Stories of Tie Up Games

The Dory household consisted of three members. Alicia Dory, a thirty-five year old single mother, her son, Billy, age eight, and her sixy year old father Alan. The elderly patriarch was a retired machinist who had moved in with his daughter and grandson after his wife passed away two years before. Alan lived a fairly simple and quiet life, helping out around the house, watching baseball on TV and babysitting his grandson. The house was decently sized. Three bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, a half bathroom downstairs and a master bathroom upstairs. Alan's room was located down the hall from Billy's room, a mere two doors down from the master bedroom, which was a nice bit of privacy for the elder Dory. Life was good for the trio.
It was a rainy day in September, and Billy had just returned home from his second week of school. Alicia was working the evening shift at the call center where she worked, leaving Alan to look after the boy. The older man was in the kitchen, putting dishes away. Alan was wearing a gray shirt with faded blue jeans and white socks, his typical attire for a quiet day at home. Billy was upstairs changing into some dry clothes. Alan was listening to the rain pounding down onto the roof, enjoying the soothing sound as he worked. He was about to put the last plate away when he heard footsteps behind him. "Hey kiddo, how was you day?" He asked, without turning around.
"Okay I guess." Billy said flatly. He had just changed into a pair of green pants and a black shirt and barefoot, as he preferred to be. Billy had short blonde hair and light blue eyes. His face was rather chubby, with a pudgy little nose and small ears. Billy headed towards the TV in the living room, and began flipping through the channels, searching for something good to watch.
"Nothing good on?" Alan asked, as he shut the cabinet door.
"No." Billy sighed. He settled for a show about lions that was airing on Animal Planet. "I hate this weather. I wish it would stop raining so I could go outside."
Alan chuckled. "I see. Kiddo is bored and antsy because he can't run around and play in the rain."
"Well, yeah." Billy agreed. "I'm sick of being inside. Can we play a game or something?"
"Well, what did you have in mind?" Alan asked, walking into the living room and taking a seat next to Billy.
Billy thought for a moment. "We could play hide and seek."
"Hide and seek, huh? Sounds fun. We played that when I was a kid except our game had a little twist." Alan said with a grin.
"A twist?"the kid inquired
"Yes, when the seeker found the hider, the hider would be tied up and gagged. Then the hider had to escape to become the seeker. Pretty cool, right?" The older man explained.
"Wicked!" Billy said, eyes wide."Well, let's go find some stuff to use." Alan said as he stood up and motioned for Billy to follow him. They went down to the basement and started digging through boxes. Alan pulled out a bunch of with cotton rope. It was old but still serviceable. Also they found a few bandanas.
"Can I be seeker first, Grandpa?" Billy asked as the returned upstairs.
"Sure." Alan replied, placing the stuff on the kitchen table. "Go ahead and count to a hundred. No peeking. I'll go hide."
Billy nodded and began counting, shutting his eyes tight as he did. The youngster loved the excitement and suspense of a good game. Alan decided to hide behind the couch. He made sure the older piece of furniture was between him and Billy, then crouched down and waited. After a minute or so, Billy shouted out "Ready or not, here I come!" and began to search for his grandfather. The boy was pretty smart, and began checking all the obvious places first. But he failed to check the couch. It wasn't until his third sweep of the room that the boy realized that Alan could have hidden behind the couch, and walked over and peered over the edge. Sure enough, there was his grandpa, hiding in plain sight.
"Got you, Grandpa!" Billy shouted. "Now you're mine!"
Alan laughed and surrendered, holding his arms up. "Alright, alright. You caught me."
