Stories of Tie Up Games

Hello,

this is my first story. This is my first story. I hope it's not too bad.^^

First of all, I'm not a native English speaker. The translation is a mixture of DeepL and manual corrections. So it should be reasonably accurate. I hope.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: When Children Play (fm/m)
Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments. (m/self) (coming soon)
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Chapter 1: When Children Play (fm/m)

Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a boy named Timmy. Timmy had just turned 12 years old. He was actually a completely normal boy. Or rather, not really. Timmy has a very special hobby. He loves to tie himself up! However, there was always something empty inside him. He read countless instructions on the internet and, through detours, collected a small collection of "toys". But he could never tie himself up
so well that he couldn’t free himself. That makes sense, of course, since he was all alone during his games. He wants more. Will this dream ever come true?

It was a warm spring day when Timmy was playing in the garden with his friends Amanda and Ron. Timmy was a slim boy with slightly tousled brown hair. On this warm day, he was wearing shorts, a white shirt, and was barefoot. But he didn’t do that just because of the warm weather. Timmy loved being barefoot. He would love to walk around barefoot all year round. And in summer, he does so as often as possible. Every now and then, his preference for walking barefoot and his usually unkempt hair earn him the odd nasty comment. But that doesn’t bother him. It’s not that he’s poor. In fact, his family is quite well off financially. He just never liked to conform. His girlfriend Amanda is the same age and wears a Harry Potter shirt. Amanda is a quiet girl with long brown hair. She’s also more or less the nerd of the group. She reads a lot, is smart, and seems to know everything. She has been friends with Timmy for almost her entire life. And you can take that quite literally. Their parents were in the same hospital room, so Amanda was actually his first girlfriend. The last member of the group is Ron. Ron likes to play soccer and is up for all kinds of mischief. Nevertheless, he is nice and helpful. Many say that he is so cool to his friends, but he doesn’t see it that way. He stands firmly by his friends. He wears long pants, an undershirt, and white sneakers. Despite being the same age, he is slightly taller than the other two and very athletic.
Unlike Timmy, his short brown hair looks quite neat.

A groan went through the garden when Ron suggested that they could play hide and
seek. Hide and seek is his favorite game, along with tag. The reason is pretty obvious: he wants to be a police officer when he grows up. He always imagines himself as a police officer searching for criminals.
“Not again,” groans Amanda.
“Why not?” Ron counters. ”I think it’s fun.”
“Because you always win,” Timmy interjects. ”You run faster than anyone else I know!”
“Well, that’s because you guys don’t play sports. You could come with us to soccer!”
Both Timmy and Amanda grimace. It was as if they had been asked to live in the Amazon for 10 days.
“No thanks, I’d rather stick to reading!” said Amanda.
“And that’s why you always lose at tag,” said Ron defiantly.
Somehow they tried to find a majority, but they didn’t stand a chance. Ron wanted to do something involving a lot of sport, Amanda preferably othing at all without much movement. Timmy couldn’t decide, which didn’t help the situation. So 30 minutes passed until Ron made a fateful suggestion.
“We should just play cops and robbers. I’ll be the cop and catch you!” said Ron.
“That’s the same as hide and seek!” replied Amanda.
As he said this, Timmy’s mind was racing. ”Well, we could make it a little more exciting,” he said quietly.
Both Amanda and Ron looked at him and waited for Timmy to finish his sentence. But the words stuck in his throat. His idea had to do with his little hobby, which no one was supposed to know about. After a short, awkward pause,
“How?” Ron said.
Timmy felt a tingling sensation in his stomach. He didn’t know what to say. Finally, he gathered his courage and said, ”You’re the police officer and you have to catch Amanda and me.“ Amanda was about to speak when Timmy continued, ”And to make it more exciting, the loser will be tied up for an hour!” And there was silence.

Only a few seconds passed, but to Timme they felt like hours. Finally, Ron broke the silence.
“I like the idea!” he said.
Amanda didn’t like the idea, but now it was 2 against 1. After a brief discussion, they agreed on 30 minutes for the first one to be caught. Amanda didn’t look too happy, Timmy tried to reassure her.
”You just have to make sure you’re not the first one to be caught!”
In fact, her chances were pretty good, because Timmy was determined to be the first one caught. Of course, he didn’t say that out loud.
Timmy disappeared briefly into his room and came back with a few cotton ropes. Amanda was a little confused and asked what the ropes were for.
Timmy just said, “They were lying around in the garage.” She didn’t have time to think about it any longer, because Ron simply started counting. So Amanda and Timmy set off to find a hiding place.

