Stories of Tie Up Games

“Dude, come on! You really have to go?! It’s still early!” My best friend, Gilbert, said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah, I know… But my father told me to be back home by nine…” I replied.

“Not your father again! Man, you can’t do whatever he tells you! I mean, he’s a cool guy, I like him and respect him a lot! But you are an adult now, you can make your own decisions and don’t have to follow his orders! You’re not in the army and he’s not your superior officer!”

“You know what? You’re right! Screw it, I’m staying!”

“Atta boy!” Gilbert said with a smile and patted my on my back.

My name is Gary Russell and as most guys my age I love partying and hanging out with my friends. I am a tall, but lanky guy; even though I like sport and play basketball and soccer at least twice a week, I can’t grow too much muscles. I have brown eyes and very short, buzz cut hair. A few weeks ago I turned eighteen and considered myself a fully grown up man. For my whole life I was told what to do by my Dad and finally wanted to make my own decisions, just like my buddy said. Even though I loved my father and we usually got along very well, he wasn’t the man one would want to upset. He was a military man, a tall and muscular thirty nine year old officer who was accustomed that his word was an order and that he was in charge. His name is Andre and he is a demanding, strict man, but he never overused his authority, for which I was extremely grateful; I’ve heard a lot of stories about brutal fathers who rather than being respected preferred to be feared. When I thought about it I felt some remorse; Dad was always giving me as much freedom as possible, I couldn’t even remember the last time I was punished or grounded.

“Bro, don’t feel bad about it! You’ll just come home a little late, no big deal! Your father will definitely understand it, he was once our age too… I wonder what he was like back then…” Gilbert said.

The guy was already a little drunk; he put his arm around my shoulder and ordered a beer for me. At first I hesitated and wanted to return home, but the more I drank, the weaker my conscience pangs became. Finally I decided not to worry; after all, what could my father do? He could no longer ground me or boss me around. I smiled and started talking with my buddies and completely forgot about the promise I gave my Dad. After some time and some more beer I realized that the party was dying out; most guys either went home or were dead drunk and the ladies were now too busy chit chatting with each other to even notice anything else. I sighed and looked for Gilbert. He saw me approaching and smiled faintly; apparently he was having the same thoughts about the party that I did.

“This sucks, man… I don’t think there is a point in staying here any longer…” He said.

“I guess you are right. Let’s order a taxi and get the hell out of here.” I replied.

We got our jackets from the cloakroom attendant and left the club. It was a cold night, but fortunately we didn’t have to wait for too long before the taxi appeared. When we got on I looked at the clock on the dashboard and gulped; it was a quarter to eleven. I sighed; I was almost two hours late and was wondering how my father would react. Since the alcohol was already gone, my courage fell down significantly. Now it didn’t seem like a good idea to stay at the party that long. The good thing was that Dad was probably asleep, either in his own bedroom or in front of the TV in the living room; he usually went to bed at around ten, so maybe I could tell him that I wasn’t that late. The chance was small, but it was always better than nothing. I returned to reality and realized that the driver stopped the car in front of my house. I handed him the money and got off.

“Good luck, buddy!” I heard my friends last words before they drove off.

“Good luck, you say… yeah, I’ll need it…” I mumbled to myself.

I took a deep breath and went to the front door. As quietly as I possibly could, I opened it and went inside; the house was immersed in darkness, which was a good sign. I took the jacket off and put it on a coat hanger. Then I removed my shoes and went into the living room; I saw my father sitting in front of the TV. He was completely motionless, so I assumed he was asleep, just as I was hoping for. I slowly moved to the stairs and was just about to climb to my bedroom, when he abruptly stood up. He turned the lights on and came close to me. I looked him in the eye and realized I was in big trouble; he wasn’t angry, he was absolutely furious. I opened my mouth, but suddenly lost my ability to speak; I just stared at him, not knowing what to say or what excuse I could use.

