Stories of Tie Up Games

Welcome to the adventure @Ropelover98. Glad you could join us! I hope you had the chance to look at Jake's homework. He liked one of your own photos enough to add it to the montage and put it on the USB key


For those who may be wondering what I'm referring to, @Ropelover98 is the handsome, bound & gagged puffer-wearing blond bloke on the 4th photo of Jake's montage. Click on the spoiler bar to see the full-sized photo:

I went to bed that night, nuzzling my face into Erick’s thick hoodie but finding considerably less solace in doing so than I had on nights prior. The weight of a seemingly important decision hung over my shoulders and loomed above me like a dark cloud. It felt heavy and menacing, as though any decision I took would immediately come with deep ramifications.

Erick’s proposal had been gently worded and fair, but I was lucid enough to recognise it for what it was. An ultimatum.

If I accepted his offer, he would move things up to the next level. If I declined his offer or postponed it in some fashion, he would interpret that as a sign of disinterest and I would lose him forever. I would never get to find out what might have become of us. But the question remained: was I ready to take things to the next level? What exactly did being his boi entail? Would that make me his boyfriend? And if so, did I actually want to embark on a romantic relationship with a man fifteen years my senior?


What should have been a relatively easy decision was instead transformed into an immensely laborious one. My mind became filled with doubts. Doubts and insecurities, not only relating to Erick but also to myself.

More than anything, though, it was the fear of the unknown that gnawed at me. Time and again, I tried telling myself that I was overthinking things, that I was being too dramatic and too paranoid. But every time I stopped to ponder what a relationship with BIKER_GOM_DOM might look like, my mind couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that I had so little to offer him.

I couldn't cook, had no experience as a sub and could hardly offer him the great sex he deserved and probably expected. On the subject of sex, the idea of anal intercourse with a man, it terrified me. It always had.

Although I was initially relieved to find out that a significant portion of gay men were also not into anal, I knew we were in the minority. A large minority, yes, but still a minority. Part of me had always figured that if I was to eventually have a boyfriend, anal sex would most likely come up and that I’d occasionally need to put my preferences aside in order to fully satisfy my partner.

Erick’s warnings about our size difference and the related difficulties it would entail had for effect of filling me with a weird mixture of excitement and dread. The idea of being bedded by him conjured up some rather arousing imagery, but I knew myself well enough to know that the act of love-making itself would paralyse me with fear.

I had tried, more than once, to finger myself while showering. Unlike many of the self-declared bottoms and sex-hungry subs I’d come across online though, it had granted me no pleasure. Only great discomfort and a feeling of unmistakable revulsion.



Then there was Erick’s other warning: that of him being a strict enforcer of protocol. It sounded daunting when he’d first spoken those words to me at the end of our date, and it seemed even more daunting after my hour-long research on the web.

Protocol was scary. I’d come across innumerable guides and articles on the subject; each one apparently tasked with making it seem more daunting than the next. It was a broad term that splintered off into a variety of categories; poses, signals, gestures, language, etc. I had no idea which specific type of protocol Erick was into – if not all of them – but the fact that he’d gone out of his way to warn me certainly hinted at the seriousness of his adherence to it. I was admittedly a bit intrigued but also somewhat intimidated by it.


Finally, there was the annoyingly tenacious matter of our age gap. No matter how often I tried pushing it away, it always reared its ugly head and lingered at the back of my mind. Erick was hot and I was definitely attracted to him. Make that very attracted. Age probably shouldn’t matter that much given that it’s only a number, but the idea of dating a man on the cusp of reaching forty nevertheless made me hesitate and left me second-guessing myself.

Then again, would we actually be dating? Or would we simply be entering into a non-binding occasional dom-sub exchange? What if I had trouble following his orders? What if I didn’t like submission as much as I thought I would? I had so many questions, so many doubts. And all of them legitimate.

In hindsight, I should have probably shared my insecurities with Erick and asked him to spell everything out for me. After all, he was a good communicator, and given how patient and gallant he’d been during all three of our previous dates, I’m certain he would’ve successfully put my mind at ease and offered a bit of clarity.

Of course, being my usual stupid self, that’s not what I ended up doing.



I spent all weekend and most of the following week mentally pacing about and worriedly mulling things over before finally coming to the one inevitable conclusion. I was afraid. I was nervous. But more than anything, I wanted this.

I would beg Erick to continue taking things slow with me and would continue reminding him of my timid nature and inexperience. But yes, after all was said and done, I wanted this. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I just knew I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least give this a try.



