A Boy in Michigan We left Lansing around 6:30 Friday evening for the trip to my friend and bondage top in Ann Arbor. I had leather shorts on under my jeans, no shirt under the coat, socks and black sneaks. After getting in the passenger side, the back door was opened and I was told to put my hands behind the seat. I did, and a pair of handcuffs were locked on. Jerry then opened my door and cuffed my ankles. I rode the 45 miles like that to the house. Arriving at 7:30, he uncuffed me, told me to take off all my clothes except the shorts, and went to the door. Taped there was a note and a blindfold. After taking my clothes off, my hands were recuffed behind me and the blindfold was put on and tightened. I was led into the house. Hands led me to a stool, where I was told to sit. The cuffs were removed, and leather fist mitts were put on. I sat for several minutes, then someone took my hands, raised them in an indication that I was to stand up, and was led downstairs into the dungeon. Once downstairs, I was turned around and backed up into a standing steel cage and locked me in. My hands were tied to the sides of the cage. No words were spoken. He went back upstairs and I was left. For a long time. I realized after a while that I was going to be ignored, so I got into the scene. My mind started to go in the fantasy mode, and my body started to react accordingly. I started swaying as my endorphin level rose. I would come back down for a while, then start flying all over again. They either wanted to check me, or heard the cage rattle some, as he came downstairs and put a finger to my lips. My nipples were played with some, then clamps were put on them. After pulling on the chain to get my attention, he left and went back upstairs. I was left alone again. It was easier to get my mind going with the new stimulation. He left me in the cage a long time; probably an hour or more. It was hard to tell, since there was no sound in the dungeon. Finally, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The top part of the cage was unlocked. The clamps were removed and I hissed when each were taken off. The other doors were opened and the mitts untied from the bars. I was led to a metal pole, which I was backed up against, and the mitts were locked behind to a chain near the post. Nothing had been said to me yet. Tom got a leather slapper, and started to hit my body with it. My nipples were sore from the clamps, and every time he hit one, I jumped with pain. Before long, I was moving around trying to outguess Tom and keep him from hitting my nipples. I was still blindfolded, so it was a pure guess on my part. Tom loved it as I moved and counter moved to have him hit a different area. I got the chain wrapped around the pole several times, which forced me to reverse course. Tom saw the problems I was having and stopped to uncuff me from the post. My freedom did not last long, as he moved me from the post and relocked the cuffs behind my back to the chain. Now I had all sorts of room to move, and Tom made sure I moved. After doing two sets of the slapper; rubbing my body after the first set to feel the warmth created, and my body red from chest to ankles, I was released. The blindfold was removed for a moment and we hugged. "You danced WON-derfully!" Tom had on a black sweatshirt, with a mask similar to what the fencers wear covering his face. The screen made his face invisible to me. The blindfold was replaced and Tom led me over to a wooden table. After telling me to lie down on the pad, I had to raise my arms over my head as he placed a long strap just under my armpits and fastened it tight under the table. With just that strap, there would be no way for me to get loose without help. Tom reminded me of that fact often. Another strap was put around my waist, the fastened underneath. Next he took care of my mitted fists. Tom started from under the table, brought the strap up between two boards, then through the bottom ring on my mitt and back down the crack. The strap continued to the other side of the table where the process was repeated with the other hand. Then the strap was fastened together underneath and pulled tight. My mitted hands couldn't move at all. The same process was done at my ankles. Even though I couldn't move much, more straps were added to reduced freedom even more. Straps were added above my knees and at my elbows, securing my limbs tighter to the board. A head harness was buckled on over the blindfold. Then rope was tied to the rings on each side of the harness and tied to the table, pressing the leather tight against my face and blindfold. Now, I was ready. Tom is a good piano player, and he is used to spreading his fingers and going up and down a keyboard. That is what he did on my body. The quick light touches of his fingers drove me nuts and got me squirming. Jerry helped out and started to tickle my feet. With the two of them working on my body, it was good that I was tightly secured. I was laughing hard and struggling in my bonds. They must had gone through my bags while I was in the cage, because one of them took the feather arrangement I had brought with me and started to tickle the base of my neck. I bought the feathers at an Indian powwow the previous fall. It is made up of a half dozen long feathers fastened together to a wooden handle. That area is covered in rabbit fur. This gives a different sensation than the feathers. The handle is wrapped with a long thin strip of white leather, finishing with another piece that is cut to make a tail. I don't know what the people had in mind when they made it, but it is one of the most versatile toys I have for tickling. I tried to squinch my head down to cover that area, but the ropes holding the harness wouldn't give. I was tickled for what seemed like a long time. Finally, the straps and head harness were removed and I was led upstairs and into a bedroom. I was told to lie down and was positioned in the middle of the bed. A rope tied the right ankle to one corner and my right mitt was tied around waist level to the side of the bed. Then my left ankle and wrist were tied with one rope to the other side. It was