Stories of Tie Up Games

Wayne and Jon were twins and, like most twins, they did everything together. They seemed to be joined at the hip.

What made them different from all of their schoolmates was their hair. It was snow white! They were what is termed ‘albinos’ with pure white hair and piercing sky blue eyes. These features made them appear like modern day Adonis boys to their female school friends but it also made them a target for their male counterparts. They were relentlessly teased and bullied through their school years but had, somehow, managed to survive.

With their unique looks, the boys could be mistaken for timid, bookish types more suited to pursuing an academic life sitting behind a desk. Nothing could be further from the truth as they were very adventurous and had developed a steely attitude as a result of the bullying.
Rather than sitting in front of a computer or reading a book, Wayne and Jon were much more content outdoors, roaming the countryside, camping under the stars and seeking out what nature could provide. They often rode their bikes through the woods not far from their home and even ventured miles away, looking for the best campsites.

The boys were now 16 years of age but, one day around three years ago, they came across an abandoned hut far from the main road and close by a river with pristine clear water. It took the boys almost an hour to cycle from home to the hut but it became virtually a second home to them as it was far enough away from civilisation for them to escape the normal day to day life – and the bullies.

They told their parents, Alec and Jane, of their find and their wish to frequent the hut on a regular basis. The parents gave them their blessing, though they had to take their phones with them in case of emergencies.

With a long weekend coming up, Alec advised the twins that he and Jane would be away for three days attending an adults camp which had been organised by his work. The idea was to get all the employees, and their partners, together in a social setting in order to boost production and employee relationships.

“Gee, that’s sounds great. Can we come too?” Wayne was always the cheeky one.

“Sorry, bud, it’s for adult only”

Wayne persisted “We’re almost adults, or mini adults”

“Tell you what boys, why don’t you go to your hut and spend the weekend there? It’s warm enough for some swimming and you’ll like being under the stars instead of being cooped up here.”

Jon cut off his twin by saying “Terrific idea, Dad. Much better than spending three days with a bunch of old fogeys.” “You can take my bro if you like.”

Wayne admitted defeat. “That’s settled. We’ll pack our sleeping bags and enough tinned food to last until Tuesday.” “Actually I really cant wait to get back to the hut.”

With all that settled the boys started to organise provisions for the journey. Sleeping bags, tins of spam, baked beans, peaches, half a dozen eggs, half a dozen bags of sweets, two cartons of milk and, of course, their PlayStations and their phones. Swimming trunks were also part of their ensemble.

Coming home early from school, Wayne and Jon set off on their adventure. Their backpacks were bulging with the provisions and each bike also carried a large box on the back. The boys were wearing jeans and sneakers, lone sleeved blue cotton shirts and caps. It would take them over an hour to reach their destination.

As the boys had frequented the hut multiple times over the past three years, they had set up a mini household at the base. At the hut there was a portable gas stove, tins of coffee, blankets and pillows for the two beds and a couple of large cans for carrying water from the nearby river.

In addition, unbeknown to their parents, was as stash of ropes, duct tapes and rags which the boys used for their infrequent tie-up games. The games were purely fun with one twin tying up the other in a primitive fashion – hands and feet – and sometimes adding a crude gag. The games lasted only a few minutes as the boys would rather be outside exploring than be inside and writhing around on the floor.

When they arrived at the hut, all of the provisions were dumped in a heap on the floor. Wayne was the first to react “Let’s go down to the river and have a dip before it gets too dark.” Jon agreed and, in a flash, they had discarded their clothing and changed into their swimming trunks – red for Jon and gold for Wayne, who was always the flashy type.

There was a ledge just over the riverbank, from where each boy waterbombed the other. The river was peaceful and the water calm but the boys were both good swimmers so there was little chance of either getting into difficulty. The boys spent well over an hour swimming, racing each other and generally skylarking when it was time to head back to the hut. They were barefoot and were careful not to step on any thorny undergrowth. It took them a good fifteen minutes to approach the hut and what they saw caught both boys by surprise.

There was a black sedan parked alongside the hut!

“What the f…” exclaimed Wayne. “Who’s taken over our hut?”

“Be careful W (Jon’s pet name for his twin). They could be hunters or poachers up to no good. Maybe we better just wait to see if they go away.”

