Stories of Tie Up Games

Jake is about to be in for an exciting journey, I have no doubt! Looking forward to more!

So glad Jake decided to meet Erick! But was it really wise to meet at his place? Judging from Erick's photos it's like willingly entering a wolf's den... as his prey!

This could go in many ways....but I do kind of hope in one particular way .. Perhaps a few reading this feel the same

Again the chapter leaves us leaning in to read more! Thanks always for sharing these epic tales!

The sleeveless shirt-clad towering muscle-behemoth greeted me with a warm smile before promptly bidding me entry. I didn’t own any pets but I’d always loved animals, and so immediately squatted down to greet the curious little canine that rushed over to greet me.

Erick asked how my commute went and inquired as to which subway lanes and buses I'd taken. We spoke for a bit, during which time I maintained my squatted position and scratched his sociable dog. A moment of silence ensued, and though my focus was on the four-legged mammal, I knew with utmost certainty that I was being watched.

“Well, I guess you’ve passed the first test.” Erick chuckled as he watched both myself and his furry friend playfully interact. “Rufus really seems to like you. He's usually nervous around new people.”

I smiled at that. Rufus, as he was called, ended up dissipating some of my initial anxiety. Pets had a way of doing that. The little munchkin followed us around as I was led into the house, but he eventually lost interest in my presence and scampered off to one of the other rooms.


Erick gave me a quick tour of his place. It was a nice suburban home, complete with a backyard patio deck, a small office room and a finished basement which had seemingly been turned into a makeshift home gym.

My host obviously made very frequent use of it. If the size of his intimidating musculature wasn't confirmation enough, then the rather sharp and unmistakably poignant smell that permeated the basement most certainly was. Although the workout equipment looked tidy and the variety of dumbbells and barbells was all neatly organised, the liberal use of a scented air freshener did little to conceal the lingering cocktail of sweat, musk and testosterone. Pew wee! At least, my host and the rest of his house thankfully didn't smell of B.O.


After the brief tour was concluded, Erick settled me into his cosy living room, offered me something to drink and then joined me on the leather couch. A hockey game was animating the large TV screen, but the volume had been lowered down to the point where you could barely hear it.

The two of us ended up chatting for the better part of an hour. One of the first things that struck me about Erick was the amount of space he was giving me. He had a warm and invitingly confident vibe about him, but I was somewhat pleasantly surprised by the fact that he hadn’t initiated any physical contact yet. In essence, I was witnessing the same courtesy and respect I had noticed in our text message exchanges. Only this time, I was witnessing it for real.

Don't misunderstand me. I longed for physical contact and the warm touch of a man. It's just that, I still didn't know where I wanted to go with this and knew even less what I expected to get out of our meetup. The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted to take things slow. Very slow. So far, Erick was doing a rather phenomenal job at reading my unspoken signals and setting the appropriate pace.


We talked about work and then talked about hobbies before he eventually inquired about my online experiences and attempted to find out what it was I was looking for. Truth be known, I didn’t actually know what I was looking for. I knew I wanted companionship — any sort of companionship. But aside from that, my foray into this hookup world felt so very tentative. I wanted to try things but I wasn't sure what.

As such, my response remained somewhat vague. I told Erick that I really liked his photos, that I found his username hot, that I liked the idea of bondage and that I had a passing interest in trying BDSM. My behemothic host understandingly nodded, gave me a quick wink and less than subtly hinted at being more than capable of helping me with all of that. I must admit, the idea of being dominated by him had me so very intrigued.



In any case, we must’ve been chatting for well over an hour before the discussion eventually took a sharp turn and the dreaded question was posed.

“Are you closeted, Jake?” my host calmly inquired, something which caused me to uncomfortably squirm in my seat and shamefully admit that this was all very new to me and that I was still in the process of coming to terms with who I was. In other words, yes, I was closeted.

Much to my own monumental relief, no scorn, awkwardness or ridicule came. Quite the opposite. Erick went out of his way to make me feel comfortable about myself. He told me that it was fine, that coming out was an entirely personal journey and that no one had the right to decide for me when or how to do so. It was something I would have to figure out for myself and eventually do, on my own time and out of my own volition. Not due to any external pressure or some societal norm.

