Stories of Tie Up Games

Chapter 1


Sometimes I ask myself whether I really love my job. Or whether I would still choose it if I didn’t actually need the decent salary it pays. And the answer to those questions is always yes. Because I love kids. They are my best friends—and I’m pretty sure they love me too.

My name is Billy. I’m twenty-eight, single, and trying to save my paychecks so I can eventually have a decent life.


Billy

So what’s my job? Well, I teach children—not because their parents want them to excel in math or master French, but because in the afternoons, after school is over, while their parents are busy roaming the world of business or sitting in strategic meetings with major banks, they need someone to simply keep their kids. Naturally, keeping them comes at the cost of an expensive hourly class.

My job is to hold these kids in a private classroom and teach them a handful of skills that are neither very complicated nor particularly important. Things like how to meditate, or how to create a piece of art using recycled materials. And sometimes, I don’t teach them anything new at all—we just play different games and kill time until their parents come to pick them up.

The goal of these classes is not to teach school subjects. No. Here, we talk about real-life skills. To be honest, most of the time I’m teaching “how to survive” techniques to children who don’t need anything to survive other than their parents’ credit cards.

I’m standing in the classroom, waiting for the boys to arrive so we can start. Today’s class begins in ten minutes. I spent a long time thinking about what I should teach them today, and finally decided that it would be best to introduce an important, vital survival skill—disguised as a game. That’s why, before coming to class, I stopped by a hardware store and bought a few supplies for today’s lesson: five loops of rope, a couple of rolls of duct tape, and a few bandanas.
A few minutes later, the kids walk in and class officially starts.

Steve is the first one through the door. A thirteen-year-old blond kid with blue eyes. He’s a total troublemaker—always joking around and causing chaos in class. He walks in wearing tight jeans and a white T-shirt, flashes a grin as he brushes his long golden hair out of his face, and says:

“Hey Billy, how about we skip the lesson today and just play?”

I smile back and say,
“Steve, today we’re gonna play and learn a skill. Trust me, buddy.”

The second and third kids walk in together: Bamdad and Bardia. They’re eleven-year-old twin brothers, basically identical except for their hair. Bardia has straight brown hair, while Bamdad’s is curly. They’re always dressed the same—like right now, both wearing black T-shirts, black pants, and black sneakers.

The fourth kid is Farham. A little prodigy—a mini scientist who always gets the highest grades in class. He’s twelve, with short black hair, tan skin, and a cute, boyish face.

The last one to enter is Soheil. He’s older than the rest—fifteen years old. Taller than the other boys and only a few inches shorter than me. He’s genuinely kind and polite, with straight brown hair, sharp features, and an overall handsome look.

Once everyone’s inside, I close the classroom door and get started.

“Hey everyone. Hope you all had a great weekend. Today we’re gonna have some fun and learn a practical skill that could help save our lives in tough situations. Anyone wanna guess what we’re doing today?”

Farham looks at me curiously and asks,
“Are we learning Morse code?”

I shake my head.
“Not today, Farham. We’re not doing Morse code.”

I smile and keep going.
“All five of you come from wealthy families, which—let’s be honest—means there’s always a chance someone might target you and try to kidnap you. So today, we’re gonna learn how to escape if you ever end up in that kind of situation.”

Steve grins mischievously.
“Ooooh, sounds exciting.”

“Yeah, Steve. Exactly. If someone kidnaps you, the first thing they’ll do is tie up your hands and feet with rope and tape your mouth shut. So we need to be ready for that.”

I put my backpack on the desk. All five boys stare at it, curious. I pull out ropes, bandanas, and rolls of duct tape and lay them out on the table. Smiling, I ask:

“So… who wants to volunteer first?”

Five for the price of one, what a fantastic deal. What will 2 groups of 5 tied-up boys cost today, fed before delivery as usual?

I look forward to seeing how this develops.

Interesting premise… let’s see where this goes

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BoudBoy22 wrote: 1 day ago OMG, come on, hurry up. I need the second part. This story looks really good!!!! Five rich and handsome boys bound and gagged, it's a dream come true