Timmy was faced with a fairly simple task. He had to hide in such a way that he was guaranteed to be the first to be found. After a moment’s thought, he decided on the small shed. He knew that Ron always searched the garden first, so the shed would be checked relatively early on. At least he should find it faster than Amanda. So he walked leisurely into the shed and hid behind a drawer. He briefly considered hiding somewhere better, but the presence of spiders made it difficult. All the more reason to hope that he would be found quickly. In fact, it took less than five minutes for the shed door to open and Ron to jump into the shed. He didn't skimp on the drama, storming the shed as if he were arresting a criminal with the S.W.A.T. team.
“Aha, so there’s our pickpocket! You didn’t choose a very good hiding place,” he said with a big grin.
“There were spiders,” Timmy muttered quietly, as if he had to apologize.
“That won’t help you, criminal! Now it’s time for your punishment.”
He grabbed Timmy and dragged him out into the garden.
Normally, he didn’t grab Timmy so hard, but he was taking the game pretty seriously. He took a few ropes and said,
“Let’s see how you like this, criminal! Show me your hands!”
To Ron’s surprise, Timmy turned around and put his hands behind his back. Ron hadn’t expected that, but he liked the idea. He took about 5 meters of rope and tied it around his wrists over and over again. The knot was far from perfect, but the length of the rope was enough to keep his arms reasonably secure.
“Now stand by the pole, criminal!”
The pole belongs to a climbing frame that stands in his garden. A solid iron pole that was anchored to the ground. Ron took another rope and wrapped it around his upper body and the pole. Timmy, who was obviously enjoying the situation, gave him a gentle kick.
“What was that supposed to be? You'll see what you get out of it!”
He wrapped the next rope directly around his feet and tied it behind the pole. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the remaining ropes. So he decided to simply wrap them around his legs and body. When he was finished, Timmy was tied upright to the pole. He tested his bonds and they weren’t so bad. For him, the feeling of being tied up by someone else for the first time was incredible. He fidgeted a little and tried to free himself. When that didn’t work right away, Timmy felt butterflies in his stomach. It was the first time anyone had tied him up.
“How does that feel, criminal?”
“That’s much too tight,” Timmy said playfully.
“That’s how it should be! Just try robbing a poor old lady!” he said.
Timmy smiled.
“You think this is funny? You'll stop laughing soon enough!” he shouted.
Ron was satisfied and decided to look for Amanda first. He turned his back on Timmy and went into the house.

Timmy was overjoyed. He fidgeted briefly and then fell silent. A scene played out in his head of him being tied up by robbers. He quietly enjoyed the moment as the cool wind blew through his hair. Shortly afterwards, the door opened and Ron came back with Amanda. When she saw Timmy tied upright to the pole, she almost cried with laughter. “Well, you brought this on yourself!”
Timmy blushed.
Ron and Amanda began to discuss what to do with Timmy. Timmy tried to understand what they were saying, but they were whispering. After a short time, the two came back and Amanda said: “I have the perfect punishment for you, my little criminal.” She looked deep into his eyes and then ran her hands under his armpits and tickled him extensively. Timmy wasn't prepared for this and doubled over with laughter. At least as much as he could, because thanks to all the ropes, he was still standing straight as a candle. Ron joined in and tickled his stomach.
“Stop it!” Timmy shouted. Amanda knew he was extremely ticklish. After just a few minutes, sweat was running down his face.
“Confess!” Ron shouted. “Confess or I'll tickle you all day!”
At that moment, no one thought that his obvious penchant for torture would disqualify him as a policeman.
After a few minutes, they stopped and Amanda said, " Let's untie him from the pole, I have an idea."
In less than a minute, most of the ropes were gone and Timmy was lying in the grass. Still bound hand and foot.

Both walked a few meters away and began whispering. Timmy began testing his bonds.
Even though he had reached the knot, Ron had tied the rope around his hand so many times that he couldn't untie it.
This was a completely new experience for Timmy. Until now, he had only ever tied himself up. He always knew where the knots were and could free himself in a few minutes. But this time it was different. Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to enjoy the situation. After a short while, Amanda and Ron came back.

“Ron, as discussed,” Amanda commanded, and Ron sat on Timmy's back and pushed him down onto the grass. Amanda also sat on him and grabbed his feet. Now Timmy knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“No, please don't,” cried Timmy. “I'll confess to everything, but not my feet!”
Amanda grabbed his feet and said calmly: “This isn't an interrogation. This is your punishment for that stupid idea!”
She took her left arm and wrapped it around his lower legs. With her other hand, she began to tickle his feet. Timmy screamed as if he were being killed. He pulled at his bonds, but the two torturers sitting on him gave him no chance. The fact that Ron took aim at his armpits shortly afterwards did not make the situation any better. After a few minutes, they stopped and got off him. They stood up and examined their work. Timmy lay on the grass. His clothes were completely soaked with sweat, as if he had just come out of a pool. His face was red and he was gasping for air. “Well, that should be punishment enough,” said Amanda. They untied the ropes and let Timmy get up.
“You guys totally overdid it!” he said jokingly.
“It was your idea. Don't complain!” said Amanda with a slight smile.