My fingers were practically shaking on Thursday night – almost a full week after our third date – when I deleted my hookup account and texted my new Dom to let him know I was ready to move forward. Erick had once again planned on being up north for the weekend, but he immediately changed those plans upon receiving my text.

I was told - quite assertively - that I would be spending the weekend at his place. Suffice it to say, I was excited. More than that, I was ecstatic.

The invitation to Erick’s place came with an additional feature though. He had always insisted on coming to get me and then seeing me home safely. This time, however, it was different. No one would be picking me up. Rather, I would be going to him.

Erick of course didn’t say as much, but he didn't need to. I understood the significance behind the seemingly benign detail. As much as I suspected him of liking the idea of scooping me up and bringing me to his place, this upcoming meetup would be different. It would somewhat formalise the start of something new; a union of sorts. As such, having me willfully travel to his place in order to submit to him not only made sense but also legitimised our relationship. I would be the sub going to see his new Dom. The pathetic little underling vowing fealty to his new King. And not just any King, mind you. King Erick!

So glad to see that Jake agreed to accept Erick's conditions!!! I can't wait to see what the alpha hunk had prepared for his new "guest" for the weekend...

Great chapter, short, but very well written!

Go for it Jake, become Erick's BOI FRIEND because if you don't the story is pretty much over and you've already put so much typing into it.

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And there we have it....the beginning of Jake's journey

He had some rational thoughts, but in the end his curiosity of what could have been was enough to tip the scale.

Eager and waiting for Erick's welcome, and what that could all entail.....Do u think he will go all Mr Hyde on Jake?

Very much so interested on the follow up chapterrrrr. Finally their fated meeting as dom and sub

Oh wow, okay, things are about to start

I love the subtle detail of making Jake go to his house on his own. Overall a great chapter and I’m glad that Jake took the time to think about what he wants. I’m glad he didn’t just agree on day one but took some time to mule it over and do some research. Can’t wait for the next chapter!

Oh my, I really like the Jake character. He resonated with me so much that I became immersed in the story. Thank you for another chapter, sir!

bondagefreak wrote: 1 month ago Welcome to the adventure @Ropelover98. Glad you could join us! I hope you had the chance to look at Jake's homework. He liked one of your own photos enough to add it to the montage and put it on the USB key


For those who may be wondering what I'm referring to, @Ropelover98 is the handsome, bound & gagged puffer-wearing blond bloke on the 4th photo of Jake's montage. Click on the spoiler bar to see the full-sized photo:

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Yes Sir i saw!! im so very honored, lucky helpless boy i am!
And just read the last chapter, i like he decided to surrender to Erick, cant watch to see what he has in store for him Sir!
Also thinking how it it would be if i surrender to You Sir

Can't wait for next chapter...

Well, if he's sub he must understand that anal sex is his duty even if he isn't too much into this. There's duties in life, we can't make just what we like. But I'm sure Erick will teach him it.

Ropelover98 wrote: 1 month ago

bondagefreak wrote: 1 month ago Welcome to the adventure @Ropelover98. Glad you could join us! I hope you had the chance to look at Jake's homework. He liked one of your own photos enough to add it to the montage and put it on the USB key


For those who may be wondering what I'm referring to, @Ropelover98 is the handsome, bound & gagged puffer-wearing blond bloke on the 4th photo of Jake's montage. Click on the spoiler bar to see the full-sized photo:

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Yes Sir i saw!! im so very honored, lucky helpless boy i am!
And just read the last chapter, i like he decided to surrender to Erick, cant watch to see what he has in store for him Sir!
Also thinking how it it would be if i surrender to You Sir

Riiiiight @Ropelover98 , curious to know too on how it would be surrendering to sir @bondagefreak

Only just got a chance to read through all this..Damn.
The first chapter was relatable.
Very relatable
Jake in general reminds me so much of myself that it's almost unnerving

And the pacing of this story is definitely great.

Can't wait for the next chapter.

Haha, nice to see Jake so hesitant with / against anal and moving forward with the relationship (as opposed to being 100% submissive and acquiescent from day dot). Reminds me of, well, me.

OrdinaryWorld wrote: 1 month ago Haha, nice to see Jake so hesitant with / against anal and moving forward with the relationship (as opposed to being 100% submissive and acquiescent from day dot). Reminds me of, well, me.

Agreed. I like the back and forth/ pro-con Jake goes through in these last couple of chapters!

