Stories of Tie Up Games

Let me get started by talking about myself, because that’s what I’m really good at. My name is David. I’m eighteen years old. I’m tall (six-five, not to brag) and skinny (a hundred and eighty pounds, and I can’t really brag about that because I play sports twelve months a year, I’m supposed to be heavier than that). I’ve got reddish-brown hair that I call “auburn”, everyone else calls “red”, and my little brother calls “orange” because he bullies me.
Anyway, my parents gave me permission to have a New Years Eve party at our house as long as A) there were only a few people, B), we were quiet, and C) the night didn’t end with the fire department being called again. Naturally, I agreed, and at 8:30, my two friends started showing up.
The first to appear was Ted. Ted’s one of those guys who I used to hate in middle school, since he was always on the other basketball team, but once we both ended up going to the same high school, the bromance was real. He’s about six foot even, with blond hair. Ted’s even skinnier than me, and he has the moving speed of a sloth with no legs. He tends to give off an air of indifference for just about everything that happened, always along for the ride.
Ted was wearing his usual outfit, black sweatpants and a neon-green sweatshirt. For the record, I was wearing my always-classy white Rolling Stones shirt with the lips-and-tongue logo emblazoned on the front, along with jeans. That might not sound very impressive, but for teenagers, that’s basically up there with tuxedos in terms of fanciness.
Next was Kim. Kim’s about five-four and, for lack of a better word, “thicc”. You know, firm legs, great rear, great bust. She’s got long blonde hair and was wearing tight jeans and a tighter red long-sleeved T-shirt. Kim is always ready to fight someone, mostly because she has two older brothers that wrestled for our high school and because she’s short and short people are filled with hate.
Funny story - me and Kim actually went on a date our freshman year of high school. It was the first time either of us had ever been on a date, and it was really fun, but after it, she freaked out and ghosted me for an entire year. We got past it and became close friends, and she is currently dating Ted, who’s known her since preschool and had finally gotten out of the friend zone. I was over my romantic feelings towards her, but I would be lying through my teeth if I didn’t think she was attractive as hell.
She was one of the only people allowed to call me “Dave”, because while that was usually reserved for people I was currently dating, she had dated me and survived the experience, so she got special privileges.
Yeah, I was third-wheeling, but it honestly didn’t feel like third-wheeling. Those two had that kind of chemistry where literally nothing between them had changed when they started dating, so it felt more like the three of us were still friends instead those-two-plus-me.
So. Two tall, skinny guys and one short, thicker girl. I think we all know where this is going...
Anyway, Kim showed up at 8:30, so we all retreated to my basement, where the TV was hooked up to show the festivities. We immediately switched it to Netflix so we could watch some horror movies. I’m a total wuss about horror movies, and so is Ted, so most of our viewing experience consisted of me swearing and Ted yelling “NO NO NO!” during the scary scenes while Kim told us to man up.
We ended the movie at 10, mostly since my internet sucks and Netflix decided to crap out on us. We switched back to regular TV just in time to watch highlights of the last NFL game. (Tom Brady was featured. Much booing from us was involved.)
As teenagers tend to do, we all ended up lying on my couch, scrolling through our phones. Suddenly, Ted popped up. “I just found something!”
Kim and I both groaned, “Oh god, what?” and “For the last time, no more lightsaber duels,” respectively. (Long story about lightsaber duels. Holes were put in walls. Concussions were handed out. Don’t ask.)
Ted was looking at his phone, scrolling excitedly. “It’s this challenge! You tie someone to a chair and see if they can get out!”
My heart stopped for a beat.
Look, I’m into bondage. I’ve never been tied up, and I’ve never tied up anyone before - hell, the farthest I ever got with a girl was making out my girlfriend on the couch we were currently lying on (we started going out in April, she dumped me for a college student in August, but we’re still friends). I’ve got no interest whatsoever in self-bondage, since I could get out any time I wanted. I’ve always read stories about tie-up games, and I’ve seen the videos, and I’ve been on DeviantArt enough times to know that I am certainly not the only one with this obsession, but I still had never gotten to experience it.
Until now, it seemed.