The rest of the day passed without further incident. In the evening, as the sun set, Amanda and Ron went home. Timmy went to his room and he was happy. He put the ropes in his bag. He had collected this collection with great effort. After all, he couldn't very well ask his parents. There was always the risk that his parents would notice something, but he had been lucky so far. Despite these difficulties, he had managed to have a onsiderable amount of “toys” delivered from the internet.

He pushed the bag under his bed and lay down.
“One day...” he said to himself.

Great beginning to a series of little back yard tie-up stories,I hope. I definitely need to see what type of tricks Timmy can use to get tied-up, he's a smart boy and knows what's fun.

And now Timmy must be quiet and plan out how he can get Amanda and Ron to chase and tie him up and tickle torment him tomorrow, oh well he'll think of something.

fantastic stuff! can't wait for more

Lovely l it the story. I‘m very excited for Timmy‘s next adventures

Glad to hear you like it.

WhereAmI wrote: 2 days ago Great beginning to a series of little back yard tie-up stories,I hope. I definitely need to see what now types tricks Timmy can use to get tied-up hes a smart boy and knows what's fun.

And now Timmy must be quiet and plan out how he can get Amanda and Ron to chase and tie him up and tickle torment him tomorrow, oh well he'll think of something.

Yes, he's smart. But being smart and acting smart are two different things. When desire becomes too strong, you sometimes do things that aren't so clever.

Hello, first the bad news. This part is a prologue to Chapter 2 and does not contain any tie-up scenes.

For those who only want to read about tie-ups, just skip this part and wait for the real Part 1. For those who like a little more story: Here's a little preview of what I'm planning for the next parts and chapters.

The next part will have a more action!
What will Timmy do? And most importantly, will it work?

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Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 0 (story only)

The sky is full of clouds and the wind is a little cooler than last week. Timmy goes for a short walk.
He lives on the outskirts of a small town in a neighborhood of single-family homes. Today he is wearing long pants, but he is still running barefoot.
The streets are deserted. It's school vacation this week and most families are either packing for vacation or have already left.
The same goes for Amanda and Ron. Both have already left and will not be back until Sunday. But he himself is not going away this time.
His family wants to visit his uncle next weekend, so no vacation was planned for this week.
Even though Timmy himself has no problem with that, a week without friends in a ghost town doesn't seem particularly appealing.
As he walks along the path, he feels the cool ground beneath his feet.

He is lost in thought. He just can't get his little game with Amanda and Ron out of his head.
Timmy started playing bondage games at an early age. Even when he was little, he liked to play with ropes and tie his hands and feet together.
Many years have passed since then, and he has definitely improved his skills. Nevertheless, it was never what he really wanted.
But now he has had this experience. Being tied up and tickled by his friends was a completely new feeling.
Timmy wants more of it.

At the next street corner, he climbs onto a small wall and sits down. He dangles his bare feet in the air.
Over the past few weeks, he has often thought about how he can achieve his goal.
At first, he considered whether he could incorporate it into their games again. He could even suggest a bondage competition.
But somehow he felt stupid doing that. Then he thought about just confessing to them and telling them the truth.

“Hey, you know what? I like being tied up. It's fun. Can we maybe do it more often?”

This idea is still his favorite. He could start a whole series of new games with it.
The possibilities would be endless! Or he could lose his friends and become the town freak.
But he actually trusts his friends. After all, they've known each other for so long.
He can't imagine that they would just reject him.

Nevertheless, he just couldn't do it. He tried exactly twice. And the same thing happened both times.
He plucks up his courage and walks up to her. He starts to talk, and then suddenly his courage disappears.
In the end, he never managed to ask her. He nervously plays with his toes as he thinks about it.
“I'll do it,” he says aloud to himself and jumps off the wall onto the ground.

Unfortunately, his newfound courage doesn't get him very far. Amanda and Ron have gone on vacation and he won't see them all week.
So he has to postpone it until next week.

