Stories of Tie Up Games

Calebtras' stories
03 - Ragtie with Gerald and Kathleen
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By Calebtras

Sat Jan 26, 2008 6:55 pm

Ragtie with Gerald and Kathleen

I was sleeping over at my friend Gerald’s place and he was arguing with his older sister, Kathleen.

“We want to watch wrestling. Even if Dad were here he’d let us watch tv.”

“I don’t care. He isn’t here, and he left me in charge. Now go to your room.” We were eleven and Kathleen was about seventeen.

Gerald stomped toward his room. “This sucks.”

“Let’s wrestle in here,” I said.

“Yeah, good idea.” Gerald’s older brother had joined the Army, and I was sleeping in his bed. We pushed the beds together and wrestled around.

“Shh!” Gerald said.

I stopped and listened. I heard a low conversation and the squeaking of springs down the hall.

“I knew it!” Gerald said excitedly. “I got something on her now. Come on.”

We tiptoed down the hall to the living room door and peeked in. A boy was lying half on top of Kathleen and they were kissing. He was moving his hands all over her trying to reach her breasts and she was partially blocking his hands with her arms while continuing to kiss him.
It was like watching wrestling but better.

“Watch this,” Gerald whispered to me. Gerald cupped his hands over his mouth and said, in a tv announcer voice, “Tony is moving for the pin. He’s got Kath in a full body press. Ding! It’s a pin!”

“You little fuck,” Tony jumped up.

We ran back to Gerald’s room laughing, slammed the door shut and both of us put our shoulders against it.

We felt Tony slam into the door, inching us back. The third slam knocked us back. Tony charged in, grabbed Gerald by his pajama tops, and raised his hand.

“No!” Kathleen grabbed his hand. “Don’t hit him.”

“What the fuck!” Tony yelled.

“He’ll stay in his room, now. Right, Gerald?”

“It’s not fair,” Gerald said. “Dad said Terry could spend the night. He’s the one who’s not supposed to be here,” pointing at Tony. “I’m telling Dad.” Their Dad was a real hardass.

Kathleen opened her eyes wide. “And what about the ten bucks you stole from Mommy’s purse to go with Terry to the movies last weekend, huh? You tell, I tell.”

Gerald lucked glum. Mutual blackmail.

“Dad will knock you into the wall,” Gerald said.

“And you, too,” she answered. “Want to go for it?”

Gerald was thinking about how much he was willing to pay to get revenge on Kathleen.

“Let’s go in your room, and lock the door,” Tony said to Kathleen.

“I told you,” Kathleen answered. "I have to stay in the living room with the window open so I can hear Dad’s car pull up.”

Tony stewed, thinking. “Let’s tie them up,” he said.

“Shut up!” Gerald said. “This isn’t about you.”

“It sure as hell is about me.” And then to Kathleen, “Look, you won’t let me hit him, he isn’t afraid of your father. I took a night off from work to come here because you said we would be alone. We tie them up, then later we let them go. Everyone is happy.”

You could tell Kathleen wasn’t crazy about the idea, but she was going to go along with it.

“Okay, Gerald,” she said. “You brought this on yourself. We’re going to tie you up just for an hour.”

“Two hours,” Tony cut in.

“This isn’t fair,” Gerald protested, but I could tell he wasn’t going to risk telling his father and getting a beating.

“You got any rope?” Tony asked Kathleen.

“I don’t think so. How about a rag?”

“Yeah, get it.”

Kathleen went to the hall closet and came back with a faded pillowcase.

Tony reached into his back pocket and took out a steel handle. He pressed a button and a long blade snapped up. He looked from one to the other of us and grinned. He was trying to scare us. It worked.

He made some slits in the pillowcase then tore it into strips, handing half to Kathleen. He shoved Gerald onto the bed, pulled his hands behind him and began tying them tightly.

Kathleen looked at me. I held my hands out to her. Kathleen was really pretty, an older female version of Gerald, with blond hair and blue eyes.

She looked a little guilty. “I’m sorry, Terry,” she said as she wrapped the rag around my wrists. “Why don’t you take a nap, and before you know it I’ll come back and let you go.”

“No, behind his back,” Tony snapped.

Kathleen unwound the rag and I turned around and held my hands out behind me. She was tying my hands when Tony barked, “Tighter.”

I felt the bonds suddenly tighten as Tony jerked on them.

I sat on the bed and Kathleen wrapped a rag strip around my ankles and tied them. Tony had hogtied Gerald, real tight I could tell, as his hands were already reddish. I both feared and hated Tony.

At the door Tony said to Kathleen, “Bring the rest of the rags, baby.”

“What for?”

“I got a use for them,” he grinned. “Sleep tight, punks,” he said to us. He winked and turned off the light and closed the door.”

“This sucks,” Gerald said again.

“Hey, let’s pretend that we’ve been kidnapped by the Evil Genius,” I said.

“We don’t have to pretend about the Evil part,” Gerald answered. “But it’s the Evil Moron.”

“Okay, now we have to escape and rescue the Beautiful Princess from the clutches of the Evil Moron,” I told him.

“Kathleen, a Beautiful Princess?” he snorted. But he rolled over so his back was to me and I squirmed over to try and untie his hands.