“No way Jonny. It’ll be dark soon and I’m getting cold anyway. We’ve got to go inside and confront whoever it is. Tell them to p…. off.”

“OK, you’re right. You go in first and I’ll be right behind you.”

Welcome to the League of TuGs Writers. A good start. I look forward to the next part.

I have a feeling that something is going to happen.

great start, please continue, the best is yet to come...

I have a certain feeling that they boys will end up a little tied up

Great Start, keep going

Part 2 .....

Inside the hut were two men, sitting at the table drinking cups of coffee they had brewed. The men were huge (in the boys’ eyes) and both were wearing overalls and hobnail boots. Not to be trifled with, thought Jon.

On seeing the twins, one of the men spoke up “Well, well, what do we have there? Two little blondies. And what may you boys be doing here?”

Wayne tried to put on his bravest tone of voice. “We say what the hell are you doing here? This is OUR hut. You better get out of here before we call the cops.”

“Now, now, settle down, kiddo. We just stopped by on our way to see some friends nearby and we thought we’d make ourselves a cup of coffee until the owners turned up. Are you the owners, by any chance?”

“Well ..er .. not the owners as such” stammered Jon “But we have been coming here for years and we consider it our own.”

Wayne again questioned the men “Where are these friends of yours? There’s no-one within shouting distance of here. I think you’re lying.”

“No need to get upset young fella. What’s your name anyway?” “Wayne”

“Tell ya what Wayne. How about we spend the night here and we’ll be on our way first thing in the morning and go to our friends.”

Jon whispered to his brother “That sounds OK Wayne. I don’t think we ought to antagonise them any more as I reckon they could flatten us with one swipe. I’m with you though. I don’t believe a word he says.”

Out loud Jon spoke to the man who had initiated all the conversation. “All right, you win. Just one night and be gone in the morning.”

“That’s great. See Wayne, your brother’s got some sense.”

The boys made their way to the other side of the room where their clothes lay on the floor. Wayne noticed that, under the table was a huge bag bulging at the seams.

“What’s in the bag mister?” Wayne queried.

“Oh just some clothes and presents for our friends. Nothing much.”

“Let’s have a look then. I’m curious.” In doing so, Wayne attempted to pick up the bag but it was too heavy. When he dropped it, the bag split and hundreds upon hundreds of dollar bills flooded onto the floor. Wayne and Jon stood stock still, their eyes agape at what they had just seen.

“You really shouldn’t have done that boy” the other man spoke for the first time. “You’ve seen too much. What are we going to do with you?”

The twins were frozen to the spot, amazed at what they had seen and terrified at what these men would do to them.

“We cant let you go boys now that you’ve seen all the money. Yeah, it’s from a bank we visited earlier today.” “We’ve gotta make sure you stay here until we leave tomorrow morning. Will you promise not to run off until then?”

“Yeah, yeah, we promise, mister. Just don’t hurt us.” Jon was near tears.

The gruff sounding man was far from satisfied. “If they run, we wont catch them. We gotta make sure they cant run.”

Looking around the room, the men came across the stash of ropes and tapes the boys had dumped in a disorderly heap alongside their clothes.

“Well, well, well, just the thing. Thanks for that, boys, we can tie you up using your own ropes. How convenient.”

well now they‘re in trouble

It would be amazing if the brothers got different treatments.
I‘m excited to see what the robbers will do now…

Great beginning, lets hope for a pleasant little weekend kidnapping party. 2 16 year old blonde boys that love Tie Up Games waiting in a hut in the woods wondering what they will do for the next few days. I know said W let's wait for a black car with kidnappers in it to stop by for coffee and kidnap us. Very tight hogties, wedge gags, blindfolds. This would make a great weekend for 2 blonde trespassers teaching them a lesson or 2.

Wayne and Jon are going to be held hostage by the robbers.

The 2 robbers had to figure out a way to keep Wayne and Jon hostage till the crooks could make their escape. First they had the boys strip down to their underwear. Then they found 2 very heavy chairs. The robbers tied the boys to the chairs and gagged them. The robbers took turns watching the twins. Early the next morning the bank robbers left. The twins were alone in the hut. About an hour later the local sheriff arrived to free the twins. The robbers had made an anonymous call to the sheriff's station.

Thanks for your comments but you're all a little bit off the mark.
The boys will, of course, be tied but in a rather unique way.
When, and if, they will be rescued remains to be seen.

