Stories of Tie Up Games

Great chapter, but I think he’s only just started receiving his birthday present!

Knew it haha what an awesome birthday present though!

wow that was a great chapter, poor lad so helpless ,

Wow! Nice chapter as always. I was wondering who was under the mask but should have suspected his dad ! I have a feeling this is just the start of the birthday kidnapping.

I take a little break from the boards and when I get back, there are several new chapters to enjoy! Fantastic.

I loved the tension of the police stop. The drama of a potential rescuer being a few feet away but being unable to alert him is amazing! And the kidnapping adventure was... chef's kiss.

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Thank you guys for all the great comments! I will try to post the next chapter soon; we'll see what John's father and his buddies have in store for the little brat...

Wow John's dad has a pretty elaborate plan he enacted on his son! Impressive. Now that John can somewhat relax, if it were me, I would begin worrying what was in store for me next

Looking forward to Dad's next plans, and with his buds to help put John through his paces

I had no ideeeeea there was a new @squirrel story I hadn't read! If the universe had timed things right, I'd have been reading this on Father's Day.

This is a great story! I hope it will continue. It’s awesome that John’s dad has become supportive of his interest in bondage. I’m curious what his Dad and his military buddies are going to do with John now. Or how much his buddies know about this situation, what did John’s dad tell them? I love that they helped out in this situation with “kidnapping” his son!

I'm loving this story so far! Excellent work! (The toe bandana masked men pictures from chapter 5 part A are me lol that was a fun surprise while I was reading!)

BoundBlueRhett wrote: 10 months ago I'm loving this story so far! Excellent work! (The toe bandana masked men pictures from chapter 5 part A are me lol that was a fun surprise while I was reading!)

Glad you like the story, @BoundBlueRhett The pics were just perfect for the story....

When I heard my father’s words I was completely perplexed at first. My eyes were wandering from one man to another as I was trying desperately to put everything together in my head. The six muscular hunks were standing in front of me, smiling. All of them were still wearing their skin tight leather gloves, which only reminded me of the role they had played earlier that day. I tried screaming, but the foul tasting socks that were trapped in my mouth, prevented me from making any noise. As I was sitting there, fastened to the chair, cruelly gagged and watching my Dad and captor’s look down at me, I felt the tension going away slowly. I was still quite scared and wanted to be untied, but none of the muscular soldiers seemed to pay any attention to my faint attempts to speak. As the terror was fading away I started fully realizing what had actually happened…

Once the shock and fear disappeared I felt another emotion flaring inside me. In no time my whole body was flooded with enormous rage; I started struggling like crazy in my extremely tight bonds and yelling furiously into my cruel, oversized gag. If it wasn’t for the ropes fastening me mercilessly to that freaking chair I would have definitely rushed towards my father and explain to him what I thought about his idea using not only my mouth but also fists. It was actually the first time when I really wanted to be free; seeing all those muscular hunks laughing and smirking made me go wild. Unfortunately for me, the giant military men found my current predicament extremely amusing; the more I was trying to escape the more delighted they seemed. When I finally stopped fighting to regain my strength my father and his companions found a new way to torment me; to my horror they gathered around me and inspected all my bonds. Even though I really doubted that any knot got loose, they brutal goons retied some of them, probably only to show me who was in charge. After they finished I saw my Dad walking in front of me with a wicked smile on his face and a super wide roll of duct tape in his leather clad palm.

“Boys, can you give me a hand?” He said to his buddies while looking me in the eye.

“Always glad to help, man! What do you need?” One of the soldiers asked with a smile on his handsome face.

“Hold this fucker’s head; apparently our guest needs some more time alone…”

I watched with terror as the bearded behemoth came closer and grabbed my head in a vice like grip; one of the leathered hands landed on the top and with the other he took hold of my chin. Even though I tried protesting and struggling as much as I could, all my efforts were futile; I was completely stuck and powerless to do anything. My eyes widened in fear as I saw my father unwind the tape from the roll; the ripping sound filled my ears as he was unwrapping the adhesive slowly but inexorably. I moaned into my absolutely overwhelming gag, but it only made the muscular brute’s smile widen. Without warning he plastered the loose end over my eyes and started wrapping the massive tape around my head, over and over again. After the last layer was applied, I heard Dad tear the tape and felt him smoothing it over my head. I kept grunting angrily and moaning, but it all went on deaf ears. When my blindfold was ready, the military men once again checked all my bonds and soon I heard them walk away. A few seconds later the heavy footsteps faded away and I thought I was left alone, so I was very surprised to hear my father’s voice.

