Stories of Tie Up Games

The Things we do for Love

You may be asking why I do this? Or at least you’d ask that if you could speak. The main reason is love! Okay, I know it sounds cheesy, but I’m a cheesy guy! Let me explain. This job is awesome! I am my own boss, I don’t have to waste away in a cubicle or have to say “thank you for coming” while dead inside. I get to decide my own schedule. Take interesting challenges. Go to different places and meet a lot of cute guys. And get to tie up most of them! True, this job may be “illegal,” and I may have a bounty or two on my head. But the benefits outweigh the drawbacks! And if not for this job, I wouldn’t have met my best friend and partner in crime, Nico! And yes, I am aware that Nico claims I kidnapped him. And it’s true I might leave him chained to the radiator if he gets too annoying (trust me, you would too if you had him as a roommate!). But in my defense, that whole kidnapping thing was a long time ago! Nico could leave whenever he wants… as long as he isn’t chained. And also, I’d like to point out that he volunteered to be my mission control guy! And he’s good at it! So yeah, don’t listen to what he says, he just likes to be dramatic!

Now, that brings us back to love! I usually take on jobs that pay well; no need to risk my neck for a few bucks. But sometimes I decide to take on personal projects. The rewards might not be that big on the material side, but they more than make it on the human side of things. Like this job! I have conducted heists in museums, banks, and billionaires’ compounds, stealing millions of dollars! So why am I stalking this run-down convenience store with a gas station attached? The answer is the man currently slowly dying behind the counter. Not sure what his name is. But I’ve been watching him for a while now. He is in his early twenties, not even sure if he is old enough to drink. Stuck in this crappy job to pay his way through a degree he doesn’t even like. His boss usually leaves the store by 7, leaving him in charge of the night shift. I’ve seen this guy for a few weeks now, always looking at the distance with a bored expression, barely acknowledging any customer who walks in. Probably wishing he were anywhere else than here. I’ve only seen him get excited when his shift is over. And when Nico shows up.

Seriously, Nico always shows up at 11:30 to get some Red Bulls. And every time Nico walks through the door, Blondie’s face brightens up, and life returns to his eyes. He’d practically be wagging his tail if he had one. I’m pretty sure he was a golden retriever in his past life. Meanwhile, Nico gives grumpy cat vibes. But I digress. My dear friend usually turns bright red whenever he and Blondie speak; seven out of ten times, he’ll drop something or trip over his own feet. Then he’ll pay and practically run out of the store. Nico might be a genius with computers, but it’s almost painful watching him interact with other human beings. I’ve tried to give him a slight push towards his obvious crush, but Nico keeps insisting that nothing is going on between them. A statement undermined by Nico turning redder than a tomato. So, being the best friend in the world, I’ve decided that drastic measures are needed.

As expected, Blondie didn’t even raise his eyes from his phone when I walked in. He didn’t even acknowledge me until I was standing right in front of the counter. That’s when he finally spoke in a monotone voice. “Welcome to Jerry’s, are you ready to- GAHHHH!” Yeah, that seems like an appropriate response to finding a masked man holding you at gunpoint. The guy jumped away from the counter, raising his hands. Despite the clear concern in his voice, I’m surprised he kept his cool, talking to me in a steady voice, “Listen, man, take everything you want! I won’t do anything! Trust me, I’m not getting shot for this dumpster!” Honesty, I like it!

“Hello!” I cheerfully waved with the hand that wasn’t holding a gun. “You know the deal, this is a stickup, yada yada, don’t try anything funny, and- are those O’Henrys? Man, these were discontinued!” I grabbed a fistful. “How much are they?” Blondie blinked, confused for a few seconds, “Oh, right! I’m robbing this place! I can take them with me for free!”

“Yeah, totally. They are all yours!” Blondie nodded. By this point, I should say that I finally looked at his nametag. Chase. That was his name. “Although they’ve been there since I started working here. So, eat them at your own risk!”

“Don’t worry, I’m willing to take the risk!” I opened a package and shoved a bar of sweet chocolate in my mouth. “Nnmm, mnfm phn phhm hnch phphnrm!” I mumbled with my full mouth. Chase blinked, confused. Right. Maybe should have eaten after taking care of him! “HNCH PHPHNRM!” I exclaimed, waving my gun towards the door behind him.

“Uh… you want me to go to the back room?” I nodded. Chase gave me a concerned look, not sure if for himself or me, and marched towards the door. I diligently followed him and let him open the door into a small, sad room. There were several shelves with merchandise, and in a corner was what passed for a staff room: an old couch, a metal table, and two wooden chairs that seemed to have been scavenged from a garage sale.