No two journeys were entirely the same. Each of them was unique. And although I already knew as much, it did me a world of good to hear that from someone else’s mouth.

“Have you ever been with a man before?” Erick asked, his question serious, but his tone once again devoid of any ill intent.

Fearing that my inexperience would count against me, I initially hesitated a bit before finally shaking my head no.

“So you’ve never been, like... touched or held or anything?”

Again, I shook my head no. Truthfully, I had not.


Erick’s face betrayed a momentary glimmer of sympathy before his lips lit up to form an inviting smile. "Come here." he gently prodded, motioning me to draw closer and gesturing for me to approach. I did so, both excitedly and a little reluctantly.

I had never felt a man’s touch before. At least, not the sort of touch he seemed to be alluding to. And yes, I very much wanted to be touched. More than anything else, I longed for it.

Nothing — and I mean nothing — could have prepared me for the exhilarating wave of warmth that immediately washed over me when Erick pulled me in and gently wrapped his positively gargantuan arms around me. Nothing could have prepared me for the warmth of his skin, the sheer power radiating off his torso and the weirdly comforting touch of his mesmerisingly large hands.

I barely knew the man and had only been in his presence for a little under two hours. And yet, here I was, feeling incredibly safe and unequivocally content in his arms. This was bliss. Absolute, unparalleled bliss.


Erick held me against him for the better part of a minute before turning the TV volume up a tad and bringing his gaze back down to me.

“Hey. You’re shaking.” he spoke, wrapping his colossal arms a bit tighter around me so that my back was now fully pressed up against the front of his unbelievably broad torso.

“Are you cold?” he asked, to which I nodded my head yes. In truth, I wasn’t cold at all. I was just nervous, ecstatic and filled with a sentiment of unparalleled contentment. I was unprepared for the experience and was utterly baffled at just how weak it left me and how inexplicably at peace I felt in the arms of a man I'd just recently met.

My level of contentment reached new heights when Erick grabbed the thick woollen blanket that was slung atop the back of the leather couch and draped it over me; covering not only his legs and mine, but also most of my upper body. The furnace-like warmth radiating off of him was just out of this world sublime, and the earthy scent filtering up my nostrils was nothing short of divine.

When Erick finally asked if I was comfortable and okay, I couldn't stop myself from very vigorously nodding my head. Every fibre of my being was loving this. My body was abuzz and quite literally tingling with joy. It may seem a bit ridiculous to you more experienced readers, but to me, this was a real eye-opener. It was unlike anything I'd previously experienced and was miles better than what I'd always envisioned it would feel like.




Over the course of the next hour, we watched some TV, munched on a few snacks and spoke, albeit more softly and a bit less frequently than we had before.

“What about you, Sir? What sort of things are you into?” I asked, hoping to find out more about him and instinctively addressing him in an overtly respectful manner.

“Me? Oh, I’m into lots of things. Pretend kidnaps, CNC, breathplay, wrestling, bondage, edging, tickling... forceful smother-fucks.” he went on, enumerating a plethora of kinks, some of which I knew about and others which I’d never heard of.

“Forceful... smother-fucks?” I asked, the sheer naivety in my voice no doubt causing me to sound annoyingly childlike.

“You've never heard of that? That’s when I wrestle you down to the bed, hold you like this and then breed the living daylights out of you.” he humorously explained, wrapping his downright tremendous arms a little tighter around me before briefly clamping a freakishly MASSIVE palm atop the near entirety of my unsuspecting face.

Even for a towering goliath pushing on six and a half feet, Erick's bear paw-sized hands were just phenomenally oversized, not to mention extremely thick and beefy. I couldn’t see his feet, but judging by the rather stupendous size of the giant Adidas Hightop trainers he had on, I just knew they had to be huge.

That being said, I of course couldn’t help but wonder what other debilitatingly disproportionate "limbs" Sir Erick might've been packing down there. You know what they say about guys with big hands and big feet, right? Let’s just say, if those were anything to go by, then... yikes!


At any rate, the momentary inability to breathe lasted only a few seconds, but it nevertheless provided me with a tantalising first glimpse of the domination-play my dauntingly buff-bodied host was into. I was both allured and terrified.

Something in Erick's mind must've suddenly clicked after that short momentary bout of playful palm smothering.

