Stories of Tie Up Games

They say you can tell a lot about a man by looking at his car. And not just the colour or type of car, but I mean the interior of it as well. Erick’s jet-black Jeep was both sleek and sporty, matching what little I'd seen of him to perfection.

The dashboard was dust-free, and the slightly sheening black leather seats looked immaculate. The leathery interior gave his SUV a dauntingly masculine vibe, while the somewhat sizeable amount of clutter that populated the back compartment hinted at a very active lifestyle. Erick was obviously an outdoorsy type, and judging by the rather large duffle bag that took up a fair portion of the back seat, he was also actively involved in sports. Don’t ask me why, but I found that sort of hot.

“In you go, princess,” the hulking man spoke, opening the passenger side door for me and ordering me to hop in.

I blushed. I wasn’t used to this level of chivalrous gallantry. I liked it.


The first thing that struck me upon entering his outwardly pristine vehicle though was the smell. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it most definitely was poignant enough to tickle my senses. Perhaps even a bit too poignant. Erick, of course, was completely oblivious to it. He waited for me to hop in and didn’t close the door until I’d securely buckled my seatbelt.

I actually remember turning my head towards the backseat and momentarily crinkling my nose up during those brief seconds it took for him to circle around to the driver's side of the vehicle. The air inside Erick’s Jeep was thick with the scent of leather, dashboard polish and heavily used sports gear. And I mean really thick. Fuckin’ hell.

The leather-scented air seemingly grew even thicker upon the brown-haired man's entry, and then a rather discordant orchestra of decidedly distressed creaks and groans immediately flooded the cabin. The thick leather jacket clad around his torso looked uncomfortably tight, especially around his arms. It was sexy, and it suited his style well.



The angry creaking of leather continued unabated during the brief minute it took for my driver to wrestle his gloves on. The thin leather strained to accommodate his sizeable fingers and then struggled some more to accommodate his immensely oversized palms. I was a bit mystified as to why, but the auditory and visual spectacle of him putting his gloves on filled me with a tingling of excitement. Even more so now that I knew he was into forceful takedowns and simulated kidnaps.

“Alright. Good to go?” the bearded man finally asked, before turning the heat on and putting a gloved hand atop my knee. I smiled at him and nodded my head yes. And just like that, we were off.


Erick kept his hand on my thigh during pretty much the entirety of the ride home; only occasionally bringing it up to adjust the heat or move the steering wheel. The endless creaking of leather on leather continued filling my ears and noisily betraying his every movement. Although I didn't say anything to that effect, I found the sight and sound of his attire - and his voice - torturously erotic.

Anyways, I didn’t give Erick my exact address number but we’d previously spoken about where I lived and he knew my area well. As expected, the drive was quite peaceful, and sadly enough, not nearly as long as I had hoped for. With little traffic on the road and no construction slowing us down, the trip was just under forty minutes. Thirty-seven to be exact.


It was already closing in on 1 AM by the time we finally arrived on my street. Not that it really mattered, seeing as how I was well in my twenties and old enough to go about as I pleased. Erick pulled up at the spot I’d requested. It was several blocks away from my place, but mind you, that’s exactly what I was aiming for.

“You sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” he asked, his brow displaying a rather severe and disapproving frown as he scanned the deserted street for any would-be menace that might potentially endanger me. I declined his sweet offer and assured him I’d be fine. His gallantry and overt protectiveness made me all warm and even a little lightheaded. I was so very unused to being treated like this.


My heart quite literally fluttered and skipped a beat when the man returned his gloved hand to my thigh and asked if I was up for seeing him again. I was. I wholeheartedly was.

Erick told me he would’ve normally had me over again this very weekend but that he would be out of town on some prior commitment. He owned property several hours up north and would be spending most of Saturday and Sunday doing renovation work with a friend.

“Are you off work for the long weekend next Friday?” he asked, causing me to excitedly nod yes and happily confirm to him that I was.

“Alright. It's a date. I’ll be coming here to pick you up on Friday. No arguing,” he reprovingly chuckled, accurately predicting some sort of verbal resistance on my part.

“Thanks for the nice evening, Sir. I really enjoyed it,” I told him, every fibre of my being already longing for our second meetup next Friday.


Erick mirrored my comment and then raised his hand up to cup the back of my head. He pulled me in towards him and then planted a tender kiss against the top of my forehead. The gesture wasn't overtly sensual, but it still felt immensely satisfying and, dare I say, even a little romantic. I blushed. Not just a little, but a lot.

Erick then wished me goodnight and told me to have a good day tomorrow. I thanked him again for the lovely evening and thanked him again for the pleasant ride home. Then I was off and out of his intoxicatingly smelly Jeep.


