Stories of Tie Up Games

Kidnapped from the beach (M/m) - request from @myaltbob2 - Part 05

Part 1

As you return to your spot after a swim, you're shocked. All your things are gone! Clothes, wallet, cell phone - everything!

I immediately go over to you, expressing dismay at your loss and offering to help you search. Since the beach is quite large, I recommend you split up. Wearing swimwear and barefoot, you separate and begin the search.

I, however, stay with you, as I supposedly know the beach like the back of my hand. I make sure to move the search area further and further away from the crowds, towards a secluded bush.

When I reach the bush, I claim to have spotted something and ask you to take a closer look. But as soon as you're behind the bush, I shove you from behind.

You fall on your stomach. I use the moment of shock to cover your mouth with one hand and hold a knife to your throat with the other. "Not a sound and hands behind your back!"

You obey and watch in shock as I tear a T-shirt—no, not ONE T-shirt, YOUR missing T-shirt—into strips. I use one strip to tie your hands tightly behind your back, the second strip to tie your bare feet together, and the third to secure your socks—which were also missing until just a moment ago—in your mouth.

But not only do your clothes reappear as if by magic, but also your cell phone. Since it's not locked, I dial the number of one of your friends who's with you at the beach from the address book and whisper in your ear: "Now tell your friend down there that they can call off the search. You've found your things, but you're too worried about them to go home right away. But don't make a mistake if you value your life!"

Part 2

You briefly consider whether you can run away – but with your bare feet bound on the hot sand, you're clearly at a speed disadvantage compared to me. And then the voice of one of your friends comes over the loudspeaker. With a halting voice, you say what I've instructed you to do. Your friends find this very unfortunate, but they also understand your supposed concern about another theft.

When you hang up, I untie your feet but retie your legs just above the knees. Then I wrap you in your beach towel, which reaches from your shoulders to just above your knees. Long enough that no one notices that your hands and legs are bound. And your knee restraints allow you to take normal-sized steps, but only at a slow pace. Another towel over your head also conceals the gag that's been reapplied from prying eyes.

If any of the other bathers ask, I'll tell them you've got sunstroke and I'm taking you into the shade. That way, no one suspects anything, and with your gag-muffled groans, you unintentionally support my version of the story as we continue walking across the hot sand.

You can't see through the towel over your head, but you can hear us getting farther and farther away from the busy part of the beach. After what feels like an eternity, you suddenly feel something cold on your bare feet. You take a deep breath and enjoy the cooling effect of the water.

I turn you a quarter turn and lead you further. The water is up to your ankles at first, but rises a little higher with each step. Panic also rises within you when you realize I'm leading you out to sea! You're normally a good swimmer, but will that be the case with your arms and knees tied?

But when the water reaches just below your bound knees, you bump into something hard. Before you can think about it further, you suddenly feel a push from behind and fall... - no, not into the water, but into something hollow and hard. What is that?

Lying on your stomach, I first tie your bare feet again and then tie them to your bound hands - a tight hogtie, which I also tie to something else. Then I remove your blindfold. With horror, you realize: You are - on a wooden rowboat!

Continuation possible after feedback, if desired.

i’m in trouble…

i’d love to see a continuation!

Glad you like it.

Hope it stays that way after

Chapter 3

You definitely imagined your next cruise differently – in a deck chair on the sundeck of a steel ship, smeared with sunscreen, a sweet non-alcoholic cocktail in your hand, and the latest summer hits on the radio.

And now? You're lying on your stomach, hands and feet tightly bound together. The 'ship of steel' is a tiny wooden boat, helplessly exposed to the waves. Fortunately, the water's surface is relatively calm at the moment. But the sun burns mercilessly on your back, but especially on the soles of your bare feet, which you unfortunately forgot to put on sunscreen, since you mostly wanted to bury them in the sand anyway. But your hogtie bondage leaves your soles unprotected from the invisible bombardment of UV rays. Every step will surely hurt for the next few days until the sunburn heals. And you'll have to wear long-sleeved T-shirts for a while to conceal the pale marks the ropes leave on the otherwise sun-tanned skin of your wrists.

You'll also have to forgo the cocktail. Your dry tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth. Your thirst is tormenting you more and more. But all around you is salt water—and even that's out of reach for you, tied up as you are.

And the background music is rather monotonous. Since I consistently refuse to engage in conversation, you only hear three sounds, but they're nonstop: First: The screeching of the seagulls, who please don't choose you as a target for what comes out the back! Second: The sound of the waves. And third: The beating of the oars. A monotony that's soporific. You yawn into your gag and slowly drift off to dreamland...

Suddenly, you wake up, realizing something horrible: If I throw you overboard here, you won't be able to swim because your hands and feet are tied together. And your body will either rot on the seabed or be digested in the stomach of a hungry shark. The perfect crime!

