A reader who wrote me a very kind letter in response to my non-relaunch email the other day, requested this story, which was originally posted in Issue 44 (Jan/Feb 1995). How could I possibly refuse? The accompanying illustrations were by a Finnish artist named Julius.
BONDAGE WINDS IN JAMAICA
CEDAR FALLS, IA. This is the story of a vacation to Jamaica I took a few years ago. The company I work for offered a reward to all management if the revenue goal for the year was achieved. The reward was a thousand dollars towards a trip for two anywhere. When the goal was met I had to decide where to go. But, harder than that was who to go with.
Well, the company provided that too. There was this really cute guy at work, Dave, I had been trying to make points with for several weeks. He was a friend of a friend and I had only been out with the two of them a few times. The friend was also nice, but kind of straight. I wasn’t sure about Dave. He was about ten years younger than me and about a foot shorter. This trip presented an opportunity I found hard to believe. I explained to Dave that I was receiving this trip for two and I needed someone to go with me. He jumped at the chance and we started planning where we would go.
We had several criteria for the place. It had to be somewhere very warm in the winter. We wanted to skin and skuba dive on the trip. They had to speak English and not eat up too much of our own money. The choice was clear. Florida or the Bahamas would be inexpensive. But the winter temperatures dropped below seventy degrees at night. The Virgin Islands were perfect, but cost way too much. Jamaica was inexpensive, very warm twenty-four hours, and the diving good.
I got my diving gear into shape. Dave wasn’t a diver and needed to buy all new gear. We spent two nights a week for the next month swimming laps to train for the open ocean we expected to swim in. He turned out to have a great body. Getting into shape at the Y was the perfect way to find this out. Sometimes we would go for beers after swimming. This was turning out to be a good way to get to know him. Sometimes I would go to his place after swimming and sometimes he would come to mine. I was getting some very good feedback from him. However, because we worked together I wanted to be very cautious. I know how uncomfortable it can be to see someone all the time at work after a sour attempt at romance.
We left early on Saturday morning. We would be coming back Sunday night after a week. I packed my diving gear, about five swim suits, and a few clothes. The weather in Jamaica meant that we didn’t need much to wear. As we were flying over Cuba, even at thirty thousand feet, it looked a lot bigger than the little island the newscasters talked about. Then we were over Montego Bay and it looked awful small. When we landed all of the aircraft windows fogged over. After leaving a cold midwest winter we were ecstatic about the warm humid weather. There was a two-hour bus ride to the hotel in Ocho Rios. It was just getting dark after the bus ride when we got there. We could still make out the bauxite plant across the bay. The one from the movie Doctor No. There were children surrounding the bus selling gonja and souvenirs. While we were unpacking our suitcases I noticed Dave had a small jar of Vaseline. My interest understandably perked, I asked him what it was for. He pointed out that we both had suffered from blisters on our toes from swimming laps with bear feet in our fins. He said it was to prevent blisters. A little let down, I forgot it.
In the next few days our diet was comprised of fish, goat meat, little red lobsters, and a lot of Red Stripe beer. We met a teenager on the beach with a boat. He made a living taking tourists up to Dunns River Falls or down to White River. We made an agreement with him to be our exclusive guide for the week. He would pick us up on the beach and we would spend the day visiting many places we would recognize from the James Bond movie. Sometimes he would drop us off on the reef about a mile from shore and we would skin dive for a few hours.
On Thursday Garfield, the boy with the boat, took us up a small river, the name of which escapes me, to visit a plantation. It turned out this was where the hotel would send evening tours for a dinner and outdoor stage show. In the day it looked more like a tropical carnival site than a plantation. It was surrounded by hilly terrain that would be impossible to farm as a plantation. But there were mango and lime trees with plump, ripe fruit on them. There were a few young men there selling gonja. We, of course, bought some from them. We talked to them about all of the gonja in Jamaica. They were telling us that the whole island depended on the tourists. They said the tourists did what they wanted and as long as no one was hurt no one, including the police, paid any attention. This explained why some of the licensed vendors on the hotel beach were selling nothing but gonja.
As these young men were expressing affection for each other it also became obvious that they were gay and no one paid much attention to that either. Unfortunately Dave didn’t show any intention of expressing the same emotions for me. It seemed as if he wasn’t seeing the guys we were talking to holding and caressing each other. I didn’t say anything either and the rest of the day went much as the days before.
When we got back to the hotel we spent a couple of hours relaxing on the balcony of our room. We had a really great room about five stories up overlooking the beach. I pointed out that some holes were developing in the crotch of his cut offs and that I could see part of his cock head quite clearly.
He didn’t have much of a reaction. I had expected an opening for conversation. Instead, he just went in and changed them.