"Yeah, and now I'm going to tie you up and gag you!" The boy announced.Alan couldn't help but smile at the sight. His grandson, barely four foot tall, was standing over him, trying to sound tough. Alan could tell that the boy was a little nervous, but the fact that he was trying to act tough, as if tying up his grandfather was no big deal, was adorable.
"Alright, kiddo." The older man said, sitting in the middle of the living room floor. "Where do you want me to put my hands?"
Billy thought for a moment, his lips pursed together as he pondered his options. "I wanna tie your hands behind your back."
"Okay." Alan said, as he placed his arms behind his back.
Billy knelt down and picked up a length of rope and proceeded to try to tie his grandfather's hands. Alan could see the boy struggling, and gave him a little advice. "Okay, you have the rope in a loop. Good. Now wrap it around my wrists a couple times, then make another loop and pull it tight."
Billy did as his grandfather instructed. It took a few minutes, and the knots weren't exactly the best, but it would do. "There, got it!" Billy said, clearly pleased with his accomplishment. The ropes were tight, but not too tight. It was a bit uncomfortable, but Alan could tell that it wouldn't cut off his circulation.
"Good job, kiddo!" Alan praised the boy. "You've got some skill there. You'll be tying me up in no time."
Billy beamed at his grandfather's compliment. The boy picked up another piece of rope and walked around to face the older man. He looked up and down his grandpa's body, as if searching for the perfect spot to begin. His eyes landed on his grandfather's socked feet. "I wanna tie your legs now." He announced, dropping down and grabbing Alan's ankles. He repeated the same procedure he had used for his grandfather's wrists, and ended up with two fairly good knots. Billy then picked up one of the bandanas.
"Okay, open your mouth." The boy said, unfolding the piece of cloth.
Alan obliged and opened his mouth, allowing his grandson to stuff the bandana into his mouth and pull it between his lips. The cloth was thick, and felt rough against his tongue. "Mmmmffff." The older man moaned as the boy tied the bandana tightly behind his head. Alan knew there was no way he was going to get the cloth out, it was on too tight. He was thoroughly gagged, and completely at the mercy of his grandson.
Billy took a step back to admire his handiwork. "That's so cool!" He said, smiling ear to ear. He was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. Alan's blue eyes met Billy's, and he winked at the boy, telling him without words that it was okay.
"You look so helpless!" Billy said, laughing. The white haired grandfather began his escape attempt, wiggling his wrists and ankles. He could feel the ropes sliding up and down, rubbing against his skin, but no matter how much he tried, the knots remaiund firmly tied. The gag was tight as well, and he doubted that any amount of biting or chewing would loosen it. He was stuck.
Billy just watched, fascinated as his bound and gagged grandfather struggled. A minute or so passed, and Alan layedon his side and bent his ankles to his reaching fingers. It took some doing, but Alan finally managed to untie his ankles. He pushed the ropes away with his feet and stood up.
"You untied your feet!" Billy exclaimed.
"Mmaa mmm Pfffttt" Alan agreed as he slipped his bound wrist under his feet and bringing them to the front of his body. Finally the elder Dory pulled the gag out of his mouth and tossed it onto the couch.
"Awesome! You are good at escaping!" The youngster said, impressed by his grandfather's skills.
"Thanks kiddo. You did a good job tying me up. I couldn't believe how tight those knots were." Alan said, giving his grandson a pat on the shoulder.
Billy blushed, his pale cheeks turning red. "Really? That's great!"
"My turn to be seeker now." Alan said. "Go hide, and I'll start counting."
"Okay." Billy said as he ran off to find the perfect hiding place.
"1...2...3..." Alan counted, waiting for his grandson to be completely hidden before opening his eyes........

