Fellow blogger Kristofer Weston had an adventure recently in Atlanta
He writes about it, and has lots more pictures, at his site. To see his bondage vacation in Atlanta content, click here.
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Green Bay Part 1 – Introduction
By ty dehner
What is a life without fantasies? i do believe that in time many a person can have his fantasies come true, if one truly believes. When those fantasies involve gay sex, bondage, leather and many other “kinky” thoughts, it can be difficult to find the right person to share those dreams with. And it is even harder to find an outlet to share those dreams, in order to find the right guy. But once one comes to terms that these desires are a good thing and should be explored, then finding the source becomes easier.
Since i was a kid, i have dreamed of leather and bondage. i have longed to be submissive to a dominating person. It wasn’t until i was in my late twenties that i started to realize that in the fantasies it was always a man controlling me. And by 30 i was coming to terms that i was gay. When i was 32 i discovered that i was not alone in my dreams of leather bondage and other thoughts. As i discovered reading material that focused on these ideas, it let my mind wander to areas i never thought of, and i was excited by it all.
First Time 1995
By ty dehner
Today I’m known for my fiction writing of BDSM, but it all started over 20 years ago with my first leather and bondage experience. This was a time when the internet was just beginning and being kinky and gay was a challenge as we didn’t know there were others like us as one can find on the internet today. My discovery that there were others like me came when I found an issue of Bound & Gagged Magazine in a Tower Books. From that day I was there every month with each new issue, eventually building the courage to have a subscription and have it sent to my home. To meet guys then, one would place personal ads in a publication like B&G. I never really met anyone with those ads, but I read the stories that were written by real guys and dream of being them, bound, helpless and struggling. Then I got my first computer and one of those free disks to access America OnLine. And this is where this story begins…
They say if you wait long enough, that dreams can come true. Well, today one of those dreams did come true. For most of my life I have always wanted to experience leather and bondage. It was only in the last three that I discovered that I was not alone in this desire. As I came to terms with my sexuality and my desires, I started to want someone to share their experience and knowledge with me. I ran ads, got a few responses but nothing ever came from it.
Cop Buddies
By Tex
I was sitting around the house watching TV with some friends. Two of them are cops. They came over in full uniform. We were having some beers, gettin’ a little crazy. I was rootin’ for the team that the other guys didn’t like, and my team was winning! They didn’t like that. I was teasing them about it. My buddy came over and put me in a headlock, the other guys were laughing.
One cop buddy pulled out a pair of hinged cuffs and said, “I can hold him for you.”
I was still in the headlock, the guys were laughing, each cop grabbed one of my arms, pinned them behind me while I struggled. They were laughing at me as they cuffed me tight behind my back and sat back laughing.
He said, “That’ll teach you, buddy.”
I said, “Come on man take the cuffs off!”
Copdar – Taking a Chance
By Cuffsandcops
While out running a few errands this evening, my truck signaled that the fuel level was low. I had already been thinking about running my truck through a car wash in order to wipe the first layer of winter salt and grime from its outside. I decided to head for a one stop shop and pulled in to gas up. I swiped my card and pressed a few buttons to include a car wash in the total bill. The nozzle was removed and I began to fill up the truck.
It was then that I heard a very distinct sound that made my head snap up. The sound was that of a pair of handcuffs clinking together. It came from the vehicle parked at the pump in front of mine. Actually it was made by a pair of standard Peerless chain cuffs that were dangling from a strap above the left leg of a man dressed in blue.
Staked out
Here are some pictures from a reader, along with his story behind the pictures:
Hey man.
Here is the story behind these pics:
There was this dude who I used to play with sometimes. He lived in the city but also had a house upstate with a lot of dungeon gear. He asked me if I wanted to come up and be kept tied up for a weekend — and I had never done anything like that so I said yes.
He also asked another dude he knew to come up for the weekend, and the two of them picked me up in his car in the city. They immediately made me strip off my shoes/socks/shirt, then cuffed me and drove me about 3 hours up to his place in the country. Once we arrived, they immediately stripped off my jeans and boxers, then marched me out back behind his house. It was a real country house and didn’t have any neighbors.
He already had the stakes all set out, and made me lay on the ground and stretched me out with ropes. After they had my ankles and wrists tied, he also tied a rope around my balls and stretched those down to another stake.
Then they told me that I was going to be left there until dark (it was only about 1pm at that point, so I was a little panicky — but couldn’t get loose). They went into the house for a while, so I was stuck outside alone — but every half hour or so, one of the guys would come out, stroke my cock with baby oil till I was hard and close to shooting, but wouldn’t let me shoot. When I got too close, they would just walk away and leave me alone again. They would also take a long thin branch and whip my feet and my balls at different points. This lasted for about 5 hours or so — and by the time it was beginning to get dark, I was really trying to get loose and begging — but they still wouldn’t untie me. It was a pretty intense scene.
Held prisoner
By Straghtjacket
It was a while ago that I responded to an ad in Drummer Magazine. The bondage toy market wasn’t nearly as expansive as it is now and men didn’t talk much about safe words, at least not the guys I hung out with. Well, some did have safewords and that was a distinguishing characteristic between “serious” men and players. I came out to old guard men who taught me the ropes. I was a bottom and essentially a slave to everyone. I had to work my way from being scum to finally earning my leathers.
I was held prisoner by two guys that looked like hairy bearded red necks. They were just as likely to drink a coke in the bars as they were to drink booze. They were the first tattooed men that I had known at the time and they always smelled of cigar smoke.
In Memoriam: PFC Pflege
I learned today from Master Jack the sad news that PFC Pflege died recently. I never had the opportunity to meet him in person, but I did communicate with him via email a few times, and I also devoured his many true-life stories that he shared over the years.
A former Marine, Dan was a lifelong bondage fanatic whose passion for adventurous play was well documented over at Master Jack’s website, Bondagezine. He was described as a fun-loving, gregarious fellow who was kind and generous.
“Dan came to me for many scenes until his health wouldn’t permit,” said Master Jack in an email. “We talked all the time, and he sent us huge bouquets of flowers each Thanksgiving and Christmas. He was a warm and wonderful man. I will miss him.”
For a link to Dan’s self-described apogee of his bondage scenes, posted at Bondagezine, click here.
And for Dan’s author page in the Metalbond Prison Library, click here.
Metal would like to express sincere condolences to Master Jack on the loss of his longtime friend.
Also, thank you, Master Jack, for sharing this information, and for allowing so many of Dan’s stories to be reposted here.