“We’ll be back in an hour or so. I hope you’ll use this time wisely, buddy.” He said quietly and ruffled my hair with his leather clad palm.

“Mmmmhhh…”

I tried to beg my father to let me go or at least remove the damn gag from my mouth, but the pathetic moans and grunts I was able to utter made no impact on the muscular hunk. I heard his heavy footsteps fade away and after a few short moments I was alone. Still angry, I started thrashing around to find a way to escape my unbelievably tight roping, but that, of course, led me nowhere; the knots seemed to be as tight as in the moment they were cinched. After some time I gave up and focused on my oversized gag; I tried to use my jaw muscles to somehow get rid of the multiple layers of super strong duct tape wrapped around my lower face, but it turned out to me impossible as well. What was even worse, the two slimy, vinegary tasting socks kept my yap stuffed to the limits and were pressing my tongue down; no matter how much I fought, the gag didn’t budge even a little. Finally I sighed and gave up.

It was actually the first time in my life when I really didn’t want to be tied up. Being bound by my father at home was one thing, but getting captured by several brutal goons in broad daylight was something completely different. Even though I loved being restrained I felt a little uncomfortable with all those muscular soldiers around me; I knew that since my Dad was behind the kidnapping I had nothing to worry about, but still I didn’t like the idea of being seen by some many strangers. The more I was thinking about it, the more I wanted to escape, but that wasn’t an option for me. For the last time I tried to wiggle my arms free, hoping that maybe if I acted calmly I would be able to find a weak spot in my abductor’s bonds, but, as expected, there was none.

As I was sitting there, all wrapped in rope and mercilessly silenced, the rage eventually started to slowly evaporate. Once it was gone I began realizing something else; both my father and his buddies had organized all this for me and it must have cost them a lot of time and effort to prepare something like this. I had no idea if being stopped by the police was a part of their plan, but if it wasn’t they risked a lot; had any of those cops suspected anything, all six hunks would be in some serious troubles. Soon I felt a strange warmth flooding my body; instead of anger I was now feeling gratitude and curiosity; all of a sudden a lot of questions appeared in my head and I wanted the answers right away, although I realized that I wouldn’t be able to get them any time soon. I had to wait until either my father or his buddies would remove the two socks from my mouth and let me speak.

I had no idea how much time I was sitting alone; Dad promised that he would be back in an hour, but I had no guarantee that he would actually do it. I took some deep breaths and braced myself for some long waiting, but at the same moment I heard some heave footsteps approaching. I moaned into the oversized gag when they stopped near me. My heart started pounding like crazy in my chest when I felt one of the guys touching my temple; he found the end of the tape and began unwrapping it brutally. I stayed calm and quite throughout the process; I didn’t want them to think that I was a weakling who can’t endure a little pain. Once the sticky blindfold was removed I blinked a few times to adjust them to the light. I looked around and saw all six soldiers in front of me. To my great surprise I noticed that all of them were still wearing their tight leather gloves. I had no idea why they kept them on and made a note in my mind to ask about it later.

“So, did you calm down, son?” I hear my father’s voice and looked at him.

“Mmmmhhh…” I tried to speak and nodded my head.

“What do you say, guys? You think we can trust him and remove his gag for a moment?”

My eyes widened in shock when I heard the question. I felt so humiliated when Dad decided to place my fate in his buddies’ able hands, just for the heck of it. I grunted angrily, which only made my kidnappers laugh; I had to sit patiently and listen to their weird discussion. I tried begging them with my eyes, but that didn’t help either. Finally, they graciously agreed to remove the damn gag from my mouth and let me drink some water. I watched as my father came even closer and leaned a little towards me. He found the end of the tape, but didn’t peel it off.

“Just one word of warning before I give you your freedom of speech back, buddy. Once the gag is off, I don’t want to hear any screaming from you. The moment you start yelling you get silenced again... and in much more cruel way, got that?”

