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Johnny Swindle Turtle-Tied

I don't know if "Turtle-Tied" is the correct way to describe this position, but I once heard someone call it that, and I've never heard any other way to describe it. My friend, the incomparable Lew, tied Johnny Swindle this way.

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.

Follow Orders, Sailor Boy

This great story appeared in Issue 63 of B&G [Mar/Apr 1998]. The model was a beautiful kid, Tony Cielino, recently out of the Navy himself.

  

“You know how to follow orders, don’t you, sailor boy…?”

 

LAS VEGAS, NV. While I was in the Navy and stationed at Whidbey Island N.A.S., a fellow lieutenant buddy and I pooled our bucks and got a great place off the base. It was nice and private, and it let me keep my stash of gay mags and letters in a nice and private place. My housemate, Eric, was straight but cool about things. We lived in a two-story house that had been converted into two separate apartments with separate entrances. Eric and I had the first floor and the cellar, while two guys upstairs had the second-story and the attic. It’s the guys who lived upstairs that I wanted to write you about.

Sailor Bound Hand & Foot

If this is a repost, apologies, but it was a real fun shoot, so I won't grovel about it. I'm going through my photo file as methodically as possible, checking to see if I've left out any important sessions in my posts on this blog. I've tried in past posts to connect the shoots with the models tied up in them, but sometimes forgot to do so. This session with Austin Edwards is a case in point. I'm almost certain I did post it a number of years ago, but I don't find it when I click on the link to his name, so have to assume I didn't. Either way, it's worth seeing again.

Daddy Grants Boy's Bondage Wishes

It's wonderful how trying new things can sometimes bring back a dying sex drive. I love this particular story because, after years of repressing his sexual desires, this writer finally decided to confess them to his partner, with very happy consequences for the two of them.

Apologies for the poor qualities of the photos illustrating the story, but they have the rare quality of authenticity, being polaroids of the events of the day (how many of you even remember what polaroids were?) sent in by the writer himself. The original photos, which would have been in color, are now in the LA&M archives with the file copy of the issue they appeared in [Issue 62, Jan/Feb 1998] , so I reproduce them here as they were shown in the magazine, which at that time was still in black and white.  

Generally, I try to omit paragraphs where writers praises me and Bound & Gagged, but in this case the praise seems relevant to the story itself, which was published under the following title:

 

HE COULD TELL FROM MY LOOK THAT I WANTED TO GO ALL THE WAY

 

HOUSTON, TX. I am writing this letter for two reasons. The first is to thank you for your wonderful publication. The second is to relate my most memorable bondage experience, in response to Bob’s whining in issue 59 for more reader participation.

Carlos Morales Spreadeagled

Here are some hot photos of Carlos Morales, one of the hottest guys we ever tied up. Don't think I've ever posted these. 

Learning to Obey

For those into public humiliation nothing beats this story, which appeared in Issue 62 [Jan/Feb 1998].

 

SHY SLAVE SHAMED INTO OBEDIENCE IN FLORIDA FITNESS CENTER

 

ORLANDO, FL. My interest in bondage came from childhood and when I reached my twenties there seemed to be no one else who shared my obsession until, finally, I came across a person who described himself as a Master looking for a slave. Although I really didn’t know what was involved, our mutual interest in bondage attracted me to a point of submitting myself full time to his domination     

After working out some details with my personal life, I moved in with him and started learning the rules. Looking back, the rules were pretty basic for a live-in slave but at

Stripped, Turned Over & Shaved

After leaving Alex to spend some time enjoying (or not) his post-orgasmic situation, I untied him long enough to have him strip and lie down on his belly, then spreadeagled him again and shaved his hairy ass.

Bedded Down

Alex Duchamp, recently out of the French army, spent a week at our house in Bucks County way back when. He was a very hot, very submissive guy who was a lot of fun to keep tied up around the house. I don't think I've posted these photos before, but apologies if I have; one way or another, I find them a treat to see again.

Bondage in Minnesota

Although we shipped off a huge stash of B&G archives to the LA&M in Chicago over the summer, I kept back a number of boxes containing manuscripts I wasn't sure had been printed, and I've slowly been scanning them. So far I've found over 50 stories I'm pretty sure never saw the light of day, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. I'm going to start posting them now.

To those young readers who believe that, with few exceptions, bondage as we know it only began within the last 20 or 30 years, here's a story about the bondage adventures of a man who was born almost 90 years ago, and who first got tied up—by his uncle—well before the Second World War. No doubt because most of this writer's adventures took place in Minnesota, there's more lipstick and lip gloss in the story than I've ever seen in adventures recounted from anywhere else on the globe. Minnesota seems to do that to guys who tie each other up. Someday someone will have to explain that to me.

Sadly, A Brother's Touch, like most gay bookstores, went out of business years ago.

 

BONDAGE MEMORIES

 

MINNEAPOLIS, MN, 1989. Talking with my bondage buddys I got the idea that I’m a rare old bird because I enjoy top and bottom positions equally. I was born in ’26 which would make me a white-haired old fart of 63 if I didn’t go bald in my forties and have shaved my head totally since then. Thought you might like to know some of my favorite memories of B/D. What the hell, you might put me in your magazine which I buy at Brother’s Touch in Minneapolis.

Suspending Blake Stevens

Don't think I ever posted these pics of Blake, I can't find them in my blog records, if I did. Well, whether I did or not, they're always worth reposting.

Two Leatherbound Straight Guys

I always loved the rare stories that came in from straight guys about their bondage adventures with other guys, leading me to believe that some guys are homosexual, some heterosexual, and some bondagesexual. This story appeared in Issue 62 (Jan/Feb 1998). The illustration was by Sean.

 

MARRIED DAD IN LEATHER BOUND & FUCKED BY MARRIED DAD IN LEATHER

 

DORCHESTER, MA. My personal preference is leather bondage without the mind game of major pain and humiliation. Being bound spread eagle in a doorway by a hot leatherman is my idea of an intense time. Here’s what happened to me recently.