Pakislol wrote: 1 month ago Oh my, I really like the Jake character. He resonated with me so much that I became immersed in the story. Thank you for another chapter, sir!

Hey @Pakislol. Welcome to the forum! It's always a thrill having a new member join our ranks and step out into the open. I'm very glad to hear you can relate to Jake on some level and that it's contributed to your immersion in his narrative. Very much looking forward to seeing your name pop up in the comments regularly from now on. Welcome aboard!

Pup wrote: 1 month ago Only just got a chance to read through all this..Damn.
The first chapter was relatable. Very relatable Jake in general reminds me so much of myself that it's almost unnerving
And the pacing of this story is definitely great.
Can't wait for the next chapter.

Hey Pup! Nice to have you join us! Welcome to the adventure! Seeing as how you're just a big fan of B&G I sort of expected you would enjoy this Also pleased to hear you find Jake so relatable. I've added your name to the notification list. Stay tuned. Cheers!

I had seen funny memes and humourous videos showcasing what I – at the time – perceived as being blatantly exaggerated representations of the lengths many subs and bottoms go to in order to ready themselves for their respective Doms. While some of those portrayals were indeed a little embellished and overstated, they weren’t far off!


Erick initially wanted me to show up at his place on Friday evening after work, but I convinced him to reschedule for the next day, allowing me to make the trip to his place on Saturday morning instead. I gave him a somewhat fallacious reason for not being able to make it on Friday evening, but it was really just a case of me needing excessive amounts of time to ready myself.

Spending the entire weekend at his place invariably meant sleeping there overnight. And while I had virtually no clue as to what sort of sleeping arrangements I’d be expected to make do with, I knew I had to be prepared.

I shaved myself like I rarely had that Friday night, spent excessive amounts of time removing any bodily hairs that were judged unsightly, and spent additional time shaving my neck, shaving my jawline, bleaching my teeth with hydrogen peroxide and even trimming down my nose hairs. I wanted to look my best. I had to look my best.


I went out of my way to excitedly tell my parents about how three of my coworkers had rented a lakeside cottage out in the countryside, and then made up a story about having been invited to spend the weekend up north with them. I knew that, due to the convincing and believable nature of my backstory, they wouldn't have any reason to suspect foul play or bring into question my truthfulness. Besides, what I did with my own free time was none of their business.

I packed a bag with some spare clothes and also packed some of my grooming essentials. My mum even helped out with the packing by suggesting I bring along the mosquito repellant and sunscreen, which I did; if only to further convince her that I was indeed going on a countryside trip out in the woods.



As you may have guessed, I didn’t actually sleep very much or very well that night. Even by the wee hours of the morning, I was up and about, frantically pacing around my room and readying myself for the big day. My heart was still pounding with adrenaline by the time I finally convinced myself to go to bed.

Suffice it to say, I was groggy as hell when my 9 AM alarm clock woke me up out of my heavy slumber. I ended up snoozing my alarm off not once or twice but a total of five times before finally dragging my miserable tired self out of bed.


It was well past eleven o’clock by the time I was en route to Erick’s place, and though my pulse was racing and the coffee I had prior to leaving was no doubt coursing through my veins, I felt – and looked – so very tired.

I still vividly recall the combination of excitement and angst that swept over me as I stepped off of that last suburb bus, spotted Erick’s home in the distance and made my final approach. It was a warm and sunny day out, but the coolness of his air-conditioned home immediately greeted the front of my body as soon as he opened the front door and told me to come in.


“Hey, Jake. Come on in. How was your trip?” the towering hunk asked, as I stepped in and slowly began taking my shoes off.

“It was okay.” I smilingly answered, all the while wondering why the house’s furry canine resident hadn’t yet come to greet me.

“Rufus is out in the backyard. Oh man, he’s gonna be real happy when he sees you. Haha.” Erick chuckled, almost as if reading my thoughts and knowing exactly what I was thinking.

On the subject of mind-reading, it didn’t take very long for the immensely statuesque man to clue in on the nervousness behind my somewhat cheery façade. Don’t get me wrong, I was very happy to see him. Just a tad nervous and also somewhat fatigued and stressed out.

“Hey, come here. Look at me.” he spoke, taking my face in between both of his monstrously large hands and forcing me to look all the way up so that I could meet his downcast gaze. And yes, I really do mean all the way up. Erick was a full head and a half taller than I was. In other words, he was huge!


I looked up at him; tired eyes slightly glazed over and lips curled up into a transparently meek smile.

