Stories of Tie Up Games

OR ELSE ?

"Or else?"

"nothing, just come over here".

"why?"

"because I ask nicely".

"to do what?"

"you need a bathroom break and I need to take that cock ring off.".

"ah, ok".

"that would actually be greatly appreciated".

I wriggle, finding my balance standing up on the bed with my wrists and elbows tied. Sounds easier than it is.
Walking over to the edge of the bed, I jump off and turn to you.

"thanks, now let me see" with that your hands go inside my shorts and you pull down my shorts and jockstrap, removing the cock ring.

"will keep that for later".

"you may want to use the bathroom now".

"tied like this?" I ask.

"I think that is the idea indeed." you taunt.

"but ho---" you break into my sentence "just sit down."

You cannot help but laugh.

"but what if ----" again you break in mid sentence "whatever you spill, you will clean up afterwards" you finish my sentence.

"I would try not to spill" you kindly advise me.

"well, what wise words you speak"

I throw you an angry look.

With that, I walk over to the bathroom and sit down onto the toilet seat.
Luckily for me, I am able to do my business without creating any mess.

I get back up and shout that I am ready.

you come into the bathroom and pull my jockstrap and shorts back up.

"thanks" I add.

"Now follow me" you order me.

I march back into the living room.

"what about we sit down and watch a movie together. Spend some quality time" you say.
"any movie you like in particular?"

"euuuhh???, not really no. Am I going to be tied like this during the movie".

"Oh no," you reply. " that would be too comfortable for you".

avoiding the subject, you switch topic and suggest "what about Ransom"?

"haven't seen that one so yeah, why not".

"allright then, let's get you ready..."

suddenly changing your tone of voice from kind and compassionate to firm and dark.

"say what?"

"we need to get you into the Ransom state of mind"

With that, you push me forward and then turn me around to face you.

I can see a devious little smile appearing. Like a 4-year old that knows he has got some naughty thoughts but is not ready yet to share them.
You chuckle.

you go down on your knees and unfold my soccer socks back over my knees.

Next, you start tying my ankles, looping rope around them and cinching the rope in between.
Repeating the same, adding rope below and above my knees and next my thighs. You pull the ropes quite tight, almost making me loose my balance.

After that, you gently sit me down onto the sofa.

"that is really tight, is that really necessary" I ask, re-adjusting to the limited mobility again.

I look down at my now bound legs. The ropework is not only tight but looks really nice.

"even though I am not liking this one bit, great ropework mate".

"we aim to please" you reply.

Moving around on the sofa, trying to find a more comfortable position, the hemp ropes just seem to self-tighten.

Next, you start tying my feet together, looping rope around and in between my feet, not resisting the odd tickle.

"There" you sigh. "tightly packed".

"Are you going to make me watch the movie tied like this?" I ask.

"not really no." you say with that naughty smile on your face again. This time, accompanied by a little twinkle in your eyes.

"You look a bit too comfortable, but I guess the movie will provide us with some ideas to remedy that."

"huh?"

Finished chapter 6 - The Bike Rack.

Although I'm 6 years late in reading this great story it is riveting. It's nice to see soccer boy Mats get all this attention from his team mates Tom, Chris and others along with Seb from an opposing team. The young men are so attentive in teaching Mats the ropes that are sharing him, Sharing is good. Looks like Tom might cum out ahead in persuading Mats to be his new special Boy Friend.

Can't wait to get back to the story, Chapter 7 here I Cum.

I love the way you discribe the kind Mats is tied up and gagged. The details make it even more realistic und the way you tell his thoughts and feelings make reading so much more intensive. Thank you!

The soccer and socks stuff is very hot too

HUH?

"huh"?
"what do you mean"?

"never you mind" he taunted.
"omg, you have no idea."he shouted.

"no idea about what?" I asked intrigued.

"you have no idea how cuuuuute you look, tied up like that in your soccer uniform."
"you wear those socks so well, the short shorts, the shirt, the ropes bidning your arms...., that ball gag, dissapointingly dangling in front of your mouth, instead of being shoved into it."

You move closer, sitting next to me, you swing your arm around my shoulder. Pulling me closer, our heads bumping.
"Auw" I shout.

In a swift move, your free hand grabs my chin and twists my head towards yours.

"that did not hurt, you wuss..."
"it did" I rebut.

WIth your index digging deep into my cheeck, you move closer. Cheeck to cheeck, you whisper softly in my ear:

"tied up like this, all geared up, y-o-u- d-r-i-v-e- m-e- c-r-a-z-y".

Your tongue slowly and softly touching my earlobe.

