasonably secure.
“Now stand by the pole, criminal!”
The pole belongs to a climbing frame that stands in his garden. A solid iron pole that was anchored to the ground. Ron took another rope and wrapped it around his upper body and the pole. Timmy, who was obviously enjoying the situation, gave him a gentle kick.
“What was that supposed to be? You'll see what you get out of it!”
He wrapped the next rope directly around his feet and tied it behind the pole. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the remaining ropes. So he decided to simply wrap them around his legs and body. When he was finished, Timmy was tied upright to the pole. He tested his bonds and they weren’t so bad. For him, the feeling of being tied up by someone else for the first time was incredible. He fidgeted a little and tried to free himself. When that didn’t work right away, Timmy felt butterflies in his stomach. It was the first time anyone had tied him up.
“How does that feel, criminal?”
“That’s much too tight,” Timmy said playfully.
“That’s how it should be! Just try robbing a poor old lady!” he said.
Timmy smiled.
“You think this is funny? You'll stop laughing soon enough!” he shouted.
Ron was satisfied and decided to look for Amanda first. He turned his back on Timmy and went into the house.

Timmy was overjoyed. He fidgeted briefly and then fell silent. A scene played out in his head of him being tied up by robbers. He quietly enjoyed the moment as the cool wind blew through his hair. Shortly afterwards, the door opened and Ron came back with Amanda. When she saw Timmy tied upright to the pole, she almost cried with laughter. “Well, you brought this on yourself!”
Timmy blushed.
Ron and Amanda began to discuss what to do with Timmy. Timmy tried to understand what they were saying, but they were whispering. After a short time, the two came back and Amanda said: “I have the perfect punishment for you, my little criminal.” She looked deep into his eyes and then ran her hands under his armpits and tickled him extensively. Timmy wasn't prepared for this and doubled over with laughter. At least as much as he could, because thanks to all the ropes, he was still standing straight as a candle. Ron joined in and tickled his stomach.
“Stop it!” Timmy shouted. Amanda knew he was extremely ticklish. After just a few minutes, sweat was running down his face.
“Confess!” Ron shouted. “Confess or I'll tickle you all day!”
At that moment, no one thought that his obvious penchant for torture would disqualify him as a policeman.
After a few minutes, they stopped and Amanda said, " Let's untie him from the pole, I have an idea."
In less than a minute, most of the ropes were gone and Timmy was lying in the grass. Still bound hand and foot.

Both walked a few meters away and began whispering. Timmy began testing his bonds.
Even though he had reached the knot, Ron had tied the rope around his hand so many times that he couldn't untie it.
This was a completely new experience for Timmy. Until now, he had only ever tied himself up. He always knew where the knots were and could free himself in a few minutes. But this time it was different. Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to enjoy the situation. After a short while, Amanda and Ron came back.

“Ron, as discussed,” Amanda commanded, and Ron sat on Timmy's back and pushed him down onto the grass. Amanda also sat on him and grabbed his feet. Now Timmy knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“No, please don't,” cried Timmy. “I'll confess to everything, but not my feet!”
Amanda grabbed his feet and said calmly: “This isn't an interrogation. This is your punishment for that stupid idea!”
She took her left arm and wrapped it around his lower legs. With her other hand, she began to tickle his feet. Timmy screamed as if he were being killed. He pulled at his bonds, but the two torturers sitting on him gave him no chance. The fact that Ron took aim at his armpits shortly afterwards did not make the situation any better. After a few minutes, they stopped and got off him. They stood up and examined their work. Timmy lay on the grass. His clothes were completely soaked with sweat, as if he had just come out of a pool. His face was red and he was gasping for air. “Well, that should be punishment enough,” said Amanda. They untied the ropes and let Timmy get up.
“You guys totally overdid it!” he said jokingly.
“It was your idea. Don't complain!” said Amanda with a slight smile.

The rest of the day passed without further incident. In the evening, as the sun set, Amanda and Ron went home. Timmy went to his room and he was happy. He put the ropes in his bag. He had collected this collection with great effort. After all, he couldn't very well ask his parents. There was always the risk that his parents would notice something, but he had been lucky so far. Despite these difficulties, he had managed to have a onsiderable amount of “toys” delivered from the internet.

He pushed the bag under his bed and lay down.
“One day...” he said to himself.