This is a great story! Hopefully Alan finds his grandson and ties him up well as playful revenge. Maybe even a tape gag is needed to keep the young boy quiet?

The Dory Family. Hide and Seek (M/m)

Round Two."1...2...3..." Alan counted, waiting for his grandson to be completely hidden before opening his eyes. Alan enjoyed the game as much as his grandson. It was a fun, simple activity that helped to pass the time and keep Billy from getting bored.
"Here I come, ready or not!" Alan called out, looking around the room. He checked behind the couch and other obvious spots. No sign of Billy. "Come on, kiddo. Where are you hiding?" He then spied the boys toes peeking out from under a curtain. "Ha! Gotcha!"
Alan reached down and pulled the curtain aside, revealing his grandson curled up into a ball. "Damn. I almost got away with it." The boy said.
"Almost." The older man agreed.
"So, where do you want me?" Billy asked.
"Go sit on the floor where I was." Alan said.The boy did as his grandfather told him, and sat in the middle of the floor. Alan knelt down and grabbed a rope, then took hold of the boys wrists and pulled them behind his back. He wrapped the rope around them several times, and made a loop before pulling it tight.
"Owww!" Billy winced.
"Sorry kiddo. Are they too tight?" Alan asked, looking concerned.
"No. I'm fine. Go ahead." The boy reassured his grandfather.
Alan finished tying Billy's wrists and picked up a long piece of rope and began to wrap it around Billy's upper body, making sure to pass the rope over his arms. The knots were much neater than the ones the boy had done on him, and Alan could tell that his grandson was struggling to stay still. He was trying his hardest not to squirm. Grandpa Alan moved to his grandson's feet and repeated the procedure, tying the boys ankles.
"Man, you are really good at this." Billy said, his voice wavering slightly. Alan could see the excitement in the boys eyes, and it brought back fond memories of his childhood. With more rope Alan moved up his grandson's legs, tying them tightly above and below his knees.
"How's that?" The older man asked.
"It's really tight, but I like it." Billy replied.
"Okay. Now, for the finishing touch." Alan said, picking up the bandana. He tied a large knot in the center of the bandana, and then pulled the fabric into the boy's mouth, making sure to pull the cloth tight. He then wrapped the remaining fabric around the boys head and tied it tightly. Billy let out a small whimper as the gag was tied on. The knot filled his mouth, and the rough texture of the cloth felt funny. Alan gave the cloth a little tug, testing its strength."MMMMMMMMF!" Billy grunted, his big blue eyes pleading with his grandfather.
"Sorry kiddo. That gag is staying in." Alan said, ruffling the boys blonde hair.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Pppffttt." Billy mumbled, trying to speak, but the words were muffled and unintelligible.
"I think we're done. Good luck escaping that." Alan laughed as he sat on the couch and watched his grandson try to get free. It didn't take long for Billy to figure out how to untie his legs. His bare feet were close to his hands, and it was a simple matter of maneuvering the rope around and working on the knots. Mimicking his Grandfather's earlier performance, Billy slid the ropes off his ankles and began to work on the ropes binding his knees. His legs were bound fairly tightly, but the ropes weren't overly complicated and he managed to loosen the ropes after a few minutes. The boy was beginning to feel more confident in his skills, and was able to remove the rest of the ropes easily.
"Nice job!" Alan said, clapping his hands as Billy freed his legs.
"Mmmmppphhh. Mmpphhh." The boy grunted, struggling to reach his hands. Alan watched the boy struggle, and saw that Billy was trying to reach his hands around his butt, but was having trouble due to the rope still binding his upper body. The knotted gag was preventing him from speaking, and it was obvious that Billy was frustrated. Alan knew he should probably help the kid, but the sight of his grandson trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey, struggling to reach his hands was just too amusing to him. "MMMMM!! MMMPPPPHH!!" The boy groaned, his eyes lighted up as if an idea entered his head. Billy rolled onto his side, and then pushed himself up with his shoulder and slowly managed to stand up. Once the boy was upright, Alan could see him straining, his arms flexing as he tried to slide his back up and down on the edge of the couch. Alan could also hear the rope scraping against the fabric of the couch.
"You're a tough one, kiddo." Alan said, grinning ear to ear.
"Mmmmm. Pppf. Mmmmm. MMMPPHHH." Billy responded cheerfully.
"Are you having fun?" The elder Dory asked.
Billy nodded, a big smile forming around the cloth. After a minute or two, the boy slipped the ropes over his head, and the ropes fell to the ground.
"Great job, kiddo! You are a natural." Alan said, clapping.
"Mmmmm." Billy mumbled, smiling and blushing as he sat on his butt the get his bound hand to the front of him. Alan watched as his grandson step over his bound hands and reach up for the gag. Billy pulled the gag out of his mouth, leaving the knotted bandana around his neck. He instantly began to pick the knot of the ropes binding his wrists with his teeth. After a minute or so, the boy pulled his hands forward and pulled the ropes off.
"Ta da!" The boy said, waving his freed hands.
"Very impressive." Alan said.
"Yeah, that was fun." Billy agreed, nodding his head.
"Let's go again. But I have to make us dinner first. It's getting late." The older man said.
"Alright." Billy agreed.

