Stories of Tie Up Games

Very cool tie up game idea, looking forward to seeing what people get

My heart was pounding like crazy in my chest as I was watching Mr. Wilson, who was now the only standing man in the spacious living room; everyone else was sitting on the chairs or armchairs. I looked around and realized that all the hunks who were wearing black baseball caps were relaxed and smiling and those with white ones seemed to be extremely nervous and impatient and I couldn’t blame them. I also was anxious as hell; the prospect of being bound by a yet unknown alpha man and not knowing exactly what my bondage experience would look like was thrilling beyond words. My eyes wandered from one muscular behemoth to the other and I couldn’t decide who my captor should be; at first I hoped that I would pick up Mr. Parker, but then I started wondering what it would feel like to be grabbed, roped up and gagged by some other brute while being watched by all other men. The familiar sensation began rushing through my body and I needed all my will power to focus on the present moment; after all, all would be decided in a matter of minutes.

“One more thing before we start our little lottery, man.” Dave, one of the soldiers who was practicing his restraining skills on me, asked.

“What is it?”

“Do we all take part in the game?”

“Good question. And the answer is no, only those who want will participate. If someone doesn’t want to be tied up, he simply won’t pick the ticket. And if someone doesn’t won’t to do the tying he simply refuses and the victim has to draw lots again.”

“All right, thanks!”

“Any other questions, gentlemen?”

I looked around one more time and saw that no one was answering and some of the guys with white caps had ironical smiles on their faces. Apparently the very thought of skipping such great opportunity to be tied up seemed absurd to them and I had to admit that I felt exactly the same way; there was no way in hell I would resign from the game and I was glad to see that none of the hunks who were wearing black or blue caps wanted to quit it. I smiled and turned my head to Mr. Wilson again. He took his baseball cap from his head and put it on the table in the kitchenette.

“All right, let’s begin then! I want everyone who wants to be the captor come here, take a little piece of paper, write their names on it and put it into my cap. When it’s ready, we’ll mix them up and let the victims draw.”

Me and the other guys watched in awe as one by one the super muscular alpha hunks walked to the table, write their names on the tickets and place them inside the black baseball cap. I was extremely excited when Mr. Bolton, Mr. Parker and Mr. Millburn did that and couldn’t stop wondering if one of them would be my captor. A familiar tingling appeared in my crotch, but I ignored it; instead I focused of watching the macho brutes putting their names on the pieces of paper and throwing them into the cap. Suddenly I realized that I didn’t know many of them and that there is a good chance that one of them will be tying me up in a few minutes. An excited moan escaped my mouth as I thought about that possibility and the fact that Mr. Parker, Mr. Millburn and Mr. Bolton would be watching me.

“Ok, now that we have the tickets ready, let’s start the lottery!” Mr. Wilson’s voice brought me back to reality.

I thought that we would have to walk to the cap and pick the tickets, but our host had another idea; he grabbed his cap and walked to the first jock with the white cap on his head. I looked at him and noticed he was choosing carefully before he finally draw a little piece of paper. He unfolded it and read aloud the name on it: Ben Thomson. The muscular jock smiled and walked to his new victim. The jock started saying something, but the giant palm of his abductor clamped itself mercilessly on his lower face, muffling all attempts to speak. The young man struggled a little, but gave up soon and just watched as his friends picked up their tickets. The other hunks laughed.

The time seemed to slow down significantly and plodded on incredibly; I couldn’t wait to pick up my own ticket, but I had to be patient. Mr. Wilson walked to the other jock, let him draw the little piece of paper and read the name on it aloud. Jack Parker. I felt disappointed when the muscular soldier moved to his prey and, just like Mr. Thomson, silenced his victim with his huge, sweaty palm. This repeated for some more time before our host finally walked to me and Shawn and let him pick the ticket. My friend’s captor would be our host. Mr. Wilson smiled widely at him and moved his cap towards me. With shaking hand I grabbed one of the few pieces of paper and read the name aloud. Robert Pullman.

