[I have always been fascinated by the way guys come to discover their bondage fascination. This story, published in Issue 11 (July/August 1989) is a particular favorite of mine. BW]
TORONTO. You asked for true experiences and stories about how we got turned on by this subject and I thought I'd relate mine to you. Also you wanted to know real experiences and even about self-bondage and what excited us, turned us on. Well I'll start at the beginning.
My first sexual excitement was through the comics. I think that is why, even now, I'm turned on by drawings of bondage, torture devices, dungeons, crosses, men being punished and abused. All of this leading to some type of sexual activity.
Of course when I first saw the drawings in the comics they were not supposed to be sexual but to me they drove me wild. It was comics like Flash Gordon. Often they had bondage panels. He had a female companion—both of them were very good looking but for some reason the sight of Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers tied really excited me. I was very young but very impressionable. There was one drawing where one of the men, I think it was Gordon, was stripped to the waist with even his tights and boots removed, just shorts, and he was suspended, spread-eagled, in this large room with other instruments of punishment around. Well I was only about 7 years old but this drawing really got me hard. I used to lie in bed on my stomach and spread-eagle myself and pretend I was him. I remember wishing it was me stripped and suspended like that. Of course I didn't go much beyond that, but I'd rub myself on the bed, like fucking, and I'd cum like that. I was always ashamed of this of course but couldn't stop this fantasy. After a while I heard about masturbation but even then I only thought sexually in a bondage context. I also always thought of myself as the one who was being punished. I tried to fight these desires and did for a while but something would always come up to bring this bondage, punishment fantasy back.
When I was around 12 I really got turned on by a copy of the National Geographic. I'm not kidding. It might seem funny but there was a series of articles about early Greek and Roman civilizations and there were drawings of naked men in sports contact: wrestling, boxing, throwing javelins, running. Other contests of strength and endurance. The fact that they were naked and performing for others affected me sexually. Other drawings that really got me hot were of a slave auction. Again the people were nude, both men and women. Like I used to wish it was me suspended, now it was my identifying as one of the slaves to be sold and used for some sexual purpose. I was too naive to know exactly what.
Sexually these were my secret fantasies and I never masturbated without some kind of bondage fantasy. I still don't today.
When I was about 14 or 15 I was advancing pretty quickly through school and I really went wild when I found a book of early Christian Martyrs. Although the tortures were terminal they would send me into a masturbating frenzy. I found several books in the reference library with hundreds of drawings. I found out where you could buy these books at a store near the university and well that was my pornography. Of course it was always me who was being punished or tortured. Although I didn't like the terminal part of all this—well it was only fantasy.
I started dating girls and always seemed to attract them. I was never a true jock being on the small side but was well built for my size and very good at some sports. So I had no trouble finding girls but liked to abuse them. Also I always only had one girl at a time. There were many reasons for this, some not sexual. I always felt it was some kind of trust you had with another person and to be unfaithful would hurt the other person. Also I wasn't interested in straight sex. So I'd train my girl friends into the kind of things that I liked. You'd be surprised at the number of girls who like to be tied, spanked, fucked and made to do degrading things.
When I was about 16 I met a guy at track and we became good friends. He was about a year or two older and one day when we were showering he offered to soap my back. I don't know but for some reason I really felt excited. A strange feeling like when I'd get hot from reading about torture scenes. It happened suddenly like. I mean I'd been around naked boys before of course and it never struck me as being anything at all, but the way he said it, not so much an offer but rather a statement.
Well he told me to turn around and lean against the shower room wall. When he touched me I almost died. I think I was shaking. He started soaping my neck and giving me a massage. He worked his way down my back and finally his hands went to my ass. I must admit it felt fantastic, being nude and in that hot shower room being soaped up and I thought of those drawings in the National Geographic, and what got me really hot was thinking that we were slaves and after we finished our shower we would have to wrestle in the arena or be tortured for the amusement of our Masters.
I felt him push up against me and could feel his cock rubbing on the outside of my ass. I was so excited I could hardly breathe and then he reached around and took hold of my cock and he said something that really got me going. He said he'd seen some of my books on torture when he was in my room and he'd like to torture me. I came right then, I couldn't help it. You have to remember this was quite some time ago and things were not so liberal. I was pretty shaken and embarrassed. But Gil just smiled. We didn't say anything but finished washing and just in time because some of the other guys in track came in.
