Boston Bondage Marathon

Author: MasterWill
Title: Boston Bondage Marathon
Date: 19 May 2007

Boston Bondage Marathon

I always wanted to travel with one specific goal in mind. To find like-minded guys to tie up and play with. Then to be tied up and played. Never thought it would happen but, I never initiated anything either so it laid in my mind as a fantasy, nothing more.

I am a good-looking guy living in small town Canada and I have a serious leather fetish as well as an even more serious rope bondage fetish. I have this thing for the smell and feel of leather clothes and I have a few outfits to enjoy. I get really turned on by shibari style bondage and I get hard at the thought, never mind the pictures. I am excellent with rope and I have many years experience. Lots of it was self-bondage but that’s another story.

Being that I live where I do now and with the exception of a few bondage scenes I do manage to get here, I am mostly enjoying bondage on-line. Don’t misunderstand that for “cyber” anything. It’s just that more recently I have discovered a wonderful site with “serious” like-minded guys. We exchange pictures and ideas. We don’t do “cyber”. I never really understood how that works. We chat of our likes and dislikes on common ground. There is no judgment. Messages go back and forth. Comments of each other’s work are complimentary.

Here I was at the computer, on-line and browsing through some awesome pictures of guys tied in various methods using various mediums. The pictures with rope are the first to get my attention. After that it’s gags. I love a guy gagged and I love to be gagged tightly. Ball gags are my favourite. I saw a profile of a guy all tied up with tons of rope. I looked at all the pictures in the profile and I was amazed at how the Top used rope. His style was uniquely His own. I wanted to be the ones in those pictures. The thought of being tied tightly on a bondage board with rope touching every part of my body sent electricity through me. I could feel the “loss of control”. My dick got hard quick. I saw the gag. It aroused me more. Then the blindfold and that was it, I couldn’t remove my eyes from the picture. I eventually closed my eyes and imagined it was me on that board, being tied up, feeling all that rope, the blindfold and the gag. Man, was I sexually excited. Pre-cum was emanating from my dick in a strand that touched the floor. Gawd, I wanted to “pull my puddin”.

I sent a message to Dale and I commented on his work and what a wonderful job he had done and that I wished it were I there instead. Dale said, “Why don’t you come to Boston sometime?” I put the suggestion out of my head for the time being and thanked him for his kind words as he had looked at my profile and liked what he saw.

As I scrolled down to other members on the site I noticed there were a few good rope men in the Boston area so I initiated messages with them.

Walt had some pictures of guys on a rack. Some were in chairs. He was using leather as restraints. Walt also had great pictures of guys in rope bondage. I must admit I was intrigued by the leather restraints but my rope fetish won over. His profile told me that he knew what he was doing and he was versatile when it came to using different mediums to get the job done. I sent a message to him and complimented him on his work. He checked out my profile and made nice comments to me about my work with rope. He especially liked the pictures of my boy Steve tied up in a criss-cross fashion. In his profile it stated he would enjoy hosting eligible guests and had a cage, sleepsack, straightjacket and other bondage accoutrements. I off handedly asked him if I could be a potential eligible guest. To this he said of course. Again, I put the idea on the back burner.

Scrolling down further I saw Alan. Now Alan had pictures of guys he has tied up and ones of him tied up. There was no face picture so I did not message him. I don’t normally respond to profiles without face pictures. I feel that I am out there for all to see and if you are serious you should be too.

Well, lo and behold, Alan messaged me and attached a face picture for me to view. On the site you can view all who have checked you out. I looked at the picture. He was very handsome. A nice package. I learned he was married and this sort of thing was extracurricular. I told him I wasn’t hung up on his situation and given the chance I would certainly play with him. We chatted for a time and he told me that I should check out other profiles of guys in the Boston area. I was surprised (don’t know why) when he mentioned Dale and Walt. I kept the fact I had chatted with them confidential for the time being. He also asked me to check out another guy named Den. I did.

Den had only a face picture and none of bondage in any form. I wasn’t too impressed until we started exchanging emails outside of the site. Let me clear this up. I was attracted to the picture of his face and I became more interested as the emails continued. Turns out he knew Dale, Walt and Alan as well.

I made up my mind at that time. I’m going to Boston.

I emailed Den with a list of my do’s and don’ts for play. I sent copies to the other three guys at the same time. I explained I would try to get time off work and come to Boston. Den liked the fact that I used on-line nics or handles to remain confidential. He then told me I could name names as they all were chatting with me anyway.