"Wait. You're not a virgin are you?" he asked, the serious tone of his voice implying that he was both concerned and taken aback by the sudden realisation that I probably was. Again, I found myself having no choice but to shamefully confirm his rather accurate suspicion.

“Oh, wow. You're serious? You’ve never done it? Not even with a girl?” he let out, to which I hung my head low and meekly apologised for my inexperience.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. I’m just... surprised, is all. You’re very cute. With a face like yours, I figured you would've had all the girls lining up for you way back in high school.” he teasingly chuckled, moving a hand down to momentarily squeeze my thigh and managing to once again fill me with inner warmth and deep contentment. “To be honest, Jake, that’s kind of exciting. You’re all nicely preserved and unspoiled. I like that. I really do.”



We chatted on and off like that for a little while longer before the TV volume was turned up some more. Erick once again asked me if I was comfortable and then offered to reposition me so that I could rest the side of my face against his immensely burly chest. I acquiesced, and quite happily at that.

His broad pectorals heaved up and down with each breath. They were large and quite hard, but strangely comfortable to rest on. I could hear the regular thumping of his slowly beating heart. *THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP.* The warm and invitingly earthy scent filtering up my nostrils filled me with inner peace. This just felt right. I knew it in my heart.


I closed my eyes and slowly allowed myself to doze off for what I assumed was ten minutes. It's only when I felt the weight of Rufus jumping up on the couch and settling on my legs that I opened my eyes and groggily awoke from my slumber.

“Hey, he's awake. Little Jake must be tired. That was quite a little nap you took.” Erick’s deep voice spoke, causing me to rise out of my daze and ask him what he meant by that.

Imagine the utter shock I experienced upon being told that I was out for nearly two hours. Two hours! That couldn’t be right. I looked at my phone, figuring it had to be closing in on ten o'clock at the latest. Lo and behold, it was already closing in on midnight!

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I apologised, scrambling to get up and internally freaking out about both the suburb bus and the knowledge that I'd overstayed my welcome.

“Hey, it’s okay. I dozed off a bit as well. Besides, it was nice having a bit of company. Rufus is great and all, but he tends to squirm around too much. You're much better behaved than he is, and you’re also far less smelly.” Erick chuckled, before telling me not to worry about the bus and informing me that he was going to be driving me home.

I tried to tell him that wasn’t necessary, but the man would have none of it and very promptly slapped my tentative resistance down. I could do nothing but accept his generous offer.


The man of the house slowly retreated to his bedroom in order to get his keys, grab his gloves and put one of his leather jackets on. I used the washroom, spent about a minute petting little Rufus goodbye and then followed my towering host as he led the way to the front door.

A small pit had formed in my stomach at the knowledge that the night was already over, but Erick immediately instilled a newfound sense of excitement within me by telling his canine friend not to be sad about my departure. "Don't worry, boy. Jake will be back to play with you soon." he reassured, speaking to his pet dog but indirectly letting me know he'd enjoyed my visit enough to have me over again.

I still had no idea what I was hoping for or what potential future Erick and I could possibly have together, but the deep contentment I felt at the sound of him telling Rufus I’d be back was unquestionable. I wanted to see Erick again. Very much so.

What are the chances that the basement gym is more than a gym? A Basement Bondage Emporium possibly with a space reserved for Jake?

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Jake is already taken dare I say?

He is going to think about Erick constantly until they meet again, just a little guess here...

Erick and what he is into....very interesting....Jake is going to learn everything in this mini school....

bondagefreak wrote: 2 months ago “Me? Oh, I’m into lots of things. Pretend kidnaps, CNC, breathplay, wrestling, bondage, edging, tickling....forceful smother-fucks.” he went on, enumerating a plethora of kinks, some of which I knew about and others which I’d never heard of.

Holy hell!!! I love Erick already. Not only are his kinks everything I like in dom but he is so freaking sweet. Taking his time to get to know Jake and making him feel comfortable. The way he brought up Jake being in the closet and reassured him was fantastic!

I loved the little cuddle-fest they had on the couch and dozed off together. The hand gag scene was great and I’m sure a precursor of what is to come. I just hope we get to see these two wrestle each other and Erick absolutely dominate the shit out of Jake…ideally with his ass

bondagefreak wrote: 2 months ago The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted to take things slow. Very slow. So far, Erick was doing a rather phenomenal job at reading my unspoken signals and setting the appropriate pace.