At this age I found any kind of tie up game exciting. I had no idea why. When I was older I became more focused on being the ti-er and a girl being the ti-ee, but as a kid I liked watching both cowboys and Lois Lane being tied up on tv, and I thought it was fun and exciting to be tied up with Gerald.

Neither of us were able to make any headway with each other’s knots. The thing about rags is that while they don’t cut into you as much as ropes do, they make very tight knots.

“I think I can get my feet loose,” I said. “Kathleen didn’t tie them very tightly.” I worked my feet back and forth and finally kicked free. “There.”

“Good, now sneak over to the kitchen and get a knife and bring it back.”

“Then I have to go past Tony,” I said. “Let me turn the light on and work on your knots,” I said. I stood up and shuffled in little baby steps to the light, turning it on with my cheek. I almost fell over on my face, so I sat down and scooted along on my butt to come back. With the light on I could get Gerald’s feet free, but still could not undo the knot on his hands.

“We can both go get the knife,” I said.

Gerald lifted his hands up behind him and turned the doorknob. We walked quietly down the hall, our hands still tied tightly behind us, and peeked in the living room door.

They were on the couch again, but now Kathleen’s hands were crossed behind her back and tied with a rag. Her ankles were crossed and tied, too. Now Tony’s hands were all over Kathleen. I watched, fascinated. No scene in any movie I had seen was anything like this.

This was the first time I had associated a tie up game with sexuality. I was drawn to watch, but it also upset me because I had a crush on Kathleen, my Beautiful Princess, and I couldn’t stand to watch Tony moving all over her.

Thinking back on this, Tony was either smarter than he seemed or very lucky. Kathleen seemed to be the kind of girl who wants to give up control, who is willing to be helpless. It took the decisions out of her hands. Her mistake was to give up control to a guy like Tony.

Tony was breathing heavily. “Hey, baby, I’m gonna untie your feet but leave your hands tied.”

“No, Tony, don’t.”

But he was already untying her feet.

“No, Tony, I can’t.”

Gerald whispered in my ear, “Get ready to run. I’m going to yell out.”

I shook my head, no. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but Tony scared the shit out of me.

Gerald whispered, “This time Kathleen won’t be mad.”

Kathleen was still protesting but Tony wasn’t saying anything, just tugging at his belt.

Having an older brother and sister made Gerald a little more worldly than I was. I didn’t know exactly what Tony was up to but I knew that now was the time to save the Beautiful Princess from the Evil Moron.

We both jumped in front of the doorway.

“Hey, turd Tony. Hey, butt-brain Tony,” Gerald shouted.

“Tony baloney,” I yelled. “Tony the phony.”

Tony jumped up. “Fuckin’ punks!” He stumbled over his pants that were down around his knees. We took off down the hall into Gerald’s room and squirmed under the beds.

We heard Tony running after us.

He reached under the bed for my leg and I kicked out. I must have bent his fingers because he cursed. He pushed the beds apart but Gerald and I squirmed back under. Kathleen was yelling at him and trying to get in his way, but her hands were still tied behind her and he pushed around her.

Suddenly Kathleen shouted, “Shut up!” We all paused a moment. “Is that Dad’s Grand Prix? It is! Tony, my father will kill you if he finds you here.”

“Shit!” Tony screamed. He whipped out his switchblade and for a second I was terrified that he was going to hurt Kathleen. But he spun her around and with one motion sliced through the rag tying her wrists.

The fire escape was outside Gerald’s window. As Kathleen unlocked the window and opened it, Tony bent down and threw a blind punch under the bed. It just clipped my thigh.

I saw Tony climb onto the window ledge. He grabbed Kathleen roughly by the hair on the back of her head and kissed her hard. “See you next Saturday, hey, baby?”

Kathleen mumbled something neutral and shut and locked the window.

She bent down and said to us. “You boys get under the covers. I’ll come back for you after Mommy and Dad have gone to bed.” She turned out the light and shut the door.

We squirmed out from under the beds and climbed on top. I had to pull the covers over me with my teeth. My hands were almost numb and tingling from the tight bonds, my thigh was bruised, but I was too excited to pay it any attention.

For a while we heard low talking and movement in the hall. Gerald’s father poked his head in the door. I kept my eyes closed.

“Room’s a fuggin’ mess. Can’t you control him, Kathleen?” He closed the door.

Then silence.

Kathleen slipped back into the room. She pulled the covers off Gerald and untied his hands.

“Kathy, are you going to see him again?” Gerald asked.

“No. Absolutely not.”

Kathleen sat beside me on the bed. It took awhile for her to untie my hands but I didn’t mind at all. I was envious that Gerald could see her every day.

When my hands were free I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see her better.

She tweaked Gerald’s cheek. “Thanks, Jerr,” she said.

Gerald mumbled, “Yeah, okay.”

“And you, Terry,” she said, tossling my hair. She bent down and kissed me on the forehead.

She closed the door. I had forgotten all about my fears and aches. I spent a long time before I went to sleep just reliving that kiss.


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Calebtras' stories

• 01 - Cops & Robbers (m/f)
• 02 - Double Dutch jump rope (m/f)
• 03 - Ragtie with Gerald and Kathleen (mf/mm, m/f)
• 04 - String tied at the zoo (mf/f)

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