[WhereAmI]

Great beginning to a series of little back yard tie-up stories,I hope. I definitely need to see what type of tricks Timmy can use to get tied-up, he's a smart boy and knows what's fun.

And now Timmy must be quiet and plan out how he can get Amanda and Ron to chase and tie him up and tickle torment him tomorrow, oh well he'll think of something.

[lilshinefan]

fantastic stuff! can't wait for more

[TuggyBoundMale]

Lovely l it the story. I‘m very excited for Timmy‘s next adventures

[Kira]

Glad to hear you like it.

Great beginning to a series of little back yard tie-up stories,I hope. I definitely need to see what now types tricks Timmy can use to get tied-up hes a smart boy and knows what's fun.

And now Timmy must be quiet and plan out how he can get Amanda and Ron to chase and tie him up and tickle torment him tomorrow, oh well he'll think of something.

Yes, he's smart. But being smart and acting smart are two different things. When desire becomes too strong, you sometimes do things that aren't so clever.

[Kira]

Hello, first the bad news. This part is a prologue to Chapter 2 and does not contain any tie-up scenes.

For those who only want to read about tie-ups, just skip this part and wait for the real Part 1. For those who like a little more story: Here's a little preview of what I'm planning for the next parts and chapters.

The next part will have a more action!
What will Timmy do? And most importantly, will it work?

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Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 0 (story only)

The sky is full of clouds and the wind is a little cooler than last week. Timmy goes for a short walk.
He lives on the outskirts of a small town in a neighborhood of single-family homes. Today he is wearing long pants, but he is still running barefoot.
The streets are deserted. It's school vacation this week and most families are either packing for vacation or have already left.
The same goes for Amanda and Ron. Both have already left and will not be back until Sunday. But he himself is not going away this time.
His family wants to visit his uncle next weekend, so no vacation was planned for this week.
Even though Timmy himself has no problem with that, a week without friends in a ghost town doesn't seem particularly appealing.
As he walks along the path, he feels the cool ground beneath his feet.

He is lost in thought. He just can't get his little game with Amanda and Ron out of his head.
Timmy started playing bondage games at an early age. Even when he was little, he liked to play with ropes and tie his hands and feet together.
Many years have passed since then, and he has definitely improved his skills. Nevertheless, it was never what he really wanted.
But now he has had this experience. Being tied up and tickled by his friends was a completely new feeling.
Timmy wants more of it.

At the next street corner, he climbs onto a small wall and sits down. He dangles his bare feet in the air.
Over the past few weeks, he has often thought about how he can achieve his goal.
At first, he considered whether he could incorporate it into their games again. He could even suggest a bondage competition.
But somehow he felt stupid doing that. Then he thought about just confessing to them and telling them the truth.

“Hey, you know what? I like being tied up. It's fun. Can we maybe do it more often?”

This idea is still his favorite. He could start a whole series of new games with it.
The possibilities would be endless! Or he could lose his friends and become the town freak.
But he actually trusts his friends. After all, they've known each other for so long.
He can't imagine that they would just reject him.

Nevertheless, he just couldn't do it. He tried exactly twice. And the same thing happened both times.
He plucks up his courage and walks up to her. He starts to talk, and then suddenly his courage disappears.
In the end, he never managed to ask her. He nervously plays with his toes as he thinks about it.
“I'll do it,” he says aloud to himself and jumps off the wall onto the ground.

Unfortunately, his newfound courage doesn't get him very far. Amanda and Ron have gone on vacation and he won't see them all week.
So he has to postpone it until next week.

He continues on his way to his house. His room has two floors and an attic that has been converted into Timmy's room.
He thinks the attic is pretty cool. The few support beams don't bother him. Sometimes they're even quite practical.
When he reaches his house, he immediately takes the large garbage can from the street and pushes it behind the house.
Although Timmy isn't very good at fitting in, he's practically a model child.
He does his homework, organizes himself, and voluntarily helps around the house.
These qualities have brought him a whole host of advantages over the years.
His parents trust him blindly and there are virtually no rules for him.
Not that it's necessary. Sometimes Timmy even thinks that his parents would like their son to behave like a normal child.
For Timmy, this pays off above all in the form of a generous allowance. He is also allowed to stay home alone for long periods of time.
Apparently, the worst thing his parents can imagine is him accidentally washing the dishes or doing the laundry.
When he enters the kitchen through the back door, he meets his mother.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Hello, sweetheart. How are you?”