“You sure you’re okay, little man?” he asked, furrowing his brow a bit as though apparently sensing something was awry.

I nodded as best I could and smiled a bit more convincingly.

“Rough week?” he pressed, flashing me an air of sympathy while still holding my face in between his huge hands.

“Yeah, sort of. I...I didn’t really get to sleep much last night.” I admitted, feeling annoyed with myself for having stayed up late in order to look my best, only to come out looking like shit due to barely having slept more than a handful of hours.

“Tired, eh? Hmm. Don’t worry. I have a fun little outing planned for us tomorrow, but I actually have quite a lot of stuff to do around the house today. I also promised a good buddy of mine I’d work on his motorcycle this weekend.” he spoke, before lowering his head and planting a tender kiss atop my own. “As for you, little man, you’ll be kept in a nice bind and given plenty of time to rest today. I’ll be making sure of that.” he offered, cracking a somewhat mischievous smirk before teasingly ruffling my hair up and allowing his deep voice to trail off into sadistic laughter.

I gulped, smiled and then chuckled in bashful anticipation. I of course had no clue as to what plans he'd secretly concocted, but something about his cheerful laughter and mischievous demeanour made it all sound so very exciting.



The two of us chatted casually for a bit, during which time I was led to the kitchen and offered a cold drink. Erick reprovingly rebuked me upon inquiring as to whether or not I’d had lunch yet only to subsequently find out I hadn’t even had breakfast.

“C’mon, Jake. That's ridiculous. You gotta eat. No boi of mine is gonna go hungry.” he paternalistically scolded, motioning for me to take a seat at the dining room table and immediately taking stuff out of the fridge in order to cut me some fresh fruit and make us some delicious roast beef-tomato sandwiches.

We had a makeshift lunch together and then went to pay little Rufus a quick visit out in the sunny backyard before returning indoors and sharing what I can only describe as a long and sensual hug.

My face was quite literally buried inside his powerful pecs during the minute or so my towering host held me hostage inside his positively gargantuan arms. I sniffed, breathing in his divinely earthy scent before suddenly remembering I’d accidentally left his hoodie at my place and forgot to pack it in my travel bag.

Erick chuckled when I told him about it. He told me it was fine and that he was in no rush to have it back. My face was swiftly pressed back into his immensely muffling pecs and then my hair was nuzzled for a bit longer before he finally broke the hug.

“So, boi? Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice carrying its usual warmth but his tone unmistakably grave and serious.

I looked at him and nodded my head yes, knowing full well what it was he was referring to.

“Did you look up protocol, like I told you to?” he queried, to which I once again nodded before going on to admit that I found it a bit daunting due to my inexperience and the fact that I was new to all this.

Erick smirked upon hearing my concerns, but provided some measure of reassurance by telling me not to worry, that he would take things slow, that he knew I was inexperienced and that it was his job to train me. I lowered my head down and nodded again. He was right, of course. On all counts. I just needed to trust him and have faith in the process.


“Alright, come here.” the towering muscle-behemoth finally spoke, guiding me over to the washroom and revealing an empty cabinet drawer reserved for my bag of grooming essentials. “It might be a good idea for you to leave some stuff here next time, that way you won’t have to carry everything back and forth every time you come over.” he suggested, motioning for me to store my things in the cabinet drawer before finally showing me the bath towel and wash cloth he’d set out for me in anticipation for my arrival.

His towel was black, mine was baby blue. The colour choice seemed premeditated. For some reason, Erick apparently felt the colour suited my personality. It was the colour of freshness, of youthfulness. Most of all, it was the colour of innocence.

“All done here? Good. Now follow me.” the burly man-of-the-house assertively instructed, gently placing a hand around the back of my neck and slowly leading me into the heart of his very own private domain. The Master bedroom.


Erick stepped behind my comparatively diminutive form, guided me in through the doorway and kept both of his enormous hands planted firmly around my shoulders as I was marched over towards his large bed and halted in front of his nightstand.

My eyes widened as soon as I caught sight of the two oddly familiar yet foreign-looking objects that lay atop it.

I watched rather nervously as the imposing hunk circled in front of me, grabbed the first object, raised it up to my eye level and then placed a hand at the back of my head so as to prevent me from looking away.

“Alright, princess. You see this? This is a shock collar. I keep it handy for disciplinary purposes. This is what I’m going to use if you ever decide to act up or get mouthy. I’d rather not have to use this on you, especially seeing how easily it's triggered and how powerful its zaps are, but I won’t hesitate to take it out and use it on you if you give me reason to. Understood, pretty boi?” he asked, immediately inciting me to nervously nod my head yes and give the dreaded thing a positively fearful look.





