Bob Wingate's Blog: Lost Bondage Stories

In my post of August 23rd, I described how I recently came across a compilation of essay question responses to the questionnaires I sent guys interested in joining the New York Bondage Club over the four years that I ran it, from 1984 to 1988. I originally thought I would publish these responses as a book, rather than in a magazine. Having decided to do the magazine instead, I locked the 180-page, single-spaced manuscript away and forgot about it. Now, having found it, I discover that I actually never published the majority of the responses, which ran from thoughts on bondage, to the movies or stories that inspired bondage passions, to descriptions of fantasies and/or personal experiences—a lost treasure.

Considering that Bound & Gagged published well over 1,000 stories in its lifetime, it's possible that a piece I post here may actually have been published, and I just didn't find it when I tried to look it up. My system only allows me to check by title and first line. But I think it's safe to say that the great majority of "stories" I'm going to start posting today never appeared in the magazine.

These pieces may be anywhere from a paragraph to several pages. Some will be more interesting, or hotter, than others. I'll leave that for you to judge.

To liven things up, I'll occasionally throw in photos, which may only tangentially have anything to do with the stories, sometimes not even that.

FROM A BUSINESSMAN:

1. FILM-AND-TV-OGRAPHY

My interest in male bondage goes back as far as my earliest inclinations towards homosexuality.

When I was growing up, I enjoyed watching TV programs with jungle or western themes. I'll never forget an episode of an early '50s show, Ramar of the Jungle, starring Jon Hall. Ramar, his associate Howard, and several others, are rounded up by blood-thirsty African natives and taken to a clearing. Howard, a rather attractive young man in his 30s, is tied spreadeagle style between two trees. Just as a native is about the cut the vines that would spring the tree branches and, in the process, tear Howard's body apart, a shot rings out and the safari members are saved. Though I was only five years old at the time, I clearly remember how turned on I was at the sight of a young man in bondage and threatened with death. Of course, I could not understand why I harbored those feelings, and this worried me. Nevertheless, as time went on, I deliberately sought out other such programs and movies that might contain similar scenes to tantalize my libido. Not surprisingly, many were discovered in films/shows of an adventure/western/horror nature. Here are just a few of my all time favorites:

• Wagon Train (TV, episode title unknown). Hunky Robert Horton, captured by Indians, is stripped to the waist and spreadeagled between two vertical posts. As the midday sun broils his naked body, Horton is subjected to whippings and verbal abuse.

• Tarzan's Secret Treasure (1941 feature). Tarzan's sexy teenage son, Boy, is captured by a tribe of African natives. He struggles to escape, but is overcome by the tribesmen, tied to a post and nearly burned to death.

• The Magic Sword (1962 feature). Gorgeous Gary Lockwood, playing a knight, is stripped to the waist and tied spreadeagle-style between two posts by an evil sorcerer's henchman. His body gleams with sweat as he struggles against his bonds, to no avail. Before he can be slain, he is rescued at the 11th hour.

• Macumba Love (1960 feature). A young newlywed is snatched by frenzied voodoo worshippers in Haiti and taken to a midnight ritual. His coat and shirt are torn off and he is spreadeagled on the ground between four posts. As the chanting natives dance up a storm, the terrified young man is slowly skewered to death.

• Daniel Boone (1936 feature). A hunky young pioneer is abducted by Indians as he steps out of his canoe. In the next scene we see him tied to a tree, surrounded by Indians bearing torches. A last glimpse of the frantic, struggling young man, his shirtless body bulging against the ropes as he is set afire, is a classic!

2. "I STOOD IN ECSTACY AS MARK SOBBED"

My first experience in acting out a bondage fantasy came when I was about eight years old. I was horsing around with Mark, a young friend of my brother, on our front porch. Wrestling with this boy rekindled the same strange sensations within me I had been experiencing more and more, always around other boys. Overpowering Mark, I tied his wrists together, and fastened the end of the rope to the screen door handle above his head. I stood there in a state of barely contained ecstacy as Mark sobbed, trying to free himself. I was just about to run my hands over his body when I caught a glimpse of his mother walking the dog, heading straight towards us! Horrified, I quickly unbound Mark and managed to calm him down. By the time his mother had reached us, Mark had fully regained his composure and I breathed a deep sigh of relief!

