Stories of Tie Up Games

Boing! Hot. Don’t leave us hanging. 1Down4fun? Hmmm, just what does big Coach Scotty get up to in his spare time?

A super short update but I wanted to do a little test run with reader involvement Lets see how it goes...

I looked at Noah, luckily I had the mask on so it hid my surprise quite a bit.

Noah, took his place at Coach’s side, “We have 1Down4fun, tied down and ready for fun. This is a live show so anyone online you can send us ideas of how to torture 1Down4fun. He has been a really bad boy! He needs punishment! And we are all going to give it to him. Here to help me is NoobMaster6 making his first appearance.”

Noah signaled me to get in the frame. I sheepishly moved forward till I was standing by Coach’s feet again. “Tickle this stud Noobmaster! Tickle his feet till he cries!”

I lifted my hand and started trailing my fingers across coach’s soles for the second time tonight, his reaction was priceless. His body grew tense, he was trying to resist bursting out in laughter.

Noah spoke up, “Aaaw, look how the jock is trying to resist becoming a laughing bitch boy!” Noah dug his hands into Coach’s sides and this pushed Coach Scott over the edge, he started laughing into his gag and the sneaker taped to his face. His body started twitching under our fingers as we relentlessly tickled our Coach.

I started getting into it and moved my hands up Coach’s legs reaching for his inner thighs, right below the flagpole dick. I dug in with no mercy and Coach Scott’s body convulsed his hips lifting off the table and his muscles bulging. I have never seen a body quite displayed like coach’s body was being displayed now, and I absolutely loved it. I wanted this to become a regular sight for me.

We heard a ping, and looked over at Owen. Suggestions were coming in…

As the online viewers what are some suggestions you guys can come up! [mention]george_bound[/mention] [mention]privateandrews[/mention] [mention]DeeperThanRed[/mention] [mention]Volobond[/mention] [mention]Muscle-Flex[/mention] [mention]Msueta@2[/mention] [mention]cj2125[/mention] [mention]Sniffmyfeet[/mention] [mention]gag1195[/mention] [mention]KidnappedCowboy[/mention] [mention]szlm1515[/mention]

Coach is currently tied down to the table, his ankles tied together and his toes tied spreading them out to his ankle ropes - his soles are in perfect position for any torment! His wrists are tied spreading his arms out to the table legs, exposing his armpits and his torso. He is gagged with a sock and tape with a sneaker taped to his face. lastly you can also see there is a cock ring attached to his very erect cock.

I must say, that's a great idea! I'm definitely not going to turn down a chance to plan a few torments for the naughty Coach.

First of all, I think he needs to be edged. Also, with his chest fully exposed, this is a good time to play with his nipples and put some clamps on them. Finally, Jimmy and Noah should tickle his armpits and feet.

DeeperThanRed wrote: 4 years ago First of all, I think he needs to be edged. Also, with his chest fully exposed, this is a good time to play with his nipples and put some clamps on them. Finally, Jimmy and Noah should tickle his armpits and feet.

Absolutely some edging and nipple play and armpit tickles are in order! I'd also say psych him out and use the tickling to make him beg for other torments

[mention]DeeperThanRed[/mention] has an excellent idea. The Coach needs to be edged, BUT...

The Coach needs to be tickled for the next several hours. Find the area that is most sensitive to touch. BETTER YET...

Noah, Jimmy, and Owen need to concentrate on one area of the Coach's body (armpits, midsection, inner thighs, behind the knees, soles) and together tickle him mercilessly until the Coach is writhing in laughter bordering on the painful. His body becomes soaked with sweat, and his mind grows numb with desperation for it to stop. He'll do anything to make it stop, THEN...

One of our more talented brother writers can take it from HERE...

[mention]MountainMan_91[/mention] tickle his pits ribs . Turn the vibrator on full blast . Deny him an orgasm for hours .

Electric toothbrushes taped to feet, armpits, ribs! Coach is definitely in need for some good ole fashioned tickle torture. When he is utterly exhausted from that, show him the true meaning of tired with, as many have suggested, intense edging!

[mention]gag1195[/mention] that sounds like a reward .

