Stories of Tie Up Games

This is a response to my own "How Would" from the perspective of the kidnapper.

I handed off the briefcase to the man in front of me. He opened it to reveal $100,000 in cash and smiled. So far, the deal had been a success. We picked the perfect location: an old warehouse that had been out of use for years. Cops didn't even bother patrolling the place and it wasn't the type of location to attract unwanted attention. Plus, we were hidden behind some crates, if the location wasn't enough to drive people away. I shook his hand and he walked off with the briefcase.

I turned around when suddenly, I saw someone. He couldn't have been more than 16. He was carrying a backpack and was wearing a headlight.
"Shit," I thought, "What the hell is a kid doing here? One of those urban explorers, looks like". I sighed, "I'm gonna have to take care of this aren't I?". I slowly approached him.

"Hey kid, how much did you see? I'm sure I can give you more than whatever going to the cops will get you," I said slyly. "Just tell me what you want and I'll make it happen." The kid looked visibly nervous and was backing away as I advanced. I started preparing myself to take care of a runner, grabbing my duffel bag as I moved towards him.

"I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you kid-" Before I could finish my sentence, he booked it towards the exit. I sighed and started to chase after him. I had scoped out the building beforehand to make sure I had any potential escape routes, but I hadn't thought that it would come in handy to deal with witnesses. I saw the route he was taking, and I quickly thought of how I could cut him off. I bolted in a different direction and prepared to strike. I was stationed at the corner right outside the building where I knew the teen would pass by. I took out a cloth from my duffel bag and put some anesthetic liquid on it, ready to pounce. Suddenly, I heard panting and footsteps. Poor kid tired himself out running from me. Shame it wouldn't matter in the end. I waited for him to pass me when I jumped out from behind him and grabbed him tight.

“MMMMPH MMMMMMMPH!”
“Shhhhh… just be quiet…”

I had one arm around is arms and torso and the other arm holding the soaked cloth over his mouth. I felt him struggle, but he was too weak against me. Slowly, the struggles began to subside and he fell limp in my arms. I dragged him to the backseat of my car where I began to tie him up. I put his forearms together behind his back and used tape to fuse them together. I wrapped more tape around his torso to keep him from moving his arms too much. I then moved on to his legs, where I made several wraps around his thighs and calves. I removed both of his shoes and socks and stuffed his socks in his mouth, sealing them in with more tape. I finished it off by taping his arches and tying a blindfold over his eyes. Once that was done, I layer him down flat across the backseat and buckled the seatbelts over him to ensure that he wouldn’t cause too much trouble in case he woke up. I threw out all his stuff onto the ground to make sure he couldn’t be tracked either. I started up the car and began to drive off to a secret location. During the ride, I heard something stirring from the backseat…

Sorry if it’s not very good, I’m not that great of a writer. I might continue this if there’s demand for it.

Ok maybe we can forget da concrete overshoes but I still think a little swim with da feeshes mite teach heem a lesson and them chain him to pole in the warehouse where can he learn some more lessons on obedience to your kidnapper.

„I‘m not that great of a writer“

Dont talk shit, I‘ve seen worse on here, seriously

This is awesome,please continue!

Thanks for the support guys, here's part 2

I drove quickly, taking every backroad to avoid any possible detection. The anesthetic was only made to last an hour; plenty of time to get my captive as far away from society as I could and with no way for him to tell where we we're going.

After about an hour of driving, I heard some grunts and moans from the backseat.

"Morning kid," I piped sarcastically. I could tell he was still figuring out what had happened.

"Hmmf.. mmf- HMMF? MMMMMMPH?!"

"Ah, there it is." I thought to myself. Poor kid, the panic and sudden realization hit him all at once. I saw his disoriented struggling and thrashing around in the backseat. He flailed, unable to even roll around, and then paused which was followed by a groan of disgust as he realized what was in his mouth.

"Hey, settle down. You brought this on yourself, sticking your nose where you didn't belong."

"Mmmmph!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. If you really want to escape, you've got about 20 minutes before I'm out of this city and there'll be no one around to see you." That was a lie. I was already far in the middle of nowhere, but I figured I might as well mess with my captive some. It wasn't like he could see if I was lying anyway.

"MMMMPH?! HLMMMPF! SMMNMM HLMPH!" He shouted out. His pleas fell on deaf ears with no one around to hear them. The tape creaked and pulled, but it held firm. I saw him wriggling, desperately trying to get in view of the passenger windows in the hopes that someone might see him.

After about 30 minutes, his struggles had began to subside, his blindfold damp with sweat. He had realized the helplessness of his situation. It was a peaceful drive up until I parked the car and saw him perk up.

"Were here."


Hope you liked this part! (also i dont know if i should clarify but everything here is what i would want done to me, not the other way around)

Lucky kid, see a briefcase full of money handed over and get kidnapped for it how lucky can he get? All for being snoopy he gets a free ride to the super secret unknown hideout.

I'm really enjoying these short chapters of your story. I'm feeling a little jealous of the boy. I yearn to read the next parts with the predicaments the captive will endure.

I really liked this story Please continue it...

