Any of my old stories

[Tiedinjordans]

Here’s hoping that someone saved my stories from the old site. If you did, I’d really appreciate you posting them or sending them to me.
The one I was working on finishing was Lucky Smoke Break.

Thanks!

[freyjaceleste862]

Here’s hoping that someone saved my stories from the old site. If you did, I’d really appreciate you posting them or sending them to me.
The one I was working on finishing was Lucky Smoke Break.

Thanks!

Again should be posted in 'suggestions' or another section, not 'story requests'.

[Xtc]

I think I'll go with leaving this post where it is. After all, it is a request for stories.
I wish the author (and, hopefully, any future readers) success with ihs search.

[Jason Toddman]

I think I have found a way to access not only your old stories but many others from the site. Still testing the idea now but at theleast I can now access parts of the old site with this link:
http://tieupgames.net:80/viewforum.php?f=85

[Jason Toddman]

Here’s hoping that someone saved my stories from the old site. If you did, I’d really appreciate you posting them or sending them to me.
The one I was working on finishing was Lucky Smoke Break.

Thanks!

I cannot locate old material in the old site just by author name or story title unfortunately (Wayback machine doesn't work that way it seems), but if you can specify in what forum it was posted in (True Tugs m/m) for example, I can search for old stories that way. Otherwise if ui run into any of your old stories as i randomly look over old forums i'll let you know.

[Soraka]

Lucky Smoke Break (M/M/M)

Post by TiedInJordans » Tue May 30, 2017 12:37 pm

Stan looked pretty frustrated that he hadn't gotten close to the knot on the pole in front of him. The rope tied to the pole went around a ceiling beam and then around his chest and elbows, holding his arms pinned behind him and keeping him on his tip toes. His wrists were still cuffed in front of him through his hoodie pocket. They were pulled tight and into his stomach when he tried to reach the pole, and even tighter when he tipped backwards and lost his balance.

Now he stood back up and turned to the door when he heard Grant's gagged laughter.

"Real funny, huh?" Stan snapped. "At least I didn't get beat like a little bitch like you."

Grant tried to mumble something, so I took his gag out to let him speak. The big green ball was dripping with drool.

"Oh yeah? Then how did you get in your position, Stan?" Grant asked.

Stan didn't answer, cursing himself for not seeing that coming. He looked at me, but I just raised my eyebrows.

"I found some handcuffs in Jordan's glovebox when he was in the store yesterday at work." Stan started with a sigh. "I was kinda impressed, I guess, with how real they were. I put them on without thinking it through, without a key, cuz I thought it would be funny when Jordan found me. And it was actually, you're face was great when you tried to pass me that bowl, Jordan."

I chuckled and began some ropework while Stan continued his story.

"But I should have noticed the gleam in Jordan's eyes when his shock wore off." Stan told Grant. "He lied to me and told me he left the key at home."

Grant laughed and looked at me, as I finished pinning his left wrist to his midriff with a web of rope around his waist and through his crotch.

"So I was stuck in his damn truck his whole shift," Stan said irritability.

"Well, you could left, right?" Grant asked. "You just would have risked being seen walking around in cuffs, but that wouldn't be a big deal."

"I ran the cuffs around a steel pole." Stan muttered.

Grant bust out laughing. "Then it is all your fault." He said. "You literally asked for it!"

Stan got embarrassed and shot back, "I didn't ask for this," shaking the handcuffs as best he could. "Ask Jordan! He's had to force me into each new position!"

"Hey," I defended myself, "you agreed to certain terms eventually. And you could have gotten away from me plenty of times at the mall."

Stan fell silent at that and I finished roping Grant's right wrist to a strong eyehole bolt in the ceiling. I made sure his hands were very secure, with good circulation and knots well out of reach. I could tell that Grant was biding his time and waiting for an opportunity to get the upper hand and get these ropes on me. But I wasn't going to give up this rush of control easily and covered his knots with duct tape.

With Grant stuck where he was, I returned to Stan. As I untied the knot around the pole, the rope was pulled out of my hands. Stan had only gotten a few feet before I grabbed the rope and pulled him back.

"What, you wanna go back to the hard way of doing this because Grant is here?" I taunted. "Fine, you might end up regretting it, but Grant will probably enjoy the show."

I knew how to deal with Stan, but I would need something from upstairs. I resecured the rope that went over the beam to his chest harness, but this time to his ankle. I left him very little slack, so his foot was forced up in front of him almost to his chest, and he was left balancing on his left foot. Seeing him like that, with his Air Jordan stuck out in front of me, gave me an idea for a new position to tie my friends in, and I hurried upstairs for the chains.

