Stories of Tie Up Games

This story is a bit darker than my normal fare but, fear not, everything works out all right in the end.

Part 1 of 3 .......

Matthew White was always a snappy dresser. When he wasn’t lounging around the apartment he shared with his friend Tristan in bare feet, wearing just shorts and a faded t-shirt, he was in a suit and tie. His favourite outfit was a pale blue jacket and trousers, white shirt, dark blue tie and black dress shoes.

Eighteen, nearly nineteen, year old Matthew earned his living as a property manager, caring for and managing properties for several high-flying clients. He had been involved in the business since he left school and had just received a diploma in business management.

If Matt had not chosen property management as his profession, he could have made a decent living as a male model. Standing at 6’2” with bulging biceps and well-rounded shoulders reminiscent of a quarterback in football, Matt had a boyish face for someone his age but it was perfectly contoured. A squarish jaw, high cheekbones, a snub nose underneath a pair of sparkling hazel eyes. Matt had a haircut befitting of a young businessman. His light brown hair was short but not too short, cut neatly behind his ears and squared off at the back.

Matt shared an apartment with good friend Tristan Baker. They had known each other from an early age and had gone through the school years together. The two young men were complete opposites. Whereas Matt was the young man about town, Tristan was what could gracefully be called a slob – or a geek. Matt had his suits but Tristan’s choice of clothing was a long sleeved cotton shirt with a hoodie, oversized baggy shorts and sandals. His shaggy, but straight, flaxen hair of medium length seemed to have a life of its own, settling in whatever position it chose when uncombed. Tristan was studying computerology at college, hence the geek tab.
Despite the huge disparity in their lifestyles, Matt and Tristan were the best of friends. Tristan had always looked up to Matt as a model citizen, whilst Matt often wished he could be carefree and wild like Tristan.

In the last couple of weeks Matt had been dating an Asian girl, Sue Sim, who he had met at a night club. There had been nothing sexual between the pair as yet, just some passionate kisses. Two days ago Sue had mentioned to Matt that her father was looking for someone to manage his properties. Sue’s father was Zhang Sim who Matthew knew owned a number of properties in town. This could be Matthew’s big break and could set him and his business up for life. Matt agreed to meet Mr Sim in his penthouse to discuss the terms of the offer.
Matt and his prospective client had a three course luncheon in Mr Sim’s luxurious apartment, washed down with glasses of claret.

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Waking from his slumber, Matt shook his head to clear all the cobwebs. Why have I been asleep in the middle of the day, he wondered. After all, I only had two glasses of wine. Matt’s mind was still fuzzy. He was standing up, leaning against a steel pole. Looking down, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Gone was his suit, shirt, tie and shoes and he was instead wearing ….. what? Matt was wearing, from his shoulders to his feet, some type of clingy, black rubbery material. It was ….. what? Latex! Even his feet were encased in the black material.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, his body was encompassed by a criss-cross of white ropes around his torso from his stomach to his chest and over his shoulders to be knotted behind his back and behind the steel pole. His latex covered ankles were lashed together and also tied behind the pole. More white ropes were also wound around his legs in three places and attached to the pole. Attempting to bring his hands from behind the pole to free him of the restraints, Matt then discovered that they wouldn’t budge, secured tightly behind the pole presumably with more white ropes.

What was going on? He was dressed in latex, trussed up to a pole in what appeared to be a basement. Matt’s last memory was sharing a glass of wine with Mr Sim. On cue, Mr Sim entered the room and addressed Matthew.

“Ah, you’re awake at last Mr White.”

“I’m so glad you accepted my invitation. Yes, I do need a property manager for my properties but I also needed you for another purpose. You see, I am a trader.”

“A trader in what?” asked a quizzical Matthew.

“People.”

“People???” Matthew was not only gullible but naïve.

“I have clients overseas who would love to get their hands on a handsome young boy like you. You are my third capture in the last month.”
“Wha.. wha… why, what do you mean?” Matthews was still perplexed at what he had heard.

“Why, as slaves of course. Someone like you will earn me thousands of dollars. My clients like to see their boys in latex or spandex so they can view what sort of body they are buying.”

“We had to secure you to the pole to make sure you stayed put until my client comes to collect you tomorrow. I do apologise for the bondage. I hope the ropes are not too tight.”

“Oh, we didn’t see the need to gag you as you’re in the basement of a twenty storey building surrounded by concrete, so no-one can hear you. Of course, if you do want one, we can oblige.”