Emails then got more in depth and as the time grew nearer I became very excited. We all messaged back and forth and the content became intense. Another one of my fantasies was to be double teamed by 2Tops and I knew it was going to occur in Boston. No one from Boston mentioned it but I knew it would happen. My partner felt I was obsessing over the trip as the emails turned into mini novels and I would sit in front of the computer after work in great anticipation of emails from Boston. About a week before the trip I slowed down on the emails, as I was beginning to feel my partner was right and that I was obsessing.

The night before I was to leave I packed lightly. I stuffed 2 leather outfits in a carry on suitcase. Cop biker boots and other leather items in a carry on gym bag. Put toiletry items in a smaller bag and I was set. I hardly slept. The sleep I did get was somewhat fitful. I got up at 5:00 A.M. before the alarm went off. I hit the shower, shaved, brushed my teeth, and dressed in my leather cargo pants, put on my army combat boots, black collarless leather shirt and nice dressy vest. I grabbed my stuff and into the car I went. My partner drove me to the Buffalo airport far ahead of schedule.

The trip consisted of two plane rides. From Buffalo to New York, La Guardia airport and a shuttle from La Guardia to Logan airport in Boston.

The plane landed in Boston. I grabbed all my belongings and made my way to the passenger pick up zone of the Logan airport. I was to be picked up by Den who graciously offered me a ride to Walt’s.

I waited and waited and waited. I went through three cigarettes and became concerned Den had forgotten or something else was wrong. I noticed a phone booth at the other end of the waiting area and walked toward it. I was going to call Walt to see if he knew where Den was. There, standing beside the phone booth, was a guy dressed in black leather pants and biker boots. He was using someone’s cell phone and placing a call. I looked closer and it was Den. He looked sharp to me. I got his attention and his eyes widened when he realized it was me. He hung up the phone, gave it to the lady he had borrowed it from and thanked her. We shook hands and greeted each other. Den then told me his van died. When I pressed for more info he stated the van just went dead and he wasn’t too mechanically inclined. He was going to have to get a tow truck and he said, “Welcome to Boston.” We both chuckled. I explained to Den I am very mechanically inclined and I would like to look at the van to see if I can help. Turns out one of the battery terminals came loose. I hand tightened it and Den started the van. Den had no tools in the van so I tightened it as best I could by hand and we drove off to his apartment. He got a pair of pliers there and I completed tightening the connection.

We left Den’s place and proceeded to walk over to Walt’s. It was only a matter of minutes before we got there. I buzzed to get in and you could here the latch releasing. We walked into Walt’s place. He greeted me with a huge smile, eye contact and a firm handshake.

Turns out we were not alone. Down the hall into the bedroom area was Chris. He was strapped to this chair with metal retainers around his neck, wrist and ankles. He was going nowhere. Chris was gagged, muzzled and blindfolded. Walt had also tied his balls and cock with smaller rope and the tail end of the rope was attached to the chair below Chris’s groin. The rope was very tight and I could see Chris was enjoying this. Any movement would put strain on his genitals. I immediately got hard. Walt removed the blindfold and introduced us. He couldn’t say much except grunt an acknowledgement. For a minute or so I wanted to exchange places but felt I should not speak of it just yet. If I hadn’t worn my cargo pants I am sure the guys would have seen my hard on. Not wanting to impose on Walt’s scene I offered to take Den to lunch. Walt gave me a key to his apartment so I could come and go as I please while in Boston. Den and I then left for lunch.

From here on in it’s an ecstatic blur.

Den and I arrived back at Walt’s where Walt was applying his trade on Chris. Despite my desire for rope bondage I was curious about the equipment Walt owned. I asked if I could experience some of the devices. Walt agreed and I went to change into my casual leather shirt and spandex shorts. Den stood there watching me get naked and start to dress. He commented on not being able to access me if I wore shorts. Much to his relief the spandex shorts had a hole; you guessed it, in the groin. A small hole, but spandex stretches and it gave way for by cock and balls. The look I got from Den was priceless. There I stood, all 160 lbs, swimmers build, wearing a black leather shirt and black spandex as a background for my cock and balls. I think Den became hard at that moment.