Erick put the collar back down on his nightstand before taking hold of the second object. It too was a thickly padded leather collar. Its intended purpose though was slightly different.

“See this?” he asked, still holding the back of my head so as to keep my gaze from wandering. “This is an ownership collar. Wearing this marks you as mine. It goes around your neck and it doesn’t come off unless I take it off.” he warned, raising a reproving finger down to my face even whilst peering down into my eyes so as to make sure I understood every word being said.

I gulped and nodded my head to let him know I understood. Erick allowed his gaze to linger into the depths of my soul for a little longer before pushing my forehead into his chest and securing his fat ownership collar real snug around my neck.

“There. How’s that?”

“It’s...it’s kind of tight.” I complained, moving my head around and finding myself alarmed and bothered at the newfound reduction of mobility. The leather contraption was thickly padded for wearer comfort, but its tallness proved quite hindering.

The man checked to see whether the collar was too tight, and after a few seconds of fidgeting with it, he apparently deemed that it wasn’t. “You’ll get used to it.” was the only consolation he provided, before fishing out a small padlock from his nightstand and slipping it into the buckle located at the back of my neck. “Here. Just an extra precaution until you fully get used to it.”


As soon as Erick stepped back to admire his handiwork, I felt myself going a bit rosy-cheeked and felt utterly humiliated just standing there with a thickly padded collar buckled snug around my neck. Thankfully, the man didn’t let me wallow in my own embarrassment for very long before once again drawing my own focus back to him and lifting my chin up so that I was forced to meet his gaze.

“One more thing, boi. Look at me. From now on, and unless I tell you otherwise, you’re going to be addressing me as Master or Sir. Do I make myself clear?” the towering, brawny-armed goliath spoke.

“Y..yes, Sir. Yes, Master.” I shakily stammered, nervously looking up into those expectant brown eyes of his, and then quickly averting my gaze back down due to the soul-piercing nature of his dominant stare.

Erick lowered his head down over mine and planted a kiss atop the dome of my head before letting out a soothing whisper telling me not only to calm down but to be at ease. He took my face inside both of his warm, bear paw-sized hands again, looked me up and down and smiled approvingly at what he saw. “You’re very cute.” he smirked, briefly pinching my nose between his thumb and index finger and teasingly ruffling my hair up with one hand.

I blushed; my cheeks furiously tingling with excitement even as a bashful smile forced its way over my thin lips.


Imagine my surprise upon being led into the neighbouring office room and finding out that my new Master had not only neglected to look at my homework, but was intentionally waiting to have me over so the both of us could review it together.

“Alright, little prince. Come on. It's time to grade your assignment. You’re gonna be sitting on my lap like a good boy while I do so.” he informed me, immediately causing my eyes to beam wide open and my face to take on an air of mortification.

Ahhhh Little Jake is beginning to learn what the life of a Slave Boi is going to be like wearing his identification collar all the time with the promise of a shock collar if he doesn't obey Erick at all times. Do you understand JAKE, YES SIR YES MASTER I will be good and OBEY MASTER. Jake is in for some big surprises and life changing experiences.

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Wow things are ramping up fast! Shock collar? Yikes! Ownership collar? Hot!!!

Excited to see what Erick thinks about Jake's pictures involving stinky socks and shoes

@GoBucks I'm pretty sure the stinky socks never made it past @bondagefreak 's powers of being an admin and will take them for himself for nefarious reasons.

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What a cute chapter! Rufus now gets a new brother it seems, gotta love that. Can't wait for Erick's reaction when see the assignment

bondagefreak wrote: 1 month ago
Hey @Pakislol. Welcome to the forum! It's always a thrill having a new member join our ranks and step out into the open. I'm very glad to hear you can relate to Jake on some level and that it's contributed to your immersion in his narrative. Very much looking forward to seeing your name pop up in the comments regularly from now on. Welcome aboard!

Thank you for the warm welcome!

A shock collar? Oh wow
Keen to see how THAT will end up being used, poor Jake

I can see the next chapter going sideways for Jake....like if Erick starts grilling him with questions on why he selected photos....and further query him to find out more...Jake could become very HOT and red very fast.... or maybe that would be me faced with such a situation...

The collar is definitely an intro to what Jake is going to be facing.....Looking forward to how the review of the homework goes, perhaps Erick has some props.....