Here’s a never-before-published story that came in (handwritten) in March, 2005, three months before Bound & Gagged suspended publication:
TENNESSEE. Recently you talked about traveling long distances to get tied up. Here’s a story for you.
First, something about myself. I am sixty years old, five feet six inches tall and weigh 150 pounds, brown hair beginning to gray at the temples and an eight-inch very fat cock.
I live in the middle of 18 ½ wooded acres in the hills of East Tennessee. But only ten miles from a city of sixty thousand, so I have the best of both worlds. The house is located over two thousand feet from the road. The driveway is so steep that a portion had to be concreted so cars could make it up the hill. Most of it, however, is just gravel.
Now to my story.
Somehow, through the wonders of the “gay grapevine,” this guy heard I was a top who could be trusted.
One night about twelve, he called.
His conversation was very articulate. All his answers were certainly forthright and with all the proper “Sirs” or “Masters.”
It turned out he and I lived about 80 miles apart.
After at least a forty-five minute conversation, we worked out a weekend that we could meet.
Even tho I live out in the hills, after leaving the interstate he only had to make four turns. He was told to call from a certain store which is about four miles from my home.
On the appointed Friday night he called from home to say he was on his way.
When he called from the store as ordered, I told him to get in the car and strip completely. I told him to park his car at the bottom of my driveway (about 12 ft from the road) get out and wait for me on his knees, head bowed.
Dressed in black leather chaps, vest, motorcycle cap & cockring & gloves I slowly walked down the drive. In my hands I carried a large iron collar and padlock, a leash, and a Hyatt cocklock. I took my time, giving him time to anticipate the step he had taken.
As I approached, I could see that he had minded quite well.
I could easily tell he was taller than I, balding, but looked to be in excellent physical condition. I also noticed the flat nipples, that could take some work.
I walked up, locked the iron collar on his neck and said “Boots!” He immediately bent down and began to kiss them.
As he was doing this I noticed how close the thunderstorm had gotten. The lightning had gotten bright enough for anyone passing to see. Who cared?
I had him stand and put on the cocklock as I attached the leash to his collar. I also took the keys to his car and locked it.
Just as we began to walk up the hill, it began to rain.
We were both getting soaked!
I, in my leathers, was still quite comfortable. He, being naked, was getting chilled. On top of that, as I have said, most of the drive is limestone gravel. These are not easy on bare feet if you are accustomed to wearing shoes.
He asked (without permission to speak) if we could hurry out of the rain. I ignored this. When we reached the concrete portion I asked if he was cold.
Yes sir, was the reply. I told him to kneel down on his knees and pissed on him to warm him up. Not unnoticed was the fact that he opened his mouth when I was pissing on him.
As we again reached the gravel he gave some very low groans & “Oh, sirs.” Still he had not been given permission to talk.
As we entered the house, I gave him a towel that I keep by the door to dry my dog’s feet. He rubbed himself thoroughly & seemed to warm up.
I took him straight to my room, gave him a clean towel & allowed him to dry me & my leather from head to toe.
He was spending too much time drying my crotch as my dick was still straight up. A good slap in the face reminded him that he had not earned that yet. Also that he had to be corrected for talking without my permission, etc.
My bed is a large wooden bed. I keep ropes on the posts on the headboard and the footboard.
First I put a leather hood with blindfold & gag on him. I tied his arms to the footboard posts facing the bed. I tied his legs, stretched just so his cock (still bound) & balls barely hung over the footboard of the bed.
What a beautiful sight!
It was easy to tell that he worked out (he does) as he stood there, muscles tensed, not knowing what would happen next. But that dick was still hard.
Again, I noticed the flat nipples and immediately put some strong tit clamps on them. Then I began a slow & steady placement of clothespins on his body, culminating with about ten on the cock & balls. (These I had previously tied together in strands and left long strings on them. This so I could lie in bed and pull the strings and just torture different parts of his body or even all at once). This certainly brought on some moans and groans, making my dick even harder.
The one thing I had failed to mention is what a beautiful ass he has. As I lay there playing games on his body I could hardly force myself to wait to plow that ass. I restrained myself for about forty five minutes as I continued to pull the strings.
His body was covered with sweat by now.
I got up & went behind him. My head reached his shoulders. I began to slowly remove the clothespins. First one here, then one there, each time brushing the others and creating a bit more pain from each one.
Then having removed the others, I started to move the ones on his cock & balls.
This brought about some loud groans and an attempt to move away. Impossible. I jerked the rest off & rubbed his cock & balls vigorously. Man, did he squirm!
I untied his arms & feet, took off the hood & told him to undress me. I still had on my boots & leathers. This he did very carefully, and even tho my cock was right in his face when he removed my boots, he dared not touch it.
I finally allowed him to lick my pits, suck my tits & eventually lick my balls & attempt to suck my dick. Even tho he tried, he could only get the head in his mouth (I did say it was quite fat!)
I could wait no longer.
I laid him on his back, lifted his legs & rammed it home. He was tight and he did scream. I left it there, crammed in to the pubes, as his eyes teared a little & he took deep breaths to try to relax. Then I began to fuck him.
Even when horny, I can hold back if I try. I fucked his ass for over forty five minutes as I pulled his tit clamps, the hair on his chest and slapped his locked balls & dick around.
Unable to stand it any longer I came & came. As I pulled out he said, “Thank you daddy, thank you.”
I tied his arms to his sides so he could not play with himself & allowed him to sleep in my bed.
I awakened about four and fucked him again, then went to sleep with my cock up his ass.
Morning came early, another fuck & time to get up.
He had not slept well because of the collar. He was a little slow at moving so I gave him ten with a belt. Again his dick rose to the occasion.
As I ate my breakfast, he had his piss toasties (corn flakes, piss & a little sugar) on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. Fun to watch!
I decided we should go for a walk. After the rain it was cool but not cold. I donned my leathers, put on his leash & off we went. I did however have him carry one item. My whip. Five long tails of leather and I know how to use it.
There’s one special tree on the property that I love. When a slaveboy lays over and hugs it, his ass is just in place for a good fuck.
But to warm him up, I decided to give him fifteen good strokes with the whip. There was that hard dick sticking up in anticipation, both his and mine. I really laid it on his ass, then I fucked him. His leash was a good bridle, and I made it last as long as possible.
Lunchtime, I had a sandwich as he again attempted to suck dick. His licking of balls & dick, and really working at it deserved a reward, so I fucked him again.
The day was spent with small jobs such as polishing boots, getting his chest shaved, etc.
I decided we’d go to the bar.
Yes, there are bars even in east Tennessee.
He bathed me.
He himself got fucked & a nice plug shoved up his ass. I dressed him in a pair of jeans worn threadbare & two sizes too small, a white Tee and boots. Of course, his collar stayed on.
We got some looks as we entered the bar. It’s pretty much a college kid candy-ass bar. I bought him a beer. He loves to dance so I put him on the dance floor alone. The cocklock, tight pants & butt plug did their job. His cock looked large & hard as he danced. He got many appreciative looks. When he needed to piss I let him, in his pants, as he stood beside me. Again, this did not go unnoticed. A few friends came over to talk & admire his cock & ass. We left about one o’clock in the morning. By 1:30 we were home.
I had him strip in the truck & made him sit on my hand. I drove with one hand & worked the plug in his ass with the other. He was dying to come.
He undressed me & I allowed him to eat pits, tits, cock & balls. Then I fucked him again.
I awoke at 5:00 and used his ass again. He still was not allowed to come. I told him I had things to do, gave him his car keys and sent him down the drive naked and barefoot.
Yes, he called again!
