Stories of Tie Up Games

BENEFITS (M/M)

Sometimes I felt like God hated me.

Manga - yes, that was his name and no, he better not catch you laughing at it - had been born in Cameroon, moved to France, and finally here. He spoke English with the sexiest French accent tinging his deep voice. He was tall with warm dark brown skin, baby-faced with a head of dreadlocks, an athlete but not a jock, a top student, beloved by all... and my roommate.

I was living with an incredibly hot dude, and he was completely off-limits to me.

We got along well. He knew I was gay and didn't care; he very much was not interested in men. Or women. I kept my crush on him to myself. Sometimes I'd watch him sleep and quietly pleasure myself, but that was as far as it went. And since I couldn't have who I wanted, I too wasn't interested in (other) men or women. We made a powerful study team.

Lately, however, he'd been somewhat distracted, even harried, and manifested nervous tics. He'd just stopped himself tapping the table over and over after I nudged him and was now playing with a stress ball instead of paying attention.

"Ah, putain," he growled and fired the ball at the wall. "I can't concentrate. Sorry, man."

"What's up?"

"My therapist's not been available for the past few weeks and it's driving me nuts!"

I'd had no idea he went to therapy, and said as much.

"Oh, it's not, like, therapy therapy. I... you'll just think I'm weird."

"Manga, we've been roommates for how long? You can tell me, if you want to."

I saw him come to a decision.

- * -

"It's called Deprivation Therapy," he said. He hesitated, then it all came out in a rush. "First, she puts my hands into these leather bags, then I get immobilized, silenced, blinded and deafened."

My brain took a few moments to catch up with what had arrived at my ears. It felt like the heavens had split and God, far from hating me, had reached out and dropped a gift in my lap.

"And that works?" I managed to get out without squeaking.

"The way she explains it is that I'm not in control, I don't have to decide anything, I don't have to lead anyone. I can't hear, see, speak, move, so it's just me. I struggle, that's part of it, but I can't get out, and then I relax and think of nothing. Hell, I usually fall asleep at some point."

"Huh," was all I trusted myself to say right now.

"Anyway, she's not here right now and I'm more stressed out than ever and I need this." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm telling you this, you must think this is some weird sex shit."

"Hey, no, I get it."

And then I decided to go all in.

"Uh, maybe I could help you? I don't have any of that stuff you mentioned except earplugs, but maybe we can improvise?"

"A white man tryna tie up a black man, huh," he drawled, slowly. I must've looked mortified because he immediately started cracking up. "No, I'm just messing with you, frerot. I appreciate the offer, but how we gonna do this?"

I thought for a moment, then snapped my fingers. "Socks."

"Huh?"

"Your athletic socks. They're long enough to tie you up and gag and blindfold you, and we can pull them over your hands."

"Hmm," he said. "I need to be able to struggle though, and the gag is like this rubber ball so I can bite into it."

I walked over to my wardrobe and browsed through, pulling the long belt from the bathrobe. I had another pants belt in there, as well as wearing one, so I removed that and held the three items up.

"Not bad," he said, then retrieved another long belt from his own bathrobe. "So what she does is I lie down on my stomach, she ties my wrists and ankles, then she connects them together with some more rope, then ties my elbows."

Again I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Ok, uh, I think I can do that. Ok, so one more thing."

I walked over to where the stress ball had landed and picked it up.

He was unrolling two pairs of socks. I snatched one of them and put the stress ball inside, pushed it to the center, held the contraption up. "Would this work?"

"That's pretty clever!"

I watched as he tried the makeshift gag on himself. He left it in as he tied another sock around his eyes. A few seconds later, he removed both items.

"Yeah, I think that'll work. Usually I put that stuff on myself but I'ma have to direct you so you tie me up correctly so you'll have to add them at the end." He paused. "Uh, if you're still up for it."

I pretended to be hesitant. "I can try..."