Part 3

I parked the car in front of a small shed. I had bought it in case of emergencies but had never needed it until now. I opened the backseat door and unbuckled the seat belts. The teen started struggling again, but I quickly overpowered him and picked him up and put him over my shoulder.

“Mmmmph!”

“Shush, no one can hear you out here anyway.” I went over to the door to the shed and unlocked it.

After bringing my captive inside, I grabbed a metal fold-out chair and set him down on it.

“Don’t move.” I ordered. He just whimpered in response. I grabbed more tape and started wrapping his torso to the back of the chair. I then moved to his thighs, doing several wraps around the seat of the chair and his legs. I ended with taping his bound legs to one of the legs of the chair, preventing him from kicking. He was completely and totally stuck.

“Struggle for me.” I ordered.

“MMMMMPH!!” He his energy from inside the car had seem to come back, thrashing around and struggling hard. The tape held firm.

“Good. Stop.” I commanded.

“Nmmf! Plmmf!” He muffled out. He continued to struggle.

“Hey! You’ve got one more chance kid.” This was met by more pleas and struggles.

“Fine, I guess I’ll have to teach you a thing or two about obedience.” I reached down to his feet and started tickling them. Immediately my captive started laughing through the gag and kicking around to the best of his ability.

“MMMMMPH!! HMMMF HMMPH!!” He squirmed, trying to avoid my attacks, to no avail.

After about 5 minutes of tickling, he was already exhausted again, so I stopped.

“Did we learn our lesson?” I asked patronizingly.

“Hmmf…” He whimpered back.

“Good,” I said. “Now I’m going to take off the blindfold and gag to have a little ‘chat’ with you. If you scream, well…” I gave his soles one small poke.

“You know what will happen.” After I said that, he started nodding slowly in agreement and I went to work taking off his head bindings. It was a little difficult to get the wrap gag off but I got it eventually. After making sure my face was covered, I took off his blindfold.

I saw him look around, his eyes adjusting to the light. He looked down at his helplessness and wriggled a bit. He then looked up at me.

“So,” I said. “Let’s talk.”

Every kidnapping deserves at least 1 good tickle session. EVERY 1O MINUTES.

Great story, please continue. I sure hope there are more tickle torments in store for our Nameless Kidnapped Teen Kid.

This is such a good story

I‘m already curious about the next part

Part 4

“Why are you doing this?” He nervously choked out.

“I think you know perfectly well why,” I stated. “You saw something you shouldn’t have.”

“I didn’t even realize what was happening, I wasn’t going to say anything!” He argued.

“Yeah, well you can’t afford any possible loose ends in this line of work.” I state. There was an uncomfortable silence. I saw my captive struggle and shuffle around in the chair.

“Are you going to kill me?…” He whispered, his voice turning cold.

“No,” I reassured. “Murder is messy, and would introduce a whole new set of problems.”

“Then what do you plan on doing with me?”

I paused. What was I going to do with him? I had planned far enough to deal with an emergency in the short term, but I hadn’t planned past that. I couldn’t have kept him forever without getting caught eventually. No, I’d have to do something with him eventually. Get him off my hands. Maybe for a profit…

“I’m keeping you here until i figure out what to do with you,” I lied. The teen stared blankly at the floor before speaking up again.

“There will be people who will come looking for me. You’re going to go to jail for a long time.” He muttered angrily.

“Some attitude you have! Do I need to remind you who’s tied up?” I walked right up to the teen on the chair. “You drop that and maybe I’ll give you a sip of water tonight.”

He looked down, avoiding my gaze and contemplated his options. He sighed and looked off to the side, signaling surrender.

“Good,” I said. I looked out the window. It was getting late. I knew that I wouldn’t have much time to deal with this kid.

“I’m going to gag you again. Can’t have you screaming and giving away my secret hideout while I’m away can I?” He began to protest but was abruptly cut off by his own socks and several long strips of duct tape. The blindfold went back on as well, this time fortified with tape.

I went to my car and grabbed some blankets and a water bottle. After going back inside, I threw the blankets on the ground, creating a makeshift bed. I cut the duct tape holding my captive to the chair and set him on the blankets stomach down. Using more tape, I pulled his shins to his thighs and wrapped several times around his ankles and connected it to his wrists, creating a hogtie with tape.

“Do you want your water now?”

“Mmm hmmph..”

“Okay, here it comes.” I took off the gag momentarily and put the bottle to his lips, watching as he drank it and rehydrated himself, his mouth dried out by the socks. Then, I quickly took it away and put the gag back on. I then grabbed my soaked cloth and held him down, holding the cloth over his face.

“Mmmph!! Hmph mmph!!” He panicked out, wriggling in my hold.

“Shhhh… go to sleep.” I whispered.

“Hmmph! Mmph! Mmf, mmf mmnn…” His struggles began to cease and he fell into a deep sleep.

With my captive knocked out, I secretly took some pictures of him, making sure to get lots of good angles. I left the shed, locked the door, and drove to my main hideout. There, I opened my laptop and went on a site on the “dark web”, you could say.

I made a post with all the pictures I took, titled it “CAPTIVE FOR SALE”, and clicked “submit”.

Very good continuation!! I loved the last twist. I'm eager for read the next chapters.

Sound like Oliver Twist when Beadle Bumble is singing "Boy For Sale".