Stories of Tie Up Games

Thanks for the fantastic comments, guys! Glad to see that you enjoy John's adventures

I just love the way the guys - in this case Eric - immediately spring to action the second John steps out of the washroom and clamp their gloved palms atop his face to prohibit any speaking. Loving the physical overkill domination and the overly severe preventative handgags.

Finally caught up—really enjoyed the whole journey so far! The idea of being held captive as a birthday gift was brilliant, and that line from John’s dad—‘I guess you can consider yourself the prisoner of your own desires’—was just perfect. Subtle, deep, and very well placed. Great work!

nothing better than a father and son hiking in the forest for strengthening family ties

My good buddy @squirrel is being missed!
Hope we get an update from you soon, my friend.

The moment my father and his military buddies set off I started moaning into my oversized gag. The alpha hunks seemed to be amused by my pathetic efforts to speak or make any other noise, but that didn’t stop my from trying. Since I was being carried on my Dad’s shoulder I decided not to struggle or wiggle too much; I didn’t want to risk falling on the ground. With my arms mercilessly bound behind my back and fastened to my torso, the fall could be quite painful and I definitely wanted to avoid that. What was more, I was absolutely sure that even if that happened, none of the muscular alphas would even suggest untying me or at least removing my gag. Whatever they head in mind, I was completely powerless to do anything against it. The guys were fully aware of my helplessness and seemed to enjoy having total control over their restrained victim.

After a few minutes we entered a small, narrow path in the forest so the hunks had to walk in Indian file. My father was at the back; behind him was only Mr. Allen, who was making sure that nothing bad would happen to me. I looked around as much as my position allowed; the woods seemed to be quite large and thick. The trees guaranteed much shade, for which I was really grateful; the day was quite warm and I was already beginning to sweat. I had no idea how my father and his buddies could endure such weather in those tight shirts and army boots. From time to time I cast Mr. Allen a quick glance; whenever he saw me doing that he smiled down at me and playful sparkles of amusement appeared in his eyes. I couldn’t tell why, but I didn’t like that; something was telling me that the guy had planned something nasty for me and the thought that I could do nothing to prevent that happening was a little scary.

I have no idea how much time had passed before we finally reached a lake; from what I could see from my father’s shoulder it was quite large. I struggled a little bit, but one hard smack on my buttocks was enough to calm me down. I heard the guys laugh at my predicament and felt my face turn red under the multiple layers of duct tape. My father stopped and looked around while his army friends started looking for the perfect spot for the fishing. If I was right, they wanted to find a large clearing where we could all sit together, but apparently that wasn’t about to happen. I heard Mr. Cooper and Mr. Morgan curse under their noses, which was an evident proof that they were disappointed with the place.



“What do you say boys, we stay here or try to find some better spot?” Mr. Allen asked after a longer while.

“I say we move on, there must be something better than this!” Mr. Mitchell seemed to be a little irritated, but that could only be my imagination.

“No fucking way! There is plenty of room here, and if we move, we might find nothing and then return here. I’d rather stay here and enjoy the shade of the trees.” Mr. Lewis said.

“Yeah, I agree!” Came from Mr. Allen.

“Same here, guys!” Mr. Morgan added.

“If you guys say so…” Mr. Mitchell gave up.

“All right, that’s settled then!” My father said and placed me on the ground.

For a brief moment I hoped that Dad would finally untie me, but I was in a big mistake. Instead of letting me go, he moved me to the nearest tree and made me sit on the ground. He leaned my back against the tree and told me to stay still. I groaned into the oversized gag, but didn’t dare move. My father smirked at my pathetic whimper and began inspecting my bonds. He checked every single rope and made sure that all the knots were as secure as the moment they had cinched them. He even bent my upper body forward to see if my arms were still properly bound. I looked him in the eye and tried to beg to at least remove my gag, but he just patted me gently on my cheek with his leather gloved palm and stood up. I started struggling a little bit, but Dad kicked me meaningfully and ordered to not cause any problems or there would be consequences; that was more than enough to shut me up and make me calm down.

I let out a sigh and watched my captors work. They were swift and didn’t even require to talk to each other; it was obvious that they had been going fishing together for a long time. Mr. Allen took the fishing rods from one of the bags and started preparing them. Mr. Cooper grabbed some blankets and laid them on the ground, as close to the lake shore as possible. Mr. Lewis took care of the worms and Mr. Mitchell dealt with what seemed to be the most important thing: the alcohol. The hunks had two large portable cooler boxes, which were full of cold bottles of beer. I saw that Mr. Mitchell’s eyes sparkled with joy and amusement when he opened one of the boxes and grabbed several bottles. He handed one to each of his buddies and soon I heard the voice of bottle caps being removed. The guys made a toast and each of them gulped half of the bottle down. I could only stare and envy them.