“Where… the fuck… have… you… BEEN?!” He spat the words one at a time, clearly it was difficult for him to control himself.

“Dad, please… look, I know I’m late, I’m really sorry for that… But the party was great, we had a great time… I just didn’t want to leave so early…” I tried my best to apologize.

“The party was great?! Is that all you have to say for yourself?! Are you fucking out of your mind?!” It seemed that what I said managed to anger my father even more.

“Dad, come on… I said I was sorry! But to be honest you can’t tell me what time I have to be home anymore, you know… I am eighteen now” I said without even thinking what I was doing.

“Eighteen you say… then tell me something, my fully grown up son… How was your job today, huh? Will you get enough money to pay the rent and the bills? To buy food?! To help your old man?!”

“Job? What job? You know I don’t have one yet… I became an adult only a few weeks ago!” I replied a little louder than I intended.

“Oh really?! So now you can party all you want, drink beer and ignore your own father, but it’s still too early to get a job, right?!”

“That’s not what I said! I want to get a job and I WILL! Maybe then you’ll finally get off my back and let me live my own fucking life!” I yelled at him.

“Watch your mouth, young man! As long as you live under my roof and eat my food, you’re gonna follow MY rules, got that?!”

“I don’t give a shit about your rules! Not anymore!!” I spat out in a sudden onrush of bravery.

For a second I thought my father would punch me. But he just turned around and left me alone in the living room...


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Well that got heated fast...

Gary Gary Gary smh....I think u r in for it now!

Possibly made some wrong decisions there.

I hope the boy is tied up tightly and his mouth is gagged so he doesn't come home late again I also hope the father is tied up tightly and his mouth is gagged so he doesn't upset that poor boy again

I wonder what kind of punishment Gary will get for being such a brat

I was standing still in the living room, not sure what I was supposed to do at that moment. I have never seen my father so angry and I had no idea how to behave in those circumstances. It was the first time we yelled at each other so much; to be honest I thought it was the first time I actually stood up against my Dad in such an aggressive way. Of course, we argued from time to time, but it was never anything serious. And now it looked like we crossed the red line. But the more seconds passed, the more I thought that I had the right to do so; like Gilbert said, I was an adult and I could come back home any time I wanted. I wasn’t a kid anymore and it seemed unfair that I still had to live as my father ordered. Even though it was true that he provided food to the house, bought my clothes and all the necessary stuff and paid the bills, I was still mad at him for his attempts to organize my life the way he felt most suitable for me. The anger was still boiling in me, although I felt it was fading away a little bit. I took several deep breaths and decided to go to my bedroom; after the party and the huge fight I felt tired and needed some sleep.

I was just about to walk upstairs when I hear my father’s steps approaching; apparently, we weren’t done yet. I turned towards him and saw him getting closer, but this time he had a roll of his military grade duct tape in his hand. I had no idea what he needed that for; did he really intend to repair something at this hour? I asked him calmly what he was doing, but I didn’t get any answer. I tried my best to remain calm and not make the things between us worse. Dad put the roll of duct tape on the coffee table and smiled devilishly under his nose. He looked strange; I knew him well enough to realize he had something on his mind, but I have never seen him smirk that way. It was clear that he was up to something, but at that moment I couldn’t figure out what it was. I just kept looking at him as he was getting closer; after a few seconds he was towering over me and looking down at me.

“Boy, for everything you’ve done and said today, you deserve to be punished. But since I’m an understanding parent, I’ll give you one chance to eat humble pie and apologize. If you admit that you were wrong and crossed the line, I’m disposed to forgive you and let the whole thing go. Your call, Gary.” My father said in a dead serious tone.

“I can admit that I shouldn’t have yelled and sworn at you… but you should admit that you had no right to tell me what time I must be home!” I replied cockily; now I got that: Dad wanted my full capitulation and I definitely didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. I wanted to make it up with him, but not like that.

