Stories of Tie Up Games

Hey bondagefreak! Just wanted to comment and say I really appreciate all the work that’s gone into your entire page. I discovered this account a while ago and binge-read most of your stories. Nice work man! This and trapped in a sleeping back are my faves.

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Hey @Bondagefreak love ur stories this is one of my favorites so far I can’t wait to see where it goes

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I’d give him somthing from hunters stash. Idk hunter seems like a sweet guy and I imagin the sexy cheesy scent to his stuff. Personally I’d love to share a bed with Andrew and hunter. I feel like they would be the most loving but also tease me.

Finally sat down and caught up on this tail. I enjoyed the detailed scene with Sammy being strapped down to the padded medical gurney and Andrew's concerns about gaging him with a sock, only to source out a plug gag. I can only guess who's room that came out of (I'm actually pretty sure I know exactly who's it is ). The only thing that I personally disapprove of, was the spitting. I find it kind of gross but I also respect some are into it, so I'm not knocking the story for it.

All and all, several good chapters I've caught up on. I seriously need to get my hands on such a padded gurney for when I have guest

Everyone laughed when beefy Brody disdainfully drew an ill-advised whiff from out of Andrew’s gargantuan trainer. But our cheers grew even louder when he coughed, grimaced and then hovered the putrid thing directly atop the gurneyed prisoner’s understandably panicked face. Everyone laughed. Everyone save for Sammy and our handsome, stoic-featured host, that is.

Poor Sammy’s wide-eyed expression betrayed unspoken terror, but strapped down as tightly and excessively as he was, he could mount no semblance of escape even as the eye-wateringly poignant shoe drew closer.

Sniffs were repeatedly and very noisily drawn, not by choice but out of sheer necessity.

*sniff* *sniff*
*cough*
*sniff* *sniff* *sniff*
*cough* *cough*

The enormous stuffer gag Andrew had so commandingly imposed into our prisoner’s mouth prevented any and all attempts to articulate; rendering all protests mute and leaving my stepbrother’s nasal passageways particularly vulnerable to attack.


Even though the jumbo-footed gamer seemed wholly unimpressed by our antics and none too pleased about having his own admittedly torturous trainers weaponised in this fashion, Chad and Brody nevertheless took great pleasure in planting them atop Sam’s face; the two burly brutes drawing further encouragement from each other, not to mention the sound of my – and everyone else’s – near incessant laughter.

“Dude! He can’t even move his fuckin’ head at all!” Captain Chad excitedly beamed, flashing us an open-mouthed grin even as he hovered the hellishly reeking maw of our visibly unmoved host's ginormous, puke-inducing shoe in place.




Andrew objected somewhat more adamantly when a curious hand reached out to grab the giant pair of discarded boxers that lay on the floor near the foot of his bed. Still, that didn’t stop Matt from crumpling the big ball of fabric up and eagerly entering the fray. As you may have guessed, the cocky blond stud had virtually no qualms about pressing the giant cloth down atop Sammy’s disgruntled face.

“Haha! Yeaaah, that’s right, boy. There we go. Sniff them dirty butt n' balls.” tattooed superhunk Chad sadistically purred, even as Matt smothered the poor lad and Brody reached down to give his throbbing woody a few tugs.


Though the harrowing exchange lasted only the better part of a minute, I too briefly managed to get in on the action. Poor Sammy never saw it coming. One minute he was lying there, strapped down from head to toe, his hopelessly stuff-gagged face smothered and buried beneath Andrew’s big boxers. And the next he was sampling toes; vacuum-sniffing one of my raunchy black stinkbombs and flaring his nostrils beneath my sweaty socked digits. Suffice it to say, he was not a happy camper.

A cacophonic orchestra of cheers predictably filled the stuffy bedroom as my socked foot and discarded sneaker unexpectedly joined the melee. Sammy screamed or rather tried to, but nary a finger was lifted in his defence as he lay there, quite literally going stark crazy from the combined stench of my own and Andrew’s footwear.


Chad and Brody spent the next minute or so playing with Sam's nostrils and threatening to stinkface the little guy, even going so far as to squat down over his understandably terrified face. Things eventually came to a head when Matt – no doubt wanting to make himself pertinent - actually did the unthinkable by unnanouncedly lowering his shorts, squatting his giant bubble butt down directly on top of Sam's face and letting one of his dreadfully infamous nukes rip. *PRRRRRRRRRT*





Matt’s Tsar Bomba – as we liked to call it – caused a veritable uproar of laughter as we rushed to vacate the blast zone and scrambled towards the nearest exit. Poor Sammy, by contrast, was awarded no such freedom. He was left there, strapped down from head to toe; quite literally choking on the statuesque blond jock’s nuclear fart-bomb.

Andrew was understandably less than thrilled at being driven out of his own bedroom, but even without his statement to that effect, Chad and I were perceptive enough to know that the goliath-gamer wanted us – all of us – out of his hair.


A brief argument rapidly ensued, during which my teammates and I argued the merits – or lack thereof – of simply transporting our gurney-bound victim over to the other apartment as is. Our captain didn’t seem to care about the fact that there was still some residual late-night activity out in the building's main hallway. Failure to properly conceal our unwilling captive could in fact get us all into a fair bit of trouble, but being true to his usual brash self, Chad didn't give such concerns even the faintest of afterthoughts.

Andrew visibly didn’t care either way and Matt didn’t deem fit to voice his own opinion on the matter even while Brody, Hunter and I sequentially took turns urging our cocksure football captain to err on the side of caution.

Seeing as how Sammy was technically my responsibility and seeing as how I could potentially face worse legal action than my colleagues should his kidnapping ever come to light, I guess you could say my bellicosity was especially warranted.

