Stories of Tie Up Games

A short tale in short chapters. The better the response, the more frequently they will be posted.

“Oi, Nibblett, Farquharson wants to see you in the Deputy Head Prefect’s study.”

Jasper Nibblett wasn’t used to getting messages like that. He was a conscientious student who was doing well in his first year of GCSE studies. His appearance was immaculate and, unusually for a Fourth-Year Student, he was meticulously polite. He didn’t even have time to ask the messenger what it was all about because he took off immediately after passing it on.

Jasper immediately changed course and headed for the oldest part of the school. Even an innocent man gets worried when in receipt of such a message as he had just received and he only had a couple of minutes to guess what he might have done wrong. He entered the ancient pile, ascended the junior stairs and stood outside the door bearing the Legend, “Farquharson F. J. (Deputy Head Prefect)”. He gulped; he had never been summonsed to that door previously. Jasper knocked timidly, checked that his tie was straight and polished his shoes on the legs of his black uniform trousers. It was that sort of school! He only had time to try to flatten his hair before the order, “Come!” called him to his fate.

Jasper entered and closed the door behind him. Seeing Freddy Farquharson sitting behind an over-sized, antique desk wasn’t exactly a surprise, but the sight of Bobby Ryder, (who preferred being called ‘Rob’ now that he was in the Upper School) the Fourth Year Sports Captain was. Jasper approached the desk to stand beside Ryder. He had to force himself not to look to the side.

“Ah, Nibblett, I’ve got a job for you.”

“Yes, Farquharson, of course, Farquharson.” That wasn’t quite what Jasper was thinking; he was thinking, “Shit, there goes my Friday evening,” but, of course, he would never dream of saying that. When a Prefect wanted one to jump, one didn’t even have time to ask, “Which way?”, one simply jumped and hoped one had got it right.

“You probably know Ryder.” Of course, he did, everybody knew Robert Ryder; he was probably the finest sportsman in the year or even in the whole of the Fourth- and Fifth-years. The two Fourth-Years looked at each other before redirecting their gazes to the Deputy Head Prefect. It wasn’t the fact that Ryder was in his athletics kit that was so surprising; he usually was in some sort of PE kit outside of lesson times. It was more the fact that his wrists were tied behind him with an immaculately applied length of soft, wite rope. As he knelt there and turned his head temporarily towards Jasper, it was obvious that he was also gagged. Jasper had no idea what Rob’s situation had to do with him. He even risked flicking his eyes to his right once or twice as Farquharson continued his narrative. He wasn’t much clearer once he had finished.

“The Head Prefect wants you to look after this rogue for a few hours. You won’t mind, will you?”

Of course, Jasper minded; he thought he had an evening of on-line gaming ahead of him. In any case, what was he expected to do with a bound and gagged, muscle-bound school-mate for ‘a few hours’? However, his answer came out as, “Of course not, Farquharson.” To say anything else would have been against his nature as well as being most ill-advised as far as his future prospects were concerned.

“Thank you. Let me explain a little further. We need this character kept out of circulation for at least four hours. As a Fourth-Year, you have a personal cubicle to yourself; you can keep him there until we send for him.”

Jasper was unconvinced but, obviously, answered, “Yes, Farquharson.”

“I have here some things you might need to accommodate this rogue.” Farquharson indicated a small duffel bag. “He should not give you any trouble. Will you, Ryder?” Rob shook his head as if in confirmation, “But I shall have sent instructions by text by the time you get to your cubicle.”

“Thank you, Farquharson.” Jasper picked up the duffel bag and put it on and was just about to leave as Ryder took to his feet.

“Oh, and Nibblett, he must NOT be allowed to speak.” Jasper nodded. “At ALL, do you understand?” Of course, Jasper did not really understand but an affirmative answer was required. “Take that hood and put it on him. Should make handling him easier until you get him back to your cubicle.”

On the table was a linen bag somewhat bigger than was necessary to accommodate a person’s head; it had a closure that consisted of a one-inch-wide strap. As Jasper slipped it over his newly acquired charge’s head, he got a fleeting chance to examine what was already ensuring that Freddy Farquharson’s recent requirement was being met. Rob Ryder had a sort of medical plaster, that extended well past his open lips, pasted from his chin to just under his nose. Being almost transparent, except at the edges, what looked like the blue of a stress ball could be clearly seen behind Ryder’s widely parted teeth. That looked like it could soon become uncomfortable – if it wasn’t already. Ryder made no resistance as he was consigned to relative darkness, and Jasper couldn’t help noticing that, although the strap came-to well enough to secure the hood, it could not be completely tightened round the wearer’s neck.