“Ok, I understand, son.”

The next thing that happened that night was a complete surprise for me: my father grabbed me in his vice like grip and forced me to the ground. I was so taken aback that I offered no resistance at all. Only when I was lying on the floor on my side I started fighting, but it was already too late for me; my father was much stronger than me and as an army man he definitely knew how to overpower his opponent. Not to mention the fact that the element of surprise was definitely in his favor. Even though the battle was lost for me before it even began I wasn’t going to give up so easily. I struggled violently when he was forcing me on my stomach and tried my best to stand up. I heard him smirk under his nose and then felt his weigh on my buttocks when he sat on them. He reached for my arms and even though I did my best to avoid it, he twisted them forcefully behind my back. He held them at the small of my back and grabbed the duct tape. Now everything clicked in my head.

“Dad, I’m sorry! I really am!” I said, panic in my voice clearly audible.

“A little bit too late for that, son!” Came Dad’s rough reply.

I heard the ripping sound of the duct tape being unwound from the roll. When felt it touch my wrists I began struggling like crazy, asking and begging my father to let me go. I kept apologizing for being late, swearing at him and yelling at him. I did all I could to persuade him to stop, but it all went on deaf ears; the hunk kept wrapping the unforgiving duct tape around my crossed wrists horizontally, vertically and diagonally, immobilizing my arms behind my back completely. I was under the impression that the more I struggled the tighter he bound me. I calmed down and lied on the floor, hoping that he would finally stop and let me go, but nothing of that sort happened. I have no idea how much tape he used on my wrists, but it was definitely much more than necessary; when he finally ripped the tape off my arms were stuck. Of course I tried to wiggle them free, but Dad knew how to immobilize his prisoner. I was tied up and would remain in my restraint for as long as my father wanted.

“Dad, come on, don’t you think it’s too much?!” I asked when he got off me.

“No!”

To my horror he moved to my legs and forced them together. I moaned and grunted when I heard the duct tape being unwound from the roll again. I felt it being wrapped around my ankles mercilessly tightly before he moved a little up and covered half of my shins in the shiny tape. I kept protesting and begging him to let me go, I told him that I understood my mistake and that I would never discredit his authority, but he ignored all my pleas. When he was done my feet were as immobilized as my arms; there was no way I could break the bonds.

“Don’t go anywhere, son!” Dad said and left me alone for a while.

The moment he disappeared I renews my attempts to free myself. I struggled like crazy, panic sinking into my hear as it became clear that I would have to be his prisoner. After a few moments I heard my father come back and once again tried to reason with him. He just smirked and made me sit. He took his scarf, put it over my eyes and tied a tight knot behind my back, blindfolding me.

“Dad, please! I’m beggmmmmm!”

I didn’t manage to finish my last sentence; a thick wad of cloth was pushed into my protesting mouth. It was large and it filled my yap to the limits. It also tasted awful, but I had no chance to complain about it anymore; once the gag was all in I head the ripping sound again and then felt the duct tape being pressed against my lips. My father wrapped it brutally around my head several times before ripping it off and smoothing the loose end on my cheek.

“That’s what you get for mouthing off, son! I hope you like the taste of my underwear… But don’t worry! It wasn’t the worst one I could find in the hamper…”

I moaned and grunted in disgust into my gag, but Dad ignored that. He picked me up and half marched half dragged me to my bedroom. He made me hop up the stairs, holding me tightly so that I wouldn’t fall down. When we finally reached my room he made me kneel in front of my bed and pushed my body onto it.

“Wait here. And don’t fucking move!” He barked and left.

“Mmmmhh!”

I didn’t dare to disobey his order again, afraid of what he might do if I did. Fortunately there was no time to think about that; in a minute Dad was back and he stood next to me.

“Son, I never thought I would have to spank you with my leather belt… But you give me no choice!”