My first date night – if you can call it that – was complete. I still had no idea what sort of bond I was hoping to forge with this man or if pursuing something romantic with him was at all advisable or even possible. But I just literally could not bring myself to care about our sizeable age gap right now. All I knew was that I was over the moon and more content than I’d ever been.

A whole week, Jake isn't going to last a whole week thinking about the date. Poor Jake is going to need some relief.

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Wow it is almost scary how much Jake fits me to a T with not driving or living on my own and having that make me anxious about meeting anyone lol!

Erick has been nothing but sweet. Wonder if we'll start to see that devil side come out on the next date

Oh Jake, Jake, Jake SMH....

Erick...hook line and sinker.....Erick start reeling him in.....was I right about Jake or what?

Smelly Jeep, hmmmm I think Jake got his first 'intro' to what is about to be a regular thing!

Now that place up north sounds interesting......my spidy sense are tingling....Jake will be trapped....I can't wait!

socjuc wrote: 2 months ago Smelly Jeep, hmmmm I think Jake got his first 'intro' to what is about to be a regular thing!
Now that place up north sounds interesting......my spidy sense are tingling....

Spoken as though you wouldn't wanna ride in that Jeep
Pfffft. Your spidey senses are always tingling

Ohhh Jake, how you resemble us so much is so uncanny. This chapter was ao sweet, especially the forehead kiss. It made me blush too while reading.

@socjuc riiiiight? Hahah it is the intro to his everyday life.

@bondagefreak You're right sir, this is similar to B&G in the second half. Really enjoying also on how I am able to focus on Jake and Erick. The introspection in your stories shows the depth of how much you understand the human psyche and it is always very interesting to read because it as if you are looking into our soul and how you manage to write our inner thoughts in the flesh. Thanks again for another great chapter!

Ahhh I was kicking my feet and blushing throughout this chapter. Opening the door for Jake, calling him princess, his hand on Jake’s thigh, the kiss on the head and his utter insistence on picking up Jake for the next date. God what a man! I am so glad that Jake is as much into him as we all are. I am so excited for the next date.

The car was also super hot. I loved that while it was clean, it was still full of BO. I can’t wait for the day that Jake ends up gagged for a long car ride, forced to breathe in through his nose for the whole trip. On a side note…if Erick ever needs to sell that car, you let me know!!!

Last thing is the absolute torture this chapter brought me. Nothing makes a work day drag like knowing that when I clock out there will be a hot new chapter waiting for me! I swear I should get paid double for how long the day felt! That being said, this chapter was fantastic and totally worth the wait! I can’t wait for the next one!

Late getting started on this, but loving every minute of it!

Hey @Bootmark!
On the contrary. You're actually quite early. Most of my regulars haven't even come across this piece yet and will probably be a little shocked to log on in a few days and see that we're already several chapters in. Speaking of which, the next one is coming out in just a couple hours.

Either way, glad to have you onboard with us!

I slept particularly well that night. Better than I had in a very long time. Though you may be right to anticipate that the ensuing week felt torturously long for me, the wait was actually made somewhat bearable due to my regular contact with Erick.

I'll admit, part of me initially feared that he may have been leading me on and simply saying nice things just for the sake of being polite. But then I received a text message from him on Saturday evening, asking me how I was and how my day had been. Suffice it to say, I was overjoyed. The message, though superficially benign and casual, betrayed a genuine interest in me.

I knew then and there that Erick's spoken compliments of the previous night had not been empty words. His professed interest was not a sham. At least that much was made obvious.


Though at night I longed for the addictive touch of BIKER_GOM_DOM’s hands and the unparalleled warmth and safety I had felt while resting in his strong arms, my four-day work week ended up going by more smoothly than expected. The brief yet daily text message exchanges I had with Erick kept me motivated and put a real spring in my step. I was more productive at work and the occasionally laborious nature of my customer service calls didn’t feel nearly as torturous.

All in all, I had an excellent week - one that was made even better due to the public holiday and the three-day weekend that marked the end of it.

Funny side note, but I actually spent most of Thursday night rummaging through my closet; frantically trying to figure out what to wear for my upcoming meetup with Erick. I again wanted to look my best, and so I spent a rather significant amount of time both in the shower and in front of the bathroom mirror; grooming myself, trimming my light stubble, carefully shaving my nether region and removing what little hair I had on my chest and lower stomach. I’m not sure why I did so, especially seeing as how I had no idea what our second meetup would entail, but instinctively, it just felt right.