“Wrap this round him. Might not look quite as queer as seeing him like that.” Farquharson was a bit of a gym freak himself and threw one of those hooded robes that boxers wear across to Jasper. “You can send it back with his clothes later.”

“What??!” Well, that’s what Jasper was thinking, but what he said was, “Yes, Farquharson.” There was a barely audible squeal of protest from Ryder.

“Just leave the stuff outside your door, I’ll send an oik across to fetch them.” Things were getting weirder as Jasper wrapped the robe round Rob’s shoulders and raised the hood of the inadequate disguise. “If anybody, including a staff member, asks about Ryder, just give them this.” Farquharson handed Jasper a Head Prefect’s card with “Olsen N. J. (Head Prefect)” on the obverse and Farquharson’s scribbled, “Ref. PP Induction” on the reverse. “But don’t worry, there’s a home game this evening, and most of the staff will be in the pub until Housemaster’s rounds so they shouldn’t bother you.”

“Very well, Ryder, off you go. You will be good for Nibblett, won’t you?” Jasper thought he saw Rob nodding.

Jasper had a decision to make: what was going be the easiest way to get his charge to Residential Pod 4C, Cubicle 3? (At least, that’s what the staff called the reasonably new building, the students it was “Cell-block 4C”.)

Jasper decided to wrap his right arm round Bobby Ryder’s broad shoulders to facilitate steering him safely towards his accommodation. He gave a running commentary as he guided the bound Sports Captain down the wide stairs, outside, past the Fifth-Year Pods and through the door to Pod 4C. Further commentary continued but it was probably redundant as Ryder’s own pod, the next one round, Pod4D, was identical to where Jasper lodged.


The pods were new and, for a boarding school, remarkably comfortable. From the front door, two short corridors lead to the left and the right. Each was lined with six doors and another at the end. Jasper’s pod was the end one on the left of the left-hand corridor. The spacious foyer between the corridors acted as a lounge for the residents of the twelve pods and work was discouraged in the lounge; the library and the individual pods were the places for that. There were two doors at the back of the lounge. One was a cleaner’s cupboard and the other a small box-room where the boys’ trunks were stored, along with a certain amount of contraband. The doors at the ends of the corridors opened to rooms, each containing a well-maintained, partitioned w.c., and a urinal with a modesty screen. The rest of the room comprised a wet-room with plenty of room for four bathers, or six close friends, as the boys said. That wasn’t far from the truth during periods of high demand.

I'm looking forward to the sequel

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Not allowed to speak... should be simple enough. Of course, I suspect Jasper's curiosity will get in the way of a successful job.

Nice to hear from you again.
I suppose it depends upon what the consequences of his curiosity might be.

Why is the bound sports captain not allowed to speak? His inability to do so seems critical what with the giant stuff gag and all. Why is he bound? And why is he to be kept stashed out of sight for four hours? So many questions! So few answers! I'm just as curious as Jasper is. Indeed, his curiosity may end up getting the better of him. Who could blame him? Awesome start @Xtc.

I wonder if Jasper will receive treatment in his school uniform as well.

Hey @jshao91. I know you're not new here, but I never got the chance to welcome you when you initially signed up. A bit late, but welcome aboard! It's great to see you posting again. Hope you decide to become a regular participant on here. Cheers!

Thanks, @bondagefreak, Yes, Jasper is just as puzzled as the rest of us at the minute. Remember, thhough, that he is a conscientious member of the school - although, he might decide that he would be better to rat on the Prefects. I'd better ask Rob Ryder what happened.

@jshao91, you surely would not want his uniform to come to harm!!! That might get Jasper into trouble!

I'm intrigued by the story, but bondage in school or university environment is still very appealing. I like the atmoshphere of mystery around this "gag order" too. Eager to read more

Thank you, @lah93,
I wonder what secrets he is not allowed to share - - - or is he just a noisy nuisance?

