Here's a great story from Issue 52 (May 1996)—short, sweet and to the point.
MINNEAPOLIS, MN. I’m 26, not bad to look at, and I love reading about hot guys all tied up. Until a little while ago, I had nothing to contribute to your magazine except the time I tied up my little brother and locked him in the attic. The little creep grew up gorgeous, and I’d like another crack at him now that I know what to do with him. Anyway, I had an experience last month.
I got monstrously drunk at a party, way too drunk to drive. A friend of a friend who I’ll call Sawyer and his roommate who lived near me offered me a ride to my place. Sawyer shared a rundown house with a good-looking Japanese guy. I’ll call him Gene. On the way, we started talking about sex, what else? and our kinkiest fantasies. I must’ve mumbled something about loving bondage, but to be honest I was too drunk to know what I said.
We parked in their driveway, and I thought it was my place. So I opened the door and fell on my drunken face. The next thing I knew, Gene was out of the car and on top of me, while Sawyer ripped off my necktie and tied my hands behind my back with it. I was too drunk to fight either one of them, but maybe I didn’t want to.
They pulled me off the wet pavement and led me into the rear of the house like a bound P.O.W. Once inside, Sawyer pushed me on to the kitchen floor. Gene unbuttoned my shirt and helped him pull off my pants and shoes. Gene grabbed my dick and rubbed his own crotch, while Sawyer crammed my stinky socks into my mouth, which stopped me from swearing at them. I was naked except for the shirt I was barely wearing, and I had a feeling wouldn’t have it on much longer. I was still way out of it because of the booze, but I remember their hands all over me, rubbing, pinching and tickling.
They taped my mouth to keep the socks in, I guess, and then they put on a little striptease, while I watched from the cold floor.
I might as well tell you that Oriental guys drive me wild, and Sawyer was no slouch in the sexy department, either. So I was enjoying this a lot, even though I was scared.
They tied a piece of leather ropecord around my wang and used it to pull me, kicking and bitching, down to the basement. They untied my hands and I tried to stagger to freedom, but one of them grabbed the cord tied to my dick and yanked hard! I screamed in pain, but the gag held most of it in. My shirt came off and they pulled me by my dick leash toward what looked like an old kitchen table. But this one had been modified for sex play. There was a big hole in the center, and leather cuffs were chained or bolted into the table top at strategic locations along the edges. Perfect for strapping down an average-sized male, like yours truly.
They’d played this game before. One pushed me facedown across the table while the other fastened my feet, then my hands into the spreadeagle position. My stiff dick and balls poked through the hole. Even through the alcohol fog, I never felt so helpless and horny. They were taking turns recording this historic event on a camcorder. No, they didn’t show me the tape.
After feeling me up and down and checking the cuffs and gag, Sawyer made a show of putting on a rubber while Gene slipped under the table to stroke and suck my dick. At least, I guess it was Gene, since I couldn’t see him. But whoever it was really knew what he was doing. Sawyer announced that he would “fuck the living shit” out of me, and he climbed on the table and damned if he didn’t. I yelled “No!” into the gag, but I meant “YES!”
I felt Gene’s tongue lapping my balls while Sawyer licked and bit my neck. Sawyer grabbed a handful of my hair and nearly yanked it off my head while he fucked me crosseyed. Pain and pleasure never felt so good! As Sawyer pumped my butt, Gene sucked my dick and yanked on the cord tied around my balls in rhythm. Just as Gene took his hot mouth away from my dick, I shot a load of cum in his direction. Soon after, Sawyer pulled out of my ass, snapped off the rubber, and came on my back. Like liquid fire.
And it wasn’t over yet. Gene took his turn on top while Sawyer sucked me dry. Gene fucked even harder than Sawyer. It felt like he was wearing a condom with spikes, but I loved it.
That was the start of a great night, and I hope a great life in bondage to come. I spent the rest of the night tied up and used at different spots in their house. Sawyer kept saying they were “teaching me.” You can imagine the rest of that night. At the end, I went home just before dawn feeling hung over and sore, but I’ve since come back for more.
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