I was lead to a chair like device, which was attached to a horizontal wooden rack. I eagerly got on the chair to await my fate. Den put leather bondage mitts on my hands, applied locks to the wrists of the mitts and placed my arms behind one of the wooden beams. The mitts were then attached to the seat of the chair coming from “D” rings on the mitts. Both Walt and Den started strapping me to the chair using leather belts of different sizes. The feet were first to succumb to the belts. Then the legs were tied down. The belts were pulled tightly and I became aroused at a greater extent. Den stated that he thought I was enjoying this. Enjoy? I think I would have used another word to describe what I was feeling. Walt approached holding a padded leather hood and I almost came right then and there. I love hoods. Walt put the hood on my head, tightened it and then put a collar around my neck. I was beside myself in the throes of leather bondage. Someone strapped my head to the rack so I could not move it an inch. The last item was a very wide leather belt around my stomach and waist. Man, I could not move, I could not speak too well, I was out of control and I loved it. I was left to my own devices for a good period. I went into sub space rapidly. Den and I had discussed via email the idea of milking me. I had never tried it and I asked if he would do that to me. I was certainly not disappointed. He started caressing my cock and balls. I thought my cock was going to blow a blood vessel. It felt so hard and erect. Den proceeded slowly and gently. This was driving me nuts. He used lube and played with the head of my uncut cock to the point of ejaculation and then stopped. This continued for a time and I wanted to blow my load several times only to have it stopped when I was on the edge. I mumbled several times to have him complete my orgasm but he wouldn’t. I think he was enjoying me too much. When he finally brought me to orgasm I felt as though lightning was searing through my body. I was breathing very hard and rapidly. My mind was lost and I didn’t care. I was in the hands of two complete strangers, tied up, exposed and rendered helpless. Gawd, words escape me for a description of how I felt at that exact moment. I can only say it was “fucking awesome”. However, it didn’t stop. Den grabbed my cock again and started caressing and fondling as the first time. I couldn’t believe it. What is he doing? I can’t cum again. Well, I did. Little did I know Walt had a hand in there assisting Den to bring me to orgasm. Between the two of them I released another load of cum.

Meanwhile, Chris was still in his chair and enjoying his bondage as well.
My legs became cramped. I was released from my predicament for a short time. I stretched and came back to earth. The hood was not removed, nor the collar.
During my captivity on the chair/rack someone had the prescience to bring out a leather sleepsack and open it on the bed to await a willing victim. In this case, me.

I was lead to the bed by either Walt or Den (not sure) and placed in the center of the sleepsack. Den placed my arms in the side sleeves on the inside of the sleepsack. I was so excited I even helped make sure my arms were fully encased in the sleeves. Such a willing bondage slut I am. Den then started zipping the sleepsack having regard for where my cock would be. Thanks Den. He and Walt applied several leather belts around my encased body. Shoulders, mid-arm, wrist area, thighs, knees and calves were pulled tightly with the belts. Walt and Den grabbed some rope and proceeded to tie my ass down on the bed. Walt was on one side and Den the other. The rope was lead through the “D” rings along the side of the sleepsack and attached to the bed where eye bolts were. As they pulled tighter and tighter I got a wonderful sensation of complete encasement. I could only wiggle a bit.

Suddenly, I could hear Walt’s main door buzzer go off. Walt went and pushed the button to allow the person to come into the apartment building. Alan entered the apartment and saw me on the bed and said, “That must be Will”.

Without missing a beat he came directly to my cock and balls and started playing roughly with them. I screamed as best I could into the padded leather hood. I wasn’t expecting what I received. Alan stopped playing rough and continued to tease me. Meanwhile Den had grabbed the lube once more and gently caressed my cock. I couldn’t believe my luck. I am in a sleepsack, tied to a bed and now three tops were playing with me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Alan noticed there wasn’t a belt around my ankles and he grabbed one and quickly fixed what he considered the final touch. Walt asked me if I was okay and I mumbled, “I am in heaven”. Three of them laughed at my predicament. The laughter never caused Den to stop his cock play. The gentle stroking mixed with the lube had me rock hard again. This time Den brought me to the edge many more times than when I was in the chair/rack. I became frustrated as I wanted to blow my load but Den refused to go all the way. One of the other guys took part in this scene as well. I could feel my balls and cock being worked over. I couldn’t take it anymore. I begged them to let me cum. Den was relentless and refused. I screamed and begged to cum. All I got for my efforts was to be brought to the edge and then he backed off again. Shit, shit, shit, I wanted to cum so bad. I begged as loud as I could, “Please, Sir, make me cum”.
“That’s what I was waiting for, to hear the boy beg properly”, said Den. Next thing I knew Den was stroking my cock fast and furiously. It didn’t take long for the load of cum to spew out of the head of my cock. Man! That felt great. He continued to stroke my cock in the hopes of making me spew again. I couldn’t take it no more. The stroking and more edge play went on until I spit more cream out. By this time I was starting to overheat inside the sleepsack and asked to get out. My heart was racing and I was sweating like a dog. At first my request wasn’t honoured. They had me. I was let out of my wonderful predicament after a considerable time.