However, I had to give my enthusiastic approval of the game without giving away my fetish. I had to play it cool and smooth.
“Uh, yeah, sure, I’m down if you guys are, not that I really want to get tied up, but I will, I guess, you know,” I stammered out. Kim raised an eyebrow at me, but Ted didn’t seem to notice.
Smooth like the surface of frigging Mars.
Kim also gave her approval by sighing loudly and rolling her eyes. “Okay,” Ted said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them, “we need a chair and some tape. David?”
“You people only love me for my big house,” I grumbled as I rose from my seat on the couch and wandered around my basement. My basement was pretty big, and my dad had a poker table with solid oak chairs there. He also had a workshop with about a dozen rolls of duct tape - what he needed that much tape for, I didn’t know, but I snagged some and brought it over to the table. I set the tape down and said, “Okay, who’s getting tied up firs- aw, come on.”
The other two had their fingers on their noses. In the ancient tradition of Nose Goes, the last person to put their finger on their nose is generally elected “It” for things, such as games of tag.
I was finger-nose-less, so I plopped down in the chair and gave a defiant eyebrow-raise. “Do your worst,” I challenged.
Ted grinned and started to unroll some tape. “Tell me that again in fifteen minutes.”
Sure enough, in fifteen minutes, my hands were taped wrist-to-wrist behind my back. My ankles, knees and thighs were taped together, then my lap was taped down to the seat of the chair. My stomach had been wrapped tightly to the back of the chair, and my shoulders had been as well. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I wriggled in my seat a bit, feeling satisfied. Finally, after all these years, I was tied up - and it was fantastic. “Okay, so how much time do I get to escape?” I tried to sound as bored as possible.
Ted said, “You’ve got fifteen minutes, starting-”
“Wait!” Kim cut him off. She ripped off a few more pieces of tape and plastered them over my mouth. Ted gave her a raised eyebrow. “What?” she said, shrugging defensively. “We’ve all wanted to. We might get some peace and quiet now that his smartass can’t say anything.”
I mmphed at that comment in faux-anger. She was right, I would just be saying smart remarks and bad puns the entire time, and it felt good to complete the experience.
“Alright, fifteen minutes start now,” Ted said as he tapped the timer on his phone. I wriggled. I jumped. I swore at them under my gag. I was definitely not getting out of that. I didn’t really want to, anyway.
Finally, the phone alarm went off. I slumped in my seat, sweating a little. Kim laughed at me. Ted seemed impressed with himself. “I’m good at that, huh?”
“Oh, don’t get too ahead of yourself,” Kim scoffed. “You tied up a guy that wanted to be tied up.”
Okay, maybe I wasn’t so good at hiding it. My face went red behind the tape. “David, you’re a little obvious about it,” Kim told me, grinning a bit at my embarrassment. “Just a fair warning.”
“You’re pretty obvious about it too, Kay,” Ted told her casually.
Okay, maybe she wasn’t so good at hiding it either. She blushed and started stammering, but Ted already had her turned around and was taping her wrists behind her back.
“Hey!” she protested, but she was laughing. “You had me distracted, you little-”
Ted poked her in the side, and she howled with laughter. Soon, Ted had her standing up and attempting to keep her balance. She was taped at her knees, ankles, and thighs, like me. They had her wrists and elbows taped together, pushing her chest out. Then - I’m not sure how Ted did this without getting his fingers bitten off by Kim - he wrapped up her waist and right above and below her… chest area.
Ted finished the job by wrapping tape around her entire head. I didn’t envy her, now that she had to pick the tape out of her hair.
I didn’t have to not-envy her a whole lot after that, since Ted picked up the tape and walked over to me to wrap it around my head. I mmphed at him again. He looked at my hands behind me and saw that I was giving him the bird.
“Well, that’s not very nice,” Ted deadpanned. Ted whipped out a knife from nowhere - Where’d he get that knife? I wondered idly - cut the bonds that connected me to the chair, then retaped me, this time totally cocooning my abdomen and reapplying tape to my shoulders - That little bastard, that’s my knife, he stole it from my room!
Ted forced me to hop over next to Kim, who was standing still and enjoying the show. Then, with a hand to each of our backs, he led us to the couch, where he collapsed, then dragged us two down on top of him.