“I'm bored. I have nothing to play with all week.”

His mother looks at him sympathetically:

“You know we're going to your uncle's next weekend. You can still come with us.”

Just the thought of it makes Timmy cringe. Those weekends are really boring.
Dad talks about soccer with his brother all day long. On Saturday, they even go to a game.
Timmy hates sports.

“No, anything is better than those endless discussions about 12 meters and home runs.”

“I think you're confusing something, sweetheart.” his mother says with a smile.

Timmy doesn't need to say anything. His face reflects an endless abyss of indifference.

“Well, you can also come with Aunt Hannah and me.”

“Sorry, Mom. Red fingernails don't suit me, you know?”

With a slight laugh, she says, “And what do you want to do alone for three days?”

“How about reading?”

Timmy looks out the window and sees the mail truck.

“I'm going out to get the mail, see you in a minute.”

“You don't always have to get the mail. The mailman brings it to the door.”

“Yes, but Kenny always has a lot to do, and sometimes I even get something sweet,” said Timmy with a grin and ran off.

Timmy already knew the mailman quite well. He was probably the only boy in the world who ran up to him and took the mail from him.

“Hey Kenny, how's it going?”

“Oh, Timmy. Right on time.” He rummaged through his box and pulled out letters and a package.

“Unbelievable, they've spelled your father's name wrong again. His name is Jonas, not Johnas. Who put an h in there?”

Timmy took the mail and offered to drop off the letters for the neighbor.

“You're really incredible, you know that?”

Kenny took a bar of chocolate out of the car and gave it to Timmy.

“Kindness should be rewarded.”

“I couldn't agree more!” said Timmy with a big grin.

Timmy headed back toward the house, but this time he took a detour through the garden.
He hid the package behind a rain barrel.
The spelling mistake wasn't a mistake at all, but a clue.

The thing is, Timmy has another reason for his good relationship with the mailman.
Over the past few years, Timmy has come up with a few tactics for buying things his parents would never buy him.
Ron's father works in IT and once told him how to easily get his money onto the internet to pay online.
Timmy has created a series of accounts and payment options for himself. The packages themselves are then sent to “Johnas.”
If the name is spelled incorrectly, then his parents must not see the package under any circumstances.
But so far, he has never had any problems.
The packages full of cotton ropes were probably the most harmless thing he ever ordered.

When he met his mother, he gave her the letters.

“You should get ready. We're going to the movies in a minute.”

“Can we walk down the street? I promised Kenne I'd drop off the letters.”

His mother looked a little puzzled, but then she saw the bar of chocolate.

“At least it seems to be worth it for you.”

Timmy thought for a moment and said with a grin, “You bet! I'll go upstairs and get changed.”

He walks through the garden and takes his package with him. Then he goes up to his room.
Full of anticipation, he opens his package and is delighted.

“I love it when a plan comes together!” he exclaims loudly.

Timmy has his own plans for this week.
If Amanda and Ron don't tie him up, he'll have to do it himself.
He even sketched some of his plans on paper.
He has nothing to do all week, and he'll even be home alone for the second half of the week.

What he has planned is nothing less than a week of experiments.

He hides the contents of the package and goes downstairs.

“It starts tomorrow,” he says to himself.

[WhereAmI]

"Kindness should be rewarded.”

“I couldn't agree more!” said Timmy with a big grin. Kenny Would you be kind enough to tie me up as an experiment, Timmy asked with a smile.

Timmy the Mad Scientist wanting to experiment on himself. BWAHAAAHAAAA

[TuggyBoundMale]

Man i wonder what’s inside of that package…

And Timmy sometimes stays home alone quite long, Ehud? I wonder if he‘ll ever meet a robber. I‘m sure robbers are happy to deal with kids with good equipment haha

Also: HOLYYYYY, this is soooo good. You‘ve got some REAL talent my friend. Please keep this going, it’s insanely good

[Camguy2050]

@Kira this is a great story cant wait to read about Timmys experiments

[Kira]

Thank you for the kind words. I wasn't sure how the story would be received. I tend to like building a little more story around the bondage. I also prefer to write longer pieces. That way, the flow of reading is less interrupted. (Maybe a cliffhanger here and there...) But I've also noticed that many people publish their stories in very small pieces. Is that good or bad?