a king size bed, so my legs were spread uncomfortably wide. Then I was given the house rules. "If a door to a room is closed, that means the person wants privacy and no entry is allowed. If the door is open, then anyone can come in at any time." I was tied tight to the bed and still blindfolded and mitted. There was no way that I would be able to get up to close the door. Not that I wanted to. Tom came into the room two times that night. I sucked him some and he roughhoused my bound body, grabbing my head and rubbing his body against mine. I dozed on and off all night. In the morning, Tom came in and loosened my left side so I could roll over. He let me sleep for a couple more hours before releasing me from the bed for breakfast. I had to take a piss. Tom led me to the bathroom still blindfolded and mitted, and stood me in front of the toilet. I felt for the bowl and sat down. With the mitts on, I didn't want to try standing or kneeling. I was led downstairs to a chair near a table. He took a long rope and tied my body to the chair - keeping my legs spread wide and tying my thighs and feet to the sides. Another rope tied my still mitted hands together and to a rung in the back. Then a small rope was tied around my balls, forcing them down in the sack. Jerry cut up some pancakes and fed them to me for breakfast, then they left me tied and blindfolded as they watched a bondage video together. I was able to listen to the video, trying to figure out what kind of bondage was being done. By the time it ended, they figured that my breakfast had settled, so I was untied to be taken back to the dungeon. I was put back into the cage and the bottom two doors were locked. Tom opened the door in the back, then took a steel bar, put it through the cage in front of my body, forcing my ass out the back door. A perfect target for his hand and paddle. He gave me several sets, hitting my ass until I was yelling and squirming away as much as I could. Finally, the bar was removed and Tom took the blindfold off. "I think it is time for you to see your surroundings." I blinked as I could look around for the first time since I arrived. I smiled at Tom, since I could see his face this time. I noticed a little kids plastic slide in the corner of the basement. After releasing me, Tom put some padding at the bottom of the slide and I was told to bend over it and get in a comfortable position. Spreader bars were attached to my mitts and ankle cuffs, and a strap was put around my torso, keeping me from moving off the slide. Tom put two egg timers on the floor. "We are going to do 3 greens and one red. The timer does not get turned over until all the green has settled to the bottom." Tom started to spank my ass after Jerry turned the green timer. It would take at least five minutes for all the green to settle, and I knew it was going to be a long spanking session. Tom took his time and spanked every inch of my ass and upper thighs. It was nice and red by the time I was let up. Tom put a sawhorse over by the chain hanging down from the beam. He took a wool blanket and put over the top of the horse. I was told to straddle it. The mitts were locked to the chain behind my back, then Tom lifted my right ankle up and started to tie it to my thigh. I balanced myself with my left foot while he did it. Then he lifted my left ankle. My only contact was my sore ass sitting on the thin board of the horse. I was told that this had been a punishment in the military for misbehaving soldiers years ago. They would have to endure the bondage for hours at a time. I knew I didn't want to duplicate that. It was tough keeping my position, and after a short period of time, I lost my balance. Jerry caught me and Tom quickly untied my legs. Tom unhooked my mitts from the chain, but kept them locked behind my back. Two more cuffs were buckled just above my elbows and clipped together, forcing my shoulders back. I was told to lie face down on the mat. He grabbed my cock from underneath and tied a cord around my balls with a ring attached. Then the head harness was put back on me and buckled tight. Tom threaded a long rope from the ring attached to the balls, bent my legs up and threaded each end through a ring in the ankle cuffs, brought the rope back to my mitted hands and through the rings there. Then the ropes were split apart again and each went through a ring in the elbow cuffs before going to the head harness. Each rope went through the ring on the side of the harness, then up to the top, where both went through. The rope continued back to my wrists, then was pulled tight and the ends connected to the chain above me. This forced my arms up from my body. If I tried to straighten my legs, the rope pulled my balls. It felt great. I felt some lube around my ass and a plug was slowly pushed in. I must have looked too comfortable there, and my feet were just sticking up there begging to get tickled! Tom used the feather and his fingers to torment my feet and around my neck. He loved seeing me squirm in the bondage. He stopped after a while so that I could catch my breath. At least that's what I thought at the time. Suddenly, little shots of pain hit as candle wax was dripped on my back, ass and legs. The drops hit randomly on my body. that made it difficult for me to brace for the next hit. It made an incredibly hot scene, and it was too soon when I was untied. That afternoon, I was tied to the table and blindfolded. Tom took out two bags of clothespins and started to put them all over my body. "We are going to play a game. The game is called Same or Different. I will wiggle two clothespins. You will tell me whether I move the same one or different one. If you guess correctly, I will remove the clothespins. One if it is the same. Two if they are different. However, if you guess wrong, I add clothespins the same way. We play until all the clothespins are off." I knew I had to concentrate. A lot of the pins were in sensitive areas, and hurt like hell every time they were removed. Most of the pins were very close to each other, so it was difficult to tell one from the other. If I hit a bad streak, Tom would give me two from