Stories of Tie Up Games

I'd been waiting until a clear story idea came to me before I started posting on here again, and I think I've got one.

I'll write in parts, so it gives me some flexibility.

Part 1:

David Korbeau was out in the backyard, bent over a push-lawn mower that was propped up on its side, as he squinted at the underside. The father had been mowing the grass when the machine had jammed, and halted his progress that afternoon. The well-muscled father was clean shaven, with short black hair, wearing work boots, jeans, and tank-top while he worked.

Detecting the error, David removed his work gloves and headed back to the house, going back up the stairs to the main level so he could fetch what he needed for repairs from the garage.

His wife, Diana Korbeau, was already well into a active cleaning of the entire house; weekends were maintenance periods for the parents of the family, ensuring that they could focus on more important tasks for the rest of the work week.

"Finished cutting the grass already?" Diana asked, stepping down from the stool she'd been using to help her dust the tops of the kitchen cabinets. The fit woman had long raven hair, tucked under a white handkerchief to keep it out of her brown eyes, and wore gray jeans also, and had a blue buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled-up her arms.

"Lawn mower blade got warped," David told his wife, letting out a sigh as he passed her, heading for the garage. "The darn thing got jammed...but don't worry; I've got a replacement blade in the garage."

"Tony's in there, just so you know," Diana informed her husband, causing David to stop just short of leaving.

"Really?" he asked. "What's the boy getting up to in there?"

Diana shook her head. "Playing one of his silly tie up games again," she said. "I told him to be careful, and not be too loud for the neighbors."

David tried to suppress a bark of laughter, as he left the kitchen to enter the garage.

Letting himself inside, the outer doors of the garage were thankfully pulled shut, concealing a large space where the family parked their truck and minivan, as well as David's supply of spare tools hanging on a workspace on the wall, and lining the shelves.

The light inside the garage was already switched on, and seated on a wooden chair in front of his workstation was his ten year old son, Anthony...who preferred his shortened name, Tony...actively grunting & shaking in the seat.

"Mmmph!" Tony greeted in surprise, turning his head upon seeing his father enter the garage. "Hym, Dmnd!"

The boy had apparently "borrowed" some of David's supplies from his shelves...grey duct tape had been wrapped around Tony's ankle socks, holding his feet together; and his son had taken the bundle of white rope the father used to secure cargo in the back of his truck, and used the cord to tie himself against the back of the wooden chair.

Tony turned to face himself back forward, his arms rigid at his sides underneath the rope, and continued struggling. "Hlmmph!" the boy exclaimed, rocking the chair slightly from his movements. "Hlmmph!"

Tony had used the same duct tape to gag himself, evidently placing several strips over his mouth, the roll just sitting on the edge of the nearby workstation.

"Bad guys gotcha again, eh son?" David observed, paying the lad little mind as he went over to find his replacement lawn mower blade, needing to push a few tools aside in order to reach it on the shelf.

"Mm-hmm!" Tony confirmed, nodding his head at his father, who's back faced his son as he pulled the long hunk of metal down.

"Kidnapping, or did you go poking around somewhere you shouldn't have?" his father asked as he turned around, as Tony shook his head to the first guess, and nodded to the second.

"Mm gmt cmghmnt snmpng!" Tony said through the duct tape, flexing against the ropes. "Thym tmnd mm umpf!"

"Well, that's the price you pay for snooping, I guess," David laughed, giving his son's black hair a tussle, before turning to head back inside the house.

"Make sure you put everything back where you found it," he instructed to Tony, the boy nodding in agreement.

"Mm wlmph," Tony promised, before he went back to pushing against his bindings, presumably to work on his dramatic escape, as his father shut the door behind him.

"How's Tony?" Diana asked, when her husband returned to the kitchen from the garage.

"Held hostage by his own imagination," David chuckled. "Surprises me with his acting, sometimes."

"I wonder where he got all this nonsense about kidnapping, ropes and gags from," the mother sighed, pulling a vacuum cleaner out from the closet.