As I matured, I entertained a vast number of custom-made sexual bondage fantasies for my own private daydreaming and jerkoff sessions. Although I was beginning to experiment with male sex, I never had the guts to suggest a bondage scenario to a partner. I satisfied my lusty desires strictly on a fantasy level. I peopled my daydreams with guys I knew, guys I wished I knew, attractive show biz types, etc. My fantasy repertoire runs the gamut, from envisioning steamy sessions in which muscular blonde studs are chained and tortured by savage natives, lust-ridden women and sadistic POW camp wardens, to personal bits wherein I drug, bind and gag the cute guy in the next office, and spend hours teasing, torturing and molesting him.

3. TORTURERS AND VICTIMS

As much as I revel in fantasizing about other guys undergoing enforced bondage sex, I get an equal amount of pleasure dreaming about myself as the “victim”. One of my all-time favorite fantasies has me cornered and overpowered by half a dozen hostile black guys. First, let me explain that I have always been blown away by the concept of hot sex between men of different races. The sight of two contrast-colored men writhing ecstatically in each others' arms gets my adrenalin pumping faster than anything else I can think of! Add to this concept the element of bondage and S/M, especially when there is a struggle between one guy and a group of men of a different race, and I am really gone! Back to my fantasy...I am carried away by these men, stripped down to my bikini briefs, and suspended spreadeagle-style vertically to two posts or horizontally across a plane. For hours I am teased, and tortured, and blown off again and again, finally dying in their hands. I sometimes like to cast my fantasy with some of the black men I have enjoyed sex/relationships with over the past few years, motivating their hostile actions against me with real or imagined wrongs I have done to them.

4. “I BIT HIM GENTLY ON THE LIP”

My first real bondage experience occurred quite recently, when I answered a personal ad in a popular gay tabloid. Russ invited me to his apartment for dinner and drinks first. Slightly older, attractive and definitely dominant, Russ had plenty of experience as a topman, and a box of equipment that would have done any dungeon proud. After clearing up, I excused myself, went into the bathroom to tidy up, walked out into the livingroom and was seized from behind by my friend. He tied my hands behind my back and gagged me. Before I knew it, I was lying across the floor, helpless, while he coolly lit a cigarette, then started rummaging through his bag of tricks.

Russ systematically stripped me nude and fastened leather clasps to my wrists and ankles. Minutes later, I was securely chained in spreadeagle fashion across a small cot. Russ turned off all the lights, lit 3 candles and placed them around the room. He turned on pulsating music with a Latin flavor, and began burning incense. Not only did the atmosphere of the room change, but so did my host's attitude. He changed from an amiable, good-natured type to a slightly sinister, “in-control” topman who demanded I address him as “sir”, or else. He left me alone for ten minutes in that dark, foreboding room, while he busied himself in the bedroom. Lying there on my back, totally naked, my arms and legs stretched to the aching point, made me think that perhaps I was foolish to put my body at the mercy of a guy who I’ve known for little more than an hour. This threat of danger heightened my excitement and anticipation even more, and I could hardly wait for Russ to come back to me. He finally did, now dressed only in a leather brief and leather vest. He savored the sight of my body instinctively struggling against the restraints.

I decided to test his authority and bit him gently on the lip when he lowered his face over mine. Genuinely angered, Russ decided I needed to be taught a lesson. He paddled me good across the side of my rump, then applied two tit clamps to my sensitive nipples. The pain was real, and I tried hard to free myself so that I could remove the clamps, but it was no use. Russ felt I had to be punished even more. He removed a medium size butt plug from his collection, greased the tip and applied it firmly to my ass. By this point, I realized I should not have tested this man’s patience, and I was the obedient slave for the remainder of the scene.

Russ massaged my entire body,made love to it, and granted me the favor of sucking on his balls and erect prick. Finally, he grabbed my own well-moistened prick, and began to jerk it off violently. This was the true height of ecstacy! He demanded that I shoot off a thick load of sizzling cum...or else. Naturally, I fought back, and pulled hard against the relentless chains. Inevitably, I let loose with a geyser of creamy cum, and continued doing so while Russ mercilessly jerked me off. Lying there exhausted, Russ embraced my body and sensuously French kissed my mouth, over and over again.