Stories of Tie Up Games

Part 1: The Taking.

On a summer morning, 10 year old Ryan Horton was sitting on the couch watching TV. The dark haired boy was wearing a black Nike t-shirt and red basketball shorts this morning, and leaned on the arm of the sofa, with his knees up on the cushions. He barely noticed as his father Mike walked past and left the house.

Alone for the morning, Ryan's mind wandered to the plans for the weekend. He and his dad were going to a baseball game that evening with their friends, the Bensons, and then having a sleepover. Mrs. Benson and her daughter were both away, which left Ryan's best friend Joey alone with his dad Dave. The plan was to have some father-son bonding time.

Ryan was snapped back to reality about 5 minutes after his dad had left by a knock on the kitchen door. He stood up and walked across the room, feeling the carpet give way to tile under his bare feet. When he opened the door, he was greeted by Dave Benson.

"Hi Ryan." Dave said, grinning.

"Hi Mr. Benson." Ryan replied. "Where's Joey?"

"He's at home, but I'm here to get you for a little game your dad and I planned." Dave stepped into the house, taking Ryan by the arm.

"A game?" Ryan asked, giggling lightly. "What kind of game?"

Dave laughed and guided Ryan to the counter, where a large roll of clear packing tape was resting. The man grabbed the roll and gently pushed Ryan to the floor. "The Kidnap Game!" He said with a melodramatic tone.

Ryan laughed. "Kidnap? My dad will stop you when he gets back!" He tried to sound defiant, but it didn't work. He was having too much fun with this.

"I think not!" Dave chuckled back as he began to wrap Ryan's wrists behind him. "He's busy right now."

"Oh. Is Joey kidnapped too?" Ryan asked as his hands were bound.

"He should be." Dave replied, cutting the tape off. "Now shut up."

Ryan obediently pressed his lips together as Dave tore two pieces of tape off the roll. He then pressed them over the boy's mouth and pulled him up to his feet. Dave guided Ryan to the door and paused.

The Hortons lived in town, and the neighbors were close by. So they needed to be careful about this. But nobody was around, so the pair were able to walk out the side door and to the backyard. The Hortons lived on a lot with a small parking area behind it. That's where Dave's SUV was parked. Ryan was guided into the backseat and buckled in, and then Dave got in, started the car, and began driving to his house.

Ryan realized that between the tinted windows and the clear tape, no one they passed would realize that he was tied up in the backseat!

Then he saw his dad's sedan. Ryan giggled behind the gag and looked out the window. The two men waved as their cars passed.

A few minutes later, the car pulled into the Benson's long driveway and parked by the walkway. This house was in a wooded area and had more privacy. So there was nothing to worry about as Dave led Ryan up the walkway to the front door.

The house was empty and quiet when they entered. Ryan felt Dave's hand on his arm tighten as the door locked. He was then pulled through the foyer, past the stairs, and into the kitchen. The basement door was opened, and the pair walked down to the unfinished basement. And there was no sign of Joey. Dave made Ryan sit down on the floor next to a coil of rope. He made a quizzical sound into his gag and looked up at Dave.

"Remember how I told you Joey was kidnapped too?" Dave said, tying the rope around Ryan's ankles.

"Mmhm." Ryan said nodding his head.

"Well..."

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At the same time that Dave was walking into Ryan's house...

Joey Benson had just got out of bed and pulled on a pair of blue Adidas running shorts. He heard his dad walk out the door as he was in the bathroom, and he padded downstairs to eat a toaster pastry for breakfast. As he was finishing, the doorbell rang. He bolted to the door and flung it open, to see Mike Horton.

"Hi Mr. Horton!" The energetic blond boy said. "Is Ryan with you?"

"Nope." Mike said, seizing Joey by the arms. "I'm here for you."

Joey was surprised by the sudden grab. But Mike simply pulled him down to the floor and dropped a black duffel bag on the floor. He fished out a roll of duct tape and a washcloth. Pinning the boy down, Mike strapped his hands behind him, then his ankles. The tape dug into Joey's skin and he grunted.

"Oof! That's tight Mr. Horton!" He said.

"That's the point kiddo. Now open up." Mike replied, wadding up the washcloth.

"What if I don't?" Joey said with a smirk, rolling to his side.

"Then I force it in your yap." Mike said, pressing the cloth to Joey's lips.

The boy held his lips together and tried not to laugh. But that only led Mike to pinch his nose and give him a tickle on the ribs. When Joey opened his mouth to laugh, the wadded rag was forced into his mouth. Then duct tape was wrapped around his head to gag him.

Mike proceeded to push Joey into the duffel bag in the fetal position. Joey was a gymnast, so he was flexible enough to fit. It was still a tight squeeze. Mike didn't totally close it, but Joey definitely couldn't see where he was as he was carried out of his house and deposited on the backseat of Mike's car.