The uncertainty surrounding my second meetup with Erick left me increasingly antsy. So, as I’m sure you can probably imagine, I was somewhat relieved when he proposed nothing more than another quiet afternoon and evening together. I told him that I would like that. Although I very much looked forward to hopefully being dominated and possibly even being kidnapped by him at some point, the slow pace he was setting was exactly what I needed.



Friday morning finally came, and much like the weather forecast had predicted, it turned out to be a bright and sunny day. Exactly like my mood!

Erick anticipated a slightly longer drive than last time due to the usual countryside-bound long weekend traffic. He left his place at a bit past one in the afternoon and told me he’d be there to pick me up by two.

I can’t accurately describe how antsy and nervous I was during the brief three-minute walk to my designated pickup spot. I had seen Erick only a week ago and yet it felt as though I hadn’t seen him in ages! The tightening of my chest felt strangely reminiscent of the one I’d experienced prior to getting off of that suburb bus last Friday evening. I was both happy and excited, but oh so very nervous.


I recognised Erick’s jet-black SUV and quickly made haste towards it. The fact that it was already parked and waiting for me hinted at a slightly faster drive than expected.

A familiar feeling of lightheadedness and warmth immediately overcame me when my jaw-droppingly handsome date unexpectedly stepped out of his Jeep and flashed me a wink. I watched as he circled over to the passenger side of the vehicle and watched as he courteously opened the door for me just as I was making my final approach. I was most definitely not accustomed to being treated in this fashion.

“Hey, sunshine.” the cap-wearing stud teased, flashing me an unmistakably cheeky smirk before telling me "Ladies first." and then motioning for me to hop in.

I greeted him and chuckled bashfully at his gesture; my face no doubt blushing as vividly as it had last Friday evening when he’d treated me to this same level of, dare I say, antiquated chivalry.

Erick briefly placed a hand on my lower back as I stepped up into his high vehicle, and then he once again waited for me to buckle up before flashing me an approving wink and closing the passenger side door. I can't accurately describe the exact way he made me feel, but if I were to try and do so, I would have to say; special, cherished, protected and safe.



Much to my own slight dismay and initial surprise, the intoxicatingly strong smell that permeated the inside of his Jeep hadn't gone away. It was still as poignant and as borderline offensive as ever. But even though the decidedly musky aroma didn’t sit too well with my nostrils, I found solace – and perhaps even a fair bit of satisfaction – in the knowledge that the potent smell seemed to be coming from the sports gear no doubt festering inside his oversized duffle bag.

I can’t put my finger on why, but the fact that Erick was so hot made the poignant smell that filled his Jeep somehow strangely enticing. Maybe I’m just weird? I guess I’ll let you be the judge of that.

Anyways, Erick and I spent the first few minutes of the drive back chatting about our respective weeks and casually discussing the renovation work he was doing on his fixer-upper cottage up in the northern countryside. The weather was unusually warm for this time of the year and the unimpeded sun beating down on us through the tinted sunroof soon had my cap-wearing driver raise our windows up and turn the air conditioning on.

I must admit, I spent a fair amount of time discreetly admiring his very sizeable arms; secretly relishing their tantalising girth and silently wondering what it would feel like to have him forcibly scoop me up and kidnap me for real. I once again found myself blushing and probably going a bit rosy-cheeked when my buff-bodied date unannouncedly moved his free hand towards me and rested it atop my thigh. God, how I had missed the protective nature of his touch!


“Hey, you got some nice little arms on you, Jake-o.” Erick at one point teased, turning his sunglass-wearing face towards me while we were waiting at a red light, and then squeezing my twig-like upper arm as though wanting to see if I had any muscle there. There was none. At least, nothing even remotely comparable to the ones animating his arms.

I bashfully chuckled at his overt silliness; brushed his compliment aside by telling him I had no arms to speak of, and then informed him of the fact that he was the one with the nice muscles. In usual bodybuilder fashion, Erick immediately beamed at the sound of my compliment.

“Yeah? You think so?” he asked, looking down at his own monstrously overdeveloped bicep and flexing his arm for me, presumably so that I could see it in all its glory. “I’ve been working on these bad boys for nearly twenty years now. Go ahead, kiddo. Feel 'em.” he so very happily prodded.



A hot flash washed over me as I tentatively did so. I touched his upper arm a bit. Lightly. Shyly. Erick wasn’t satisfied.

“Come on, Jake-o. Try to wrap your little hands around it.” he teased, his lips curling up into a toothy grin even as he maintained his eyes on the road and set his vehicle into motion.

I bashfully acquiesced, as much for his satisfaction as that of my own. Erick subsequently beamed and very audibly rejoiced when I tried - and failed - to encompass his arm with both of my hands. I couldn’t get my fingers to touch. Not by a long shot. His arms were much too big for me to fully wrap my fingers around. The hunky stud grinned, the smelly cabin immediately booming with the sound of his immensely deep laughter.