“Oh fuck, that’s what I needed! The kid doesn’t look like it, but he definitely got on some muscle weight. Carrying him on my shoulder all the way here wasn’t as easy as it used to be, but here is my well earned reward! Man, the guy who invented these cooler boxes was a fucking genius…” My father said and drank the rest of his beer.

“You got that right, bro! One of the best inventions in the history of mankind… Screw the wheel and electricity, THIS is what kids should learn about at school…” Mr. Morgan said and all the hunk laughed. Even I tried to do it, but the gag did its job well and only a barely audible grunt escaped my duct taped mouth.

“Ok boys, let’s not waste more time and set everything ready. I suggest we put the bag with ropes and duct tape next to our prisoner; if he gets bored he can look inside and think of the many ways we can tie him up using those supplies.” Mr. Allen suggested.

“You are a funny guy, have I already told you that, you sick fucker?” Mr. Morgan said with a smile to his buddy.

“Yep, countless of time…”

The hunks laughed again and got to work. My father grabbed one of the bags and placed it next to me. He opened it, grabbed my chin and make look inside; there were miles of rope and at least four rolls of super string, military grade duct tape there. I gulped when I saw how much the guys had prepared for me. Dad let go of my face, ruffled my hair playfully and left me under the tree not saying even one word to me. I watched as Mr. Lewis and Mr. Mitchell put the worms on the hooks. Soon the fishing lines disappeared under the water surface and my captors sat on the blankets or under the trees. For some time they were all quiet, enjoying each other’s company, looking absentmindedly at the lake and from time to time at me.

For some reason I thought that breaking the silence would be inappropriate; the guys seemed to enjoy it a lot. Nobody was saying anything and the only sound we could hear for several long minutes was the one that came from either the forest or the lake. The gentle breeze was brushing our faces and bodies, bringing a welcome relief from the heat that we all felt even in the shade of the trees. Of course I was in the worst position; all my captors could drink the cold beer to cool themselves, while I had to chew on the awfully tasting rag that my father had forced into my mouth earlier that day. I moved a little bit to adjust my position, but that didn’t help much; with all those ropes wrapped mercilessly around my body the best thing I could do was to stay still.

“Fuck, there’s nothing better than going fishing with your buddies on a day like this!” Mr. Cooper broke the silence after a long while.

“Yeah, I agree, bro! Good company, cold beer, nothing to worry about…” Mr. Allen replied.

“And a properly tied up prisoner, right boys?” Mr. Lewis added, making the guys laugh.

The hunks were chatting about meaningless stuff for quite some time. From time to time I tried to attract their attention by moaning and grunting, but none of them took any notice of me. The incredibly tight gag was absolutely flawless and even I could barely hear my muffled whimpers. I could only sit there, leaned against the tree and wait for my captors to release me from my bonds. I closed my eyes to relax, but soon opened them rapidly. Somebody was approaching our little camp and judging by the voice it was a guy. Soon he spotted my father and his buddies and came to say hi. He froze when he saw me and it was clear that he was totally taken aback and maybe even frightened, but the hunks quickly explained to him what was going on. At first he was listening incredulously, but after a while he laughed.

“Really, man? You tie your own son up?” The stranger asked after a short while.

“I also find it hard to believe that someone might love being completely restrained… but if only you knew how many times he begged me to do it…” Dad answered with a smile.

“And I guess the only way to shut him up was... shutting him up, right?”

“Precisely! Come on, sit with us and have a beer, mate!” Mr. Mitchell suggested and the man agreed.

I watched as he joined the group of my captors and soon they were all absorbed in conversation and no one was paying any attention to me. I have no idea how much time we spent like that, but it must have been at least several hours. Whenever I felt bored I looked into the open bag filled with ropes and duct tape and tried to figure out what else the guys had in store for me. Every now and then I tried to struggle and wiggle my arms free, but the bonds were too neat and tight and after a few moments I had to give up. When the Sun started to set, the stranger asked my Dad if he could take a photo of me. My father agreed and the man came closer to me and I heard the familiar clicking sound.

“How do you like it, kid?” He said and showed me the pictures.

I was shocked when instead of my photos I saw a text on the screen. ‘If what those guys said is true, blink twice.’ I looked him in the eye and quickly blinked as he wanted. He ruffled my hair playfully and left to say goodbye with my father and his buddies. He was about to live when he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Man, what the fuck is he gagged with? It looks like something huge..." He asked.