Matt hung his head in despair. First of all, his new girlfriend had sold him out to her father and, second, he was going to be sold to unknown persons as a slave. Matt’s perfect life had suddenly been turned upside down. With no way of getting loose from his bonds, Matt had no option but to wait until his ‘buyer’ came to collect him.

His only faint hope was that Tristan could figure out a way to come to his rescue but that was a remote possibility. The diary which had the appointment with Mr Sim he had pencilled in he had brought with him to the meeting. Tristan would have no idea who he was meeting or where the meeting was to be held.

“Well, I bid you good night Mr White. Your buyer will be here first thing tomorrow morning to inspect you. If he approves of his purchase he will ship you off tomorrow or the next day.”

Matt had been dumbfounded by the events which had transpired. He could keep quiet no longer. “You cant do this. I’m not a piece of meat, I’m a human being. I’m an American citizen and people are just not bought and sold in this country.”

“You would be surprised Mr White at just how many boys just like you I’ve sold to my clients. And age doesn’t matter. Nineteen, eighteen or even sixteen, it’s all the same to my clients. However, they do like them rather matured, just like you.” “Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to your new life overseas and may even get to like it.”

“Please, please Mr Sim, don’t so this. I’ve got a life here and I don’t want to be anyone’s slave. Have mercy please.”

“I’m sorry but begging wont get you any favours. Just accept your situation and make the best of it. Try and get some sleep as your buyer would like to see you bright and clear-eyed once he gets here.” “As I said, screaming will get you nowhere, down here in the basement. If you somehow get out of your bonds – and that will not happen – there are two guards stationed outside the door.”

Matt would never accept such a ludicrous situation, being sold as a slave, and began to flex his muscles to see if he could find a weak spot in the ropes. There were none. Even his tied hands, which appeared to be encased in latex gloves, could not locate any knots to unleash the ropes which held him. No amount of struggling loosened any of the ropes so he had to resign himself to a night being pinioned to the pole.

Tomorrow might bring a ray of hope but from where he had no idea.

Oh no, poor Matt.
But lucky us. What a great start of a story!

Part 2 of 3 .....

Tristan arrived home late that evening after an evening out drinking with a group of friends. There was no sign of his flatmate but Tristan wasn’t concerned. He’s probably having a grand time with his new girlfriend and would drop in later that night. Tristan fell asleep, completely unaware of Matt’s predicament.

It was past eight o’clock next morning when Tristan stumbled out of bed. No Matthew. This was so unlike him as he knew Matt had an early morning appointment with a client. A call to Matt’s phone went unanswered. Not knowing where Matt could be, Tristan put on his thinking cap.

After two cups of black coffee to revive all his senses, Tristan began to try to piece together Matt’s movements. He first thought that he should contact his girlfriend to see if they had slept together. Matt had a habit of writing telephone numbers and names on little notes and sticking them under fridge magnets, even though he kept full details of his meetings in his diary.

Tristan saw one note on the refrigerator with the name Sue and a phone number. Assuming this was Matt’s new flame, Tristan called the number. “Hello, is this Sue? My name is Tristan and I’m trying to locate a friend of mine Matthew White. Do you know him?”

“Yes this is Sue Sim. Of course I know Matthew. We have been dating three or four weeks.”

“Great, would you know where Matthew is as he didn’t come home last night.”

“No I don’t. I haven’t seen him for over a week. I thought he had dumped me.”

Tristan terminated the call, totally unsatisfied as he knew the girl was lying. Matt had told him of a romantic evening he had with his girlfriend two days earlier.

Tristan continued to rummage through the notes on the fridge and came across another note with the name Mr Sim and a phone number. Putting two and two together, he surmised that Mr Sim could have been the person Matt was meeting yesterday.

Calling that number, Tristan was put through to Mr Sim by his secretary. “Good morning Mr Sim, I’m trying to locate a friend of mine Matthew White. Did he have a meeting with you yesterday?”

“Matthew White? I don’t recognise that name.”

“Are you certain? Matt told me he was meeting with you.” Tristan lied.

“Oh yes, Mr White, but that meeting was cancelled for what reason I don’t know. I hope you find your friend. Good day.”

Tristan smelt that something wasn’t quite right. First, Matt’s girlfriend had lied to him and her father Mr Sim had denied ever meeting with him. So Tristan quickly changed into his jeans and polo shirt, put on some tattered sneakers and went to Mr Sim’s apartment. Brushing past the secretary, Tristan confronted Mr Sim directly and said “Mr Sim, I believe you did meet with Matt yesterday and you probably know where he is right now.”

