Hope you missed me.
I thought I might get lots of stuff put in and scheduled for upcoming posts while I was off, supposedly having a leisure time of it. But these last two weeks Lee and I have found ourselves busier than we've been in years, and now are about to get visitors from several continents coming to visit.
Fortunately, I haven't yet posted everything from the book of bondage stories I was putting together when I was on the verge of starting Bound & Gagged and in the early days of the magazine. I'd originally been soliciting reports of true bondage adventures from members of The New York Bondage Club (NYBC), which I'd founded in 1984, and specifically for its newsletter, The Spread Eagle, which died with my departure from the NYBC in 1988, though the club itself thrives still.The newsletters are now in the archives of the Leather Archives and Museum (LA&M) in Chicago.
BUSINESSMAN TIES UP WORKAHOLIC IN OFFICE URINAL
My earliest turn on to bondage was my very first j/o fantasy. About age 11 or 12. For months I dreamed off being abducted by a teen age gang from an old
My first bondage experience was never to be. Around 25 or so I met a handsome man on the street & we came home to trick. During the course, he asked me if I would like to get tied up which I instantly agreed to but I didn’t have any rope. He told me to go to the hardwaree store & buy some clothesline, took my number & promised to come back, but he never did. So there I sat with my rope for the next couple of years, tying myself up or my cock & balls & using lots of toys and jacking off.
I’ve had around 20 or 30 bondage experiences over the last ten years. I”m a workaholic & I work nights and so have not found it easy to meet other kinky men, & when I do I don’t have the time to explore at length, just trick. Therefore I really don’t have any really good or bad stories to tell.
Some hi-lights of my experiences have been being placed in a wooden cage about 2' x 2' x 7' high with restraints on the sides. The space between the 2’ x 4's was wide enough that my body could be used & pissed on from all sides & was mobile enough to be laid on the floor or on an angle at different heights.
Once I was chained to an old fashioned high porcelain urinal in an office building (the kind you can almost step into, 4' high or so when you piss). That was a real turn on. He stripped me in his office, tied my wrists & put a spreader bar between my ankles. I had to hobble down the building hall naked while he walked easily ahead of me in his suit. My body fit perfectly in the urinal, I could have stayed for hours.
Turn-off would be having too many poppers given to me, having my wrists bound too tightly or above my head (I can lose sensation in my thumb for days) & men into verbal trips or role playing slave & master. It turns me off to be called a cocksucking faggot etc. etc., humiliation etc. Bondage is a sensual creation & should be enjoyed. The slave & master scene, the same. I feel that S/M activities are extensions of our sexuality & should be enjoyed for the physical aspects as opposed to yes sirs & no sirs. For me, I see my top as a partner in exploration.
Sometimes I think people go too fast. Thresholds need to be built up, even in a quickie scene.
I don’t have an ideal scene. If a man is into creating an experience using my body, his tools & the environment, that’s enough for me. I’m not into heavy pain, whipping or scat, but at the right place & the right time I try most anything once. And of course different experiences are different with different people.
HARNESSED EXHIBITIONIST SHOOTS LOAD AT NEW YORK SKYLINE
Although I have had many bondage experiences that have been satisfying, none have been extraordinary.
The voyeurism involved in group activities I find very exciting—to be harnessed and weighted and bound while others watch makes for an intense orgasm. When I’m alone I get this same charge by getting dressed in my “gear”, going up on the roof and shooting my load at the skyline of New York. I’ve always fantasized about having an orgy on the roof.
Generally I prefer dark, hairy men dressed in partial leather. A shaved cock and balls is another turn on. Although I have been totally shaved myself, I find just partial shaving more sexy. Smooth balls, weighted down and swinging between the firm hairy legs of some hot guy.
I find my orgasms are harder when my balls are stretched, not squeezed, just stretched. I’ve been trying to increase the weight gradually over the past few years. I’ve even tied a cast-iron skillet to my nuts, just to get that glorious feeling.
My greatest fantasy is being tied to a board where my balls can drop between my legs through a hole in the board. Then to put weights on my nuts while various men milk my cock until I cum. I might even be interested in being left in this position for an entire day or so.
I love tits, clamps, weights, etc. I like to give the torture and receive. I’m not into spanking, but I love to watch and scenarios don’t usually appeal to me although I might consider participating if the situation was right.
“I REALISED MY BOUND BALLS WERE GOING TO TAKE THE FULL IMPACT”
My experience is so limited that I can honestly say each has been different & each very exciting, but if I had to choose, the best must have been the first.
I had been fascinated by the bondage SM scene for years, studied The Native notices for months before getting the courage to answer one, & agonized for hours over the letter.
We met for a drink in a pub, were mutually interested, & one or two drinks later we headed for my hotel room. The door was barely closed before he had me stripped to the waist &, producing a length of rope, had my hands tied behind my back, not too tight, but very secure.
After checking out my tits, unremarkable, he stripped off my pants, seemed well pleased with the erection throbbing out front, then bound my ankles. The next bit I really enjoyed, he took several turns of rope around my scrotum, as the testicles were squeezed tighter the hairless skin gleamed in the lights as though polished. The rope was passed up & around my neck & then pulled short to lift my balls up & out, then secured around my cock. He looked me over as he removed his clothing down to his y-fronts. I guess he was pleased with what he saw, at least I could see that he had a solid hard-on.
I was standing about three feet from the bed & facing it. He stepped behind me & placing a hand on my back pushed me forwards towards the bed. Instinctively I tried to step forward & put my hand out to meet the bed I was toppling towards. In the next split second I realised the meaning of bondage & I must admit to a twinge of fear. There was nothing I could do. I also realised that my bound balls were going to take the full impact. They did.
The full realisation of how helpless I was dawned on me as he shifted me so that I was lying on my back on the bed. Next he blindfolded me. Now I was worried. He started to work on my balls. It was hard & getting harder to take but the blindfold helped. If you cannot tell what is about to happen you cannot try to avoid the punishment & soon you realise that you must hang loose to take what is coming. Eventually my gasps & cries must have convinced him because he announced that he now knew my limits and promptly gagged me so as not to be disturbed as he worked.
Over the next couple of hours he worked hard, my balls were tied up, down, stretched & spread. My cock suffered almost as much. I was tied out flat, folded in half, kneeling & spread-eagled which for me was the best. Complete submission for the bottom & complete access for the top. I suppose, if I had wanted to, I might have been able to resist during these changes of position but I did not want to, by now I was confident I was in good hands, and I felt quite safe.
I knew the end was coming when he started to pump hard on my cock with one hand whilst doing the most wonderful things to my balls with the other. Of course it didn’t take long before my cum sprayed out onto my chest & not much longer before his cum was mixed with mine.
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