I looked around and saw a super muscular hunk with short hair and beard standing up from his armchair and walking to me. He was wearing only his military pants and brown army boots; his shirtless torso was absolutely magnificent, he had broad chest, massive muscular arms and great looking six pack on his abdomen. I gasped in awe when he came close and I could smell his masculine scent mixed with his sweat. The giant hunk came behind me and immediately clamped his huge palm over my lower face, nipping my attempts to speak in the bud. I moaned excitedly into his hand, but that only encouraged him to tighten the grip over my mouth. I could only watch Mr. Wilson walk to the rest of the guys in white caps and soon every victim was silenced by his captor. “All right, I hope everyone is happy with the person he is paired with! Now that the first part is done, we should move to the next step of the game. I hope you remember the rules: the victims roll three dice to determine how well they will be tied up and gagged and how much time they get to free themselves. Then they flip a coin to see if they spend their imprisonment time hogtied or tied to a chair. Ready, boys?” Mr. Wilson asked.

“Mmmhhhh!” We nodded and grunted into our captors’ tight hand gags.

Once again on that early afternoon my heart started pounding like crazy in my chest. I couldn’t wait for our host to come to me and let me roll the dice. I really hoped that I will get top scores on all of them, but at the same time I was quite afraid of it; after all, I didn’t know Mr. Pullman at all and had no idea what he was capable of as far as bondage was concerned. The time slowed down again as I watched Mr. Wilson take out the three dice from the pocket on his military pants.

“All right, let’s begin!”


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I'll send you a pm.

Robert is a hunk! Excited to see what he can do!

Ooh, he really hit it big with Mr. Pullman! Quite an impressive specimen.

(goes digging through my closet for a white hat)

Yeah he's a beast

“Guys, wait! Before you roll, I have an idea… But everyone has to agree with it, especially the victims, because it would affect them the most.” Mr. Millburn suddenly said loudly.

“Sounds interesting, man… What exactly do you have in mind?” Mr. Wilson asked, clearly curious.

“It’s nothing sophisticated; if someone gets all maximums, the captor can double whichever result he wants. And if they are all minimums, the victims can cut by half anything he likes. What do you guys say?”

“Oh fuck, I think the idea is fantastic!” One of the hunks said amused.

I looked around and realized that all the captors seemed to like Mr. Millburn’s idea and the same thing could be said about most of the prisoners. However there were two guys who were clearly alarmed by it. Both of them tried to speak, but the giant behemoths who were keeping them tightly hand gagged didn’t allow them to do too much noise. All eyes turned to the mentioned men; as I looked closer at them I understood that there was a mental fight going on in their head. On the one hand they must have been frightened to get the time they had to spend bound and gagged doubled, but on the other, they didn’t want to spoil the fun for everyone else. The guys were looking at each other for quite some time before they finally gave up and nodded their heads, implying that they both agreed to the terms. I suspected that they did it under the pressure of the other hunks, but that didn’t matter at that moment; the game was improved and I had to admit that I liked the prospect of being properly restrained by Mr. Pullman.

For a few moments I watched the surroundings with awe; several extremely muscular hunks removed their huge palms from their victims’ mouths, allowing them some more movement. The guys took dice; some of them were excited to see the results, the other ones were quite anxious. Soon the room filled with the sound of the dice rolling on the table. When the first results were revealed I heard sighs of relief coming from the prisoners’ mouths; one of them was very close to maximum, scoring respectively four, six and six. I thought that the huge hunk who was keeping me hand gagged would release his vice-like grip from my lower face, but nothing like that happened. Apparently the guy liked being in control. Just as I was getting ready to roll my dice I heard a loud commotion. I looked up and saw that a few soldiers with black baseball caps gathered around the table.

“No fucking way!” A guy in his twenties moaned in disbelief.

“We have a maximum here, gentlemen!” Mr. Wilson announced to everyone.

“You’re so fucking screwed, kid…” His captor said with a devilish smile on his handsome, bearded face.

After a few moments the commotion died out and the rest of the prisoners returned to rolling their sets of dice. Nothing particularly interesting happened; there were no more maximums or minimums. I grabbed the three dice and looked up at me handsome captor. He smiled down at me faintly and with a swift move of his chin indicated that I should do my job. He also finally removed his sweat hand from my lower face, allowing me to take a deep breath. I gulped and rolled the dice. My heart was pounding in my chest as I was waiting for the results; I wasn’t exactly sure if I wanted to get the top scores, but I was sure I didn’t want the lowest; after all it shouldn’t be up to me to determine the time I spend in ropes. When the dice stopped and I looked at them I was quite satisfied; I got four, five and seven, which meant I would have a four layered gag, would be bound for five hours and seven parts of my body would be restrained.

“Not bad, kid. Not bad…” Mr. Pullman said in a deep, masculine voice.

“Thank you Sir… I also like it.”

“Good.”