“Man, they don’t give you anything in this job?”

“Hate it,” Chase admitted, “But pays the bills. Barely. So yeah, if you want to trash the store…” he got distracted for a moment when he saw me drag one of the chairs towards us. “Uh… yeah, trash the store. Take anything you want. I won’t get in your way-”

“Take off your clothes!” Chase blinked for a moment. I’m starting to see what Nico sees in him. His confused face is adorable. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Take off your clothes.”

“Uh…” Chase looked down at his polo shirt, a blush spreading through his cheeks. “Why?”

“Because I’m the man with the gun!” I said, pointing my gun at Chase’s forehead.

“Excellent point!” he squeaked and started undressing. I watched as his fingers fumbled to remove the red polo shirt and tossed it on the couch, followed by his undershirt. Chase had some muscle mixed with fat. Not overweight by any account, he gave the vibe of someone who used to be in great shape back in high school but had drunk too many beers in college. He is still attractive. His scruffy look certainly helps. Chase continued undressing. He undid his belt, kicked off his shoes, unzipped his jeans, took a deep breath, and pulled them down. He slowly stepped out of them, remaining in his boxers and socks. “Really? Couldn’t you have chosen something fancier for today?” I asked, glancing at the baggy grey boxer shorts he was wearing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was going to be forced to undress at gunpoint today!” Chase exclaimed, hugging his arms as if that would cover anything. I was kind enough to let him keep his underwear on. Normally, I like them in their birthday suit, but figured this time Chase and Nico might want to keep some mystery. I motioned to the chair, Chase gave one last look at my gun, and sat down, facing away from me.

“Hands behind your back!” The chair had a low backrest, so Chase was able to pull his arms over it.

To his credit, he didn’t ask what I was going to do. That has always been a pet peeve of mine! Like, your hands are behind, and I’m pulling out ropes, what do you think I’m going to do? Anyways, I pulled out a coil of hemp rope from my duffle bag and began wrapping it around Chase’s wrists. “Hey, man, you don’t need- fuck that’s tight- uhh… You don’t need to tie me up. You have a gun, and I’m half naked. I promise I won’t get in your way!”

“I believe you!” I ruffled his dirty blonde hair. “But I’m just making sure you really don’t get in my way!” I grinned and looped a rope over his chest, just below his pectorals. I looped it a few times, then ran it above his chest. I finished by running the rope under his right armpit, pulling it behind his neck and under his left armpit, cinching the chest harness. All the while, Chase’s eyes kept following my rope work.

“So… this isn’t your first rodeo?” Chase asked awkwardly, his eyes were set on how his pecs bulged under the ropes.

“Nope, after a while you get pretty good at restraining people,” I grinned as I ran more ropes around his waist, binding him to the chair and securing his wrists behind.

“You rob shitholes like this a lot?” I could see Chase subtly rotating his shoulders as he tested the ropes. I’d be personally insulted if he managed to escape!

“Not usually, my targets tend to be on the high-end spectrum.” While listing a few of my jobs, I crouched down to tie up Chase’s ankles to the front legs of the chair.

“Wait, you are the one behind the Royal Diamond robbery?” Oh yes, one of my favorites! Three cute security guards ended up getting closer to each other while trapped in the janitor’s closet. But back to the current job! I looked up, and Chase was staring at me in awe, as if a celebrity was holding him hostage. But what I found more interesting was below his torso. With his legs spread, I could see the tent growing in his boxers. Nico knows how to pick them. As the awe wore off, Chase furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, then why are you robbing this dumpster?”

“I have my own reasons,” I shrugged.

“Like what, because I can assure you less than a hundred bucks is in-uh, why did you take off my sock?” he looked as I peeled off one sock from his left foot and balled it up. With my other hand, I retrieved a roll of duct tape from my bag.

“Wait!” Chase pressed his back against the chair and pulled his neck backwards. As if that could help him! “You don’t need to gag me!”

“Why not?” Chase furrowed his eyebrows, trying to come up with a good reason.

“Alright, you do need to gag me. But at least be careful with my ha- mphhh!” I shoved the sock inside his mouth, then ripped one end of the tape and started wrapping it around his lower face, getting annoyed grunts from my captive. Well, if he didn’t want his shaggy hair tangled, he should have gotten a haircut beforehand. And shave that stubble! I feel bad for him when he has to remove the tape! Once I was done, my captive looked nice and quiet. He even humored me with a few grunts to test his gag!