As others have suggested: tickle torture, nipple and armpit play, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk, basically get Coach Scott to the point that he is nearly out of his mind and then start with the humiliation… questions he must answer that expose him and his secret fetishes, thereby giving the guys information they can use to control him and get him to do whatever they want. Clearly, there is something going on with the introduction of this chat site - Noah already has a moniker on it, as does Coach Scott! Did Noah create the moniker for Coach or did he discover somehow that Coach was already on the site and is a known figure/commodity? Why did Coach's struggles go from frantic to sensual when he realized what was going on? Something about being on camera for anonymous viewers is turning him on big-time. The guys need to find out who that is and exploit it - Coach Scott is a man who can be taken down and controlled sensually.......

HI HI HI

Thanks [mention]DeeperThanRed[/mention] [mention]Volobond[/mention] [mention]Muscle-Flex[/mention] [mention]Msueta@2[/mention] [mention]KidnappedCowboy[/mention] [mention]gag1195[/mention] for those suggestions, they will be featuring in the next few parts... I hope you enjou this next part





I looked at Noah then back at Owen… I understood what the ping meant, I just didn’t know whit it meant!!

I was confused and slightly perplexed… my nerves were starting to rise again…

I knew exactly why I was here, but Noah’s objective became less and less clear with every passing minute, was he just here to torture Coach Scott?

I was still focusing my tickling on Coach’s inner thighs, he was straining against his bonds no longer thrashing, almost as if he was just showing off his muscles? And man, his muscular body was now on perfect display with a thin shine of perspiration.

Owen held up a writing pad with the word EDGE written on it. I looked over at Noah who gave a small nod.

Owen waved his hand to me that I must get out of the shot.

I did as I was told, stepping aside.

Noah planted himself behind the table right in reach of Coach Scott’s erect cock. As if from nowhere Noah whipped out some lube and squirted it onto the rigid tower at the center of the table. Noah’s fingers wrapped around Coach’s member, and slowly started moving up and down.

Noah’s face was hidden by the mask but I could see his eyes were mesmerized by the wood he held in his hand.

Coach Scott’s body was now making small tugs at his bonds however we could hear small moans of pleasure coming from his gagged face.

Noah frowned… This is what Coach wanted and Noah realised that.

Owen held up another page on the writing pad - TICKLE TILL HE BREAKS!

Owen got up and walked over to me whispering into my ear, “We all focus on his ribs, and don’t stop till he is begging.” Owen walked into the camera frame and started digging his fingers into Coach Scott’s sides. Noah caught on immediately and joined the frenzy.

Coach Scott was back to straining against his ropes, but he was tightly wound, I could see it was taking all of his willpower not to struggle and laugh.

I stepped closer and reached out my hands, looking up at Noah, there was a hunger in his eyes that almost scared me.

The moment my fingers made contact with Coach’s ribs the tention snapped!

Coach Scott’s body whipped out of control. His arms waving as much as they could, his biceps flexing. His fingers were flailing, his hips were bucking, his shoulders thrusting side to side trying to escape the relentless tickling.

Noah and Owen seemed to have a competition on who could dig into Coach the most, I had a different strategy, I was lightly caressing Coach Scott.

The over stimulation must be getting to him as I felt my fingertips starting to pick up sweat.

I looked over at the camera. We had been going for about ten minutes, the last five was purely a tickling bonanza, and we were not close to letting up…

Five minutes became ten and ten became fifteen…

Coach was now becoming a mess…his entire body was covered with a layer of sweat and his pits, crotch and neck were practically dripping sweat. He was giggling uncontrollably.

Then out of nowhere it happened, Coach’s moans and grunts turned into words, granted we couldn’t hear what he was saying but we could guess!

“Did you have enough buddy?” asked Noah!

Coach nodded his head vigorously, the sneaker bobbing up and down.

“I can’t hear you?”

“Mmppppphhh ssssshhmmmmmm.” Coach mumbled into his gag.

“You want us to stop?”

“Hmmmmmmhmmmmm”

“Do you think the young men you were touching wanted you to stop?”

Coach let out a soft moan.

“Thats, right. They did, and did you… stop?”