Dad's smile grew awfully wide. He walked to the stranger and whispered somthing into his ears. I saw the guy's eyes grow wide.

"O fuck... I don't envy you, kiddo... But you seem to be enjoying it. Anyway, thanks guys!"

When he disappeared into the woods my Dad came to me and squatted down next to me.

“I saw you blinking, John. I’m thinking that he wanted to make sure that what we said was true and that you are completely safe, am I right, son?”

“Mmmmhhh!” I nodded and tried to speak.

“Good to know he was a good man… Anyway, time to return to the cottage!”

The guys started gathering the stuff: the blankets, fishing rods, empty portable cooler boxes. When everything was packed and we were about to leave, my six captors gathered around me and looked down at me. My father forced me on my stomach to check the ropes again. I grunted impatiently as I was getting really sore and my mouth was parched from being gagged for the whole day. Once Dad made sure that everything was in order, I saw five military boots getting close to my face, surrounding it.

“Son, I was carrying you here. Now you must choose the man who will carry you back home. Place your taped mouth on one of the boots, the owner will do the job.”

I tried to look up, but it was pointless. I squirmed a little bit and for a moment I wanted to oppose and resist; being forced to touch those leather army shoes with my lips was extremely humiliating, even considering the fact that they were tightly taped shut. The guys were waiting patiently and I realized that I had to pick. I crawled a little and touched one of the boots with my mouth.

“Good choice, kiddo! You’ll travel on Eric’s shoulder then!” Came my Dad’s voice.


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It's nice to see a family that plays together.

Loved this continuation! Keep up the great work my friend!

damm it!!!!

its a wonderful next chapter... that stranger dude and asking if all was fine was an interesting detail...

keep me in suspense about the rest of john weekend

Really liked this one. That twist with the stranger caught me off guard—in a good way. Loved the atmosphere, the little details...the subtle blink to the stranger was a brilliant touch.

What a fun chapter! Though I loathe still-fishing (I'm a cast & retrieve type of fisher), these outdoorsy lakeside scenes really speak to me. That's an awesome lakeside clearing.

The stranger's arrival was pretty cool, what with the secret messaging to make sure John was okay and all. But man, I think it's safe to say we're all dying to find out what his taped mouth is packed with. Can't wait for the next part!

@squirrel
Bumping this to let you know that I'm anxious for the continuation!
I also hope you'll decide to restore some of the more recent chapters back to their original form.

Mr. Mitchell seemed to be very pleased with my choice; I heard him clap his gloved hands and rub them a little bit. When I looked up I saw a mischievous grin on his handsome face. He smiled down at me and using his booted foot he pressed my head to the ground, as if I was really his prisoner of war. I immediately started protesting and grunting into my oversized gag, but it got me nowhere. I heard the guys laugh at my pitiful attempts to avoid being humiliated like that and soon felt their leather clad palms all over my body; they were checking my bonds for I didn’t even know which time that day. After several moments I heard their satisfied grunts. Mr. Mitchell picked me up and placed me on his muscular shoulder. I was facing his back; when I lifted my head up I saw Mr. Allen; he was keeping close in case something happened.

“All right, boys, I guess we can go back. Our little prisoner is secured and the area is left just as we found it.” Mr. Lewis said and his companions agreed.

They started walking in a line, just like in the morning. I tried my best to keep calm and still on Mr. Mitchell’s shoulder; I really didn’t like the idea of falling to the ground, especially while being cruelly roped up gagged. The journey seemed to take much longer than before, but I realized it was just my imagination; halfway to the cottage the sun began to set and it suddenly became much colder. I shivered a little, but none of my captors paid any attention to it. When I moaned into the gag Mr. Allen simply slapped my face and told me to shut up. Resigned, I had no other choice but to follow his order. When we finally entered the house I really wanted to be freed, but apparently the guys had other plans for me. Mr. Mitchell placed me in the corner, grabbed some rope and hogtied me tightly. I tried to protest, but another slap on my face silenced me for good. To my great surprise, the hunk wasn’t over with me yet; he took a roll of duct tape, tore a long piece and placed it over my eyes, blindfolding me. Then I heard another ripping sound and a few more pieces ware plastered on the first one.

“There you go, little buddy. You just stay here and relax, while we set everything ready for the night.”

“Mmmmhh…” I moaned; I definitely didn’t like what he said.

