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Interview with Eric Tide - Part 2

“One thing that jumped out at me after seeing Part 1 online,” Eric wrote me Monday night, “is my comment about how I could clear a high jump bar from a standstill. I figured someone might comment on that because it sounds incredible, but I hope they don’t think I meant I had a five foot vertical leap. If I did, I would have had an NBA career. As long as I could jump high enough for my navel to reach the height of the bar, I was acrobatic enough to kick my legs up over my head and flip over the bar. Others had to get a running start, leap in the air with their bodies horizontal and hope their backs cleared the bar. I just wanted to clarify. The big point is that I was pretty small, acrobatic and flexible at that age, all of which helped me endure abnormal abuse, I think.”

 

Having made that correction, let’s continue where we left off.

 

BW. Readers have repeatedly expressed amazement that you didn’t end up in the ER or dead, both from the physical tortures that were done to you, and because of your disregard of personal hygiene (that shitty toothbrush again).

 

ET. They’re absolutely right, and we’ve said this before. Many of our activities were crazy, stupid, dumb, ignorant. But try to remember that we were adolescent boys who still lacked reasoning skills and thought ourselves indestructible. Look around you. It’s still happening every day. Haven’t you seen all the “jackass” videos and other dangerous stunts on YouTube? Do you think a 16-year-old boy leaping off the roof of a two story building holding a bed sheet as a parachute has good reasoning skills? Or that a kid riding his bicycle off the roof of his house into a swimming pool has thought out the consequences of failure? Well, we didn’t do those same stunts. Instead of riding my bicycle into the swimming pool, I let myself be tied down and tortured senseless plenty of times.

After the Storm

Thanks for all the good wishes. The worst part of Hurricane Sandy seems to have blown over New York, leaving lower parts flooded and without electricity, and the whole city without public transportation. Lee and Lola and I, who spent almost all of yesterday in bed, survived the storm without too many inconveniences in our Upper West Side apartment. The scariest time for me was in mid afternoon when I walked Lola, who will only use the dog run in the park of the Museum of Natural History nearby as her toilet. I didn't want to take her to the park, with the danger of large tree limbs falling, so walked her for over half an hour down rainy, windy side streets, with her jumping at every gust of wind, every garbage can lid that scraped the sidewalks, every crack of a tree branch, me going "pee pee pee" to her like an idiot, as if that had ever done any good. Finally, with the wind getting worse, I said to hell with it and let her drag me into the park, which didn't look too bad at that time, and where she did her stuff at once.

 

Last night things got so bad that an upstairs neighbor, out to walk his dog, was told to go home by a cop as pieces of scaffolding from a building a few doors down started flying, one of them cracking the windshield of a parked car. I thought I'd wait till 3 or 4 in the morning to walk the dog, they'd said the wind might start dying down by then, but we all overslept, I woke up at 7 and then had to wake Lola. She hadn't been outside for 16 hours, and wasn't even in a hurry to go out then, but she's always had an amazing bladder.

 

The scene in the park this morning was devastating, with huge fallen tree limbs on the paths as well as a few trees themselves, especially one wonderful large old one snapped right in half. It used to house a family of raccoons, and I can only imagine what happened to them in the night.

 

My own best wishes to all of you who were touched by the storm (which as I write is, I fear, whacking the hell out of our house in Bucks County—I don't want to imagine what that will look like when we return) and I hope none of you sustained damage.

 

I took the pics above with my trusty iphone during my walk with Lola in our nearby park an hour ago.

 

 

Interview with Eric Tide - Part 1

For some time Eric and I have been working on a sort of Q and A interview to respond to the many questions of my own and those of other readers. What follows is pulled together from our long correspondence and readers’ comments and questions. I’ve tried to make it coherent, and hope it doesn’t seem too much all over the place.

 

Let me start with something I wrote to Eric not long ago. The subject is one he and I have been batting around like a badminton birdie for years, so it may seem to you that we’re beginning in the middle. But that’s as good a place to start as any.

 

BW. Eric, you and I have been going back and forth for a long time about what it is that makes us tick when it comes to bondage/torture situations. You tell me that few have ever understood what drives you, to the point where you’re seriously tired of even discussing the subject anymore.

