Considering the number of guys I've tied up who think of themselves as straight but whose dicks spring to attention as soon as bondage is mentioned, I've always thought there should be at least one more category of sexual orientation—possibly more than one, but I can't think of others that aren't in my area of interest. In any case, here's a great story that just came in which may go a little way toward proving my point.
This reader writes: Hey Bob, I’ve been a fan for a long time and have to tell you that finding your mag when I was a teenager helped me to realize that I wasn’t completely insane because I liked to tie guys up. The pictures and stories gave me a lot of ideas and the sense that there was a community out there really helped me come to terms with my kinks.
Anyway, I had an interesting experience recently and thought I should share it with you, since you’ve done so much for me.
I'm in my mid-30s and hadn’t had much luck with relationships. I had a few fuck buddies and thought I was happy with that. In particular, I had two close friends I loved roping. And having fun with them, along with an occasional session with another guy, was enough for me.
Joel is my oldest friend. We’ve known each other since college. He’s straight and has always known I was gay. However, it wasn’t until about five years ago that I finally told him about my love of bondage. We were seriously drunk and having a really graphic conversation about sex, and he wasn’t shocked or surprised about it. He asked me why I liked it and why I thought men would enjoy being tied up. He had a long-term girlfriend, and we didn’t want to mess up our friendship, so sex was never on the table, but after a while he eventually asked me to tie him up so he could experience it.
Turned out he liked being bound and gagged. We played every so often, just me tying him up, sometimes nude, sometimes not. (We’re close enough friends that nudity isn’t a big deal with us.) It was fun watching him struggle and fight against the ropes, groan and swear into one of my immense gags, and sometimes even get an inadvertent hard-on. I’d always found him handsome; he’s tall, slim, and extremely hairy, with ever-changing facial hair and pierced ears. But we never went there; a few drunken kisses was as far as it went.
Meanwhile, I met Nick at my job. Nick was older than me and just out of a long marriage, and he’d heard I was gay. He’d experimented with men in his college days but hadn’t been with one in years. He’s tall, very muscular, smooth bodied, and had grown a trim beard as soon as the wedding ring was off his finger. I explained to him what I liked to do with men, and he was all for it. He’d never been fucked, but he got into it quickly, and he loved being tied up. We had an intense three-month affair, after which he went back to women with no hard feelings. But whenever he was between girlfriends, he’d come over and I’d take him into my playroom and tie him up well.
Since both of them preferred women, I didn’t think of either as a long-term boyfriend prospect, which was fine.
About six months ago, I reconnected with a buddy from high school, a Pakistani guy named Khurum. We’d been boyfriends, more or less, through our junior and senior years; we were deeply attracted to each other and very much in love, but at the time he objected to my interest in bondage, and I wasn’t willing to give that up. Well, fifteen years later, I’d discovered that I wanted to be in love and Khurum had discovered that he liked bondage, so when we reconnected, it was amazing. The most intense, passionate sex I’d ever had—and with a man I adored.
I'm 6'4" with big muscles and a chest-length beard, so it takes a lot to get on top of me, but Khurum is 6'5" with a powerful, furry body that he uses like a weapon. In short, not only had I met the man of my dreams, I’d finally met the man who could top me. I’d never once been tied up in all my life until I let Khurum into my playroom. He shares my love of amazingly thick gags—layers and layers of cloth, handkerchiefs, bandages, thicker and thicker until everything is covered. We spent an entire weekend naked in my playroom, taking turns roping each other. It was amazing.
So now that I was in love (and quickly engaged to be married), my buddies were out of luck. Joel was starting to express a curiosity in actually having sex with a man, and Nick was single again. I decided to introduce them to each other, but not in the usual way.
I invited myself to Nick’s place, gave him a hug, and tied him (still dressed) to a good strong chair. Nothing like a good old-fashioned chair tie, with the hands pulled tightly behind the back of the chair, rope holding the chest and upper arms in place, rope around the waist, the thighs bound to the seat of the chair, the knees to the front legs, the ankles to the back, with an extra piece of rope connecting the right ankle to the left by way of the wrists...it’s like a hogtie on a chair. I gagged and blindfolded him as well.
Once I had Nick secured, I called Joel and told him to come over. As soon as he was in the door, I got him into another chair and tied him the same way I’d tied Nick, not answering any of his questions and gagging him quickly. Once Joel was helpless, I removed their blindfolds and let them get a look at each other. Of course I’d mentioned them in conversation with each other, but they’d never met.
“So here's the deal,” I told them. “I can’t fuck around with you two anymore. I’m engaged now. But you both need a fuck buddy who likes to play with ropes. So I thought we could get together and hang out tonight. You two can get to know each other and see what happens. Any objections?” They both groaned into their gags, but I took that to mean that they were happy to proceed.
I kept them tied for a while, then released Nick and walked him into the bedroom, his hands still tied and his mouth still gagged. I told him how Joel had been looking for a guy to have his first gay sex with, and I thought Nick would be happy to help. Meanwhile, I undressed Nick completely, untying his hands long enough to get his shirt off, then retying him in a kneeling hogtie on the bed. He was still grunting and struggling, but his cock was hard, so I didn't worry about him.
I went back into the living room and told Joel how much Nick wanted to find a new fuck buddy. I got him into the bedroom, undressed him and tied him in the same position, kneeling on the bed facing Nick. Then—giggling at my brilliance—I roped them both together at the waist and at the thighs, then pushed them over so they were lying face-to-face on their sides, both hogtied, gagged, and helpless, and unable to quickly turn around and untie each other. I kissed them both on the forehead, told them to have fun, and I left.
Of course I went home and got Khurum up in the suspension rig in my playroom for a night of fun.
The following morning, Joel came over and told me what had happened: they’d struggled for a bit, gotten the gags off fairly quickly (I’d made them loose), and managed to talk while they tried to untie themselves. They had a few things in common and seemed to have the basis for a friendship. They also both had rock-hard erections and took turns humping each other while they were still bound. Joel told me it was crazy and intense, and he’d loved it. (Nick later said it was the best time he’d ever had with a guy who wasn’t me.) Once they got loose, which took about an hour and a half, they hung out for a while, exploring each other’s bodies and enjoying a couple of beers. Eventually they had sex.
So everyone’s happy. I’m about to marry a perfect guy, Joel not only has a great fuckbuddy but has met a new girlfriend AND a new young boyfriend, and Nick is juggling bondage sex with Joel while dating a new woman as well.
I don’t know if this fits the bill, but I hope you enjoy reading it And thanks again for all these years of fucking hot bondage erotica!
It fits the bill absolutely, and you’re welcome. Anyone else feeling grateful? You know where to send your tales: [email protected]
I find this accounting "Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual, Bondagesexual" to be just too unbelievable.
Plus, there was no warning about leaving a guy bound and GAGGED unsupervised which is fine for fiction. It is too easy for a gagged person to get a tickle in the back of their throat, start coughing and then unable to get enough air OUT and in for fresh oxygen, they die. then there is the actual gag, the choking or even vomit that can't go anywhere.
It was just all these incredible circumstances coming together in the right order and at the perfect times that has me wondering. Oh, and a lost love suddenly reappearing with a change of orientation towards bondage that just happens to be the first guy to ever tie our hero up. This whole lost lover thing seems to be an addition to help our hero seem more, real
Sorry but that's my take,
Leo
Posted by: Leo Devin | July 23, 2014 at 03:51 PM