The bearded soldier said nothing else. I looked around the room again and saw that most of the prisoners seemed satisfied with their results. The two men that were the most anxious were smiling, which somehow made me happy too. It started getting loud as everyone was now commenting on the scores. I searched Mr. Bolton, Mr. Parker and Mr. Millburn with my eyes, but they were totally absorbed in getting the ropes and tape ready to bind their prisoners. Due to the excitement I forgot about the last part of the game; the coin toss. Apparently I wasn’t the only one, because some of the hunks in black baseball caps were already forcing their victims’ arms behind their backs.

“Not so fast, gentlemen! You’ll have much time to restrain your boys, but first let’s finish the game. The prisoners will now toss a coin; the ones who get heads get hogtied and the ones with tails will be bound to a chair. Go!”

This time it was much faster than when we were rolling the dice and after several minutes everything was clear; as I expected the results were more less even. I was really glad I got the tails; I had nothing against being tightly hogtied, but the chair tie would allow me to admire my extremely handsome and muscular captor while he would be restraining me. I felt a familiar tingling in my crotch area and did my best to hide it. I let out a quiet gasp when I felt Mr. Pullman’s giant palm on my shoulder. I looked up at him again; this time his gaze was strict and it was clear that he didn’t want to see any resistance from me.

“Bring the chair, boy!” Was the only thing he said to me before he focused on the ropes.

“Yes, Sir!”

I looked around and spotted a free chair next to Mr. Bolton, so I quickly went to grab it. The cop said nothing when he saw me, but the playful sparkles in his eyes told me that he was having great time and was eager to bound his own prisoner. I smiled at him and returned to Mr. Pullman who was waiting for me with a long coil of rope in his hand. He ordered me to put the chair down and sit on it. I complied without delay; I expected him to start binding me right away, but instead he began walking around me solely, eyeing me up. I got quite nervous, but decided not to say a word. Finally, the giant behemoth stood in front of me.

“Ready, prisoner?”

“Absolutely ,Sir!”


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Oooh! I'm not sure I approve of gambling.

Xtc wrote: 10 months ago Oooh! I'm not sure I approve of gambling.

Hahaha, I guess this time you could make a small exception

I always like the idea of captives rolling for their own bondage.

I suspect that these beautiful hunks may tweak the session a bit if the role of the dice suggests something a little too gentle.

Seemed to be a pretty decent dice roll! Excited to see what Mr Pullman can do!

Luck-based bondage? I love it!
This is my kind of party.

Fantastic story i wish i could roll the dice it would be so much fun it has been way too long since i have been tied up

Mr. Pullman put his both huge palms on my shoulders and made me sit on the chair. I watched him calmly walk to the table and grab several coils of rope. He was looking at them for some time, clearly thinking about something. After a while he nodded his head gently and started separating the ropes; I thought that, since I rolled seven on the die which determined how many parts of my body would be bound, he would use seven pieces of rope, but apparently I was wrong and there were a few more. I was quite surprised by that, but before I answered the question, he began walking slowly around me, probably considering the best way to tie me up. His paces were loud and sent shivers down my spine; I felt like an embattled prey. Finally he stood up behind me. I decided to be a good prisoner and put my arms behind the backrest of the chair, but got immediately slapped hard at the back of my head.

“Who the fuck told you to do anything?!” He barked at me angrily.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. I just thought…”

“Then stop thinking and just sit calmly! If I want you to do anything, you’ll know it!”

I put my arms in front again and waited impatiently. After a few extremely long minutes the huge, muscular soldier grabbed my right arm and forced it against the side frame of the chair. He ordered me to keep it there and took the rope. Soon my wrist was being fastened mercilessly tightly to the wooden surface and I let out a quiet moan. Mr. Pullman was apparently acquainted with restraining a guy; within barely seconds my hand was immobilized and the knot was cinched far away from my fingers. Once the wrist was secured, the giant hunk grabbed another coil and started roping up my forearm and tying it to the chair. When he was done he instantly moved to the other limb and after some time both of my arms were restrained.

“All right, that’s two parts of your body, wrists and upper arms.”

“I thought that one wrist counts as one part, Sir…”

“You started thinking again, boy? Your wrists are one part, both of them!”

“Oh…”

“You know what? I’m tired of your talking, kid! Open wide!” He ordered roughly.

