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
This all happened around holiday time and neither one of us wanted to wait until after New Year’s so we agreed to meet on Christmas Eve. I was preoccupied with shopping for the holidays so I didn’t have much time to think about what I was doing. But that morning I woke up with a feeling of dread and excitement in my stomach. When the time came to leave my apartment I almost locked the door and handcuffed myself to my bed so I wouldn’t have to go. But I forced myself out the door and into a taxi. As I headed uptown, I thought everyone in the world knew where I was going—the taxi driver, people on the street, Matt’s doorman. When I rang the buzzer of the apartment, something in me kicked in. Fear and nervousness left my body and I knew I was where I belonged. The guy who opened the door was not dressed in a leather harness and holding a whip. He had on jeans and a flannel shirt and was holding a Coke. And when he asked me to come in it wasn’t a black dungeon full of medieval torture equipment that I entered but a modern NYC apartment with wall-to-wall carpeting. I relaxed a little. No indication anywhere as to what was going to happen.
We sat on his couch for a while and talked about the big storm we had just had. I drank a beer while waiting for something to happen. When we finished Matt asked if I’d like to begin. There were two things he had asked me to do when we talked on the phone. The first was not to masturbate or cum during the week before I saw him. The second was to wear high top sneakers, black jeans, a white t-shirt, and no underwear. I complied with both. Matt took my empty beer can and told me to stand in the middle of the living room. He walked around me for a while just staring which made me uncomfortable. He asked me to raise my hands and he peeled my t-shirt off my body. I was worried all day that being scared and nervous would prevent me from getting an erection and that I would be embarrassed which would make it even worse. Well, I didn’t have to worry about any of that. From the moment that t-shirt came off to the moment I left the apartment almost five hours later my cock was hard. And that was even with the three times I came!
Matt reached into a closet and pulled out a duffel bag from which he took two leather wrist cuffs and buckled them on. Then he walked me over to the archway separating the living room and bedroom and secured each cuff to a hook near the top of the archway. What I had read about and fantasized about for so long was finally happening. Then he undid my sneakers and took them off. Next came the pants and there I was, standing spread-eagle in a stranger’s doorway completely naked with a hard and leaky cock. Dreams do come true!
Matt fastened two more leather cuffs around each ankle and also secured them to hooks in the wall. The hooks were all placed just right because I was stretched pretty tight. Then came a spandex hood which I could breathe through but visually I could only make out shadows. He was going to put in a gag first but I asked him not to since I wanted to make sure I could communicate freely as this was my first time. Then he attached a dowel between my feet and from the middle of that tied a rope up to my balls. He pulled this rope tight until I began to moan and then tied it off. So now if I tried to stretch up to reposition my arms or take some strain off my shoulders my balls would stretch. Any movement in any direction put a strain on some part of my body.
He asked if I was okay and I nodded my head. At least that could still move freely. Then he went to work on my cock which took almost no time to explode. After not having cum in a week and being tied up by someone besides myself I was actually surprised I held out for so long. I don’t think Matt was prepared either. But after I came he kept pumping away which was excruciating. I wouldn’t call it painful just uncomfortable. Every time he touched my cock I tried to pull back which only put more strain on my arms and balls. I couldn’t get away! Thankfully he stopped after a few minutes. I guess he decided to take it easy on a first-timer. Then came the torture. When we had talked on the phone, I told Matt that whenever I tied myself up at home I always immediately untied myself after I came. I always had wanted to stay tied up longer, even as much as all night, but as soon as I would come I would immediately lose the “feeling” of wanting to be restrained. We agreed that he would keep me tied up after I came so that I could see what it felt like.
After he finished pumping my cock I saw his shadow leave and then heard nothing. I just hung there wishing I could move freely. And I waited, and waited. And the longer I waited the more uncomfortable I became. I really made an effort to get out of the restraints and couldn’t. I began to panic and Matt must have been watching from somewhere because he came over and rubbed my body which calmed me down. I still wanted out but he left me up there for at least a half an hour just talking soothingly and rubbing my body. Finally he undid me. When the hood came off I realized he had stripped down to a jock strap. So there we sat on his couch drinking sodas—one guy in nothing but a jock strap and the other completely naked except for leather cuffs dangling from his wrists and ankles. We talked about the sensations I felt and I looked down to see my cock beginning to come back to life in anticipation of round two.
After wiping myself down with a towel and a quick pee, Matt led me to his bedroom. By this time I was a lot more comfortable with the situation so when he brought a gag towards my mouth I let him. This was a black leather gag with a wide face plate that buckled behind my head. I was worried about my gag reflex but the leather plug didn’t go back that far. But it definitely filled my mouth. Matt took some clothesline and roped my feet together at the ankles and knees. He bent my legs up behind me and tied them to my wrists. This was the hog-tie position I struggled endlessly to put myself into at home but to no avail. It sure is easy when someone else does it.
