Ahh, the innocence of youth. Played many games that involved getting tied up when I was a boy. Didn't like it a whole lot, but I loved tying up my friends, so I tolerated getting tied, and never complained. In fact, just about all of us felt the same way, except for this one tall, skinny kid, who could slide his tied hands under his butt. He liked getting tied up so he could show off how well he could escape.
If I was going to get tied, I liked it better if I was tied with a friend. The theory was, that danger and adventure, whether real or imagined, are always more fun when shared with a friend. And we all had wild and vivid imaginations.