Stories of Tie Up Games

Great story would be funny if he had a younger brother who also came home late during the punishment. Still wonder what he has planned

Great start. Gary's rebellious ways mean consequences, of course!

Well Gary's attitude has been revoked

I like how his dad's efforts has completely killed Gary's resolve and left Gary 100% compliant to his dad's commands...

I too am wondering, where did dad get that gag? And what exactly is he using it for?

Especially like how dad is so non-forgiving and militant in his treatment of Gary. I think Gary's dad is likely getting a kick out of this at this point, or?

Looking forward to what dad pulls out of his hat next to try on Gary

Ooh, a much-needed attitude adjustment!
While Andre could stand to lighten up a bit (especially considering what a reputation for partying that a lot of military men have), Gary went about it in the complete wrong way. And now he needs to learn!

Loving it so far!

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I gulped and moaned into my thick gag; Dad’s devilish smile didn’t bode well for me and I was under the impression that he was amused when he saw fear in my eyes. I stared at him and did my best to get away from him, but the ropes he had used to tie me up with held me tightly in place. My father smirked at my futile attempts to escape and slowly came even closer to me. He squatted down and forced my bound body on the floor, making me lie on my stomach. My heart was pounding like crazy at that moment; loosing the ability to see what he was doing was a pure nightmare to me. I started to squirm and struggle, but one painful slap on my head made me stop. I felt Dad sit on my bound legs, pressing them to the floor and immobilizing them even more. I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead; the anxiety was unbearable.

“You know what’s going to happen… right, Gary?” He asked.

“Mmmmhh!” I tried to speak.

“We’ll see what’s worse for you: spanking or this?”

Before I could protest and beg him not to do that I felt Dad’s fingers on the soles of my feet. Immediately I started laughing and moaning like crazy into the oversized ball in my mouth. I always hated being tickled and even as a small kid I did everything I could to avoid it; my father and older brother knew well about my weakness and often attacked me when I wasn’t expecting that. When I grew older I hoped that I would never be tickled again, but apparently I was wrong; now I was going through the very same ordeal and I have to admit that this time it was much worse. I was unable to fight or even scream when Dad’s fingers were scratching my feet. He was merciless and didn’t pay any attention to my muffled moans and grunts. He kept rubbing my feet, toes and heels brutally until I was on a verge of going insane.

“Oh man, did you get even more ticklish, Gary?” My father asked after several extremely long minutes of tickling.

“Mmmm…” I was panting so heavily I could only moan quietly.

“So… shall we carry on, son? Your feet look like they need more attention from my fingers…”

“MMMHHH!!” This time I tried to beg desperately and my body jerked in the bonds.

“All right, all right… I can leave your feet alone if you want it so much…”

I was so relieved that my ordeal was over that I almost wanted to hug my father. Of course the incredibly tight ropes prevented me from doing that; I was lying on my stomach, drooling heavily through the ball-gag and hoping to be released from my bonds. I couldn’t think of any other thing Dad could do to me to punish me for disobeying his orders and coming home way after the settled time; after all, what can be worse than spanking and tickling? I calmed down a little bit, but my father had other plans for me; he got up from me and rolled me on my back. I grunted angrily when I felt the weight of my body on my bound wrists, but he ignored it. He sat on my thighs and looked down at my sweaty face.

“Ready for round two, Gary?”

My eyes widened in fear; I definitely wasn’t expecting that. Before I could utter any protests, my Dad’s fingers were digging into my ribs, causing my body to jerk spasmodically. I tried my best to beg him to stop, but obviously my pleas brought no results whatsoever. I was laughing hysterically into my huge gag; I even had some troubles with proper breathing, but it didn’t stop my father from tickling my sides mercilessly. Every now and then he was giving me breaks, but they lasted no more than merely several seconds. I didn’t even get enough time to catch my breath before the tickling was resumed, driving me crazy and making me beg through the gag. When Dad finally stopped my whole body was drenched in sweat and I was exhausted. I could only stare at him, panting heavily and desperately hoping for my punishment to be over.