But never mind. Now comes the real part 1 and a little more action. Let's see what Timmy has planned. And what was actually in the package?

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Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 1

It was the next day, shortly before 3 p.m. Timmy is lying on the sofa watching TV. His favorite series is on TV.
What else could it be but the A-Team? Timmy had always had a soft spot for the exaggerated and creative plans that, despite their lack of realism, always led to success.
Timmy also liked to try out more or less crazy ideas, which sometimes even led to success.

He was lying on his back, one leg hanging over the back of the sofa.
His TV show had just ended when the door opened and his mother came home.
He jumped off the sofa and went to her in the kitchen. She had just come back from shopping.

“Wait, I'll help you. Let me put the groceries in the freezer.”

His mother gratefully accepted the offer. After all, she was in a hurry. A friend of his mother's had invited her over for coffee today.
Timmy himself was glad that he was allowed to stay home. Her friend didn't particularly like children.
His father was less fortunate. He was forced to go along against his will. His mother sees this as compensation for the long soccer evenings with his brother.

“So you'll be gone for about two hours, right?”

“Yes,” she replied. “We're leaving now and should be back shortly after 5 p.m. I'll bring you some cake.”

“Thanks,” replied Timmy.

After the shopping had been stowed away, his father joined them.

“Very good, then we can go now. Bye, Timmy.”

Timmy waved and called a slightly ironic “Have fun” in his father's direction.

He put on an unnatural grin and said, “I will. There's nothing better than listening to two hours of everything men do wrong.”
His mother looked a little angry and his father walked silently toward the door.

Timmy waited briefly until the car had driven off. When he saw his parents driving away around the corner, he grinned and said loudly, “Let's go.”
He went to the freezer and started rummaging around in it. Just yesterday, he had received a package. Inside were his latest secret weapons for successful tie-up games.
One was a pair of handcuffs and a pair of leg irons. The other was somewhere among the vegetables. After a quick search, he pulled a small metal object out of the freezer.
It was an ice lock.

He found this thing on the internet. A totally practical thing. It consists of a cylinder and a rod, both made of metal.
You fill the cylinder with water and insert the rod. Then you put it in the freezer and wait.
Timmy takes the ice-cold metal in his hand and pulls on the two rings with anticipation.
His amazement knows no bounds. The thing has become rock solid! It's as if they were welded together.
Of course, they weren't. Now, at normal temperatures, the ice will melt and after a while the two parts will separate again.
Timmy ran up the stairs and went to his room. To do this, he first had to take the stairs to the first floor. Then down the hallway.
At the end of the hallway was a door behind which a spiral staircase led to his attic room.
He sat down on his bed, ready to get started. He checked the ice lock again:

“Still frozen, good.”

He went over his plan again. Since it was his first attempt today, he wanted to try something simple.
His goal was to tie his arms and legs to each of the four bedposts. For this, he had ropes, an ice lock,
and two small rope pulls. The rope pulls were small enough to fit in his hand and had a rope brake.
So his idea was to tighten the ropes with them and use the ice lock to free himself.
He went over the plan and was sure that it was perfect. Nothing could go wrong.
Ice melts when it gets warm; no one can break that law.

Since he didn't have forever, he got started right away.
First, he put on something comfortable. He decided on his short blue pajama bottoms.
Otherwise, he was bare-chested and, of course, barefoot.
Then he took four ropes and tied them around his wrists and ankles.
He had printed out a little instruction manual with pictures.
Timmy isn't stupid. He knows that ropes can cut off the blood supply. He's had that experience before.
That's why he looked up some tutorials. When he was done, he had four long ropes hanging down.

“Damn, the cable ties are missing.”

He didn't want to untie the ropes again. So he took all four of them in his hand and carefully went down two floors to get a pack of cable ties.
Once he was back upstairs, he was ready to go.
At the top, he secured the two rope pulls with a short rope each.
Then he lay down on the bed and tied the ropes at his feet to one of the lower posts each.
He tied the rope pull on the right side directly to the rope around his wrist.
On the left side, he tied the ice lock directly to his wrist. That, in turn, was tied to the rope pull.

