I had often experimented with self-bondage in the past, but it just didn’t give me the feeling I was after. I tried rope, but as I had to be able to escape it just didn’t give me that feeling of restraint, so I decided to experiment with chains and padlocks.
I started off by putting a pair of tight black leather jeans, black harness boots and black leather jacket – I was already going hard! Next I took a length of chain and wrapped it tightly around my ankles, padlocking it so they were held tightly together. I brought the chain up to my knees, wrapping it tightly around, just above my knees, adding another padlock. I then fed the chain between my legs so it went across the tight leather covering my ass then took it up to my waist and fed it through the belt lugs of my leather jeans. I locked it off around my waist. I now had tight chains binding the lower half of my body.
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It was my first year at university. I had moved out of my parents and into a dorm and had picked up a part time job in a department store downtown. Dorm life was great fun but our dorm was pretty quiet – it had a reputation for being the dorm you lived in if you actually wanted to study. My part time job was also great fun; I worked three shifts a week in the “Young Men’s” department. Two were all day shifts when I worked alongside the permanent employees, who were around my age and a fun bunch. However, my favourite shift of the week was Thursday evenings. On Thursdays I worked with Brad, who was another university student. He was in his second year at another university. He was around my height and build, ie, 5’11” and slim. He had blue eyes and short curly blond hair. After the store closed, we would have dinner together at the burger joint across the road before catching our respective buses. Brad would often tell me about life in his dorm, which sounded a lot more active than mine. In particular, he would recount in some detail the hazing, which usually involved one of the guys (sometimes him) being tied and gagged. I would listen intently to his stories wishing this would take place at my dorm. I made this comment to Brad a couple of times.
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I was on vacation on Santiago, Chile. It was a great city and I loved just walking around just being a part of the city. I was walking through the pedestrian area in the city centre when I passed a Carabineros (police) van. The two officers beside the van were like many Chilean men, dark haired, brown eyed and very cute. As I passed one of them called something to me in Spanish. My Spanish isn’t very good and I turned and automatically responded “Huh?” He then repeated in English, “May I see your passport please.” I remembered reading that I was supposed to carry my passport at all times but I’d left it in the safe in my hotel room – I explained this to officers and offered to show them another form of ID.
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I met Karl on the internet – he answered one of my ads seeking a bondage top and we exchanged a number of emails talking about what we were both into. He mentioned in his emails that he had just bought a strait jacket – I had never been in a strait jacket before and longed to try it out.
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I walked back to the dorm I lived in after a late lecture that evening. I had barely sat down when there was a knock at the door. “Come in” I called. Mike and Rory entered my room. Now seeing Mike and Rory was always a treat for me – they were both around 6 foot and athletic build. Mike had short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes; Rory was blond with blue eyes. Tonight was extra special as they were both in army cammos. I figured they must have either been to or were about to go to a University Regiment meeting. I wasn’t out at this time but I certainly noticed great looking guys like Mike and Rory.
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I met Matthew during my first week at uni and discovered, much to my pleasure, that he was in all the same lectures as me. He was a surfer type, 6 foot, athletic build, with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
At the end of lectures on Friday afternoon, he asked if I would like to drop by his place for a coffee. I lived in a dorm on campus; Matthew shared a house with two other students about 10 minutes walk off campus. He explained that his house mates, Nick and Brad had gone away for the weekend.
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