He pulled the other pair of socks over his hands. "Ok, let's go."

"What, right now?"

"No time like the present!"

My heart was beating in my chest as I picked up the various items. He laid on his bed and put his hands behind his back.

I was nearly shaking as I started to bind them with the cloth belt. He gave me directions on how his therapist did it and it took two or three tries before he was satisfied. He struggled briefly but unsuccessfully.

I used one leather belt to wrap around his ankles and the other to complete the hogtie, leaving me with the second cloth belt.

Following his directions again, I wrapped it around his elbows and pulled them towards each other until he bade me stop, then tied it off.

He bucked against the bonds for a minute and seemed satisfied.

"Forgot to tie my hair out the way, can you grab a hairband and just pull it up for me?"

I approached from the side to gather his dreadlocks up into a bundle, tying them into a "palm tree" so they wouldn't be in the way of the gag and blindfold. As an added bonus, he couldn't see my physical reaction to what I was doing to him.

"Ready?" I asked.

He opened wide as I inserted the sock with the stress ball into his mouth, knotting it behind his neck. The blindfold went on next, and then I picked a pair of unused earplugs and pushed them into place.

I sat there and watched him struggle, listened to him grunt, too afraid to do anything in case the blindfold slipped. Eventually, he relaxed into the ropes. His breathing became more regular, and soon after, he was snoring softly, his lips glistening with a bit of drool.

I waved my hand in front of his face, snapped my fingers next to his ears, did some fake jabs at his face to see if there was any reaction.

There was none, so I did what any horny gay guy in my stead would've done, managing not to make a sound as I came over and over - just in case he'd dislodged those earplugs.

Eventually he awoke and asked to be untied; obviously I did so immediately. He thanked me profusely, and everything was fine for a few days.

Well told, as usual.
Now, what about after those few days?

Loving this! I’d really enjoy this kind of therapy, not on the giving and receiving end. Well done!

Why the hell couldn't I have had such a roommate that needed this sensory therapy

Now I'm curious what happened since "everything was fine for a few days". Need to know where this is going

Love the story! Bondage really is so relaxing/theraputic

Awesome start @blackbound!
Well written and flowing just as we've come to expect of you.
What an awesome roommate to have! Imagine how fun that would be.

very nice beginning, @blackbound!
I really wonder where I could sign up for such a therapy....
Manga is so lucky to have such an understangin and helpful roommate

@Xtc, @Red86 - working on it!

@CaptiveDan, @Canuck100 and @squirrel, this has actually been a thing for several years now - I renamed it but it can be found as "bondage meditation" or "BDSM therapy".

And @bondagefreak, thanks for the encouragement and shout-out.

Another fun tale with a slightly less worrying therapist! Very effective use of everyday objects just lying around the room. Everything is kinky if you have enough imagination!

Pup Wingletang wrote: 1 year ago Another fun tale with a slightly less worrying therapist! Very effective use of everyday objects just lying around the room. Everything is kinky if you have enough imagination!

I briefly toyed with making this the other Therapist's origin story but decided against it. No psychopaths this time.

About a week later, Manga stomped into the room wordlessly and fired his gear into the corner, startling me.

"Oh merde, sorry, I didn't know you were here," he apologized.

"What's up?"

"My therapist... she's not resuming her practice! Ugh, I need it so bad!"

"Ah, man, that sucks. Uh, if you need me to do it again..."

He brightened. "Would you? You don't think it's weird?"

"We all have our preferences. I'm not judging."

I got to watch him deafen, gag, and blindfold himself before presenting himself for bondage. I swiftly roped (well, belted) him up and enjoyed the spectacle. I may have snuck some video for later use as well.

- * -

When he was done and I had released him, he surprised me by giving me a friendly hug. "You're a lifesaver," he stated, and wouldn't hear otherwise. "But this isn't feasible."

My heart sank. Would this be the last time I got to live every kinky guy's fantasy?