"Oh, I did the same sort of thing around his age," David replied. "Hardy Boys, or Cops & Robbers, with my friends & brothers."

"Is that so?" his wife responded wryly. "I blame television."

"What can you do?" David said to her, sparing her a kiss on the cheek as he went back downstairs to head outside and finish mowing the lawn.

A little over a half hour later, both parents had completed their most demanding chores for the weekend, and were casually chatting over cups of coffee, when their son, Tony, came back inside from the garage, completely fine.

"I put everything back, Dad," Tony said to his father, as the boy headed for the refrigerator to grab a cold bottled water.

"Son, we've been meaning to ask you...we've been finding you tied up a bit more frequently these past few weeks," David started, broaching the subject casually.

"You nearly gave me a heart-attack when I found you wrestling around inside your closet, with that bandana covering your face," his mother added. "What were those you were using, handcuffs?"

"Their fake," Tony assured, ginning sheepishly. "My friend Joe from school let me borrow them."

"At any rate...your mother and I have been wondering if there's a particular reason for it," David told him.

To the boy's credit, Tony did seem to ponder this somewhat, before answering.

"I read about it in some mystery novels, at first," he finally answered. "Didn't really understand it, at first."

David looked over at his wife, mouthing the words "Told you silently to her.

"Then I saw the same sort of scenes from the book on TV," Tony went on. "Kidnappers holding people for ransom, or villains holding people hostage, in shows or cartoons, keeping them tied up...Batman, Scooby Doo, stuff like that. So I thought I'd try it out."

"So you're just playing games?"

Tony shrugged. "It's fun!" he said brightly. "Makes it feel like I'm part of some story; like I got kidnapped for a ransom."

"Being tied up?" his mother inquired, flabbergasted.

"Well...mostly," Tony pointed out. "It's actually pretty hard tying myself up in a way that actually feels real." He shrugged again. "I dunno...I can always get out."

A thought seemed to occur to the boy just then.

"Hey...maybe you can help me, one of these days!" Tony said brightly, looking up between his parents.

"What...kidnap our own son?" Diana said, with barely contained amusement for her child.

"As a game, yeah!" Tony said excitedly. "Whaddya say!?"

"I say that maybe it's time for a break, kid," David said to his son firmly. "Go hit the showers, or do some homework, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah....I'm on it," Tony sighed, scampering off upstairs to his room.

Diana was folding her arms as David glanced over at his wife. "Doesn't seem like he's going to drop this habit anytime soon," the father remarked, sipping his coffee.

"I can't believe he actually asked us to participate," Diana sighed, shaking her head.

"Well..."

"David!"

"The boy has an creative imagination," David said to her. "He's more rambunctious than his sisters...maybe he could benefit from some help from us."

"From us?!" his wife responded incredulously.

"Who better?" David challenged. "Plus, we'd get to spend time with our son, instead of him squirreling himself away for us to randomly stumble upon." He barked laughter. "And you would know where he is, wouldn't have to keep track."

"You're impossible," Diana giggled, moving to place her empty mug in the sink.

"It's just a thought," David defended, draining his own mug. "We could surprise him, one day with it."

Diana turned off the sink faucet, crossing her arms again as she turned around.

"Fine, alright," she sighed, narrowing her eyes at her husband. "I'll play along with this absurdity...what did you have in mind?"

David rubbed his jaw, drumming his hand on the kitchen counter, before smiling back at his wife.

"Right, here's a thought," he said back to her. "One day this week, after he gets out of school..."

I'm liking this!

This is a great start!
It would be wonderful if, after his parents have him totally helpless, his sisters decide to take advantage of the situation and tickle him insane.

Great story , I sure hope it is continued soon.

I have a feeling Tony is in for a Real Good Tie Up that he didn't expect so soon, I do hope they remember to tickle him all over.. Remember Tony, when the time comes, revenge is sweet and its as much fun tieing up your parents as getting tied up by them. Start practicing your knots and tape work young man.

This looks promising. Very promising! I‘m curious to see how events will unfold

I loved it. I really want the next part

The mighty Detective Gag is back! Great offering, I can't wait to see what happens to Tony after he gets out of school later that week.

