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Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua 10, Part 2

 

Chapter 10, Part 2

 

Halloween ranks second to Christmas Eve as my favorite night of the year, though kids roaming door to door seeking candy is practically a memory in my hometown. But years ago, that was not so. On this particular night, the last group of young trick-or-treaters stopped by about eight-thirty. I left my porch light on until nine, then switched it off. I settled down into my comfortable lounge chair to watch a scary movie, one of my treasured traditions.

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua 10, Part 1

When he first started sending me chapters of his memoir about Joshua, Eric told me he’d be including flashbacks to adolescent slave-time incidents with his friends Logan and Dylan and their cousin Graham. The first time he sent a flashback, I strongly felt it should come after the Joshua section of the chapter, and managed to convince Eric of that. This time the flashback seems more appropriate to me coming first, and not only because Part 2 of this chapter, the Joshua section, happened on Halloween. I’ll post that section on Sunday, which is close enough to the big day.

 

Chapter 10, Part 1
Flashback

I enjoyed when Logan and Dylan’s cousin Graham came to visit, which happened at least one weekend per month when the boys were in high school. Even though he was three years younger, Graham and I had become quite close. One weekend in early spring of my freshman year in college, the four of us pitched our large tent by the big pond near Logan’s house. We camped out often because we loved the outdoors, but more importantly camping provided us with an opportunity to play our bondage games.

 

Bondage Inside the Beltway

From our files of unpublished material. This piece was written by a model we'd photographed three years earlier. Though the pictures don't really go with the actions described below, they're from his modeling session.

 

First let me describe myself, Mike, 44 y.o., and my lover, Pete 48 y.o. I’m 5'11", 150 lbs, 32" waist, short buzz-cut brown hair. I’m very tan with killer speedo tan lines, and I’m quite proud of my tight round bubble butt. I shave my entire body, so I’m smooth as silk. I have a 6½-inch hard cock, cut, and quite thick, tight round smooth balls. I have a frenum piercing on my cock.

 

Pete is 6'1", 160 lbs, 32" waist, longish dirty blonde hair, tight body, hairless chest, nice muscled hard hairy legs. 7-inch hard, cut, thick cock.

Tom Molino Hogtied

Some more photos of Tom. To me there's nothing like a guy nicely packaged this way.

Tom Molino in Bondage

Before I post these pics of Tom, a real nice, hot guy I'd have been happy to have many sessions with, let me tell you that I just received a new chapter of Joshua by Eric Tide. Since it takes place on Halloween, I'll be placing it on or around that holiday. Fortunately, it's a two-parter, the second part an always welcome flashback to Eric's days as Logan and Dylan's slave.

 

 

 

But that's for next week. For now, here's Tom, securely tied in a chair and gagged (for the most part) with a bandanna.

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua 9

Joshua 9

Joshua’s next visit was a bit earlier than usual. He arrived under cover of darkness, but it was early evening. I could tell right away something was different.

Tied in His Union Suit

Another never-before-posted story from many years ago—1988, in fact, which is what it's postmarked. That's almost thirty years ago, and it describes an experience that took place almost 25 years before that, before Stonewall and gay liberation, when few dared even whisper that they were homosexual, and the word "gay" was only beginning to enter the general vocabulary with its current meaning. 

 

August 5, 1988

 

HOLLYWOOD, FL. I have been playing this game for 35 years—and have had a “couple” experiences, if you know what I mean.

Straitjacketed and Piss Pumped

Here's a bunch of photos of one of our more popular models, Tom Wills, though you might not know from these photos it was Tom if I didn't tell you. This set was featured in one of our online-only issues. I include its opening page.

 

We always enjoyed giving Tom as much abuse as he needed; it was never enough.

Bondage on the Beach

There's bondage and bondage, but as we bid farewell on the east coast to the hot, dry summer of 2016, here's a short little previously unpublished memory piece about one of the coziest types of bondage imaginable, which some may consider even being called bondage a stretch (which may be why I never published it): getting buried immobile in the sand on a beach. Fascinating in this case is that it's not the daddy who's burying his son, but the son who's burying his daddy—on command, of course. The letter was postmarked 9/11/1993.

 

What I Did On My Summer Vacation
An essay written for Daddy by his boy

DALLAS, TX. This summer Daddy decided to take me to the beach and whereas i was looking forward to playing in the sand, sun and surf i think Daddy was anxious to play in the sand, son and surfers. Daddy had heard that Stewart Beach was the place to go for a “family” outing so it had become our destination. i was so excited about seeing the shore after the five hour trip from Dallas that i begged Daddy with promises of cocksucking and tit play to take me to the beach first thing. Daddy drove us by the uncrowded beach pavilion, turned to me with a smile on His mustached face and said, “If I want my cock sucked, son, I don’t need your permission. Now or anytime.”

Kyle Evans Cocktied and Tit Tortured

Kyle Evans was one of those guys who couldn't get tied up enough. I loved tying him up and regret having lost contact with him. On this occasion, since he was having problems with his pierced left nipple, with the help of my assistant Jonathan I had to content ourself with working only on his right. But no one had any complaints at the end. Apologies if the order of some of these pics isn't exact.

Bondage in Minnesota - 1989

I'm not sure why I never published this piece, which I received in 1989 from a man who at the time would have been 63 years old (and would be 90 today). I suspect it was because the writer's introduction to bondage, at the age of 16, was at the hands of a much older man—his uncle, in fact—who essentially raped him, even if he himself did initiate the physical action and obviously enjoyed it enough to remain with his uncle voluntarily for the next three years. I've seldom avoided publishing stories of child abuse, unless the experience described was written by the abuser. But if that's wasn't my reason, I can't think of any other for failing to publish this fascinating bondage bio.