Jasper entered Pod 4C using his thumb-print and steered Rob towards the door at the end of the corridor before stopping him just short of it. One more thumb-print detector granted the two boys access to Jasper’s cubicle. Jasper led Rob into his cubicle and told him to kneel; he had no idea, yet, what he was going to do with him. Then he checked his phone. “Return DHP’s call” read the text and Jasper did so.

“Hello, Farquharson? Nibblett here.” The rather terse conversation that followed said that Jasper was to remove Rob’s clothes and leave them outside his door. After that, he should probably make his guest more secure.

“Make sure he doesn’t escape; use the stuff in the duffel bag and, once he’s secure, take that hood off him, he needs to be able to breathe easily. You can let him keep his undies.” At least that was a relief. “Oh, and don’t forget, he is NOT allowed to speak.”

“Yes, Farquharson.” That last criterion seemed to be especially important.

Jasper consigned his phone to the pocket of his blazer, he could do that as long as he was in his cubicle, and addressed the job in hand. He emptied the duffel bag onto the desk that extended across the wall under the window and checked the contents. They should certainly have helped him to meet Farquharson’s requirements.

The newly-appointed gaoler removed the white robe from his prisoner and assessed the job in hand. OK, he could easily slip Ryder’s ‘Nike’ trainers off his feet, he was wearing no socks, and, as long as he made him lie on the floor, could also slip those tatty, old, black basketball shorts off him. But what about that yellow singlet? It was tight round Rob’s well-developed chest but fell away from his already tightly formed abs. It was loose around the wearer’s neck and under his arms, so that should be OK but . . . Jasper took a few seconds thinking time.

“OK, Bobby mate, I don’t know what you’ve done but I have to do what our beloved Deputy Head Prefect requires. You do understand that, don’t you?” The movement of the linen bag seemed to indicate the Sport’s Captain’s understanding of the situation.

“The prisoner will stand.” Jasper didn’t know how he should address his subject so he tried that and Rob stood. All the while he was blindfolded, it was probably safe to untie his wrists but was there a safer way to get that sweaty yellow rag off him? Yes! He had it. Jasper pulled the singlet over Rob’s head and slipped it down his arms until it was lodged against the rope securing his wrists.

“Don’t go away.” Jasper was sure he heard a snort. He turned to his desk and picked up another length of the same type of soft, white rope that was binding Rob’s wrists behind him. All the while his wrists were crossed, Jasper would not be able to draw his guest’s elbows too closely together without causing him too much pain, not that he would have been able to in any case with Rob’s broad shoulders. Nevertheless, Jasper thought he could tie his arms securely so that he could untie his wrists and let that singlet slip to the floor. He located the middle of the rope and wrapped it several times round Rob’s left arm just above his elbow and tied it off with a reef-knot. He used his best judgement and tied an overhand knot in both free ends and pulled it tight. Rob found his elbows being drawn towards each other but made no resistance which, with those biceps, he certainly could have done. Jasper wrapped the free ends in counter directions just above Rob’s right elbow, drawing it up against the overhand knot before securing the free ends with another reef knot. Rob’s elbows were about as close to each other as he would have wanted but that rope was already really digging into both his arms. The rope securing his wrists had also tightened up as a result of Jasper’s work.

Jasper heard the nasal squeak. “You OK, Mush?” Rob nodded.

Jasper fumbled for the knots securing his victim’s wrists and untied the binding. That gave Ryder noticeable relief as the yellow vest slipped onto the floor. What now? Jasper thought he ought to tie Rob’s wrists again but thought he would give him a little recovery time all the while he was hooded and he was within easy reach. The novice gaoler was getting an idea. It could wait.

“The prisoner will kick off his shoes.” Jasper seemed to be growing into his role. Rob tottered as he took to his feet and trod off his left trainer using his right foot. Jasper steadied him by holding his arms. Rob seemed to grunt a sort of, “Thanks,” as he nodded his head just once. The battered old shoes were soon detached from their owner. For such a dedicated sportsman, Rob didn’t half have some really tatty gear. Not exactly a good advert for the school but, as long as he wore his best, uniform kit during official training sessions and when representing the school, he was allowed to get away with it. Without warning, Jasper pulled those over-sized black shorts down and allowed them to fall to the floor. In spite of another feeble grunt of surprise, Rob could take a hint and resigned himself to the inevitable by stepping out of the shorts.