Very good start. Well written and fun. You have the beginning of what could become an ongoing series. Continue!

This is gonna be a series...

Interesting start. He is lucky that he has a dad who understands his interest in TuGs. He would be surprised when they kidnap him one day as part of a game without warning

Great start looks like this is going to be an interesting fun series.

I like it that the mother first thinking of it as a silly idea, but then she is getting into it. I'd like her to be the enthusiastic part when it comes to the binding like 'we have to make it tighter, he can get out easy' or something like that. And I'd like to talk the parents about their plans before it comes to the action, maybe the evening before they do it when getting to sleep in their bed. ('What do you think about the gag? Should we use the tape from the garage?' 'Maybe. But I would say it's too rough. What about the clear tape you use for all the parcels you send back?')

To cut things short: Very nice start.

So Far, so very good! Please continue!

Great start!

(Part 2)


Awaiting pick-up outside of his private school, Tony stood idle as he watched his classmates pile into the buses, all of them wearing their identical school uniforms, albeit some of them with or without their blazer jackets.

A fun school, but nonetheless adhering to a strict dress code, the uniform consisted of blue ties, white button-up shirts, grey jackets or vests, and black dress pants & polished shoes. Girl students were permitted gray, blue or black skirts; but that was more or less the allowance to any variety, at Tony’s preppy educational establishment.

As the sea of academic students slowly dispersed amidst the departing buses, Tony squinted around for his mother’s minivan, which usually arrived shortly after school got out.

After waiting just under ten minutes, Tony finally saw the vehicle pull up…a large black, family-sized minivan his mom used most of the time. Tony’s family had gotten their window’s tinted on all their cars…apparently, to dissuade potential thieves from peering inside for valuables that may have gotten left there…so Tony only saw his own reflection against the glass as the vehicle rolled up to the curb, at the end of the sidewalk.

The side door of the minivan opened automatically, and Tony started to climb inside the first row of backseats, as was the standard routine.

“Hey, Mom,” Tony greeted, not even bothering to look up as he clambered into the van, setting his book bag down. “How was you…RMPH!?”

Tony was briefly taken aback as he felt a hand press against his mouth, and an arm wrapped around his around him.

“Hmmph!?” Tony said, briefly struggling, before he looked up to see his father, sitting in the driver’s seat, turning back to grin at his son.

“Hey, kid,” he said. “How was school?”

“Dmnd?” Tony asked, surprised to see his father being the one driving; though the reason quickly became apparent.

“Your father thought we might surprise you today," Tony heard his mother say into his ear, recognizing her voice.

"Mmph?" Tony asked, settling down once he realized who had grabbed him. "Srmpsm?"

"Sorry, kiddo," David said, as he started the engine, putting the vehicle in drive. "This...is a kidnapping."

Tony's brown eyes widened in genuine shock...followed quickly by slow-building excitment.

Of all the things he might've expected to happen after school that day...this hadn't even been on the list!

His father driving through the school parking lot, turning left at the stop sign, before they began cruising down the road, back to their neighborhood.

Tony began wriggling in his mother's grip, pretending to call for help beneath his mom's palm. "Hlmmph!" he mumbled. "Smbdymph hlmph!"

Diana started laughing, as she struggled to wrangle her son & keep her hand over his mouth, unaccustomed to this sort of physical exercise. "Whoah, hang on!" she said, as Tony tried shuffling himself away from her, towards the other end of the seating. "Settle down!"

"Having trouble back there?" David asked his wife, as he kept his eyes on the road in front of him.

"He's a squirrely one!" Diana replied back, trying to drag Tony back her way, as he kept grunting into her hand.

"Well then, you better get him tied up!" David suggested, causing Tony to pause, nodding his head in agreement. "Use that rope back there!"

Confused, Tony then saw out of the corner of his eye that his mother had a duffel bag at her feet; and inside, was some of the white rope from their garage.

