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.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of the need to hold on, with my arms around his slim waist, my left hand hangs in his crotch, gripping the ample endowment in his pants. He had told me in the bar that he had a place in the country, and wanted to know if I would like to come home with him. I stared into those warm, dark eyes looking at me from under his leather cap, before my gaze ran down to the white T-shirt that showed through his open leather jacket. The shirt had a logo on it that said “Torso”, with a drawing of a muscular torso. Behind that logo I spotted what I thought to be the model for that T-shirt — his own torso. My gaze continued down past his handcuff-belt and his leather-covered bulging cock to the chain-bound leather boots. Looking back up into his eyes, I smiled and said, “Sure.”
Now here we were, speeding down streets leading to the suburbs of Tokyo. Suddenly, in the reverie of our encounter and the promise of the evening, I realized that he had deftly handcuffed my hands together while I grasped his waist. That sent a surge of blood gorging my prick. The sensation of being cuffed tight against this beautiful Oriental, astride his vibrating, powerful machine between my legs, was nothing short of erotic. My hard cock was pressed against his back the whole trip. Although my hands were cuffed, I wasn’t totally helpless; I was still able to reach down into his crotch and easily grasp that enormous shaft, running down his left leather-panted leg.
Finally, after almost an hour, we turned off the main highway and picked up a dirt road. We had obviously reached the suburbs. A quick turn off that road and we were on a private, winding road running through thick woods. We finally turn into a clearing, with a typically picturesque Japanese house, and off to the left, through a Torii, or gate, a garden.
As we park, he opens one cuff and we get off the bike. He leads me right into the garden. It’s a fairyland garden, complete with stone lanterns, other Torii and high-arched bridges over a small stream. We approach a grouping of stone table and chairs. He pushes me down on a seat and cuffs my hands behind. He bends over, gives me a long, hot tongue into my mouth and then walks to the house. Taking off his boots at the door, he disappears inside. Fifteen minutes later he reappears, carrying a tray with tea paraphernalia on it, and clad only in a leather harness, the front of which disappears behind a large, bulging leather posing strap.
Setting the tray down, he opens the handcuffs and orders me to undress. He doesn’t have to ask twice. I pull my pants down, revealing my rawhide-wrapped hard cock. A smile of satisfaction crosses his face. Once I’m fully naked, he tells me to put my boots back on. We then calmly sit down and drink some tea. After a few sips, he pulls out a joint, which he explains is Thai stick. After only a couple of tokes I start to feel it. In fact, I feel fantastic. When I tell him how good I feel, he smiles with that sexy look, and tells me that the tea is a special Oriental aphrodisiac.
My cock pushes its veins hard against its bonds. We drink two cups of tea, and then he tells me to stand up, which I do, slightly unsteadily. Once standing, he straps a black leather belt around my waist, which has rows of studs and rings all around it. On the back hangs a dog clip, along with two others left and right. Pinning my hands behind me, he reattaches the dangling handcuff and then snaps the rear dog clip to the middle of the cuffs. He leads me over a bridge to what appears to be a small island in the stream, with a large Torii on it. Putting me under it, he gently but forcefully pushes me down on my knees. I don’t need much encouragement — I have been wanting to taste that piece of meat for at least two hours. But I soon realize that I am to wait some more. He tauntingly presses my face against the bulging leather, allowing me to only lick at it, and the few pubic hairs sticking out.
Slowly I run my tongue up and down his smooth legs, poking into the pouch as much as I can, whenever I pass his crotch. Unable to wait any longer, I grip the pouch in my teeth and pull hard. As the snaps open up, the great burden that was dammed behind that piece of leather bursts forth. An involuntary moan escapes my throat when I see the full ten inches of that fat ramrod, with precum oozing from the slit atop the bulbous head. I now run my tongue from the tip right down to the base, encircled by the ring of his leather harness. Poking my tongue behind the ring, I trace a pattern down under his balls. The smell of his sweat combined with the leather is intoxicating. I then lick each ball, before reaching back up the shaft to the head.
Withdrawing, he walks behind me, out of sight. After noting some metallic sounds, he returns, telling me to stand up. He then puts leather cuffs on my wrists, and then I hear dog clips snap on each. Opening and removing the handcuffs, I barely have time to react when my hands are being pulled up toward two pulleys in the Torii over my head. He takes a small, 1-inch leather strap with a ring attached, and snaps it around my balls. Going to either sidepost of the Torii, he pulls out two more ropes from two pulleys located on either side of me, near the ground. He quickly ties them around each booted ankle and pulls the other ends of the ropes, pulling my legs apart, until there are four feet between my boots. He then runs the ends of the ropes through the ring in the ball-strap, and ties it off.
I quickly realize that I don’t dare try to bring my legs together (that is, any more than feels good).