I gulped and obeyed, but nothing happened; I expected him to stuff my mouth immediately, but he just smiled devilishly and started unlacing his army boots. Soon a pungent smell hit my nostrils; his socks seemed extremely worn and sweaty and I moaned with fear when I realized that one of them will be used as a gag. For moment I thought about begging him not to put that into my mouth, but I resigned; I knew well that it would be pointless, so I watched with my eyes wide open as he removed both socks from his feet and put them on my lap. I was breathing heavily when he grabbed one and forced it brutally into my open yap. I grunted in disgust when the unbelievably sweaty taste hit my tongue and oral cavity. I coughed, but my captor just laughed and kept pressing the sock in with his fingers.
“That’s the first layer. Let’s move on to the other ones…”

Mr. Pullman took a roll of thin electrical tape from the table and immediately started winding it between my lips, further forcing the cheesy wad in and eliminating all the chances to spit the gag out. After the seventh wrap he ripped the tape off and immediately grabbed another roll; this time it was a super wide, military grade gaffer tape. The ripping sound filled me ears as he unwound it and plastered the loose en against my lips. He kept wrapping the monstrous tape around my lower face for quite some time and when he was done everything from my chin to my nose was covered in extra sticky and strong duct tape. I tried to move my head and speak, but nothing more than bare audible moans came out.

“Now, for the last part of your gag, prisoner!”

For a moment I was wondering what he had in mind; I was gagged extremely well, but apparently it wasn’t good enough for the muscular soldier. He took something black from the table and showed it to me; my eyes widened in fear when I saw a muzzle gag. I shook my head no, but Mr. Pullman ignored my pleas and simply began to put the devise on my head. It took him some time to buckle all the straps tightly, but when he was finally done, I couldn’t even moan or whimper. The four layered gag was more effective than I could imagine, not allowing even the tiniest beeps coming out of my mouth.

“Nothing more to say, boy?” He asked sarcastically and slapped me on my face.

“….”

“Good, now I can work in silence, just the way I like it!”

I could now only watch as the shirtless hunk grab more rope and wrap it around my chest, fastening it against the chair. He used much more strength than necessary, maybe because he was pissed off with me talking without permission. Once the job was done he moved on to my abdomen and used another very long coil to rope it to the chair. Soon I couldn’t even budge; the bonds were flawless and there was nothing I could do to remove them without help. I strained my muscles as much as I could, but it was all futile; I would have to stay like that for as long as my captor wanted. The last thing for him to do was to secure my legs, to which he got around eagerly. With several pieces of rope he bound my lower limbs to the chair legs, separately. First he wrapped the rope around the ankles, then calves and finally thighs. The moment the final knot was cinched my fate was sealed.

“…”

“How are you doing, buddy? Got the kid tied up already?” Mr. Bolton came close to us and asked with a huge smile on his face.

“Yep. No freedom for the boy for the next five hours. No fucking way he can get out of that!”

“Just as it should be! My prisoner is also done, but he got quite low score on the dice, so there wasn’t too much job for me…”

I sat there for a few minutes, testing my bonds and doing everything I could to get rid of the salty wad from my mouth, but it got me nowhere. Mr. Pullman turned out to be a professional and there was no way in hell I could escape. I sighed quietly and gave up. Soon we all heard Mr. Wilson’s voice again.

“All right, everyone! All the prisoners seem to be restrained. Time to move on with our game…”



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oh dear...that tie up and gagging description....perfection! Love that he doesn't know Mr Pullman and all this is happening to him....HOT. Yeah he is screwed....

but those socks...oh my word must be beyond comprehension.....

Thanks! looking for what happens next in this cool game

Nice teasing while the job gets done. Eager to see what's next!

Great descriptions of the tie up, gagging and muzzling. Looking forward to the game ahead.

So glad he got a sock gag! Well earned too!

. . . and I suspect there is yet more to come for our young hero.

Great news post and a lovely gag!

Love this story, exciting every part to know what will happen. And the writer make more fun by more characters.

Thankyou for a good and fun story, wait for the next chapter

@Mummiesboy Welcome onboard, man!
Super glad you decided to get a first post under your belt. Hopefully, you'll decide to become a regular participant on here. Cheers!

bondagefreak wrote: 7 months ago @Mummiesboy Welcome onboard, man!
Super glad you decided to get a first post under your belt. Hopefully, you'll decide to become a regular participant on here. Cheers!

Thank you for your reply. I am not good in english but this story is very good. I just want to let the writer know my pleasure.

I replayed this story again and I'll never get tired of it! That scene with Mr. Pullman was very hot! I hope to see a new chapter soon!