"Mmph!" Tony exclaimed, as his mom kept one hand on his mouth, while reaching down to pull a short length of the rope from the bag.

"Oh, dear..." she muttered, unfurling the cord in front of her uncertainly, trying to untangle it.

Diana had to briefly release her grip from Tony so she could straighten the rope, as the boy immediately began talking loudly.

"Who are you!?" he accused, immediately jumping into character as he pretended that his parents were strangers. "Let me go!"

Tony tried to lurch away again, but his mother quickly halted him, pulling his hands behind his back.

"Sit still...!" she said, laughing as she tried wrapping the rope around his wrists.

"You won't get away with this!" Tony exclaimed, as his mother tried to figure out how to tie the knot. "When my mom & dad find out about this...!"

His father glanced into the rearview mirror, sharing a knowing look with his wife as she slowly tightened the rope around his hands. "Well, as it turns out, it's them we want the money from," he said back to him. "I'm sure that they'll pay a small fortune for their brat."

"Let me go!" Tony yelled again, his hands now bound behind him. "Let me...! Gmmph!"

His mother clamped her hand down over his mouth again, Tony squirming indignantly as he was silenced. "Shh...stop all that shouting!" she said to him.

"Better gag the brat," his father advised, and Tony could hardly believe his ears when he said that.

"Uh...how?" his mother asked, as Tony shook under her grip.

"There's a roll of duct tape in the bag," David clarified, and Diana leaned back down to fish around inside the duffel, her fingers finally finding a roll of white duct tape that had been buried under the ropes.

"Oh!" she said, releasing her hands to dig her fingernails under the edge of the tape. "Isn't this...serious."

"It's not that bad," Tony said to his mother, briefly breaking character as she tentatively pulled a short length of the duct tape from the roll, flinching at the ripping sound it made. "Just put a few pieces over my mouth!"

"You heard the boy," David said to his wife jokingly. "Shut him up."

Diana shook her head, and carefully tore the piece of tape from the roll, careful to not let the ends stick to each other as she pinched the corners between her fingers.

"Hey!" Tony cried out, jumping back into character as his mother held the tape up to his face, recoiling. "You won't get away with this! You won't...! Mmph!"

His mother quickly pressed the white tape over his lips, cutting off his melodramatic cries.

"Hmmph!" Tony exclaimed, eyes widening in response to the gag, as his mother let out a delighted laugh. "Mmph!"

"Wow!" she breathed, as Tony moved his lips beneath the tape. "Works better than I thought!"

"Grmmph...!" Tony responded in annoyance, twisting in the car seat as his mother tore off two more pieces of the tape, and smoothed them over the first, until a wide white rectangle now was plastered over his lower face.

"There, that's better," his father said from the driver's seat, meeting his son's gaze as the boy looked up at him from above his gag.

"Tmk thm gmg mmf!" Tony mumbled, bobbing his head at his parents, puffing out his cheeks beneath the sticky tape. "Lmnt mm gmmph!"

"Aw...you look adorable like that, darling!" his mother giggled, unable to maintain her character as Tony went red from embarrassment.

"Time to get the brat back to the hideout," his father declared, having already reached the edge of their neighborhood, Tony recognizing where they were at, through the window glass.

"Hlmmph!" Tony continued to softly say, letting the gag perform its function, darting his head to look out both side windows, as though looking for a rescuer who might save him. "Hlmmph!"

"It's no use, kid!" his mother said sweetly, as she ran her thumbs over the white tape again, as she smoothed out the wrinkles. "Just relax, and we'll get you somewhere safe until we, uh...send for the ransom money!"

"Gmmph!" Tony muttered in response, feigning his distress as he secretly could barely contain his excitement.

He didn't know what else his parents had planned, for whatever this "kidnapping" game entailed, as they neared their house...but Tony hoped that it wasn't going to end any time soon...!

Another great episode, this is build nicely

Amazing! I‘m really excited for part 3 already

Whoa! Cool!

This story is moving along nicely!

That was a great update. I love how Tony was playing his part so we'll, and that his parents played along. I'm on the edge of my seat for part 3!