Now my brain is conflicted. One part of me loves that Jake wants to take it slow and ease into his first relationship. I know that will make for a really good story and really get to flush all the characters.

The horny rat part of my brain wants Erick to kidnap the little guy and smother fuck him right now! But I know as hot as that would be, taking it slow will lead to the best results

You truly spoiled us with three chapters in less than two days. I am absolutely loving this story and I cannot wait to see more of these characters. Great job!

Liking the slow and gentle lead in, feels very much like luring in a skittish animal.
Also the kink list says good things about what’s coming up.

What a delightful chapter. Erick seems very calm and understanding with clearly very good social skills. I think that chaste meeting was exactly what Jake needed, and I'm glad Erick didn't take it any further.

He's definitely in my good books! (For the time being at least )

My only concern is the nap time: 2 hours is rather long, and the 1.5h commute + 1h chat + 2h nap + drive home are gonna cause Jake's parents to freak. I can kinda see the direction this is going in if my hunch is right...

What a great chapter. So far Erick seems very different from your usual raucous dom types; let's see how this develops!

I like Erick as he seems to be considerate. I hope he will drive Jack back home and both can have another date.

Nice chapter!!!

I can't wait to see the next parts! And I hope there will be some kinky scenes with bondage, sockgags and others

This chapter 3 was exciting! This tender moment between Erick and Jake was extremely sweet and pleasant to read! I think I would have loved to be in our protagonist's place! Can't wait to read the next chapter!

erick already has a special place in my heart! it was quite nice of him not to dutch oven him with the heavy blanket!

All caught up now. Poor Jake being a nervous person to meet up with someone. I even felt the same with meeting up with someone for a bondage session. But now that nervousness has passed away.

I love how sweet Erick is! He's completely understanding and so very mature in his views not only on coming out and one's self-discovery journey, but on his views on virginity too. And as someone who's experienced that level of touch starvation, Jake's experience is highly authentic!

It can sometimes be rare to find a chapter so sweet and slow on this site. You really have such an alluring way of writing and I felt myself entranced and really pulled in by Jake's story. Honestly, Erick seems so lovely already and I adore Rufus.

Aww! @bondagefreak does have a soft and sensitive side

I have a feeling things won't stay this tame for too long.

The slow burrrrrnn... It is killing me. Just shows how masterful your writing is. On Chapter 2, I really loved how you delved into insecurities and the importance of addressing it. Really loving this series of self-discovery. Thank you for this!

Volobond wrote: 2 months ago I love how sweet Erick is! He's completely understanding and so very mature in his views not only on coming out and one's self-discovery journey, but on his views on virginity too. And as someone who's experienced that level of touch starvation, Jake's experience is highly authentic!

Agreed! If Erick continues this way, I may have a new favorite bondagefreak character!

Oh man, I didn't know Erick can be this gentle... judging from his photos I expected him to be the rough dominant man, but it's so cool that he can take the things slow with Jake. But something tells me that soon the protagonist will want much more than just seeing Erick in his leather gloves...

Snozzberry wrote: 2 months ago It's nice being in on the beginning of one of your stories @Bondagefreak and not playing catch-up comments six years later. Now is more relevant than six years from now.

Though I would argue that long-running sagas with production times that span many years are still relevant and shouldn't be seen as intimidating, I totally understand what you're saying. I'm glad you could join us! Cheers!

Volobond wrote: 2 months ago I love how sweet Erick is! He's completely understanding and so very mature in his views not only on coming out and one's self-discovery journey, but on his views on virginity too. And as someone who's experienced that level of touch starvation, Jake's experience is highly authentic!

That's awesome to hear, my friend. I'm super glad you could relate to that.
Will strive to keep things as broadly relatable and grounded as possible.

Blue Ice wrote: 2 months ago I can't wait to see the next parts! And I hope there will be some kinky scenes with bondage, sockgags and others

You know what they say, right? Never show your hand prematurely or put all your eggs in the one basket!
Yes, I know. A somewhat cryptic response, but I'm sure that answers the question for you Patience, young man. Patience.