Another hot flash immediately washed over me. I was so very turned on, not only by his stunningly muscular arms but also by his unmistakable pride and willingness to show off in front of me.


Let’s just say, that little episode did rather little to quell the many very graphic thoughts floating around inside my head. Graphic thoughts that may have included being forcibly taken away by him and turned into his personal stay-at-home sex slave. In fact, it didn’t just do little to quell my imagination. It actually amplified those secret fantasies of mine. Fuck!

Wow wow WOW! I always find it entrancing how you write such enticing characters. Made in a fantasy, you make them feel so real; I really admire that. This is quickly building to be one of my favourite stories of yours, one I very much look forward to each chapter! The constant hinting at that gym bag has me wondering if perhaps Erick has it in there on purpose...

I have a feeling there may be a wild bear loose in the cottage in the north country, a big ole grizzle bear.

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Awwww, Erick's a cutie! Even the Doms amongst us need some praise too!

He's heartfelt, protective, and again taking his cues from Jake on how to set the pace. Dare I say that he's... respectful??? I gotta love a masculine guy that shows some positive traits and isn't yet another domineering douche. Erick so far seems like the kind of guy who only plays that way, and that's hot as hell.

Absolutely looking forward to Jake getting taken care of - in every way.

Continue soon please! Love romance with BDSM. Hope story gains a lot of TPE as well!

Erick is just as cuddly as his little dog. Don't you just wanna cuddle those muscles?

Erick is saying and doing all the right things. There is this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that keeps feeling like it’s to good to be true. That there needs to be something wrong with him. I hope I’m completely wrong and he’s not luring our young charge into something sinister, as I’m really enjoying the romance and hoping it intertwines with the bdsm in the future

I wonder what Jakey will do the first time Erick wrestles him down ? Will he feel the same as he is feeling during the drive right now?

Eager to find out what Erick has in mind or if he is going to take it nice and slow....a la 'Bondagefreak' you know?

Erick is a gentleman with a naughty side. I can’t wait to see what happens next. I am a little surprised that he is not wearing gloves to drive his car this time round.

I really can't get hooked, sorry man.

but otherwise it seems like a great story, it's cool that some people like it

sock slave boy wrote: 2 months ago I really can't get hooked, sorry man.
but otherwise it seems like a great story, it's cool that some people like it

No problem, buddy-boi. This tale is definitely not for everyone.
I'll remove you from the tag list so that you aren't notified of each update.
Should you ever want to have it reinstated, just send me a PM.

bondagefreak wrote: 2 months ago

sock slave boy wrote: 2 months ago I really can't get hooked, sorry man.
but otherwise it seems like a great story, it's cool that some people like it

No problem, buddy-boi. This tale is definitely not for everyone.
I'll remove you from the tag list so that you aren't notified of each update.
Should you ever want to have in reinstated, just send me a PM.

Thank you, and good luck with this story (without forgetting the others in progress) .

bondagefreak wrote: 2 months ago Though at night I longed for the addictive touch of BIKER_GOM_DOM’s hands and the unparalleled warmth and safety I had felt while resting in his strong arms, my four-day work week ended up going by more smoothly than expected. The brief yet daily text message exchanges I had with Erick kept me motivated and put a real spring in my step. I was more productive at work and the occasionally laborious nature of my customer service calls didn’t feel nearly as torturous.

I am glad that Jake was productive and motivated at his work, I sure as hell wasn’t! Seeing a second chapter drop at work makes me dread being there! I wanted nothing more than to go home and read this amazing chapter

It brings me so much joy that during that week apart they kept in contact and that one day really brightened Jake up. Those daily checkup texts are so sweet. And him rushing out of the car to open the door and waiting to make sure he is buckled, Erick is just the sweetest!

That image of Erick with his arms was so fucking hot. He is such a beefcake! I can only imagine how sweaty those armpits get after a work, I hope Jake gets to find that out for himself

Overall I am still in love with this series. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but this has been my favorite series of yours since HOW I BECAME THE COLLEGE DORM SLAVE which is saying something. I am so invested in both of these characters, I can not wait for you to continue this series!

Yup! Erick is quickly climbing the ranks! I think Jake is definitely in good hands... er.. arms!

Oh boy oh boy, the smell teasing in the jeep... I can't just even begin to imagine how his feet would smell. Thooough yeahhhh Erick seems to good to be true, it is as if he is luring Jake-o. Nonetheless, excited to how Erick's possessiveness would be once he have set on his prey althooough still looking for possibility of a romance.