I needn't have worried. Two days later, he was clearly dying to ask me something. I decided to pretend not to notice, and eventually he couldn't handle it any longer.

"Hey, uh."

"Mm?"

"So, uh. Since my therapist's not coming back and you've been so great about helping me out would you be willing to make it official I mean I'll obviously pay you since I paid the therapist and we'd have to go get some real supplies since these socks and belts kinda suck and..."

It all came out in one uninterrupted sentence. I held my hand up as he had to pause to inhale. "Hold up."

He looked at me, worry in his pretty eyes.

"So, first of all, if you want me to do this, I'm not going to take money from my roommate. And second of all, what do you mean, real supplies?"

I had a pretty good idea about what he meant, but I wanted him to say it.

"You know, actual stuff like my therapist used. She told me where I can get some, it's right here in the city."

The Rope & Bunny, presumably. That should be interesting. "Yeah?"

I enjoyed watching him squirm. "Yeah, it's, uh, like a leather store and stuff?"

"So you're going to go buy some ropes and a gag and stuff?"

"I..." and he suddenly grabbed my hand "...would you come with me?"

He realized what he'd done and let go, mortified.

I brushed it off as if nothing had happened. "You drive."

The relief was palpable in his expressive face. "Thanks, man. I owe you so much."

"Seriously, don't worry about it."

- * -

I fired off a surreptitious text message while he was driving, and, soon enough, we pulled into the parking lot of the Rope & Bunny.

He hesitated at the door, muttering "my mums would kill me if they knew." I filed that one away for later.

Putting my hand on his shoulder, I propelled him inside.

- * -

Being greeted by a tall dreadlocked man so black he almost shimmered blue relieved some tension from Manga almost immediately.

"Gentlemen," he said. "I am Kur, owner of this humble shop. And how can I help this gorgeous couple?"

"I... we're not..." Manga stammered.

"I'm his wingman," I said.

"I see," said Kur. "Well, how can I help the gorgeous gentleman?"

I had to keep myself from smiling at seeing Manga squirm like a schoolboy.

"I am ... was ... doing deprivation therapy and my therapist no longer does it, so I'm looking for some stuff to replicate it myself."

I gestured and mouthed that I'd be the one doing the tying up at Kur from behind Manga's back to make sure he wouldn't offer him self-bondage gear.

"I see. Well, for your circumstances, I'd recommend lined cuffs so there's no rope marks your teammates can see, and I'll show you some comfy gags and blindfolds."

Manga was full-on deer in the headlight.

Kur grinned. "Yeah, I know who you are." He mimicked Manga's on-field celebration. "Don't worry, your visit is confidential and safe with me."

I hid my laughter in a coughing fit.

- * -

A few minutes later - we'd been led into a separate room - Kur had strapped six padded leather cuffs onto his customer's wrists, ankles and arms above the elbows and skilfully trussed him up into a tight but comfortable hogtie.

He was still testing his bonds when Kur brought the gags.

"We have the classic ball gag or the real deal. This thing inflates to whatever size you can handle and is better for chewing on."

He dangled both in front of Manga's eyes, which darted between them.

"The ball kind of hurts my jaws after a while," he said finally, "let me try the other one?"

Obligingly, Kur strapped it into his mouth and pushed the pump a few times. He chewed on it experimentally, then tried to say something. Obviously that didn't work, which made him laugh.

"As for the blindfold," Kur continued, "nothing can beat this classic. Padded so there's no pressure on the eyelids, but completely opaque. May I?"

Manga made a noise, then nodded, and Kur slipped the item over his eyes.

"If you wish I'll also add some earplugs so you can test the whole thing and we'll leave you alone for a bit?"

A hesitation, then a nod. Moments later, Manga was deafened as well.

"So," said Kur. "I don't know you, huh?" He held up his phone with my text message.

"He doesn't even know I'm gay, much less kinky. I thought it'd be too much."