Silence.

With the mention of those words, Noah reminded me why I was here. And for a second I felt Coach is truly deserving of this torture. I dug my fingers into his sides and started tickling with an unmatched ferocity!

Coach Scott’s body, tired as it was went into another fit!

“mmmmmmm” a small almost inaudible whimper escaped the gagged stud’s mouth.

Noah and Owen must have recognised this as the sound of a broken man, they both let up their tickling, but I was like an unleashed beast! I took up the slack and ran y fingers up and down Coach’s sides causing his torso to shiver in place!

Noah grabbed my wrist to stop me.

“What will you do so that we don’t go back to tickling you?” asked Noah as he shuffled me away from Coach.

Owen was also back at the laptop, scribbling more suggestions…

He held them up…

VIBE FULL
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NIPPLES

“Ok my little laughing bitch.” started Noah, I stood back looking down at my hands… what did I become. “We are gonna get right back to this!” Naoh lightly caressed Coach’s chest and Coach flinched, another soft whimper coming from across the room, along with a few muffled pleas.

“Ok, but if we aren't going to tickle we need some other things to do… one grunt for tickling, two grunts for other stuff!”

A moment of silence followed by two grunts signaled the start of Coach’s actual torture!!

Muscle-Flex wrote: 4 years ago As others have suggested: tickle torture, nipple and armpit play, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk, basically get Coach Scott to the point that he is nearly out of his mind and then start with the humiliation… questions he must answer that expose him and his secret fetishes, thereby giving the guys information they can use to control him and get him to do whatever they want. Clearly, there is something going on with the introduction of this chat site - Noah already has a moniker on it, as does Coach Scott! Did Noah create the moniker for Coach or did he discover somehow that Coach was already on the site and is a known figure/commodity? Why did Coach's struggles go from frantic to sensual when he realized what was going on? Something about being on camera for anonymous viewers is turning him on big-time. The guys need to find out who that is and exploit it - Coach Scott is a man who can be taken down and controlled sensually.......

Before the end of the night we will know the answers to all these questions

Whoa, this was intense... and they're still going! I wouldn't want to be in the place of poor Coach right now.

Great job writing this well-deserved punishment, it's super fun to read as always.

Yaaaay! Tickling a hot stud is always great, and glad to know the fun is just beginning! I can't wait to learn the answers to these questions!

Another great update! Can't wait to see the other tortures in store for the coach!

Any chance you might be continuing this exciting tale?

Honestly don't know how I lost track of this story but am happy to have been caught up on the Coach's perilous situation! Really hoping you're able to continue on with the tale

I second (third?) what [mention]NeedControl[/mention] and [mention]george_bound[/mention] said. Looking forward to more of this tale.

Meanwhile, [mention]george_bound[/mention] get cracking on your story of the Titans. Your audience awaits! Uh, no pressure though.......

Muscle-Flex wrote: 3 years ago Meanwhile, @george_bound get cracking on your story of the Titans. Your audience awaits! Uh, no pressure though.......

Thanks [mention]Muscle-Flex[/mention], I happen to be working on some storyboarding right now... all kinds of thoughts in my head, now they need to be organized and narrated

george_bound wrote: 3 years ago ...I happen to be working on some storyboarding right now... all kinds of thoughts in my head, now they need to be organized and narrated

SO EXCITED!!

Heeey!

Got back to this tale after 3 years... omg time flies! I opted to continue, the story is taking a slightly different path than planned three years ago but I'm excited where we are heading! I hope the readers will agree!

Enjoy

tagging some of you as it's been a while... @DeeperThanRed @Volobond @gag1195 @NeedControl @george_bound @Muscle-Flex




The last two hours seemed hazy and a bit like a dream, I remembered snippets and pieces but overall, it was a blur. Noah was truly depraved. Coach was really put through the ringer. After he agreed to other stuff, the chat lit up and we ended up really working coach over.
We put washing pegs on his nipples and flicked them off with a riding crop Noah seemed to produce from thin air. We spent a few minutes twisting and turning Coach’s nipples till they were red, then Noah placed little tape crosses over the nipples. This produced a sigh from coach, I think he realized how silly and demeaning that looked.
We also spent some time going to town on Coach’s feet, using a toothbrush to tickle him some more, even though Noah said no more tickling, we weren’t exactly playing by any rules. We used the riding crop on Coach’s feet until his soles were as red as his nipples.
Every so often Noah would edge coach until he was bucking only to stop before he could cum!
Noah kept making snide remarks like, who’s a bitch boy? The big bad wolf coach is being brought down a peg. Such a big dick, such a dumb jock!