I have no idea how long I was left alone; the moment I heard Mr. Mitchell walk away I started struggling and tried my best to wiggle my hands free from the ropes, but had to give up after a few minutes; the ropes were as tight as in the moment they were cinched in the morning. I wanted to get rid of the gag or the blindfold so I rubbed my face against the floor for some time, but it was completely pointless as well; I was stuck and there was no way I could untie myself without help. I moaned as loudly as my gag allowed and decided to just wait for the guys to come back. I heard them talk with each other, prepare the meal, some of them were probably drinking beer. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, I heard them approaching. Immediately I started grunting and struggling, but that only made my ruthless captors laugh.

“Listen carefully, son. We’ll untie you now and let you use the toilet; I bet after spending the whole day in ropes you need that. Then you’ll eat the supper. After that you’ll take a shower and then we’ll tie you up for the night. If you fight or speak without permission, you’ll regret. Did I make myself clear, prisoner?” My father’s voice was rough and unforgiving.

“Mmmmhh!” I moaned and nodded my head.

“Good…”

I kept still when the guys were untying the bonds from my body. It took them some time to free me, but once they finally did, they helped me stand up and peeled my blindfold off. I blinked when the bright light hit my eyes and moaned. The hunks smirked and started to remove the gag; it hurt a lot when they brutally ripped the duct tape from my face, but this time I was completely quiet. When they pulled the saliva soaked wad from my mouth I took a deep breath and coughed a little. My father took the wet rag in his gloved fingers and dangled it in front of my face. I looked at it and my eyes grew wide; it was his favorite gym underwear. He was always wearing it when he was doing his workouts and I had troubles with remembering whether it was ever washed up. I felt my face turning red and was about to say something, but, in the nick of time, I realized that it was exactly what the guys could want from me. If I dared to speak without permission I would definitely be punished and I didn’t want to give them any excuse to do so. I just kept my mouth shut and stared at my Dad.

“Good choice, kid. And thank you so much for cleaning this for me!” He moved his gym underwear closer to my face. “I hope you enjoyed the taste!”

His buddies laughed loudly and some of them patter my father on the shoulder, apparently amused with his prank. When they stopped laughing Mr. Cooper grabbed my arm and marched me to the toilet. It was a great relief to finally use it after the whole day. Once I was done and left the bathroom I was immediately grabbed by the arm again and walked to the kitchen, where the supper was already waiting for me on the table. I felt my mouth water when the smell reached my nostrils; after being forced to taste my own father’s sweat soaked underwear for the whole day I was eager to chew on something else. I sat on the chair and realized that I would be the only one eating; my captors must have had their supper while I was lying in the corner hogtied, gagged and blindfolded. I was really hungry so I ate everything I had on the plate in no time.

“Look at him! So eager to be tied up again…” Mr. Morgan said with a devilish smile.

I felt my face turn red one more time this evening; it seemed that the hunks had polished their skills in humiliating me to the extreme. I also realized that I shouldn’t have eaten my meal so fast, but it was too late for me now. The moment I swallowed the last piece of food I was stood up and taken to the bathroom. I kept silent all the time, but it was really tempting to ask them not to tie me up for the night. Of course I realized that it would bring no effect at all, so I fought the urge quickly; if I was to be bound I preferred it to be something less strict than I brutal hogtie. And I was sure that if I dared to speak, nor my father, nor his buddies would have any problems in putting me in it for the whole night. There was only one thing I could do at that moment: following their orders. I took a long, warm shower, put on a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt and left the bathroom. When I stepped into the corridor I saw Mr. Allen waiting for me. He turned me around, twisted my arms behind my back and, to my great surprise, handcuffed them; the cold steel felt almost gentle on my wrists. Once my hands were secured, he clamped his leather gloved palm over my mouth and with squeezed a little.

“We’ve got something special planned for you for your last night, kiddo. We all hope you’ll like it.” He whispered quietly in my ear.

“Mmmhhh??”

“You’ll see. Now move!”

Mr. Allen half marched, half dragged me to the room in which I had spent my first night, roped up to the bed. I didn’t fight or oppose him; it would pointless anyway, so I decided to be a good prisoner and just do whatever I was told. When we reached the bedroom I saw that that my bed was gone. The giant soldier went to the wall and sat with his back against it. He wrapped his free hand around my upper body and forced it against his torso. Then he wrapped his legs around me too, immobilizing me completely. When I was secured, he took his phone from his pocket and wrote something on it. He showed me the screen; there was only one word written on it: ‘ready’. I grunted questioningly into his palm, but he ignored it. He sent the message to someone and rewrapped his muscular arm around me.

