Eric Tide has lived perhaps the most active bondage life of anyone who’s ever written to me. He started sending me his memoirs in 2010, when he described his introduction to bondage at the age of six by a neighbor boy. He went on from there, over the next four and a half years, to recount his experiences in high school as the bdsm slave of his best friend Logan, and Logan’s younger brother Dylan. That particular slave/masters relationship went on for many years, continuing well beyond high school.
At a certain point Eric decided he had written enough about Logan and Dylan, and stopped, much to the dismay of many readers. Then, despite my whining and wheedling, he sent me nothing for posting for a year and a half. Finally, early this year, he told me that while he didn’t want to write more about the brothers, he would tell me about another bondage/sm relationship he had had, beginning in his late twenties, with a boy barely out of his teens, named Joshua.
I posted Chapter 1 of Joshua on February 20th, and posted six more chapters through early June. Chapter 7 concluded, as so many of Eric's chapters do, on a cliff-hanger. Eric had coaxed Joshua into playing a game he had often played with Logan and Dylan, where he hid a playing card and had be tortured to reveal its whereabouts. Joshua did not succeed by the end of that chapter in finding the card, but vowed he would next time. “Two nights later, he did just that,” the chapter concluded. “And I will never forget the simple, yet exquisite, torture that made me give it up.” I’ve been wondering what happened two nights later for over three months. Here it is, at last:
JOSHUA 8
It was after ten o’clock when Joshua showed up three nights later. In my defense, I was exhausted and sleepy, so my guard was down when he came to make me give up that king of hearts I had hidden in the medicine cabinet.
The lights in my house were off, as they usually were. I love the darkness. The faint glow from the television set, which I had muted, provided the only light in the room. Joshua sat on the sofa casually chewing on a toothpick. I had never seen him with one before, but later he told me that he chewed them all the time. He liked the flavored ones. This one had been soaked in cinnamon.
Sometimes he liked to undress me himself, but this time he ordered me to strip naked. I neatly stacked my clothes on a nearby chair. He made me kneel straight and tall in the middle of the living room floor with my fingers interlocked behind my head. Going to the guest bedroom, he rummaged through some of my bondage stuff, picked out the items he needed, then led me to the master bedroom at the back of the house.
Joshua switched on the lamp on the nightstand. It was dim but provided just enough light. He ordered me to lay on my back, and he proceeded to tie me spread eagle on top of the bed. The ropes were terribly taut and dug into my wrists and ankles. He always enjoyed hearing the ropes make me groan. My limbs were spread wide, which made my shoulders and thighs ache and burn promptly.
Joshua slipped off his shoes and socks, then stripped down to his white briefs. He climbed on the bed and straddled my belly. The devilish gleam in his eye reminded me so much of Dylan. He glared at me eye to eye with sheer delight. I knew he was up to something wicked. He rubbed the cloth covering his dick lightly while he glowered at me for the longest time. His dick was fully erect. Then, he removed the toothpick from his mouth, and with the sharp pointed dry end, he began to prick all around my left nipple rapidly. The pokes came hard and fast, four or five per second, pressing progressively deeper. Oddly enough, Logan and Dylan tortured me this way a few times, too.
The agony was excruciating, and I moaned pitifully to his utter pleasure. Mercifully, he stopped but then repeated the torture on my right nipple. Then back and forth he went, first picking at one nipple then the other with a dozen pricks or more each round, until my tits were incredibly sore. They felt wet, and although they were deep red, remarkably he drew no blood.
Next, with both hands, he simultaneously pulled and twisted my sore nipples until I screamed and squealed like a pig. Even though my nearest neighbors were some distance away, I was afraid they might hear my screams piercing through the eerie nighttime silence. I asked Joshua to gag me, but he slapped me hard across the face.
“Tell me where you hid the card, and you won’t have to worry about it,” said Joshua.
He knew he wasn’t going to get it that easily. He pulled and twisted my nipples even worse. I muffled the cries the best I could, with guttural groans deep in my throat, until my throat was sore, tears streamed down my face, and my head hurt. Finally, he stopped. But he clipped two strong clothespins onto my stinging nipples, which hurt like a major bitch instantly.
He slid back kneeling on the bed in the open space between my legs. He leaned over and began to suck my dick gently. At first, it was quite limp. Despite what people might think, I don’t usually get much of an erection while I’m being tortured. It can happen sometimes, but usually I devote my full attention to enduring the pain. But now Joshua had me fully erect in short order.
With a shitty grin and that gleam in his eyes, he showed me the dry end of the toothpick again. I cringed because I knew exactly what he was about to do. I pulled at my ropes to break free, but I only managed to tighten them more. Just as he had done with my nipples, he began to poke me rapidly all over the head of my dick. Suddenly, the unbearable torment I felt in my nipples didn’t seem quite so bad. The pain was unbelievable, and I begged him repeatedly to stop, but the poking was endless and left me weeping. I cried out in frustration more than once because I was totally helpless.