I shiver and want to pull back but your arm around my shoulder keeps me pinned firmly onto the couth, whilst your face keeps my face strictly in position.

"you have no idea how hot you look. The things I want to do to you....."

"what's holding you back?" I playfully throw back, before I realise what I just said.

WTF, why did I say that? that is not me. I do not want to find out, or do I? why did I...

"well now, nothing really", you interrupt my thoughts.

"I guess you will find out soon enough". you add.

I had to open my big fat mouth did I not. That is why it is always better to remain gagged, so you cannot blurt out stupid encouragements like this...

"Hey, Hey, " you bring me back, "party's here".

With that, your start to slowly move your head back, cheeck to cheeck, until our lips almost touch. I can feel your breath slowly in and out, against my cheeck. Insticively, my mouth opens, lips ready to embrace yours when suddenly....

you jerk back and pull up the ball gag, shoving it quite violently into my open mouth. I look at you with surprise in my eyes.

"NGPGGAPPP" I try to say.

Quickly, you wrap one of my long soccer socks around my head, further pushing in the ball gag, followed by 2 turns of blue tape around my head, covered by the other long purple soccer sock.

"mmmmmppppph" is all I can muster.

Next, you get up, pull up my bound legs and swing them onto the couch, making me lie on my belly.

"MOVIE TIME" you shout.

With that, you take one of the very thick hemp ropes. Not the usuall thickness, this one looks more like the rope to tie larger boats to the dock.
You start pulling the rope underneath my bound wrists and elbows, looping it through my ankle binds and back to my arms and elbows. At first, it does not really feel like a tight hogtie, until you start repeating the same loop, a second time,
third,
fourth,
fifth,
sixth,
seventh and even an
eight time.

Each loops reinforces the previous one and makes the entire hogtie tighter, and stricter.

When all eight loops are done, the hogtie not only feels tight and unescapable, it also feels extremely strict yet comfortable.

Although I kept on mmmphing throughout, no notice was given to my pleas for mercy.
None whatsoever.

"just the finishing touch" he said, when he moved closer and tied another 2 soccer socks tightly around my, plunging me into complete darkness."

"nothing better than quietly enjoying a movie together" he said, while he patted me on the back.

I felt his hands grab my face and his lips, touching mine through the gag.

"BANG" I heard the unmistakeable sound of a door slamming shut.

Twisting and turning

“Home already?" I hear him shout out.
“how was practice?”

I hear a voice talking back but cannot really make out the words so all I hear is

"qdmjqldfqdfqldjflmqjkdf
pause.
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pause
slmkdjflmqkjdf"

"allright then...."
"you do that".

Suddenly the voice comes closer:
"WHOTF is THAT? ” I hear him ask," and why is he tied up like that?”

“because he likes it” you ruffle your hand through my hair “don’t” you???”

“mmmpphhh!!!”

"SHUSH" your hand grips my face tightly, handgagging me.

"mmmpph"

who is this new guy?
does he live here?
why is he not reacting more surprised to seeing me tied up and heavily gagged like this?


"So, how was practice???" I hear you repeat the question.

“not too bad, but I really need a shower right now".

“I can smell that, speaking of which,…..you may wanna take of your socks and leave them here”

“Why ?" he asks

“I think this one already understands why” you interrupt him, laughing loudly, you firmly push me back into the couch.

"MMMMPPHHH" I protest.

“oooo, “he replies”, I see. But they really stink“

“I know, perfect. I was looking for something to replace his ball gag with”.

“MMMPPPH” I shake my head violently.

"He looks very yummy, tied up like this. Can I have a go later on?" he asks.

"maybe" you reply. "depends"

"on what?"

"the state he will be in after I am done with him"

"right...." "gotcha".

Suddenly a hand firmly grips my erect member, pulling it up through my shorts.
"BUT YOU LOOK SO VERY YUMMY" the voice shouts out close to me.

"MMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHH".

"LEAVE HIM", you shout.

"but look at him" he says while twisting my shaft in his hand, his fingers slowly rubbing my bell end.

"MMMMMPPPPPH".

"I SAID: leave him" your voice stern and strict.

"make me! "

"don't make me do this" you warn him ...

I feel a second hand covering the hand that is still massaging my hard one, trying to pull the first hand away from me.

"let go" I hear you repeat.

"or else".

"I said, l-e-t- g-o-!!!!"

"last warning".
...
...
...
...
...





"no".



"hey....no...WTF....no....let me....what ....no..."

the voices distance themselves from me until I hear a door being thrown shut.

and then, nothing.

"MMMMPPPPHHH?" is there anyone?

Still at it, I see. Good.