Great bondage scenario.

The Dory Family. Hide and Seek. (m/M)

Round 3. Alan and Billy had dinner and watched some TV. They changed into bed clothes and brushed their teeth, then played hide and seek again. Alan had to admit, the game was a lot more fun now that Billy was better at it. He could hear the boy running up the stairs and laughing. The blonde boy was dressed in a blue shirt and pajama bottoms, his bare feet slapping against the wooden steps. Alan was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants with the same socks he wore all day.
"Come on, Grandpa! Time to play hide and seek." Billy said, running up and hugging the man.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." Alan said, laughing. The kid had a ton of energy. "Who's turn is it to be seeker?"
"Mine!" The boy shouted. "I'll count."
"Okay." Alan said, and walked up the stairs, looking for the perfect spot to hide. He decided to hide in the coat closet near the front door. He could hear Billy counting downstairs.
"30, 31, 32, 33, 34..." the boy called out. Alan smiled to himself, he was pretty sure he had plenty of time. These games made the sixty year old feel young again.
"...87, 88, 89, 90, 91..."
Alan listened for a few more seconds trying to stay as still as possible so he didn't give up his hiding spot.
"...100. Ready or not, here I come!"
Alan heard the footsteps as Billy walked into the living room. Alan was in a cramped position, his knees were pressed up against his chest. He wasn't sure if he could last that long in this position, but he wasn't going to give up his location.
"Hmmm. Where is he hiding?" Billy's voice could be heard coming from the other room. "I know he's upstairs. Maybe the bathroom?"
Alan heard the boy's footsteps as he began to check the other rooms. He listened for a moment and could hear the sounds of doors being opened and shut, the boy moving further and further away from his position. Alan's legs were starting to cramp. He shifted his position slightly, trying to ease the discomfort. Unfortunately, it resulted in the coat falling onto the floor.
"There he is!" Billy shouted as he pulled the closet door open, revealing his grandfather. "Gotcha, Grandpa!"
"Crap." Alan muttered, cursing his luck. "I guess that means you caught me."
"Yep. Now it's my turn to tie you up." Billy said, smiling.
"Okay. I surrender." Alan said, holding his hands up in defeat.
"Yay!" Billy exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. "Get to the living room."Alan got up and did as his grandson commanded. Once in the living room, Alan sat on the floor, and held his hands behind his back palm to palm. Billy grabbed the length of rope and proceeded to tie his grandfather's wrist together.
"Is that too tight?" Billy asked.
"Nope. They're perfect." Alan said, giving the knots an experimental tug. There was no give or wiggle room.
"Good." Billy said, and went to work tying his grandfather's upper body. Alan had to admit, the boy was learning quickly. Alan felt the ropes being cinched around his chest and arms. It felt snug, but not tight. Billy wrapped the rope around his grandpa's waist, pinning his bound hands to the small of his back.
"Nice work, kiddo. That feels secure." Alan said.
"Thank you." The boy replied.
"Now what's left? Oh yeah, my legs." Alan said, remembering. The boy wasted zero time tying his grandfather's legs, wrapping the rope above and below his knees. He had learned that from his experience that afternoon. Billy bent down in front of Alan's feet and tied his ankles together.
"Okay, there we go. Time for the gag." Billy said, smiling.
"You are loving this, aren't you?" Alan asked.
"Yeah, I am. Sorry." The boy replied, not sounding sorry at all.
"It's fine. Go ahead and gag me. It's your turn." Alan said, shrugging.
"I want to try something different." Billy said, a mischievous look in his eye.
"Oh? What did you have in mind?" Alan asked.
"Well, you'll see." Billy replied as he bent down in front of his grandfather's socked feet, pulling the socks off of his feet. The boy proceeded to ball the socks together, then stuffed the wad into Alan's mouth."Mmmm! Mmmmm! Pfffttt! NNNNNOOO! MMMMPPPH!" The older man cried out, shaking his head, his eyes wide in horror. Those socks were on his feet all day. He couldn't believe the kid was stuffing them into his mouth. He could feel the sweat and dirt against his tongue. He could taste his own body odor, and it was disgusting.
