Apparently I didn’t only include NYBC responses in the book I intended to publish. I also had requested and obtained copies of letters guys had sent and received in response to bondage ads in popular gay mags and newspapers such as Drummer, The Advocate, The New York Native, etc., sometimes together with carbons of their replies. I used my own correspondence as well, e.g. the letters from a cowboy in Issue 1.
I don't know who sent me these letters, I kept no records of that. I can say that the letter below was not written by or sent to me, since it didn’t personally speak to my personal turn-ons. For that matter, it isn’t, strictly speaking, a “bondage” letter at all, except for the last paragraphs; but those paragraphs alone made it worthy of inclusion.
PUNISH ME, DADDY DEAREST!
Enjoyed talking with you the other night and have been thinking a lot about some of the scenes we could get into — jerked off thinking about you this morning and am hard again now. It sounds like we’re both very flexible and into a lot of the same fantasy scenes. Would really like you to be my dad — want to do things to make you feel good and to make you feel proud of your son: want to get on my knees in front of you and polish your boots, want to clean your toilet... Want to suck different parts of your body — your toes, your balls, your tits, the hair in your armpits, the hair around your asshole. I really get off on body hair — want to worship yours and have you shave off mine to humiliate me when I’ve been bad. But when you first get home from work I’ll be so glad to see my dad that I’ll try to be good for a long time.
If you’re wearing a business suit, I’ll help you off with your coat and loosen your tie for you and slowly take off all your clothes. If there were any piss stains in your shorts, I’d lick and chew and suck them away for you. Want to lick your thighs, too — especially way up by your balls where it gets nice and sweaty and smells so good. If I were lucky, you wouldn’t have taken a shower in the morning so I could get hot smells from different parts of your body.
We’d go and lie down together on the bed to take a nap. I’d put my head on your chest and suck your tits and you’d ask me if I’d been a good boy that day at school. I’d hesitate for a moment and then lie to you and say yes. Just after we’d dozed off together in each other’s arms, the phone would ring. It would be my gym teacher calling to tell you about the trouble I’d gotten into at school — how some other guys and I had ganged up on a younger boy in the lockerroom and had teased him until he’d cried—goosing him and snapping his balls with wet towels, and then taking him into the shower room and pissing all over him. The coach found out from the other boys that it had been my idea. He’d embarrass you by telling you that he didn’t think you were doing a good job as a father if you raised a son who would do things like that, and what I apparently needed was a good long spanking across your lap.
You’d be furious when you got back to the bedroom. You’d slowly take the leather belt from your pants, double it over, and come after me with it. You’d give me a few hard cracks across the ass, then lecture me and tell me what a disappointment I’d been to you. You’d draw the punishment out, giving me many separate spankings with periods in between to let me think about how bad I’d been.
You'd spank me in different positions — across your lap with your hand, standing up facing the wall for a caning, bent over a chair, spreadeagle on the bed with a pillow under me so my butt was way up in the air. You’d start out easy, but then build up so I’d wind up with an ass that was very red and sore — by the end you wouldn’t be fucking around, you’d really be letting me have it, so I’d be kicking and squirming around, and whimpering and pleading with you just like a little kid. Maybe you’d spank me till I acutually break down and cry (have gotten close to that point a couple times but have never been taken that far — it’s one of my strongest fantasies, and it would be within limits, if you want to do it)...Then you’d send me to my room and tell me to lie quietly on the bed and think about being a good boy from now on.
Maybe in about fifteen minutes you’d come in to check on me — I wouldn’t hear you coming, and suddenly you’d open the door and catch me jerking off. That would be the last straw. You'd tell me that you were going to have to teach me to control my body.
You’d tie me spreadeagle to the bed, facing up. You wouldn’t yell at me, you’d just start rubbing my body and explain to me that I was not going to be allowed to come for two hours. Then you’d start to experiment with my body, seeing how sexually frustrated you could get me and how much pain I could take while still staying turned on. You’d rub me and lick me and tell me what a nice body I have but how I shouldn’t abuse my body by jerking off so much. Tell me how you don’t like to find all those cum stains on my jockey shorts, or on my jockstrap, or on my sheets. That jerking off is just like smoking or drinking —that it’s all right to do it once in a while, but that it should be done only when my father’s with me and with my father’s permission...not something that a boy should sneak away and do on his own or with his friends in some neighbor’s garage.
You’d get me so fuckin’ hot that I think I’m going to go out of my mind. Rub the head of my dick with oil, put clamps on my tits, stick your finger just a little way up my ass and twist it around, shave my balls — then grease them up and squeeze ’em till they pop out of your fist, tickle my feet, pull hairs out of my crotch, tape my cock down to my leg, spit in my face and then roll your cock around in it, let me smell your ass but no more, whip me up and down my whole body with a leather thong, jerk on my cock and then hold off before I come, untie one of my hands and let me stroke my cock only ten times before you tie me up again, rub my body up and down with your warm smelly socks, play with your own cock in front of me and tell me how good it feels, ETC. ETC.
Worship me and punish me and drive me wild. Tell me that there are going to have to be other kinds of controls, too...that I won’t be able to piss or shit or do anything else without my dad’s permission. You’ve got me thinking about diapers, too! I think that a grown man (me!) who has been diapered (maybe shaved all over first) could be hot!
[Have you ever been spanked and/or spreadeagled and/or diapered by your "Dad,"—or by anyone else, for that matter? Write me about it!]
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