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Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua 6, Part 2

Joshua 6

Part 2: Flashback

The cool tile floor soothed my feet as I strolled down the hallway drying my hair. My reddened shoulders stung a bit from spending the day in the sun in my bathing suit. As I passed Dylan’s bedroom, I noticed the door was cracked open. I stopped and peeped in quietly. I draped the towel over my bare shoulders and watched him for a while, unnoticed.

 

He was such a beautiful kid. Well proportioned. Keenly athletic. Strong but not ripped. Bright hazel eyes. Silky, well-trimmed dirty blond hair. Wonderful deep brown skin that was impeccably smooth and evenly tanned. Absolutely exquisite toes. I could stare at his body all day, and I often got the chance. Logan, Dylan, and I had spent all day on the lake in their uncle’s boat fishing and skiing. We were worn out.

 

Reclining on his bed in his underwear, Dylan had already showered. The covers were pulled down, and he lay on top with pillows between his back and the headboard. His gorgeous feet were crossed. He often made me lick them, and I pretended not to like it. He thumbed through a bondage magazine taken from my stash, but he stopped browsing to focus his attention on one special picture. Dylan’s dick was stiff. He scratched himself and rubbed the cotton briefs over his erection. He gazed at the picture for several minutes. I loved the view.

 

Straight Guy's Rage

Cross-dressing and forced feminization have never been my thing, and apparently they were not a big thing for most Bound & Gagged readers. That doesn't mean I failed to publish all reader-written true experiences that came my way involving men forced into corsets, high heels and make-up; it's just that very few such experiences did. 

 

In the days of Bound & Gagged, this particular reader did write me more than one letter about his experiences, which I published. But I don't remember ever seeing this one, which I recently found in a box of unpublished material. The other pieces may have had some cross dressing in them, I can't say for sure. What I do remember is that most of the tops/masters he sought out, who were usually straight men themselves, as he himself may be, were more violent and cruel than I personally found palatable. Same goes for the top/master here, but there's no denying the story's powerful, and makes for hot reading.

 

A STRAIGHT MAN TAKES OUT HIS RAGE AGAINST

WOMEN ON HIS MALE SLAVE

 

RIVERSIDE, CA.—I knew Tom was married when I first met him and spent the night as his slave. We discussed it at great length. I wanted him to be the one that took the responsibility if his wife Janet ever found out about me.

 

I was thrilled that he “kept me on.” Janet was a computer analyst systems designer,and she traveled a lot. There were plenty of long weekends for me to be Tom’s sex toy and bondage plaything. But I always felt like I wanted more!

 

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua - 2

JOSHUA

Chapter 2

I was half asleep in my lounge chair when the late night knock came at my door. I knew exactly who it was. I switched on the porch light and invited Joshua in, but he pushed past me and ordered me to get the ropes. He was all business.

Sweet Williams Chairtied

As promised yesterday:

Sweet Williams Hogtied

I'm pretty sure I've never posted these particular photos of Sweet Williams before. They were taken on a beautiful sunny afternoon in Silverlake, which is either part of L.A. or a suburb of it, I've never been altogether sure. 

 

Apologies for darkness and fuzziness. These pics were almost certainly taken with my little one-shot camera. Similar, far clearer pics must have been taken by Greg Lenzman, who was with me that day, but I don't have time to go looking for them now.

Austin Edwards Tied to a Chair

I've always been a sucker for Irish boys with a slightly nasty gleam in their eye, and the next best thing to being tied up by them is tying them up, especially if there's a chance they'll take their revenge later. That's what happened with Austin Edwards.

Dakota Phillips in Bondage

I'm a small guy, and when he came to my house I thought that big, hairy Dakota Phillips, with his bearish attitude, would be more than I'd be comfortable taking on. But he eagerly let me tie him up and, once helpless, became as easy to handle as a lapdog. 

L.A.B.D. Grey—the Missing Scene (Continued)

Here's the rest of the pics from that cut scene:

L.A.B.D. Grey—the Missing Scene

Recently, I received the following email: 

May I ask a question that has been bothering me for a long time regarding your video, "L.A.B.D. Grey"?  Over the years I often have seen on the Internet still shots from the final scene of the video, in which the cowboy has the blond Marine tied up.  On occasion I also have come across still shots of what looks like that very same cowboy tied up, presumably after the Marine has turned the tables on him.  I've even found these latter shots mixed with the former in the same Internet posting.  However, while I have seen clips from "L.A.B.D. Grey" and I've seen the entire video, or what I assume was the  entire video, I've never seen any footage that would be the source of these tied up cowboy shots.

 

Do you know the photos to which I'm referring?  Was there another scene shot for "L.A.B.D. Grey" that might not have been included with the final release?  Does this scene exist somewhere else?  Is there any way you could direct me to a copy of this scene, if not to keep in my collection, then at least to view?

