Stories of Tie Up Games

Hassan sighed Anxiously, nervously rubbing his olive skinned hand through his curly, thick black hair. He tidied up his small apartment, and checked himself out in the mirror. The young Pakistani man had just gotten a fresh undercut, leaving a lush mop on the top of his head, and sleek buzzed fuzz on the sides and back, to match his neatly trimmed beard. He wore a long body, slim fitting v-neck t-shirt, which accented his muscular torso and chest hair, slim fit jeans, and crisp white vans. All in all, he looked sharp, fit, and handsome.

So why the hell was he so nervous!?

As if on queue, the chime on his phone provided him the answer, and he reached for it as if his life depended on it. Kristy.

"Heyyy, I'm almost here! Thanks so much again for letting me stay Hassan, I really appreciate it." Hassan smiled, breathless, looking at the image of the blond girl on his phone. Long golden locks in a neat pony tail, a thin, soft face, sprinkling of freckles, and the biggest green eyes you had ever seen. And that sweet smile! Just like in her text, she was always so thoughtful, so sweet...and soooooo hot!

'Three Y's? That's gotta mean something!' he thought to himself.

"Hey, no problem! Just lemme know when you're here, and I can help you bring your bags in, and get settled." he typed. 'Nice move, that will show her you're thoughtful, and strong.' he congratulated himself on his charms.

"Thanks so much buddy!" Was the reply.

Buddy? Is that what girls say to guys they like? Hassan brushed off the concern, and paced around a bit, trying to calm himself down, and act cool. In the few minutes of silence before her uber dropped Kristy off, he managed to calm down, and talk himself through his 'game plan' for the night. He was gonna be relaxed, smooth, charming...
Then he received a text notification, and had a heart palpatation.

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Hassan was laden with nearly all of Kristy's luggage as he escorted her to his room, but still insisted on holding every door for her (making sure to flex slightly as he extended his arms). Kristy herself giggled at his insistence, but thanked him the whole way up the stairs. They got her settled into the single bedroom, as Hassan had mentioned he could use the couch for the night she was staying, waiting for her flight back home from college. Bringing up the bags from the several stairs, as well as organizing the bags had caused the two to work up something of a sweat in the cheap, humid apartment.

Hassan wiped sweat off his brow with his forearm, and tried not to pant, so as not to appear out of shape at all. "Hey, do you want some uh..." he was about to offer water but was struck silent. The afternoon sunlight filtered into the room right onto Kristy's face, casting it in a golden glow as she softly brushed a strand of her golden hair behind her ear with a graceful hand. Her full pink lips curled into a smile as she looked at the fairly excessive luggage-for which she had profusely apologized to Hassan for bringing- and how it had all been quickly organized into a little space for her. She felt accepted. Safe. And she was literally and figuratively glowing.

Hassan had an almost sad, stunned look in his eyes as he just stared at her, like a deer in headlights. She looked back at him and giggled. "Were you saying something? Haha, I think we need some coffee, we're both pretty tired apparently!" Hassan chuckled. Yeah, that's why he was quiet..sure.

The idea was pretty good though, and Hassan, a coffee connoisseur made a french press of double strength coffee, poured over ice. The two of them shared it on the couch as he asked her time at college, where they met during a class that he commuted to. She talked about dorm life, her floor, making friends, a bit of the social scene, and how she avoided partying to focus on her studies 'like a good girl' she said with a laugh. As she did so, pulled her legs up tightly to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them.

Hassan had been able to focus and remain cool until then. In the back of his mind he hid a secret from everyone, even the previous girls he had dated; he had an insatiable desire to tie women up. The way Kristy sat reminded him of a position he had seen a woman tied in, and now that was all his mind could focus on.

His thoughts were flooded with images of women wrapped in intricate, beautiful webs of rope, mummified in shiny tape, gagged with bright red ballgags or silk scarve. The Sounds of restraints creaking against pitiful struggles, the moans of frustration and ecstasy, and then finally... the thought of him, in his underwear, skillfully, thoroughly binding and gagging Kristy in hers...

"So how have your studies been going?" She asked curiously, looking at him with a genuine interest, and warm smile.

"Uh...I am gonna go check...the...food oughta be here." Hassan said awkwardly and hurried out of the apartment. She giggled, and called him a 'weirdo' affectionately as he left.

After about fifteen minutes of awkwardly waiting outside, Hassan was able to compose himself a bit, and suppress his dominant tendencies. Something he had done often. He felt a sharp twinge of guilt, and winced. His last girlfriend distanced herself from him after he brought up the idea of tying her. The girl before that complained when he was 'too rough' just for pinning her arms down once while making out. Maybe there just...wasn't a way for him to express that side of him. He sighed. All he wanted was a girl who wanted a bit of dominance. Maybe he was naive to think that he could be with a 'good girl' like Kristy at all, let alone tie her up. Finally the food arrived, and he brought it upstairs.