I stepped behind him, resting my hands on his shoulders. “Not going anywhere?” Chase nodded. I grinned and let my hands slowly slide down his broad chest.

“Mphhhh…” Chase whimpered and closed his eyes. My fingers brushed his nipples, getting another soft moan from him. Cute. I let my hand linger over his crotch for a bit, then I abruptly grabbed his crotch. “HMMM!” Chase’s eyes opened wide, his face turned bright red, and he reflexively tried to jerk away, but the ropes yanked him back.

“First time tied up?” I asked, still holding his hard crotch. Chase looked up at me with those adorable wide eyes. His breath was heavy as he weighed his current situation. “Feels good?” Chase looked down and nodded. I didn’t need him to reply since I could feel his reaction, but I appreciate the honesty. It took Nico a lot of work to get him to admit it, and even then, he still tries to pretend to hate it from time to time. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” I rubbed his crotch, feeling that thing under his boxers growing harder. Chase tensed his body and let out a nervous moan. “It happens more often than you’d think,” I assured him. He looked up at and let out a soft moan. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first one getting turned on by this. Why don’t you just enjoy the ride?” Chase moaned again. His muscles flexed against the ropes, yet he slowly thrust his hips against my hand. It seemed he took my advice!

Unfortunately, I couldn’t let him finish just yet, so I had I let go of his crotch. Not sure if the moan that escaped his mouth was of relief or disappointment. He looked up at me with an expectant stare, as if asking What now? “You’re going to sit there and be a good boy, right?” Chase eagerly nodded. “Don’t go anywhere!” I love that joke! I gave the bound guy facing away from the door one last look and walked back into the store. As soon as I was out, I removed my mask and checked my phone: 11:20. Ten minutes before Nico shows up.

That’s when the real party begins.

To Be Continued...

This is a wonderful and exciting story. I am very eager to read the rest of the story.
It was great

I love the story, especially the playful give and take between burglar and Blondie. Can't wait for Nico to show up!

Love the humorous tone for this story! It's always fun to poke a little fun at the bondage tropes we all use.

I can't tell if Nico has a great or terrible friend, haha!

Great start! I can't wait to see Nico arrive.

@erfan, @KidnappedCowboy, @DeeperThanRed, @Paris_bondage thanks for the comments! Glad you like the tone! Nico will be showing up soon, hope he doesn't dissapoint

DeeperThanRed wrote: 6 days ago I can't tell if Nico has a great or terrible friend, haha!

Frankly, Nico can't tell either.

Nico sure is lucky to have this cupid looking out for him! Whether he actually thinks so is a different story!

Hoping Nico and Chase get the picture... but only after some sufficient bondage time!

@gag1195 This cupit is always glad to help, specially if that involves getting Nico trussed up.

Denial is a River in Egypt

It’s impossible to miss Nico. His bright dyed hair stands out like a sore thumb. This month is teal, which makes him look like a blue slushie. He strode into the store and froze upon recognizing little Ol’ me behind the counter. “Hello, welcome to Jerry’s. How can I help you?” I announced cheerfully, putting on my best customer service smile. You’d be surprised how many times I’ve had to pretend to be a low-wage worker in this line of work! Nico’s look encompassed a wide array of emotions in three seconds. First confused, then worried, then exasperated. He looked around, making sure it was just the two of us, and then he beelined towards me.

“What are you doing here?” he whispered, his eyes wide in panic.

“I work here!”

“No, you don’t!” Nico exclaimed, sounding almost offended by my suggestion. “Seriously, what are you doing here and…” My nervous friend looked around, finally realizing who was missing. He turned his attention back to me. “Where’s Chase?”

“Blondie? He is tied up in the backroom,” I said matter-of-factly. Nico is well aware of how my jobs usually end so he shouldn’t be surprised. Yet somehow, he didn’t see that coming. He opened his mouth, but no words came out for a few seconds as he tried to figure out where to start.

“How-why?” he finally spluttered. To demonstrate what’s going on, I pulled out my gun and aimed it straight at Nico’s face. He took a step back but quickly recovered. “Jesus Christ! Ryan!” he wagged his finger at me. “Don’t wave that gun at my face!”

“I’m robbing this place,” I explained, paying no attention to his unreasonable demands. “So, I had to make sure Blondie wouldn’t get in the way!” Nico’s eyes were wide as plates.