It was easy to keep control of Stan and get him into position using the chains. He struggled the best he could, but I easily secured one of the chains around his neck with a combination padlock, and ran the other end of the chain through an eyebolt near Grant. When I pulled all the slack from the chain, it forced Stan to hop towards Grant to avoid choking. But the rope that went from his ankle, over the ceiling beam, and to his chest harness was already tight, so moving his body forward moved his foot up by the same distance. Stan let out a yelp as his leg was stretched further than it was used to, his new Jordan sticking in the air almost level with his face.

"Well, you wanted to make a scene," I said as Stan glared at me. "I told you that you might regret it."

I untied Stan's chest harness and quickly grabbed the rope that ran to his ankle. With the rope in one hand and chain in the other, I started to slowly give his ankle a little slack, while pulling on the chain. Stan muttered some curses as he was forced to hop towards Grant. I dropped the rope when Stan was next to Grant and then padlocked the chain to the eyebolt.

Grant watched as I locked another chain around Stan's right wrist and ran that through the eyebolt. Stan was still struggling, but when I uncuffed him, it was easy to pull on the chain and get his right wrist locked to the eyebolt, high above his head. Stan grabbed at me with his left hand, and almost got me before I ducked out of reach. I grabbed the handcuff dangling from his wrist and ratcheted it through his belt loop to get him secured.

I stood back, panting, and grabbed another chain. I locked it onto Stan's left wrist then took the cuffs off. I only had to apply a little pressure in the right place, and Stan's arm went where I wanted. I chained it behind him by going around his waist and crotch. Now that he was where I wanted him, I unlocked the chain around his neck and tossed it aside.

With both boys unable to go anywhere, Stan stuck right behind Grant, I moved on to their legs. I secured a rope to Grant's right ankle above his green Adidas and pulled it up towards the ceiling beam and secured it at his chest level.

Stan tried to keep his foot away from me when I went for it with the other chain, but a little tickle in his belly button, and that was all she wrote. I forced his right foot up behind him and chained it to the same leg. This kept his knee bent and his black and white Jordan touching his ass.

"You guys ready to get a lot closer?" I asked them.

They didn't answer and I grabbed more rope. I wrapped it around both their waists and left thighs, up near their crotches. Stan grunted and Grant chuckled as I tightened the rope and drew them closer together. Stan started breathing pretty heavily as I cinched the knot, his dick rubbing right against Grant's crack.

A few more ropes secured their right wrists to each other, their chests together and their left ankles side by side.

I watched them both for a while, extremely satisfied. The rope and chain work was very captivating, and they were putting on a really good show. Stan was still struggling, even though it was obviously a lost cause. But Grant was just trying to keep his balance, a difficult task while Stan was bucking like a horse.

"Jesus Christ, will you get rid of the rope around our waists Jordan?" Grant asked. "I mean come on Stan, can't you control that shit? Your dick is trying to bust out of your jeans."

"Dude, seriously, that is not my fault." Stan said. "Jordan hasn't let me cum since he brought me here yesterday but he keeps getting me close. It's torture."

I chuckled and turned the lights off on my way upstairs. I was confident they would be stuck there while I slept.

"Looks like he doesn't plan on letting you cum tonight either," Grant taunted.

Stan could not stand it. He couldn't help trying to make something work, but he was stuck too close to Grant. All Stan managed to do was thrust against Grant enough to get himself a little harder. His dick was so close to Grant's ass, but trapped by his jeans and unable to get any relief.

Now Grant was getting turned on now himself. He hated being tied up, so no one had managed to keep him in ropes before. He had only been tied up once, part of a bet back when he played baseball in high school, and he had escaped in less than a minute. He also turned the tables on the kid he lost the bet to. Grant had him tied up in no time, his cleats almost touching his butt in a tight hogtie. That had made for a very fun day.

But now, Grant was actually trapped. He had tried all his tricks to escape, but Jordan was very good at this. With no knots even remotely in reach, and no slack to manipulate, he thought he might actually be at Jordan's mercy. And that's not mentioning Stan, who was still trying to hump his way to relief, making it very hard to keep balance. Stan's dick was starting to tease him, too, each thrust distracting him from his escape attempt.

The most frustrating thing for Grant was his hand placement, however. Stan's struggles started to get Grant a little aroused. His left hand was tied right at his crotch, securely, and he couldn't move his wrist at all. He was left with the ability to squeeze his hardening cock, but not to free it from his pants or give it any room. This was a first for Grant. He had never been denied an orgasm, always able to deal with an erection one way or another. Now he was starting to get very hard as he realized he couldn't cum either, stuck in the same boat as Stan. As his cock strained against his jeans, he couldn't help but squeeze it. He moaned and started to get lost in the lust that had taken control of Stan. But he snapped out of it.