The meal was delicious, but eaten in relative silence. Kristy looked up at him frequently, with a warm, concerned smile, probably thinking he was embarrassed somehow by the question she asked earlier. Hassan mostly avoided eye contact, or even looking at her. It was a quiet night, but thankfully not too awkward. Perhaps because the two of them enjoyed reading, but Hassan it might have been just how warm Kristy was, Even in total silence, she could make you feel welcomed, wanted...confident.

A bit later, they said goodnight, Kristy going into the bedroom and shutting the door, and after that, Hassan stripping to his white Calvin Klein trunks, and trying to get comfy on the couch. He sighed, feeling defeated, and not sure why. His mind flooded again with images of bound and gagged women, looking up with pleading, or defiant eyes, but always, always seductive eyes... He subconsciously let his hand drift over to his crotch, and stroked it lightly. 'No! Not... while Kristy was here.' he thought to himself as he jerked his hand up to his chest. With another, frustrated sigh, he tried his best to go to sleep, his mind still a theater of bound, beautiful women.

His dreams came eventually, and were much kinder. In them he saw himself, still half naked, walking up to Kristy, glowing like she was from earlier. She turned to him and smiled. "It's ok." She said, handing him something. He felt unusually shaken; physically, not emotionally, as the object was placed in his hand. He looked down, and it was a roll of duct tape. "I trust you..." she said.

Suddenly, reality came into sharp focus, and he realized a few things. He was rock hard; a roll of tape had been pressed into his hand; a figure was standing above him. A big, male figure...

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Hope you enjoy the intro, folks. More to come soon.

You've been really prolific lately and I'm really digging the results.

I'm usually partial to M/F stories but this one is pretty unique from what I've seen. Both of the main characters are likable and got enough focus even with a single perspective. Hassan is the perfect combination of hidden desires and dorkiness and Kristy is a total sweetheart that I couldn't help but liking.

On top of that, your vivid descriptions really made the setting come to life. Taking your time introducing us to the story before "getting to the action" is laudable. The last scene was very powerful and left me wanting more.

I'm looking forward to seeing how this ends. Thanks a lot for sharing this with us.

The start sounds promising! Please share the next part!

Very nice writing! Can't wait for the next part!

"Shut up, and no one gets hurt kid!" The big figure spat. Hassan gasped as a cold thin point, almost certainly a knife, was pressed down to his throat. Apparently anticipating this reaction, the invader shoved a rubber ball into the terrified young man's wide open mouth. "Now tape it shut. Tight!" he said, roughly pulling his captive into a sitting position, and pointing the knife at his spine. Hassan grasped dutifully, and filled with adrenaline, swiftly wrapped it tightly around his mouth about five times, causing his cheeks to puff out over the top of it from the pressure. He didn't dare risk angering his captor with a half hearted attempt. Still in shock, and extremely groggy, it was all he could do to focus on being obedient, and not getting hurt.

Hassan was roughly forced to stand up, casting his blanket aside, and revealing his erect member, which he tried to hide in embarrassment, before putting his hand up submissively at the prodding of the knife tip his captor was wielding. Next, the captor quietly commanded "Take me to the other room." Oh no...

Hassan's heart sank. In his shock, and dead-tired stupor, he had forgotten that he wasn't alone. He couldn't let this man hurt Kristy! He shook his head vigorously, making useless muffled protests, and gesturing wildly with his hands to the coach, trying to convey somehow that he was alone, but sleeping on his coach. A swift headlock, and tickling of the bottom of his chin with a knife blade ended all sound and movement from the frightened young man. "Shut the fuck up, show me the other person here, and I won't hurt either of you, kid." He said with an unnerving, practiced coolness. Hassan merely grunted in the affirmative. He was filled with a new resolve; somehow, some way, while cooperating, he had to comfort and protect Kristy.

The man kept the knife where it was, breathing down Hassan's neck for a few moments. Perhaps it was some way of testing how fidgety his captive was, or an assertion of dominance. Either way, Hassan wasn't shaken, and stood perfectly still. Suddenly, he couldn't care less about the invader of the knife- as long as it was pointed at him, not Kristy. The captor let out a humorless laugh, letting go of his grip on the smaller half naked man, and roughly shoved him in the direction of the only room with a door.

Hassan was all pins and needles as he reached for the door knob, his stomach was churning, and tied up in knots. A flash of pride told him 'kick his ass!' but he suppressed it. He couldn't risk her coming to harm. He opened the door, and walked over to his guest, sleeping peacefully, duct tape still in hand. "Here, wake her up, and shove this in her mouth. And keep. Her. Quiet! Kid." The captor warned, handing another rubber ball to Hassan, who shook his hand in disgust, but crept closer to the girl of his dreams.