“Are you kidding me?” his voice trembled, and his eyes were set on the gun. I have to commend him on his bravery! The first time I aimed a gun at him, he almost pissed his pants! “Why are you doing this?” I began my speech about love, but Nico rudely interrupted me with a pained whimper. “No! I don’t have a crush on Chase! And even if I did… WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?” he waved his hands around, trying to emphasize his point.

“Love!”

Nico’s eye started twitching. Then his body spasmed for a few seconds. Then he clasped his hands together and took a deep breath. “Listen, I don’t appreciate you meddling into my-aahhhh!” he froze when I shoved the barrel of my gun inside his mouth. For a brief moment, his eyes went wide, and his face was drained of any color. That’s closer to his reaction the first time I held him at gunpoint! He looked at me, horrified, “WHAAAA?” I think he tried to say “WHYYY?”

“See, I am in the middle of robbing this place. And you’ve already distracted me long enough. So, either you help me out with cleaning up this place. Or you behave like a poor hapless customer who walked in at the wrong time and does what I say!” I calmly explained my plan, “On second thoughts. If you help me out, Blondie might get a lot of questions, don’t you agree? So maybe we should jump straight to the hostage roleplay!” Unfortunately, Nico didn’t seem to agree. He tried to pull the gun out of his mouth, but I pressed it harder. “Nicholas!” Nico growled when I called him that, “I’m serious. I will shoot you if you don’t comply!” Nico huffed and gave me an incredulous look. For a few tense seconds, he remained stoic, almost daring me to do it. So, I naturally cocked the gun. Nico’s bravery abandoned him, and he let out a high-pitched squeal, lifting his hands faster than you can say Nicholas Cornaro. Good thing he never realized the gun was empty. I would have never blown my best friend’s brains! I’m not a monster!

I removed the gun from his mouth and ordered him to head to the backroom. “Seriously, Ryan, this is very unnecessary!” Nico grumbled as he marched with my empty gun pressed between his shoulder blades. When we got in, Nico’s annoyance towards me momentarily was replaced by a new cadre of emotions when he saw Chase tied up down to his undies. Chase craned his neck in time to see us walk in, and his face quickly turned bright red upon noticing Nico. Nico stood still, jaw hanging low as he took in the scene in front of him. Then he turned to me, “What happened to his clothes?” Nico asked in a high-pitched voice.

“Same that’ll happen to yours!” Nico looked at me, baffled, then looked at Chase and slowly turned his gaze to the piles of clothes on the couch. I could practically see the gears in his brain moving until he realized what was going on.

“N-no way!” he vigorously shook his head. “Ry-rrrrrr… dude!” Nice save! He almost dropped my name! “I’m not doing that! There is no need!” I’m disappointed since Nico knows my modus operandi quite well, and he never complains. He enjoys the pictures I share with him. Guess he is self-conscious?

“Yes, you are doing that because I have the gun, right, Blondie?” Chase slowly nodded, “And I’m sure Blondie is dying to see you strip down!” Chase nodded again, slightly more enthusiastically.

“On what side are you?” Nico gave Chase a befuddled look. Chase sheepishly smiled under his gag and shrugged. Finding himself outvoted, Nico gave in. “Fine! Perverts!” he grumbled and began undressing. He unzipped his hoodie and tossed it on the growing pile of clothes. He kicked off his shoes, then removed his t-shirt. Nico gave me one last pleading look and undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them off. Underneath his baggy clothes, Nico is rather fit. He is lithe and slim, but he has some nice muscle definition. I didn’t miss Chase’s eyes ogling Nico’s body, lingering far too long on his tattoos. “See, Blondie, this dude is wearing nice undies!” I pointed at Nico’s black and green boxer briefs. Chase looked down at his grey boxers and gave a soft, indignant grunt. “Fuck you,” Nico grumbled, his face turning bright red.

Still holding him at gunpoint, I heavily implied that Nico should sit on the second wooden chair. He caught my drift. I pulled out more ropes and moved behind Nico, yanking his arms behind his back. I bound his wrists together, then ran more ropes above and below his chest, cinching the ropes underneath his armpits. If Nico gets to see Chase’s pecs bulging under the rope, it’s only fair that Chase gets to see Nico’s too! And let me tell you, Chase was attentively observing his fellow captive as I bound him up. The tent in his boxers was growing by the second. I added more ropes around Nico’s waist, attaching his wrists to them and pulling his body tight against the backrest. As I bound his waist to the chair, Nico’s eyes were darting between Chase and I.. Nico was alternating between a mortifying embarrassment and a growing murderous feeling towards me. “I’m sure you are enjoying the view,” I smirked, getting a series of high-pitched, garbled sounds from Nico. “Blondie certainly is!” Chase quickly nodded.