“All right young man. I will take you to your friend. Come with me.” They both entered the elevator and Mr Sim pressed the basement button.

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Meanwhile, Matt had been woken from his slumbers at seven in the morning by two men who entered the room where he was tethered to the pole. Matt was still bound as securely as when he was first tied up, having had no luck at finding any knots or loosening any ropes. The men were Asian and were massive in build. Matt had thought that all Asians were small in stature but these two were huge. Without saying a word, one of the men approached Matt with a ball gag in his hand and shoved it between his teeth, flattening his tongue and strapping it behind his head. The other man then plastered a white cloth over his ball gagged mouth and wrapped it around his head twice. It was not a cloth but some sticky elastic material that was similar to his latex ‘suit’.

“Your buyer’s coming in an hour and he doesn’t like his boys talking back to him.” one of the goliaths said.

Sure enough at eight o’clock an Asian man entered the room. He was obviously some sort of businessman judging by the tailored suit that he worse. Whether he was the buyer or a middle man wasn’t clear. The man began prodding Matt all over – his chest, his stomach, his privates and up and down his legs.

“Yes, yes , a lovely piece” said the businessman. “Now let’s see how compliant he is or if he has to be taught how to obey me. Take him down from the pole.”

Having been tied to the pole for almost a full day, Matt was mighty relieved when some of the ropes were removed. His ankles were still tied, as were his legs, so running away was not a possibility. When his hands were unbound a thought flashed through his mind that he could fight his way out. Matt was no weakling but these two Asian guards were massive. Also, his arms were immediately grabbed and his hands were again tied behind his back, much tighter than before.

“That’s right. Put him on the ground and hogtie him. I want to see if there’s any fight left in him.”

Matthew had never been hogtied before in his whole life and he found it excruciating when his bound ankles touched his bound hands. Under the suffocating gag Matt could say nothing but he bucked and writhed as much as he could, which was very little. The latex was still clinging to his body, making his movements even more restrictive.

“Well, I see that he needs to be taught how to behave, but I still like what I see. Tie him even tighter and package him up for the journey. I’ll settle all the financials with Mr Sim.”

Matt could not believe that he had been bought by this man and was terrified about his future prospects.

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Mr Sim and Tristan were riding down to the basement in the elevator but the Asian had already phoned ahead to the two guards to advise them of his arrival, together with a ‘guest’. They stepped out of the elevator and walked to the door of the basement room. As soon as the door opened Tristan was pounced upon by the guards. Caught by surprise Tristan was no match for the two monsters who held him.

Tristan got the shock of his life when he saw his friend Matthew dressed in a latex suit which was almost covered by a myriad of white ropes, hogtied and gagged with a white cloth.

“Matt!! What have they done to you. Are you all right?” Stupid question, Matt muttered under his breath ‘Of course I’m not all right.’

“What the hell’s going on here? Why is Matt tied up like that?”

“You’ll find out soon enough Mr Tristan. OK, guys, get him stripped. I’ve got a spandex suit here that’ll just fit you.”

Outweighed and outnumbered, Tristan was quickly undressed completely and the two guards fitted the struggling Tristan with a red spandex suit which covered him from shoulders to feet. Red Spandex gloves and foot coverings completed the outfit.

“Let me go you goons.” Tristan was screaming at the top of his voice. “Why are you doing this? What’s going on. I demand to be released.” His pleas fell on deaf ears, as a pile of ropes (black this time) was wrapped around his body – chest, stomach, thighs, calves and ankles were all smothered with coils of ropes. He was then hogtied and placed, squirming, on the floor next to Matt.

While this was happening the Asian businessman was watching intently. “Well” said Mr Sim “It looks likes you’ve got another boy for your collection.”

“He’s a little skinny this one, but he’ll do. How about I give you ten grand for the muscled one and five grand for the skinny one?” “And please shut him up, he’s making too much noise.”

“It’s a deal. Done” said Mr Sim.

“Hey, you mean you’re selling Matt and me to this guy? That’s barbaric, you cant buy and sell people. What are we being sold f……” Tristan was silenced by a ball gag thrust into his mouth and the white material wound around his head.

Matt closed his eyes in disbelief. His friend Tristan had come to save him from these evil men and now he’s trussed up and gagged just like he was. Now they are both to be shipped off to who knows where and become slaves to whoever. It was a nightmare for both Matt and Tristan and there appeared to be no way out of this pickle.

