The Games Player: Pleasure (MF/m)

[KP Presents]

A request story for @TuggyMale

My name is Bryson Rasmussen – my family originally came from Denmark originally, but we’ve lived in this country for as long as I can remember. Dad’s a film producer, and Mum works for him – and I’m the only child in the family.

Not that I’m complaining – I love my parents, and they love me, but they work long hours, so often I’m the only one in the house during the day. I know what you’re going to say – a thirteen-year-old boy left alone? Well, we have Mrs Potts who comes in and cleans and cooks for me in the morning and the evening, so it’s not that bad, and I can always find something to do for the rest of the time apart from homework.

What do I get up to? Play games, watch television, but – well, can you keep a secret? I have this thing I like to do – look at pictures, read stories, and if there is a film or a program where someone gets tied up, I love to read or watch it – it excites me.

I’ve even tied myself up a few times – not tightly, things like taped my arms and ankles to a chair and gagged myself with the tape, or tied rope round my legs, used one of mum’s scarves as a gag, and just put my hands behind my back, that sort of thing.

I love it – and I did always wonder what it would be like to be really tied up and gagged, unable to move, helpless.

And then, last month, I found out…


Mrs Potts has already done the cleaning, and said she would be back at four to cook my supper, when she left me at about eleven. I had been to the barber, so my blonde hair was short and neat, and I was casually dressed - short grey training pants, a checked shirt over a white t-shirt, socks, trainers. I was also still trying to work out the new Samsung Galaxy smart watch my parents had given me for my birthday – I’d managed to synch up my ear buds at least, so at least I could listen to something on Spotify when I went for a walk later.

But that was later – right now, I was watching an old episode of Batman, where Robin and Batgirl were tied to a fiendish death trap. As they squirmed round, I lay on the couch and put my arms by my side, imagining the ropes holding me tight as I tried to escape…

It was a wonderful feeling, but I was also aware something else was new this time – and I was trying to process it when I heard a female voice say “well now, what do we have here?”

I opened my eyes to see a man and a woman standing in front of me, the man wearing a blue denim shirt and jeans with black sneakers, the woman a tight black sweater and leggings with knee length black boots – but they also both had stocking pulled down over their heads, distorting their faces and pressing their hair down.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, “are you – are you the Games Players?”

I had read about them in the papers – robbers who broke into homes, and tied families up by making the kids think it was a game. I sat slowly up, fingering the face of my watch as the man said “You must be Bryson.”

“Yes,” I said eventually, “but my parents are at work, they won’t be home until late tonight. Are you – robbing us?”

“We are,” the woman said, “and we would normally get your mum or dad to tell you this was a game. No point today, right?”

“Right,” I said quietly, “but – are you still going to tie me up and stop me raising the alarm?”

“Well, we have to, don’t we,” the man said as his partner took a rucksack off her back, opened it up – and my eyes opened wide as I saw the white ropes she took out. “Stand up, turn round, and put your hands behind your back.”

I could not believe this – someone was actually going to do this to me, and I was actually not going to be able to move. I faced the other way after standing up, trying not to let them see how excited I was as I felt the rope going round my wrists and forcing them together.

The rope felt soft, but it was tight and strong, as I felt the bands getting tighter and tighter – and then the gloved hands on my wrists as the rope was taken between them, making it even tighter. It was even better than I had imagined it was going to be…

“You all right, Bryson?”

I nodded as I saw the rope coming down over my head, and then pulled tight round my stomach as my arms were forced against my sides. I tried to move my wrists, the rope rubbing on my skin and on my watch strap, and I said “look – if I am going to be tied up, can I have my earbuds in and a playlist coming from my watch?”

As the bands were pulled tighter, one now round my upper arms as well, the man said “I think we can allow that Bryson – but if your parents are not back until late, will you be all right?”

“I’ll cope,” I said as the ropes were pulled tighter and if et the bands been drawn together behind my back. I twisted round, and then felt the bands get tighter still as more ropes were tied under my armpits.

“Okay Bryson – sit down on the couch now.”

I heard the masked lady ask me to do that, and I wasn’t really in a position to argue, was I? SO I sat myself down, and watched as she knelt and lifted my ankles onto her own knee – and then tied the white rope tightly round them so that I could not move them apart.

“I was starting to feel a little giddy now. No, giddy’s not the right word – I was feeling flushed, excited and scared as she tied the rope off, and then used another length to tie my legs together below my knees. The way her hands had to stroke my legs as she took the rope around and between my limbs was distracting me like crazy…

“I’m going to search the house,” the masked man said as he left the room, while his partner used more rope to secure my legs together below my knees. As she tied that ripe off, I tried twisting my legs round as well as my body, and I really was unable to move.

“Cozy?”

I nodded as I rubbed my legs together, and then felt giddy again. She just smiled under the stocking mask, and picked up my earbud case, taking them out and putting them into my ears.

“Turn round, let me see your watch.”

I turned and let her play with my Smart watch, before I heard the music start to play and I nodded before I turned round. Then I saw the folded scarf in her hands, and allowed her to push it into my mouth, pushing my cheeks out and filling the space so that the edges stuck out between my lips.

Not that you could tell after she tore strips of silver tape from a roll and pressed them down over my mouth, so that I really could not speak. She then helped me to lie on my side, my head on the armrest, as the man came back in.

He looked at me as I wiggled round, and then knelt down before whispering in my ear “I can see you’re enjoying this – wait until we leave and then let yourself go.”

“Hwcchhcuthl?”

He just smiled and shook his head before he stood up and they both left me there. I heard the front door open and close, and then I started to struggle and try to get free. I’d seen them do that on the television, after all.

Only the ropes did not loosen and I did not get free. Instead, I was aware of this strange feeling inside me, and of something rubbing under my shorts – and then…

Well, it felt good and wrong at the same time as I relaxed, and started to enjoy the experience…


Mrs Potts found me when she came to make my supper, and peeled the tape away before she pulled the scarf from my mouth, and asked me what had happened. She cut me free, and called the police, before she called my parents, but I could not tell her what had happened – I went to shower and change.

And wonder how I could feel that again…

[BoudBoy22]

Wow, KP, as always your stories are soooo good. Bryson definitely represents all of us, how we felt when we were teenagers and wanted to be tied up and gagged.

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

I loved that story! Thanks for sharing!

[Detective-Gag]

Well, Bryson definitely was how I was like around that age.

Pretty lucky, though; to have some handy burglars manifest to provide some more quality ties…I always had to make do with self-ties; or get some help from my sibling.

Side-note: you think the Games Players or one of your other “polite robbers” might ever take a story like this a step further and do a temporary kidnapping?

For example, take the boy / sibling to some location, ransoming them or blackmailing the parents…via photo/note or video…then doing an exchange somewhere?

They could even leave the sitter behind, tied & gagged…hmm…or take them, too. Lots of options.

At any rate, a great story request!

[Paris_bondage]

I loved every word of it. Tak!

[zarquon]

Thank you KP! Nice story, loved it!

The only thing missing were the tied elbows!

[TuggyMale]

Thanks KP, amazing story as always. I expected nothing less but greatness from you

[Snozzberry]

Great story, Bryson should have set the VCR and recoded his Tie-up for playback at his convenience