We went to a restaurant and didn't say anything about what happened but as we were leaving Gil said that wasn't that horny the way I came. I had to admit it was. Then he told me about some books his uncle had that reminded him of the stuff he saw in my room only it was a lot hornier and guys had to serve other guys and these Masters would tie up their victims and spank them and make them do all kinds of weird things. His uncle had let him read some of the stories and he'd let me read them if he could watch me read them naked. He said if I liked the books on Martyrs then I'd really get hot reading his Uncle's stuff. Well I couldn't resist because just thinking about reading such things got me hard again.
Gil's Uncle let him use his apartment. He was an airline pilot and was away quite a bit, so we made arrangements to meet there Saturday at noon. I walked around in a daze for about two days and cancelled my date for Saturday night saying I had to visit relatives with my folks.
When I arrived at the apartment Gil was there. We talked about the track club and had something to eat and then Gil asked if I had forgotten what I had said. I told him no but I didn't know. "OK. You do want to see the books and pictures my Uncle has, don't you?" I said I did but couldn't I just see them. He said that the deal was that I could only see them if I took my things off. Then he said he'd show me one of the books just to show me what I'd miss. He got the book and stood beside me turning the pages slowly. There were stories of men on crosses, being whipped, stretched. Some were partly clothed, others were naked, tied to posts and A-frames. All this really turned me on, especially one drawing where a naked man was being impaled on an upright dildo on a rod just short of waist high. He was being lowered by a pulley and other men with straps, etc., were around him.
After a few pages, Gil said that he knew I'd like the stuff and if I wanted to see any more I'd have to let him watch me read the books naked. I was getting really horny so I said OK and he said let's go into the living room. When we got there he said he wanted me to take the books to the centre of the room and to strip and sit facing him on the foot stool and to look at the pictures. So I stripped and when I did Gil took my clothes up and said that he was going to put them away because potential slaves didn't need clothes. When he said slave I almost passed out. He said that since he was the Boss now, I should call him Sir. Well I felt a little funny about that but he explained that if I wanted to be a slave then someone would have to be in command. Then he had me tell him that I really did want to be a slave and so I naturally had to call him Sir.
Well I did call him Sir and he said that his Uncle had told him that to make a slave really do what you want and to make sure he knows who's Boss you have to punish them because that's what slaves are for, for the enjoyment of the Master. He said too that if I was a good slave for him he might introduce me to his uncle who was a real Master and that he'd been training Gil. He said he made him do all kinds of things and sometimes he'd get so horny he'd cum until he was exhausted.
I asked him if he was his uncle's slave and he said yes and that his uncle had asked him if he knew of anyone else who might be interested and he knew about my books so he put two and two together and I was obviously perfect slave material. He added that if I didn't want to go on with what we were doing then maybe we should just forget about it and he'd put the books and pictures away and we'd go shoot pool or something.
Well I was sitting there naked with a semi and horny as hell. All I had to do was peek at the pictures and so I said OK, I'll do what you want and I just naturally added Sir.
Gil made me look through a couple of books and just sat there watching me. A couple of times my hand went to my cock and he told me to keep my hands away from it, that he'd tell me when I could touch myself and that his uncle had taught him that a slave was only for the Master's amusement and pleasure and so I'd better obey or he'd call the whole thing off. Well I was so hot by this time that's the last thing I wanted to happen so I did as I was told.
Finally Gil got up and said he was going to get something and I was to keep looking at the drawings. I can tell you it was hell keeping my hands away from my cock. When Gil came back I really choked 'cause all he had on was a kind of leather jock-strap and a leather vest. He looked something like the guys in the pictures and well I can tell you I was lost.
He made me get up and duck walk over to where he was sitting. He told me that was just to humiliate me and to see if I'd be obedient. He then had me lay across his lap and then he gave me a real spanking. He said all kinds of things to me like, how I was going to like being a slave and that when his uncle got ahold of me I'd feel like those slaves in the pictures.
When he had me lay across his lap he had me hold both my forearms and then he said he was going to tie them like that so my hands couldn't get in the way and they'd be secured behind my back and I'd be helpless and he could torture me and get me ready to meet his uncle. Well all this talk was really getting to me and so I laid myself down across him and it was a much hornier feeling than I had ever had with a girl friend. He said the spanking was to make me more obedient and he certainly knew how to do it. He started real slow and in between slaps he would ask me questions and rub my ass. Questions like, did I like being spanked and was I going to be a good little slave boy. This went on for some time and the spanks got a little harder as he went on and I was so hot.
