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.
I would take these comic strips into the bathroom and sit for hours playing with my cock. During this time I would hang around boys who were 16-18 years old, and they would tie me up to keep me from bothering them. I was tied to trees in the woods (I grew up in the country), to chairs & beds. There was no sex involving them, but I would be so turned on that I would leak precum profusely.
My first true bondage experience occurred when I was 19. I met a man in his early sixties who, as I look back on it, must have been an expert, a very experienced bondage man. He took me to a motel, put a leather hood on me, stuffed his underwear in my mouth, wrapped the lower part of my head with ace bandage. I was spread-eagled tight on the bed. My tits were played with & I quickly became very hard. Suddenly my cock was whipped hard (I found out afterwards that it was with leather thongs). He wrapped my sac tight, forcing the balls into the bottom of the sac, then pulled them tight and tied it to the foot of the bed, pulling so tight that I moved as much as I could to the end of the bed, thus tightening the restraints on my arms.
Then he tied 2 leather thongs to the base of my cock and pulled one tight to the right to the rail of the bed; the other he tied tight to the left. This left me so I couldn’t move my groin area. I heard the man moving around in the room. It was not long before I felt a sharp jab in my left arm followed by a stinging sensation. Soon I began to feel strange — good, but strange. (This was my first experience with any sort of drug. I later found out the man was a doctor and a hypnotist — I do not know what he injected me with). I began to float, somewhat high. I was scared as hell, but really turned on.
A little later something popped under my nose, and a strange smell invaded my nose, filling my head, then my entire body. I began to become so turned on that I squirmed & struggled to reach my cock with my hand or to turn over on my side or my stomach enough to rub my hard cock on the bed. I couldn’t begin to touch it with anything. Another hit of popper, and suddenly the man began to whip my cock ferociously with the leather thongs. The pain was intense, but almost immediately after each lash, the hurt turned to a general feeling of warmth, of caress, good feeling.
He kept this up for some time, until I was exhausted with struggling. Suddenly I felt something wet and warm being rubbed into my pubic area. I soon figured out he was shaving me — bald. More amyl. Then something rubbed into the freshly shaved area. Soon I was on fire — a pain which began to build & spread — my nuts, sac, cock, crotch area were aflame with what I learned later was HEET.
I heard him moving around, then suddenly the door of the motel opened & closed. Although I was really turned on, burning like hell, I was scared. The fire continued for I don't know how long. Gradually the sharp pain subsided into a more general, dull overall ache & burn.
The door opened, and I felt my left hand being released. Then the door closed again. Frantically I began to take off the hood & gag & untie myself. When I completed the job, I found he had gone. This experience was so great, so well executed on me, a novice, that it was years before I found anything else to equal it.
[Either this account came in anonymously, or the writer never answered the question I wrote in the margin: Did you leave the hood behind when you left the motel room?]
2. ADULT ABUSED BY STUDENT
Probably my most satisfactory bondage experience occurred about 6-7 years ago. I was about 36 or 37, and I had met a young 20 yr. old guy who was a student at the local university. He seemed to be eyeing me (I was in jeans, boots, leather jacket). We struck up a conversation and he said he was attracted to the boots & jacket. I told him I dug leather, had lots of it, and that I was especially turned on to bondage. He said he had never gotten into bondage, but had thought about it a great deal. He said he would like to give it a try if I was game to have him tie me up. Never wanting to miss a bondage opportunity, I said yes. We went to my place & had a drink. He checked out my playroom, getting familiar with the layout & gear while I sat in the den wondering if it was going to turn into anything worthwhile.
He came back in & we had another drink. He got out some coke & we had a few lines — enough to begin to feel the effects. He went into the game room & came out with some gear.
He put leather mitts on my hands, leather restraints on my wrists, & padlocked them behind my back. He gave me a couple more lines of coke. Then he covered my eyes with tape, then put one of my leather hoods on me, lacing it tight, leaving only nose & mouth exposed. He told me to open my mouth. I did & he put his hand into it, placed something in my mouth & told me to swallow. I did. He then put a leather gag in my mouth, buckled it behind my head.