Owen and I were silent mostly, following Noah’s orders.

As I mentioned the last two hours was a hazy blur.

I was standing back as we had just logged off from the chat site.

We pulled off our masks, my eyes were swimming from all the excitement and built up sweat and heat in the dining room.

I needed fresh air…

I escaped to the kitchen and out the back door, fresh air hit my face like a wave crashing on the beach. Immediately rational thoughts started rushing into my mind!

Fuck, what were we doing, there is no way Coach Scott isn’t gonna report us to some form of authority! The dean, we could get kicked from the wrestling team… we could get expelled, that’s if coach doesn’t report us to the police! I can’t go to jail! Fuuuuck. I plopped down on the doorstep holding my head in my hands. I felt a slight headache rolling in. “Uuuuggh”

“You ok buddy?” Owen stepped outside and took a seat next to me.

Buddy? He barely ever spoke to me and now I’m buddy? “What do you want Owen?” I tried to hide my indifference but didn’t do a very good job.

“Dude. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Scott is a bastard if he thinks he can get away with it. Why do… never mind.”

I looked over at Owen, “Why… what?” I prompted him, yeah, I didn’t want to but I was brought up proper, I had to ask the guy.

Owen paused for a moment and took a deep breath, “Wow the fresh air is good.”

Silence fell between us, neither of us addressing the open question. Then Owen just came out with it.

“Why do you think he never tried anything with me?”

Shock was written over my face, and Owen saw it.

“I mean, how many of us did he fool with? Why not me? How did he choose you?” Owen was fumbling, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy. I placed my hand on his thigh.

“Dude, its not exactly a prize to be someone’s perverted fantasy.”

“Really?” I detected a hint of salt in his tone, was I mistaking his comments as concern?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

Owen looked at me, “Dude, you were kind of asking for it, always staring at Scott’s ass, staring at the other guys on the team, staying late after practice to get extra training…”

Was this prick truly saying I was asking for it! “Fuck you Owen!” I stood up ready to walk away, when Owen grabbed my wrist.

“Look I’m not judging! I’m just saying…”

I pulled my wrist free and stormed back inside, furiously slamming the door behind me. I reached the dining room where Noah had just finished packing away the camera and laptop. “Fuck you Noah! I told you not to bring Owen! He’s a dick!” I was almost screaming. Noah was taken aback as I verbally accosted him! “He has the fucking nerve to say I was looking for it! As if I wanted to be someone’s infatuation! That piece of human trash!”

Noah’s face changed from shock to anger, as he silently walked past me…

Oh shit… is Noah going to defend my honour? I spun around to follow him but my eyes fell back onto the hunky body splayed out on the table, red marks all over his body, I could see a bruise or two forming, Coach’s breaths were slow but shallow, his muscles quivering in their outstretched state. I felt my dick grow hard. I felt feelings rush to the pit of my stomach. The heavy atmosphere in the room clouded my mind again…

Maybe Owen was right… maybe I did bring this on myself, maybe I was the obsessed one! I found myself stepping closer to Coach’s bound body.

I heard talking from the kitchen as Noah confronted Owen, but it faded and seemed far away. I quickly removed Owens shoe from Coach’s face and tossed it.

My eyes connected to Coach’s, was there something there?

Coach looked worn out but also blissful, like winning a long wrestling match.

I tried to find the gag-tape end.

Found it, I wrapped the tape and peeled it off Coach’s face, he kept his mouth shut. There was a sock in there right? Why didn’t he spit it out?

I brought my hand closer to his mouth.

My fingers caressed his lips, our eyes stayed locked onto each other.

I softly pried it open and grabbed the sock, pulling it out and dropping it to the floor with a wet plop.