That night Dave joined in on his guitar with a small calypso group at the hotel we had gotten to know. Later we watched a ragee show at a late dinner. After a few more Red Stripes and a little gonja on the beach we went to our room to go to bed.
I turned out the lights and unlike other nights Dave got out of his bed and opened the drapes and balcony doors. Before, the room would be perfectly dark and we would promptly fall to sleep. Tonight, however, the light and gentle music drifting up from the beach kept us awake. Well it kept me awake. Dave might have been kept awake by the coke he had done before we went up to the room. We started talking about all of the things we had done and seen up to then. We talked about the sparkling headlights we could see on the winding road across the bay. We also talked about the ships including the Soviet freighter he could see out beyond the bay.
His bed was closer to the windows than mine and I couldn’t see the ships very well. On the pretext of getting a better view I got up and slipped into his bed. My first thought was that it might have been a mistake. This was also because of my rapid and strong heartbeat. It almost shook the bed. Also, Dave might notice that my pecker was hard enough to cut diamonds. I didn’t think that just being in bed with him would have this dramatic of an effect on me. Well now I knew it did and it was too late to back out now.
We continued to metaphorically discuss what at the time seemed to be the glorious view off our balcony. It might have truly been that wonderful or maybe I just remember that it was because of the circumstances. I was content just being next to him. I had had plenty of encounters with guys picked up in bars. It always seemed to be cheep and temporary sex. This was so different it was hard to comprehend.
When his hand softly reached over and landed on my cock my senses exploded. He said, “I like you too.” Then I started to realize that opening the drapes and talking about the lights outside was his way of getting me into his bed. I had been playing it too cautious. I was trying to be too cool and detached. Not being without some degree of experience I rolled over and started sucking on his likewise stiff cock. Without being too quiet he vocalized his appreciation. I hoped they could hear him on the beach. Normally I don’t enjoy giving head. But I really got off on sucking Dave’s cock. When he came back down we talked about how foolish we both had been. It turned out that he too was just waiting. Waiting for some undefined event in our relationship before he took the great step. I was glad that we both didn’t spend the whole week just waiting.
Then Dave asked if I wanted to fuck him. It seems his explanation that the Vaseline was to keep the swim fins from causing blisters on his toes was a fabrication. I told him that would be the best thing to ever happen to me. He was the one to grab the Vaseline and start rubbing it up and down my dick. He took a little bit on his finger and his hand went behind him. From my experience I knew quite well where his finger was at that point. Then he surprised me almost to the point of my falling over backwards. He said he would like it better if I tied his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed.
Even with the experienced bar pick ups I had in the past, bondage never happened the first time. I guess Dave had really gotten to know me in the last few weeks better than I realized. I guess Dave had also been hoping for it this way since earlier that day. The two belts and two luggage straps for the purpose were already laying on top of his open suitcase. That night I had the best sex of my entire life. Even though I was turned on six ways I didn’t cum for about a half hour. I knew better than to let it go that fast. All the time Dave had a totally different personality. He was saying the things I usually heard from truly slutty hose beasts from the bars.
It was quite obvious when I came. I am usually a quiet fucker but I made a lot of noise as I came in Dave. Then I just collapsed like a warm, wet wash cloth on top of him. After untying his arms and legs we snuggled up close and pulled the covers over us. His pecker was stiff and his affectionate behavior told me he enjoyed the sex we just had. We didn’t talk about sex, we just snuggled until we fell asleep.
The next morning we showered together. After breakfast we went to the beach. Dave told Garfield that we should go back to the plantation we had visited the day before. I said that I thought that would be OK. Garfield smiled at us knowingly. I guess he knew what it meant when two men vacationing together wanted to go back there. You get to the plantation on a narrow winding river. We noticed the burned out torches tied to the trees along the bank of the river. These were obviously left over from the previous night’s hotel trip for the guests. It was less than a quarter mile up the river but it took a lot of torches. Garfield said there would be another dinner show there tonight. We got to the dock at the plantation. It was just some palm trees lashed together.
But it worked to unload and load the guests from the hotel. Garfield asked what we wanted to do since we had seen it all yesterday. We told him we just wanted to wander around for a while and he could wait with the boat. We went back to the stage where the guys were sitting around that we had bought gonja from the day before. Dave asked them if there was a place there where we could do some kinky things without being disturbed. I guess he had noticed their affectionate behavior towards each other after all. It seems that for a few Jamaican dollars you could find what you want. All of the sellers in Ocho Rios always say “we got what you want.” I’ll bet they do.