"Pfffttt." The boy laughed, his hands covering his mouth.
"Mmmmmppphhh! Mmmm! Pfftt!" Alan protested, but the sock ball was firmly secured, and there was no way he could get rid of it. Billy grabbed a bandana from the coffee table, and pushed it between his grandfather's lips, and pulled it tight. Alan's mouth was stuffed with fabric, his tongue pressed flat.
"Mmmm! Mmmmpth! MMMPPPTHH! Mmmm!" The older man protested, squirming in his bindings.
"You are so funny, Grandpa!" The boy laughed.
"MMMMPPPPPH!" The captive groaned, his blue eyes staring up at his grandson, his cheeks buldged out from the gag. The sockball forced his jaw open and stretched his lips, and the bandana was pulled very tight. The ropes were digging into his flesh, and he was starting to sweat.
"Pretty good gag don't you think?" Billy asked.
"Mmmm. Pfft. Mmmmpf." Alan muttered, trying his hardest to escape.
"I guess I'll watch some TV." Billy said, laughing as his grandfather struggled and writhed on the floor. His big bare soles flailing helplessly as the boy flipped on the TV.
"Pffff. Mmmmm. Mmmmphh. Mmmpf. Mmmmmm." The man continued his futile escape attempt, grunting and groaning. His hands were trapped beneath him, and he had no way of reaching the knots. He rolled to his side, hoping to reach his feet, but with his knees bound, it was impossible with hands tied to his back.
"Mmmmpppph! Mmmpppthh. Pffftt. Mmmmm!" Alan whimpered, feeling defeated. He had no way of escaping this. He could feel a trickle of sweat drip down his forehead. The socks were completely soaked with his saliva, and the bandana was starting to feel wet as well. He could see Billy sitting on the couch, his bare feet up on the coffee table. He was watching some cartoon. Alan groaned and tried his hardest to free himself. He knew he could do it. He began to squirm and struggle, using every bit of energy he had. His body was coated in sweat.
"Pfffft. Ppfff. Mmmmmm. Mmmph. Mmmmph." Alan groaned and grunted, his body wiggling like a fish on a hook. He felt the ropes digging into his flesh, and it made him groan and grunt even more. He could feel his muscles strain as he fought against the bindings."Zzzzzzzz" The sound of soft snoring could be heard from the couch. Alan looked over and saw his grandson had fallen asleep. A wave of panic hit him. The kid wasn't going to let him free. He would be stuck like this for the night.
"MMMMPPPPHHH!!" Alan screamed at the top of his lungs, desperate to get his grandson's attention.
"Zzzzzzzz." Billy kept sleeping, snoring loudly.
"MMMM!! MMMPPPH!!" Alan shouted, struggling even harder. His bare toes were clenched and he was flexing his feet. Alan inched along the floor towards Billy, using his feet and shoulders. The effort made him sweat even more, and he was panting heavily. The gag was soaked through, and he felt drool dripping down his chin. After what felt like an eternity, he had only made it a few inches closer. Alan collapsed facedown, his nose pressed against the carpet, exhausted. He couldn't escape. It was hopeless. Alan laid on the floor, and listened to the sounds of his grandson's snoring.
"HHMMLLPPP!!" Alan screamed one more time, but his voice was muffled by the socks. Alan groaned and laid there, feeling utterly humiliated and defeated. That's when he heard a car pull into the driveway. It was his daughter! The door opened and the woman came in.
"Daddy? Billy? I'm home." She called out.
"MMMPPHHH!!" Alan screamed.
Alicia walk in on the living room, and saw her father trussed up on the floor, the gag making his cheeks bulge, sweat coating his entire body.
"Oh Dad. You and your games." Alicia laughed, shaking her head.

This Is great , love innocent stories where the adult gets tied up by younger
Could you write a story about a 35 year businessman who is tied and gagged by his nephew in a similar game , maybe captured spy game or kidnapped businessman game , I like your style of story telling , the guy would be in his trousers shirt and tie and black socks as he’s just home from work

Tying 8 year old boys up like trussed turkeys could become a pleasant pastime to keep an old man busy.

A lot of fun