 

If you’re willing, let’s discuss it at least this one last time, and start by contrasting you and me, as I see us.

Hurricane Coming

Lee and I are back in New York, which is battening down for Hurricane Sandy as I write, buses and subways stopping in a few hours, interstate traffic stopping, trains and airlines cancelling, evacuation zones at the ready and people already being evacuated from lowlying areas. Exactly a year ago this weekend we had that memorable snowstorm which brought us 12-inches or so of heavy wet snow in the space of four or five hours, followed by no heat or electricity for the next four days. I weathered that one alone in the country by myself, since Lee had to be in the city for the duration. And while it was fun playing Bobinson Crusoe, heating snow for water on the propane stove and reading in bed by flashlight and, most refreshing—once I got over panicking about it—not having access to any electronic devices for several days, I'm not such a roughing-it kind of guy that I want to repeat the experience. Especially with the danger of an ash tree or a Norwegian spruce coming down on the roof in 80-mile-an-hour winds, which are the kinds of winds they're predicting. Much safer to find out about that later, if it does happen, and live out the storm from the safety of our 10th story New York City apartment building, with only the risk of a potted plant flying off the rooftop of one of the brownstones opposite us and crashing through our window.

 

Isn't weather fun? And some people continue to say there's no such thing as climate change. 

 

In any case, just wanted to let you know why you may not hear from me right away if you email me and get no immediate response. They're saying we may lose power in the city, or in our neighborhood, at least. But don't be alarmed, I've already scheduled two entries for this week, tomorrow and Wednesday. And the good news is that those posts will be my interview with Eric Tide, the one I've been promising for weeks or maybe even months. It's pretty long, so I turned it into a two-parter, but I think you'll find it fascinating. I certainly did.

Tied Up in Paradise

Southern California's the ideal place for outdoor bondage, and what could be better than tying someone up, or getting tied up, in the Hollywood Hills? Sparkling blue swimming pools, luxurious greenery, beautiful guys as far as the eye can see. In this case the beautiful guy was Gabe Rivers, an aspiring young porn star. Not sure how well he ever succeeded at porn, I can find only two videos on his IMDb, but he and his perky dick sure loved getting tied up and abused by Jamie Lawless, who had a great time tying and abusing it and him as well. 

Two Guys Sleepsacked

Ask and ye shall receive…some of the time. The other day a reader asked to see more photos of the two guys sleepsacked side by side, after the teaser I used in the story Three Mummies. I do have several more photos from that scene, so here they are. Apologies if they have a sameness to them, but two guys in sleepsacks just don't move around that much. As I remember, though, they stayed in those bags for hours. 

Boy Next Door, Tied Up

Here are some nice pics of a very nice boy named Damian, who told me he had never been tied up before, but wanted to try. As he lived close to my house in Bucks County, I invited him to come on over. Then, once he started trying, he wanted to try more, and more. I was happy to let him.

 

The main problem, as I recall, was that he took forever to cum, and eventually my arm began to wear out. As he was desperate at that point, and had been so willing and so good, I let my steel heart soften and untied his jerkoff arm. As soon as he shot, I tied it back in place.

News from Eric Tide

I've been taking flak from readers who demand to know what's going on with Eric, worry whether he's okay, and just wonder if he's going to write more about his experiences with Logan and Dylan, and maybe even some of the current doms he's mentioned in passing.

 

Both Eric and I have been very busy. Furthermore, he's been wanting to take a break from writing, which is a lot of work, and I've  been bad about putting something together from our long correspondence in a coherent interview format, which I'd promised him to do months ago.

 

I did finally manage to complete the Q&A the other day, and send it off to Eric for comments and corrections. This morning he replied, telling me he likes what I've done, but wants to flesh out some of his answers, and will hope to get the interview back to me this week or next.

 

So all seems to be well on the Eric Tide front. Stay tuned for more news.

Duct Tape, Industrial Wrap and Violet Wands

There's nothing like boys being boys together. Here's Jamie Lawless and his pal Hush having a great old time, just hanging out.

Suspending Luke Savage

I've had a number of emails begging me to show more pics of Luke Savage, a beautiful Marine hunk I wish we'd been able to use more often. Here are the last ones I can find, though I know there must be more, in slides that still haven't been digitized.