Stories of Tie Up Games

Ah, yes, the new chapters, this story rocks.

PART 5

Tony opened the door and the motel owner chummily stuck out his big hand, arm still around the little boy who, though gagged, didn't look particularly in distress.

"Howdy, friend," the owner said, "Sorry to bug you so late, but wondering if I could talk to you for a bit."

Tony looked around. Still standing in the door frame with only his towel around his waist, he didn't particularly want anyone not directly involved in the conversation to notice he was practically naked. Not to mention, that two men were talking while a kid stood beside them gagged incredibly tightly.

"Come on in," Tony stepped aside and the owner nudged the boy forward.

Entering the room, the owner stepped behind the child and put both of his massive hands on either of the boy's shoulders. The boy looked around the room, eyes wide but not with fear, while subtly chewing on the white rag tied between his teeth.

"I hope you and your son have been comfortable so far," the man smiled.

"Yea, I guess," Tony hesitated. His eyes were locked on the boy, trying to figure out why he was in the predicament he was in and behaving so relaxed. "Is, uh, is everything ok?"

The man laughed and reflexively brought one of his hand up and clamped it over the child's already gagged mouth. The kid's head pressed back against the man's stomach.

"I should explain. My name is Rick, I realize we haven't been formally introduced. And this here is Caleb. He's the grandson of my buddy and I'm watching him this week."

Tony nodded, still unsure how this disclosure led to Caleb's mouth gagged. Rick's hand was so massive it was causing the boy's nose to be scrunched, much in the same way it had when he had Nick handgagged earlier in the afternoon. Tony winked at the kid and waved, "How's it goin, big guy?"

Caleb let out a small, muffled noise from under Big Rick's hand. Rick laughed, "You're probably wondering what all of this is about?"

Tony smiled, "Yeah, it had crossed my mind." It didn't escape him that just a few feet away, unbeknownst to Rick, another kid stood gagged and, most likely, listening to the conversation at hand.

"A couple of guys from the area get together ever Friday night to play poker. We've been doing it for years, but recently things started to get out of hand. One too many beers and we start betting things our wives would kill us for if we lost. To make sure we stay on our best behavior, one of the guys suggested having some of our kids and grandkids come and hang with us. Started out as a good idea, but kids started to get too noisy."


Rick removed his hand from Caleb's mouth and stuck his thick finger in between the cleave gag and the boy's cheek, "That's when we came up with the brilliant idea of having the boys gagged. They put up a fuss at first but we bribe 'em with pizza and ice cream so they won't go off running to tell the women after the fun lets out."

Tony laughed. "Ah, ok I see. I gotta say that makes sense," he said as he ruffled Caleb's head. "But it still doesn't explain why you've paraded him into my room."

Rick replaced his hand over Caleb's mouth. "Well, it just so happen's that Caleb's granddad is out of town and we are looking for a fourth to come in and play. My grandson usually acts as my pass to get me into the game, but he's under the weather today, so I picked Caleb here up to sub in for me while his granddad's out of town."

Tony nodded, starting to understand what the motive was for this very unique visit. "And you figured I'm around, with a boy in tow, and might be up for a few hands."

"Plus it would give you an excuse to shut the brat up for a few hours," Big Rick laughed and his finger once again started to scrunch up little Caleb's nose.

Tony smiled, "I think I could persuade him to come along. He's just wrapping up in the bathroom. Let me go and get him."

Now it's getting very interesting. Can Tony convince young Nick to play along and not out him as a kidnaper ?

The intrigue is growing

Well done as usual.

This story has just so many twists and turns, I really enjoy it!
(And I really enjoy the emphasis on how big the hotel guy's hands are. Nice detail.)

Tony walked into the bathroom, careful not to let Rick see that Nick was tied, arms to the towel rack and chewing on a washrag Tony has stuffed in the kid’s mouth before he hopped in the shower.

“Alright, dude,” Tony said as he walked over the the kid who was trying with all his might to tongue the washrag out of his mouth. “We’re being called upon to go and socialize. I understand that might not be totally reasonable given our certain outcome, but the motel owner assures me there’s no risk in you running your big mouth.”

