[This story appeared in Issue 13 (November/December 1989). Though I personally wince at the idea of being used as a human punching bag, an idea which I know does turn on a lot of guys, the bondage itself, not to mention the sexy gear, is a dream come true.]
VANCOUVER, BC. A friend of mine in Vancouver and I get together from time to time to play around with bondage etc. much like another two guys might get together for a Saturday afternoon tinker with car engines in the garage. Here's what we tinkered with this time…
We had talked about how much each of us liked the look of boxing gloves and boxing headgear so we went out and bought two pairs of boxing gloves and one piece of headgear. One set of gloves were fairly heavy, black with a white area where most of the contact would be made, and lots of laces. The second pair was a bit lighter in weight, black, but had velcro closures on the wrists so that one person could put them on by himself while the other was tied up from a beam to be used as the punching practice bag. All this boxing gear was used so it had a sweat & leather smell to it, which was great. Interesting to imagine who had sweated and slugged it out before with this gear. Anyway, it was decided that I would be the human punching bag today, so off came my clothes.
To start with, my feet were prepared. A pair of sport socks were soaked in warm salt water and I then put them on. Aluminum foil was then wrapped around my feet up to my ankles. Wires from an electrical exercise machine were then connected to the aluminum foil and taped securely on. Finally, a pair of 10 inch high, very old & worn but still supple logging boots complete with caulks were tightly laced onto my feet, the two wires coming out the tops of my boots.
Next my head was prepared. An open-face, thick latex hood was pulled over my head. It was a tight fit and due to the weight of the latex it took some time and struggling to get it on. It covered my entire neck, and the open face was actually nose and eyes only. In the mouth was a diver's rubber mouthpiece which I bit down on but could easily breathe through. My nostrils were stuffed with cotton & KY jelly and then taped over so I could only breathe through my mouth. A tube was then forced into my diver's mouthpiece until it reached into my throat. This took a bit of getting used to and any sounds I now made were nothing more than grunts. The tube protruded about an inch out of my mouth and was also taped so I couldn't force it out.
A heavy leather posture collar was then buckled on and then locked on so my head was immobilized. A gas mask was then tightly stretched on over my immobilized head. The gas mask had tubing that was about six feet long extending from the mouth area. This tubing lead to a series of valves and bottles that allowed breath control while mixing any amount of poppers into the air.
We tried a practice run. The air was turned off to check the head seal with the mask, and I struggled for air but got none. I nodded and grunted to signify that this worked. Then I got my first couple of breaths which was a relief but I started feeling poppers but couldn't smell them. I enjoyed the soft, sinking feeling but grunted and nodded to signify that this also worked.
As the poppers wore off I could see out through my gas mask eyepieces the laces of the boxing headgear being loosened. It was pulled over my head and wiggled into place, the leather of the latex squeaking against the rubber of the gasmask and latex hood I was wearing. When the headgear finally was in position I could feel the chinstrap being fastened and tightened. Then the laces up the back of the headgear was tightened enough to feel the leather squeezing my head. Now my head only moved with my shoulders, I couldn't nod, move sideways or twist. I could feel the muscles tighten as I tried, but nothing moved. Needless to say, but I was hard as rock long before this point, but I didn't attempt to touch my cock.
Next came my hands. Two snug leather shackles were buckled onto my wrists and then the heavier boxing gloves were pulled onto my hands. They are certainly great for hand bondage, as they hold your fingers tightly together in a slightly bent position, while your thumb is inside its own padded sleeve. Very little movement is possible once on. Now the lacings were tightened and intricately woven through the D ring that protruded into the lacing area from the shackle below so that only a D ring protruded from the inside of each wrist. The gloves soon began to heat up, and I gripped one glove between my naked thighs and tried to pull out my hand. It was in there solidly, as the wrist shackles under the glove prevented any movement.
I was still nude except for my hand, feet and head coverings.
Next I was manoeuvered over to a horizontal 2 by 4 bar about seven feet in length that was attached to two upright support beams. Another beam ran above my head by about two feet. I packed up against the horizontal beam so that it rested in the small of my back. My gloved hands were then pulled out from my body and padlocked to the beam so that each glove was about two feet from my body. I could still move the glove some even though I was padlocked by the D ring on my wrist shackle. This changed quickly though as duct tape was wrapped around the gloves and beam together and this soon immobilized not only my hands but almost all arm movement as well.
