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Bondage Photos from the B&G Files - 3

There may be overlap with some photos in my files, some of them getting posted several times. It would be too much work for me to remove them, even if I remembered where and when they'd appeared before. Anyhow, bondage photos are (almost) always worth a second look.

Lost Bondage Stories - 30

Three short pieces from my unpublished book of bondage experiences and fantasies, the first a memory of high school days, the second and third both fantasies, one from a top's perspective, the other from a bottom's. The top who writes about his fantasy also recounts an actual experience he claims to have had. That one seems to me mainly wishful thinking, but if any of you had had done to him what he says he did to his bottom, please let me know. The soccer star story immediately became a favorite of mine, no doubt because I love it when tops give specific instructions, telling their bottoms exactly how to perform.

 

SOCCER STAR BINDS AND ABUSES PREP-SCHOOL BOY

 

I was almost 16 when I had my first bondage experience. It was at Williston Academy (then an all boys' school) in Easthampton Massachusetts. Every student had a “work-job”...I was responsible for locking up the Varsity Soccer Team’s sports equipment and uniforms after practice and home games. A terrific job since I had a real crush on Paul, a Junior on the team. He was about 6" taller than I was, very blonde, with aqua blue eyes, a freckled nose, and a real J.F.K. smile that lit up his face...his body was a dream. Sexy biceps, slim waist, very muscular legs, and a beautiful hairless chest. When he’d catch me looking at him, he always met my glances and smiled. We rarely spoke.

Lost Bondage Stories - 31

For me, personally, the best recent find from my unpublished book of male bondage accounts was this interview I conducted back in the 1980s with the late and much lamented Jim Stewart, founder of Fetters. If Jim alone was not the single person most responsible for inspiring the modern bondage movement, he is certainly one of its gods, justly deserving pride of place in its pantheon. I'd completely forgotten I'd ever done this interview, which at the time I'd simply titled

 

 

INTERVIEW WITH A BRITISH BONDAGE FANATIC

 

Q. How old were you when you first became aware of your interest in bondage?

 

A. Interest and awareness of interest are two different things. I think the more I became aware of bondage the more I realized that certain experiences in the past were connected with it.

Bondage Photos from the B&G Files - 2

The first photos here were taken at a B&G Night at a bar in Chicago around the time of IML. The rest come a little bit from all over.

The Gag Lover's Tale

Here's a wonderful bondage bio I just received from a new English friend, who's also done an interview with me on his blog, appropriately called Keep Your Mouth Shut.

 

 

The Gag Lover’s Tale

 

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Being born in the mid 1980s and growing up as a child of the 90s I suppose I had my bondage awakening in a more liberated time than a lot of others before me. I often read stories of people who were living a bondage life-style in the 70s or 80s and am always awed by the bravery they displayed in a less forgiving age. I sometimes feel that if these guys had not set the path before me then I think I would still be very repressed and most likely very depressed.

Lost Bondage Stories - 29

Another great story from my unpublished bondage book, most of the stories culled from responses to applications to the newly formed New York Bondage Club back in 1984 through 1988, when I ran it. The club is now in its 31st year, and still going strong.

 

FANTASY TO FACT

I'd like to tell you about one sexy friend of mine and a couple of great encounters we had. Knowing that the story I’m about to tell you is hot, I decided to get myself into the right mood. First, I smoked half a joint and then wrapped my torso in a rope harness. Now, of course, the problem will be to finish this, before I finish off that shaft of hard flesh sticking out from its leather and rope wrappings. But that’s another story. This one is about a couple of evenings of bondage fun I had with my sexy friend.

Bondage Photos from the B&G Files - 1

I've got a ton of these, sent in by readers with their photo IDs and releases. In some cases, just a photo or two fell out of a letter; in other cases, a whole bunch, disparate or part of a series. Some were entries to our photo contests, others were sent us just because the readers wanted to see their bound selves in print. There's very little of HD quality in the majority of these, but they come across loud and clear all the same. I'll try to arrange them in an orderly fashion, and turn them in what I think is the right direction, but a lot of the time almost certainly won't succeed.

Serious Bondage

If you're interested in complicated, absolutely inescapable bondage, Serious Male Bondage provides some of the best I've ever seen, both when it comes to design, contraptions and the laying on of ropes and straps and chains. If you're looking to be made absolutely helpless, or see photos and videos of absolutely helpless men, check out SMB!