I moaned when I heard those words, but soon had something much more urgent to moan about; the stinging pain in my butt when my father started spanking me hard. He was rough, but I was also under the impression that he was far from using his whole strength and for that I was grateful. My punishment didn’t last for too long; after ten slaps I heard my father put the belt on the bed. I groaned into the oversized gag, hoping to be let go. Unfortunately for me, Dad had other plans; he picked me up and laid me on the bed.

“Get some sleep, we’ll continue with your punishment tomorrow.” Dad said and stood up. Before he closed the door I heard him speak again: “And you know what? The spanking hurt me much more than you, Gary.”

I moaned when he left me alone. I tried struggling again, but I was exhausted and soon doze off.


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His father is being very cruel! Maybe he should be punished too

I love this story can’t wait to read more on what happens

End chapter 1. I have a huge feeling that little Gary Russell may just be in big trouble at home, if he still has a home to go home to. DAD seems a little mad, alright lotse mad

I shall continue reading.

Chapter 2. Yep Gary is in big trouble with dad , but when you disobey and then totally mouth of to dad he is getting what he deserves. Now Gary get to be taped up like a mummy, gagged, blindfolded and gets to to think about what trouble he caused over night all the while trying not to role over on his puple and red (blstered?) butt wondering what will happen in the morning.

Great beginning, please continue and there will be a big bag-o-nuts under your tree in the morning.

Wow a harsh punishment indeed and I bet it's gonna get worse before he gets released! Great start

It doesn't matter how old you are. You respect your parents. They brought you into this world they can take you out. This boy is going to learn a valuable lesson.

@sami200456boyfriend @harveygasson @WhereAmI @Sockbound1234 @erfan @Xtc @socjuc, thank you so much for your comments guys! Here is the next chapter, I hope you like it


It was unbelievable and completely unexpected to me, but somehow I managed to sleep through the night without waking up even once. To be honest I had no idea how it was possible; my wrists were bound behind my back with Dad’s military grade duct tape, my legs were tied together too. My father’s worn underwear was packed mercilessly into my mouth and, unfortunately for me, pushing it out with my tongue was far beyond me reach; the very same military grade duct tape was wrapped brutally tightly over my lower face, making sure the gag would stay exactly where it was supposed to. Even though it was extremely humiliating to be tied up like that by my own father, the worst thing I had to endure was the blindfold. I hated it wholeheartedly, but I didn’t dare rubbing my face against the bed to get rid of it; Dad definitely would punish me for that and I had no intention to be spanked with his leather belt again.

The next morning I was still asleep when I heard my door being unlocked. Somebody went into my room and sat on my bed. For a brief moment panicked, but soon remembered everything that had happened the precious night and calmed down, although my heart was pounding like crazy in my chest. I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder as he was shaking me. I moaned into the disgusting gag and I could have sworn I heard a smirk coming from him.

“So, you’re awake, right Gary?” I heard his voice.

“Mmmmhhh….” I nodded.

“Good boy. Now listen carefully. I’ll remove your blindfold and the gag. Then I’ll untie your legs. But your arms will remain secured behind your back. Yesterday you proved you can’t be trusted, so I need to be cautious. I want an absolute silence from you, son; if you dare to speak even one word, you’ll get gagged again immediately and then spanked. This time MUCH harder, than yesterday. Is that clear for you, boy?” He asked sternly; I sensed he was dead serious so I quietly nodded my head.

“That’s what I thought.”

My father helped me sit on the bed and removed his scarf from my eyes; I blinked when the bright sunrays hit me, but remained completely silent. I looked at my Dad, trying to beg him with my eyes, but he just smiled cruelly and started peeling the tape from my mouth. Even though he was careful not to cause to much pain I winced and groaned quietly a few times, but he ignored that. Once the tape was removed completely from my mouth I immediately spat out his underwear. It looked absolutely disgusting: wet from my saliva, dirty, stained all over. I decided that if it only be possible I would do everything I can prevent that thing being forced into my yap again. While I was looking at the gross wad my father began undoing the tape around my ankles and shins. This time he didn’t hesitate and used brute force to remove that. After a few seconds my legs were free and I could spread them. I wanted to thank him, but didn’t dare speak without his permission.