I was mesmerized and leaned in…

I closed my eyes as our lips connected.

His warm lips, the subtle taste of his sock which he had, had in his mouth for near a few hours matched what I tasted on his feet earlier when I licked his soles, the fullness of his lips, then came the tongue, I wasn’t prepared for that, but it was amazing!

I came up for a breath, shallow breaths.

“Gotcha. Takedown.” whispered Coach, and a smile spread across his lips.

A blast from the past! Thrilled to have you back and writing and revisiting your stories!

I read Part 1 and Part 2! This story so far is really exciting. I love concept of the players going after the coach. The hogtie and then being moved to the table were both very hot scenes.

I am excited to see where the story goes and what awakens in our protagonist as he sees the coach tied up!

Love to see your writing back! And I'm interested to see where this goes, with our captors developing some cracks in their stability...

Wow, very hot story

@MountainMan_91 I am so happy to see this story again . I hope you write more chapters . And don't make us wait another 3 years .

Heyo, another update, might be a surprising chapter!

It's the end of this arc, the tone will be shifting in the next arc, also we will be moving over to Noah's point of view for Arc 2.


My face remained there close to Coach’s. The seconds seemed to drag by.

“Hey Jim.” Coach continued whispering, “This was fucking amazing bud. Thanks for coming over.”

The fuck, I could tell he liked it, but him admitting it, that was unexpected.

“Now” coach’s whispered dropped to barely audible sounds, “how about you free me and we make out some more?”

I looked into his eyes, there was so much tension between us right now, “I can already make out with Coach, why would I free you?” I couldn’t believe how cocky I sounded.

Coach smiled, “because with my body free I can do so much more, you can’t even comprehend.” Coach licked his lips, seducing me. I knew what was happening but I couldn’t resist.

I went in for another kiss. As we made out my fingers struggled to untie the knots of one of Coach’s wrists. I managed to get it loose and Coach’s freed hand now started caressing my arm. This felt so wrong but it made it so much hotter. I came to conclude that I wanted Coach as much as he wanted me.

The air in the room remained heavy with the smells and heat of the night.

I managed to free the other wrist and helped Coach Scott to sit on the edge of the table. He was much more imposing with his body free.

His torso was huge, his pecs and abs perfectly defined. His biceps, his shoulder muscles. I was lost in exploration of his masculine form when I heard Noah’s shout!

“WHAT THE FUCK JIMMY!”

A few things happened at the same time:
I looked over to Noah, seeing Owen being pushed into the dining room, his torso roped and a gag in his mouth!
I felt Coach shoving, no, throwing me across the room to where I banged into the wall and crumbled to floor, my wind knocked out of me.
Coach was on top of Noah within seconds and the two were soon locked in a wrestling match.

I struggled to get my breath again and crawled over to the wrestling match, wanting to help my friend, but gasping for air.

“Tap out!” I heard Coach’s deep voice order Noah, I blinked clearing the tears from my eyes to see Noah in a headlock.

“Never” hissed Noah through clenched teeth.

I looked across at Noah, he was squirming and trying hard to get breaths, his face was red with a huge bicep wrapped around his throat, and then Coach’s strong hand clasped over Noah’s mouth and nose, “Fine, go to sleep then.”

I was about ready to join the match when Coach dropped Noah. Noah was unconscious.

Coach’s attention was now focused on me, his muscular frame took three steps to stand right before me, we looked into each other’s eyes, I looked up slightly, the bliss of getting attention from Coach sending all concerns aside. Coach Scott grabbed my chin in his strong hand tilting my head up and coming in for a deep kiss. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long Jimbo.”

I was so lost, there was kissing, I was still reeling from when he threw me against the wall, Noah was knocked out in the background, what the fuck was going on! It was pandemonium.

Coach Scott flipped me around and pushed me against the wall again, his large hand forcing my head against the wall, “Oh my, how the tables have turned.”

“What are you doing... I thought..”

“Don’t tell me, you thought we were going to hold hands and walk into the sunset? Grow up Jimbo, I’m not in love with you, I’m infatuated with you. Now, this is what’s going to happen...”