As with all of my stories, there will be a happy ending ..... but when?

Part 3 coming up soon

I can't wait.

60Cancer wrote: 3 months ago I can't wait.

I‘m so hyped too, this is great

I cant wait, 2 blonde boys tied up and kidnapped/held hostage certainly sounds exciting.

Great story. I’d love to meet the men in my hut.

Part 3 ....

“Grab the ropes mate. What I want you two to do is to stand up back to back, put your arms around each other and clasp your hands together.”

The boys did as instructed. Wayne put his arms around Jon’s body and Jon put his arms between Wayne’s arms and his body, their bare upper torsos rubbing against each other. Each man then took a piece of the rope and tied each boy’s crossed wrists with a half dozen revolutions horizontally and the same amount vertically. The ropes were tied as tight as the men could manage and knotted with each couple of revolutions.

“Very good, boys. Now I want you to sit on the floor with your legs crossed at the ankles.”

With very great difficulty, the boys managed to plop down on the floor. Their ankles received the same treatment as their wrists with tight ropes securing them and all directions.

“That looks great, boys. You wont be running very far trussed up like that.” Just to make sure, more rope that was attached to Wayne’s wrists was tied to Jon’s ankles and Jon’s wrists were tied to Wayne’s ankles. When that was completed a large piece of rope was wound around the upper body of each boy, at chest level, gluing them together. That rope was cinched off at forearm level.

The boys were stuck. They couldn’t move and they wouldn’t be getting untied until someone did it for them.

“I’m truly sorry we had to truss you up like this but, Wayne, you had to poke your nose into our affairs. If you hadn’t done that, we could all have gone about our business peacefully, without any trouble.”

"No-one is going to hear you even if you yell, so it’s not necessary to gag you. If you do cause any ruckus, I will do it.”

The twins tried to get as comfortable as they could but, after about two hours, they had moved only a few inches from where they originally sat.

One of the boys’ phone rang at around seven o’clock. One of the men picked it up and showed it to Wayne. “Who is calling you?” “That’s Mum” said Wayne.

“I’ll let you answer it but if either of you calls for help, your lives are over.” In saying that the man produced a gun which was waved in front of the boys’ faces.

“Hi darling, did you get to the hut OK? What are you doing now?”

Wayne stuttered, wondering how best to reply. “Yeah, we’re fine, Mum, just a little tied up right now. We had a swim and we’ll go to bed soon. Nearly our bedtime.”

“That’s good, love. Don’t get into any trouble out there and stay safe. Say hello to Jonny for me, and we’ll see you in a few days. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mum. Say hello to Pop for me. Jon wants to say hello, too.” “Hello, Mum. Wish we were back home.” Said Jon in a cryptic message. “Bye.”

“You did good kids. Now get some shut eye if you can. We’ll be gone before you know it in the morning.”

What the men didn’t realise was that each boy tried to send a message to their mother that something was amiss. Wayne never called his father Pop – always Dad – , their bedtime was never seven o’clock and Jon would rarely, if ever, want to come back home early for their trips.
What the boys didn’t realise was that their cryptic messages to their mother fell on deaf ears. Well, they tried anyway.

Smart Boys, but didn’t work sadly…

Well, I wonder if someone will come close to the hut soon and the boys need to be gagged

Two boys, in a hut, tied up and kidnapped in the woods! What a wonderful surprise to find and appreciate, taunt them, tease them, take them home.

Such shame the brothers didn't get properly gagged..

Stay tuned, guys. The gags are coming.

Two more parts of the story remaining ......

Hell yeah, I‘m excited

Gagged Boys are obedient Boys.

Part 4 of 5 ........

The men gathered up all the dollars bills that were scattered all over the floor and settled down with another cup of coffee. The twins were left squirming on the floor, twisting their wrists and their bodies trying to find a weak spot in the bondage. No luck, as all the ropes held firm and the knots were out of reach of their prying fingers.

Wayne tried one last trick. “Hey mister, can I have some water and I’ve also gotta go for a leak. Can you untie us so I can do that?”

The gruff man was not impressed. “Not my problem kid. Piss in you pants if you want to.” “Now don’t bother me again or I’ll gag you.”
Wayne didn’t want to be gagged along with the restraints so he wisely kept his mouth closed.