When I was released and able to sit up, I shook Alan’s hand and thanked him for playing with me. I hugged Both Den and Walt. The feeling of euphoria stayed with me for some time. I was in that sleepsack for awhile and I certainly enjoyed it.

Alan had to excuse himself and went home. Shortly after Alan left, Dale showed up at the apartment and introduced himself to me. The circle had been completed. I had met all four of the guys. We chatted for a bit and I was getting hungry. Den had to go home but Walt, Dale and I went out to a local restaurant and had dinner.

We got back from the restaurant and sat around talking about bondage. I was getting very tired. Dale excused himself and went home and Walt and I decided to hit the bed. I was glad of that. We both got undressed and jumped into bed. I felt awkward. I was now in bed with Walt and I was lost for words. I tried to get some sleep but Walt lives on the first floor and the traffic on the street kept me up. To him it was white noise but to me it wasn’t. I explained this to Walt and he said he would take my mind off of it. He was going to give me a distraction. He got out of bed, went to his rope bag and pulled out several pieces of rope. He came over to the bed, looked down at me and began to tie my ass up in the dark. First he tied my hands, then my legs and feet. He put me in a position on my stomach and completely hogtied me. This was a beautiful distraction. I laid there trussed up in braided nylon rope when Walt shifted my body to the right side. He placed his hand over my mouth and gagged me. I was hard again. While maintaining the hand gag he began to play with my cock. He stroked my dick masterfully. I was definitely turned on. Minutes went by and before too much longer my cock let out another stream. I was kept in bondage for a little while longer and eventually released. I cuddled up with Walt and eventually fell asleep.

At 06:45 I awoke and I tried to roll over and go back to sleep. It didn’t work due to the traffic noise. Walt got up with me and he went to the kitchen and put together a nice healthy bowl of cereal and fruit. While he was doing that I took a shower. We had decided the night before to go to Starbucks and have a coffee and work on a crossword puzzle. I had an opportunity to see more of Boston and it was fun.

When we got back to Walt’s apartment I changed into my leather cop outfit. This consisted of cop biker boots, leather jodhpurs, leather shirt with light blue piping to match the blue stripe on the jodhpurs, blue tie, a black leather over the shoulder sash and a black leather officer’s hat. All in all, it’s a nice outfit. It was my latest acquisition from Northbound Leather in Toronto.

Walt had a good look at me after I had changed and he called me hot. I thanked him for the compliment and we went into the hall where I was placed against a metal wall rack. Walt picked up rope, a hood, a gag and a collar. He put the hood on first and securely tightened it. He put the gag in my mouth and buckled it tight in the nape of my neck. I could feel my cock moving upward. Using the braided nylon rope, Walt tied my legs to the rack using multiple loops in various areas of my legs. I was standing so my legs were more than shoulder length apart. Then he tied my arms and hands stretched to either side of me. A lot more rope was used. I am a firm believer that you can’t use too much rope. Walt looked at me. He grabbed the collar and circled it around my neck over lapping the bottom of the hood. Once again I had found nirvana as the bondage took me elsewhere. I was delighted to be tied tightly, gagged, hooded and collared. I fought with the ropes which enhanced my experience. I was feeling almost ethereal. I love the feel of helplessness and being in the hands of someone who was safe and sane. Walt knew well what to do with a bound boy. I was left alone in my bondage ecstasy and my cock was hard for the first time that day.

Walt left me to enjoy my bondage for quite awhile before he became interested in what was growing in my pants. He came to me and pulled my zipper down. He reached in the zipper slot and pulled at my underwear releasing my cock and balls. He was adept at massaging my dick. It felt great. I was all tied up and having my cock and balls played with. Does it get any better? Walt’s strokes on my cock increased and I started breathing hard and rapidly. He brought me to the edge and stopped. His stroking continued for a time and he finally allowed me to cum. My body shivered at the release. I was kept bound, gagged and hooded for some time.

