Hope the weather's not as lousy where you are as it is in NYC, with snow piling up outside and sleet hurling at the windows. Good day to stay home from work and lie around tied up and gagged, or, if no one's there you to put you in your place and keep you quiet, wrap some rope around your ankles, tie or tape a sock in your mouth, and look at dirty pictures and jerk off to bondage fantasies and remembered adventures (or write and send me yours). The fun story below appeared in Issue 56 (Jan/Feb 1997). By my calculations, from the information the writer gives, he and his friend Brian must have been about 13 or 14 at the time they did these happy role-play scenes.
FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I LIKED BEING CALLED A “FUCKING QUEER”
LARGO, FL. I’m 30 yrs old, have red hair, a good body and have been tieing up my friends since the first time I knew I could. This is going to be a story about one of my earliest and most memorable bondage scenes I had with one of my best friends named Brian.
Brian is the older brother of my friend Viki. From the first time I met him I knew he and I would be great friends. Brian had curly black hair, shiny blue eyes and when his shirt was off the tightest stomach and chest I ever did see. He had a mouth like a sewer probably because he worked on cars and was always going “Fuck this” and “Fuck that.” That kind of talk only turned me on more when I was around him. You should have heard him while he was driving!!!!
Unfortunately Brian is straight (no one is perfect). But that never stopped him from wanting to be bound and gagged. Brian did and from what he tells me still does like being tied up and gagged. Every time I talk to him I say something like “Are you going to be tied up for very long?” or “You need to be gagged.” He loves that kind of talk.
In Ohio, the summer of 1980 Brian invited me to go with him to a KISS concert. His family would be gone for the weekend and he said it would be alright for me to stay at his house. Of course I agreed (after my Dad said yes). I decided that this was my chance to tie up Brian’s ass and gag him good.
Brian’s bedroom was in the basement and I knew we would have the house to ourselves. Brian knew I was in the Drama Club at school so I made up the story that I needed his help in making a play about a kidnapped Baseball player. He was more than happy to play the victim.
Brian had a baseball uniform before he got kicked off the team for missing practice and he didn’t have to return it till the end of the High School year. When I arrived at his house (riding my Moped) he was wearing our school team’s uniform like I asked him to.
The concert for KISS wasn’t until the next nite so we had the whole house to ourselves. From the minute Brian opened the door he had a grin on his face because of the excitement. I told him that we would need lots of rope and some cloth or tape. He showed me some dirty pieces of rope he found in the garage and a couple of bandannas he had scrounged up. I also had brought a coil of clothesline and some duct tape from home.
Brian and I had a couple of beers before we began my improvisational play (no script required). I told him that I would be the kidnapper and that his house would be my hideout. The main story would be that he would be my prisoner for a couple of weeks or months and that his character (the pitcher of a Major League team) would try to escape and be recaptured over and over again.
Brian’s grin grew wider and the sensation in my pants grew stiffer and stiffer. I told Brian to turn around and put his hands behind his back. He immediately crossed both wrists behind his back right above the buttocks which told me that he had been ready for a tie up scene well before I ever confronted him with this idea (Watch out for signs, people).
After tieing his wrists as securely as I knew how, Brian said “You’re really tieing me up!!!” I put my hand over his mouth and I pushed him forward towards the basement steps.
In the basement Brian’s room was surrounded by blankets or sheets to block him off from the rest of the house. Once inside his room I pushed him into a straight back chair. With his arms behind the back of the chair I began tieing Brian’s ankles together. I took another piece of rope, tied it around his cinched ankles, then ran the end under the chair and tied it around his wrists tightly.
Movement was difficult for him when his wrists and ankles were securely tied together. When Brian said “You’ll never get away with this,” I couldn’t help myself but take a bandanna and insert it between his teeth and knot it behind his head. Using about 6 ft. of rope I tied loop after loop around Brian’s arms, chest and stomach as tightly as I could. Stepping back I looked at my handiwork.
Brian looked so good, he looked like a kidnapped Baseball player in a Third World country. I mean sweating, struggling, moaning and cursing. For once in my life I liked being called a “Fucking Queer.” He was awesome.
After a brief interrogation I acted like I was tightening his ropes (really unloosening his hands). I left the room. Brian struggled with the ropes at least 20 minutes before he finally got loose.
Once loose Brian crept upstairs to the phone (like he was supposed to). When he reached it and tried to make a call for help I snuck up behind him, knocking him out (with a fake Karate chop) making him fall unconscious to the floor.
Brian is a good actor moaning and groaning while I retied his wrists and ankles putting him in a tight hogtie position. In my best Vincent Price impression I told Brian that I was going to have to do away with him with a time bomb. More struggling on his part.
I told Brian that I was sorry for having to get rid of him this way but when he tried to protest I took the duct tape and wrapped it around his mouth a couple times. His breathing became stronger and more excited. The kidnapper (Myself) left poor Brian to his fate and Brian began to struggle more and more frantically.
To cut a long story short, Brian (Our hero) was released by the evil kidnapper and the kidnapper ended up blown up in the terrible explosion. So much for dramatic expression.
The KISS concert was great. Brian’s wrists were as red as my hair but all in all the weekend was great. I asked Brian if I could tie him up again and he said “Hell yeah.”
Write me about the first (or most memorable) time you got tied up. [email protected]
Good, real, story.
Posted by: Bob | February 13, 2014 at 04:43 PM
sounds like fun
Posted by: Ken | February 14, 2014 at 09:23 AM