Hassan gently, slowly straddled on top of her, as she was lying face up, pinning her arms to her sides. She shifted and stirred under his weight, grimacing. Hanging his head in shame, he gently as possible pried her mouth open, shoving the ball in just as her eyes snapped open. He quickly handgagged her, and put a hand to his lips, uselessly trying to shush her through his gag. Kristy let out a shrill, muffled shriek as she began thrashing underneath him, hopelessly pinned by Hassan's much larger body. The young man's heart sank as Kristy, muffled as she was, cried out his name for help.

"Mm mm, mm mm!" Hassan frantically tried to inform her of something, anything through his gag, but she was too shocked and scared, not even noticing the man behind Hassan. Hassan looked back at the invader frightened, sure that the man would be getting angry at the noise, and might take drastic measures. Desperate, Hassan leaned into Kristy's face, rubbing the tape gag against her cheek, which surprised her. In that moment, he took the opportunity to whisper her name as best he could. There was a silence.

Kristy gave one last jerk, piecing together that Hassan was pinning and gagging her, but himself was somehow silenced. She recognized the tone and pitch of his warm voice...he sounded so concerned. Despite her fear, she decided to stay still, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. He leaned back a bit, looking in her big green eyes with his wide dark brown ones, pleading wordlessly. "Come on, get her gagged kid, I don't have all night." the cruel voice of the captor, oddly enough, brought some clarity to the situation, and Kristy suddenly understood what was going on. She gave a few abrupt, fearful nods to Hassan. 'I trust you' Hassan remembered from his dream.

His eyes narrowed in resolve, as he silently shook his head. His body language shifted; he had to be strong and brave, for her. He let her sit up, and brushed her hair back, tilting her head back as he gagged her tightly. He winced more than she did at the strict gag, but once again, he would not risk angering their captor. Lifting one now free hand, Kristy touched Hassan on the arm supportively. The sensation was like electricity flowing through the young man's body.

"Alright loverboy, since you're so good with that tape, YOU tie her up. TIGHT. I'm watchin." Their captor sneered. Once again Kristy gave a short nod, despite the light sob she let out. Hassan got up, and helped her out of bed, placing a consoling arm on her shoulder.

She stood up, trying to cover her body as much as she could, due to wearing only a bra and tight, revealing panties. Hassan looked away, and used his own body to do his best to cover her from the invader’s gaze. “Come on, we ain’t got time for modesty. Get her taped up.” He ordered. Hassan glared, but Kristy obediently dropped her arms down. He looked at her; he would have to while tying her. Even now, she was beautiful.

Hassan turned her around, and brought her forearms parallel together, forming a box with her arms. He swiftly and efficiently taped her arms togethers, then near her elbows, taped from her forearms up past her shoulders and collarbone, forming a sort of support that prevented her from lowering her arms. He then wrapped a band of tape around her chest, above her breasts, sealing the ‘support’ band down, and then another band under her breasts, totally imprisoning her torso.

He gently sat her back down on the bed, sealing her legs with bands of tape around her upper thighs, above and below the knees, and ankles. Each wrap of tape was tight, and smoothed to near perfection. Kristy gave an involuntary wiggle, showing that her mobility was drastically limited, and she was not escaping any time soon. Hassan, wanting to be compliant, handed the duct tape to their captor, while holding his other hand open to his side, non-threatiningly.
The invader had stared slack-jawed at Hassan’s work, as he had completely and thoroughly restrained the beautiful young woman. He shook himself out of it and grabbed the tape. “Damn kid. You had practice? Heh.” he joked, as he roughly turned his captive around.

Hassan’s taping was much messier, more painful, but just as tight and restrictive. His hands were taped together, then to his waist, then his ankles and knees taped, and practically the rest of the roll was used to encase his torso in a tight messy silver cylinder. Hassan was then unceremoniously shoved to the ground, and Kristy slinked off the bed to meet him down there.

The two lay next to each other panting and grunting, their bonds like silver striped cocoons, which they writhed inside of, trying pitifully to break free from. Hassan, with great effort, sat up slightly, positioning himself above Kristy, and between her and their assailant. His face was serious and stern. The attacker merely looked down at the two and chuckled, ominously rubbing his thigh near his crotch. Hassan fumed, and growled at him; he knew he couldn’t defend himself, but if anything could keep this creep away from Kristy…

Thankfully, the attacker backed away, ransacking the apartment and leaving with the message “Have fun kids.” Hassan fumed again, his veins bulging as blood and adrenaline pumped through him. His attention was sharply shifted back to his side as he heard a whimper, and felt movement towards him.

