[This story appeared in Bound & Gagged Issue 17 (July/August 1990)]
TAMPA, FL. I've enjoyed your publication since discovering it recently at the Eagle Shop in Tampa. Here's the story of my somewhat unusual start into the world of erotic bondage.
In Junior High School I knew I was gay, but like so many, didn't know anyone else who was and thought I was the only guy that way in the world. Still, I lusted after the hotter looking guys in my classes, and finally got the nerve to make a move on one.
Mike was an athlete, on several of the school teams, but had an intellectual side as well. We shared a hobby, stamp collecting. One day when we were comparing our collections and swapping stamps, I brought the conversation around to fantasies. To my surprise, he volunteered something right away that I thought it would take days to get around to! He said he had a fantasy of being tied up naked by a girl who played around with him while he was helpless. Breathlessly I asked Mike if he'd like to pretend that it was happening. He was interested!
At the time I didn't know anything about bondage, had never even heard of the idea, but I was more than willing to do anything that would let me see Mike's hot young body. We had a long conversation about how it would work. We didn't know where we could get our hands on any rope, so it was decided that belts and socks would work. Mike wanted to be blindfolded so he could pretend (so he said) that a girl was doing all the things that I was going to do to him! I had no idea what I wanted to do other than look and feel! But I acted as if I knew more than I did and didn't ask questions. It was decided that we'd do this at my house since my parents both worked and one of Mike's sisters was always at home at his place. The time was decided on...right after school the next day!
The next day in school really dragged, all I could think of was that Mike wanted to be tied up naked on my bed after school and that he didn't care what I did to him! Even so, I had paranoid thoughts. Would he freak out if I zeroed in on his cock? What did he expect? I checked out the other guys in the showers in Phys. Ed. and wondered if Mike looked as good as they did.
Finally the time came. I rushed home to get my room ready and was there only minutes before Mike was. He wanted to know how long we had before people started coming home. No one was due home until 6. He looked at the belts. He wanted to see the sock that would be stretched across his face to blindfold him. Then, almost shyly, he suggested that we might as well get started.
His body was definitely as good as I hoped for. Athletic definition. He wanted his hands tied over his head…one to each side of the headboard. I used a belt to tie each wrist firmly in place. A third belt to tie his ankles together. The sock was in place. He waited. I just looked.
I looked for a long time, trying to decide how to start things off in a not too abrupt way. I lightly ran my hands up a leg…touching only the light colored hair and not even touching his skin. Not a word came from him. So far so good. I rubbed his chest. Still not a sign that he knew I was there. I played with a nipple. The slightest of moans came out of him and his still soft cock moved just a little. I rubbed the area all around his cock without touching it. As I did, he became fully erect.
I had never before seen another guy's fully erect cock, and it was a beauty. Not quite as long as mine, but thicker and real manly looking. I held my breath and touched it. This time Mike wanted to make sure that I knew he was into what was happening. "Oh yeah". My light touches turned into hard manipulation…then my hard manipulation turned into slaps of increasing intensity.
I'm not sure what inspired me to get heavier and heavier with his cock, but there was no mistaking the fact that Mike was into it. His hot athletic body was totally in my control and I really was getting off on it!
Finally he came, while I was holding his cock in a deathgrip. I was so inexperienced that I had no idea what had just happened. I had never come in my life, and had never seen another guy come either. I thought that enjoying the feeling was as good as it got!
Mike definitely liked the experience. I continued to tie him up through high school, right up to the week he got married. Then I went to college and he joined the Marine Corps and went to Vietnam. By that time I knew I was into tying up guys and, courtesy of Mike, had one heck of a lot of experience doing it.
Our experiments, as we started to refer to them, had grown increasingly elaborate. One favorite memory is the night I tied Mike up naked in the back seat of my car, then put a blanket over him and drove all over town. I deliberately drove by the houses of mutual friends and told Mike where we were. One summer during high school I even shaved his crotch! Through all of these experiences, though, he always said that he fantasized about how all these things were actually being done to him by a girl. This may or may not have been the case, but I do know that toward the end he was volunteering to give me head, and the first time I actually came myself it was with my dick in his hand.
Fortunately Mike made it safely through the war, and years later he saw me driving down the road and pulled me over. He was still married, and now the father of two. He told me he knew now that he was straight and a bondage lover. Unfortunately his wife did not share his passion.
A few years later he got back in touch and asked if I was still interested in tieing him up. We did a few scenes, no longer pretending that he was tied up by a girl. I'd like to say that the magic was still there, but it really wasn't. Mike was now interested in developing into a top, and I had no interest in being a bottom. We developed into good friends on a non sexual level, and remain that way to this day. He's never told his wife about what we used to do, but she knows I'm gay and share his bondage interest. When they have words about something she's always accusing him of having a gay past. In fact, Mike says she thinks we're still up to something!
Good story. Wish I could could have been Mike. I am straight, like to tie up girls and be tied up by them. But, have been tied up by guys a very few times, and liked that even better. I am pretty sure that I'd like to be done up by you, but probably not in the cards. I imagine you have no trouble finding new "Mikes." Write if you wish.
Posted by: Strand Ankler | November 19, 2007 at 03:03 PM