He made it even more secure by tying my elbows together and then tying that rope around my chest. There wasn’t even much squirming or wiggling I could do. Then he took an ace bandage and completely wrapped my head. Over the gag and everything! It was tight enough to feel confining but not tight enough to cause pain.
Matt rolled me on my side and began to play with my tits. I was not expecting this at all since we had talked about no pain. I guess he wanted to see how far I could go and I actually surprised myself. He started off very slowly just rubbing around the nipples and giving them soft squeezes. I liked his hands rubbing my body and I actually began to get into a thrusting motion myself. I could feel myself beginning to come and that’s when I felt the pinch. I actually cried out although it didn’t sound like that with the gag. Matt immediately went back to rubbing and the pain subsided. But once again when I got close to an orgasm he pinched my tits hard. He successfully kept me from coming this way for almost an hour. (Thankfully I was off from work today because I had to walk around the house all day without a shirt on because my nipples are so sore. I don’t know how I’m going to sit through dinner tonight at my parents’ with a stiff cotton shirt rubbing at my tits.)
Finally he let me come and the pleasure/pain of having an orgasm and getting my nipples pinched at the same time was unbelievable. Again I wanted out right away but Matt had left the room. Even when I tried to call for him it only came out as a muffled grunt through the gag and the ace bandage.
Matt had laid me face down on the bed with my sore cock and my sore nipples pressing into the mattress. I was tied so well I couldn’t even roll on my side. I felt like I was in this position forever (although I later found out it was only fifteen minutes). When he undid the rope and released my ankles from my wrists I heaved a big sigh of relief (or would have if it wasn’t for the gag).
Matt kept the gag and ace bandage on and immediately put me in a canvas strait jacket. I felt my arms wrap around my body and get buckled in back and I felt a strap get pulled down from the front, go through my crotch and snap in back. A leather harness was attached to my head which was a series of straps that fit over the ace bandage. There must have been a hook in the top because I was hooked to a chain somewhere in the ceiling. My feet were left free for balance although I could only take half a step in any direction before being pulled back by my head harness. Matt left me like this for a while and I enjoyed every minute of it. Nothing was tight enough that it hurt yet everything was secure enough that I knew I couldn’t get myself out. And that is the exact feeling I’ve always wanted.
I was enjoying myself so much that it took me a moment to realize something was going on with my cock. I realized Matt was putting a condom on me and before I knew it he was giving me a blow job. Well, I went nuts! Grunting and groaning and trying to move my body in synch with his mouth which was almost impossible since I couldn’t move at all. I didn’t think there was any way I could come again and could feel myself sweating inside the strait jacket but finally I let go. As soon as I finished shooting my load I went limp and luckily Matt was right there to undo the head harness immediately. He took off the ace bandage and gag and rubbed my face with a wet towel. I was still in the strait jacket and felt a great sense of safety and security just lying with my head in his lap.
I finally recovered enough to stand up and Matt undid the strait jacket. I felt a little embarrassed standing there completely naked so I put my jeans on. By this time Matt was completely naked. Although I never saw him come he told me that he jerked off two times while watching me tied up.
Matt wanted to sit and chat for a while and have some non-bondage interaction but I was just too overwhelmed by what had happened and needed to be alone and think it all through. I thanked him and apologized for not wanting to stay. I hope he understood.
Well, if I thought that on the way uptown everyone knew where I was going, I was sure that on the way downtown everyone knew where I had been. But I actually didn’t care. In a way I felt liberated and I wanted everyone to know. My first time with bondage was great. I only wish I had started at a younger age although I’m going to try my best to make up for lost time. And thanks to Matt, a great top!
In the published version, I included the following editorial comment at the end of the story which I include here, since it seems as valid as ever:
I confess I was tempted to title this piece, “A Christmas Miracle: Pushy Bottom Comes Three Times, Snubs Top,” but I prefer to believe this novice bottom really was acting in innocence when he rushed away at the end of the scene, refusing the invitation for some non-bondage interaction from what appears to have been—on Christmas Eve, no less!— not only a great, but a very hardworking top. I can assure all novice bottoms that, no matter how overwhelming a scene and how powerful the desire to get away by oneself and mull it over in private, nothing will be lost from the mulling experience by putting that desire on hold for an hour or two, and giving back to the top, if only in courtesy, what he has worked so hard to give you in pleasure.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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