Like a switch had been flipped, he lay flat, and made himself as small and inviting as possible as Kristy struggled up to him, then lay her head on his chest, sobbing lightly. He moaned into his gag in soft, comforting tones, propping himself up with his fingers and shifting towards her in the closest approximation to a hug he could manage. He awkwardly strained his neck so he could cradle her head with his, rocking it back and forth to stroke her hair. He could care less about the aches in his muscles; she was the priority.

She breathed heavily, her warm breath and the beginnings of tears in her eyes falling on his muscular chest. She nuzzled up to him, trying to make herself small, and hide in him, as he expanded himself to try and cover her. Little by little, as if to the warm rhythm of his heartbeat, she calmed down, listening to his muffled moans of comfort. Somehow, in all of this, she felt safe.

As she opened her eyes, they drifted a bit, and for the first time that night, she really looked at the body of her protector. She saw his slightly hairy chest and torso, lean muscles clearly defined even under the mess of tape that pinned them, his big arms beside it. She saw his lean, hairy legs, tensed as he held himself at an angle with his toes, so he could shield more of her body with his own. She gasped slightly as she saw his member, fully at attention, and pulling against the crisp white of his trunks. All that excitement...for her.

Interrupting her thoughts, the intruder returned. “Alright lovebirds, thanks for wastin my fuckin time. Shoulda know this neighborhood was a bust…” he said, carrying a small backpack half filled with goods worth taking. “Might as well have some fun…” and with that, Hassan flipped again. He roared, pivoting to face his captor, and bringing his legs up to lash out, still shielding Kristy behind him. “Relaaax...you’ll like what I have in mind…”

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The captor had left. The apartment was still, and quiet. Hassan tried to keep his eyes away, his face red with embarrassment. He and Kristy had been taped together, facing each other, with her face in his chest, both their groins perfectly aligned. He grunted uncomfortably, wishing he could will his erection away, but the weight and feel of Kristy on top of him did its magic. He was guilty to admit that her being tied made the situation even more arousing.

Kristy remained still and quiet, likely trying to compose herself. Seeing this, Hassan did his best to stay still, and quiet, knowing movement of any kind would simply stimulate him further. He closed his eyes, and tried to focus....tried to suppress, as he had so many times before. How could he make this more awkward for the innocent girl he was tied to?

He fumed, wishing that somehow he could have protected her, but stayed still. He wanted to cry, and thrash, in frustration and embarrassment at his bonds...but he stayed still. He wanted so desperately to talk to her, to comfort her, to tell her it was going to be ok. But he knew that looking at her, moaning towards her, THINKING of her would keep him stimulated. So he stayed still.

After a moment of this, Kristy looked awkwardly up at her fellow captive, grimacing in focus, and sealing his eyes shut, not wanting to look at her. She wished she could make him feel better. He had made her feel so safe, and even now, he was trying to protect her from himself. But she didn’t want that protection...feigning struggle, she began moaning, and writhing, and grinding into his crotch...

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Hassan sat in his apartment, shirtless, and sweating from the lack of ac, and his workout. He had been exercising even more in the weeks following his captivity, and had just begun feeling confident in himself, and his apartment again. He couldn’t lose control again...not of himself, not of his apartment...not after what happened after the invader left. He winced, yelling at himself for that 'mess' while Kristy was just trying to escape.

They had been talking though. Bonding as he talked her through the process of recovery. She went to therapy, partially at his insistence, and was really encouraging to him as well, and assured her that she had recovered. She also thanked him for being so brave, and strong. He didn’t feel that way. Still...he knew she meant it.

Just then he received a text notification from her. He smiled, thinking it was just another update on life, and how therapy was going. He had asked her to continue it, even after she said she felt much safer. He looked at the phone, and sure enough, it was her discussing some techniques her therapist mentioned apparently.
“Ya know, therapists often recommend facing difficult or fearful situations.” He nodded his head. That sounded reasonable. Hopefully it wasn’t too stressful for…

Then came the picture of duct tape. His eyes widened.
“Wanna help me face my fears ”

I enjoyed this story very much.

What an amazing conclusion. This chapter had quite a lot more stuff going on but it wasn't less full of great characterization.

In terms of bondage scenes, I loved how you stuck to (pun intended) duct tape and still made the bondage creative. The part where Hassan had to gag himself a good while before he also got tied was really hot. It's impressive how you conveyed his nonverbal communication with Kristy and him tying her up as gently as he could be particularly touching, so was how they tried to help each other while taped together.

The final was refreshingly realistic where Kristy needed professional support and Hassan tried to be stronger. And the last sentence is pure genius due to how it was set up. I hope those two would be happy together. This story deserve all the praise it gets, man. Terrific job!

Side note: Hassan is ideal boyfriend material. A muscular, hairy guy who also is super thoughtful and caring? A shame he's taken, haha.

Oh wow what an amazing ending! A great job in writing this!

Love couples tied and gagged scenarios.