I looked my Dad in the eye and realized he wasn’t kidding, so I quietly nodded my head. I watched him as he was slowly removing the countless layers of the sticky tape from my lower face. It took him quite some time to unwrap everything, but when he peeled off the last bit of tape from my lips I immediately wanted to spit out the damn pungent socks. To my horror it turned out that my tongue was pressed down so well, that I could hardly move it; when the giant behemoths realized I had problem with pushing the huge wad out of my yap they started laughing at me. I moaned angrily and after some time one of the hunks had mercy on me and with one swift move pulled the fabric out. The socks made a loud splash when they landed on my lap. I take several deep breaths and stretched my jaw a little bit, but other than that I remained silent.

“Glad to see that you can keep your promise, son. I’m sure you want to drink something, right?”

“Yeah, thanks Dad…” I replied in a hoarse voice.

One of the soldiers came closer and put a bottle of water he had in his leather clad palm against my lips. I hurriedly gulped down the cold liquid; my mouth was parched and dry and I wanted to get rid of the foul sock taste from my mouth as soon as possible. Once the bottle was empty my father asked if I wanted more and I refused. I looked around; some of the guys had faint smiles on their faces and some seemed to be absent minded.

“All right, son, I guess it’s time to talk about some issues. But before we do that, I have to introduce my buddies. You already know Stanley Lewis. And these are Eric Mitchell, Caleb Morgan, Adrian Allen and Damian Cooper.”
“Nice to meet you John. We hope you had as much fun as we did…” Mr. Mitchell said in a cheerful voice.

“Nice to meet you too, guys. I would gladly shake hands with you, but you know…”

“Your boy is a smartass, man…” Mr. Allen joined.

“You have no idea, bro.” Mr. Lewis replied and the six hunks laughed.
When they stopped my father stood right in front of me with muscular arms folded on his broad chest. He looked down at me with impish sparkles in his eyes and I suddenly felt a little uneasy; something was telling me that whatever my Dad had in store for me would be hard to bear. I waited impatiently, not daring to ask any questions. The brutes kept watching me for a few more moments before my father finally spoke.

“I want you to listen and not interrupt me. If you behave, I’ll let you ask a few questions later; I bet you already have hundreds of them…” He said with a smirk.

“I’ll try my best…”

“We’ll see about that, son. Anyway, since you love being restrained and keep asking me all the time to tie you up, I decided to give you what you want. I asked a few of my army buddies to help and, as you can see, they agreed. It took us some time to organize everything, but it turned out quite nicely. As I said before, it’s your birthday present. I realize that it’s not for another three days, but it wouldn’t be a surprise if we kidnapped you on your actual birthday. This means that until then you’ll be restrained all the time, like a real hostage…”

“What?! You’re gonna keep me tied up for three days?!” I instinctively asked.

My father frowned angrily at me and I already knew I made a huge mistake. He looked at Mr. Mitchell and nodded lightly. The bearded behemoth smiled a little and went behind my back. Before I had the time to react his giant palm appeared in from of my face and soon clamped itself on my lower face, silencing me. I moaned into the tight hand gag and tried to shake it off, but it was no use; the giant brute held my head in a vice like grip, not allowing me much more than some barely audible grunts. I took several deep breaths to calm down, before I looked my Dad in the eye again.
“Seems to me that keeping your mouth free is not an option, son.”

“Mmmhh…” I mumbled, but was ignored.

“Now, let’s carry on. As I said, you’ll be kept restrained for the next three days and there is nothing you can do about it. We’re going to keep you tied up all the time, even if you don’t like it. And, of course, most of the time you’ll be also gagged. I guess you can consider yourself the prisoner of your own desires, kiddo. Now… since you spoke without permission, I should have your mouth stuffed again and leave you here for the rest of the day, but let’s say that I’m in a good mood today. I’ll let you ask one question before silencing you.”

“Why are you wearing the leather gloves?” I asked when Mr. Mitchell removed his gloved palm from my mouth.

“Really? You have an opportunity to ask only one question and this is what you want to know? All right then. We’re wearing them because we’re your kidnappers and don’t want to leave any fingerprints. Even though it’s all fake, we thought that this way it’ll look a little more realistic. Plus, they feel great…”

“Is that all, Dad? I can’t believe what an idiot I am…”

“Can’t argue with that, son. All right, time to shut you up again. Open up!”