I’m not gay. I’ll get that out of the way. I thought that some guys were handsome, like Chris Pratt, and okay, maybe I thought Ted was good-looking, but my sexuality definitely swung towards the female species. That said, I love a good cuddling, no matter the genders of those involved, because I was touch-starved as hell since no one wanted to hug a skeleton.
Ted had me leaning my back onto him, and then had Kim put her back on him as well, so she was a little on top of me too, while Ted had both of us piled on top of him.
It was pretty peaceful - Ted wrapped his arms around me and Kim and we just relaxed. We were in good hands.
Then Kim shifted a bit, so her thigh was resting on my lap region. She had tight jeans on, and I had tight jeans on, and like I said, she’s got pretty thick thighs, and there was a lot of friction going on there, and I…
Alright. This is where it gets NSFW here, folks.
Well. I stiffened a bit.
I could feel my face go red again. Aw, not now, I thought to myself, panicking a bit. I couldn’t help but wonder if she noticed that I was poking her leg a bit.
Judging by the way her breath hitched under her gag and she mmphed, I think she noticed. She shot me a wide-eyed look of surprise and I tried to look apologetic.
Ted didn’t notice, which is impressive seeing as we were laying all over him and almost yelping. He was too busy laughing at whatever Steve Harvey had managed to do. Then I noticed the time - thirty minutes until midnight, and thirty minutes until the new year.
“Whelp,” Ted said, “I’m gonna go grab some drinks. You two stay here.”
Kim and I both mockingly laughed under our gags. Ted squeezed his way out from under us and sauntered upstairs, apparently not super thirsty.
Me and Kim were thirsty in a different kind of way - and it wasn’t either of our faults. Neither of us had ever had sex before, never even had anything approaching sex - hell, I had only kissed one girl in my life and I’m not sure if Kim and Ted had gotten past the hand-holding stage. So we were both hormone-addled as anything, and neither of us were particularly happy about it, but such is the strength of a teenager’s willpower. When Ted squeezed out from under us, I landed on the bottom, with my back lying on the couch and covering most of it up, and Kim landed on me, with her back directly on top of me so I got a face full of her hair - which I didn’t really mind.
I also didn’t mind the fact that her rear had landed right on my crotch area, but I kinda wanted to mind the fact. I felt both very dirty and very satisfied. The dichotomy of wholesome and horny.
Hornsome.
Kim turned her head around just enough so I could see her eyes. She winked, then started wriggling around on my crotch.
This is not fair, I thought to myself as I groaned under my gag. She’s dating someone, and she’s coming on to me, and I don’t even like her anymore, and-
Then she moaned a little bit, and I stopped thinking. Eventually, we were both just enjoying it, moaning happily. I heard someone clear his throat. I looked up and there was Ted, three glasses in one hand (two with straws sticking out of them), a bottle of fake champagne in the other, and a raised eyebrow directed at us two.
“Aw, fuck,” I said under my gag.
Then Kim did something I didn’t see coming - she purred at him and pushed her rear even more into my crotch. I almost came right then and there.
I simply looked, red-faced and sweaty, and Ted. What was I even gonna say (okay, mmph) to him? Hey man, sorry your girlfriend started twerking on me.
“Oh, relax, David,” he told me, grinning. “Me and her are open. We’ll talk about tomorrow morning.”
What.
“Okay, it’s fifteen minutes til midnight, so I’m gonna take your gags off so we can drink this… stuff. What kind of champagne doesn’t have alcohol in it?”
My mother does, apparently. She told me earlier that she grabbed a bottle of the fake stuff because giving real alcohol to teenagers is a sin. She also told me that it was actually communion wine she had stolen from church, so I think she nullified all of her good intentions.
Ted set the drinks down and unwrapped Kim’s tape gag first, and she cursed in pain when Ted tried to untangle her hair. “Sorry,” Ted said insincerely.
She glowered at him. “If you had balls, I would kick them.”
“What was his reaction?” Ted gestured to me, who grunted.
Her smile turned more mischievous. “Oh, you should have seen it. He totally about shat his pants.”
