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Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - 28

 

 

Dylan in Charge

Part 1

It was the middle of May, just two weeks to go in my junior year of high school. I was several days into my second term of slavery to my best friend Logan and his younger brother Dylan. I had promised to serve them until midnight New Year’s Eve, which seemed an eternity away. The second weekend of my term was rapidly approaching, and I dreaded every passing minute. I prayed the weekend would never arrive, for two reasons.

 

First, Logan was out of town on a trip with his private school. He left Wednesday night and would not return until late Sunday afternoon, and during all that time Dylan would have sole custody of me. Dylan could be cruel when he wanted, and the thought of his being in charge scared me to death.

Sean Kennedy Spreadeagled

A reader writes: "Count me in among fans of Sean Kennedy. I've been jacking off for nearly 14 years to a set of photos of him nude, spreadeagled, teased, and milked. Any chance you could run that series again? I'd love to see a higher res & color version of that session."

 

Always happy to oblige, especially when I have what's wanted right in front of me. Here's Sean spreadeagled in color. Unfortunately, the session with Sean occurred before the days of high res cameras.

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - 27

Chapter 27

Enslaved Again: The First Days

 

 My first day back in the throes of slavery had been grueling. It was the second Friday of May in my junior year of high school, and the day started when I picked up my best friend Logan and his younger brother Dylan for school. Instead, I soon found myself roughed up and handcuffed in the backseat of my own car, headed for their uncle’s lake house.

Sean Kennedy Caged

From your comments and emails, you seem to like Sean Kennedy as much as Lew and I did. Here are some more pics of him from that day. That's Lew, behind him, making sure the ball gag's secure. 

 

 

Sock Gagged and Chair Tied

What makes an appealing bondage model? I honestly don't know. When I look at the hundreds of guys who came to be tied up over the years (560+ at last count) I find that some of the ones I had most fun with were far from classically handsome. Obviously, classically handsome never hurts, and great bodies always help. But some guys are simply nice looking, with nice bodies, and an eagerness and a wistful charm that just makes you want to manhandle them. So it was for my buddy Lew and me, at any rate, with Sean Kennedy, a real sweet guy who came to New York for a short holiday. Sean had written me—over and over—for months beforehand, announcing his forthcoming arrival. The three of us had a wonderful afternoon together, tying Sean up in different ways. To warm things up, we started with a simple chair tie and told him to get himself loose. He didn't.