Stories of Tie Up Games

Home alone, fourteen year old Trevor was woken from his slumber at two in the morning by a gloved hand covering his mouth. He was warned by the intruder not to make a sound as a cloth was stuffed in his mouth and another cloth was tied around his head, silencing the boy. Tucked in tight under the sheets, the bare chested boy had no chance to fight off his assailant.

The sheets were pulled back, Trevor was flipped onto his stomach and rough ropes secured his hands behind his back. His ankles received the same treatment. The robber then warned the boy to stay put while he went about his business.

Three years of practising self-bondage and wrestling classes were now to come in handy for Trevor. The ropes were simply tied around his wrists and ankles without being cinched, so it took him just a few minutes to free himself.

Trevor had become quite proficient at some of the wrestling moves he had studied at the wrestling academy he had attended. These moves were now to be put into practice in a real sense.

Arising from his bed, Trevor crept through the house on his bare feet trying to locate the intruder.

Trevor located the man in another bedroom while he was rifling through some drawers.

Creeping up behind the man on his bare feet on the carpet, Trevor made no noise as he lunged at the man, throwing a sheet over his head and pulling it down around his neck. The man was taken by surprise but he turned around, arms flailing, trying to make contact with Trevor.

This is where Trevor’s wrestling expertise bore fruit. He had learned in the academy ways of taking down a much stronger opponent.
The man was taken in a half nelson, flipped over onto his back and a suplex applied by Trevor virtually immobilised him. With the ropes Trevor had been tied up with in his hands, he was quick to wrench the man’s hands behind him and lash the ropes around his hands. When his ankles were also tied, the man was at Trevor’s mercy. The sheet was obscuring the man’s vision but Trevor pulled it from his face and used it to hogtie the man.

“Now that’s how to tie up someone properly, not like you did to me.”

“Let me go, you young c…..” “When I get free you’re gonna pay for this.”

To prevent any further threats and obscenities coming from the man’s mouth, Trevor took off the man’s sneakers and long socks. One sock was stuffed into his mouth and the other was tied through his partially open mouth and fixed at the back of his head.

The man grunted and tried (unsuccessfully) to rid himself of the ropes, but to no avail. Trevor had also paid attention in the knot-tying classes at the scout group.

“Now, what shall we do with you, mister robber? I bet the police would like to have a few words with you.” Trevor pulled out his phone and had dialled 99 before a blow to his head sent the phone flying and also knocked the boy unconscious.

Good beginning. A blow to the back of Trevor's head could this possibly mean more suspenseful chapters are coming.

WOW, great story, I also like the way the characters are tied up please the sequel as soon as possible

Oh Boy, Trevor‘s gonna pay for that. I wonder what the intruder has in mind

Part 2 of 3 ......

Where there’s one robber, they often come in pairs!

The second robber stood over his hogtied mate and began to laugh out loud. “Oh Pete, how did a young kid do this to you?” he chuckled. “I should leave you like this while I go through the rest of the house.”

Pete didn’t appreciate his mate’s sick joke and began to thrash around on the floor with pleading eyes begging to be released.

“OK, just wait a minute while I take care of this kid. Luckily I’ve brought a couple of rolls of duct tape with me. You never know when you have to use it.”

Robber number two, whose name was Butch, lifted Trevor onto the bed, placed him face down and proceeded to tape up the boy.

The duct tape that Butch used was not the normal tape which causes a ripping sound when coming off the roll and can be easily torn. It was a stickier, shinier version which glues itself to its target and cannot be torn – it has to be cut with a knife or scissors.

Trevor’s hands were crossed and the tape began its journey around and over his wrists in all directions until all the skin from above his wrists, down to his hands, were covered in the shiny black tape. Even the boy’s fingers were not spared, curled up and taped into a ball. While this was happening Trevor had not moved a muscle as he was still in the land of the fairies.

“There, that’s his hands taken care of. Let’s get that gag off you Pete.” Said Butch as he untied the sock silencing his mate and then pulled the sodden sock from his mouth. “Ah, that’s much better” said a grateful Pete. “Now get me out of these ropes. The kid must have learnt his knots at the scouts.”

“Just wait Pete until I tape his legs. I don’t want him running away when he wakes up.” “I guess you’d like to finish off his taping.”

“I sure as hell would. Just untie me.” “The kid caught me by surprise from behind. He used some sort of jiu-jitsu on me. He must be some type of Jedi master.” Pete was mixing up a Brazilian martial art with Star Wars.

Butch turned Trevor onto his back and proceeded to encompass his ankles, side by side, in a dozen wraps of the sticky tape. At this point Trevor was coming to his senses and shook his throbbing head. He had one hellluva headache from the blow Butch had inflicted.

“Wha.. Where… Where am I? What happened?” Trevor’s brain was still scrambled. “Who are you?”

“You’re still at home, kid, and I gave you a little tap on the head. My name doesn’t matter. We’ll soon be out of here.”

Butch then moved to his prone partner and released the ropes which had bound him. Pete jumped up, grabbed the duct tape from Butch and waved it in Trevor’s face.

