Classic Hostage Game (MMM/F)
Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2026 12:47 am
Growing up, I spent at least a few weeks every summer with my extended family, and me and my three cousins (Cam, Will, Felix) who were closest to my age would often play games that would have a tie-up element. As the youngest (Cam was a year older than me, Will a year and a half older, and Felix three years older) and the only girl, I would often be relegated to the role of "hostage" or "damsel-in-distress" during these games, which suited me just fine. A lot of times I was just left to languish somewhere with my arms behind my back while I waited for rescue (or tickle-torment), but there were plenty of times that I was tied up for real, and sometimes gagged too. It was always the middle of the summer and typically hot, so we were often running around in the woods down by the lake in either swimsuits or t-shirts/tank tops and shorts.
On one occasion when I was probably about 10 years old, the four of us decided to play one of our games with a twist; I would be a bad-guy hostage held captive for the good guys to find and interrogate. To make the game more realistic I hid an object in the woods for the boys to torture the location of from me; Will was tasked with finding me a place to be held captive, while Cam and Felix would be tasked with finding me, with Will able to join in but not tell them where I was.
In many of our games I was held captive in the treehouse, but I think Will realized how obvious of a location that was and decided to drag me out to the old storage shed down by the lake instead. It was probably a 6x6 foot space that was kind of musty and dirty on the inside; it was mostly used for storing lifejackets, paddles, fishing gear and the like. It was the first time we'd utilized the space during our play, and it was a clear treasure trove of items for us to use. Will marched me into the shed with my hands behind my back and immediately zeroed in on the coils of rope hanging on one of the walls. Some of the rope was the thick, plastic-y type that's hard to use for knot-tying, but there was one bundle of slightly dirt-stained cotton rope which Will grabbed and used to bind my hands behind my back, wrapping the rope around my wrists firmly and then tying more rope in between my wrists to separate them, so they were bound quite securely. It was the first time I'd been tied up with rope, with our typical games involving jumpropes stored in the treehouse (or just being pinned down by one of the older, larger boys).
After my wrists were tied Will had me lie on my belly on the floor and pulled my ankles together, binding them the same way with the rope. Since it was one long, uncut length of rope, Will ended up hogtying me with a line of rope leading between my bound wrists and ankles. I wriggled on my stomach for a moment while Will stood back to admire his handiwork- then he spotted a box of beach towels and picnic blankets nestled off to the side of the shed. He started digging through it until he found a towel that was much smaller than a usual beach towel, about half the size and made of thinner material. Will twisted the towel up until it formed one long fabric strip and tied it tightly through my mouth in a cleave gag.
I was having the time of my life- I loved getting tied up for real, and being gagged was a treat. It was the first time I can recall being gagged well, since previously I'd been given weak gags that didn't do too much to actually prevent me from speaking. The twisted-up towel was thick and tied tightly enough that when I tried to talk, the words came out too muffled and distorted to understand. With his job done for the moment, Will left me alone and went to find Cam and Felix. I immediately rolled onto my side so that my head and belly were facing the cracked-open shed door and started squirming around, testing my bonds. I was tied surprisingly tight but I kept wriggling and 'mmmph'ing into the gag.
It didn't take too long before the door of the shed swung open to reveal Cam, Will and Felix looming over me. I squirmed around some more and 'mmmmph'ed loudly while the three boys came into the shed and knelt around me. The unspoken plan had been for the three boys to tickle-torture me until I revealed the location of the hidden object, but all my struggling had made my tank top ride up to show off my chubby belly and my cousins started digging into it immediately. My belly and bellybutton were known weak-spots that my cousins loved to tickle, and they spent at least five minutes tormenting my helpless belly! Since I was gagged, I couldn't even reveal any information about the object I'd hidden. After a while, Felix ungagged me and then all three tickled me some more until I gave up the object's location. It was one of the most memorable tie up experience I've had!
On one occasion when I was probably about 10 years old, the four of us decided to play one of our games with a twist; I would be a bad-guy hostage held captive for the good guys to find and interrogate. To make the game more realistic I hid an object in the woods for the boys to torture the location of from me; Will was tasked with finding me a place to be held captive, while Cam and Felix would be tasked with finding me, with Will able to join in but not tell them where I was.
In many of our games I was held captive in the treehouse, but I think Will realized how obvious of a location that was and decided to drag me out to the old storage shed down by the lake instead. It was probably a 6x6 foot space that was kind of musty and dirty on the inside; it was mostly used for storing lifejackets, paddles, fishing gear and the like. It was the first time we'd utilized the space during our play, and it was a clear treasure trove of items for us to use. Will marched me into the shed with my hands behind my back and immediately zeroed in on the coils of rope hanging on one of the walls. Some of the rope was the thick, plastic-y type that's hard to use for knot-tying, but there was one bundle of slightly dirt-stained cotton rope which Will grabbed and used to bind my hands behind my back, wrapping the rope around my wrists firmly and then tying more rope in between my wrists to separate them, so they were bound quite securely. It was the first time I'd been tied up with rope, with our typical games involving jumpropes stored in the treehouse (or just being pinned down by one of the older, larger boys).
After my wrists were tied Will had me lie on my belly on the floor and pulled my ankles together, binding them the same way with the rope. Since it was one long, uncut length of rope, Will ended up hogtying me with a line of rope leading between my bound wrists and ankles. I wriggled on my stomach for a moment while Will stood back to admire his handiwork- then he spotted a box of beach towels and picnic blankets nestled off to the side of the shed. He started digging through it until he found a towel that was much smaller than a usual beach towel, about half the size and made of thinner material. Will twisted the towel up until it formed one long fabric strip and tied it tightly through my mouth in a cleave gag.
I was having the time of my life- I loved getting tied up for real, and being gagged was a treat. It was the first time I can recall being gagged well, since previously I'd been given weak gags that didn't do too much to actually prevent me from speaking. The twisted-up towel was thick and tied tightly enough that when I tried to talk, the words came out too muffled and distorted to understand. With his job done for the moment, Will left me alone and went to find Cam and Felix. I immediately rolled onto my side so that my head and belly were facing the cracked-open shed door and started squirming around, testing my bonds. I was tied surprisingly tight but I kept wriggling and 'mmmph'ing into the gag.
It didn't take too long before the door of the shed swung open to reveal Cam, Will and Felix looming over me. I squirmed around some more and 'mmmmph'ed loudly while the three boys came into the shed and knelt around me. The unspoken plan had been for the three boys to tickle-torture me until I revealed the location of the hidden object, but all my struggling had made my tank top ride up to show off my chubby belly and my cousins started digging into it immediately. My belly and bellybutton were known weak-spots that my cousins loved to tickle, and they spent at least five minutes tormenting my helpless belly! Since I was gagged, I couldn't even reveal any information about the object I'd hidden. After a while, Felix ungagged me and then all three tickled me some more until I gave up the object's location. It was one of the most memorable tie up experience I've had!