“Man… I bet you’d prefer to be spanked with my military belt…”

“Mmmmhh…” To my own surprise, I nodded quickly.

“Such a shame it won’t happen…”

I watched in horror as my Dad sat on my abdomen. I knew well what he was going to do and the fact that I couldn’t do anything to stop him was worse than anything. He flexed his fingers in front of my face and started digging them into my chest and armpits. I was so tired that I couldn’t even struggle or squirm too much anymore. I was moaning desperately into my gag, but Dad just smirked at kept tickling me mercilessly until I was on a verge of crying. As a final part of my torture he moved his fingers up and started tickling my neck. Even though it wasn’t as bad as having my armpits tickled, it was still a complete nightmare, but I was too exhausted to even try resisting. I just lied there, laughing and hoping for the punishment to end. Finally, after a horribly long hour, Dad stopped and stood up.

“Well… maybe this will teach you a lesson, son” He said with a smile.

“Mmmmhh…” I nodded.

Dad left the room, but was soon back with a towel in his hand. He made me sit and wiped the sweat from my face, neck, chest and abdomen, for which I was extremely grateful. I tried to ask him to at least remove the damn gag from my mouth, but he didn’t pay any attention to that. He just checked my bonds and was satisfied to see that all of them were as tight as they were the moment he cinched them. He patted me on the cheek and told me to rest. I lowered my head and lied down on the floor again. I watched my father sit on the couch and turn the TV on; I was extremely happy that he wasn’t going to tickle me again. For several moments I listened to the TV, but soon I dozed off…

Wow a harsh punishment for someone that doesn't like tickling, I feel his pain haha

From that last paragraph I do not feel that Dad is done with Gary yet.

Gary, wiggle like a worm , squeak like a squirrel. (Oops perhaps I should have said Chipmunk considering the Author).

To tie Gary up is human, to tie Gary up and tickle him is divine. Me.

Oh the father is evil But truly effective!

Wow, now I am eager to see what he has up his sleeve for the next punishments....

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I had no idea how was it possible for me to finally fall asleep, but apparently I did. I can remember looking up at my father as he was sitting on the couch and watching TV and then it was nothing. My whole body was wrapped up in ropes and I was all covered in sweat. Due to the damn ball-gag my mouth hurt a little, but it wasn’t nothing I couldn’t endure. I had already tried to free myself before, so I knew perfectly well that it wouldn’t do me any good, so I just lay there on the floor, impatiently waiting for my Dad to announce that my punishment was over. As I was panting heavily after the unbearable tickling my father put me through I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier; I don’t know when exactly I fell asleep, but the relief I got from it was more than welcome. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to rest too much; soon I heard footsteps coming closer.

I was still half asleep when my father squatted down next to me and then I felt him gently rubbing his fingers over my soles. Immediately I woke up and started moaning pathetically into my oversized gag. Once my Dad realized I wasn’t sleeping any more he sat on the floor and wrapped one of his muscular arms around my bound legs. I knew well what was coming, so I started struggling like crazy one more time; even though I was aware that I wouldn’t be able to escape his grip, it was stronger than me and I acted on instinct. My heart was pounding like crazy in my chest as I was expecting the inevitable. After a second or two, when my body calmed down a little bit, my father started tickling my feet mercilessly. I was laughing hysterically as he was moving his fingers from the heels to the toes and then back again. At first he was doing it with only one hand, but after a while I felt the other one on my feet; now it was his ten fingers dancing on my soles and driving me crazy; after a short moment my whole body was covered with sweat again and I felt tears of laughter escaping my eyes. Luckily, this time the tickling ended quickly and after what seemed like ten minutes my father stood up.

“Wait here, Gary.” He said with a chuckle.

