Stories of Tie Up Games

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Part 1

Chad Billings eighteen-year-old mechanic. Walks from the coffee shop his street bike. He sitting down on the seat of his bike relaxing he finds himself watching the building across the street. The past few days, he had watched a young woman leaving the office.

She was always the last one there When she walked from her office. She would enter the café. Order a tea and a biscuit. Chad made more than one or two encounters with her. She was not too keen on him.

Often insulting him or giving him a sneer. Or a snide remarks. She made no secret calling him Perv, loser, stalker and the works. Chad never paid any mind to her words. Sticks and stones and the like.

Acknowledging she was his senior at least by four years. He could not help but admire the fine cut of her body. Clinging her thin but healthy frame. Wearing a white satin blouse, a wine red pencil skirt. Stockings and high heels. Her blond hair was always wound up tight in a bun.

Sipping his coffee. Chad happened to notice something odd. On the side of the building. A large cargo van had pulled up several guys came out one wearing blue coveralls. While the rest were in dark hoodies and jeans.

Middle of summer it was way too hot to wear hoodies. Setting his coffee down. He stands up and approaches slowly. The office building had one or two overhead doors. Meant for deliveries and the likeness.

Chad watches as the men enter the building hushed whispers. As Chad leans in closer he hears the leader instructing one to keep an eye on the van while one starts looking for valuables. While he and another look for the girl.

Realizing she had not exited. Meant they were intended to do her harm. Chad had crept to the man door sliding in unnoticed. As the driver went back to the van.

Creeping from the tiled floor to the carpet was a small surprise. Crossing the many little cubicles. Chad began to hear the sound of a squeal and some rushing over his head.

“Get away from me ah” the girls British accent spoke without its usual grand genteel tone or pronunciation. Meaning she was definitely distressed whatever they were doing to her.

Finding the stairs Chad manages to crawl the stairs the stairway echoed each step praying he did not rouse more alarm. Opening the door slightly Chad manages to get inside the office looking around his eyebrows narrow.

The office still had its lights off. For five thirty pm. The girl would have turned the lights off by now, however. After the squeal, he had heard. He imagined she was either in trouble or worst.

“Hmphf hmmphf plmmphf!” Chad stops at the sound he hears looking around trying to figure it out.

“Hmphf opmhpur hmmphf!” looking around his eyes scan the room when he sees the girl her bright blue-green eyes wide with concern or confusion. Approaching her. The girl was a sight to see. Her hosed legs shone nicely with the outdoor light.

She sits her hands behind the back of the chair one leg raised over the other her ankles bout together. Her blond hair is slightly disheveled but still fairly intact with her bun.

Her large eyes were bright and showing from the grey tape that had been wrapped around her mouth just below her nose to her chin. Keeping her mouth shut struggling to emit any kind of noise. Except for grunt and groan.

“God I saw them came in are you hurt” Chad crosses the room. His heavy boots stomping on the carpeted floor. Crouching down to look her in the eye.

Seeing her like this her arms pulled back. Her little perky chest pushed out. Her long neck and adorable eyes. Expressed by her gag. Her neck muscles tight and taut as she tries to peel the tape off with her silken collar of her shirt.

“I am not going to hurt you okay just calm deep breathes I will have you out in a little while.”

Starting with her wrists Chad was about to peel the bind away to see the zip ties were cutting deep into the poor girl's small wrists. No pulling or prying would get the zip ties off.

Grimacing. Chad looks around for something to cut the zip ties off. Crossing the room he finds a pair of scissors and cuts her bonds free. Gasping into the tape she draws her hands forward too bitter red marks on her wrists.

“stop- stop do not move we need to rub these bring circulation back into your wrists” Chad spoke softly taking her wrists in his hands running his thick calloused hand over her wrists trying to ease the raw pain from the zip tie markings.

“We will have to get some bandages on these but later once we are out of here okay” the girl gave three quick little nods in adrenaline-filled concern. Using the scissors Chad cut the tape from her ankles as her hands had begun to unravel the tape.

“My goodness how did you get in here why... what is going on are you with them” the woman's British accent whispers softly looking conspiratorially to Chad who shakes his head.