After a few moments I heard voices coming from the corridor. The door soon opened and the five soldiers came into the bedroom with smiles on their handsome faces. My father was holding a coil of rope in one of his gloved hands and a roll of duct tape in the other one. I moaned into the hand gag, but he just laughed at me. He took two steps towards me when suddenly something unexpected happened: Mr. Cooper and Mr. Morgan grabbed my father’s arms and held them tightly in place.

“What the fuck?!” My father roared at his assailants, but he was soon hand gagged by Mr. Mitchell.

I watched the scene with wide eyes; with the help of their two buddies, Mr. Cooper and Mr. Morgan tackled my Dad to the ground and forced his arms behind his back. Mr. Lewis sat on his buttocks and removed the rope and duct tape from my father’s palms. Then he used the rope to bind his new victim’s crossed wrists brutally tightly. Once the hands were secured, the hunks moved on to his forearms , elbows and upper arms. The guys took their time tying my Dad up mercilessly, although he was fighting as much as he could all the time. He also tried to shout, but Mr. Mitchell’s gloved palm made sure he would stay quiet.

“All right, let’s get his legs!” Mr. Cooper said.

“MMHHH!!” Came from my father’s mouth.

I had to admit that my Dad was fighting like crazy; he tried kicking his abductors, but the battle had already been lost for him. Two of his buddies grabbed his shins and thighs and held them tightly together, while Mr. Morgan was roping them up starting from the ankles and moving up. They used several long pieces of rope to secure my father’s limbs together; when they were done, even his booted feet were bound. Now that my Dad was nicely secured, Mr. Cooper and Mr. Lewis made him sit up. He looked up at me and our eyes met; even though he was really pissed off, there were also sparkles of amusement in his eyes.

“Time to shut you up for the night, buddy!” Came Mr. Morgan’s voice.

Dad’s eyes shot wide; apparently he didn’t expect to be bound for the whole night and immediately renewed the efforts to free himself. His army friends laughed at that and got down to work on the gag. The moment Mr. Mitchell removed his gloved palm from my father’s mouth Mr. Cooper started forcing some huge wad inside. Dad groaned, but was powerless do to anything else. When the piece of cloth was all packed into his mouth I heard the sound of duct tape being unwound from the roll. Soon the loose end was plastered over my father’s lips and then the tape was wrapped around his lower face over ten times. Mr. Mitchell ripped the tape off and smoothed it over his buddy’s mouth.

“Now for the last touch!”

The four soldiers moved quickly and now that their victim was all bound and gagged, they had no problems in putting my Dad in a tight and inescapable hogtie. He was moaning constantly when his legs were bent and secured mercilessly to his wrists, but he eventually had to give up and surrender. After some time he placed his head on the floor, defeated. Mr. Cooper placed his booted foot on my Dad’s back in the gesture of triumph and all the guys laughed and cheered.

“One down, one to go!” Mr. Allen said behind me.

“Mmmmhh?!” I tried to ask.

“You didn’t think we would simply let you go, did you, kiddo? We decided that you and your father need to spend some quality time together to bond with each other. And what’s better way to do that than spending the night hogtied and gagged next to each other?”

The guys laughed and simply got to work. Fighting wasn’t an option so I just let them do whatever they wanted. I heard my Dad’s grunts when they removed the handcuffs from my wrists and began roping them up with rope. The routine was the same as usual: wrists, forearms, elbows and upper arms. Then my arms were fastened to my torso. Next came the legs, which my captors roped up in exactly the same way they did with my father’s. When I was bound they moved on to the gag: Mr. Allen finally removed his gloved palm from my mouth, but my freedom was very short termed. A big wad was forced into my yap and secured with fifteen layers of super strong duct tape wrapped around my lower face. They smoothed the tape and dragged me to my father; they put me next to him and hogtied me mercilessly.

“Mmmmhhh!” Me and my Dad tried to talk.

“Shall we put them chest to chest, boys?” Mr. Allen asked with a grin. I immediately started shaking my head no and saw that my father did the same.

“Nah… but it might be a good idea to mummify them together if they don’t cooperate.”

“That’s a fucking great idea, man! We can do that tomorrow if they give us a reason!”

“Sleep tight boys, and don’t try anything funny!” Mr. Cooper said and slapped our faces playfully.

I thought that they would leave me and Dad alone, but soon it became clear that they had something else planned for us. Almost everyone left the bedroom, but Mr. Morgan stayed with us. He took his clothes and gloves off and put them neatly on the chair. He was now wearing only his underwear. He checked our bonds one more time before going to bed.

