[I love the happy, lusty quality of this piece. It originally appeared in Issue 24 (September/October 1991) under the title, "Desert Stormers Go on Bondage Rampage after Disneyworld." —BW]
GEORGIA. You know those commercials in which they interview a star athlete after winning some sports event? It applies to my best bondage buddy and I. “Hey, Rory and Judson, you just returned from Operation Desert Storm. What are you B/D dudes doing next?” And our answer, “We’re going to Disneyworld!” Sounds stupid, but we started talking about it in Saudi and we couldn’t get the idea out of our minds, especially since they were letting Desert Storm grunts and reservists like us in for free. It was a good excuse to get out of town and be alone, if you follow me. So we loaded the car and headed south.
We found a cheap motel near Kissimmee, or at least it was cheap for that part of the country. Disneyworld was great, but what was really great were all the hot looking guys in shorts and sandals strolling around the park and the lakes. 98% of them were probably part of Bible-thumping breeder couples, but Judson and I got so hot cruising them that our bondage games that night were wild. We both like to switch top/bottom roles, and we wrestle to see who gets to be on top. I jumped on Judson as soon as we got back to our motel room. He didn’t even have time to take his shoes off. I ground my hips into the black shorts that covered his butt, and reached around for the duffle in which we’d packed some brand new rope, leather, plug gags, tape, etc. The sparkling white rope made an excellent contrast with Judson’s deep tan when I got his wrists tied behind his back. I took off his shoes and tickled his feet until he got really hard and begged me to stop, then I tickled him some more. I tied up Judson’s feet, and gagged him using a balled up handkerchief and a big piece of athletic tape. I pulled up his shirt to play with his chest a little, and I pulled down his shorts and played with his cock a lot, enjoying his pitiful struggles until I gave in, slapped on a rubber and threw a fuck into him. Just one. For the rest of the night I just wanted to get off watching Judson, and I know how much he likes the feeling of being in bondage, too.
The second night was the killer. After our second day at D-world, we returned to the motel early to escape the Memorial Day mobs. Judson and I went for a swim in the motel pool, and met them. Three guys on vacation from Japan, early thirties yuppie types, hanging out by the water in skimpy thong briefs. And they really had the bodies to match the suits, and let’s face it, they were just too damn cute to ignore. We cruised them, they cruised us, and we finally got into a conversation. Their English was as good as ours, and they were real nice guys. They were there to see Disneyworld, too, but they were also looking for some after hours fun. We invited them to our room, excited at the prospect of some international meat on our bondage table. But it didn’t happen that way. We were all drinking beers and getting naked, feeling up each others bodies and stroking cocks before the big event. Kazuhiru, one of the Japanese dudes, tripped over the duffle containing our ropes and toys. For some reason, maybe because he was drunk, Kaz opened the bag and turned it upside down. All our shit, the ropes and gags and everything else, spilled out on the floor. Kaz picked up a black leather gag and asked, “You know how to use this?” We smiled and hoped he’d accommodate by sticking it in his mouth. Instead, Judson and I were quick stripped butt naked by the three of them! They tied our hands fast, and plugged Judson’s mouth with the leather gag. These guys knew what they were doing, and I was gagged with tape after I let fly with a string of cussing. Kaz and Tommy took control now, while the third guy, I don’t recall his name, hung back and played with himself while he looked on. He also picked up our sweaty underwear and rubbed them on his chest and crotch, and he was really turning on to it.
Kaz and Tommy pulled us on the bed, and tied our thighs and ankles together. It hurt, but it hurt good. They sat us on our knees and Tommy and the other one bent our heads down and held our faces squished into the bedding. This folded us into a tight package, knees bent under our chests and butts sticking in the air. Kaz stuck a finger up my asshole, and then he took his heavy leather belt and gave us the mother of all whippings. The beating was fucking fierce, but almost graceful the way Kaz caressed our asses between strokes. Tommy and the other guy held us and rubbed their cocks into our hair as we groaned in pain. That turned me on, and so did the sight of Judson getting belted and felt up.
Afterwards, they just stood around and watched Judson and me, slapping our rose colored butts and congratulating themselves in Japanese. They took off the gags and stuck their cocks in our mouths for us to suck. When their joints were hard and slick, they pulled them out and came on our faces. Much to our dismay, we were gagged again while Kaz dressed and went to get some more liquor. Tommy and the other guy stretched out on the floor and kissed each other. They looked at us and said something to each other, and whatever it was got Tommy so mad he took some rope and tied up the other guy’s hands and feet and stuck the underwear down the guy’s throat. He didn’t exactly fight it, and I think he could’ve spit the underwear out but chose to suck on it instead.
Kaz returned and the drinking continued. They untied our legs and laid us across the bed on our hard cocks. I think they wanted to spreadeagle us on the bed, but the was no bed frame to speak of. So they didn’t bother to tie our feet, they just smacked our legs apart. Kaz brought a box of rubbers along with the booze. Kaz and Tommy slapped on condoms and gave us the mother of all bondage fuckings. Tommy plowed me, Kaz screwed Judson, talking dirty and tugging and biting our hair and shoulders. I swear I thought Tommy would draw blood. They switched, and Kaz fucked me. The other guy was still tied up in the corner, chewing and drooling on our underwear like he didn’t have a care in the world. They fucked us all night, taking a break to make love to each other every now and then. Tommy double-locked the door and put out the do not disturb sign, and they they fucked us again after a couple of hours sleep.
After the morning fuck, they took us by our cocks and dragged us into the bathtub, where we were nearly drowned when Kaz turned on the shower. They jammed the other guy into the crowded tub. The other guy was finally coming out of whatever stupor he’d been living in, and he was struggling rather pointlessly for release. Kaz and Tommy untied the other guy after he was good and drenched. Very politely, they thanked us, and left us tied up in that bathtub! It took us quite a while to get free, and when we finally emerged from the room, dressed but soggy, we didn’t see the three of them again, even though we called their room and camped outside their door until people got suspicious. Pretty weird, but I’d rather have the memory of that motel room as a souvenir than just a pair of mouse ears!
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