“I was sitting on my bike over at the coffee shop waiting for your next imaginative insult but you never came. And I saw this van pull up I thought to investigate and well turns out for once, I am in the right place at the right time”

“I would not use that term young man” Chad’s eyes grew wide at the growling voice of a third party turning around Chad could see two of the four brigands who came in. The leader snarls armed with a heavy little revolver.

“Keep your hands where we can see them... any wrong move you and the girl both get lead to understand?” Chad looks from them to her seeing the little nametag on her heart. With the name Hilary inscribed.

With all his might Chad pushes Hillary backward as the man opens fire shooting his gun. Shooting twice. Chad managed to push himself and Hillary behind the cover of a cubicle.

“We need to get up and move okay can you walk?” Chad mutters and Hillary simply nods breathlessly Chad places his hands on her hips and gives her a harsh push forward crossing an aisle between cubicles. The leader fires again. Missing by a few inches Chad and Hillary both struggle to gain composure. The man's firearm sounded like a canon echoing across the open space above the cubicles.

“Take off your heels” Chad whispers peeling the little shoes from the girl's little feet. Handing them to her he looks around grabbing hold of the base of a rolling chair. Hillary watches as Chad hurls the chair down two aisles creating a crashing noise. Followed by two gunshots. And thundering of the boot falls as the two men approach the chair.

Using it as a diversion Chad takes Hillary back around them sadly even their slight shuffling could be heard. As another gunshot rang. As Chad pushes Hillary to the door both their conjoined forces crash into the door. Striking the man behind it.

The momentum of the push launched the pair down the stairs in a tumbling episode. Hillary was safely tucked against Chad's torso. The young man accepted the majority of the pain with a few scowls and guttural curses as they reach the bottom.

“You alright?” Chad asks through a groan. Looking down on his legs Hillary had used the momentum to swerve to her feet leaning against the wall.

“Fine and you?” he shrugs

“Hurt leg but its... fine” Chad manages as he gets to his feet with a limp. Curling his lips as he manages to step forward.

“Come on they won’t take long to follow” managing to march out the door of the stairway. Marching her away the driver stood to hold a small pistol in his hand Chads eyes grew wide.

“Shit go out front go”

“What about you?” Chad did not answer pushing her out the door sliding his cell phone into her bony hand.

“Call the cops I will lead them away for as long as I can” Chad manages to say before pushing Hillary forward into the wall dodging the gunfire. Pinning her against the wall. They had never been this close. Chad acknowledged.
Taking her by her arm Chad pulls her away. He manages to push her toward the front door. Turning to run back to lure the guys away he was surprised to find the large revolver in his face.

“Hero boy huh... well I know what to do with your kind” the leader snarls when the driver approaches

“The girls took off should we track her?” the leader shakes his head.

“No need the cops will be here in less than two minutes, we should be outta town by the time she can I.D. our photos but this one we take him with us”

The driver steps behind Chad and pushes him forward. The young man took a semi step before collapsing from his bad leg. The driver gave a scowl taking the belt from Chad's pants they wrap it around his throat.

“Come along doggy the faster you crawl the easier it goes” gargling Chad had little capability save follow along and be thrown into the back of their van.

This looks like a fun story with some nice contrast between the captives.

I'd like to see the rest, you have a strong start.

DeeperThanRed wrote: 5 years ago This looks like a fun story with some nice contrast between the captives.

I'd like to see the rest, you have a strong start.

well here is the rest Deeperthanred I hope you like it. SupermanFan522 request.


Once the van doors were closed and the van got into motion. Chad was outnumbered. One of the men held his arms behind his back using zip ties on his wrists one per wrist to form a handcuff style. The leader takes the belt from Chad’s neck and wraps it three times around the young man's boots before buckling it tight.

Each of Chad's half-hearted protests was met with a kick to the ribs or a kick to the calf. Some form of physical abuse. Once getting him from the lot they crooks had figured they were in the clear.

“What are we doing with the boy boss he seen our faces... and the girl she saw us too” the driver snarls looking over to the leader who sits in the passenger seat puzzling. His revolver in his lap.

“The girl is of little consequence. We got what we needed from the building we head out to a quiet place to lie low until tomorrow afternoon by then the cops will be tired of searching, not to mention...”

the leader rambles on about why it is safer to stick together for twelve hours. Ditch the car and the boy. Then they would separate.