It's true, there was another scene, but it didn't work and was dropped from the final cut. We nevertheless did make a photo record of it which, for my writer's pleasure, and the pleasure of the rest of you, it is to be hoped, I post here, without too much regard for sequence.

Bondage Across the Board

A reader's submissions in a variety of positions, for one of our photo contests. 

Three Military Guys Fooling Around

 

I was certain I posted these pics last week, but couldn't find them anywhere on the site when I went looking an hour ago. So here they are again. Let's hope they don't disappear once more into the void. They're from the video L.A.B.D. Grey, and while the movie didn't tell much of a story, the bunch of guys we got together, especially for the first part (Barracks) played with the rope like kids, with real gusto. I was supposed to be directing the film, but in the end I mostly just stood back, squeezed my crotch, and watched.

Three Hot Young Guys in Bondage

The video Foot Frenzy was not one of our better efforts. We set out that day to make a video not really knowing exactly what we were going to do. What we did know was that we had three good-looking bottoms and one top, all of whom were into bondage and also into feet and footwear. An ideal combination, from my point of view. But we hadn't worked out the story very well, and we also had time constraints: several people had just so much time to make the video before they had to be elsewhere, and that problem was compounded by the fact that an important member of the crew sent word that he couldn't arrive until very late. We had to fill the time beforehand, and I did that by tying up the three bottoms in different ways, and taking pictures. I've always regretted not filming that shoot. It might have been better than the video we made.

Dungeon Hi-Jinks (Cont'd)

The new guys continue playing in the dungeon. Not sure if the photos follow each other in the right order, but I did my best. The first two photos probably started out the session, but I can't be sure of that. Possibly all these photos were done on different occasions.

Dungeon Hi-Jinks

Here's what happened when two young guys, who'd never done much bondage or played with much gear, but as friends of a Bound & Gagged employee had been getting turned on to the scene, were let loose in the B&G dungeon. We'll start with what happened when one of them tried on a Russian flight suit, and move on from there.

Caged

This story was published in Issue 63 (Mar/Apr 1998) of Bound & Gagged. It was originally titled "Cage Day," but as I prepared it for posting I came up with the following title, which I prefer:

 

DESPERATE SLAVE LOCKS SELF IN CAGE

 

MILWAUKEE, WI. I have been reading B&G for almost as long as you have been putting it out. I usually find a new idea for play in each issue. I have submitted stories in the past and here is another one!

     

Sometimes when I am extremely horny, beyond the normal usual, I like to put myself in bondage. Even though I live with a creative Master I get pleasure out of trying to put myself into a creative and miserable situation that I can’t get myself out of. It’s fairly easy to do.

     

One day I was miserably horny and alone on a day off. My Master was hard at work. We hadn’t played for more than a week for one reason and another. I think we were in a deadline kind of situation between our jobs and the company that we run in most of our spare time. I decided that I was going to put myself into bondage in a way that I hoped would turn him on enough to take him away from the kinky doldrums that we had gotten ourselves into.

     

We have an iron cage in our bedroom which measures 46" long by 27" wide by 36" high. With the right lock, it is in itself impossible to get out. It was the only structure for the bondage that day. To begin I had a leather chastity jock on for which I had the key. I loosened the crotch strap and shoved a dildo up my hole then relocked it. I then buckled a wide cowhide belt very tightly around my waist. The belt is actually a collar for a cow. I locked a leather collar around my neck. I took some shorter lengths of chain and measured the space between my waist and the belt around my waist and locked the chain in place so that I would be forced to remain on my knees. I took another longer length and draped it over the top of the cage and pulled it through the side bars of the cage. This would eventually be locked to rings on both sides of the collar. Next I took a pair of leg irons and put them on the floor of the cage spreading the chain as wide as I could around the bars of the cage while allowing space to lock them on my ankles. I dug through the toy bag until I found two sets of police handcuffs. I double locked one cuff from each pair around my wrists. The last preliminary step was to strap a ball gag tightly into my mouth. I found the two locks that I needed to secure the chain to my collar then crawled backwards into the cage. It was only minutes before I expected my Master to get home.

     

Once inside the cage I locked the leg irons around my ankles which forced my legs apart toward opposite corners of the cage. I then locked the end of the chain which I had already attached to the cage to the ring in the belt around my waist. I locked the two ends of the chain to the rings in my collar. My head was held toward the top of the cage keeping my arms straight and almost off the floor of the cage. I balanced myself on my knees well enough to slip the padlock into the cage door and then waited until I heard my Master come in through the back door. At that point I threw the ring full of keys out of the cage across the room where he would see them. I strapped a blindfold on and then locked the free end of the cuffs to the cage bars in the front corners of the cage. I had just finished my bondage when he walked into the bedroom. I was dripping with sweat from the effort that I was making to get myself into bondage.