Ropes were then attached to two pulleys, one each directly above each shoulder on the beam above me. The thick white rope was led down behind each shoulder and down to each hip. Heavily padded sleeves were fastened around the top of each of my thighs and the rope from the pulleys was attached to an eye on each of these pads. The rope was then pulled through these pulleys, and the result was to just lift my caulked logging boots off the floor. The padding pulled up tightly into my crotch but it was very comfortable even though it supported most of my weight. My balance was kept by taped gloves on the beam and the rope from my hips to behind my shoulders.
Next ropes were fastened from my posture collar to the beam above my head, which pulled a bit on my neck and head, but further held me upright.
Then, something that really turned me on, ropes were pulled through the ear pieces on the boxing headgear and also fastened to the beam above my head. Now the only thing left to move were my legs which I still could kick around in the air with. However, as soon as I tried this, rope was tied around my booted ankles and my booted feet were pulled up behind my ass and tied to the beam behind the small of my back. Then a bar was tied behind my knees, forcing my bent legs wide apart at the knees and taking away any sense of protection for my cock and balls.
Now I was suspended and totally immobilized. I could only see straight ahead through the gasmask eye pieces as I couldn't move my head. My friend and now captor could not be seen unless he stood directly in front of me, and then I could only see his neck and head and the bare wall.
I hung for a while without seeing anything but shadows moving. I couldn't hear well as my ears had plugs put in just before the latex hood was pulled into place. This was very comfortable bondage for the moment, though immobile.
I noticed breathing now became just a bit more difficult as I hung there. But I got used to pulling just a bit harder—it wasn't real hard, but it just kept my mind on breathing. I hung there longer, seeing the occasional shadow and kept thinking about my breathing.
I felt my balls being wrapped and tied, and then weighted so that it was just a bit uncomfortable. I could feel the swinging on my balls but couldn't see it or do anything.
A while later, my ball weight suddenly increased and I groaned in discomfort. My breathing became harder again and I could feel the sinking popper feel and hear my heart pounding in my ears.
Suddenly my legs jumped as the electricity was turned on. I jumped in my bondage too but I couldn't move. Pulses were being sent into my legs as they would jump and relax. As I sank deeper into the popper stupor, I could feel the jump intensity on my legs increase several times. Eventually the popper feeling subsided, but my legs continued to relax and jump... I still had to work on my breathing.
My captor appeared in my vision, but he immediately began covering my eye pieces with opaque black tape. My vision began to shrink in size, first the bottom of both eye pieces, then a bit on the top, then a bit on the bottom again. In less than what seemed about a minute just a slit remained in the middle of each eye piece. I could see through the slit, my friend touched his lips to my left eye piece, as he withdrew a piece of tape totally blacked out my vision in that eye. His lips touched my right eye piece, and as he withdrew another piece of tape put me in total blackness.
I hung some more, just breathing, with my legs rhythmically jumping and feeling my balls swing from time to time.
More poppers again, and suddenly I tried to yell but only grunted as my balls suddenly squeezed at the same time as my legs. I had my balls attached to the exercise machine as well. I struggled and groaned but in the popper haze I knew that I likely didn't move too much at all. The poppers subsided, but I had a few things on my mind—my twitching legs, my aching balls, and as always, paying attention to pulling in air. I hung some more in the dark.
More poppers, and suddenly I couldn't breathe, a moment later a hard punch to my stomach—it knocked whatever air I had in me out. Before I could even try for a breath, came another punch and then another. By the third punch I had tightened my stomach muscles, but the pain from the punches was the only thing on my mind until I tried to take a breath, and I couldn't. I started to panic, but another punch sank into my gut. I pulled as hard as I could against my ropes but could barely move. A punch to my headgear made me see stars. More punches to both gut and head followed and I finally could breathe again, I gasped in air against the resistance of the breathing hoses. More punches followed randomly, and I felt like I was heaving and dancing in the ropes that held me. The intensity of what was happening was fascinating. I had rapidly changing points of attention, mostly the punching in my gut and head, but in between laboured breathing, ball pain and jerking legs.
The popper feeling began to get really intense and the punching stopped.
Apparently I had been rock hard throughout, and now the incredible reward of getting my cock sucked began. The poppers intensified again and it felt like my headgear was enveloping me even more, I still felt the jerking electric current in the background, but it became really pleasant. I felt the boxing gloves rub gently over my gut as my centre of attention was mostly in my cock by now. The panic and pain had become total pleasure.
It takes me a while to come, so I hung there in ecstacy for some time until groaning, jerking and heaving in orgasm.
I was left to hang for a while to settle down, my balls unweighted, the electricity gradually reduced until off, and my air now free flowing.
Faintly, I heard him say, “I’m going to let you hang some more and then I’ll say ‘Groan twice if you want it again.’”
Something I’ll always remember.
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