Nick let out a pathetic little moan and Tony laughed. He pulled on some jeans and a clean t shirt.

“Still,” Tony grinned, “I need to ensure that even with a gag in your mouth like all the other boys, you still understand that you’re being punished for not following my orders.”

With this, Tony stuck his hand into the front of his jeans and took a big scratch. Nick’s eyes widened with disbelief.

“I think a smelly hand on a little mouth might go a long way in getting my point across, don’t you, kiddo?” Tony laughed and, in seconds flat, he had pulled the washrag out of Nick’s mouth and replaced it with his massive, now stinky, hand. Nick couldn’t help but notice how Tony seemingly pushed his brat-like fingers forward against his nostrils. Nick let out a “Mmmffggg” and Tony laughed and, with his other hand, brought a finger to his lips.

“Hush now,” he said, “We got us a poker game to win.”

Ewww

Anyway: I didn’t expect you to continue this tbh. But you just did. So: Yayyyyy
No seriously it’s great that you decided to continue this, even though the newest part is a bit uh… weird lol

Part 7

Nick was so happy when Tony moved his smelly hand off of his mouth once they got into the back room in the office, even if it meant that a very large handkerchief was packed into his mouth by a man named Ted.

Tony had frog-marched Nick down the corridor, following Rick and the gagged little boy, and entered the back room where 5 middle aged men sat around a table with 5 young boys gagged in various ways across the room, their hands bound to something or another so they couldn’t get far or free their mouths.

“Who have we here?” One of the men said, when he clocked Tony and Nick enter the room.

“Patron with a brat!” Rick said, tying Caleb’s hands to the doorknob with a necktie. “I had the privilege of holding his mouth earlier this afternoon while his Dad looked for an AmEx. Gave me the idea they might be a good fill in for the evening.”

Ted, an overweight man with big arms and a shaggy head of hair walked over to Tony and Nick. Nick spotted the sock in Ted’s hand around the time Ted said, very matter of factly, “Move your hand, I’ll pack his mouth.”

Tony hesitated for only a few seconds before he shifted his hand away from Nick’s mouth.

“No, wait, I gotta say—mppgghhh,” Nick got out before Ted stuffed the sock in his mouth.

“Bet he’ll miss your hand with these rank, ol’ boys sittin on his tongue,” Ted said while putting his index finger in Nick’s mouth and making sure every corner of the boy’s mouth was full of cotton.

Tony laughed and said, “No doubt,” secretly thinking that the stale sock was likely a relief compared to a hand that smelled a bit like… well… the goods.

Properly gagged, Ted manacled Nick’s wrists and asked Tony, “What would you like me to bind him to?”

Tony looked around. The other boys, while mercilessly silenced, didn’t look to be in particular distress. If anything, they seemed a bit bored. Their cheeks were bulging, but they didn’t look like they minded…

“Uhh, not sure,” Tony thought. “What do you think?”

One of the other men at the table, a muscular man with a bald head, piped up with “Not much space in here… would you be ok if he gets set up in the closet?”

Mind? Tony thought. Locking Nick in a room where he wouldn’t be faced to look at his scared little face felt like the ultimate gift.

“Oh, i don’t know, what do you think, Champ?” Tony asked Nick, who tried with all of his might to tongue out the hanky, but Ted had done his due diligence and it was futile.

“I think he’s lucky we don’t toss him in the cupboard under the sink!” Rick said and then nodded at Ted, “Take him upstairs and lock him in the closet outside the bathroom. We can take shifts going to check up on him between hands.”

“Can do!” Ted laughed and tossed Nick over his shoulder.

Tony ruffled Nick’s head, “Tale care, pal,” he smiled.

“And easy on trying to spit that gag out,” Ted said while walking towards the stairs. “The more you try to spit it out, the more it pokes the back of your throat

God what did Nick stumble into there.

I‘m curious how they‘ll deal with him now…

Great to see this story continue!