Two stories here from the lost manuscript, both sent me, I believe, by the same writer. Readers may call my attention to the fact that you should not leave a person gagged all alone, and that was the kind of thing we reminded people about in Bound & Gagged, but this was before Bound & Gagged, and the question of this kind of bondage safety did not come up much then.
ENGLISHMAN SPENDS VACATION TIED UP IN NEW YORK
I received a phone call from a friend of a friend who had arrived in New York from England. His name was Steve and he planned to be in New York for a number of days before visiting other parts of the United States. We made arrangements to meet that evening.
Steve was in his early twenties, blond hair with brown eyes, slim bodied and quite good looking. We started the evening at a restaurant & then walked around. We ended it going to bed together. While in bed he made a few moves and said a few things that made me think he might be into bondage. I was sitting on his chest and was about to face fuck him (this was in the days before AIDS) when I quickly grabbed a piece of rope I had handy in a drawer next to the bed and tied his hands together & proceeded to fuck his mouth. I came down his throat within a few minutes, leaving him gasping & writhing.
The more dominant part of my sexual nature was now touched off. I tied his legs together & hoisted him over my knees in order to spank him. I could see this took him by surprise. His torso was firmly planted over my knees while his tied arms lay draped over one end & his tied legs over the other & he was squirming. I grabbed one of the socks still in my sneaker, stuffed it in his mouth & secured it in place with a large handkerchief, “just to keep you quiet,” as I told him.
A fter spanking him a short while to the accompaniment of the muffled noises he was making, I placed him back on the bed face up and removed his gag to ask how he was doing. He replied with a big smile. I regagged him, this time with his own underwear secured with a cord belt he had been wearing, and then turned him over on his stomach & fastened his already bound arms & legs to the bed with more rope. I also looped a piece of rope around his stomach & tied it to the bed to restrict movement further. Then I fucked him.
Steve spent the rest of the night tied to the bed, and gagged. The underwear & belt gag was removed because I thought it would be too unwieldy to sleep in, & in its place I taped his mouth with several strips of duct tape.
The next morning I had to go to work, and after untying Steve from the bed (though keeping his hands tied) & untying his legs to allow him to go to the bathroom, I asked him how he would feel about being left bound & gagged in my apartment while I was at the office. Still gagged, he nodded his head affirmatively. I led him back to the bed to which I once again tied him, this time spread eagle on his stomach. I fucked him before I left for work. As my office is located only a few blocks from my apartment, I told Steve I would be back at lunch time, in about 4 hours, to check on him.
At lunchtime I found Steve just as I'd left him. I untied him completely— except for his hands which I left bound together in front, & ungagged him. He then had a "free" half hour — to go to the bathroom, eat & stretch. When it was time for me to return to the office, Steve was rebound hand & foot, then propped up in a sitting position on the bed to give me a quick blow job. I regagged him, this time with a handkerchief, & tied him to the bed, resting on his side with his hands behind him. A rope around his stomach secured him to the bed.
When I came home from work for the day, I released Steve from the ropes & gag, & he was able to take a shower & relax. We then went to eat & spent the evening out. When we returned for the night, I tied him up again. He stayed tied up and gagged for most of the next several days, until it was time for him to leave New York to continue his trip.
I could probably find a photo to go with the following story if I spent hours looking for one…
CONSIDERATE FUCKER UNGAGS FUCKEE LONG ENOUGH TO FULFILL A REQUEST
I was at the baths one night (this was in pre-AIDS times) and a guy came into my room & started playing with my cock. After a few minutes he asked if I would like to follow him to his room. I did, & as soon as he closed the door behind us, he whipped out a piece of rope & tied my hands in back of me. He then grabbed a handkerchief from a bag he had in the room & gagged me with it, using another handkerchief to secure it in place. He then threw me on the bed face down & tied my legs, then started to fuck me.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. The guy said it was an attendant coming for a joint he had promised him. He grabbed me off the bed & stuffed me into the corner between the door & the wall, so that when the door was slightly opened to allow him to give the attendant the joint, I would be out of view.
After the joint was handed to the attendant & the door closed, he tossed me onto the bed & continued where he had been interrupted. After some time I felt the need for more lubrication but couldn't communicate this clearly due to the gag in my mouth. However, he knew I was trying to tell him something & he removed the gag. When I told him what I wanted, he repositioned the gag, applied more lubrication & continued as before. We came at the same time.
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