I tried fighting, but it was a lost battle; Mr. Mitchell, who was still standing behind me, grabbed my chin and held it in place. I watched in horror as my Dad picked up the saliva soaked socks from my lap and began forcing them mercilessly into my protesting mouth again. The giant wad tasted even worse than before; it was moist and dump and I did everything I could to push it out with my tongue. My father didn’t mind my futile efforts at all; he kept pressing the fabric in until it was filling my mouth completely. Mr. Morgan handed him the roll of duct tape and soon my Dad was wrapping it around my lower face. After the fifteenth layer he tore the tape off with his teeth and smoothed the loose end on my cheek.

“There, enjoy, son!”

“Rick, do you want to leave him now?” Mr. Cooper asked my father.

“Yeah, why?”

“By being disobedient the brat undermined your authority in front of us. I think a proper punishment is necessary.”

“Mmmmhhh!” I tried to beg with my eyes wide open in fear.

“See? You wanted him quiet and he’s opposing again.”

“You’re right, man… Do you have something specific in your mind?”

“Oh yeah…” Mr. Cooper said with a devilish smile on his face and something told me I was totally screwed…


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a great continuation of the series I just had to read through all the parts again and found the development to be very successful. from the first part where dad doesn't actually want to until now. I'm curious to see how things go and how Dad will regain his authority again.

amazing update!!!!

you let me waiting whats gonna be johns punishment... johns father partners seem very very creative dudes

I am really loving this story.
It feels so real. The removing and reapplying of the gag is so good, and the rules and hand gags. Brilliant story. So glad he’s going to be captive for a few days. Excited to see a continuation

@squirrel @squirrel @squirrel Like where do I start?

The leather glove shot...just makes it real and appealing!

Well I am seriously enjoying this story......its just amazing to see our little sub in this position with such eager doms ready to participate in his em-pending demise!!!

Literally can't wait to see what happens next !

another horny chapter.

Love the gag punishment.

Can't wait to what the guys have planned for your birthday celebration.... I am guessing some gift wrapping

When I looked at Mr. Cooper’s handsome face I knew I was in deep shit. I started struggling again, but the ropes fastening me to the chair were as tight as in the moment they were knotted. No amount of thrashing around could let me escape my extremely neat bonds and both me and my captors were fully aware of that; they just kept smiling at laughing at me as I was doing my best to free myself. I wanted to shout and yell, but the slimy wad of clothes forced into my yap made all the attempts to speak pointless. I tried to force the oversized gag out of my mouth, but the multiple layers of the super strong and sticky duct tape my father had wrapped around my lower face didn’t allow me to do anything about the stuffing. Finally I stopped struggling and just sat there, panting heavily though my nostrils and looking pleadingly at my assailants. The muscular soldiers did nothing though; they seemed to be glad that I wasn’t giving up and was fighting. Maybe it was just my imagination, but when I looked at my father I had a feeling that I saw pride in his eyes.

“Don’t go anywhere, kiddo. Me and my buddies will be back soon.” Mr. Cooper said and patted me gently on my cheek with his leather clad, giant palm.

“Mmmmmhhhh!”

“Man, I love it when the prisoners keep begging like that…” Mr. Morgan added with a devilish smile on his face.

Even though it was obvious that I wouldn’t be able to say anything I kept trying until my captors disappeared in another room; I was left alone again, but fortunately this time I wasn’t blindfolded, so I could look around. I was in a large room with couches, armchairs, coffee table and a large TV screen on the wall. It looked like a normal living room of a big house; probably it was the property of one of my father’s friends. I tried to calm down, but the fear and anxiety returned quickly; I was wondering what Mr. Cooper had in mind and I was sure that, whatever it was, I wouldn’t like it at all. I tried one more time to struggle, but resigned after barely a few seconds; the six alpha hunks were extremely skilled at restraining men and it was obvious that they had years of experience and practice in it. Unfortunately I didn’t have too much time to think more about it; after a few minutes I heard the heavy footsteps getting close and soon the six behemoths were standing in front of me again.

“I hope you still have some strength left, kiddo; your punishment is going to be a severe one….” Mr. Allen said ominously.

“Mmmmhhhh…”

“Yeah, me and the boys were trying to figure out what the best penalty would be when I suddenly remembered how ticklish you used to be as a kid….” My father said in a dead serious tone.

