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Lost Bondage Stories - 31

For me, personally, the best recent find from my unpublished book of male bondage accounts was this interview I conducted back in the 1980s with the late and much lamented Jim Stewart, founder of Fetters. If Jim alone was not the single person most responsible for inspiring the modern bondage movement, he is certainly one of its gods, justly deserving pride of place in its pantheon. I'd completely forgotten I'd ever done this interview, which at the time I'd simply titled

 

 

INTERVIEW WITH A BRITISH BONDAGE FANATIC

 

Q. How old were you when you first became aware of your interest in bondage?

 

A. Interest and awareness of interest are two different things. I think the more I became aware of bondage the more I realized that certain experiences in the past were connected with it.

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Readers have asked whether any conflict ever arose between me and the brothers, Logan and Dylan, when I was their slave during our high school days and beyond. Actually we quarreled more frequently than I would have liked. Usually the tension resulted from my overzealous passion for rough play. Logan and Dylan often preferred to spend their spare time in carefree leisure, but I was driven to satisfy my powerful urges for bondage come hell or high water. 

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"Here's what happened after Logan and Dylan lost the torture game that upset everyone so much in Chapter 34," Eric wrote me, when he sent me this chapter. "As I said in the interview, secretly I think they liked to be submissive once in a while, although they would never have admitted to such feelings. That would have been too wimpy. But I think you'll also see from this account that when they did allow the tables to be turned, and they themselves were dominated, they were good sports about it. They could take what they dished out, and then some."

 

The chapter is long, but it's all of a piece, and I can't see breaking it up. So enjoy it at your leisure either before or after you stuff yourself silly with your Thanksgiving turkey.

 

Chapter 35

The Payoff

 

Graham stayed with his two cousins the entire week following our latest lake house torture game. He helped us with our summer business, mowing and cleaning yards, and we paid him a share of our earnings for the week. But since Logan and Dylan had lost the torture game, they still faced having to pay off the bet they had made. They were each due fifty belt lashes, and they had to serve as our slaves for 24 hours.

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Fun at the Beach — An Interlude

Logan’s extended family rented a couple of beach houses every June. Usually they rented the houses from Saturday to Saturday during the week of Father’s Day, although the week could vary. It was an occasion for all the aunts, uncles and cousins to gather from near and far to spend some quality time together. This year, the houses were beachfront. One house was a huge new three story complex, and the other was a smaller, older house beside it.

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Chapter 32: A Price to Pay 

2. 

Two-on-Two

 

The boys all slept in late Saturday morning, and though I was usually an early riser, I took advantage of the extra time to rest as well. It was about 10:00 by the time we were all up. The other three started breakfast while I scrubbed my feet with a scouring pad and a bar of soap in the bathroom to get them clean before Ms. Anderson could see them and jump all over me for tracking dirt in her house.

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This chapter's pretty long, so I'll run it over two days.—BW

 

Chapter 32: A Price to Pay 

1. 

Road Trip

 

Logan, Dylan and I left their uncle’s lake house about 4:00 Friday afternoon and arrived back at their home shortly before five. It was the second week of June. Their cousin Graham, who had just finished eighth grade, came an hour later to visit for the weekend. I had seen Graham barely two weeks before, but I would have sworn he had grown since then. He was shooting up like a weed, tall and thin.

 

The four of us took my car and hung out around town Friday night. I wore a light blue North Carolina Tar Heels tee shirt, not tucked. Logan and Dylan made me wear a jockstrap rather than my normal white briefs underneath my cutoff blue jeans, but I was in bare feet as usual.

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Dylan in Charge

Part 2

 

 

I awakened from deep sleep early Saturday morning, rather abruptly, so that it seemed to me like I was still dreaming. My shoulders were terribly sore, and I was cold. It took a minute for me to realize that I was not surfing at the beach under the summer sun with my friends, as I had been doing just moments ago in my dream. 

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Dylan in Charge

Part 1

It was the middle of May, just two weeks to go in my junior year of high school. I was several days into my second term of slavery to my best friend Logan and his younger brother Dylan. I had promised to serve them until midnight New Year’s Eve, which seemed an eternity away. The second weekend of my term was rapidly approaching, and I dreaded every passing minute. I prayed the weekend would never arrive, for two reasons.

 

First, Logan was out of town on a trip with his private school. He left Wednesday night and would not return until late Sunday afternoon, and during all that time Dylan would have sole custody of me. Dylan could be cruel when he wanted, and the thought of his being in charge scared me to death.

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Chapter 25

Part 3

One on One

 

Later that afternoon, Logan and Dylan’s spirits were up again. They taunted me. Challenged me.

 

I decided to involve them in some friendly competition. I told them they were going to play a game of one-on-one basketball, one point per basket, win by two. The game was to 21. The loser would receive 30 lashes with a belt to be delivered by the winner.

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Chapter 25

Part 2

In the Cards

 

All three of us loved games of chance. The agreement was that we would leave it to chance, to a deck of cards, to determine if Logan and Dylan would become my slaves, and if so, for how long.

 

It was Logan who had offered the compromise. We would draw cards. If the brothers’ card was higher, I would become their slave immediately and remain their slave for the next four months, through Labor Day.