“Dude!” Nico exclaimed, giving Chase an indignant look, “This is not the time for that!”

“Is it always the time for that?” I moved to the front to tie his legs. Unlike with Chase, I just bound Nico’s thighs and ankles together, although I also attached his ankles to the horizontal bar that connected the front legs of the chair.

“I’m sure you enjoy the view too,” I winked at Nico. From my position, I had a good look at the physical evidence.

“Gahhh!” Nico spluttered and turned his face away from Chase so fast I was concerned he might get whiplash. It never gets old to get him that flustered. Once his ankles were secured, I peeled one of his black socks and got up, taking the moment to stretch my back. “Don’t you dare!” Nico growled. Oh, you bet I did! Nico tried to keep his mouth shut, and although there are multiple ways to make him open his mouth, I went for the most straightforward. That’s why I don’t like guns; they make things too easy. But sometimes they are quite useful! The sock went in, then I wrapped the tape several times around his lower face, until he could only whimper.

Now, let me illustrate what I was witnessing. First, there was Chase. He remained tightly bound to the chair. A few wild strands of his blonde hair hung over his face. He did not attempt to escape. On the contrary, his torso leaned back against the chair. He absentmindedly fidgeted with the ropes, and the only major movement was the occasional muscle twitch. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t busy; his eyes were glued to Nico, not-so-subtly ogling the twink. I’m quite sure that if his hands weren’t tied, he’d be taking care of the tent in his boxers, or of my tied-up friend. Nico, on the other side, was at least attempting to look like an unwilling victim. His face, still deep red, looked everywhere but at Chase. He kept grunting, whimpering, and squirming. His slim arms tried to flex against his restraints. The ropes around his chest strained every time he took deep breaths. And his bound feet kept bouncing on the concrete floor. Despite his best attempts not to look at Chase, it was practically impossible. Each time Nico’s eyes landed on Chase, his expression softened, and his sight lingered on the other guy far longer than needed. Both guys clearly had the hots for each other.

But they weren’t ready to make a move. Knowing Nico, he was still in the this-isn’t-happening stage. I needed to push him a little bit more. “Okay, you two!” I announced to get their attention. “You’ll be good hostages and stay here while I clean this space?” Chase quickly nodded. Nico frowned, but I decided to take the little jerk of his head as an affirmative. My eyes jumped from Nico to Chase, making sure neither of them was going anywhere. The ropes were still firm, and the knots were out of their reach. I knew Nico well enough to make sure the ropes were tight and the knots were completely out of his reach. My best friend can be quite a contortionist! Although I don’t know Chase that well, I’ve been in this work long enough to know his type. He is quite stocky, so there’s not much flexibility. And there is plenty of flesh to tighten the ropes before reaching any nerve. There is also the fact that Chase seemed more preoccupied with admiring Nico than thinking of escaping. Satisfied with my excellent rope work, I pulled out my phone. Nico gave me a murderous look. Chase barely paid attention, too focused on my friend. I snapped a picture for posterity, then bid them adieu and walked back to the store.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not done with them yet. But I need to at least keep the pretense that I’m interested in robbing this place. Besides, I’m pretty sure Nico and Chase could appreciate this time alone. There are a lot of things they have to discuss! Oh, you may be wondering how they could talk if I left them gagged? Well, that proves that you haven’t been gagged enough. Trust me, my friend, there is a lot of things one can communicate without using words!

Once his ankles were secured, I peeled one of his black socks and got up, taking the moment to stretch my back. “Don’t you dare!” Nico growled. Oh, you bet I did! Nico tried to keep his mouth shut, and although there are multiple ways to make him open his mouth, I went for the most straightforward. That’s why I don’t like guns; they make things too easy. But sometimes they are quite useful! The sock went in, then I wrapped the tape several times around his lower face, until he could only whimper.

For some reason, this was my favorite part!

Nico and Chase can now have some some time to get to know each other better, since they're not going anywhere too soon!

Chase isn't even trying to hide that he'so interested! Not sure if bondage was necessary but I think Ryan succeeded in bringing these two together.

I'm hoping Nico and Chase get to connect on a deeper level- through their communication and mutual attraction, of course. But also, I want to see these two cuties tied together before Ryan is through!