“I’m gonna sleep here in case something happens. You prisoners stay perfectly quiet during the night! You definitely don’t want to wake me up without a good reason…” He threatened and soon we heard his breath slowing down.

Dad and I looked at each other and soon we too fell asleep.


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Definitely didn't see the army guys going for dad! What a turn of events!

I wonder what gags they both got!

Awesome continuation, my friend. I'm so glad to have you back and to see John's adventure continue. This was certainly an unexpected turn of events, one that amuses me quite a bit, seeing as how I tend to enjoy role reversals of this nature. All in all, this is great hazing fun. I couldn't think of a better way for John and his dad to bond. Forceful takedowns, crazy tight bonds, huge gags. Yummy

Also smart of Mr Morgan to stay with them for the night, just in case something goes awry. Great stuff!

GoBucks wrote: 1 week ago I wonder what gags they both got!

I too hope we get to find out! The gags sounded really hefty.

damm it!!!!

its an amazing and unexpected twist... john and his dad spent quality time

@squirrel , you really outdid yourself with this one. You know how much I love tight hogties and wad-stuffed mouths sealed with layer after layer of tape—and this story gave me all of that and more. That twist with the father getting the same treatment? Chef’s kiss. The whole thing was intense, humiliating, and just the way I like it. Can’t wait to see what you come up with next!

Great addition to this tale. The pivot caught us all off guard!

Now if only the buddies take the opportunity to take full advantage of having their buddy incapacitated it would be awesome

Forgot to mention in my earlier comment, but the great reveal pertaining to the big gag poor John had previously been sucking on was great! Poor dweeb. Can you even imagine the humiliation? Fuckin' hell!

Love this twist of the story

Even in my wildest dreams I have never pictured myself being tied up with my own father; I have always looked at him as the one who is in charge, in control. And yet there I was: mercilessly hogtied on the floor, silenced by some huge wad, with fifteen layers of heavy duty duct tape wrapped tightly  around my lower face and with my Dad lying next to me, bound and gagged by his military buddies. I have to admit that it was a lot of fun to watch the muscular hunks overpower my father, tackle him to the floor, hand gag him and then work their rope magic on his arms and legs. Even though he was much stronger and experienced than me, he could stand little chance against his buddies; after all, it was four against one and the guys were equally muscular and experienced as my Dad. When Mr. Morgan told us that he would stay with us I was both glad and disappointed at the same time; it was good to know that the brutal soldiers cared about their prisoners enough to make sure we were safe, but on the other side we could no longer struggle and cooperate to free ourselves. I was sure that if Mr. Morgan saw us trying to escape, he would definitely find a way to punish us. The only thing me and my father could do was accepting our fate and simply wait for the guys to untie us.

When I woke up in the morning I saw my Dad look at me. His whole face was covered in sweat; I guess he tried his best to free himself from the tight ropes, but it got him nowhere. He moaned something that could be a ‘good morning’, but I wasn’t sure about it; his mouth was packed so tightly that it was impossible to tell what he had in mind. I moaned back and tried to smile apologetically; if it wasn’t for me and my love to be bound and gagged, he never would have ended up hogtied and silenced like that. I grunted into my huge wad and struggled a little bit, but all the efforts were pointless; there was no way we could free ourselves without help. I gave up and just lay next to my father, waiting to be let go. Fortunately for us, we didn’t have to wait too long before we heard the door open and the five army studs entered the room. At first I hoped they would just untie us, or at least my Dad, but apparently the hunks weren’t so eager to do that.

“Mmmmmpphhh!” I heard my father moan. It seemed he was quite annoyed.

“Shut the fuck up, prisoner! We’ll untie you when we feel like it!” Came Mr. Cooper’s rough reply.

“Yeah, and for now we don’t.” Added Mr. Allen.

The five soldiers surrounded us. The two which were in front of me and my Dad squatted down,  grabbed our chins in their gloved hands and made us look at them. They had devilish smiles on their faces which sent a shiver down my spine; it was clear that they had planned something for us and I was fully aware that whatever it was, nor me nor my father would like it. We both moaned and tried our best to ask them to release us, but the guys just smirked and put our heads on the floor again. They moved us a little bit so that now me and Dad were lying in front of each other. I looked him in the eye and saw a hint of panic there; apparently he knew what was going to happen and he didn’t like that at all. The five hunks surrounded him like a prey and squatted down again.

“All right, boys! Gloves off!” Mr. Morgan said and there was something sinister in his voice.

“Mmmmhh!” I moan involuntarily.

