Stories of Tie Up Games

Well well, I wonder how it‘ll go this time

But seriously, this is so amanzingly written. Really great job

What has happened so far?

Timmy sets off for his parents' weekend house. The house was isolated next to a forest on the edge of a mountain. He used this location for his next experiment. He tied his upper body, arms, upper and lower legs with ropes. Then he put two socks in his mouth and tied them together with a cloth to make a rather nasty gag. A motorcycle mask on his head prevents anything from moving. Finally, he tied his arms and feet with two pairs of handcuffs. A bicycle lock connected them to form a rather secure hogtie.

Now all he can do is wait for the ice lock on the ceiling to fall. The key dangles at the bottom of the lock.

Chapter 2: A long week full of experiments Part 4

With that last click, a feeling shot through his body that he had hardly ever experienced before.
When he tied himself up for the first time, he was already quite excited. This time it was even more so.
He knew that now he had no chance of getting out. No one knew he was here.
The key to the ice lock was his only chance. But until it fell to the floor, nothing could save him.

He began to test his bonds and thrashed around wildly. He could hardly move his arms because of the ropes around his upper body.
He couldn't move them away from his body or bend them very far. His legs were tightly bound together and he couldn't move them apart at all.
The hogtie wasn't very tight, but he could only raise his legs to a maximum of 90 degrees. He couldn't go any further back.
This meant that he couldn't move very much. His feet were bare, of course, and pointed upwards into the air.
His headgear was quite uncomfortable. After only a short time, he began to sweat under the motor mask. And through the sleep mask underneath, he could see nothing but darkness.
The gag was also a little more uncomfortable than he had hoped. The two socks filled his mouth well and were already soaked with his saliva after a few minutes.
After just a few minutes, he gave up. He had absolutely no chance. How could he? The handcuffs and leg irons were made of metal. No matter what he did, they wouldn't open.
This knowledge further intensified his euphoria. Not only was he completely helpless and bound, with no hope of quick release.
He was also dependent on his plan working.
As already mentioned, no one knew that little Timmy was here. If he couldn't open the lock, he would probably lie here for days or weeks.
This realization caused him to panic a little. Overall, his body was filled with a mixture of euphoria and fear.
He loved the situation, but he was also afraid that something could go wrong.
However, he couldn't do anything for the next hour, so he ended up moaning loudly. A soft “mmmmmmmh” echoed through the room.
More followed. Then there was silence again.

[15 minutes later]

Timmy had no idea how long he had been lying there. It could have been minutes or hours.
He had completely lost track of time.
He had also given up trying to free himself. He had resigned himself to the situation and began to relax.
This time he did a lot better than on his first attempt.
The ropes were tight, but not so tight that they quickly became uncomfortable.
Every now and then, he tried to move his arms and legs a little, at least as far as the ropes would allow.
He began to rock his legs back and forth, partly out of boredom.
The only thing that bothered him was the gag. When he tied himself up, he had two options.
Either he could use the classic socks and cloths, or his red ball gag.
He opted for the classic approach from kidnapping stories: socks.
These were already completely soaked with his saliva, while his mouth was virtually dry.
The feeling annoyed him, but there was nothing he could do about it. Every attempt to push the wet socks out of his mouth failed.
So his emotional chaos returned. He loved the situation, but at the same time he hated it.
Finally, he began to relax again. At least as far as was possible on a hard wooden floor.
Maybe he should have put a blanket under him?
But in the end, he calmed down. Only occasionally did he rock his bare feet in the air.

[30 minutes later]

He was about to fall asleep when a loud bang woke him up. It came from outside!
“What was that?” he thought to himself. He began to moan again and pull at his restraints.
“Mmmmmmmh,” “Mmmmmhe,” he cried out loudly and thrashed wildly in his restraints.
His adrenaline levels skyrocketed again. Suddenly, every thought in his head revolved around escaping.
He wanted to free himself! His whole body felt warm and he was breathing heavily.
After a few minutes, however, he gave up trying. There was no point in fighting against the restraints.
Now he was not only warm, sweat was running down his body. He slowly began to calm down and listened to the room.
He didn't hear any footsteps. “No one can be here!” he said to himself.
At this point, he cursed the mask. Until now, he had coped well with the darkness.
But now that the thought had planted itself in his head that someone could be standing next to him, the darkness was almost unbearable.
Many minutes passed in which Timmy concentrated on every sound in the room.
Slowly, his pulse returned to normal. “There was no one here. It was an animal, for sure!”
That's what Timmy told himself. But in his subconscious, the thought had taken root that someone was watching him through the window.
No matter how often he told himself that it was impossible, he couldn't banish the thought.
Another 30 minutes passed during which Timmy was completely unable to relax.
Even though he hadn't heard any noises since the bang, his body was on high alert.
He was just starting to calm down when another bang echoed through the room. This time it was even louder!
Timmy was in shock and began to tug at his ropes while screaming at the top of his lungs.
Despite the gag, a loud “mmmmmmhhhh” could be heard.
After he recovered from the shock, Timmy began to rejoice.
That was the sound of a massive object falling to the floor.
It was the lock! He had cleverly decided to hang the large part of the ice lock downwards.
That way, it would not only fall down safely (maybe even faster?), but it would also be a larger object for him to search for.
The downside was that it also made a very loud bang.

Now the hardest of all tasks began. He was completely blind through the mask. He knew roughly what the room looked like and where he was.
The key was hanging on the lock, which was relatively large.
That should be easy to find, right?