“Remember me, kid? I was the one who tied you up before. Maybe I didn’t do a great job then, but now I’m gonna mummify you with this tape. Let’s see you escape this time, ha ha.”

Trevor knew he was at the men’s mercy and dreaded what would become of him. He certainly didn’t want to be mummified!

Pete certainly wasn’t going to go easy on the boy. He started by extending the tape from his ankles to tape over his feet and toes until all the skin disappeared.

Pete then took the rope which had bound him just moments ago and tied the first section around Trevor’s legs just above his knees and cinched it tightly. The remainder of the ropes found its way around Trevor’s bare chest and arms at least half a dozen times and cinched between his arms and body.

With that taken care of, Pete continued his tape assault on Trevor wrapping his legs all the way from his ankles, over his knees and up to his upper thighs.

Ropes had fastened Trevor’s arms and body together but layers of duct tape further imprisoned his limbs and body. Trevor was taped all the way from his stomach to the top of his shoulders. Only his head and his shorts were spared the tape, though that was soon to change.

“The ropes and tape are too tight, man” complained Trevor “I cant move and I’m finding it hard to breath. No more, please.”

“I aint finished yet kid” said Pete. “You gagged me with socks, so it’s only fair that I gag you.” “I found some of your socks in a drawer so suck on these.” Two of Trevor’s dress socks were pushed, with difficulty, into the boy’s mouth until his cheeks looked like a chipmunk storing nuts in its mouth.”

Trevor could barely make a noise but even his faint mmmphs became even more indistinct when Peter wrapped the tape ten times over his mouth and around his head. The boy was now truly helpless, covered in mountains of duct tape over his whole body and his mouth. He wont be freed until someone helped him out of his bonds.

“There, now try and get out of THAT” taunted Pete. Butch and Pete then continued on with their rampage through the rooms of the house.
After about an hour Trevor heard the front door slam shut and he was left on his own, looking like a black worm, wriggling around the floor. There would be no-one coming to the house for at least two days.

Two days of hell for Trevor.

Poor Trevor

He shouldn’t have made any problems… would have been better for him

cool story, I'm looking forward to part 3

Trevor will probably never get out of that taping, poor Trevor.

Part 3

Trevor tried to stay calm and consider his options, though they were few.

If he could find a protrubing nail or a sharp corner of an object he might be able to tear through the tape. That option quickly faded in his mind as there was an awful lot of tape to be got rid of. Even if he managed that, his hands, legs and arms were still tied with rope.

Option two was to get rid of the socks and tape that were gagging him and yell for help. His previous screams were barely audible and the man had plastered layers of tape over his sock filled mouth, making that option next to zero.

A third option was to roll his taped body over and over until he located a door he could bash down with his feet. He then remembered that the doors in the house were of solid oak so a fifteen year old boy was not going to smash them down. Also, when he rolled over from his back to be face down, he found he couldn’t then roll onto his back.

The only alternative was to do nothing, save his energy and wait for a rescue. Who would come to rescue him he didn’t know and now that he was face down he was more uncomfortable than ever. If only he had let matters be, stay where he was when originally tied up and let the man go about his business. He had to play the hero, didn’t he, and it had backfired spectacularly. His mates at the scouts and wrestling academy would get a huge laugh if they saw the predicament he was now in

He had once heard that sweat from struggling would loosen tape bonds after a period of time. It doesn’t! Trevor was now face down and covered in sweat but, if anything, the tape was tighter now than when he was first wrapped up. Even the tears he shed that drifted onto his tape gag had no effect.

Trevor heard his phone ring three times. Someone was trying to contact him. After the third missed call there was someone banging on the front door for several minutes. Trevor tried his best to call to them but his faint mmmmpphhs were obviously hot heard and the person, whoever it was, ceased knocking and went away.

Trevor’s parents had gone on a vacation and he felt more and more like that McCallister kid in Home Alone. The difference was that Macauley Culkin was not taped up to within an inch of his life.

Trevor’s spirits were lifted considerably when he heard someone at the front door, open it and walk in. His heart then sank when he saw that Butch and Pete had returned! Trevor recoiled in horror when Pete bent down to pick him up. In a flash, Pete disappeared!

He was replaced by two of Trevor’s mates from the wrestling academy. They sat down next to him, poking him all over his taped body and laughing. “You look like a black worm” one of the said. However, they also just as quickly disappeared.

Trevor was in some sort of delirium as his mind wandered, contemplating how he would get out of this fix. Eventually the boy drifted off into a deep sleep where more dreams overtook him.

When he eventually woke, the taste of the gag was still everpresent. He instinctively reached up to remove the gag and unwound it from around his head. How could he do that?
It took some time for Trevor that he was not only ungagged, but he was free of all that duct tape. He slowly rose to his feet and pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming again. No, he was free and there was no sign of the tape. Some Good Samaritan had freed him of his tape bonds and left without waiting for his thanks.

Who was it? Trevor never did find out and it remained one of the great mysteries of his life.

Nightmares and Closet Monsters are very powerful forces.

That end was… strange

But also really good, that was an amazing story!