I watching him leave the room and sighed in relief. I hoped that my punishment was finally over and that my Dad left to get some scissors or a knife to cut the damn ropes. I waited for a few seconds, but when he came back I was extremely disappointed; my father was only carrying a towel. He squatted down in front of me and grabbed my chin. He forced my head up and wiped my whole face carefully from the sweat, for which I was grateful. Next he rolled me on my side and wiped my chest and neck as well; it definitely was a relief, but not the one I was expecting. When I was cleaned, he forced me on my stomach again and stood up.

“Listen carefully, son. Now I’m going to do some chores and I don’t want to hear even a quiet peep from you. I want you to lie here calmly in your ropes and think what you’ve done. I don’t want to see you struggling or trying to get rid of the gag. If you are a good boy, I’ll consider untying you when I’m done with the chores. But if you misbehave, you’ll regret it. Do I make myself clear, Gary?” My father’s voice was rough and I knew he was dead serious.

“…” I nodded my head vigorously, not daring to even moan.

Dad ruffled my hear and left me alone in the living room. For the first several minutes I was too afraid to even move a finger, but soon I relaxed and just lay there calmly. I gave up struggling completely and simply couldn’t wait for my father to finally let me go. As I was lying on the floor I started thinking about my behavior and the more I was considering what I had done the previous day, the more ashamed I felt; after all Dad had always been good to me and he was never too strict. I had much freedom, a little more than most of my buddies actually, and yet I couldn’t appreciate it. Suddenly I realized that getting drunk, swearing and yelling at my father wasn’t the best way to pay him back. I felt more and more sorry for what I had done and eventually I fell asleep again.

The next thing I remember was my father shaking my shoulder. I woke up and looked at the window; it was already a sunset, so it meant that I was fast asleep for hours. I stared at him, not daring to make the tiniest sound and desperately hoping to be released.

“Did you have a nice sleep, son?” He asked.

“…” I nodded slowly.

“Good to hear it. Do you need to use the toiled?”

“…” I shook my head; for a split second I was going to lie and tell him that I do, but finally decided to be honest.

I couldn’t wait to be untied, but the longer my Dad did nothing about my bonds, the more obvious it was for me, that my punishment wouldn’t be over as soon as I hoped. I was starting to feel angry, but quickly remembered that he never actually promised to untie me in the evening; the only thing he said was that he would consider it. I was breathing heavily through my nose as I watched him sit on the couch and look down at me. There was something weird in his eyes, a sparkle of amusement if I was right. He kept staring at me, obviously enjoying being in charge.

“I think there’s something you should know, Gary. You best friend Gilbert is coming over.”

My eyes shot wide as I heard that; I immediately started struggling like crazy and moaning into the huge ball-gag; being bound and punished by Dad was one thing, but being seen by my best friend like this seemed much worse than that. Even though I was roughly gagged, I tried my best to beg my father to let me go.

“Son, if you don’t stop that right now, you’ll get spanked again! And I’ll let Gilbert watch that!” He warned me sternly.

I froze and looked at him angrily, but it was actually everything I could do in that moment. Being helpless felt horrible and waiting for my best buddy to see me in bonds was even worse than that. I kept breathing heavily when suddenly I heard someone knock on the door. I moaned one more time in desperate attempt to make my father untie me before he opens, but he ignored me completely. I closed my eyes and gulped, frightened more than ever…

The story is great! I can't wait to see Gilbert get tied up and gagged with his best friend.

Will Gilbert join Gary being tied up or will he join Dad in having fun punishing Gary, we will just have to wait and see.

In the meantime we can watch Gary squirm like a worm and squeal like a squirrel. Oops I did it again, sorry Mr Squirrel. 🐿

Good to read the next part. I shall be interested to see if my guess as to what happens next is wide of the mark.

Well.....I am banking on Gilbert joining Gary's dad to apply his own punishments to Gary.....HOT

But I will have to wait patiently like all.

Great ending to the current installment of this story!