“MMMMMHHHH!”

My eyes widened as I realized what my Dad had just said; when I was a young kid me and him used to spend a lot of time together and sometimes, when I was particularly energetic and didn’t want to calm down, he held me in his grip and tickled me until I calmed down. I always hated it; I was extremely ticklish and my father knew that well. I couldn’t believe that now he and his buddies were going to use that against me, but there was nothing I could do to stop them. I immediately started panted heavily and begging the huge brutes with pathetic moans. As I could expect, it made no impact on them; they had wide smiles on their faces when they were taking their positions: Dad and Mr. Lewis stood right in front of me. Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Allen were on my right and finally Mr. Cooper and Mr. Morgan were on the left side. My eyes were wandering rapidly from one hunk to another as I was bracing myself for the inevitable.

“All right boys…. Three, two, one….”

I moaned terrified into my oversized gag, but, to my great surprise, nothing happened. I grunted questioningly, but only silence answered me. The guys’ smiles didn’t disappear from their faces, but now they seemed to be more friendly. I sighed, a little relieved; I was beginning to calm down when my father quickly attacked and started tickling my abdomen. The moment his gloved fingers touched my stomach I started thrashing around like crazy and laughing hysterically into my huge stuffing. For a brief moment I was hoping that the leather gloves would make the tickling torture a little more bearable, but apparently I was wrong; it felt as if a series of jolts were rushing through my body. If I hadn’t been mercilessly roped up and cruelly silenced I would have been thrashing about like mad and yell as much as I could. Just when I was on a verge of tears my father stopped and straightened up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked down at me.

“How was that, son? Good to know that you are still so ticklish….”

“Mmmmmhhhh…”

I tried to beg him with my eyes; I was too exhausted to struggle or fight, but I hoped that the torture was now over. Just as I was taking several deeper breaths, both of my sided were attacked; two sets of leather clad fingers were digging into my ribs and the other two were assaulting my left armpit. I wasn’t expecting that, so the moment the fingers started tickling me I jumped in my ropes and began yelling into the two socks packed into my yap. The two brutes were absolutely merciless; they kept rubbing and tickling my ribs and armpits until my whole body was covered in sweat and tears of laughter were streaming down my cheeks. When they finally stopped and let me take a break from the torture I would have collapsed if I hadn’t been tied up so well. Once again I tried to beg them with my eyes not to tickle me anymore, but that just made the smiles on their faces widen.

“Man, that’s so much fun!” Mr. Allen said and ruffled my hair playfully.

“It’s totally amazing, bro! Although I don’t think our prisoner would agree with this, right?” Mr. Morgan asked.

“Mmmmhhh…”

“Yeah, I thought so.”

The six hunks gave me a moment to recover before one of them walked behind me, grabbed the chair and leaned it backwards. He was keeping me still as I watched my Dad and Mr. Cooper squat down and remove my shoes. I already knew what would happen and started grunting into the gag one more time. Of course it got me nowhere and in a few moments I felt them take my socks off as well. I whined and moaned when the two behemoths started rubbing their leather clad fingers against the soles. Even though my whole body was extremely ticklish, my feet were much worse than everything else; every single touch made me go insane and laugh uncontrollably. I was trying to calm myself down and endure the torture and just when I thought I would succeed three other sets of hands joined in; soon my stomach, ribs and armpits were also being attacked. I moaned and laughed in turns, forgetting to take a breath from time to time. I was sweating beyond belief and tears were no streaming down my face. Fortunately for me, the combined assault of my captors didn’t last for too long and after a minute or two it all stopped and the soldier who was holding the chair let it fall on the floor.

“We’ll give you a moment to recover, kid.” One of them said and they all left the room.

I was alone again, but this time I had no strength to struggle or even moan. I was sitting exhausted, covered in sweat and defeated. If my father wanted to find a perfect punishment for me, tickling was definitely the choice number one. My heart was pounding like crazy in my chest and I had troubles with stabilizing my breathing for a few seconds, but after some time I began to calm down. I was so glad that the tickling was over, but suddenly a horrifying thought entered my mind: what if it was only the beginning and the hunks would want to do it more? Unfortunately for me, it was utterly up the them and I had nothing to say in the matter. After a few moments I saw the shirtless soldiers come back. I gulped and locked my eyes on my father who was carrying something in his leather gloved hand.