At 1:00 P.M. Den arrived at the apartment and Dale showed up shortly after Den. Den took one look at me and the word hot emanated from his mouth as he looked and stared at me dressed in leather from head to toe. He came to me and hugged me and felt the leather. I think he was getting hard. Dale referred to me as a snappy dresser and he too was thrilled to see the leather on me. We were also anticipating Alan to show but he hadn’t yet.

All the guys wanted me to show them some of the techniques I use when applying rope. There was no shortage of volunteers. Den was the first to be my willing guinea pig.

I use forms of shibari (Japanese) rope bondage and none of the guys had actually seen anyone use. They had seen pictures but weren’t too sure how the rope was applied. I explained that shibari is misleading to see on a picture as you are lead to believe it is a contrived of one piece of rope. Fact of the matter is it is made up of several pieces of rope and joined together to look very clean.

I started with Den’s hands and I tied them first. I halved the rope and used the larks head and made a loop. I wrapped several loops around Dens’ wrists and then placed the two tails through the larks head. I put one tail of the rope over the top and the other tail I put through the bottom. I then cinched the rope between his wrists several times and finished it off with a reef knot (square knot). I tucked the ends away to look clean. I then wrapped a longer piece of rope around Dens’ chest in the same fashion. I made a couple of loops around his upper body and met the tails in the larks head in the middle of his back. From there I took the double tails and went over his left shoulder to the front of his chest. I went under the loops of rope in the middle of his chest and over his right shoulder to the middle of his back where I tied a reef knot and left about three feet of rope. The left over rope will come into play later in the tie. Using the same technique I bound his elbows together as tightly as I could. Again, I left some footage of rope for later. We placed Den on the bed sitting down so I could tie his legs. The same technique was used at his ankles, under the knees, over the knees and finally half way up his thighs. I rolled Den over on to his stomach. I took another piece of rope and looped it between his ankles, brought the tails in between his wrists and made a loop. Tightening this loop caused his feet to meet his hands in a hogtie fashion. I left some footage there as well. I took the left over rope from his midsection and joined to the leftover of the feet. I tightened that portion of rope. The left over from the elbows was then attached to the rope from the feet to the midsection of his body and tightened. Another piece of rope was used to wrap all the leftovers together. All in all a nice looking package. I blindfolded Den and left him to enjoy his predicament. Needless to say he loved it.

When I finally let Den out of his wonderful bondage I looked at Dale with evil eyes. Now, what should I do with him? I decided to use a technique I developed on my own. Dale crossed his wrists behind him and I took a piece of rope to start the tie. His wrists were placed left hand over the right hand. I halved the rope and placed the halfway point over his left wrist. The two tails are left dangling down. I then took the tails so that they wrapped his right wrist and came up on the sides of his left wrist. The tails were then crossed over on his left wrist and the process was repeated several times. To cinch the tie tight I crossed the rope mid wrists and went around the existing tie several times. I tightened the tie and it was complete. I then used the same technique I had used on Den to complete Dales’ hogtie. He loved it.

The guys were really enjoying the tutorial so I used Dale once more to show how to tie using a figure of eight technique. This technique is fairly easy and quite inescapable. I told Dale to hold his hands in front as if he were praying. Doubling a piece of rope I placed the center of the rope around his right wrist. Using one tail only I wrapped it under the left wrist, came around the top of the wrist, then under the right wrist, over the top and down around the left wrist again. This procedure was repeated until I was left with enough of that tail to cinch later. The other tail was then used in the same fashion. I was left with enough rope to cinch in between the wrist and tighten. I tied his feet the same way and then I had Dale put his bound wrists over his knees in the front. I then attached his elbows to his knees and he was left bound and helpless. Hearing no complaints I assumed he was enjoying it. The smile on his face confirmed it. After a period of bondage delight I released Dale.

Having a great deal of fun tying those guys and showing them some new techniques they wanted to return the favour. I changed into my spandex top and shorts. I was asked if there was any of the other bondage equipment Walt had that I might want to experience. I looked at the chair Chris was tied in yesterday and I became excited. Rather than using the metal restraints I asked if I could be bound in the chair with rope. It didn’t take long before my wish came true. All of the guys had a hand in it but Dale took the lead. I was placed in the chair. My hands were tied to the arms of the chair. My feet were tied to the legs and several pieces of rope were used around my body. A gag was shoved into my mouth. A hood was pulled over my head and tightened and I was in heaven once more. Before long someone was at my cock. I am sure it was Den but later found out it was all of them at different times. I was stroked and teased, stroked and teased till I begged for release of the cum. No release was given. Suddenly my balls were hit several times with a flogger and I knew then that Alan had made an appearance. I screamed through my gag and the hitting stopped. The milking did not. My cock was stroked and played with until I almost went insane. Finally I was allowed to blow my load and the release was awesome.