“Oh, my god!” Jasper just could not stop himself. Why couldn’t Ryder have worn compression shorts or speedos or even boxers? Surely only Bobby Ryder would choose to wear a jockstrap when he could have worn something less embarrassing? A real non-sequitur came to Jasper’s mind: the colour of the jockstrap matched the colour of the hood. At least the embarrassing support seemed to be a relatively new garment unlike the rest of Rob’s gear. Jasper didn’t notice whether or not Ryder had the decency to blush.

There was space in each of the cubicles for a couple of dining-type chairs and a coffee table, and Jasper’s idea was sounding even better to him as time wore on. He took the rope that had recently secured Ryder’s hands behind him and wrapped it about six times around his wrists, none too tightly, and then tightened it up with a few turns between them. Rob didn’t resist until Jasper had finished and then gently tried out his new bindings. Jasper was happy with his work and gave his prisoner a little clip round the ear. “Uh – uh – uh! Naughty boy!” Yes, Jasper definitely seemed to be growing into his role.

Rob seemed to take his reprimand and even seemed to relax a bit. “Come with me.” Jasper grabbed the muscular boy by his narrow waist and forced him backwards towards one of the chairs. Rob sat. Jasper decided that his guest would be safe enough if he released his elbows. Rob probably wouldn’t have said as much even if he could have done but he was relieved to feel that rope being untied. Even after those few minutes, Jasper noticed the reddening where the ropes had been. He had some delicate decisions to make. He helped Rob to pass his arms over the back of the chair. It was one of those wooden ones with plenty of vertical spars in the back and a horseshoe-shaped frame. Rob’s arms were soon secured to the frame using some of that black duct tape that Farquharson had been kind enough to supply. Jasper thought that would be kinder than roping his arms again. However, he decided that a bit more security would be well advised. At least there was sufficient space between the prisoner’s wrists not to cause him too much discomfort. Or, at least, that’s what the tyro tier thought.

Jasper explained that he was about to tape Rob’s ankles to the front legs of the chair, and Rob seemed to be cooperating as he spread his legs. This was getting embarrassing for Jasper as his muscular school-mate seemed to be rendering himself even more vulnerable than he already was. Nevertheless, his ankles were soon secured just above the horizontal spars that ran between the chair-legs and his legs were secured just below his knees to the wooden front chair-legs. Jasper stood back and examined his work. Now, should he stop his subject from slipping forwards? No! He was getting some rather naughty thoughts.

The gaoler thought that he had done enough and that he could settle for a couple of hours gaming. He did remember that he was supposed to remove the stifling hood from the helpless captive but couldn’t help thinking that he was going to miss out on the evening meal. He felt a bit miffed about that but he didn’t dare leave his prisoner unsupervised. He un-buckled the hood and forced it off Ryder’s head. He checked to see that that gag was still in place. It was.

Jasper poked the blue insert gently. “I say, Ryder, doesn’t that thing hurt?” Rob did his best to shrug. Wouldn’t do to show weakness, would it?


The residential cubicles, or cells as they were universally known, were a new development at the school and they meant that the Fourth- and Fifth-Year students no longer had to share with anywhere up to ten other students. The rooms weren’t very large but were large enough, and at least the individual occupancy meant that growing boys could play the five-knuckle shuffle without the danger of providing an unintentional cabaret. Each room was nearly three metres wide and almost four metres long. There was a window in the opposite wall from the door under which there was a desk-surface. Above the window there was a bunk-bed that was accessed by a fixed vertical ladder. (Those ladders had already proved so useful for torturing younger boys who failed to show appropriate respect to the members of Upper School!) A wardrobe occupied the space at the end of the bed and the desk, and there was plenty of shelving in the work-space so formed. Next to the door, there was even a wash-basin (or ‘emergency bog’ as the boys seemed to term it) with a heatproof surface next to it and storage space underneath it. The boys usually installed a kettle there. Jasper’s favourite feature was that wonderful, comfortable, padded office chair on castors. The Cubicle was a space for sleeping, homework, studying and even for simply sitting and chilling with a mate or two.

Hmm, tape kinder than rope? I'm not too sure of that.

The lodgings seem exceptional! The mere idea of allowing schoolboys a kettle... unthinkable in my time.