     

He walked in the room and chuckled. I felt a little embarrassed at what I had done to myself. He said, “Nice… artful, too,” and then walked out of the room.

     

I had made his dinner for him. He simply had to serve himself. He finished his dinner then sat in front of the television to watch the news. I had intended to put a pair of Japanese Clover clamps weighted with a quarter pound of lead weights on each side but I forgot them hanging on the top of the cage frame. I wanted the pain as much as I wanted the bondage.

     

More than an hour passed. I could tell because I turned the stereo on before I started the bondage. The New Age disc that started shortly after he arrived home had started and ended. I was beginning to feel miserable and tired. I couldn’t move in any direction in order to find relief. My knees began to feel sore and my arms trembled from the stressful position that I had put them in. Finally I heard him coming up the stairs.

 

I wanted release and still I would have felt disappointed if he had released me. When he walked in the room he said, “Well, well, well, interesting… How do you like that position?”

 

 I muttered, “I’m tired,” through the gag.

 

He said, “What? I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

 

He picked up the tit clamps that I had hung on the cage and attached them to my tits. “This should make things more enjoyable for you…”

 

He went into the closet to change, then laid on the bed. I heard the pages of his book rustle as he turned them. He read until the next compact disc in the changer came on, then went into the toy bags. He found another lead weight and attached it to the chain between the tit clamps and then laid down again to continue reading. A while later he attached another weight to the tit clamp chain. I moaned and he laughed. He went back to his book. He got up again. This time I hoped it was to release me but it was to put another weight on the chain. I moaned and screamed.

 

My struggle caused the weights to swing which caused one of the clamps to pull off my tit. I moaned. I could feel my eyes roll back inside my head under the blindfold. He reattached the clamp then adjusted the other one. The clamps slipped off again. The sweat on my chest made my tits too slippery for the weighted clamps to hold. My Master gave up on the clamps and then released me a while later. The sweat on my body was evaporating and I was beginning to feel cold.

     

He let me out of the cage long enough to get a drink of water and to take a piss. It was extremely difficult to take a leak with the dildo pressing against my prostate but I managed to relieve myself in a long burning trickle. He locked me in the cage again and then gave me a blanket to wrap around myself until I warmed up again. I wondered if I was going to be forced to sleep in the cage that night.

     

Some time later he bound me in another position within the cage. This time I was forced to sit with my back against the back bars. My collar was locked to the bars so that I couldn’t slump. My wrists were attached by the handcuffs so that they were in front of me and stretched to the bars on opposite sides of the cage. He took the belt that had been around my waist and strapped my waist through the back bars and then tied my ankles with rope so that they were forced apart.

 

My Master has a favorite pair of tit clamps which he refers to as “My favorite” meaning that I like them. They look like a pair of tweezers with plastic tips on them. He likes to use them on me when my tits are already sore from other clamps and his typical abuse. He took the plastic covers off the tips leaving three pointed teeth to dig into my tits.

 

I usually lose control of myself when he uses them and I cum even when I try desperately to hold it back. I came! On cue! After I cum he usually removes them right away because the pain that they cause is unbearable after I cum. This time he left them on. I wriggled and struggled. I screamed as much as I was able through the gag, but it was to no avail. He chuckled and left them there to dig farther into my tits. After a while I acquiesced to the pain and began to enjoy it. He left them on while he went back to his book. I moaned and whimpered a lot but he attentively ignored me.

 

He finally came over to the cage again, reaching through the bars to jack me off. I came again. It was a tremendous orgasm this time. It made me feel so high that it took a long time to come down. When I did, I was still bound with the clamps on. My Master was talking me down. His voice was soft and menacing. He tightened the clamps and I screamed.

 

I begged, “Please, Sir, please, Sir? PLEASE, Sir!”

 

He tightened them again and asked, “Please, more Sir? Is that what you’re begging for?”

     

“No, SIR! Please take them off Sir!”

     

He tightened them again and then began to work my cock again. He jacked me off until I had another orgasm. I didn’t cum, I just had an orgasm. I screamed this time. I was totally fucked up from the orgasm and from the pain that the clamps were causing. I could feel my Master quickly, almost in a panic, removing the clamps and the restraints. He opened the cage and helped me slide out. I sat helplessly on the floor until I regained enough sense to start to climb up the foot board of the bed to my feet.

     

My Master had already pulled the blankets on the bed back. I jumped into bed without cleaning up the mess that we had made. That in itself is extremely unusual. I am anal retentive and neurotically neat. While I laid half awake he closed the front of the jock and locked it.

 

I slept with the dildo still up my ass and my cock imprisoned in the jock. I woke up in agony. I had to take a dump and a piss. Once Master had allowed me to do that I was ready to play more. It was Saturday morning and he was horny too…