The milking was continued. I couldn’t believe this! They weren’t stopping? My cock was being man handled some more. I tried fighting the restraints in response to the continued milking but there was nothing I could do. The buggers had me. It was very intense. My body was writhing with pleasure. I was moaning through the gag and hood. They kept going. They attacked my cock with relentless joy. When the second load spewed from the one eyed monster I felt beside myself in complete ecstasy. I was left to contemplate my recent fantasy come true. Eventually I was released. When the hood was removed I could see the shit eating grin on all their faces. They were pleased with themselves. Thing of it is, I was pleased as well.

It was dinner time by now and I offered Alan to wear my leather cargo pants, and the rest of the components of the cop outfit out to dinner. He asked if I was sure about that. Sure, I said, try it on. First the pants, which he fell in love with immediately. The shirt added to his excitement. When he had finished dressing in my leathers he looked awesome. He had brought his new Wesco boots and they finished the look. He was leery about walking to and eating in a restaurant dressed like this. We all convinced him it would be fine. Walt had made previous plans and couldn’t join us for dinner. We went to a Thai restaurant.

After dinner we went back to Walt’s apartment where I had an opportunity to tie Alan up. I became very excited as this is the guy that was nasty to my cock and balls twice in as many days. Pay back is a bitch.

Still dressed in my leathers and his boots I hogtied Alan very tightly. He was happy for the experience. I didn’t use a gag or hood on him. Den went into his pants, pulled down the zipper, dragged his underwear under his balls and revealed a big dick. Oh my God! Alan was endowed. While Den was playing with Alan’s cock, Dale was feeding Alan his fingers and Alan was licking and sucking on them. I came from behind on the bed and I cuddled up against him. He moaned. I then placed my hand were Dale’s fingers were. I mouth gagged him and reminded him of his torture of my balls. His eyes widened a bit. Dale reminded me that he had done this twice. My hand got tighter around his mouth and nose. He was trying to get air and I could feel his body start to jerk. I held my ground until I felt it was enough. I let him grab some much needed air. I quickly assumed the same position once more. Meanwhile, Den is still working on his cock. His moaning increased and we could tell he was having a good time. I wasn’t satisfied with Alan’s predicament so I grabbed another piece of rope. I placed one end in between his wrists and looped the other end around his ankles and I held the tail of the rope in my hand.
I pulled very hard which intensified his bondage predicament. As I pulled on the rope Alan’s back arched in such a serious fashion. I kept the pressure on the rope until he begged for me to ease up. After a spell I did let up a bit. I tied the rope off and watched as he squirmed from the play. The three of us topping were enjoying this scene immensely.
Alan was enjoying it as well. You could tell by the way he was moaning and the size of that large erect dick of his. All good things must come to an end and this great scene was no exception.

Den had to get home and Dale reluctantly had to leave as well. I said my heart felt good byes to Dale as I wouldn’t be seeing him before I left for home the next morning. I thanked him for the wonderful time I had. I saw them both to the door and when I turned around there was Alan with this shit eatin’ grin on his face. I knew something was up.

Although I am sure Alan had a few tricks up his sleeve, I took charge of the situation. I instructed Alan to get on the lovely, multi-purpose bondage bed. He did what he was told and I proceeded to apply leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I put the cuffs on the wrists and took chains and karibiners and hooked his hands tightly to the top of the bed. I placed the cuffs on his ankles and tied them down in the same manner. Tight, tight, always tight. I had him. He was mine to do as I please.

