Bondage and the Crying Game

This brief story, which came as a response to "My favorite experience" was published in Issue 63 of Bound & Gagged [March/April 1998].

 

Bondage and the Crying Game

 

My favorite experience was with my step-brother. Shortly after we started with nudity (I don’t think he was gay, and I tried not to let him know I was, but some of the stuff we did makes you wonder if he was too), we used nudity to torment the other. There are things you can do to a naked body that you can’t do to one if it has clothes on.

I was 15, he was 14, we took turns to see if we could make the other cry. You had an hour to do so, the rules stated that no matter what happened it stayed between us and we held no grudges once the game was over.

 

I tied him up, but first I made him guzzle two beers. I had him strip naked and tied him face up on the bed. I decided to gag him with his briefs (he hated gags). I ran the briefs all over his cock and balls and whipped his ass with them, I was sweating so I wiped my arm pits dry with them. He was reluctant to open his mouth so I pinched his nose until he opened his mouth. I shoved them in and tied them in his mouth with rope.

 

Now onto the task at hand. I didn’t know how far I could go so I stuck with some basics—clothes pins, slapping his stomach, thighs and the parts of his ass I could reach. He was proud of the pubic hair that had started to grow in so I threatened to shave his pits. I even got the lather and shaving cream and lathered him up. He was fighting like mad, but no tears. I even put the razor to his skin, but didn’t actually take a stroke.

 

Then I started to tickle him with a long feather, he went crazy. I attacked his feet, stomach, underarms, but the inside of his thighs were his weak spot. I couldn’t believe when his cock started getting hard. I laughed and called him a fag for liking it. I tickled his cock and balls, which made his cock harder. The look in his eyes was one of embarrassment. I reassured him that everything that happens stays between us, the worry left his eyes and he nodded that he understood.

 

I then grabbed hold of his dick (something we never did before) and started stroking. He started screaming through the gag “no, please no.” I ignored him and went to work giving my first hand job, and about the same time he started crying, he came. When I untied him we looked at the clock—he was tied and tortured for an hour and forty minutes. So I had to submit to that length of time. I’d like to tell you about it sometime, but he did not make me cry.

 

Comments

[Leo Devin]

For the life of me, I don't know why any 14 year old would plead not to get one hand job?

I mean being tied up and all, he had the excuse of being helpless to stop it if he needed it for his own peace of mind.

I did not consider religion, I only know one but I considered most of that rather fanatic group's teachings as bunk anyway so I wasn't worried about behaving. I am sure others hold their beliefs to be fact and live accordingly, or try to.

Hmmm. until this very second I have never considered the religious 'factor' and how it played out in my sessions. I think I may need to do some deep research and see if I can use 'faith' in a session. I think I don't have enough time in this life to understand it enough for it to be useful.

Boy did I go off topic!