Before anything went wrong, he wanted to test the construction. He lay down in an X shape and checked the position.
However, he was not satisfied with the result.
Although he had a fairly large bed, his hands were almost at the top.
This meant he could reach the posts and free himself prematurely. But that was not his goal.
He thought for a moment and began to solve the problem.

He untied his hands again and moved down.
There he wanted to tie his ankles directly to the bedposts.
That way, he would be lower down and have enough space at the top for his rope construction.
First came the left leg, which he tied directly to the bedpost.
The right leg seemed to lack a little mobility.
Without further ado, he pulled on the rope until his leg reached the post.
Now both ankles were tied to the posts and his bare feet hung slightly over the edge in the air.

“Damn, this is almost like gymnastics. Now I know why people practice the splits.”

He lay back down and tied the two ropes back to his wrists. Finally, he attached a few cable ties to critical points so that he couldn't loosen the ropes.
He placed a pair of side cutters in the middle of the bed so that he could free himself when the ice melted.
Now everything was ready, and Timmy checked the ice lock again.

“Wow, this really lasts longer than 10 minutes.”

Timmy was worried that he was taking too long and that the ice had already melted. But so far, everything is still rock solid.

“Here we go,” Timmy said loudly.

He pulled on the second rope of the pulley and slowly his arms were pulled upward.
He pulled them further and further until he could hardly move.
He checked the restraints and was satisfied. The ropes were tight and he couldn't reach the knots.
And even if he could, the cable ties would prevent any attempt to loosen them.

The only thing he could reach was the ice lock and the carabiner at the top.
But he couldn't undo it because the rope was quite tight.
He wriggled in his bonds and was happy.
This was the first time he had been tied up so securely that no one could free him.
He played with the restraints for a few more minutes and decided to tighten the ropes a little more.
So he pulled the rope again until it was fully taut, and Timmy could hardly move.
He threw the rope to the left and right of the bed and tried to relax.
The feeling was simply wonderful! So he lay there on his bed.
His arms and legs are stretched tightly in all directions. His bare feet hung over the edge of the bed, dangling in the air.
He was wearing only blue pajama bottoms. So far, everything was going according to plan. At least almost everything.
He forgot the gag, and the sun came around and started shining in his face.
He wanted to draw the curtain, but he couldn't. That made him smile. It was just perfect.
It was impossible to free himself. It didn't matter if his head itched or the sun blinded him. There was nothing more he could do. He felt like he was in heaven!
Thanks to the ice lock, he was sure to get out at some point. He didn't know exactly when, but now that the sun was shining, it wouldn't be long.

So he closed his eyes and began to relax a little. In his mind, he wished that Amanda and Ron were there to tickle his feet.

“Why, actually?” he wondered to himself.

He couldn't really explain it. He is extremely ticklish and hates being tickled. On the other hand, he also wishes they would tickle his defenseless feet.

“Why do I even want to be tied up?” he asked himself afterwards.

As the warm rays of sunshine warmed his face, he asked himself many such questions and dozed off.

Some time later

It wasn't the warm light of the sun that woke him up, but a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He opened his eyes and tried to move. But it was futile. The ropes were still tight and he couldn't move a millimeter.
Only a pain-filled groan pierced the silence.

Timmy had tied himself up many times before.
This position was not new to him either. He had been tied up for long periods of time before. Sometimes even for hours.
It was always a bit exhausting to be tied up for a long time. But he never had any problems.
However, the ropes were never tightened that much.
He could stretch and wriggle a little.
But now he realized the fatal flaw in his plan.

With the rope pulls, he could tighten the ropes as much as he wanted. But it didn't work the other way around. He remembered how he had tightened the ropes again because they weren't tight enough for him. He shouldn't have done that. Now the ropes are so tight that he can't move his arms and legs at all.
So far, Timmy wasn't worried. It was only when he touched the ice lock and realized that it was still freezing cold that he became dread and unease.
He didn't know how long the thing would last. He himself didn't expect it to last more than an hour.

When he realized this, he didn't even know what time it was. He turned his head to catch a glimpse of the clock.
When he saw it, cold sweat ran down his face. He had been tied up for over an hour now, and with the preparation time, it had already been 1.5 hours.
His parents could be back soon, and the ice lock didn't feel like it was going to open anytime soon.
If his parents found him like this, he would be grounded for the rest of his life.