Black duct tape rocks! How benevolent of the Deputy Head Prefect to have supplied our newly-appointed gaoler with some.
I just hope for Captain Rob's sake that his ankles aren't too hairy. Yikes!

Awesome work @Xtc. Looking forward to next next instalment.

Yes, I reckon the prefects prefer to equip their agents lavishly rather than having to do any work themselves.

Thanks for checking in @bondagefreak

That gag seems painful or at the very least uncomfortable. Something tells me the Captain will soon be begging for its removal, and I suspect Jasper might be tempted to acquiesce...if only to satisfy his own curiosity. Honestly, who could blame him?

Bit how can Rob possibly beg all the while he is gagged like that?
And don't forget: Jasper would not want to get in trouble with the Prefects, would he?

That evening, being a Liberty Friday, most boys from Prison Block 4C were away somewhere for the weekend except for Jasper and Phillip, who was visiting his girlfriend in the nearby village. He was unlikely to be back even for Housemaster’s rounds. The Housemaster knew where he was and Phillip just put up with the consequent detentions – cheeky bugger even usually knocked up the Housemaster and told him once he’d got back.

Jasper positioned himself on the comfortable chair and started up his latest on-line game. He played for about an hour turning occasionally to check on his guest. Bobby hardly inconvenienced him at all. After that time, Jasper thought he would make himself a coffee. He did not think he would offer Ryder one but he did think he should check on his bindings. Either Bobby had made no escape attempts or they had been completely ineffective but how could he have struggled without Jasper hearing him in any case?

“I say, Ryder, you OK?” Jasper had no idea what he would do if his prisoner claimed not to be OK but he thought he should ask. Rob nodded his head reassuringly. Jasper really wanted to know why he had to be kept secure and in silence but he could hardly ask. He made a coffee, took a couple of biscuits from his stash and settled for a further period of gaming. He seemed to be doing quite well. Poor Bobby Ryder, seemed to have no distractions as he sat with his back to his host so that his wrist bindings could be seen.

The early evening ground on for the prisoner who had no relief from his imprisonment and who couldn’t resist flexing his muscles whenever his host seemed to be distracted, but who seemed still to be making no serious escape attempts. Perhaps he didn’t dare to do so. Jasper got more intrigued by the reason for his prisoner’s plight as time wore on.

At last, when Jasper thought the four hours were nearly up, his phone rang. “Nibblett? Farquahson. Something’s come up. I’m afraid you’ll have to entertain your guest for a few hours longer than we thought. You won’t mind. Will you?”

“What!!!!?” Jasper did not maintain his composure that time.

“No time to explain, just keep him silent and make sure he doesn’t escape. I’ll explain later.”

“But - - how - - ?“

“Just a couple of hours. I’m sure you will cope. Good man,” and the phone went dead, cutting off the clipped voice at the other end.

Jasper had a lot of thinking to do. Should he go to a member of staff? Should he simply release his school-mate, who had been bound and gagged for about four hours already? What would his housemaster say when he found Ryder wearing just a jockstrap and secured helplessly in his cubicle? What the hell was going on? Jasper thought and, as he thought, Ryder began grunting into his gag and rattling his chair against the floor.

Jasper went to face him. Rob was flexing his thighs and his abs; and rocking the chair to and fro. It looked as though he was in need of a visit to the urinal.

“Want the bog, Ryder?” Rob nodded his head desperately. Jasper made up his mind: he was going to release his prisoner and worry about what Farquharson would do to him later. He explained that to Bobby.

“Nnnn! Nnnng!” That was a surprise, Rob seemed desperate for him not to do so.”

“What! You don’t want me to release you?” Rob shook his head. “But you do want to go to the loo?” Rob nodded. “OK, I’ll just take that gag off you so that you can explain.”

If he was capable of an explosion of action, Rob exploded. His entire body was shaking.

“OK. OK, the gag stays.” Rob calmed down. It didn’t make sense but Jasper agreed to leave the gag in place. Rob looked expectantly at his gaoler whilst still flexing his thighs and attempting to lean forwards.

After a couple of minutes consideration, Jasper explained what was about to happen. He would re-tie his prisoner, take him to the toilet, and give him a couple of minutes to relieve himself. Then he spotted another snag but, no, it was alright, Ryder only needed a wee.

