Stories of Tie Up Games

Okay, so, the exchange is definitely a trap. Obviously! I suspect that Carlo is attempting to get Luke and Selim away from Rolland's so they can swoop in and grab Artis, Ricky, and Seth with little resistance!

Of course, this is contingent on whatever Luke and Selim have up their sleeves!

And, where is everyone else in the game? We know Vishal is on the board, but there's definitely more pieces in play than we are currently seeing!

Right. I feel like it's a big tactical mistake to potentially leave themselves vulnerable for an exchange that won't even put them ahead numbers-wise. Luke's group may have started out the biggest, but it looks like they'll be getting whittled down to a more manageable size.

gag1195 wrote: 2 days ago Okay, so, the exchange is definitely a trap. Obviously! I suspect that Carlo is attempting to get Luke and Selim away from Rolland's so they can swoop in and grab Artis, Ricky, and Seth with little resistance!

Of course, this is contingent on whatever Luke and Selim have up their sleeves!

And, where is everyone else in the game? We know Vishal is on the board, but there's definitely more pieces in play than we are currently seeing!

Croup wrote: 2 days ago Right. I feel like it's a big tactical mistake to potentially leave themselves vulnerable for an exchange that won't even put them ahead numbers-wise. Luke's group may have started out the biggest, but it looks like they'll be getting whittled down to a more manageable size.

Yeah the exchange is a really big risk. Definitely driven more by emotions (Luke's drive to beat Carlo, and Mateo's crush on Artis) then either team would like to admit. We'll see how it goes for them.

Excited to show how the others have been! I'm going to post two chapters - a short one about the prisoner exchange, and a longer one that checks in on Jurgen!

Chapter 6 - The Prisoner Exchange
10am. A forest at the edge of town.

Carlo walks with Mateo. He asks him one last time.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Mateo nods.

The two discussed the pros and cons. Ricky had proved himself to be tactical and clever in the kidnap game. He knew the guys and had insider information about their base. Mateo also thought he could use his recent history with Artis as a way to tear down the team from the inside.

The two teams met in the clearing.

Mateo was a little nervous when he didn't see Artis with Luke and Selim, but he assured himself Artis was back with the prisoners.

He also had a twinge of fear at the sight of Ricky.

Ricky's front and back were covered in bruises. Despite his legs not being restrained in any way, Ricky hobbled with the walk of someone clearly sore for hours of forced stretching and a particularly rough fuck.

His captors had allowed Ricky to wear underwear, a modesty the prisoner appreciated since they'd be out in the woods. The tight trunks they gave him though didn't do a thing to hide his obvious erection.

They'd tied Ricky in an elaborate chest harness, with as many knots as possible. His wrists were bound behind him, and a crotch rope ran under him and only further accentuated his small, rock hard dick.
Luke had made sure to tie Ricky in a way that would take a significant amount of time for Carlo to untie. Meanwhile Selim had brought handcuffs to quickly restrain Mateo.

Carlo clocked this, and decided he wouldn't untie Ricky. There was no way for him to get Ricky loose before Mateo was restrained, at which point it would be two vs one, and he wouldn't stand a chance.

So when Mateo walked towards his new captors, and Ricky was sent back to Carlo, Carlo grabbed Ricky and started to run.

Ricky was slow, clearly sore from the day before. Carlo heard the click of handcuffs back in the woods behind him.

Selim handcuffed Mateo to a tree, and then he and Luke took off towards Carlo.

“Come on, come on,” Carlo said, “we’re almost there.”

Carlo and Ricky just reached the road as Luke and Selim came back into view. Carlo opened the back seat to Mateo’s car and pushed Ricky inside. He jumped in the driver seat and sped off down the country road.

In his rear view mirror he saw Luke watching him drive away, before turning his focus to Ricky, who was squirming and grunting into his duct tape gag.

“Sorry I didn't have a chance to untie you back there,” Carlo said, though if he was being honest, he did very much enjoy the sight of cute, awkward Ricky bound and gagged in the back seat.

Carlo waited longer than he probably needed to to pull off on an old side road and release Ricky.

The two returned to Carlo’s friend's safehouse, where Ricky filled Carlo in on everything he'd learned during his stay at Rolland's.