[TuggyBoundMale]

Well either he gets grounded

Orrrr, they talk about it with him and encourage him. Who knows. I‘m excited to see how this develops

Oh and personally I also tend to use shorter parts, but, do it as you like, really ^^

[WhereAmI]

Timmy said a bad word and needs to be punished so perhaps the Ice Lock not unlocking yet is fitting? Perhaps Timmy shouldn't say "DAMN" earn a tie-up, nah forget that its fun seeing Tied up Timmy struggling and squirming.

Maybe I should teach Timmy some other swear words and maybe get him tied up more. Its fun seeing Timmy tied up, hopefully waiting to be tickled by his buddies Amanda and Ron.

Good story, please continue. I prefer shorter parts so its easier to remember for this OldPhart.

[Killua]

Wow, amazing story so far. Timmy really should have read the instructions to that thing to find out at least roughly how long the ice lock will last. Making the ropes too tight wasn’t his brightest idea either. I guess he will learn from the experience one way or another. You kept it really exciting. I’m incredibly curious if he will be free before his parents come home and if not if they find out. I just hope he won’t be grounded and forbidden to play tie up games for the rest of his life, that would be sad.

He better hopes his parents are fine with his hobby. But still a dangerous position in case they are fine with it, because his dad surely hasn’t forgot the boy’s teasing about having fun listening to everything that men do wrong. And his feet and armpits are quite an easy target for any revenge plans

[Kira]

Thanks for the comments.

Is this the Killua fan club? Three comments, two with Killua in the avatar. (I like Killua. He is cool. )

Sometime in the distant future, I wanted to write a free-to-read fantasy novel, just for fun. So I spontaneously decided to use this as a writing exercise. I'm glad that the story is finding readers, and I definitely plan to write a little more. At least as far as my time allows. But the next part will definitely come this week.

Timmy said a bad word and needs to be punished so perhaps the Ice Lock not unlocking yet is fitting? Perhaps Timmy shouldn't say "DAMN" earn a tie-up, nah forget that its fun seeing Tied up Timmy struggling and squirming.

Timmy is a smart boy. But he constantly struggles with this urge to want more. It's definitely realistic that one day he'll go too far and get himself into real trouble. Will that be today? We'll see in the next part.

[Killua]

Thanks for the comments.

Is this the Killua fan club? Three comments, two with Killua in the avatar. (I like Killua. He is cool. )

Seems like it. So be careful what you do. A two top assassins are watching you.
I’m certainly looking forward to more of your stories and parts

[Kira]

And now on to Part 2. We hope you enjoy it!

What has happened so far?

After Timmy had a little tie-up adventure with his friends Amanda and Ron, his interest was greater than ever.
He got himself some new tie-up tools and planned a few experiments during his week off. Unfortunately, Amanda and Ron weren't there,
so he had to tie himself up. When his parents left the house for two hours, he got to work.
He tied his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. He used two rope pulleys to tighten the ropes and planned to use an ice lock to free himself. The only clothing he wore was a pair of short pajama pants.
After 1.5 hours, however, he realized he had made a mistake. The ropes were really extremely tight. His body was stretched like a bowstring.
In addition, the ice lock lasted much longer than expected. With pain in his shoulders and full of panic, he waited for his parents to come home.

Would his first experiment end in disaster?

Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 2

His good mood has vanished Instead, panic is spreading through him. He knows that his situation is extremely unfavorable.
He has to come up with something immediately. But the situation is pretty hopeless.
First, he concentrates on the knots. The only problem is that he can't see them.
The ropes are so tight that he can't even lift his head. So he has to feel his way blindly.
Slowly, his fingers move over the thick tangle of ropes wrapped around his wrists.
However, his freedom of movement is severely restricted. He can do little more than search for a weak spot with his fingertips.
Again and again, he tries to loosen individual parts of the knot with his index finger. But he can't manage to untie it.
He's not even sure if he's found the knot at all. After 10 minutes, he gives up on the plan.

Now comes the next plan: pure panic. He starts to struggle and pull wildly. He swings back and forth.
He uses every millimeter of his remaining freedom of movement to pull on the ropes.
But even that doesn't help much. Apart from some squeaking wood, absolutely nothing happens.
Slowly, his desperation grows. He tries to calm down and look for a solution.