My eyes shot wide when I realized what his army buddies were up to; the ten bare hands were all over my father’s body, tickling him mercilessly. Mr. Allen and Mr. Mitchell were brushing their fingers on Dad’s neck, Mr. Morgan and Mr. Cooper were digging their fingers into his ribs and, from what I could see, Mr. Lewis was working on his thighs. If my father hadn’t been gagged so tightly he would have been yelling and shouting like crazy; he was really ticklish and he hated that. Unfortunately for him, his mouth was packed to the limits, so the only thing he could do was struggling effortlessly and groan into the oversized stuffing. The tickling didn’t last for too long, maybe thirty seconds, maybe a minute, but it was clear that for Dad it was eternity. When the guys finally stopped, he was lying still and panting heavily, completely exhausted. But that didn’t last for long; after a few moments the hunks started tickle torturing my father again. He jolted in his bonds and grunted again into his gag. But this time he seemed too tired to fight his captors; he just lied there and moaned desperately. Luckily for him, his buddies ended the torment soon.

The hunks stood up and moved towards me. I immediately started panicking and wriggling about wildly in my bonds. I heard them all laugh and squat down around me. I was on a verge of losing my mind with anticipation, but soon it started; I felt all then hands all around me, digging into my ribs, brushing my neck, tickling the inner side of my knees. I struggled like crazy trying to escape, but the ropes did their job well. I was wailing into the gag, but that made no impression on my assailants; they kept tickling me mercilessly for about one minute before they stopped. Just like my father I could only lie and pant heavily, trying to regain my breath. And just like they did with my Dad, soon they started tickling me again, equally ruthlessly, making me jolt in my bonds and groan into the wad in my mouth.

“Mmmmhhh…” I moaned quietly when they finally stopped.

“We’ll give you some time to compose yourselves.” I heard Mr. Cooper’s voice.

The guys collected their leather gloves from the floor and left the room. Dad and I moaned quietly into our gags and looked at each other. Our faces were covered in beads of sweat and our clothes were drenched with it. We were both desperate to escape our bonds, but we also knew that nothing of that sort would happen without help. We stared at each other for some time, waiting for our breathing to get back to normal and our pulse to slow down. I wondered for how long we would stay together like that and if my father was angry with me or his buddies for what had happened to him. I really doubted that, but I also knew how much he hated being tickled so I just wanted to make sure. Unfortunately for me, that had to wait until my gag was removed. After what seemed like half an hour we heard the footsteps approaching.

“All right boys, ready to be let go?” Mr. Allen asked.

“Mmmmhhh!” Dad and I moaned in unison and nodded our heads.

“How surprising… We’ll untie you and we hope you won’t try anything stupid! We know you want a revenge on us, but that’s not gonna happen. If we see you two plotting something, you’ll end up in ropes in no time, got that!?” Came Mr. Lewis’s warning.

“Mmmmmhhhh” We nodded resigned.

The hunks surrounded us again and for a split second I was afraid they would tickle torture us again, but fortunately I was wrong. I was extremely happy to feel the ropes loosen around my arms and legs. It took the guys quite some time to untie all the bonds from our bodies and remove our gags; they worked slowly but methodically. After ten, maybe fifteen minutes, Dad and I were finally completely free. We stood up and rubbed our wrists; the rope marks we clearly visible on our skin, but none of us pain any attention to that; we were free and that was everything that counted at that moment. I looked at him and was really relieved when I saw a smile on his face.

“You fucking assholes!” My father turned to his buddies, who laughed loudly.

“Yeah, we really are assholes, aren’t we, man?” Mr. Mitchell replied and patted him on his shoulder.

“Go use the toilet and take the shower. You both fucking stink!” Mr. Cooper said with a smile.

“Yeah, and whose fucking fault is that?” Dad answered

The guys laughed and left the room. I followed them, got some fresh clothes and headed to the toilet. Luckily there were two bathrooms in the cottage, which, in circumstances like that, was extremely convenient. I did my business and took a very long, warm shower to get rid of all the sweat from my body. I washed my hair and brushed my teeth. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror I realized I still had a lot of tape marks on my face. I smiled to myself; even though being roped up and gagged could be hard sometimes, it was the best feeling in the world. To my great surprise I caught myself on wondering when I would be bound again. My father was definitely right: I really was a weird kid…

When I left the bathroom and entered the corridor I was a little taken aback to see that there was nobody waiting for me; for the last couple of days the moment I left the toilet I was grabbed and roped up brutally, but this time it was different. For a brief moment I thought that my Dad and his friends might have planned something more for me, but soon I heard them laugh loudly in the kitchen. I shrugged my arms and went there. I opened my eyes wide when I saw a birthday cake on the table and wondered how they managed to get that. A wide smile appeared on my face when I walked to them.