I tried to moan, “Did not!” indignantly.
They ignored me. “I would have paid to see that,” Ted said, grinning.
He started on my gag. It was easier to get out of my hair, since it was way shorter, but it still hurt a bit. “Did you guys plan that?”
“Save the questions for tomorrow,” he waved off. “Drinky time!”
He had won a bit of silence on that subject from me. “Oh thank god, I’m thirsty. Untape me,” I said.
“Yeah, right.” He brought over the cups and poured “champagne” in them. The three of us counted down from five, and when the ball dropped, we all cheered. He held the straws up to our lips and me and Kim chugged them quickly.
Ted downed his own glass, sat down between us, grabbed the back of Kim’s head, and kissed her deeply. I rolled my eyes and looked pointedly away, pointedly annoying my base instinct to pretend to vomit.
Then Kim leaned across Ted, nudged my shoulder, and when I turned around, kissed me.
Did not see that coming.
Then Ted said, “Happy New Year, Dave,” put his hand on the back of my head, and kissed the daylights out of me.
Definitely did not see that coming.
When Ted pulled away, Kim looked between Ted’s smug grin and my dazed “Oh my god what just happened” vacant expression. Then she grinned sultrily. She definitely had the lady version of a boner going on right then.
“I. Uh.” I tried to formulate a sentence. Ted’s smug grin turned into an uncharacteristically gentle smile.
“Questions tomorrow, okay?”
I swallowed and nodded.
Okay. Maybe I was a little bit gay.
Ted stood up and started rooting around in a drawer that was filled with movies. He held up one. “How about it?” he asked the peanut gallery.
“Sure, I love Step-Brothers,” I said.
Kim groaned. “If it’s another movie you can quote in its entirety-”
“Once! We watched Raiders Of The Lost Ark once!”
“And you knew the entire movie! I swear to God, if I have to hear ‘It ain’t the years, honey, it’s the mileage’ one more time-”
For their sake, I promised to shut up (except for the “I’m gonna rub my nutsack on your drumset!” part, and I only quoted that part because the other two did). Ted took out the DVD and commented, “I kinda wish this was a VCR.” He looked at us two tied on the couch and waggled his eyebrows. “Get it? Because it’s a tape?”
I booed loudly. Kim said, “If I had a tomato, I would throw it at you.”
Ted laughed and hit play. Then he sat down between us again and wrapped his arms around both of our shoulders. Kim leaned into him with practiced ease, and to my surprise, so did I.
He was unprecedentedly warm.
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I woke up, still taped up, but lying down on the couch. Ted had repeated his earlier position, with him laying on the couch and both me and Kim laying on top of him, but he had his arms wrapped around us.
It was… nice.
This was ruined when Kim, who was closer to the edge of the couch, accidentally rolled onto the floor and woke up swearing.
About an hour later, me and Kim had both been untaped, and we stood in the kitchen, drinking coffee and groaning about late nights. “Hey, Dave,” Ted said, shooting a glance with Kim as he leaned against the counter. “You doing anything next Saturday?”
I searched my mental schedule and came up with nothing. “Er, no.”
“Me and Kim are hanging at my place on Saturday night. You wanna come?”
Moment of truth time. Did I really want to be involved with whatever plan those two had come up with? Was Ted telling the truth when he said that he and Kim were “open”? What did “open” even mean? Was Ted gay? Was I gay?
Ted told me to ask questions in the morning.
I asked.
He answered.
Plans were made for Saturday night.
They left at the same time in different cars. As I stood in the garage in sweatpants and bare feet, with a coffee cup in my hand, the other two walked out next to me.
Ted said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and a wink that made me go red.
Kim said goodbye with a grope on my ass and a lascivious lick of her lips that made me go redder.
I watched the two drive away, waving casually. As I walked inside, I had loads of questions, mostly about me and my sexuality, but one big one trumped all the others.
What was going to happen on Saturday night?

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Hey everyone, this is my first story. It's probably not my best, but feel free to leave some feedback. Thanks.

This was great. Don’t knock yourself. You had a great build up and an amazing twist that I for one had no clue was coming. I hope that you plan on continuing the tale.