Obviously, he can't untie the knots. But he can reach the ice lock. However, he can't open it.
But then he has an idea: body heat! He turns his left hand in the ropes and grabs the ice lock tightly.
If he presses long enough, it should speed up the melting process.
The downside of this method is that his hand slowly but surely begins to freeze. It's like holding a snowball.
For a few seconds, it's not so bad. But after a minute, he feels the stinging pain of the cold in his fingers.
He has to let go of the lock for a moment and move his fingers around to warm them up.
He grabs the ice lock again.

“Open up, you damn junk!,” Timmy curses loudly into the empty room.

His patience is clearly at its limit. His parents could arrive at any moment, and he hasn't made any progress so far.
No sooner has he uttered the curse than the situation seems to take a turn for the worse. A noise catches his attention.
For a moment, he hopes that he has imagined it, but the slam of a car door quickly shatters that hope.
His parents are here!

The thought that his parents might find him like this causes his adrenaline levels to skyrocket once again.
He grabs the ice lock tightly, as if he wants to crush it. Then he tries to rub it. In between, he yells at it again.
He feels that he has not been successful so far. The ice lock is just as cold as before. His bonds are not any looser.
Desperate, he tries everything to transfer his body heat to the lock. He is encouraged by the quiet sound of the front door.
For Timmy, time is passing in slow motion. It feels as if he has been fighting against the restraints and the ice for hours.
In reality, barely five minutes have passed. But now his efforts are interrupted by another sound: his door opening.

“Hello Timmy, we're back,” echoes through his room.

So far, Timmy hasn't been caught. The door to his room is one floor below him. To see him, she first has to climb the spiral staircase.

“Hello, Mom!”

“We brought you some cake. Come and eat.”

“Not now, Mom. I'll eat later,” Timmy replies, his voice slightly pained.

Slightly concerned, his mother asks, “Are you okay?” and hears the stairs creaking.

Timmy takes a deep breath and says, “Everything's fine, Mom. I just want to finish watching a movie. There are new episodes of my series, and I don't want to miss them. Can I eat upstairs, please?”

As he says this, he concentrates on sounding as normal as possible. He wants his voice to sound like that of a cute little boy with big eyes asking to be allowed to watch TV.
Nothing could be further from the truth.

Silence fills the room. Timmy is absolutely tense. But then his mother says:

“Okay, I'll bring your food upstairs.”

“No, Mom!” Timmy says without hesitation. He thinks for a moment and then says, “I want to get something to drink from the garage anyway. I'll come down and get it.”

Silence follows again. Timmy's excitement is boundless. His head is burning hot and he doesn't move a single muscle. He even holds his breath, his eyes wide open.
He concentrates fully on his ears. It seems like an eternity, but then comes the relief.

“Okay,” says his mother, and he hears her footsteps.

Slowly, he begins to focus on the most important things again. Breathing and the ice lock. He grabs it again and tries to hold on to it tightly.

He hears the sound of footsteps on the stairs, but this time much quieter.

“She's going downstairs!” says Timmy. The ice lock is also slowly making progress. He notices how it moves when he shakes it.
He plucks up new courage and tries pulling it again. The result is a frantic struggle. He throws his body back and forth and tries to open the ice lock.
But it is still unsuccessful.

“Please open, please!” he says quietly in a much friendlier tone.

“I'll never do it again. I'll never do anything so stupid again. Please open.”

But his pleas go unheard. Another 10 minutes pass and the ice lock simply refuses to give way.
During this time, he hears his parents footsteps going back and forth.
Every time he hears a noise, he flinches and expects his doom.
And so more minutes pass. Timmy is now covered in sweat.
The pleading and pulling seem to be of no use.

But then something happens that he hardly expected. Without him doing anything, without pulling or wriggling, the ice lock breaks into two pieces and his left arm is freed.
He should be happy, but the stabbing pain in his arm causes him to groan instead.
He slowly moves his arm to get used to his newfound freedom. But he is not free yet; he must hurry.
He tries to free his right arm, but is unsuccessful for the time being. Then he remembers the side cutters.
With their help, he can cut the cable ties that connect his ropes to the pulley.
With both arms now free, he tries to free his feet.