“Calmed down a little?” He asked.

“Mmmm…” I nodded.

“Good. I really hope it was the last time you disobeyed me, son. But I won’t hesitate to tickle the shit out of you again if you force me. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhhhmm…”

“That’s what I thought. Now, I’ll wipe the sweat from your face and then we’ll take you to the living room. There, we’ll remove your gag; I think you won’t be shouting this time, right? After dinner we’ll untie you so you can take a shower and use the toilet.”

“Mmmm!” I looked at my father with hope.

“Yeah, but don’t think you’d be unsupervised, boy! One wrong word or a stupid move and your freedom will be instantly over. You are our prisoner and we intend to treat as such. If you give us hard time, you’ll pay the consequences, got it?” Mr. Cooper said in a sinister voice.

I nodded that I understood and waited for my Dad to wipe the sweat from my face. It was a great relief and I sighed gratefully into my gag. My father smiled and put the sweat stained rag into one of his pockets. Then he and Mr. Allen picked the chair up and took me to the living room. In the middle there was a large wooden table with twelve chairs around it. One of them was taken away and I was placed in the spot. Mr. Morgan sat next to me and ordered to stay still. I didn’t dare to move or make any noise when he was unwrapping the duct tape from my lower face. Even though the adhesive got a little loose because of the sweat I really doubted that I would be able to get rid of it without help. After several moment I could spit the socks out, which I did gladly and eagerly.

“Oh man…” I said quietly.

“Remember, kid. Behave, or you’ll get your mouth shut in no time!”

“Ok, Sir. I understand…”

I was sitting there calmly and watched the five soldiers prepare dinner. Mr. Morgan stayed with me, ready to act if I did something they didn’t like. I thought he would be willing to talk with me, but I was wrong; he was absorbed in the conversation with his army buddies and only occasionally cast me a quick glance to see if I was behaving properly. I didn’t dare to speak without permission so I was just listening to the guys. After some time a nice smell entered my nostrils, which meant that the dinner was ready. By that moment I didn’t even realize how hungry I was; first the kidnapping and then the merciless tickling made me forget about food for a good part of the day, but now I heard a loud growl coming from my stomach.

“Don’t worry, prisoner, you’ll be fed soon.” Mr. Lewis said when he sat next to me.

“Absolutely, but no sooner than we finish. Captors eat first, the prisoners eat later. Any complaints about it, buddy?” My father asked with a hint of threat in his voice.

“No, not at all, Dad!”

“Good! You’re learning fast, aren’t you?”

I nodded and waited until the guys finished their meals. I tried to stay calm and still but couldn’t help struggling a little on my chair, but fortunately for me none of the soldiers seemed to care about it. Finally, after half an hour, they finished eating and Dad fed me. It tasted incredibly; it was so good to have something else in my mouth than old, sweaty socks that I smiled every time my father delivered food to my mouth. Once the meal was over he gave me water and finally they all started untying me from the chair. Even though I loved being tied up and gagged, I was really ready to be let go. When the last piece of rope was removed from my body my father and Mr. Lewis grabbed me and marched me to the bathroom.

“There are fresh clothes and a toothbrush ready for you. Take your time.” Mr. Lewis said coldly.

They pushed me inside and closed the door. I quickly used the toiled and then undressed to take a long, warm shower. It felt so great to get rid of all the sweat and tension. When I finished and dried myself with the towel I looked for the clothes; they were lying on one of the shelves and when I got closer I realized it was an olive green T-shirt and khaki pants. I put them on and brushed my teeth. I was ready to leave the bathroom now, but something kept me from doing so. I looked around and realized that there were no windows I could use to escape; the only way out was through the door. I sighed and grabbed the doorknob…


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I see, customised architecture.

Xtc wrote: 10 months ago I see, customised architecture.

adapted for keeping a prisoner in

John is having the birthday of his dreams; I wish I were in his place. And it looks like the guys thought of everything to keep him restrained, there's no escape, boy! You're a prisoner of the guys, whether you like it or not.

Uh well..... he is simply trapped

Looking forward to see what happens on the other side of the door!

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It's probably a good idea to have a windowless bathroom with no alternative exit than the main door. Good for the captors in this particular setting I mean Looks like John won't be going anywhere anytime soon! Well done, my friend.