The ride was fairly short, but Joey was thrilled by his abduction. He was pretty sure he was being taken to Mike and Ryan's house. And after the car stopped and he was carried into a house and dumped out onto a tiled kitchen floor, Joey was proven right.

"Okay." Mike said, towering over the boy. "Here's the deal. Your dad is kidnapping Ryan for the day. I'm kidnapping you. Until we say otherwise, you are my prisoner. Understand?"

Joey gazed up at his captor with wide eyes and nodded his head. Whatever their dads had planned, this was going to be exciting!

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Two dads planning a kidnap game sounds fun! Love the idea on keeping the other's son for a day Great work, can't wait for the next chapter!

This… is absolutely amazing! Man you really delivered, again!

And I see one boy is getting worse treatment so far… I’m curious to see if this will continue or not. I‘m really excited for the next part

What a fun idea for the story! I'm sure Joey and Ryan are having great time with their Dads!

Great story, who to root for? I'll root for the dad's for now to keep the story going for more chapters. Having a spare boy around the house to do all the chores is very, very, convenient.

Two, two, two kidnappings at once is better than DoubleMint Gum.

Dude, this is a great idea, I love it. Two dads kidnapping the son of the other, wow. I can't wait to see more of this. Please continue

AS ever, it's good to see you writing for us again.

Thanks for the comments guys! Enjoy this small continuation!

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Part 2: Origins

Dave finished tying the last rope. Ryan was now seated against a metal support beam in the basement. The tape on his wrists had been replaced by white clothesline, and his arms were pulled behind the post. His legs were out in front of him, bound at the ankles and knees with more of the same rope. The last binding the Dave had tightened was winding the rope around his chest, truly securing him to the pole.

"Okay, how does that feel?" Dave asked, peeling the tape off Ryan's mouth.

"That's pretty tight, Mr. Benson." Ryan said.

"Okay. I'm going to let you struggle a while. Shout if you need me, I'll just be in the kitchen." Dave ruffled Ryan's hair and went upstairs, leaving the door open.

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Meanwhile, Mike was putting Joey in a very strict hogtie. His hands were tied palm to palm, and cinched in the middle. His ankles, knees, and elbows had been bound the same way, and Mike was tying Joey's wrist ropes to his knees, and preparing to tie his ankles to his elbows. The stuffed tape gag remained in his mouth, muffling his grunts of discomfort.

"Now keep still." Mike growled.

"Mrrph." Joey replied as his limbs were pulled tight.

He was laid in the den at Mike and Ryan's house, feeling the rug under his bare chest. Every rope dug into his skin and added to his helplessness.

And he had to admit that he loved it. He wondered how Ryan was faring. By now it was clear that his dad had come over to snatch his best friend while Mike was grabbing him. He hoped they would be bound together. After all, this was likely the result of both of them being caught playing tie up before.

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Two Weeks Earlier...

Joey had been sleeping over at Ryan's house. Since the pair were 7, they'd been playing a special game they called "kidnap." Simply put, they would take turns tying each other up and seeing of they could escape. On the evening in question, Joey had been tying Ryan to his desk chair while the boys were both wearing their sleepwear... Which for them, consisted only of Hanes boxer briefs.

Then Mike had opened the door. As a more strict parent, he was less inclined to knock before entering. Not that they would have had time to do anything about it. Naturally the boys were embarrassed, and Mike had insisted that Ryan be untied right away. He had herded them into the living room and called Dave, then forced Joey to tell his own dad what he'd been doing to his best friend.

The boys made a plea for mercy, explaining that they really enjoyed the game they were playing. That no one was being hurt or coerced. Mike had simply regarded them both with a cold stare from his ice blue eyes. Eventually, he allowed the boys to return to the bedroom for the night. Which they did, feeling as if they were going to be grounded for life.

But the grounding never came. The next morning, Mike told them to be careful and to ask for adult supervision in the future. And Dave echoed that to Joey on the ride home. Both dads pulled their sons aside later to talk about their games and what they meant to them. How long they'd been playing, and what they felt while playing.

What neither of the boys knew was that Mike and Dave had grown up playing the same types of games. And when they compared notes on their boys' "interviews," they began planning their games for the coming weekend. They agreed on simple ground rules: they would each snatch the other's son from the house, bring the captive home, and hold them hostage for the day. They would stay in touch throughout the day, but neither man was allowed to rescue his son until the game was over. No matter what happened.

And then an idea crossed their minds. Mike knew just the box of tricks to open up for them. Old toys that he hadn't used in years. When he shared his plans to Dave, his friend seemed nervous about it, but he didn't oppose it. After all, the gear by itself wasn't problematic...

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Old Toys sounds rather ominous, Tied Up Like Daddy Was/Is,

Awesome! I hope it continues this good

Cute story

Great chapter!

So kidnapping games are already a tradition among the boys' fathers. Wow, the story just keeps getting better and better. I really enjoy these innocent father-son stories. Please continue.

Thank you for the short chapter.

Very good story!! I can’t wait to read the next part!