Jasper had thought about a sensible order in which he would have to do things so that he would deny Ryder any opportunity for to escape, to prevent his removing his gag and to get him to the toilet. He ruled out allowing him to take a leak in his wash-basin even though both boys were now tall enough to understand the plumbing term ‘cock-high’ when used as an informal measurement when installing a wash-basin.

First, if Ryder was to be kept from speaking, which seemed to be Farquharson’s principal consideration, while his hands were fastened in front of him for obvious reasons, that gag would have to be reinforced (even though it still didn’t make sense to need to do so once Rob had turned down the opportunity to have the wretched thing removed altogether). Some of the things littering Jasper’s desk would come in handy there. He spotted some microfoam dressing and the plentiful remains of the black duct tape that he had used previously. They should delay any attempt to dislodge whatever that blue thing was that was obstructing the prisoner’s tongue.

Rob looked into his gaoler’s eyes as he brought the newly ripped-off rectangle of stretchy, white tape towards his face. He made no attempt to avoid it. Perhaps he was afraid of even worse punishment if he resisted or, especially, if he escaped? Things were very much a mystery to Jasper who moulded the microfoam to Rob’s face. It extended beyond the existing dressing and needed moulding to a certain extent under his chin. Jasper could still just about see the outline of his compressed lips. He couldn’t resist taking Ryder’s chin in his hands and rotating his head from side to side to inspect his work. The outraged snort was even fainter than usual. Jasper was pleased with his work – until the thought surfaced that he probably shouldn’t be enjoying himself. He released Rob in his embarrassment.

Jasper turned round for the duct-tape almost in an attempt to cover his reaction but what needed to be, needed to be. “Sorry, Ryder.” Rob looked at his tormentor and nodded slowly, just twice. Jasper told himself that it was an acknowledgement of Rob’s understanding of the fact that he was merely following orders. Rob seemed to try to hold still as Jasper shrouded his head from chin to nostrils with about six overlapping rounds of tape. That should slow him down if he decided to try to remove his gag,

That linen hood was quickly strapped round Ryder’s neck and the tape holding his arms to the chair was cut using the scissors that Jasper always kept in his desk drawer. There was a slight grunt from Rob. Jasper explained that he would untie Rob’s wrists as long as he would cooperate while he tied them in front of him. Rob nodded. Jasper did not want to strip him of his jockstrap and certainly did NOT want to have to help him get his dick out from behind it. However, with his hands tied in front of him, Ryder should have been able to get himself ready and stow things away again afterwards. Well, that was the theory, in any case.

His captor moved to be behind Rob Ryder and soon located the knots that were securing his arms. In spite of the recent reinforcements to his gag, he still managed a faint grunt as his arms fell to be loosely by his sides. “OK, Ryder, give them a bit of a shake.” Rob couldn’t thank Jasper but he certainly took him up on the offer. After about a minute, he presented his crossed wrists in front of him. Jasper was quite surprised that the rope marks were not as pronounced as the ones that resulted from his own tying of the captive’s arms earlier.

“Don’t cross them, just hold your arms out and don’t move.” Rob did so and Jasper adjusted them until his hands were a few centimetres apart and facing palm to palm. “Remember, keep still, now.” Rob nodded.

Jasper wrapped about four rounds of rope between his subject’s wrists and then used the remaining rope to cinch then together, forming a crude, but reasonably secure, rope cuff. He manipulated the bound limbs as if assessing Ryder’s situation. “They should be far enough apart; it’s not going to be that big!” Jasper thought he could risk a joke. Rob’s barely audible grunt was enigmatic.

“Right, keep ‘em in your lap and don’t play with it.” Jasper was certainly relaxing into the job more than he would have thought possible. He took the scissors and freed Rob’s knees and ankles from the chair legs. There was another of those muffled grunts as soon as Bobby was able to move once more. Jasper gave him as much time as he thought he dared before using the spare rope to tether his ankles to one another none too closely. Ryder nodded and snorted – appreciatively, or so it seemed.

Rob was now completely detached from the chair but, as far as Jasper could tell, was still defenceless. Certainly, he would be unable to do anything to free himself before his gaoler could stop him. Jasper considered tethering Rob somehow but decided that enough was enough. The concept of tethering Ryder did give him an idea for later, though.

