Three short pieces from my unpublished book of bondage experiences and fantasies, the first a memory of high school days, the second and third both fantasies, one from a top's perspective, the other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.
After practice one afternoon I was locking up the storage room and he came in. We were all alone. He started talking and bouncing a ball... he kept tossing it against the door till it slowly closed. Then he came right next to me. I was shaking, we’d never been this close. He just grabbed me and kissed me and asked if I could keep a secret. I nodded yes. He pulled me down onto an exercise mat and took off his soccer shorts. I could see his cock was already hard in his jock. “Sniff my crotch...if you wanna play with me. It’s my way. I gotta dominate.”
He smelled of the sweetest sweat. He ordered me to my knees and to lap his jock and suck his balls thru the mesh. My cock of course got hard immediately. He grabbed some shoe laces and tied up my dick from base to below the tip...then he spun me ’round and with more laces tied my wrists together. “This is how I like my little boys,” he said. Then he squatted over me and put his ass over my nose. “Sniff and lap,” he ordered. I was freaking...this was just amazing as I’d never even considered what was happening. He was moaning, “Shove your tongue in my ass...deeper...deeper.”
My heart was pounding. “This has gotta last I don’t want to come yet,” he said. He slid down and started lapping my nipples, they hardened, and he gently played with them. He ordered me to lap his armpits...he tasted delicious sweaty yet clean and sexy. “Suck my pits clean.” I was in ecstasy. “Let’s see you suck some dick now.”...he stretched over me and started fucking my mouth. I thought I would choke. “Lap my crotch hair, suck my balls, eat it.” He was in a frenzy of orders. He shoved his dick back in my throat again, it was easier this time. He fucked away like crazy...I could feel his cock getting fuller and fuller, and he shot a huge load into my throat.
He kept moaning, and he hugged me. I was crying and he kissed my eyes. He untied my hands and dick and beat me off. “Our secret,” he said. And for the next two years we shared many more after practice sessions, and we never were caught.
KEEPS 20 YEAR OLD CHAINED UP IN DOG CAGE
Essentially I enjoy a bottom being totally helpless, completely exposed to anything I might wish to do. I enjoy encasing a bottom in ace bandages, leaving only the nose/mouth, genital/ass, and feet exposed. In this position I like to have the bottom hanging from, say, a door, and later stretched out (both on his back and stomach) on a work table, and over chairs and saw horses. I also like having a bottom shackled inside a dog cage, for long periods of time, fed, watered, and allowed to use the bathroom when I wish. When I speak of long-term bondage, I have fantasies that stretch into really long (weeks at a time) bondage, with the bottom being gagged, a butt plug up the ass, and a catheter in the cock whereby I can control all bodily functions. In short, I fantasize about total control, and expanding the pain limits of my bottoms.
My most satisfying experience was with a 20-year-old novice bottom who had long fantasized about being totally controlled, and seemed open to anything. And he was! The interesting thing was that he had only fantasized...he had never had any sexual experience with a live person. But his fantasies had been extensive, and he put himself totally at my disposal.
At our first encounter I cuffed his hands behind his back, attached leg irons to his legs, gagged him and blindfolded him, then made a two hour examination of his body, going over every inch. I probed his hole, widening it until I could slip a butt plug up (he tried to shout, but couldn’t through the gag), attached tit clamps, bound his cock, and left him in a dog cage for three hours. When I returned, I removed the gag. When I left his cock was hard as a rock, and it was just as hard when I returned. He was obviously getting off on it.
I kept the butt plug in, then force-fed him a gallon of water. He wanted to piss, but I had bound his cock so tightly with leather thongs, that it was impossible. And his hard-on also prevented it. I removed his butt plug, turned him over on a padded saw horse, and pumped two enema bags of soapy water into his ass. I then removed the leg irons, and commanded him to start jumping, first on one leg, then another, and kept him at it for over 30 minutes, until he fell down and couldn’t get up right away. I also forbade him to let even a drop out of his ass. He was very, very good!
I took him into the shower, quickly undid his bound cock, made him put his feet apart as far as they could go, and bent him over. I turned on the shower, very hot, and told him that on command he was to let his bowels and cock flow free. Then I made him wait in that position for five minutes. Finally I told him to “let go!” which he did in an incredible rush, his cock still out straight. Both his cock and ass spilled out in a rush that continued for several minutes, and when I thought he was through, I shouted at him to “cum!” which he reacted to immediately!
I kept him bound, frequently gagged, always blindfolded so he wouldn't know what was going to happen next, for four days and nights. He went through everything in that time, with several heavy beatings, and he came… literally…a total of 17 times during those four days. I saw him for prolonged sessions about eight times during the next six months, until he moved from the city. I still hear from him, and he has never forgotten that first time. Nor have I.
FREAK-OUT FANTASY
I have many bondage fantasies. One involves getting wrapped up in a sheepskin rug, my body strapped in tightly, so I am completely immobilized. A rubber sack is slipped over my head and a bottle of open poppers stuck up inside; it is big enough to hold the air I need to breathe for about three minutes, during which I get totally whacked on the poppers and start to freak out. Then the sack is replaced by a pillow pressed over my face to smother me — just enough to push me through the struggle for air and knock me unconscious. My orgasm comes at some point during this process, and I awake to find myself lightly bound atop the rug with my captor pumping away inside me.
I have another fantasy, in which I am in a straitjacket with my legs spreadeagled and suspended high enough to lift my arse from the floor with my weight resting on my shoulder blades. I am being given an enema and am made to retain a large amount of fluid (3-4 quarts) for no less than fifteen minutes. After a while I might find myself getting very drunk if my captor has put some alcohol into the fluid which swelled my gut, but it is done at his discretion without my knowledge so I can be kept in suspense, not knowing whether or not to expect it.
Another fantasy requires my abduction. Subdued despite my struggles, I am bound and gagged so I can’t get away or yell for help. I am raped, perhaps gang-banged, and belted around enough to keep me screaming into my gag. My tits are tortured, my balls get stretched and I begin to enjoy myself.
An extension of this fantasy includes a strong scatological bend. Here I move into the realm of pure fantasy whose realization is only suggested and acknowledged rather than actually performed. A smelly jockstrap or brief might be thrust in my face, reeking of stale urine, or I might have a big dildo thrust in and out of my arse, deeper and deeper, my captor smearing my body with the dirt that emerges in this fashion. I can see it going even further if proper precautions are taken regarding our health and it’s what my partner wants, but we would have to be very sure.
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