Carlo listened intently to descriptions of the jail cell, the camera security system, the shed, basement, outdoor cages, and rooms all designed to keep men imprisoned. As Ricky described the enemy team’s practice of sending two out on missions and leaving behind to keep watch over the prisoners, Carlo began to get an idea.

Chapter 7 - A Surprise Camping Trip
Flashback, Friday Evening.

The biker looked down at his watch. 6:15. He had to get home.

Work had run late. He hadn't left soon enough. Too many of the other players knew his route home. He had no restraints, no allies, no plan. He was a sitting duck.

Cars passed him as he sped down the road. He’d made it to the last stretch of woods at the edge of town. If he could just make it a few more miles he'd be back in the busy city streets, where even his friends might not dare jump him.

A truck was following him.

Fuck.

He peddled faster.

The truck kept following him. He slowed down and signaled the truck to pass.

It didn't.

Jurgen didn't recognize the truck. Maybe it was just a cautious driver. He decided to pull over to let the truck pass.

Jurgen pulled off the road, onto a grassy, leafy shoulder that backed up to a whole lot of woods.

The truck stopped in front of him.

Shit.

His pursuer stepped out. A tall, southern man in his late 20s. Brandishing handcuffs, zip ties, and rope.

A player. A hunter.

Jurgen’s mind raced. He could try to ride away… but then he'd lead this purserer straight to his house. No. He'd have to run. He'd have to lose him in the woods.

“Please pick up my bike.” Jurgen shouted as he hopped off it, “I don't want it to get taken.”

“You should worry more about getting taken yourself, bud.” The pursuer smirked, then broke into a full sprint.

Jurgen turned and ran into the woods.

The sun was just past the horizon, the trees were silhouettes in the dimming light. Jurgen weaved through the thick woods, his heart pounding in his chest. He heard his pursuer closing in behind him. He turned around to look….

And tripped over a root.

By the time Jurgen hit the ground, his kidnapper was already on top of him. The toned wrangler pinned the skinny biker to the ground.

Within a minute, Jurgen's wrists were bound behind his back. His captor was experienced with ropes. Wrist cuffs alone would have been enough to subdue Jurgen, and yet his kidnapper was far from done.

Jurgen's arms were bound at the forearms and pinned to his back with a chest harness. A rope belt and crotch ropes accentuated the bulge in his cycling gear.

Then he was marched back to his kidnapper’s truck.

Lucky for Jurgen, his captor threw his bike in the bed of his truck. Unlucky for Jurgen, his kidnapper also threw him in the bed of his trunk.

He rode for a good half hour in the dark, until the kidnapper arrived at camp.

* * * * *

Jeremiah was from out of town. He had no place of his own in the city this game was happening in. A hotel for four whole days would be too expensive, and he was worried that if he crashed with someone, they might turn on him as an easy bounty.

So he found a campsite. One that got little to no traffic this time of year. He reserved a spot way off in the woods, far from the other sites. A perfect secluded spot to keep his bounty until it was time to cash them out.

He pulled Jurgen out of the bed of his truck and walked him to a clearing. During the drive, his captive had managed to loosen some of the ropes binding him, so Jeremiah made sure to tighten the ropes more than he had when initially tying Jurgen. Jeremiah threw a long rope over a sturdy tree branch 10 ft up, then tied that rope off to Jurgen's chest harness. For added immobilization, he tied the toned European’s legs, thighs and ankles together.

Jeremiah started a fire and cooked some dinner, enjoying the entertainment of Jurgen struggling in his standing bondage.
After dinner, Jeremiah stood in front of his trussed up prey. Jurgen’s legs were tired from being forced to stand, and he was getting hungry from watching his captor eat. Jurgen begged Jeremiah to let him sit down and eat.

“Once you earn it.”

Jeremiah modified the rope that tied Jurgen off to the branch so that Jurgen was able to kneel on the ground. Once kneeling, Jeremiah tied the tree rope to Jurgen's ankles, ensuring he couldn't stand back up.

Jeremiah stood in front of Jurgen, unzipped his jeans, and made Jeremiah suck him off.

Jurgen put everything he had into that blowjob, hoping if he did a good job he would garner some good will from the man who might keep him prisoner for the entire weekend.