"Stop," he demanded of Stan. Stan stopped his thrusting, instantly obeying the authority in Grant's voice. He rested his chin on Grant's shoulder as he regained his composure and caught his breath.

"Sorry," Stan muttered. His face was burning with shame, but he couldn't do anything about his dick still throbbing almost up Grant's crack.

"No, you're fine." Grant's tone had softened. "But you were getting me pretty worked up, and we're gonna have a long night already. We shouldn't be torturing ourselves on top of it."

Stan didn't say anything, still embarrassed by his lack of control. But at least Grant was cool about it. Stan's cock finally starting to settle down. After he calmed down, it didn't take long for him to start falling asleep. He had had a long, taxing day. And he had slept poorly the night before, tied standing up then, too.

Grant soon felt Stan snoring, his head still resting on Grant's shoulder. Grant was jealous, anticipating a very long night with little to no sleep. He was not comfortable in these ropes. His earlier arousal at being trapped completely gone now, he tried again to get out. He ended up frustrated and tried to simply break free. Stan mumbled something as Grant struggled but didn't wake up. Grant stopped and prepared for a long night as Stan started getting a boner.

"Just great." Grant muttered as Stan stared to move his hips in his sleep.

[Soraka]

Stuck

by TiedInJordans » Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:22 am
I was bored out of my mind the other day, and figured I'd do a little self-bondage. I grabbed a long piece of blue rope and my cuffs and threw on some sweats and a hoodie. I also put on my KD 7's. I turned on Netflix and got in bed.

The tie-up was pretty simple. I crossed my ankles and wrapped the rope around them a couple times vertically and horizontally then cinched it off. Then I laid the cuffs along the rope and wrapped my ankles a bunch of times and cinched it off underneath again. Now the cuffs' chain was tied to my ankles.

I ratcheted the cuffs on my wrists and used the key to double lock them, so they couldn't tighten. I had to maneuver my wrists and ankles to place the key on the shelf on my headboard.

I tested the bondage and it was definitely effective. The knots were far out of reach and there was no slack for the handcuffs with the chains tied down. Once I was satisfied that I needed the key to get out, I relaxed and watched some T.V.

I would be happy to be tied up all the time, but only if I actually can't escape. I got bored pretty fast, knowing I could get out whenever I wanted. So I reached for the key, but it slipped out of my fingers. I watched it fall into the crack between my mattress and the headboard. I was instantly exhilarated and aroused but also panicked.

There was no way I was getting that key. It's hard enough to fit my arm in that crack when it isn't cuffed to my ankles. I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself. I was still getting harder but couldn't reach anything or even rub against anything.

I had my phone in my pocket, but obviously, I didn't want to call anyone for help. I struggled for a few minutes but got nowhere. Even if I risked rolling off the bed, my door was closed and there was no chance in Hell of me reaching the knob.

I was already getting red in the face, imagining the humiliation of being found like this. But I resigned myself to it and wiggled until my phone dropped out of my pocket.

I sent a text to my friend, Adam, asking him to come over and give me a hand with something. He at least knows that I like bondage, but I wasn't looking forward to the ridicule I knew would be coming.

When the phone buzzed with Adam's response, I realized how lucky I was that I kept my phone in my pocket. I live alone and far away from neighbors. I don't know how long it would have taken me to get out on my own.

Adam's reply said he was at work already but he could stop by on his way home. He asked what I needed help with, but I just evaded the question and asked him to let me know when he was close by. He said he would and I thanked him.

I checked the time on my phone and figured it would be at least eight hours until Adam would get here. I thrashed violently at the thought, but after a minute I was just out of breath. My fingers clutched my blue KD's as I grew hard again. The predicament of possibly being found was beginning to turn me on.

I watched some Netflix, trying to find a comfortable position. I was able to get on my side without putting stress on my legs.

Eventually, I dozed off and when I woke up Netflix had timed out, asking if I was still watching. The remote was on the other side of the room, so I was stuck with nothing to watch. All I could hear was faint traffic from the highway.

My arms were getting sore so I sat up, with a lot of effort. Checking my phone told me I had actually slept for a while; Adam would be there in a few hours. I was tempted to play games to pass the time, but I knew better than to drain my battery incase Adam didn't show up.

So I sat there bored for a long time. Then I laid there bored for a long time. Then I tried to grind into the bed or something, but I couldn't achieve any friction. I ended up hot and sticky with the sweats and hoodie on. I gave up on getting out at some point. All my struggles hadn't even lossened anything.