 

 

Lost Bondage Stories - 28

Still another story from my unpublished book of NYBC members' experiences, which I completely forgot existed in the years I was publishing Bound & Gagged. I love the honesty and simplicity of this guy's first experience, and the way it came to dominate his fantasies afterwards.

 

 

“HE ORDERED ME ON THE BED WHERE I GOT HOG TIED”

 

I have always had an interest in bondage. When I was 9 or 10 years old I remember reading this story where a boy of about my age was kidnapped by some guy (I can't remember why) and was bound hand and foot in the back seat of this guy’s car. Every so often this man would return and wring out a towel on this boy’s face (again, please don't ask why because I couldn’t tell you). Anyways, I can’t say I was sexually aware at that time, but I do know the story excited me and I kept fantasizing I was in that boys place.

Bondage for Real

This story, from New Mexico, came in on the heels of the story I posted on Friday, also from New Mexico, so I placed them one after the other in the same issue, No. 58 [May/June 1997]. This one is about bondage when it happens for real, non-consensually. Such stories don't always have happy outcomes. Those that do provide the basis for many guys' happy jerkoff sessions. This writer had two such "happy outcomes," even if he later went on to find a non-bondage-loving lover. Well, you can't have everything.

 

Have any of you had less than consensual bondage experiences? I wish you'd write me about them. I wish you'd write me about any of your experiences. On these cold winter days it would be nice to know that someone out there is actually reading and actively participating in what I put here, and I wasn't blogging into a void.

 

ROBBERIES

 

NEW MEXICO. This is a fan letter telling you how much I’ve come to love Bound & Gagged, and how much I’ve cum while reading it! Thank you for giving us the kind of one-handed reading that doesn’t insult our intelligence and still turns us on. Since my partner isn’t into bondage, your magazine is the best source feeding my roped and gagged fantasies. Which, in turn, gets me good and horny for Colter (my partner)! The articles and photos are great. I love the covers, I love all your columns especially Roger Roper, since his video selections help feed my fantasies, too! There’s a lot of time to rent and watch videos out here in the desert. Please thank him for turning me on to “Fall Time” and “Dukes of Hazzard” reruns with bondage scenes.

Gear, Gasmasks, Straitjackets, and more

Some hot photos sent in by a reader, possibly for one of our contests.

In Praise of Blue Balls

This story originally appeared in Issue 58 [May/June 1997]. As far as I can recollect, this is the only story I ever received praising the non-orgasm. On the other hand, more and more frequently I come across Tumbler blogs from guys seeking to have their cocks locked up forever, even to the point of losing their ability to become erect, so that they'll only able to achieve orgasm through prostate massage. I shake my aged head in wonder, but would urge those of you who are turned on by what I would call this kind of frustration to write me about it. 

 

BOUND NEW MEXICAN SINGS PRAISES OF BLUE BALLS

 

ALBUQUERQUE, NM. Please forgive the informality of this letter, as I am in somewhat of a hurry. I’ll get right to the point. I am 26 yrs old now, and I’ve played B&D games since I was a kid. All I knew then was that it felt right, even though I was not exactly sure what that meant. Throughout my childhood, I played with another little girl who later became a lesbian. She always said that we were different from all the other kids, though she never knew how or why, until we entered middle school.

Will Clark in Bondage

Will Clark was a top porn star back in the 90s. Unfortunately, for now I can only find the following photos of a long bondage shoot I did with him back in 1999. As a snowfall covers New York, I'm envious of Will basking naked (and bound) in the California sunshine (these photos were taken at the end of February that year).

Lost Bondage Stories - 27

I love this story, from my unpublished book of experiences sent me by guys applying to join the New York Bondage Club back in its early days, even if I am a little skeptical about the part where Clark suspended the writer by his wrists tied to a hockey stick by skate laces—and keeping him hanging there while he went to take a shower. But I'm willing to suspend my disbelief about that detail since I can see so much of the rest of the story happening.

 

HOCKEY STAR GIVES LESSONS TO ROOKIE

 

I was at hockey practice late one night when the senior all-star offered to help me after the others had left the ice. Since it was very late at night, we were told to lock the building after we left. For nearly one hour I practiced my slapshot. Clark suggested that we had better be getting home, and I agreed since I was dead tired. By the time we finally got to the locker room, the coach and rest of the team had left the arena. While I slowly removed my equipment, Clark was talking but I was too tired to listen. I finally noticed him when anger was evident in his voice. Clark complained that after all the effort and help he gave me on the ice, I wasn’t paying any attention to him. Being one of the team I should give him more respect.