“Man, you guys are such pussies. Fine, have it your way. But hurry up. I want him out of here in two minutes.” Chad half-heartedly grumbled, finally giving us his blessing to enact whatever precautions my buddies and I deemed necessary.

As soon as the words left his mouth, I made haste towards the main doorway and set a course back towards the neighbouring apartment. The coast was clear, but even so, the echoes of distant cackling, the squeaking of sneakered soles and the sound of opening doors only added to the legitimacy of our concerns. Some of the residents and their guests were still up and about. Not exactly an unusual thing for a Saturday night.

The plan was simple enough; find something to conceal our prisoner during the short trip back to the nearby apartment. The gurney was unwieldy, even more so with my stepbrother lying supine on top of it, but between the five of us, transporting him back to captain Chad's apartment would be a breeze. It was only a matter of doing so quickly enough not to get caught, and perhaps even more importantly, prevent anyone from realising what it was we were transporting should they come across us in the amply-lit hallway.



I searched quite frantically at first. I scanned the living room, rummaged through the communal storage closet and even looked under the kitchen sink, hoping to find something - anything really - that would help lessen the risk of someone laying eyes on our prisoner during the upcoming apartment swap.

I was about to start searching the bathroom towel cabinets when it suddenly hit me. A bedsheet wouldn't do, as it was too thin to properly conceal our victim, but a thick blanket or a duvet of some sort would surely do the trick.

"Yes! Got it." I triumphantly muttered, marching myself over to Chad & Hunter’s bedroom and laying eyes on the astoundingly fat sleeping bags that served as permanent comforters atop their modest-sized beds.

I instinctively made for the closest of the two beds and quickly moved to grab captain Chad’s immensely lofty dark blue sleeping bag before suddenly stopping dead in my tracks and turning around to face the other bed. The olive green bag draped across the star quarterback’s mattress was every bit as thick and as heavy-looking as my captain’s blue bag, but more importantly, it would smell of Sammy’s crush, or at the very least so I thought.

I wasn't wrong. Gathering Hunter’s annoyingly hefty bag up and lifting it off his bed allowed me to confirm not only the absurdity of its loft but also the remarkable poignancy of its scent. Fuckin’ hell. It didn’t just smell of Hunter, it practically stank of him! Good god. Sammy was sure as hell gonna love this, I silently thought to myself, as I carried the cumbersome green bag out of the cluttered bedroom and rapidly set a course back to Andrew’s apartment.

Poor Sammy.... so many smells to endure, so little he can do about it...

I can't wait to see how they will force the gurneyed prisoner into the sleeping bag... will it even fit??

You know me, I'm always a fan of forced sniffing

Wow, the fact that Matt's eruptions have their own nicknames means that they must be BAD. Poor Sam. It seems that his torment just never ends. How many times in this one day+night has he had separate sessions of being restrained, of being forced to sniff shoes and socks

So happy you are back!

OrdinaryWorld wrote: 4 months ago How many times in this one day+night has he had separate sessions of being restrained, of being forced to sniff shoes and socks

To date, I think three times. Once during the initial kidnapping. A second time for his afternoon/evening-long stashing inside Brody's infernal gear bag. And lastly now, for his overnight stay in Andrew's padded gurney.

It's easy to lose track due to the number of chapters and the lengthy production time, but not that much has happened. A more skilled and less verbose author could easily sum Sammy's harrowing plight in less than half the chapters it's taken me to do so. I just enjoy the slow burn. With that being said, Sammy's tale is very rapidly drawing to its natural conclusion. It would already be over were it not for the extended downtime we experienced during the holidays.

Either way, glad you're enjoying it.

Poor Sammy enduring all those smells, all the jocks jostling to have a go at Sammy is quite amusing

Let’s see what happens when they get him back to the apartment and away from Andrew who is clearly ready for some peace and quiet

@bondagefreak Fuc@ such a hot chapter . So jealous of Sammy . Wishing I got to smell sneakers and underwear . That would be a fantasy to be smothered with underwear that smell like Butts and Balls . Also the two pictures are hot also . I would volunteer to be the underwear cleaner the stinky the better especially ballsack smell .

Another fantastic chapter. You just kept outdoing yourself with the forced sniffing. Starting with the sneakers, then Andrew’s underwear and finishing with Matt’s butt bomb. What I wouldn’t give to take Sammy place!

I am excited for the next chapter where Hunter’s bag is put into place. I love that his brother decided to take Hunter’s bag. But now where will Hunter spend the night? Can’t wait for the next chapter! Great work @bondagefreak

A very sweet and caring older brother to want Sammy to enjoy that close bond with his crush! I'm sure Sammy would be thanking him profusely if he could! He's going to love Hunter's scent-filled sleeping bag!

Andrew - I've let you borrow my gurney, I've bound and gagged him for you, you've had your fun with my shoes and socks now get the hell out of my apartment and leave me in peace!

I imagine Hunter's bag will be a bit of a relief after everything Sammy has been subjected to recently.

So hot!!! Loved to see how Mark took part in torturing Sammy this time. Good job bro, so glad to read again your stories

I too loved this chapter and how Mark injected himself and to take advantage and apply his own form of torture to his stepbro.....Weakness for me, is Brody using Andrew's gear on Sammy....HOT.....

Now I wonder which part of the bag(i.e. part of Hunter) will be on Sammy's face?

So happy to finally see this continued and with another gem of a chapter! Matt is welcome to stinkface me any time

And I would happily engulf myself in Hunter's bag too

amazing chapter Sir!!
loved it and really love the story,
i find myself going back at it quite often
(also love Matt and the "stink bombers" )
regards

Really good chapter! Sleeping bags are put to good use again.

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