My cock was between his legs and he squeezed his legs together enclosing my cock and my cock was trapped there and as he spanked me my cock rubbed up and down between his legs because I couldn't stop moving and he tried to get me to stop moving but when I did he'd squeeze his legs harder and massage my ass and move his hand up between my ass cheeks and then slap my ass again. Well I was hot and just started fucking, moving my cock up and down between his legs and he just started hitting me faster and my ass was glowing and hot and well I came like a fountain. It seemed I couldn't stop coming. This was like my phantasy.
We, or at least I, was exhausted, I even think there were tears in my eyes, but he didn't stop there. He told me that I had disobeyed him and he made me get on the floor on my knees and tell him I was sorry for coming and then he told me to lick up all the cum that was all over his legs and some on the leather jock he was wearing. Well I had just cum and I really was exhausted but he took the back of my head and said, "Lick up the cum, slave," and well I just started to do it. I had never even thought of such a thing but for some reason I knew it was part of the game. And I started to get excited all over again, licking up the cum. He then said that his uncle had done the same things to him and if I wanted to get used to being a slave I'd better get used to the taste of cum.
There was some on the leather jock and he held my head and told me to lick it off the jock. Then he asked me if I liked it and he made me say that I did. It was really a very tart taste but his making me do it really made me so hot. He then asked me if I ever had my cock sucked. I told him a couple of my girl friends had. Well, he said, slaves have to learn to suck cock too, just like girls and faggots. Slaves have to be taught how to suck because that was part of being a slave, to make his Master feel good, and then he pushed me back on my heels and after he made me lick the cum off his leather pouch. The leather had a strong odour which still turns me on and I could feel that his cock was really hard. I'd never considered this part of it. I mean, I was pretty young and now I'm not even sure what I thought would happen between a slave and Master but I never really thought about it in this way. But it turned me on for some reason I can't even explain today.
Anyway he slipped out of the jock and told me his uncle makes him beg to kiss his cock and I'd have to do the same. So I was so lost and excited I started begging to be able to kiss his cock. He teased me for quite a while and then he let me kiss the head. He told me to kiss it like I was kissing someone. He said his uncle made him worship his cock. He then told me to lick it like it was a cone or something. He made me lick all around the head of his penis and up and down the sides and told me to kick his balls too. Finally he said I bet you're ready to suck a cock now and I did. I mean doing this had never really entered my mind. I always associated cocksucking between guys as something only those feminine guys would do. But here I was on my knees, my arms tied behind my back, hot as hell, begging to suck cock. I mean I really wanted that cock. Something came over me.
He took my head and said, OK, cocksucker, suck that dick in your mouth. I want to show you off to Uncle Rob. You're going to be a real good slave boy, just like me.
I took the cock in my mouth and Gil told me how to lick and suck it and I was so hot I came again without even touching my cock. He knew I was cumming and he started fucking my face in a frenzy and he came too. Christ it was crazy I was gagging and crying and cumming. But I really wanted that cock.
We lay there panting, my head on his thigh and I was fascinated by his cock. It was like it was alive or something. He made me hold it in my mouth while we talked.
Gil said something about how his uncle liked to train guys and have slaves, but he was really pretty strict and he liked strapping guys and making them do weird things and if I liked what had gone on he'd introduce me but I couldn't fuck up and embarrass Gil or he wouldn't bring me over again. I nodded and I told him I'd do anything his uncle wanted.
Gil undid my arms and we had something to eat. We both got on the couch after and masturbated each other while looking at the bondage books. We kept doing that, playing with each other, til we were so exhausted we fell asleep. Of course all the time Gil was saying how his uncle would treat us and that some of the things we were looking at we'd have to do.
I saw Gil at school the following Monday and he just winked. About a month later I received a call from him to say that his uncle would be at home that weekend so why didn't I make arrangements to stay with them overnight. He said he'd told his uncle that he thought I'd be a good slave and that he, Gil, had made me give him a blow job and had even spanked me, tied me up and I seemed to want it, "So what do you say?"
I gulped, and said yes.
[Look for the further adventures of this slave with Gil's Uncle Rob.]
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