The guards brought into the room two long wooden crates and placed them on the floor. Both Matt and Tristan were then blindfolded with the white elastic material which was wrapped over their eyes and around their heads. The hogtie ropes were removed from both boys and their bound forms were lifted up by the two guards and placed in the two crates. The lids of the crates were nailed shut and were taken out of the room, with their human cargo, to be shipped off to an unknown destination.

The fate of Matthew and Tristan was sealed. No-one could rescue them now.

This story really is delicious, I like this a lot. Thanks!

Part 3 of 3 ……


Trapped in the crates that were carrying them to an unknown destination, Matthew and Tristan thought about what they were leaving behind.

Matt had a burgeoning career as a property manager that would eventually make him a wealthy man. His mind took him back to when he was beginning his career and his father gave him these words of advice. “I’m so very proud of you son for what you’ve achieved to date and for lies ahead of you. However, be very cautious about who you are dealing with as there are some very shady customers around who will rip you off without a second thought.” Wise words indeed but even his father would not have envisaged such people as Mr Sim and others who were trading in people.

Tristan’s career as a computer whiz was just about to take off, as soon as he completed his college degree. Now, all that has gone up in smoke and he would never make his mark in Silicon Valley. Tristan also felt deep shame that he had not been able to save his friend Matthew, even though they were now in the same boat, literally.

Matthew’s liking for fine clothes would become a distant memory as he would now become a slave to some ogre, dressed in rags. He had heard stories of such happenings where the slave would be forced into having sex with his master. No more girlfriends, just a sex-starved monster who would control every moment of his life.

Tristan, like Matt, was straight and the thought of having forced sex with another man sent shudders through his body.

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The journey that the truck took was over an hour and, when it stopped, there were the sounds and smell of being at a wharf or at a seaside.

The crates holding the two boys were hauled out of the truck and dumped unceremoniously into a small speedboat which sped off to make a rendezvous with a yacht anchored outside the harbour. The crates, which felt more like coffins to the two boys, were then transferred to the yacht which began pulling up anchor. Matt and Tristan were on their way to their new lives.

The lids of the crates were prised open and its occupants were rolled out of their prisons onto the floor. Matt, in his black latex suit, and Tristan, in his red spandex suit, were manhandled onto beds. They were bound in inescapable ropes and ball gagged with the ball covered by the white material. That same material which had blindfolded them was removed and before them stood the Asian businessman who had apparently bought them.

“My two prize studs. You’ve survived the journey so far but you’ll remain tied up and gagged until we reach our final destination. We cant have you jumping overboard or disturbing the crew, now can we? You’ll make a fine addition to my crop of slaves, I’m sure.” The Asian was directing his remarks to Matthew.

As their captor was turning to leave a loud wailing sound of sirens pierced the air, making the man jump noticeably and run out of the room. More sirens were heard in different directions as well as a voice from a loud hailer “This is the police. Prepare to be boarded.”

They sounded like avenging angels coming down from heaven to the two boys. Is this the rescue they had prayed for?

The sounds of men (probably the crew) running in all directions filled the air, and then voices of the police telling the men to surrender. In just ten minutes the police officers had rounded up the dozen crew members and the Asian businessman. A huge, but muffled, sigh of relief emanated from under the gags which Matt and Tristan wore.

“You’re saved boys. We’ll have you out of those ropes in a trice.” The policeman didn’t cut the ropes but took his time undoing the knots of the ropes which had imprisoned the two boys. Presumably they wanted the ropes intact to use as evidence. Another officer had the task of unwinding the white material over the boys’ mouths and then removing the ball gags.

“God, am I glad to see you guys. We were certain that we were on our way out of the country to be used as sex slaves.” Matt put on a brave face but Tristan had broken down in tears, sobbing.

After both boys gave descriptions of their capture and the people behind it, i.e. Mr Sim and his daughter, the officers began their story.

It turns out that they had covertly been watching a number of people, including Mr Sim, for some months and were waiting for a boy – Matthew in this case – to be captured and then they would strike. The police had therefore smashed a major people smuggling racket which had Mr Sim as its main man in the States.

“You’ve got our undying thanks officer, but have you got any clothes we can wear so we can get out of these ridiculous latex and spandex suits.”

“Sorry boys, we’ve got no spare clothes on us, but maybe some back at the station. In any case, you both look fine in those outfits. They show off your wonderful physiques in grand style.” said the officer with a wink and a smile.

THE END

A really well written story that I enjoyed reading. I always love stories that end well for the protagonists.