I sidled over to him on the bed and began cuddling and caressing him in the most erotic manner. He rose to the occasion and that huge one eyed monster was luring me. I grabbed Alan’s cock and played ever so gently with it. Alan started to moan and I realized I hadn’t applied a gag or blindfold, silly me. I fixed that in a hurry. I love the idea of a blindfold and gag. The sub never knows where I’m coming from and I don’t here him complain. I went back to his cock. He was rock hard at this point and I became more aggressive on his pole. It had been awhile since I had seen or played with a cock so big. I relished in it. I stroked and mouthed his cock and balls. I man handled his dick very intensely and I could see and read Alan’s body language as he moved, squirmed and moaned in an effort to get me to bring him to the point of no return. I stroked and played, stroked and played. Alan was getting closer to the edge so I backed off. I didn’t want him to blow his load yet. I took his huge digit into my mouth. I teased the head with my tongue. I rolled my tongue up and down the shaft. I began to deep throat that awesome cock of his. Alan’s body language changed as I swallowed him whole. I was choking and gagging but I stayed on it. When the tears came to my eyes I backed off from the deep sucking of Alan’s nine inch beautiful cock. I followed this routine until Alan was on the brink. I suddenly stopped sucking and started jacking him off. I had both my hands on that large dick and I was hell bent for leather that he was going to blow one hell of a wad. Up and down went my hands and I was grabbing his cock for all it was worth. Alan’s body language changed once more. I kept on jerking him off in a relentless manner. It took quite awhile for Alan to blow but when he did it was an awesome sight. His cocked spewed all over his chest and I rubbed his cum all over him. I sidled up beside him once more and we both laid there. Alan was spent. I was bathed in sweat from the work I had just performed. Once we both caught our breath I released Alan from his bonds. Alan commented that I was rather hard on his dick. My answer was, too bad so sad.

We chatted for awhile getting to know each other a little better. I really liked Alan and as always the “good” ones are out of reach.

He asked me if I had ever been lashed down tightly with leather straps. I said that I hadn’t and this pleased him. I was told to get undressed and I obeyed. I assisted Alan in hanging a long piece of wide hardwood from four chains coming down from the ceiling over Walt’s bed. Once the piece of wood was in place and Alan and I were satisfied it was safe he asked me to lie on my back on the board. I got on the board and shifted my body so as to be in line with several well placed holes in the board. Alan blindfolded and gagged me. I got hard immediately. Alan then grabbed several pieces of varying length of very wide leather. He proceeded to lash me down onto the board. The leather straps were first applied to my feet, then below the knees, above the knees, around my chest and waist. Alan then strapped my arms to the board. The last strap was used to tie my head to the board.

What a feeling! My thoughts scrambled. I am used to having rope used on me for the most part but I was thinking that perhaps bondage with leather straps is pretty cool as well. I squirmed and squirmed but there was no give. Not so much as an inch. I loved my predicament. Alan started using the board as a swing. He pushed the board and when it came back to him he pushed it a little harder. The sensation was awesome. I was left to enjoy the bondage. I am not sure how long I was left there and I didn’t care. Alan started to man handle my body and cock. He applied what felt like clothes pins on my nipples and my erotica increased. The work on my cock and balls intensified and Alan allowed me to blow my load. What a day.

Alan left and Walt came home shortly after. We talked for quite awhile when Walt indicated to me his wish to have me bind him. Not only was I honored, I was in shock as well. Walt hadn’t been on the receiving end of a bondage session in years.

I grabbed some rope and one of my favourite gags (a 2 1/8” yellow rubber ball) and a yellow scarf for a blindfold.

I took my time tying Walt and I enjoyed every minute. It seemed to me Walt wasn’t lodging any complaints either. I eventually had him in quite the hogtie and under “my” control for a time. After a time of sensual play I released Walt and we were in bed together and we both slept.

In the morning we ate breakfast and went to Starbucks. Walt read his paper and I went after the crossword puzzle. My plane left around noon and we only had a few hours to play.

When we got back to Walt’s apartment I was undressed, blindfolded and gagged with my own equipment. Walt guided me to the sit on the top of a small barred metal cell. Of course, I started getting aroused. I sat on a high density cushion with my legs crossed and my arms holding me up. Walt kept me in suspense for some time. I gathered he was pondering his next move. I wasn’t mistaken. Walt tied me so my legs stayed crossed and lashed to the cell. My hands were placed in front of me and securely tied at the crossed wrists. A piece of rope was used to pull my elbows together from behind. Walt cinched it tight and I loved it. More rope was then used to lash my upper body to the cell as well. When the tie was complete, Walt began to play with my body once again. He started soft and gentle like and in time, increased the level of erotica until I could take it no more. I exploded in it.

Having to say good bye was a tough one. I wanted nothing more than to stay and be kept in bondage and play. Life gets in the way sometimes.

On the plane home and for a long time after my Boston Bondage Marathon the recall was vivid. I still think fondly of the four guys I met there. We still keep in touch on-line.