“There is our birthday boy! Happy birthday, kid!” Mr. Morgan said.

“Happy birthday, young man!”

“Happy birthday, son!”

The guys were speaking all at once, so I just said ‘thank you so much’ to all of them. They came closer, ruffled my hair playfully, patted me on the shoulders and marched me to the table. My father lit the candles and told me to make a wish. I did and blew out the candles. They hunks congratulated me and sat on the chairs. My Dad got a knife in his hand to cut the cake and the moment he did I realized something: none of the guys were wearing their leather gloves, which must have meant that, at least for the time being, I would remain free and out of the ropes. Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Allen got the beers and handed everyone a bottle. I asked if I could have one too, which made the hunks laugh loudly. I look at my father, who simply shook his head no and that ended the case.

For the next several hours we were sitting in the kitchen or the living room, talking laughing and generally having great time together. Mr. Lewis told me a few army tales in which one of his buddies got tied up and gagged. I was listening carefully to every single word, enjoying the story very much. It was a little weird, but I felt really comfortable among those huge, muscular hunks. Even though they were actually my kidnapper, I loved spending time with them; I felt as if I was a part of their pack. But when the beer bottles were empty and the food was gone I realized that the party and the whole weekend were over. It was soon confirmed by my father.

“All right, I guess we should get going. I need to be at work tomorrow and we still have a few hour drive ahead of us.” He said and got up.

The guys agreed and we started cleaning the house. Since there were seven of us it didn’t take us long; after an hour everything was ready. We were all ready to leave when I saw the hunk put on their leather gloves on their palms. I felt a huge smile spread on my mouth as I looked at my father. He had sparkles of amusement in his eyes again when he walked to me. He clamped one of his leather clad hands over my lower face and with the other one he held my head still.

“You didn’t think you could travel as a normal kid, right? You came here as a prisoner and you will as a prisoner! Dad barked.

“Mmmmhh!”

My arms were grabbed and twisted brutally behind my back. Soon I felt rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists multiple times before the final was cinched tightly beyond the reach of my fingers. I gasped into my father’s palm when my elbows were put together and bound. Next there was a long coil of roping wrapped around my chest, fastening my arms to my torso. Then my legs were restrained at the ankles, below my knees and finally the thighs. I squirmed a little to test the bonds and, to my satisfaction, they were all tight and neat. Dad removed his hand from my mouth and the moment he did, Mr. Morgan forced some slimy wad into my protesting yap. When it was all in my father clamped his gloved palm on my lower face again. The guys made me hop to the van and pushed me inside. Mr. Cooper was the only one who wasn’t drinking so he was the driver and Mr. Allen sat in the passenger seat. The rest of the hunks were in the back of the van with me. Dad sat at the wall and pressed my body against his torso, covering my mouth with his hand all the time.

“Sorry, son, but we’re out of duct tape. So I’m afraid I have to keep you gagged like this until we get home. We can’t risk you calling for help, right?”

The drive was uneventful this time; the guys were talking and from time to time I was moaning into my gag, but that only made my father tighten his grip on my lower face. When we finally arrived at our place I was untied completely and the giant wad was removed from my mouth. I coughed a little bit, but didn’t dare to complain. The soldiers once again wished me a happy birthday and drove off, leaving me and my Dad in front of our house.

“That was amazing! Thank you so much for arranging it for me!” I said to my father with a smile on my face.

“I knew you’d like it. And I really doubt you have enough of being bound, am I right, son?”

“You know me too well, Dad…”

“We’ll have to do something about it… maybe a month in restraints would do the trick…” He said and winked. “Anyway, time to sleep, it was a long weekend!”

I went to my bedroom and changed for bed. I put my shorts on and lay down on my bed. Before I fell asleep I heard Dad’s voice echoing in my head… ‘maybe a month in restraints would do the trick’. For a split second I was wondering if he was serious. And smiled under my nose when I realized he might have been…


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I presume that's that for tis tale?

I shall just have to wait for the next one.

Xtc wrote: 5 days ago I presume that's that for tis tale?

I shall just have to wait for the next one.

This entry is over, but there will be more stories in John's diary

Great story - as usual. Thanks for taking the time to write it!

A fine conclusion to an exciting weekend. Certainly one both of them will cherish and remember for a long time.
Love the ominous threat John's dad left him with. It leaves room for some very promising future adventures. Great fun!