He walked me into the gameroom, unlocked my hands, put them in front of me, relocked them, then put them over my head & locked them to a ring in a beam. He put a leather restraint on each ankle and spread my legs wide, fastening them to each wall. He then told me that I should begin to feel good in 15 or 20 minutes, that he had given me some MDA, and that the effect would last for 7 or 8 hours, and that I was going to get more before it wore off.
He left the room and I stood there, turned on, waiting. After a while I began to get mild rushes sweeping my body. I became extremely turned on. The rushes got a little stronger. I heard him come into the room, and he began to play with my ass. Soon he was putting a dildo in it, and strapping it in place — tight.
Some coke. A little play with my cock. Heavy dose of amyl. By now I’m really flying, squirming. He releases my hands & feet, and walks me to the bondage table. He lays me down on my back. Arms down by sides but away from body, legs spread. He locks my wrists and ankles to rings in the table. Then he takes rope and literally laces me to the table, running the rope from one ring to another, moving up each leg, groin, waist, chest, up each arm to armpit, neck. My head is tied to the table also. Nylon parachute cord is tied around my balls and pulled tight to a ring on the table beneath my crotch. I couldn't move at all — even my head.
He played with my cock, making me squirm with desire. Then he gave me a little more coke, more amyl, & walked out. Very soon my entire being, physical, emotional, psychological was enflamed with desire — sexual desire. I tried desperately to touch my cock & balls, but couldn’t. My every fiber focused on my cock & groin. I squirmed, struggled — no use. I felt something going on my head, over my ears on the outside of the hood — Then Pink Floyd music flooded my entire being. I couldn’t hear the guy. I couldn’t tell if he was in the room or not.
Suddenly an amyl-soaked cloth covered my nose — only long enough for a couple of breaths. This seemed to reactivate the effects of the MDA, re-intensify them. No touch by this guy. Is he in the room? What is he going to do next? Suddenly I feel his warm mouth over my cock, just the head, teasing it, taunting me, making me squirm, making me strain to lift my hips & thrust my cock farther into his mouth, but I can’t move, & he won’t take my cock — only the head. The sensation is exquisite torture.
Suddenly I feel a clamp on each tit, enough pain to distract me from my cock. Then amyl. The wave of desire all over again. A light touch on my leg, arm, chest, a caress on my cock. Then nothing. Only bondage, music, MDA blotting out all the rest of the world. I need to cum, to touch my cock. Impossible.
Later I feel my feet and legs being released. My legs are pulled up off the table, fastened to the ceiling so that my ass is available. The dildo is forced in farther, then pulled out almost to the end, then in — I’m being fucked by this dildo. My head, chest, arms are still laced to the table. More coke. He leaves. I wait, struggle. The coke takes effect. My cock & ass need attention — anything — hard — rough. I can’t touch them. How long? 15 minutes? 30? Suddenly more coke. Then amyl rag over nose. Taped on. I breathe. Try to move head to loosen rag. Can’t. My head fills with amyl — fills my body — I hold my breath. Have to breathe. Take in more amyl. It’s re-activating the MDA & coke. Suddenly the rag is removed. I’m floating — high — ass & cock burning with desire. I try to scream through the gag — beg to be touched. Ass is being expanded. Dildo worked. Removed. Bigger one — I want it bigger — Bigger — More — Hurt me — Anything —Please — Keep me a prisoner — Keep me like this for days.
This sort of action continued for about 10 hours. Finally, in a last burst of amyl and sexual intensity, the gag was ripped from my mouth and replaced with the guy’s cock. I felt as though I wanted to take it forever, bigger, longer, more. Suddenly a hot, pumping stream of cum burst loose from his cock and was pumped into my throat. After he was drained, he replaced the gag and left me alone. Still burning with desire, my unrelieved cock continued to strain for release.
It was not until about 4 hours later (after he had taken a nap) that he sucked me off before releasing me.
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