He knew that the lock was to his left. So he tried to push himself in that direction.
However, this was much more difficult than he had imagined. The fact that his upper and lower legs were also tied up was a particular disadvantage here.
He could hardly use his arms either. Finally, he tried several tactics, including rocking, hopping, and crawling.
It took minutes and he had no idea where he was.
He kept changing his position between lying on his stomach, left side, and right side.
It felt like an eternity before his body touched the wall.
Although he had only moved a few meters forward, sweat was running down his body. Moving in a hogtie with his knees tied together was extremely exhausting.
Those 10 minutes took more effort than a whole double period of gym class!
And he wasn't done yet. He was at the wall, but he didn't have a key.
He lay down on his side and began to feel the floor with his fingers and the tips of his toes. He turned several times and searched the floor.
There was nothing there!
Ten minutes had passed since the bang and Timmy was panicking again.
He realized that he had to succeed. No one knew he was here.
If he didn't free himself, no one would find him for days or weeks!
He was already thinking about what would be worse. The thought of dying here or being found alive in this humiliating position!
Timmy was close to tears, but then he realized something. When his head hit the wall, he came to an important realization that would decisively influence the outcome of the experiment.
He was in the wrong corner!
He was lying on his right side. His back was facing the corner, but his head was touching the glass front. Somehow he must have turned around and ended up in the wrong corner.
For a moment, hope began to gain the upper hand in him.
However, he also knew that he now had to move about 10 meters!
Once again, a loud groan echoed through the room. We don't know exactly what “mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh” meant. But it can be assumed that he was cursing like an old sailor.
After shouting his anger out of his soul for a minute, even if you couldn't hear much of it, he felt a little better.
Slowly, he got the hang of it and made much faster progress. At this point, it should be said that “faster” is in the order of 1.5 meters per minute.
Timmy moved across the wooden floor at a snail's pace. Scientists still argue today about what kind of movement it was.
The only thing that was certain was that it was not running. Rather, it was a mixture of crawling and hopping. In between, he also pushed himself off with his fingertips and feet.
Once he even turned around! He hoped he was moving in the right direction. The door should be at his feet. However, he couldn't check because he would have had to stretch out his legs to do so.
The hogtie prevented that, though. So he moved blindly through the room again. Another 15 minutes passed before he reached the other side.
Not only was he slow, but he also had to take several breaks. But now he was lying against the wall again.
It took him another minute to find the corner. The ice lock wasn't directly in the corner, but the wall was his only point of reference.
He just hoped that it really was the other corner and that he hadn't turned around again and ended up in the same corner.
At this point, he was completely drenched in sweat again.
His gym teacher would surely be proud of him! Or he would be shocked. One of the two.

In any case, you could see how much effort it was taking him. Nevertheless, he gathered all his strength to move away from the corner. He lay down on his side again and felt around on the floor.
He turned in circles while his feet and hands felt their way across the floor. After finding nothing again, he was almost certain that he had ended up in the same corner again.
Despair rose up in him once more. He thought about how stupid he actually was. How did he come up with such a stupid idea? It was the same thoughts he had had before.
Two days ago, when his parents almost caught him.
But this time, he didn't have to struggle for so long. His little toe soon touched a cool object. It must be the ice lock!
Actually, he was almost free. He just had to turn 90 degrees and move about a meter.
Despite the difficulties caused by the hogtie, he moved purposefully forward. He was slowly getting the hang of it!
Encouraged by his discovery, this time it was more of a hop than a crawl.
He felt around with his hands over the area where he thought the key should be.
However, he couldn't tell if he was in the right place. With every minute that passed, he lost his sense of direction.
It was unclear whether he was already too far away or completely in the wrong place.
But then his fingers touched the cool little object.
Timme grasped the ice lock firmly with his hand and let out a loud cheer.
If anyone had been standing outside the window looking in that day, they would have heard only a quiet “mmmmmh.”
What they would have seen was a little boy who was tied up at the torso, arms, upper and lower legs.
His hands and feet were handcuffed in a hogtie.
He was wearing a motorcycle mask on his head and a sleep mask underneath. He couldn't see the gag, but he could guess it was there.
He lay down on his stomach again, his bare feet pointing straight up in the air.
Timmy was relieved, in any case. He took the key at the end of the ice lock and unlocked the handcuffs.
Now he could stretch his legs for the first time. Next, he untied the ropes on his upper body and removed the masks and gag.
His hair was wet, as if he had just come from swimming. His clothes were also quite soaked. He then opened the foot cuffs and untied the ropes on his legs.
As he did so, he nervously glanced at the large glass front with the glass entrance door. However, he couldn't see anyone.
Even though the 8-meter-long glass front would have allowed a great view of the spectacle that was taking place inside this small house.
He went out into the garden, slightly tense, and looked around. He was relieved to find that he was alone.
He felt a little cold. That was probably due to his damp clothes and the sweat running down his face.
Then he saw an overturned chair. That must have been the source of the noise.
Probably a cat, he thought to himself.

He relaxed for a while in the small cottage next to the forest at the edge of a mountain. Then he began to tidy up and set off for home.
This time he didn't take the bus. Instead, he walked barefoot for over an hour down the hiking trail to the city. There he walked through a long forest and rocky path to his city until he arrived home in the evening.
When he arrived home, he greeted his parents. They were a little surprised by his appearance and asked what he had been doing.

“Oh, I just did some exercise.”

With those words, he went to his room. As the door closed behind him, he said quietly, “Experiment 2, a complete success.”

Oh to have entered a deserted cabin in the woods and found a Tied-up Timmy laying there hogtied with his bare feet sticking up in the air! A set up like this definitely calls for a Tickle Torture Torment of Little Tied-up Timmie's feet watching him squirm like a worm and squeal like a squirrel. Of course when the Ice Lock fell it would have to be picked and put one the table out of Timmies reach so the tickles could go on forever.

Great story, please continue with more adventures of Tied-up Timmy, he is pretty gullible and a cute little guy.

Man he’s really having some close calls. Better watch out buddy

I‘m already excited for the next part