Kur eyed the bound hunk, who was obliviously writhing in his bonds. "It's really not a turn-on for him, is it?"

"If it is he's hiding it well," I said, and pointed. He was lying on one side and we could see his crotch; there were no discernible signs of excitement.

"Unlike you," he remarked. I grinned and shrugged.

- * -

We left the store with a discreet bag of Manga's purchases and returned home. Given his "free session" at the Rope & Bunny, it was a few days before he asked me for another.

And so, I got to restrain and enjoy the sight of my glorious roommate regularly, and as summer approached, he wore fewer and fewer clothes. The first time he wasn't wearing any socks was special for me, but he would never know.

Everything was wonderful - but something was looming on the horizon.

- * -

@Pup Wingletang @Xtc @Red86 @CaptiveDan @Canuck100 @squirrel @bondagefreak

Hahaha this was another fun chapter!

Poor Manga's therapist stopped practicing but seems as though our narrator has a kinky side. I was curious who he sent that text to but that was cleared up. And what a surprise we see Kur making an appearance. Loved Manga's shyness/uncertainty in the shop. Now if only he knew what he got himself into because many of us know about Kur and his friends! Manga could be in therapy heaven and then some if he's not to careful

Not sure if the story will head that direction since this is PG but none the less, sounds like Magna is in good hands! Now I'm equally curious what is loaming on the horizon . Seriously, where's a roommate like Manga when you need one

A fine, gentle little interlude. Fun to read.

fantastic chapter! Manga must be having a time of his life....

I'm really loving this story! The sensory deprivation bondage sounds so fun, and I really liked the secret stuff happening with Kur - excited to see what's coming next

It seems to me that Manga is slowly falling down the rabbit hole and his roommate is only to happy to help him along the way!

@Red86, you don't just go tying up your roommates without a kinky side, I think

@Xtc, @squirrel, @CaptiveDan, glad you're still enjoying it!

@Pup Wingletang, if anything it seems like he took a step back - no more mittens! Definitely not an oversight by the author, nope.

For the next few weeks, our arrangement continued as it always had; but Manga's birthday changed my understanding of him once again.

I'd increasingly found pulling socks over his hands silly, and so my present to him was a pair of leather mitts.

He tore into the package like a child, then protested that he couldn't accept them, surely they must've cost too much, and so on. I stood fast (little did he know that I'd gotten them practically for free from Kur), and he thanked me with a bear hug.

"Can we try them tonight?"

I managed not to smile at his excitement and agreed.

And so, that evening, he prepared - I noticed he was pumping the gag more and more - and presented himself as usual. I quickly restrained him; I too had slowly turned up the strictness of the bonds, and if he'd noticed he'd never complained.

He was struggling away when there was a knock at the door.

- * -

I froze. Who could it be? His birthday party was going to be on the weekend.

I decided to simply not open.

A few moments later there was another, more insistent, knock. "Campus police, open up!"

Panic set in. I'd have to open and they'd see a bound and gagged man in the room with me.

Like an idiot, I picked up my blanket. "Just a sec, getting dressed!" I shouted, and draped it over Manga. He started grunting and struggling more at the unexpected event, and I briefly put my hand over his mouth before covering his head and opening the door. Why I thought this would work is, in retrospect, beyond me.

I fumbled the door open and was confronted with two guys in uniform - a tall Native American and an equally tall Vietnamese guy. I recognized them as Michael and Other Michael, both part of Manga's team.

"Sorry for the ruse, man. We're here for Manga and he's coming with us whether he wants to or not." Michael looked around the darkened room. "Where is he?"

Other Michael had spotted the blanket. "Looks like he's trying to hide!"

With a flourish, he yanked the blanket off.

They both stared.

