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Lost Bondage Stories - 22

Two more letters describing fantasies and experiences by guys who filled out my NYBC questionnaire way back in the mid-eighties. None of the actual experiences recorded here were necessarily wonderful , or even very happy ones, and the fantasy at the end is, for me, a little grizzly, but what I love about these letters is what I've always loved about most Bound & Gagged submissions: the voices of the writers as they talk about the things that matter more to them than possibly anything else in their lives. Wish I could get all of you who'll be reading this, to write me in your own words about your own bondage experiences and fantasies, no matter how good, bad or just plain ordinary they may seem to you. You telling me about them will make them extraordinary. You know how to reach me: [email protected].

 

LOSES BET, BUT KEEPS FAITH

 

NEW YORK. I was 19 or 20 and had fantasies previously of bondage. I was walking around the West Village one afternoon when a guy dressed in leather driving a car pulled up to me. He invited me into the car. I got in. We talked, and decided to go to a cheap hotel nearby. He asked me if I’d ever been spanked or whipped before. I told him no, but I had fantasies. He said if I could withstand a paddling/whipping by him, he would give me $10. I wasn’t hustling him, I was just a naive kid, so I agreed. He was even going to make it easy for me by letting me keep on my jeans. I agreed to have my hands tied behind my back.

Johnny Boy Hogtied

Don't think I've posted any of these photos before. Even if I have, a cute guy hogtied is always a pleasure to behold, and to rebehold. Especially if he struggles and bucks and squirms and despite his effort fails to get loose; that's when he realizes he's really tied up.

 

Sorry if there's some red-eye in a few of these. I've forgotten which photoshop tool corrects that.

Lost Bondage Stories - 21

When I ask guys to write me about their bondage adventures, many are reluctant, saying their experiences have not been particularly interesting, certainly not unusual, just the same old same old, or even that their most memorable experiences were disappointing ones. When I have gotten them to write me, even those who thought their experiences boring or bad, turned out to be interesting, because 1) they were about bondage and 2) they were written in the writer's unique voice. Not all writings about bondage need to be hot; some are simply informative, and for that reason alone they are interesting…at least to me.

 

WHEN BONDAGE DOESN’T WORK

 

The most unsatisfactory bondage experiences always have certain characteristics in common. One example captures most of these traits. Once, while in N.Y., I met a guy who insisted he was heavily into bondage. We went to his place. He had no gear at all, only a few pieces of rope.

Hogtied and Spreadeagled

A bunch of pics of Johnny Hill, a real cute guy who looked even cuter made helpless like this.

Lost Bondage Stories - 20

From the never-published book of Bound & Gagged stories taken from my early New York Bondage Club files and sadly lost until recently, here's a fascinating fantasy that, most unusually, reads as well as good bondage fiction. It clamors for some great Japanese bondage art which, unfortunately, I do not have for it.

 

OVER THE FOOTBRIDGE AND UNDER THE TORII

 

I hope to, one day, take a trip to Japan, for obvious reasons. I would like to see if it is true that bondage is as popular there as I’ve been led to believe. My favorite fantasy involves meeting a hot, muscular Japanese boy in a leather bar in Tokyo. Naturally, he's the hottest thing in the place, but he only has eyes for me. Soon we’re speeding away from downtown on his motorcycle. I'm seated behind him, naturally, and our leather squeals as it rubs together in the warm night air.

Tormenting Polish Lancelot, in 3 Positions - 2

Here's the second part of the session, the Third Position.

Tormenting Polish Lancelot, in 3 Positions - 1

Since these photos were taken in late March of 2005, and we closed shop at the end of May of that year, it's altogether possible we never published them. I, at any rate, don't remember seeing them in any of the last issues, and I'm too lazy to go looking now. One thing is certain: I didn't see Lancelot when he came to model. He was taken in hand by Jeff and Jonathan, who clearly had a good time tormenting him.

 

I've pruned the photos down, but there's still a large quantity, for which reason I'll post them in two batches, one today, the other tomorrow.

Lost Bondage Stories - 19

Three short pieces from my unpublished early book, not all with happy endings.

 

SLAVE JUDGES MASTER

 

A Master I had been seeing had a series of pullies in his cieling. He managed to raise me up by them so that my hands and feet were manacled and chained to the cieling, placing my horizontal body suspended in the air with my legs spread and my ass completely open to him.

Brandon Hogtied

Several requests have come in asking for more photos of cute Brandon. Here's a set we did of this adorable kid nicely hogtied, then a little bit tickled, a little bit spanked, a little bit paddled and a lot more tied down.

Lost Bondage Stories - 17

In the book that never got published, I warned readers, as I would continue to do in Bound & Gagged, that some of the bondage experiences people wrote me about and sent me with their New York Bondage Club questionnaires should be enjoyed vicariously, if at all. Here are two such experiences, with my original warning. Sorry, no pics with these.

 

TWO TALES OF SEXUAL ABUSE

 

[Though it is our pleasure in this book merely to reprint actual experiences as they have been set down by those who have written about them to us, a word of caution is in order for the following letters. In both cases, several cardinal principles of the NYBC were transgressed. We can never urge our members enough to avoid mixing bondage with drugs, and we further strongly dissuade members from letting people they don't know well, or who don’t come to them with impeccable references, tie them up in motels or (especially) in their own home. The following experiences may make good jerk-off reading, but are not to be recommended as scenarios for a rainy afternoon. We congratulate the writers on having survived them. Others might not have been so lucky.]

 

 

1. YOUNG BOY ABUSED BY ELDERLY PHYSICIAN

 

I believe I first became aware of my fascination with bondage when I was 10-12 years old. I was very excited, turned on, aroused by bondage scenes in comic books and comic strips in the newspapers. The comic strip I remember most vividly was one in which Dick Tracy was kept bound in a basement for weeks. He was sitting on a box, feet tied together, and his arms were tied tight just above the elbows. They were tied to a pipe. This way his hands were free, but powerless to do anything to free himself. He was fed on a few peas on a plate & a small amount of water.