Jasper grabbed the rope between Rob’s wrists and, after explaining what he was about to do, led the captive gently towards the toilet. Progress was somewhat slow. Rob was familiar with the layout of the toilets and, even once his foot had encountered the step up to the urinal, he hardly missed a beat as he climbed onto it even though the rope-cuff was only just about long enough to allow him to do so. Jasper released Rob’s wrists and he moved forwards a little more and rested his forehead on the wall.

“OK, I don’t know what Farquharson has against you but I can’t pull out now.” Rob nodded his head without removing his forehead from the wall. “You’ve got two minutes, then I’m coming back.” Rob must have been able to hear Jasper retiring but he wasted no time getting down to things.

Good on Jasper for making himself a coffee. I was enjoying mine as well while catching up on the latest chapter.

Keeping Rob's seated form facing away from him to keep his wrist restraints in view is a good move. Still, the mystery remains; why is the captain so adamant about staying gagged and not being freed? Let's hope Jasper gets to the bottom of it and gets some answers soon. If not for his sake then for our own! On that note, it's nice to see our makeshift gaoler enjoying him new role

I think he's feeling a bit guilty, still.
But I suspect that he might get over it.

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Jasper had a couple of minutes to consider his own position. No, he couldn’t pull out now; how would he be able to explain that he had kept the 4th-Year Sports Captain captive bound, gagged and almost naked in his cubicle for several hours? For goodness’s sake, it looked as if he was keeping a sex-slave. Yes, Jasper might have been a good bloke but he knew what one of them was! He waited for a little longer than two minutes and returned to his charge.

“All done?” Rob was standing with his head against the wall again as he nodded. Jasper was glad to see that his clothing, such as it was, was still in place. “OK, turn round.” Rob did so and Jasper couldn’t help noticing that there was not too much sign of a damp patch on the front of his support. Jasper felt something stirring slightly ‘down there’. He was glad Ryder was effectively hooded. While he had been waiting and thinking, Jasper had returned to his desk to collect something that he had noticed earlier: a somewhat longer soft, white rope than he had used so far.

“Hold your hands out, Prisoner.” Rob did so while Jasper located the middle of the rope. He HAD got an idea when deciding whether or not to tether his victim earlier. (He was also reminded of when he considered preventing Ryder from slipping off the chair.) It would make things much easier for him if the prisoner was not collected before Housemaster’s rounds. No, surely, the Deputy Head Prefect would rescue them both before then?

Jasper pushed the bight between Rob’s wrists and threaded the free-ends between the loop. He pulled the free rope as far through as possible until the rope bit against the rope-cuffs. The next thing the muscle-monkey felt was that he was being pulled forwards. He did his best to follow and his captor did his best to enable him to do so without mishap. Both boys made their way back to Cubicle 3 - slowly.

Jasper even got a bit apologetic as he manhandled his guest towards the same chair that he had only recently vacated, especially when he passed the tether between Rob’s legs. Rob’s outraged grunt was even fainter than usual. Jasper pushed his charge gently onto the seat, leaving him sitting on the double rope strands that had served as a lead. Jasper could not see the puzzled look on Rob’s face.

“Look sorry, Ryder, I need to secure you to that chair but, if Farquharson doesn’t come and get you soon, I’m going to need to move you before Dr. V. does his rounds.” It didn’t even dawn on Jasper that his Housemaster might expect to find Rob in his own cubicle when he visited the next Cell Block round. “Sorry, honest.” Jasper pulled the rope ends rather more firmly than was necessary and Rob’s wrists were forced down to his crotch. Jasper did not bother to check to see that his prisoner’s bits were not being pinched.

While Jasper worked, Rob tried as best he could to make sure the rope strands passed to each side of his support and what it contained. He made quite a good job of it before Jasper had threaded the ropes over a horizontal spar in the back of the chair and brought them round in front of his subject. Then he pulled tight once more before tying the ropes together in front of the captive. Rob was now pulled quite firmly against the back of the chair. Jasper examined his work. He had a lot of rope left and thought that, if he tied the free ends off again behind the chair, Ryder would be trapped even more efficiently. Not only that, the final knots would be well and truly away from Rob’s fingers if he had decided to try to escape. He did not notice that there was somewhat of an expression of interest inside that jockstrap as he pulled the rope tight.