“So what do we do with the boy?”

“Same thing we will do to the car I reckon” the leader spoke with a sinister chuckle.



Meanwhile.

Police had arrived Promptly starting their investigation. Hillary had spoken to the police explained all that had happened. Informing them the men now had a hostage.

Hillary feared the police would not make it to him in time. But she had little else she could do save give them her statement and provide the best physical description she could. However. The police had their hands full with the evidence from the office.

The police decided that Hillary’s outfit was now evidence. Two officers escort her back to her apartment. Exchanging her knee-length pencil skirt for some loose-fitting sweat clothing.

Returning to the two police officers they escort her from her apartment to the police station where she would meet a sketch artist. Where Hillary manages to describe the three she had seen in the best light. The driver. The leader and a second crook.

Finishing with her statements. Two police officers take her home and it is agreed that small police surveillance would be arranged. That night Hillary struggles to get sleep. Knowing the boy she had treated so badly saved her. And now faced whatever fate those felons had decided. Whispering a silent prayer.


Meanwhile.


Chad now lay down on cold cement. His hands cuffed behind his back. The leather belt still tucked around his neck. The tape gag still stuck in place as he remains on his left arm and elbow.

More chain had been wrapped around his chest and midsection. This chain anchored him down to a heavy cast iron beam in the center of the floor. Chad already wore himself out trying to push kick and squirm from his bondage.

Screaming for help would only beg his captors to torment him. Chad was young but he would keep his pride. So long as he could. He lay on that dusty cement floor for what seemed like hours.

His attention was caught as the heavy door of the room opened with a rackety creak. Looking over he could see the leader holding a plate while two of his compatriots escort him closer. One wielding a chair.

Setting the chair down the leader sat. the empty-handed crook crouches down next to Chad. Pulling a switch-blade knife he touches the blade to the boy's throat.

“Make a sound, you will regret it,” the man says before leaning in using the knife to cut the tape from his face. Pulling it off Chad only looks bitterly at the crook holding the knife as he backed up. And the leader cleared his throat waiting for attention.

“Dinner eat up”

The leader set the plate down it was filled with macaroni and cheese. And some cut up hot dogs. Chad looks down on the food unsure but his stomach giving way to his mind he sits forward eating without the use of his hands. Like a puppy. The Crooks begin to laugh gently at first before the two hired hands burst into laughter.

Biting down his pride or dignity whatever they wanna call it Chad ate as much as he could.

“I am done I am not hungry” the leader looked to the plate. Chad had eaten a third of the macaroni and a fourth of the hot dog. The leader nods picking up the plate. Turning to the boys.

“Keep him quiet until we decide what we do with him”

Chad flinches on the last words. Looking to the leader who gave a small grin. Before the hired hands began to prod.

“I still say toss him in a dumpster and let whatever finds him deal with the man” one man spoke looking from the leader down to Chad. The next man speaks with a joy-filled smile.

“I still say simply leave him in trunk let him escape on his own?” the leader shakes his head.

“No both your ideas leave too much room for escape or survival” Chad began to quake in his bindings trying to find the right words to use. He wanted to bitterly snarl and curse the men out but his rage closed his throat so he could no speak.

“I say we leave him with the Van, while we torch it” the Leader spoke turning around and Chad lurches forward.

“You goddam bas barphf” Chad’s outcry was silenced by a club upside the head knocking him out.


When Chad woke he did not immediately recall where he is. How he got there. Forgetting he was even tied up. Pulling on his bonds his legs still secure. His wrists bound tightly his arms pinned to his chest and torso.

Finally deciding to shout for help. Chad tried but found his mouth is blocked by a hard object between his teeth feeling it with his tongue the basic shape was that of a ball. And the tasted mostly of rubber. Growling he could feel the leather straps digging into his cheeks.

And the drool hanging down his chin. Driving him crazy he did not let this stop his attempts to escape squirming and wiggling the young man did not stop. Until the chain binding him to the post grew too tight.

Nudging back to the post. Chad gasps heavily into the ball gag closing his eyes. He takes deep breathes trying to calm himself. Rolling onto his other side. He tried to think of another way to escape.