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Chapter 2

Steve looks at the ropes and tape with a spark of excitement in his eyes and says,
“I guess I should volunteer first.”
He rises from the chair and walks toward me. I smile and say,
“Great! Now stand right here and put your hands behind your back.”
Steve stands next to me and places his hands behind him. I pick up some rope and start binding his wrists, looping it several times until they’re snug. I thread the rope through the loops and tie it off, ensuring his hands are firmly secured. Then I move to his elbows, pulling them back slightly and tying them tight. Steve wiggles his fingers and says,
“I think if I try a little, I could get my hands free. You’re gonna have to tie me tighter, Billy.”
I’m almost certain I’ve bound him so securely that escape is impossible. But, of course, it’s Steve—proud, confident, and never one to give up. I tell him,
“Now, lie down on the floor.”
He obeys. I grab more rope and begin binding his legs. The other guys sit on the chairs, watching Steve with curiosity. I secure his ankles, calves, and thighs tightly with rope. Steve flexes his bound legs a little and says,
“I don’t think the thieves would be this gentle with me. You’ll have to do better, Billy.”
I look at him in surprise. Is he teasing me on purpose—or did I not tie him tight enough?
I pick up another rope and tie his ankles to his bound wrists behind him, pulling firmly. His body arches backward, heels just inches from his hips. Now it’s time to gag him—the thing Steve needs most. I grab a bandana and fold it.
“Open your mouth, boy,” I instruct.
I tuck the bandana into his mouth and wrap tape around it three times. His cheeks puff slightly beneath the tape, pronounced against his skin. I glance at him and feel satisfied with the result: completely secure and tight. I’m confident he can’t free himself anytime soon. I look at the other guys and say,
“Alright, who’s next?”Bamdad and Bardia stand up from their chairs together and say,
“We want to go next.”
I decide to tie them in a slightly different way.
“Sit on the floor back-to-back, with your spines pressed together and legs stretched out,” I instruct.
They obey. I tie their wrists behind them, then loop another rope over their chests and arms, binding them together as they sit back-to-back. I secure their legs—wrists, calves, and thighs—with rope. Bamdad laughs and says,
“I’ve never felt this close to my brother before!”
I tuck bandanas into their mouths and wrap tape around them three times, binding their heads together from behind. The twin brothers, nearly identical, are bound in perfect symmetry.
Steve continues struggling, never giving up.
Next is Farham. He rises from the chair and walks toward me. I smile.
“Farham, how about I tie you in a different style?”
He’s the kind of guy who enjoys challenges and new experiences, so he nods in agreement.
He sits on the floor like the others. I secure his wrists behind him, then tie his legs tightly. I grin.
“Alright, I’m going to make it a bit more challenging and tie your legs up to your neck. If it gets uncomfortable or you feel like you’re suffocating, just moan three times in a row, and I’ll untie you immediately.”
He smiles and says,
“Okay, but don’t worry about me—tie me tight.”
I loop a rope from his bent knees to his neck and pull it snug. His body curls into a tight ball, almost like a human cannonball. I tie the rope around his neck carefully, leaving enough space for him to breathe.
I tuck a bandana into his mouth and wrap tape around it three times. He struggles, rolling slightly like a big ball.
Finally, I look at Soheil. He’s still sitting on the chair, watching the others struggle. He’s older than the rest, shy and gentle, so I need to handle him with care.
“Do you want to try this challenge, Soheil? You can skip it today if you want,” I ask.
He shakes his head nervously and says softly,
“No! I want to try… there’s just one thing…”
I gently ask,
“You can tell me anything.”
He looks at Steve, still struggling, and says,
“I want to be tied like Steve.”
I smile.
“Alright, that’s no problem. Please lie down like Steve.”
He obeys. I bind his wrists behind him and tie his legs. Finally, I loop a rope connecting his ankles to his bound wrists, but I leave it a little looser so he’s comfortable. Like the others, I gag him with a bandana and wrap tape around it three times.
“Are you okay now? Are the ropes bothering you?” I ask.
He struggles slightly, then shakes his head.
At that moment, Steve manages to loosen the tape around his mouth and pushes the bandana out with his tongue. He still can’t speak clearly but tries to protest:
“Billy… I told… you… you need to tie me tighter!”
I walk over and say,
“Not yet, Steve. No one’s getting free right now.”
I tuck the bandana back into his mouth and wrap the tape twelve times around it, covering half his face.
“Mmmfff… mmmfff…”
I glance at all five of them and say,
“On the count of three, start trying to get free. One… two… three!”
All five start struggling. Their muffled groans are audible beneath the tape.
“Mmfff… mmfff…”
“Mmfff… mmfff… mmmfff…”
“Mmfff… mmfff… mmmfff…”
It’s a spectacular sight—five boys wriggling and straining. Bamdad and Bardia give up first, exhausted. Farham tries to undo the knots on his wrists but eventually admits defeat. Soheil barely moves, only shifting his legs occasionally. Only Steve keeps struggling, groaning stubbornly, and glancing at me with that defiant, proud look.
“Mmmfff… mmmfff… mmfff…”

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