The gaoler examined his captive once more. He decided against securing his ankles against the chair because he seemed secure enough as things were. And, of course, it would make it more difficult for him to release his captive from the chair if he needed to. Jasper forgot to remove the hood and Rob could hardly remind him.

Jasper thought he would get ready for the iminent Housemaster’s rounds. Dr. V. was used to the boys being ready for bed when he visited, so Jasper stripped down to his rather long boxers. The skankier youths slept in their boxers and the more hygienic ones tended to change into dedicated sleep-shorts. Very few wore pj’s but everyone had at least a pair of pyjama trousers just in case of a fire-drill or in case the Prefects decided to stage a call-out. Jasper reckoned he had about an hour before Dr. V. called. (Actually, should have been Dr. H. Mike van der Hoven was the popular Senior Housemaster, and his arrivals on his rounds seldom varied by more than about five minutes. He was also not one to go looking for trouble. If he found any, though, the culprit would be given time to think. After that, if the thinking failed to result in a satisfactory resolution, it was likely to be a hanging offence!)

Jasper left things for as long as he dared but there was no sign of Farquharson, nor any other Prefect for that matter. There was no one else in the pod to see him, Phillip being AWOL as has been explained already, so Jasper addressed his guest. “Look, Ryder, I can’t get into the box room until the end of term so I’m going to have to take you into the bog. Dr. V. won’t check in there. Understand?” Rob nodded. “Look, mate, I know that one noise from you could get me expelled,” Rob shook his head repeatedly, “But I’ve got no choice. You do understand that, don’t you?” Rob nodded once. Jasper’s heart-rate rose noticeably.

Having only recently tied his prisoner to the chair, it was only a few seconds before Jasper had separated him from it. There was a noticeable exhalation behind the hood as a considerably relieved Ryder slid forwards. However, Jasper had thought of another use for that tether. He lifted Ryder to his feet and lifted the trailing ropes up his back. That made Rob stand up a bit! After the initial surprise, though, he made no resistance. Jasper made a rather clumsy job of tying an overhand knot in both the rope strands and lifted the ropes again leaving the knot just about at the base of Ryder’s neck. Jasper emitted an involuntary, “Yess!” I reckon Rob knew what was coming but at least Jasper had the sense not to tie the rope directly round his prisoner’s neck.

Jasper fed one end of the rope over Rob’s right shoulder and back over his left and the other in the opposite direction. There was rather a lot of rope left but Jasper threaded one strand between the ropes running down Ryder’s back and pulled it through underneath the overhand knot. Then he simply tied the strands together and pulled. Rob’s arms straightened again and the loudest snort yet escaped from his nose as he danced around involuntarily as best he could. For the first time, Jasper thought he might have hurt the Sports Captain. He heard several follow-up heavy, nasal breaths as Rob settled down again. “Sorry, Ryder, honest.” Rob nodded slightly. He would have a bit of work to do to make himself comfortable as soon as he could.

Jasper knew that Dr. V. would pass through the lounge area and, if there was no one there, would check Cubicle 3 where he would expect to meet its occupant and then move on to Cubicle 8 in the more-or-less vain hope of finding Phillip. He was very unlikely to visit either the accommodation of those students who had weekend passes or the bathroom; Jasper had to hope that was to be the case on that evening because his thumb-print would not grant him access to other people’s accommodation.

Jasper waited for as long as he thought he could but eventually he needed to get on. “OK, Ryder?” Rob nodded. Jasper grabbed the ropes behind his back and pushed him forwards. He took things gently but Rob was shortly stood behind the door of the wc. Those gaps where the hinges are were going to be so useful.


At this point, an explanation of the difference between British and American versions of what the boys would probably term, “Public bogs,” might be useful. Wc doors tend to be hung on industrial-sized hinges, leaving quite a gap between the door and the door-jamb. However, unlike the American version which, as understood by the Author, was designed by the USAPT* and installed under the supervision of the AUV**, there are panels attached to the door-jambs to provide privacy for the incumbents.

*United States Association of Peeping Toms
**American Union of Voyers

So far, so good. Only hours to go, what could go wrong?

Two hours, yes. Should be alright then!
After all, @blackbound, would I let anything nasty happen to my protagonists?