I got a text from Adam saying he was a few minutes away. I was relieved to hear that and told him to come on in when he got here, I was in the bedroom. I had reconciled the fact that Adam was going to be finding me like that and was getting hard again at the thought. By the time I heard his key in my front door, I was at full mast again. At least in my position it wasn't sticking out and noticeable.

"Come in." I said when Adam knocked on my bedroom door. I watched the knob turn and saw Adam poke his head in the room. When the shock faded, he started cracking up. The look on my face told him I had put myself in the awkward position.

"Have you been stuck like that all day?" He asked when his laughter subsided. I nodded and shimmied closer, putting my feet in the air toward him. He moved in and grabbed a knot, pulling on the rope to flip me into my knees. I thought he was going to untie it, but he just looked closely at the knot and chuckled. He put his Timberland on my side, leaving a drywall dust print on my hoodie as he pushed me onto my side.

"Hey!" I said as I craned my neck trying to watch when I heard his work boots heading toward the door. "Untie me!"

"Why should I?" He laughed as he left the room. I didn't know what to say. I listened as he pissed in my bathroom. But after the toilet flushed, he walked past my room. When I heard the front door, I had to remind myself that Adam wouldn't leave me here. As I listened to him close his car door, I looked around for my phone. It wasn't anywhere on the bed; Adam had taken it.

As soon as Adam opened the front door, I started yelling for him to get me the Hell out of this. But when he came back in my room, I saw he was recording me on his phone. I shut up and stared daggers at him. He cracked up again and started taunting me.

"What happened here?" He said. "How did this happen Jordan?"

I tried to ignore the question, but Adam persisted. He started tickling my armpit, asking again.

"I did it to myself!" I yelled, red in the face. Adam broke down laughing.

"Well what to do?" Adam was really laying it on thick. He set his phone down with the camera pointed at me and tickled me for a minute. He asked where the key was and in between tickles I told him. When he stopped and grabbed the key, I started bargaining with him. When that didn't work, I threatened him that I would get revenge for this. He just laughed, unfazed.

He grabbed his phone and put it away, then looked at me. I thought I would finally be freed, but he just smirked and walked back out of the room.

I heard him in the kitchen, opening the fridge and then using the water. He came back in with a drink and sat down on my couch. He turned on my PlayStation and started playing Call of Duty.

"What the f***!!" I shouted. I started thrashing wildly, trying to prove a point I guess. Adam just ignored me. He played my game and smoked out of my stash for at least an hour before his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered it. "Good, we're almost done... He just needed help with his brake line... No he said he's going to be tied up with the car tonight, but he'll come to the next one... Okay see you soon." Adam chuckled as he hung up.

"Well I would love to stick around," Adam said, "but I already made plans with Donny."

"Good," I said, "get me out of this shit already!"

But Adam walked by me and put my phone up high and on the other side of the room. I didn't know what he was doing when he headed back to the kitchen, but I heard the fridge again and his boots heading right back.

He was holding a large bowl when he returned. When he placed the bowl on my bed, I saw it was full of ice. But not ice cubes, he had filled the bowl with ice water then put it in the freezer. I looked at the bottom of the bowl with dread, and sure enough, saw the key at the bottom.

I instantly started pleading. I told him I couldn't stay like that any longer. I told him that I would do anything. I told him he was being a shitty friend.

"Whoa there." He stopped me. "First of all, I didn't tie you up like that. Second, I need to make sure you don't look for that revenge you were talking about tonight. And besides Jordan, you should be enjoying this, the way you're always talking about it."

I couldn't argue him on any of that. So I just glared as he made sure the bowl was stable. He laughed and waved on his way out. I couldn't believe him as I sat there listening to him pull away.

As the ice started melting, I tried to remain still. But the water started spilling. I laid there, now getting wet, planning my revenge. I know Adam well, like the fact that he can't hold his liquor. Lots of information could come in handy.

Eventually, I carefully knocked over the bowl. It was the only way I could think of reaching the key without dunking my KD's in the water. The key was in the last piece of ice, which I palmed to melt it faster.

Finally, I managed to carefully put the key in a hole and unlock my right hand. I didn't even free anything else before I made myself climax. It didn't take long, and then I finished getting out.

I checked my phone, and there was a text from Adam, sent just a few minutes prior. "You're probably out by now." It said. "Just remember that you did that to yourself before you get into trouble with thoughts of revenge."

But it was too late for that, Adam will pay for the "help" he gave me.

[Tiedinjordans]

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