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Self Binder Gets Help from Roommate

Hallelujah! Every once in a while someone comes through with a great bondage reminiscence. This one just arrived in my mailbox today. Any of you out there have stories to tell from your college (or other) years? I'm sure some of you do. Write me about them.

 

In the summer between graduation and my freshman year of college, I was selected to take part in a college prep program to jumpstart my studies in the fall. It would be for a week at my college, and I really didn't want to go, because I thought it was bullshit and I wanted to party in my hometown. My parents made me go anyway and I was on my way. We were staying in college dorms, and when I got there my roommate was a guy named Will. Will was about 5'5", 130 pounds with a swimmer’s build. I figured OK he looks harmless and cool, so we settled in.

 

As the week went on, the classes were in the morning and the parties took place at night. Will didn’t drink, so a couple of nights I came back to the room buzzed and went to bed. One night, I was still kind of sober after only a couple of beers and came back earlier than usual. I walked in the room and Will was standing there in just black bikini briefs. “Oh, I didn’t think you would be back for awhile,” he said.

 

I asked him if I was intruding on something and he said no, but I noticed he was holding a short piece of rope behind him. I asked him what it was for and he said that he was going to use it for self bondage. Being still a little buzzed, I offered to tie him up for shits and giggles. He said yes and put his hands behind his back. As I was tying his hands, I noticed that I had gotten hard. Seeing him in the bikini briefs and tied up got me horny. I never felt this way before. I had tied up a girl for fun a couple of times, but this was a guy and I was harder than with the girl. He also rubbed his ass into my crotch to drive me crazy. I then clamped my hand over his mouth and snarled in his ear, “So you're a teaser, huh?”

 

“Being handgagged made Will hard as a rock. I then started to slowly rub his bulge under the briefs and his tied hands latched on to my cock over my pants. Being the 80s, I was wearing bikini briefs also and quickly stripped down to them. We then resumed this erotic dance of hot horny sex with me handgagging him while I wrapped my arms around his bound body.  I found a sock on a dresser and gagged him with it.

 

The sexual tension kept rising as I was jerking him off with one hand and now playing with his nipple with the other.  I kept him like that until he shot a load over the floor. I followed suit over him. We then fell asleep on his bed with his hands now tied in front of him.

 

We played a few times after that and it was a great introduction to bondage. I wonder where he is today.

Not for Ransom

It took longer than I like to publish, and has taken longer than it should for me to blog about it, but I’m getting around to it at last. Not for Ransom, my eBook of 24 Bound & Gagged kidnapping stories, is now available on Amazon Kindle.

 

I’ll say it again, since I’m constantly being asked this: You don’t need a Kindle device to read the book. Just download the free Kindle app and Not for Ransom will be readable on any electronic device you own.

 

I state my theories on kidnapping in the introduction to the book, but now I’ll try putting them to the test. How many of you have fantasized about being kidnapped and kept in ropes and/or chains or both? I’ve always suspected it’s a huge fantasy, especially among male bondage fanatics, but this may be the first time I’ve ever asked the question directly. I wish you'd let me know.

 

Let me know, too, those of you who are kidnapping fans, if you’ve ever done a kidnapping scene, either as kidnapper or kidnappee. I’ve been asked to do such scenes more times than I can remember, but I've always refused, not simply because it’s a hell of a lot of work but also and mainly because it would be far too dangerous to stage a kidnapping on a New York City street.

 

On the same subject, the other day my dear friend Jason Branch, whom some readers may remember as the star of a number of Bound & Gagged videos, sent me the following very à propos article from the BBC News. I wish this had happened and been reported before I published Not for Ransom. I would have used it in my intro.

 

I reprint the article in its entirety here:

 

Men hired for sexual fantasy break into wrong house

In a sex fantasy gone wrong, two men with machetes entered the wrong house in New South Wales, Australia, before quickly realising their error.

One of them has now been acquitted of entering a home armed with a weapon in July 2019, Australian media report.

They had been hired to carry out a client's fantasy of being tied up in his underwear and stroked with a broom.

The judge concluded that "the facts of the case are unusual".

The role play was arranged over Facebook by a man near Griffith, New South Wales, who provided his address to the hired pair.

"He was willing to pay A$5,000 if it was 'really good'," the judge said.

However, the client moved to another address 50km (30 miles) away without updating the two men. They then entered a home on the street of the original address.

When the resident noticed a light on in his kitchen at 06:15, he assumed it was a friend who came by daily to make morning coffee.

When the men called out the name of their client, the resident turned on the light and removed a sleep apnoea mask he was wearing.

It was then that he saw them standing above his bed with the machetes, which they appeared to have brought as props for the role play.

When they realised their error, one of the pair said, "Sorry, mate", and shook the resident's hand, according to local reports.

The two men then drove to the correct address, where the client noticed one man had a "great big knife" in his trousers and asked them to leave the weapons in their car.

The client then cooked bacon, eggs and noodles, and a short time later, the police arrived at the property, found the machetes in the car and arrested the hired pair.

The judge ruled that evidence did not suggest the men's actions were intentional.

"They carried the machetes either as a prop or something to use in that fantasy," he said. "The fantasy was unscripted and there was discretion as to how it would be carried out."

A lawyer for Terrence Leroy, one of the accused, said: "It was a commercial agreement to tie up and stroke a semi-naked man in his underpants with a broom. Entry was not with intent to intimidate."