- * -

@Pup Wingletang @Xtc @Red86 @CaptiveDan @Canuck100 @squirrel @bondagefreak

Quite the event that was laying on the horizon! Definitely something I'm sure these two wanted to keep mostly to themselves. So the question is, what will his teammates think of this? Atleast he's basically prepared for them, even if he might need an adjustment to leave with them . Equally curious if his roommate will join him or just tag along to see what they do with Manga

I was always taught it is rude to stare. Nice to see things going on nicely.

Great chapter! I wonder that "the police" wants from the poor Manga

Definitely a fun and interesting twist. Are they going to work out what is going on or are they going to jump to conclusions?

What a cliffhanger! That’s torture for us readers!

@Red86, @Xtc, @squirrel, @Pup Wingletang and @Canuck100: it occurs to me that you all want to know what happens next (what an insight, I know).

Good news: the next part is just around the corner.

I decided the only way out was through.

"Well, you said he'd come with you whether he wanted to or not. I just made sure that would be possible."

I had their attention.

"A little bird told me about your surprise, I just didn't realize you'd fake being campus police."

"How did you..."

I interrupted. "I rented that stuff from the bondage store in town. Waited until he was asleep, slapped a pair of handcuffs on him. He tried to fight me but, well, I'm on the judo team."

I put on an anxious face. "I'm probably due a beating when this is all over, though."

"Oh," grinned Michael, "I wouldn't worry about that. We're in your debt for this."

Other Michael went outside and returned with a wheelbarrow. They dumped Manga into it and, after some high fives, left.

- * -

It was several hours later when there was what I can only describe as a whomping at the door. I opened and stared slack-jawedly at the sight awaiting me.

They'd dressed Manga in mesh underwear, pantyhose, a pair of high heels, and nothing else (unless you counted the various substances he was covered with). Tassels were clipped onto his nipples. His wrists and elbows were tightly bound behind his back, hands still mittened, his ankles roped together with enough slack to allow him to walk precariously. The gag was still in his mouth; they'd removed the pump. His dreadlocks had been dyed in all the colors of the rainbow. And most notably, it was the first time I saw him clearly sexually excited.

I helped him inside, locked the door and sat him on his bed. A note hung around his neck; it said "DO NOT SET FREE UNTIL MORNING."

Not that I could have; they'd padlocked all the items onto him, and there was no key in sight. I started to try to remove his gag, but he pulled his head away and jiggled the note.

"You really want me to leave you like this?"

He nodded emphatically.

"Can I at least take the shoes off so you can go to bed? Do you want to go to bed?"

More nods. I did as I'd said and helped him lie down as comfortably as possible, placing the cushion under his head and covering him with his blanket.

I'd fully expected him to be awake all night, but somehow he was was asleep before me.

- * -

We were raised the next day by more knocking on the door. It was Michael and Other Michael with the padlock keys. They were quite amused, maybe even a little guilty, that Manga had followed orders and stayed restrained all night.

"And remember," Michael said to him before throwing me the keys. "No touching your roommate."

Once I'd released him from his restraints, the first thing he did was run to the toilet, giving me a few minutes to order my thoughts and prepare for different kinds of scenario as I heard the shower running.

He re-emerged much cleaner and dressed in a bathrobe.

"Wow, that was one hell of a night. They also seemed to think I would take revenge on you for some reason."

"I had to pretend I knew of their plan and had prepared you by force. I hope you can believe me when I say I was clueless."

I noticed a stirring when I said "by force".

"Of course I believe you. And anyway, it was kind of... exciting? That sounds weird."

I chose my words carefully and kept an eye on his nether region.

"Well, it's an exceptional situation to be kidnapped, manhandled and forced into doing degrading things. Everyone reacts differently."

Yep, that definitely elicited a reaction.

We talked some more. I assured him that I would of course continue to restrain him if he wanted - no reaction there.

With this new information, I began dreaming up a plan. I'd leave enough time to not directly connect it to this event, then set it into motion.

- * -

@Pup Wingletang @Xtc @Red86 @CaptiveDan @Canuck100 @squirrel @bondagefreak