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A Happy New Year Bondage Tale

Here's one, from my boxes of unpublished stories. I choose it because I'd like to make the writer's suggestion in his first paragraph my New Year's resolution, though I know I won't, and because its title comes first alphabetically in my growing collection of never-before-printed stories

 

Agony: A Minute at a Time

 

We were comfortable with each other, because we’d done everything to each other. We were “Les Six”: young career men, who enjoyed the arts. At 34 I was the oldest in the group, but I was the leader and role model. (Gentle Reader, let me once again lecture you on the importance of proper diet and exercise. In fact, I had a system: every hour spent in a bar had to be matched at a gym. And every beer meant ten reps of any exercise. Now on with our story, before you gag me…)

A Boy's Own Story

I published this wonderful story in Issue 63 of B&G (Mar/Apr 1998) giving it the following introduction, which remains true today:

"There’s a reason I ask readers to write simply and straightforwardly, in their normal voices, as if they’re writing a letter and not trying to write like 'writers.' The reason is that so few people who call themselves writers can actually write—their words become self conscious and inauthentic as soon as they think they’re creating prose. Yet so many letter writers who merely attempt to describe something that happened in their lives effortlessly convey smells, textures, tastes, a sense of truthfulness and a prose reality.     

"It’s true of course, that every rare once in a while a real prose writer comes along, and when that happens, well… "

 

WICHITA, KS. Wheat. And sunlight.

 

The parlor was full of wheat and sunlight.

 

What was once full of Opa and Oma’s treasured heirlooms (Kinkerlitzchen, Nippes and Krimskrams), then was full, for a long season after their deaths, with spiders, mice and dust, was now full of wheat and sunlight. And three boys: 12, 11 and 8.

Bondage Across the Board

A reader's submissions in a variety of positions, for one of our photo contests. 

'Twas the Night Before…

I don't think I've already posted this story, which I received only days after Christmas, 1992, and which I immediately put in Issue 32 (Jan/Feb 1993). I may already have posted the Christmas pictures, which have absolutely nothing to do with the story, but they're so nicely seasonal I just can't help myself from showing them again. As for the other pictures, they may not fit the story exactly, but they're close enough.

 

It Happened One Night (A Christmas Miracle) 

TOP COMES TO DOOR WITHOUT WHIP

 

NEW YORK, NY. I had my first bondage experience last night (Christmas Eve, no less) and couldn’t wait to write you. I’m still a little stiff and sore as I sit at the word processor to write this but it’s a great reminder. After reading your

Straight Male Bonding

This wonderful piece, which might have been the start of a beautiful Master/slave relationship, appeared in Issue 99 (March 2004) of Bound & Gagged.

 

HANDCUFFS TURN LADIES' MAN INTO COCKSUCKER!

 

I grew up being interested in bondage but always M/F, until I met Tom. I was in my late twenties, working at a brokerage firm in New York City. Tom and I were co-workers. He was a real ladies’ man but there were rumors around the office that he was bisexual. I was attracted to Tom but never ever considered myself bisexual.

 

One Friday night after work, we stopped off at a local bar for a couple of beers. The television show COPS was on a TV over the bar. I was a little light headed from the beer and aroused from seeing the different criminals (mostly men) being handcuffed. Tom noticed my arousal. He asked if I had ever been handcuffed.

Three Military Guys Fooling Around

 

I was certain I posted these pics last week, but couldn't find them anywhere on the site when I went looking an hour ago. So here they are again. Let's hope they don't disappear once more into the void. They're from the video L.A.B.D. Grey, and while the movie didn't tell much of a story, the bunch of guys we got together, especially for the first part (Barracks) played with the rope like kids, with real gusto. I was supposed to be directing the film, but in the end I mostly just stood back, squeezed my crotch, and watched.

A Pre-Christmas Bondage Story

Very strange. I was sure I posted a bunch of photos last Sunday, and now don't see them. Which means that more than week’s gone by without me putting anything up here. Let me correct that by offering another one of those stories I only came across recently in one of several boxes of unpublished material. This is the perfect season for it. The piece was emailed to Bound & Gagged in the first week of January, 2000, by a writer whose email address makes me think he was from South Dakota (That would have been a first for us, I think) though possibly he was only from that northern state originally, since this pre-Christmas story took place where the winter weather was warm.

 

PRE-CHRISTMAS BONDAGE DATE

I work at a small weekly newspaper. I’ve been there 20 years, and I’ve been openly gay from Day One. So are many of my co-workers. One young man named Craig has been there for about six years, and he and I have become close friends. He’s in his early thirties, lithe and very muscular, with short-cropped, receding brown hair and a very neat beard. 

Bondage Orgy

This story, which appeared in Issue 79 (November 200) of Bound & Gagged, is the most good-natured bondage orgy story I've ever read. The writer, who at the writing seemed to be still full of what must have been a very recent adventure, plays hell with tenses, but who cares?

 

PORN STAR CAUGHT IN BONDAGE FOURGY

 

TEXAS. This is a story about a guy (me, Craig), his lover (Doug), their friend (Cody), and a pornstar (Allen).

 

Doug and I had been planning to hook up with Cody—who lives in the same city we do—for awhile, but we were saving him for a special occasion. In speaking to him sometimes when we crossed paths, we knew that he would be a killer trick—and the fact that he is also shit hot didn’t hurt either.

Three Hot Young Guys in Bondage

The video Foot Frenzy was not one of our better efforts. We set out that day to make a video not really knowing exactly what we were going to do. What we did know was that we had three good-looking bottoms and one top, all of whom were into bondage and also into feet and footwear. An ideal combination, from my point of view. But we hadn't worked out the story very well, and we also had time constraints: several people had just so much time to make the video before they had to be elsewhere, and that problem was compounded by the fact that an important member of the crew sent word that he couldn't arrive until very late. We had to fill the time beforehand, and I did that by tying up the three bottoms in different ways, and taking pictures. I've always regretted not filming that shoot. It might have been better than the video we made.

Dawning Bondage Awareness in Quebec

This is one of the previously unpublished bondage letter submissions I found recently, which is less a story than an account of the writer's dawning awareness as a child of his love of bondage. I love this kind of piece, which touches on things so deep down inside us. At the end of the letter, which I received in November, 1992, the writer had apologized for his imperfect English, which was hardly necessary. I have always loved receiving letters from writers for whom English is a second or third language. Where necessary, with just a little tweaking, I can usually make what they say intelligible. And writing about bondage thoughts and experiences has nothing to do with the writing, but everything to do with the speaker and his bondage sensibilities, wherever and in whichever language they happened.

 

QUEBEC, CANADA (11-3-92). I am fifty years old now. When a youngster I often used to read American comics (translated in French in our local newspapers). One of these was “Buck Rogers in the XXVth Century” (or something of the sort). I was 9 or 10. I remember clearly some of the scenes (it is like seeing them again very clearly).

In one of these, a villain (convicted as a traitor) was to be sent away in a spaceship. The sentence had been determined by his co-villains themselves. The guy was sealed in a very small transparent sphere made of a kind of synthetic material. With just a tiny lighted bulb and some fresh air, he was sent alone to eventually perish far in dark space.

Dungeon Hi-Jinks (Cont'd)

The new guys continue playing in the dungeon. Not sure if the photos follow each other in the right order, but I did my best. The first two photos probably started out the session, but I can't be sure of that. Possibly all these photos were done on different occasions.