One of the young men took us along a trail that went up and down a few times and curved around a lot. There was a small level bit of ground at the end of the trail. Near one side of the clearing was the remains of a small campfire. Laying around other parts of the clearing were felled palm tree trunks. The area was obviously the scene of parties for very small groups in the near past. The young man who took us there told us how much it would cost to use the area for the night. It was real cheap to us. We had learned that things that were cheap to us were unobtainable for the Jamaicans. Things like deodorant. We walked back to the boat.
I knew what Dave was setting up. I knew it all along. He obviously knew that I knew since I never asked him what was going on. I went back to talk to Garfield about what we could do next. Dave hung back and had a few words with the young man and handed him some money. The rest of the day we did things like climb Dunns River Falls and buy a bamboolin. That’s a kind of violin made from a piece of bamboo. The guy selling them could make them sound like a Stadivarius. We could only make them squeal.
Garfield dropped Dave and me off at the hotel beach kind of early. It must have been about six. I asked what we should do for dinner. Dave said we should go on the dinner safari back to the plantation. It was logical to me since I figured we would then be there for what I supposed Dave was going to make a romantic encounter in the woods. We signed up for the dinner at the cashier by the beach. The boats left at eight so we went to the room to relax a while and get ready. When we got there Dave said he wanted to talk about what we were going to do that night. I was just setting my sights on a romantic night around a campfire with a few Red Stripes and a little light sex. Dave said he wanted to try some S and M. From our conversation I figured out that he hadn’t really had any experience other than being tied up and fucked. We discussed things he wanted to try, things he was afraid of, and how much he wanted to hold and kiss me at that minute.
Between making out like a couple of high school kids, showering, and getting dressed, we almost didn’t make the boat in time. It was the usual tourist fare. The boats cruised along the moonlight shore and up the little river. The torches were burning to light the way to the dock. The tables were set and the stage was lit. It looked much better than when we had seen it in the daylight. We had the usual dinner of pea stew, rice, beer, etcetera. When the stage show started we went over to the trail to the camp site we had arranged for. It’s funny how people bend over slightly when they don’t want to be noticed. It’s kind of like you think bending over slightly will make you invisible.
We had a joint as we slowly walked along the winding trail. It was awful dark, but the woods in Jamaica aren’t very dense and enough star and moonlight filtered through for us to make it. There was a fire already burning in the clearing and we could see that for part of the way. That was good because we would have had a hard time finding it without the fire. We also couldn’t have started one too well in the dark. There were a few beers there. They weren’t very cold. There was also some rope and sticks at the edge of the clearing farthest from the fire. That must be what Dave talked to the young man about earlier. We also had a nice stack of fire wood. We sat around the fire and had some beer and pot. This helped us to get comfortable in a strange place. In the distance we could hear the show going on. From the faintness we could tell that there was a quite safe distance between us and the stage.
Dave finished his beer and stood up. He was about three feet from me and said, “Come here.” I put my arms around him and he held me. He softly said, “Let’s get naked.” It was a good thing we had the joints and the beer. I would never have been able to overcome my inhibitions without them. This was a strange place out in the open. Normally I could never have been relaxed undressing out in the open.
Dave walked over to the ropes and motioned me over. We had discussed what we were going to do. I just needed his signal before I could really get started. I was quickly thinking of what we would do first. Dave leaned against a large palm tree. By the light of the camp fire I started to sort through the ropes piled up about six feet away from Dave. In that light he sure looked great casually leaning there naked against the tree. I guess it was the pit that let him look so calm. There were many five to eight foot lengths of sisal rope and several three to four foot lengths of small diameter bamboo.
It was an uncertain start at first but soon I became a little more serious. Dave didn’t say anything he just followed my direction as I led him a few feet away. About in the center of the clearing with Dave facing the fire. First I tied his wrists in front of him. I did this by looping the rope loosely around his wrists with about a three inch gab between his wrists. Then I looped the end around the strands of rope between his wrists. This tightened up the rope around his wrists and secured them slightly apart. Then I pulled his wrists up over his head and behind his neck. I ran another length of rope from his wrists over his shoulder, under his arm pit, up to his wrists, and likewise around his other shoulder. This length of rope was threaded three times through this path before being tied off.
To tests his sincerity for the session and check his tolerance I put my arms around him. With each hand I pinched one of his nipples, kneading them gently at first I slowly increased pressure. Soon I was severely grinding his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. His head was bent down and he was watching the torture I was subjecting his nipples to. Finally Dave gave out a low and gentle moan. I was amazed at the level of pressure that this took. Now I knew that this was a serious session. I put my arms around him and hugged him. He never said a word.
I got in front of Dave, put my arms around him, and kissed him. He seemed quietly resigned but kissed back. I eased him down on his back and sat on his stomach. His cock was hard under my ass and mine stood up over his chest. I went to work on his tits again. Grinding them between my fingers and pulling them up. His cock stayed hard. It must have been what he needed. I later bent over and sucked on them. They were salty and hard. He has small flat nipples with tiny nibs in the center. I was really giving them a working over. Then in a meek voice Dave said he had to pee.