Finally, thankfully, the stabbing ended. But I watched in horror as he inserted the toothpick into my urethra. Slowly, he slid the point deeper and deeper. Though the wooden pick was narrow, it wedged a path and felt as if Joshua was shoving a fat pencil down the hole.
I was in deep agony. I would have been better off blindfolded, but instead I watched in horror as half the toothpick disappeared inside my erection. But then another sensation took hold. The cinnamon coating on the stick began to burn. The toothpick felt as if it was on fire. I gritted my teeth and bit my cheeks, but eventually I couldn’t help but yell with all my being. I begged him to take it out, but he ignored my cries. He knew that I knew I could stop it any time.
It took a few minutes, but my brain adapted to the presence of the toothpick. At least I quit most of my howling. It still hurt, but not as much. All except the burning from the cinnamon. I felt that incessantly, and I could hardly catch my breath, squirming around the best I could hoping to somehow eject it.
Periodically, Joshua rubbed my cock lightly to make sure it remained erect. He brought a chair from the kitchen and sat beside my bed.
“I’ve got all night,” said Joshua.
Tears rolled down my cheeks when I heard that. I knew he meant it.
He probably left the toothpick in my dick for half an hour, maybe an hour. I couldn’t see the clock, but it seemed that long or longer. He kept me erect the whole time. Then he slowly pulled the toothpick out, which intensified the burning until I thought I was going to piss all the way to the ceiling.
I rested undisturbed for a while, although he still kept me erect. I’m not sure I had ever maintained an erection that long before, and it started to hurt. Then he made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, placed the circle around my dickhead, and began to masturbate me lightly and slowly. His fingers barely touched my skin. The feeling was breathtaking, far more pleasure than torture. My cock throbbed and danced uncontrolled.
It took a long time, but he brought me near the point of ejaculation. It was then I realized what the real torture was. I had never been edged before, not that I could remember. I was pretty naïve about such things and had never heard that term. But instantly I knew what it was, and I didn’t like it. I wanted to shoot my cum so badly, but just when I wanted it the most, he stopped jacking me off.
He could see the tension in my body, the longing in my eyes, and the misery on my face.
“I bet you want to cum right now, don’t you?” he said. I nodded yes, heartily.
He told me that I wouldn’t be allowed to cum until he had the card. I told him, “No.”
After several minutes, he could tell my sexual tension had subsided. He unclipped the clothespins one at a time from my nipples. They had been on for an eternity, to the point that I barely felt them anymore. But when they came off, the pain was excruciating. I gave a chilling scream. My cock began to harden again, and Joshua helped it along with a few light strokes of his hand.
Then he made that circle again with his thumb and forefinger and began to rub my cock up and down with it. It took less time to near the point of orgasm this time, and when I did, I cringed. With every fiber of my being, I hoped he would let me ejaculate, all the while knowing he wouldn’t.
Time and time again he edged me. I don’t know how long, but surely a couple of hours. Finally, I had enough. I needed to cum in the worst way.
“I give,” I said. I promised to tell him where the card was if he would finish the job.
“Not so fast,” said Joshua.
Now that he had me exactly where he wanted, he told me that the price to end the torture would be higher. Not only did I have to give up the card, but also he wanted me to suck his dick. I wouldn’t promise to do that, but after negotiations, I promised to lick it for him all he wanted. That wasn’t much of a concession because he had made me do that several times already.
I told him where he could find the card, and he went into the bathroom next door to retrieve it. Thankfully, he began to rub my cock again. He playfully teased me some, making me think that he was never going to allow me to shoot, but eventually he brought me to full orgasm. It was the most wonderful orgasm I could ever remember. I couldn’t remember ever needing or wanting one so badly. I soaked my belly and chest with cum, which seemed to shoot endlessly. Some of it shot all the way to my chin.
If that’s torture, then I would gladly take that kind of torture every night. Except for that damned toothpick, which left my nipples red and sore for days.
Joshua took off his briefs and was now completely naked. He knelt on the bed between my legs and began to pump his own cock. Within a couple of minutes, he reached climax, and he enjoyed it immensely. Inching closer and closer to me as he neared orgasm, he shot his load all over my belly and chest to mix with my own.
Completely spent and exhausted, Joshua lay across my legs face up, with his cock dripping cum. He dozed off, and I wondered if he would sleep until daylight. I decided not to wake him. He was out maybe twenty minutes, or perhaps thirty. Then he got up, cleaned himself off and dressed. He untied me and handed me a towel to wipe myself off. He told me that I would lick his cock another time.
After he left, I took a long, hot shower, as I normally did after our meetings. It was after 3:00 in the morning when I finally turned down the covers to sleep. I had to be at work by 7:30, so my rest would be short. I was tired all the next day, but I would gladly trade a night’s sleep for another session like that.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see Joshua again for about three weeks. When he returned, he was in quite a different state.
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