Two hours later.


The men return removing the chain from the post. The driver pulls Chad by his underarms standing him up.

“Go on big guy hop to the van” the Driver smiles holding a belt in his hands Chad shakes his head growling into the ball gag. Drooling over his chin and chest. The Driver smiles


“Hop” using the belt as a whip he slaps Chad’s bottom getting him to move. Hopping once twice to find a pattern he could maintain. Three of the crooks laugh clumsily leaning back in joy. Watching as young Chad struggles.

Getting to the edge of the van. Chad looks back on the men who smile.
“Alright throw him in the rest of the way” the leader barks impatiently to his cackling men. Who steps forward in disappointment. Picking Chad by his ankles and his arms they hurl him into the back.

“Lovely come on we gotta ditch this thing and make tracks” the leader snaps.

“Hephf” Chad calls out to no avail.

The doors seal closed. Leaving Chad to his devices, using his foot he tries to kick using any method he could to escape. With each wiggle came a small grunt and each grunt a little bit of air escaped his lungs. Warming the boy up to a near-boiling rate.

Scowling with a bitter shout and yell. He fell still almost incapacitated. But he could still feel each curve and every pothole. Finally the car stopped. And Chad could hear the van put into park.

Hearing the men get out Chad knew this part would not be pretty. The men approach grabbing Chad ankles using the leftover chain they wrap his ankles then bind the chain to a cinder-block.

“Nmmph dmphf lmmphf mmphf gmmph” Chad fought and wiggle. As the Driver pulls him out.

“Just set him on the edge of the dock” the leader snarls turning back around he begins to walk away. When the Driver snarls bitterly

“Y’know I am getting tired of your lip” the leader turns to the driver his eyebrow raised. The leader turns around suddenly his pistol in hand. Before the loud crack sounded. Chad struggles to look back over his shoulder to see the Driver armed with an older style revolver in his hand.

The Leader gurgles. Before a splash. Chad began to squirm and wiggle squealing into his gag. The driver turns to the kid. His eyebrow lowered.

“You know kid, you were a good enough sport did what we asked, survived our tormenting without any bitchin, so ... I am going to give you a chance, I will kick this block into the water. All you have to do is hold back” the Driver pats the kid's head.

“No man he saw you kill him the man we need to get out of here” another leader spoke drawing his revolver. Ready to shoot. Silencing the man instantly.

The three men leave. The Driver kicked the Cinder-block into the water driving Chad into the water. His arms bound as they were he stood no chance. Driving down into the water. Chad struggles afraid to drown he struggles. Before looking around. Where the Driver had dumped him had been a relatively shallow end. While the cinder-block held him down he just had enough length to breathe.

Wiggling his feet to stay afloat Chad looks around trying to call for help but as he bobs up and down the water slips through his gag. Choking on it. He mumbles some more. Before the sound of splashing had caught her attention.

“Oh my god I found you” a wispy British accent catches his attention. Looking up Chad smiles seeing. An Angel wearing a white skirt, bright blue camisole. Her hair was down and half of it was hanging over her face. Her blue eyes filled with concern.

Another man had rushed forward. Jumping into the water he helps to disconnect the chain from Chad's legs. Taking Chad by the hips the other man hoists Chad's young form onto the dock. Where Hillary ducks beside him wrapping her arms around Chad's neck pulling him into her chest. He was soaking wet and cold. But she would help him warm-up.

“You will be alright”

“Hophf diphf yuphf?”

“It is a long complicated story, but do not worry about it shush I will take care of you young man” kissing his forehead. Chad found Hillary hugging him extremely tighter than earlier.

Leaning her head down she began to kiss his gagged lips starting with the top lip then the bottom lip brushing his chin with her hand she began to unfasten the gag while her lips were still on the mouthpiece.

“I will take care of you” Hillary spoke pulling the gag down running her right hand through Chad's damp hair. Holding him close. She wanted this to last forever.

I liked the bondage parts in this chapter a lot. The kidnappers being very no-nonsense helped the tense atmosphere, as well.

Hillary repaying Chad the favor by rescuing him was really sweet. I think she got over her prejudice and now they can get to know each other better.