We had drank quite a few beers and I guess my sitting on his stomach didn’t help. I could feel his cock had gotten soft. Mine had not. So I said, “Go ahead.” To my infinite pleasure he said, “Yes, Sir.” I sat there for several minutes and nothing happened. It must have been almost impossible for him to piss in those conditions, Finally I could feel the piss gushing out against my ass. It ran down one side and onto my ankle that was right against his hip. It was warm and very erotic. It must have been making mud under him. We never noticed that.
When Dave finished pissing I slid my ass down his legs and started playing with his dick. Soon it was getting hard again. We hadn’t talked about water sports and now we didn’t need to. I sucked on his cock and started to play with his balls. I looped my fingers around the scrotum with his balls in the palm of my hand. At first I just kneaded them gently. I increased the downward tension on his balls. After a while I was really pulling them down hard. I could tell the pain was pleasurable to him. His cock in my mouth stayed rock hard. With a loud groan from Dave I relaxed my grip on his balls. I didn’t work a lot on his cock. I didn’t want him to cum so soon.
I got up and grabbed another piece of rope. Dave quietly watched every move I made. I sat down on his thighs and looped it several times around his balls. Then I rolled him over on his stomach. At this point I just had to piss so bad it consumed all of my attention. I decided to try to piss on Dave. It wasn’t easy to try to get my dick soft enough to piss. I wound up pissing up in the air and aiming it at Dave’s back as it came back down. As it splattered down on Dave’s back and hair he hummed softly. I was trying to stay detached enough that I could empty my bladder.
I sat down on his thighs. His beautiful ass just under my still hard cock. My feet pressed tightly against his. I gave him a back rub. It was very exciting to both of us. He later told me that the massage was the best part of the scene. Then I got off of Dave’s thighs and bent his legs with his ankles together. Then I tied his ankles together with an end of the rope that was tied around his balls. This kind of left Dave on his knees and elbows with his chest on the ground.
I picked up one of the bamboo poles. Dave followed me with his eyes. As I started to walk toward him he moaned and turned his head to look in front of him. At first I just ran it up and down his buns. First up one then down the other. He wiggled a couple of times. Either trying for a more comfortable position or from anticipation. I gently smacked his ass in a slow monotonous rhythm. His cheeks would bounce slightly with each smack. As the impact slowly increased you could see the shock waves roll across his butt. Spreading out from where the stick hit. There were no marks from the stick. His butt just slowly began to redden. His fingers clenched more tightly together and tighter against the back of his head.
Wanting to build to a climax I started to increase the force I was using. I began to forcibly strike his ass at a slower pace. Each time there was a loud smack as the stick hit his butt. Never protesting, but obviously having trouble taking the punishment. I could see the rope from Dave’s ankles to his balls give a little snap with each strike. Dave would turn his head from one side to the other as I continued. Dave let out a loud cry and I stopped.
I turned him over and sat on his chest. His chest was covered with dirt and weeds. I lifted his head up and opened his mouth. It only took about fifteen minutes before he drained my dick dry. Then I untied his ankles and looped the end of the rope back around his balls a few more times. This distended his balls quite a bit.
Sitting on his chest I started to jack his cock. His cock was as hard as I have ever felt a cock. With the rope around his balls they flopped up and down with each jerk. They would flop up to strike my knuckles and then down between his legs. The faster I jacked him the faster and harder his balls hit the back of my fingers. This continued with Dave moaning behind me for about ten minutes. Finally I used my other hand to put my finger in his ass hole. I wiggled that finger as fast as I could and jacked with the other hand till my forearm burned. Dave cried out as cum came spurting up on my chest and over my fingers. He was half whimpering and half crying when we finished. I turned around and kissed him.
As we got back to the dinner area I noticed the rope marks around Dave’s wrists. He looked down and rubbed them. He looked back at me and just shrugged his shoulders. It didn’t matter if anyone saw them. The next night we had sex in the room. No S&M just passionate sex. We were leaving the next day.
When we got back home it was a real let down. He was afraid someone would find out about our relationship. He was bisexual and didn’t want anyone to find out he liked guys. My position changed at work and I was now his direct supervisor. I felt management might not like my fooling around with my subordinates. Dave soon resigned. I don’t see him much as he travels around America. The last time I saw him he was going back to Bolivia. Life’s a bitch.
Thank you so much for fulfilling my request! One other question, if I may: are there further pictures of the gorgeous man from the front cover of that issue (44)?
Bob's reply: No, unfortunately. I don't know why the photographer didn't give us more photos of him; I've wondered about that over the years.
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