You frantically tug at your bonds again, which are still as tight as before. Tears well up in your eyes. But then you think to yourself: If I really wanted to throw you overboard, I would have done it long ago. So there's a good chance I want to keep you alive. At least, that's what you tell yourself. But you're not sure.

A sudden impact tears you from your thoughts. Luckily, you're tied so tightly that you couldn't fall overboard or crash into the side of the boat. The boat seems to have run aground. For a brief moment, you instinctively want to use this moment to run away—until the memory of the hogtie you're still bound in robs you of all illusions. You glance up briefly—and spot a small island which the boat ran aground. At first glance, it doesn't look inhabited.

What happens on the island stays on the island—or is recounted after feedback.

that would be an awful sunburn to have…

also i just wanted to say thank you for writing this! excited for chapter 4!

I can't wait to read the following chapters!

Thank you.

Chapter 4:

At first, you struggle against your bonds, but eventually, my silence and the sound of the oars smoothly cutting through the water allow you to fall asleep.

You don't know how long you've been sleeping, but a jolt finally tears you from your dreams. You're violently shaken. Then you try to feel your body for possible injuries from the unexpected impact, but something holds your hands. You're startled: What's wrong with you? And where are you anyway? Not in your bed, that`s for sure!

Slowly, the headache goes away and at the same time the memories return: your friends on the beach, your kidnapping, and... - now you know where you are: tied up on a boat that's just run aground.

I untie your hogtie rope - not without giving your bare soles a short but intensive tickle - but leave your hands and legs bound. Then I slowly lift your bound legs over the side of the boat. You flinch as your bare feet dip into the cold water. The water only reaches your ankles this close to the shore.

After finding a secure footing in the shallow water, you look over to the island – and suspect that you won't be leaving it for quite some time. "Holiday under the palm trees" was something you imagined a little differently!

On the other side, you are very happy you are still alive - and not just being digested in a shark's stomach!

A little bit shorter this time, but continued after feedback.

whats gonna happen on the island…

Digested in a shaks' stomach does not sound fun, how about just keeping him tied up and tickling his feet. (unless he tries getting away then it's every shark for itself).

Chapter 5:

I let you hop ashore. At first, you're quite happy that the shallow water at the shore is cooling your burned feet a bit. But soon, you're hopping out of the water and onto the hot sand...

No, not sand! Small pebbles, which fortunately aren't sharp, but still make it difficult for you to keep your balance. And even if they're too blunt to hurt you, skin contact with them isn't exactly pleasant either!

You pause several times, and each time I drive you relentlessly forward. You're living only from one step to the next. The path seems miles long—and you have no idea where or how it will end.

But at some point, I order you to sit down. That's worth more to you than all the money in the world right now. Without hesitation, you sit down and lean your back against a nearby palm tree. To your great surprise, I let you do it.

You only realize why when I pull your hands behind the trunk you're leaning against and tie them crosswise. The fact that you'll never get out of here without help doesn't matter to you at the moment – ​​you simply enjoy the warm wind on your sore, bare feet. It feels good!

You see me walking back to the boat, but it doesn't bother you. Slowly, the pain in your feet subsides, and you enjoy the rays of sunshine. If you weren't tied to this palm tree, it would almost be like a vacation.

You're about to close your eyes in pleasure when you notice a sign out of the corner of your eye. "Private! Enter at your own risk!"

Feedback as always.

Palm trees sure come in handy to tie a kidnapped prisoner's palms behind his back and the tree.

it does not seem like i’m leaving this island any time soon…

wow

it seem. the poor kiddo is in a big problem...

taken to an isolated island... and the kidnapper not show yet whats his intentions

Chapter 6

When you read the sign, you suddenly feel completely different: Since no one—including you—is officially allowed to enter this island, no one will look for you here! At most, the owner of the island might discover you, but what if the owner and your kidnapper are accomplices? Or even one and the same person? After all, you've barely noticed this island so far, so you know nothing about its ownership.

Or the island is only inhabited seasonally by the owner, you think. Worst case, when he arrives in a few months, he'll find only your skeleton tied to a tree! Maybe you'll even become famous—as an exhibit in the Natural History Museum.

Although nothing has actually changed, your fear alone makes you perceive the sand several degrees hotter and the grains of sand blown into your face twice as sharp. Even the soles of your burned feet suddenly feel hot again. Sweat is pouring from every inch of your body. And the sand scrub suddenly feels like tiny needles digging into your skin. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth. The ropes around your wrists have tightened. And the sun burning down on you mercilessly intensifies these feelings.

What is real, what is imagination? Is it all just a dream you're having in your cool bed? And is that silhouette of a person slowly approaching just a mirage?

Stay tuned and give us feedback to find out.