By now, I realize that I am firmly stretched on the Japanese version of a rack. He disappears behind me, then reappears holding a very long rope by the center. My cock bounces in anticipation as much as the bound balls permit. Over the rawhide and leather strap which already encircle my distended balls he winds the rope around the whole, making a simple overhand knot above my hot prick. Running the strands together, he ties them into a knot just below my navel. Continuing up to my neck, he ties two more knots; one just below my nipples and one just below my neck. Passing the strands over each shoulder, he draws them around to the front, and continues to encircle me in the familiarly erotic harness of rope.
When he reaches the crotch, he loops two more winds around my already well-wrapped balls. With the remaining lengths, he runs them down each leg in successive loops, until he ties each off at the ankle. Taking still another, but shorter rope than the first, he threads it under the knot just below my neck, positioning it in the center of the rope. Each strand he then runs up each arm, looping in similar fashion as he did on my legs, until he reaches each wrist restraint, where he ties them off. He then reaches for another rope, which appears to be quite long. He ties one end to my left ankle, and then alternately runs the other end through screw eyes in the Torii, and back to some loop of rope gripping my body in its harness. After he’s run up my left side all the way up to my left wrist, he runs it to the right side and down to the right ankle. From there, he runs the rope through the loops around each leg, until he again reaches my crotch. Needless to say, he ties that off around my balls. I now know what a fly feels like, stretched within this web of rope.
But he has one more touch; taking a 6-foot length of rawhide, he ties the center of it just under the head of my engorged cock, gleaming with the crystal-clear ooze of precum. He pushes my rod up against my stomach, under the ropes that knot and criss-cross there. As if these ropes are not sufficient to hold it in place, he winds the rawhide around the strands of rope and then my prick, firmly lashing it in place. With my balls wrapped in many layers of rawhide, leather and rope, being yanked downward, and my shaft lashed upward against my belly, I cannot remember when I ever had a more intense erection, with the veins standing out wherever rope or rawhide did not prevent.
By now the precum is running down in such quantities that I feel that orgasm is imminent. The sensation of being so firmly and so completely bound in this position, looking at this beautiful man in front of me, clad in his leather harness, with an enormous cock standing straight out toward me, makes me squirm and pull against my bonds. That familiar feeling of heat starts behind my choked balls.
Noting my rising anxiety, he gives me another of his sensuous smiles and reaches for another length of rawhide. This one he ties around his own balls, which spill through the ring in his harness. He criss-crosses it a few times, separating the great sacs from each other. His own massive shaft is glistening from ample amounts of precum. Grabbing the long ends of the rawhide in one hand and the head of his cock in the other, he yanks his balls and strokes his meat, as he runs his eyes over the piece of art in front of him that he’s created. As he, slowly strokes, his muscles stand out through the tight straps of leather, and his body slightly hunches over, with his pelvis thrust toward me.
He suddenly stops, as we both are aware of how close we are to climax; his brought on by physical manipulation as well as by the sight of his bound captive; and mine by the erotic bonds and the sight of my muscular leather-clad captor. Taking the ends of the rawhide that grip his balls, he ties them around my pleasantly aching globes, which by now are shining purple pieces of meat that are pulled far from the bound shaft above them. Having fastened our balls to each other, he steps back, joining us in a mutual and equal feeling of testicular arousal.
He then resumes jerking his glistening, thick shaft, while alternately pulling back and forth on the rawhide between us. With each pull, I work the muscles between my legs and in my ass, bringing the familiar feeling.of heat higher-and higher. As we both reach closer to orgasm our bodies increase their undulations. Gradually his strokes increase in tempo until his hand becomes a blur, and the pull on our balls increases. As his breathing becomes heavier, he pulls back further on our balls, until he is practically leaning against it. Finally, I detect a low moan emit from him. Simultaneously, the pressure in my balls builds from the semen forcing its way through the layers of restraint. Suddenly, with a great cry, his body stiffens, releasing the pressure on our balls, and he shoots great wads of gism at me. The sight of him reaching orgasm, combined with the feeling of hot come hitting my cock, brings on my own climax. With a great push, the come works its way through and gushes forth, hitting the various ropes, and leather, ending in a fountain oozing down the bound shaft.
Wrapping his arms around me, he tightly presses our bodies together, bringing final drops of come out our well-worked cocks and over our bellies. After he’s assured that we are both spent, he slowly releases me from my bonds. My muscles react achingly, but well-satisfied.
A few moments in each others’ arms, and we adjourn to relax with more tea and another joint; for the night is not over. It isn’t long before I have his beautiful body stretched within the Torii, for now it is my turn. And so the night continues with us doing various things to each other. Everything from golden showers to dildoes and various and assorted restraints and toys. But that’s another story.
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