His jaw started to get sore, but Jurgen was reinvigorated by the taste of Jeremiah's precum. A few minutes later and the out-of-towner shot a load down Jurgen's throat.

For his good performance, Jeremiah fed Jurgen some of the left over, only slightly cold chili. He gave Jurgen plenty of water, then untied the rope forcing him to kneel.

Unfortunately for Jurgen, he'd only untied the rope so he could re-tie it tight to the tree. Jurgen was made to stand again.

“Sorry bud,” Jeremiah said, “I'm not happy I have to do this, but I gotta wear you out now so you can’t fight back later.”

Jeremiah started ruthlessly tickling Jurgen. The bound man squirmed and howled with laughter. The tight lycra cycling gear turned Jeremiah's already skilled fingers into a sensory nightmare. Jurgen had a pretty wide range of motion to struggle, which only made him wear himself out even more than if he'd been tied tighter.

Every few minutes, Jeremiah would give Jurgen a reprieve from tickling, only to spend the time smacking the poor captive’s ass, thighs, and legs until his whole lower half stung.

Somewhere along the way, as he thrashed and squirmed, Jurgen's hard cock rubbed against his tight outfit, and he came. It was unceremonious and awkward, and immediately interrupted by more tickling and beatings.

Once Jeremiah was sure his prisoner was nearly spent, he pulled the tree rope tight, forcing Jurgen into a harsh strappado. He kept him there for only a few minutes, long enough for Jurgen to scream in pain, and long enough Jeremiah was sure Jurgen’s muscles would be too tired to fight back.

Jeremiah locked a collar around Jurgen's neck, and then fully untied him.

Jurgen fell to the ground, catching his breath and resting his sore muscles. Moving hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep.

“Get up boy,” Jeremiah said, locking a leash to the front of Jurgen's collar, “you'll have plenty of time to rest soon.”

Jeremiah led Jurgen to the campsite bathrooms, where he released Jurgen and ordered him to use the bathroom, strip naked, and shower. The cold campground water felt good on Jurgen, and Jurgen couldn't help but get hard again as he checked out his bruises in the half broken bathroom mirror.

Jeremiah stood guard outside, and as soon as Jurgen opened the door, he locked the leash back on him and led him back to their campsite. Despite his hands and legs being free, Jurgen was too exhausted to meaningfully fight back, and decided to accept his fate.

Jeremiah unzipped the tent he'd set up, revealing a sleeping bag and a bondage sleep sack. He guided Jurgen into the sack, unlocked his collar, then pulled laces on the sack tight so Jurgen was trapped, snug and warm, unable to do much more than wiggle on the floor of the tent like a worm.

Jeremiah laid down beside him in his own sleeping bag.

The two chatted for a bit before Jurgen, too exhausted from his night of bondage and beatings, fell asleep.

Jeremiah lay awake a little while longer, his mind racing with plans for tomorrow.

Jeremiah had no desire to capture everyone. He wasn't hunting for the biggest payout. Jeremiah simply wanted to use the kidnap game as a chance to take a guy and use him however he pleased. One prisoner to keep and have fun with for a whole weekend.

Jeremiah was in a defensible position. Out in the woods, where none of the other players would know where he was. He had enough bondage gear in the way of sleep sacks and cages that he was sure he could keep his captured plaything secure for the next three days.

He'd turn him in at the end of the game, just to get the money to pay off his camping expenses, and to see sexy sleek Jurgen all on display as entertainment at the NYE party.

As Jeremiah fell asleep, his mind raced with thoughts of all the fun he could have with his prisoner tomorrow.

Unfortunately, Jeremiah woke up with Vishal sitting on top of him, the ex-cop’s legs and his own closed sleeping bag keeping Jeremiah stuck.

The whole tent shook as Vishal subdued Jeremiah and restrained him. By 8am on Saturday morning, Vishal had 3 prisoners, and had commandeered Jeremiah’s campsite.

An eventual raid on Rolland's compound! And my goodness, Mateo and Artis are too adorable with their pining!

And of course, the questions have to be asked: How did Vishal know where Jeremiah was? And to that end, who Jeremiah is, since Jurgen didn't even recognize him?

Mysteries upon mysteries...