“Go the kitchen and wait there for me, son. Don’t try anything stupid!” Dad warned me.

I followed my father’s command and obediently headed to the kitchen. When I got there I saw the remains of the meatloaf we had for dinner two days ago on the plate. Until that moment I hadn’t realized how hungry I was; being forced to suck on my own Dad’s sweaty underwear for the whole night effectively killed my appetite , but now that my mouth was free I couldn’t help but lick my lips. It look really good and I hoped it was for me. Soon my father entered the kitchen and pulled out a chair. He told me to sit on it and I obeyed immediately; I felt like a recruit who must follow his officer’s orders.

I watched as he put the meatloaf into the microwave oven; soon it was ready and I wriggled a little bit on the chair. I couldn’t wait to eat that, but at that moment I couldn’t even be sure if it was for me. I gulped and my Dad laughed at my predicament. With a devilish smile on his face he put the plate with hot food in front of me and waited for a few extremely long seconds. I took a deep breath; the meatloaf smelled great. I looked up at my father pleadingly; I was on a verge of speaking when he grabbed a fork and a knife and started feeding me. I ate hungrily, which caused my Dad to tell me to slow down. He made fun of me and teased me saying that he never thought he would have to feed his grown up son like that. Even though I wanted to snap back at him I remained calm and quiet; another round of belt spanking definitely wasn’t on my wish list.

“Hope it was tasty, son. Now, I think you’re thirsty. Want some water?” He asked when I finished my meal.

“…” I nodded in complete silence.

Dad poured the water into the glass and helped me drink it. I gulped down everything in no time, so he asked me if I wanted some more. I nodded again and drank some more. When I refused another round my father told me to stand up and, to my great surprise and relief, unwrapped the duct tape from my hands. I rubbed my wrists a little and saw some red marks on them, but that didn’t matter. I was free and it was all that counted. I was just about to speak when I saw my father’s eyes. They were cold and there was something menacing lurking in them. I froze, completely abashed.

“I didn’t say your punishment is over, son. It will be, when I say so, and not even the second sooner.

Now I want you to use the bathroom. You probably need it badly. Once you are done, you’ll go to my room. You will stay in the corner, facing it and keeping your arms folded at the back of your head. When I enter the room I want to see you in that position. You’ll be terribly sorry if I don’t. Now go!” Dad’s voice was calm but ice cold.

For a brief moment I was just staring at him in disbelief; he was treating me as if I was a dangerous criminal or particularly bratty recruit in the army. I didn’t like it at all and I felt the anger feeling my mind again, but fortunately was wise enough not to follow it. Of course I could try opposing and resisting but I knew well where it would lead me. If he could tie me up and leave me for coming home late and yelling at him, who knew what else he was capable of and I didn’t want to be the one who knew. I nodded obediently and left the kitchen.

I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder; my Dad was right: I needed it badly, although until that moment I didn’t even realize it. I also brushed my teeth; even after the meal I could still feel the taste of the disgusting, sweaty underwear in my mouth. When I did everything I went to my father’s room and stood in the corner facing it. I let out a long sigh and entwined my fingers together at the back of my head. My heart was pounding like crazy in my chest; it felt so humiliating and degrading to just stand there. It felt like I was bound by his authority just as if I was bound by rope or tape. Whatever he had in store for me I wanted it to happen as quickly as possible; after all the sooner something starts, the sooner it ends. Or so I could hope…

If Dad needs help training Gary he may bring him over to my place and I'll handle him for a day or to let dad rest. If he does bring the little twerp over he must be completely and safely packaged with no chance of escape, I will use my own underwear for him to wash.

PLEASE DAD.