The men started to retire to bed around eleven o’clock, by which time the twins had been tied up for around five hours. If the men left at seven the next morning it would be a total of thirteen hours tied up. When Jon did the maths in his head his immediate reaction was to struggle as much as he could to get rid the damn ropes. No luck, once again.

Before they bedded down for the night the men ransacked the boys’ backpacks and boxes that stored all their provisions, looking for anything to steal or eat. They came across some documents which contained the names and addresses of the twins – Wayne and Jon Barker, 1120 Mortensen Drive, Harrisville. “Hey, look what I found” said the gruff man “Personal details which might come in handy at a later date. I’ll write it down.”

Whilst the men slept soundly on the beds the boys were supposed to be occupying, sleep came in fits and starts for the two blond boys. As they couldn’t move in any direction and the ropes were as tight as ever, it was a very uncomfortable night for them.

The sounds of the night and the darkness eventually gave way to the morning when light started to peep through around six o’clock. Wayne and Jon were still in a semi-sleep when the men rose from their slumber.

The pleasanter man of the two shook the boys to fully awaken them. “Wake up sleepy heads. It’s a beautiful, bright, sunny morning. Have a good sleep?” he asked sardonically.

“Yeah, trific.” Said Wayne. “I’m going numb all over, particularly my bum. We’ve been stuck here for half a day without moving.” “When are you going to untie us?”

The man didn’t answer but simply said “We’ll be one our way in about an hour, after we have some breakfast which you’ve kindly supplied for us.”

It was Jon this time who pleaded with his captor. “Hey, man. I’ve got cramps in my arms and legs. You gotta untie us soon. Please.”
No answer.

The boys had to watch helplessly as the two men gorged themselves on their food, washing it down with more coffee. It had just turned seven o’clock when the men started collecting their belongings, preparing to leave.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you boys, but you aren’t going to be untied, at least not by us. We cant take the chance of you getting loose, running off and calling the cops, until we’ve made a clean getaway.”

“Oh God, please, mister. Please untie us.” It was Wayne who was now pleading and crying.
“No, no and no. In fact, let’s check all these ropes and see if we can tighten them a little bit more. Also, I’m afraid we’re going to have to gag you, just in case someone is wandering by in the next hour or so and you set off an alarm.”

“Ah, not that. Don’t gag us. We’ll be quiet. Please, mister.” The pleas from both Wayne and Jon went unheeded.

Whilst ‘pleasant’ man was checking all the ropes, tightening one or two, ‘gruff man’ approached the boys with a couple of rags and a roll of duct tape.

“I’ll do you first as you’re the one who makes the most noise.” He said as he leant over Wayne.

“No, no, you bas….. mmmpptht” was all Wayne could utter as his mouth was filled with a rag from the boys’ bondage stash. The tape was unwound and a strip covered Wayne’s stuffed mouth and then wound around his head. The tape made half a dozen circuits of Wayne’s head, completely silencing him.

Jon knew it was futile to resist so he grudgingly allowed the man to also fill his mouth with a rag before making multiple circuits of his head with the black duct tape. The tape covered their faces from just their noses to halfway around their necks, making it impossible to dislodge.
As a final insult, another rag was wound over both boys’ eyes, followed by the black tape around and around their heads. The boys could now neither move, see or utter an intelligble sound other than mmmpths and grunts.

The twin’s crowning glory of silver or white hair was now trapped beneath layers of tape. When the boys went swimming, their hair turned a brownish tinge but had now resumed its appearance of snow white. Their hair had grown into a luxurious mop of (generally) neatly groomed hair which, at times, fell over their eyes and was halfway down their necks. The black tape on the white hair was quite a contrast.

“Well, that’s it, boys, we’re off now. Don’t get lonely and try to stay positive. Tell ya what, if someone comes to rescue you in a couple of days, you’ll have a helluva tale to tell, wont you? Try counting down from 50,000 to one and, before you know it, you’ll be free. Bye for now!”

They heard the men walk out onto the gravel, the sound of a vehicle starting up and the driving off into the distance, then silence.

Great story. Hopefully there will more chapters. I was hoping that Jon and Wayne would get a pleasant ride tied up, gagged and blindfolded in the trunk of the Bankrobbers car.

Amazing! They could have tied their heads together too though with the tape