He continues on his way to his house. His room has two floors and an attic that has been converted into Timmy's room.
He thinks the attic is pretty cool. The few support beams don't bother him. Sometimes they're even quite practical.
When he reaches his house, he immediately takes the large garbage can from the street and pushes it behind the house.
Although Timmy isn't very good at fitting in, he's practically a model child.
He does his homework, organizes himself, and voluntarily helps around the house.
These qualities have brought him a whole host of advantages over the years.
His parents trust him blindly and there are virtually no rules for him.
Not that it's necessary. Sometimes Timmy even thinks that his parents would like their son to behave like a normal child.
For Timmy, this pays off above all in the form of a generous allowance. He is also allowed to stay home alone for long periods of time.
Apparently, the worst thing his parents can imagine is him accidentally washing the dishes or doing the laundry.
When he enters the kitchen through the back door, he meets his mother.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Hello, sweetheart. How are you?”

“I'm bored. I have nothing to play with all week.”

His mother looks at him sympathetically:

“You know we're going to your uncle's next weekend. You can still come with us.”

Just the thought of it makes Timmy cringe. Those weekends are really boring.
Dad talks about soccer with his brother all day long. On Saturday, they even go to a game.
Timmy hates sports.

“No, anything is better than those endless discussions about 12 meters and home runs.”

“I think you're confusing something, sweetheart.” his mother says with a smile.

Timmy doesn't need to say anything. His face reflects an endless abyss of indifference.

“Well, you can also come with Aunt Hannah and me.”

“Sorry, Mom. Red fingernails don't suit me, you know?”

With a slight laugh, she says, “And what do you want to do alone for three days?”

“How about reading?”

Timmy looks out the window and sees the mail truck.

“I'm going out to get the mail, see you in a minute.”

“You don't always have to get the mail. The mailman brings it to the door.”

“Yes, but Kenny always has a lot to do, and sometimes I even get something sweet,” said Timmy with a grin and ran off.

Timmy already knew the mailman quite well. He was probably the only boy in the world who ran up to him and took the mail from him.

“Hey Kenny, how's it going?”

“Oh, Timmy. Right on time.” He rummaged through his box and pulled out letters and a package.

“Unbelievable, they've spelled your father's name wrong again. His name is Jonas, not Johnas. Who put an h in there?”

Timmy took the mail and offered to drop off the letters for the neighbor.

“You're really incredible, you know that?”

Kenny took a bar of chocolate out of the car and gave it to Timmy.

“Kindness should be rewarded.”

“I couldn't agree more!” said Timmy with a big grin.

Timmy headed back toward the house, but this time he took a detour through the garden.
He hid the package behind a rain barrel.
The spelling mistake wasn't a mistake at all, but a clue.

The thing is, Timmy has another reason for his good relationship with the mailman.
Over the past few years, Timmy has come up with a few tactics for buying things his parents would never buy him.
Ron's father works in IT and once told him how to easily get his money onto the internet to pay online.
Timmy has created a series of accounts and payment options for himself. The packages themselves are then sent to “Johnas.”
If the name is spelled incorrectly, then his parents must not see the package under any circumstances.
But so far, he has never had any problems.
The packages full of cotton ropes were probably the most harmless thing he ever ordered.

When he met his mother, he gave her the letters.

“You should get ready. We're going to the movies in a minute.”

“Can we walk down the street? I promised Kenne I'd drop off the letters.”

His mother looked a little puzzled, but then she saw the bar of chocolate.

“At least it seems to be worth it for you.”

Timmy thought for a moment and said with a grin, “You bet! I'll go upstairs and get changed.”

He walks through the garden and takes his package with him. Then he goes up to his room.
Full of anticipation, he opens his package and is delighted.

“I love it when a plan comes together!” he exclaims loudly.

Timmy has his own plans for this week.
If Amanda and Ron don't tie him up, he'll have to do it himself.
He even sketched some of his plans on paper.
He has nothing to do all week, and he'll even be home alone for the second half of the week.

What he has planned is nothing less than a week of experiments.

He hides the contents of the package and goes downstairs.

“It starts tomorrow,” he says to himself.

"Kindness should be rewarded.”

“I couldn't agree more!” said Timmy with a big grin. Kenny Would you be kind enough to tie me up as an experiment, Timmy asked with a smile.

Timmy the Mad Scientist wanting to experiment on himself. BWAHAAAHAAAA

Man i wonder what’s inside of that package…

And Timmy sometimes stays home alone quite long, Ehud? I wonder if he‘ll ever meet a robber. I‘m sure robbers are happy to deal with kids with good equipment haha

Also: HOLYYYYY, this is soooo good. You‘ve got some REAL talent my friend. Please keep this going, it’s insanely good

@Kira this is a great story cant wait to read about Timmys experiments