He slowly pulls himself to the bottom of the bed and slowly unties the knot. It takes another five minutes until he has untied all the ropes and lets himself fall off the bed.
He slowly gets up. His body has to get used to moving again. He quickly cleans up all the evidence. He packs the ropes and tools back into his bag and hides them in a box under the blankets.
Then he gets changed. A thick sweater and long pants to cover the marks left by the restraints on his wrists. Then he sits down on the sofa and turns on the TV.
At this point, his hands are shaking as if he had walked naked through the North Pole. Slowly, however, he begins to calm down. The shaking disappears, his adrenaline level drops. Every now and then he tries to move.

He also looks for the instructions for the ice lock and is quite surprised.
“When completely frozen, the lock can last up to 2.5 hours.”
Below that were several warnings.
In fact, he was only trapped for about 2 hours.
“At least it was worth the money,” Timmy said ironically.

Finally, he even dares to go get his food.
He slowly sneaks into the kitchen and sees his piece of cake on the table. But when he reaches for it, his mother is standing behind him.

“Hi, honey,” she looks at him a little surprised. “Are you sick?”

“No, Mom.”

She puts her hand on his forehead and says, “You're a little warm. And why are you wearing that thick sweater?”

Without thinking too much about it, Timmy says briefly, “Because it's cozy.”

She seems a little skeptical. But in the end, she gives in.

“Please put on something thinner. You're already sweating.”

“Okay,” said Timmy and went to his room.

The rest of the day passed quietly. He avoided his parents and preferred to sleep in his long pajamas that night.
The risk of his parents seeing the marks on his hand was too great for him.

Of course, he could hardly sleep like that. So he thought long and hard. First, he thought about what he had done wrong. “That was a mistake,” he realized.

But after a while, his thoughts changed. “They didn't catch me. So it went pretty well after all.”

A whole new feeling mingled with the others. The thought that he had almost been caught. He had never experienced anything so exciting before.
It was a thrill he wanted to feel again.
As soon as these thoughts flashed through his mind, he shook himself.

“No,” he said quietly. I have to be more careful.

In the end, he thought about his plan. He'll take a break on Monday, but on Tuesday he'll try again. This time, however, he'll go somewhere where he can really be alone.
It will be his secret hideout in the forest. This place is perfect for experimenting with restraints.
Unfortunately, the place is quite far from his home, which is why he usually avoids going there.
But now it seems like the better choice.

With this thought, Timmy fell asleep.

[Killua]

Really nice new part. I was looking forward to it and it didn’t disappoint. I was so curious while reading to find out if Timmy will be found out or if his secret stays secret after all. I’m really curious about his next experiments though. I wonder if he learned from that experience but…

“A whole new feeling mingled with the others. The thought that he had almost been caught. He had never experienced anything so exciting before.
It was a thrill he wanted to feel again.”

… nah, I doubt he learned from it at all And now even planning to try it in the forest? Seeing his luck from the first experiment, the experiment in forest will include a sudden rainfall or temperature drop keeping him stuck longer than expected or something else unexpectedly happens. But hey, let’s just believe in Timmy that he manages to pull a successful experiment one day Well… if we are generous… his experiment was successful. He wasn’t caught after all

[WhereAmI]

YAY TIMMY THE MAGNIFICENT has escaped and learned a few lessons, I sure hope he doesn't forget then very soon.

[TuggyBoundMale]

Lucky, very Lucky.

A forest hideout??? That sounds VERY promising. I‘m really excited what will happen next

[Kira]

Thank you for the positive feedback.

I think Chapter 2 is about 33% complete. So we can still look forward to some of Timmy's ideas. And in Chapter 3, Amanda and Ron return from vacation. Maybe they can benefit from Timmy's experiences? In any case, I have a few more pieces in the pipeline. I hope you enjoy the next ones just as much.

By the way ...
I don't think Timmy has ever heard of Finagle's Law. (“Anything that can go wrong will go wrong—and at the worst possible moment.”)
But he still has a whole week to learn the meaning of these words.

[WhereAmI]

I would love to read about Timmy got hogtied playing cowboys and cowgirl in your avatar, he looks so comfortable and seems to be enjoying his predicament.

HI HO TIMMY AWAY. Timmy's Tiger PONY.