Occasionally people would write me about bondage adventures, promising to write more if I was interested. I was almost always interested, and let them know it. Most wrote back to answer my questions and tell me about further adventures of theirs. The guy who wrote this wonderful first experience story—which appeared in Issue 49 (November 1995)—never made good on his promise, unfortunately. It's probably too much to wish for that he'll see his story posted here and follow up on the promise he made me almost 20 years ago. But I'm one of those people for whom hope springs eternal.
YOUTH PROGRESSES FROM PRISONER TO SLAVE AFTER SPRINGY BRANCH WHIPPING
SUFFERN, NY. I have been into sexual bondage for quite a few years now. My interest was first aroused when I was still a young boy. I always enjoyed games which involved capturing prisoners, especially when I was one of the ones caught. We never did much more than tie each other up at first, but even that gave me a thrill. I didn’t associate the feelings with anything more than having fun, but there was something very special about being bound helpless that really attracted me.
My first real experience that included some sexual aspects as well as just being captured and bound occurred when I was thirteen. I was just entering puberty, and this caused me to have new feelings in my still little dick that were definitely sensual. Anyway, my friend Alex (who was one year older than me) and I were goofing off one early July day when we decided to play a bondage game. Alex said he would be the guard and I would be a prisoner who had escaped and been recaptured. I agreed.
We took off into the woods after Alex got some rope and other stuff. We went to a private section that few people ever entered and began our game. At first nothing unusual occurred. We pretended that I was still running free and that Alex had just discovered me. He jumped me and soon had me pinned on the ground. He flipped me over on my belly and quickly tied my hands behind my back. He then removed my shoes and socks, saying that it would be much more difficult for me to escape again if I was barefoot. While I lay there on the ground with my hands tied, I began to feel something new in my newly sensitized boy-dick. There was a tingling there that I had never felt before. As my shoes were removed, it grew—and so did my cock. I had a raging hard-on.
Alex rolled me over and noticed the bulge in my pants. He did not seem to pay it much attention. But he said that maybe it would be safer if he took away more of my clothes so that I couldn’t run away (as if I wanted to!). He stood me up and loosened the snap and fly of my pants. Before I knew it, he had them down around my ankles and was making me step out of them. Now my condition was easy to detect since my erection was making a tent in the front of my underpants.
As I stood there wondering what would happen next, Alex tied my ankles together. He then untied my wrists and immediately stripped off my shirt. Now I was almost naked. He helped me hop to a position between two small trees which were about six feet apart. He then tied a piece of rope to each wrist, and soon my arms were pulled in opposite directions and attached to the trees. This position caused me to feel very exposed and helpless, and yet very excited at the same time. Alex laughed and said he didn’t think I would be going anywhere now. I replied that he shouldn’t be too sure, but this was pure bravado. Besides, I didn’t want to go anywhere. I was enjoying this too much.
My words had a strong affect on Alex, however. He said that I would have to learn to show more respect, and that he was going to begin my lessons right then and there. First, he untied my ankles. Then he grabbed the elastic waistband of my underpants and pulled it away from my waist. He looked down at my fully erect boy-dick and said he knew just what I needed. In a flash my underpants were yanked down and off, and I was stark naked. Alex then tied each of my ankles to one of the two trees. This left me stretched in a big X between the trees. I had never felt such strong urges as those which now raged through my bare, bound body and centered in my cock.
Now I began my first lesson in bondage slavery. Our game had gone farther than either of us had intended at first, but neither of us wanted to stop now. Alex began his lessons by running his hands all over my body. No part of my skin was spared. And when he started rubbing my penis, I thought I would explode. But before I reached a climax, he stopped. Gathering up all of my clothes, he started to leave. I was scared by this, and asked him not to leave me alone, naked and bound. He just laughed and said he would be back. Then, all at once, I was alone. As I stood there, bare and helpless, I felt a sense of excitement that I knew I would want to have again—even though I was also pretty scared.
Before too long, Alex was back. But he was empty-handed. My clothes were nowhere to be seen. He told me that if I obeyed well and pleased him as a slave, he would be generous and show me where my clothes were. Otherwise, I would just have to make my way home nude. I promised to do my best to do as he wished.
Alex untied me and told me to undress him. After I had removed the last of his clothing, he made me kneel in front of him and take his hard cock in my hands. Alex had dark hair all around his dick, unlike my bare cock. I was a rather late bloomer that way and didn’t start to grow hair on my body until after I was seventeen. So on that day I was still completely bare. As I stroked Alex’s cock, it grew even bigger. After a few moments of this, Alex ordered me to kiss his cock. I had never heard of such a thing before, but something inside me let me know that this was what I wanted to do. I kissed his beautiful cock. He then instructed me to put it in my mouth and lick and suck on it. I did so, and in just a moment it began to pulse. As Alex had his first orgasm of the day, I learned the taste of semen for the first time.
When Alex had regained control of his body, he tied me again between the trees. Once again my naked body made a big X. My lesson continued as Alex picked up a springy branch from the ground and began to whip me with it. After about five minutes of this, which surprisingly I found to be less horrible than I had expected after the first few strokes, he stopped. He then began caressing me again, and soon had me in a ferocious state of arousal. But he did not allow me to come. Even though I begged him not to stop, he refused. He said that from now on he was in charge of that part of me and that I was never to have an orgasm unless he gave permission. I had no choice, so I agreed.
My new master decided that I had had enough for this first session, and I was untied. While he lay on the leaves on the forest floor, I once again began to suck on his dick. I lay along his side, with my bursting cock and balls cupped in his hands. Even as I sucked him to his second orgasm of the afternoon, he was fondling and teasing me. Somehow he knew just when to hold off and prevent me from going over the top. I was desperate for relief, but had no power to do anything about it.
After I had finished bringing him off again, and he had stopped driving me crazy by tormenting my penis, Alex got dressed. He tied my hands behind my back and made me walk in front of him as we moved toward home. About halfway to the edge of the wooded area, we turned off the trail for a while. I struggled along as best I could. I was still stark naked, my hands were tied securely behind my back, and rocks and sticks were abusing my bare feet. After a short while of this we reached a large hollow tree, and there were all of my clothes except my underwear. Alex had thrown those away as he had come here to hide my garments.
He informed me that, as his slave, I must never wear underwear again. I said I would obey, and he untied me and allowed me to get dressed. The coarse material of my jeans rubbed roughly against my still hard dick and almost made me come as we walked the rest of the way home. When we had finally reached his house, Alex ordered me to pull down my pants. I did so, and he grabbed my hard boy-dick and began rubbing it rapidly. In just a minute, I had my first orgasm as his slave. Now I knew that I was his to command. I had never felt such intense sensations in my whole life, and I would do anything to feel that way again.
Alex and I made plans to get together the next day and continue my training. He reminded me not to make myself come while I was away from him. I indicated that I would do as he commanded, and went off to my house to await my next experience as his slave. I knew I had found a new way to “play,” and I looked forward to becoming a good slave to my new master. Over the next few years, Alex and I “played” many times, and had quite a few wonderful experiences. I still like to remember them.
[I’d like to be able to remember them, too, [I wrote back then] so write them up and send them in. And let me know how from that time on your mother let you get away without wearing underwear. BW.]
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