different locations, so I would win. I don't know how long the game lasted. However, it was the only bondage scene we did all afternoon. I wanted to quit the game several times, however I knew Tom is a very patient top, and that I would have to play until all the pins were off. It's a very tormenting game. I was told to go get cleaned up. He got the keys and unlocked my hands from the mitts. It was the first time my hands were free. The mitts had been on for over twenty hours. The hands were quite comfortable in the, and it felt strange having use of my fingers. Tom knows to keep my hands mitted, since I have a tendency to use them to my advantage. While they were on, I knew that more bondage was imminent. Off, it felt like the scene had ended. In effect it had. However it WAS time to eat. That night, Tom wanted to go out and "asked" me if I was tired. "No, Sir." "Good. It will be a leather night!" Tom picked up a leather collar and locked it around my neck. He told me to put my leather harness on. Since I was given the option, I took the butt plug off the harness before strapping it on. I was ordered to put on the leather shorts before putting my jeans on. Black sneaks without socks and my jacket completed the outfit. I was told to take the mitts with me. When we arrived at the Eagle, I was made to check my coat. I looked around and nobody else was shirtless. I carried the mitts in my hand as we headed upstairs. After a couple minutes, Tom took the mitts and locked them on each fist. I was given money and told to buy some drinks at the bar. I had to take one beer at a time, holding the bottle with both mitts, come back for the next one and again for the change. While drinking the beer, Tom found a local friend and introduced me to him. He reached out his hand for me to shake, and I gave him back my mitted fist. He was shorter than me and had a cocky and confident manner about himself. Tom gave me to him to play with for awhile. He was invited to play with my nipples, and that is what he did for the next five minutes. While he carried on a conversation with others, both hands were squeezing and twisting my nipples. He was very casual as he played with me. However, if I moved away or tried to resist, it earned me a slap across the face. He did this without a break in the conversations he was having at the time. The whole scene made him incredibly hot. When the beer was finished, it was time for a walk around the bar. I followed Tom down the steps and around the downstairs of the Eagle. Several times we stopped, and I was introduced to people. Some were taken aback when I offered my mitted hand, but just about everyone thought it was great. Anyone who wanted to could play with my nipples, and most did. Arriving back upstairs, I had to get Tom another beer. We found a spot along the back wall, and Tom had me stand against it. Tom stood in front of me and put one hand through the open fly of my jeans. He held on to the snapped jeans - played with my leather covered cock with his fingers and lightly rubbed his thumb along my stomach. My body jerked in response, as I am very ticklish there. Tom loved it, so he kept the assault up. Soon, it was time for another walk. We ended up at the far corner of the bar talking to his friends. Tom reached back in and started to tickle me again. As I jerked in response, people looked over and were smiling. Several came over to tickle me and work on my nipples. I stood there and gave no resistance. They knew that Tom had complete control over me. We went back upstairs and Tom's friend came by and started to twist my nipples again. Tom showed him how ticklish I was and invited him to do the same. I was passed back to his control again. He went at me with both hands, and I started to move away. He grabbed my harness and yanked me back to him, then slapped my face for moving. This went on for ten or fifteen minutes, as my body tried to avoid his fingers, and me getting pulled back and slapped again. I loved it - and so did another. A young guy was standing across the room smiling at us. Tom noticed him and took me over to meet. He was a college kid from Tom's town, about my height, and he was invited to play with me all he wanted as they talked. The smile never left his face as they were talking. He twisted and pinched my nipples at will. Jerry wanted to give him a lift back and have him play in the dungeon. After some talk, I offered to let him tie me up, or get tied up with him, if he came back with us. Eventually, he accepted. I was given the coat checks and told to get our stuff. I put the tickets between the mitts and gave them to the clerk. After retrieving them, I stood in the bar waiting for Tom to return. Several people came up and told me how hot I looked. One exclaimed "You are one hot butch boy!!" I was happy that I made a good impression for Tom as his boy. I was put in the back seat again for the ride home. This time I had company. The college kid sat beside me. My mitts had been removed by the time we got to the car, so I had use of my hands. We kissed and I played with his cock the whole ride home. He was told that if I was bothering him, that he could put the mitts back on me. He declined to do so. His cock, though, liked what was happening. Several times I had him close to cumming, but he backed me off. When we got back to the house, I was told to strip and go to the dungeon. Tom followed down and put the mitts back on me. He locked them behind and to the chain, and he started with the slapper again on me. This time I wasn't blindfolded, but I still got hit a lot on my nipples - along with the rest of my body. After a couple sets, Tom released me just as Jerry and the college kid came down. He wanted to watch for a while, so Tom decided that we needed to start over again. This time, he added a blindfold. He slapped me around for 10-15 minutes before finally stopping. My whole body was red. After releasing me, Tom hugged and told me how proud he was. I smiled happily. I was moved over to the table and was strapped down very tightly, very similar to the previous evening. The head harness was tied down as tight as they could make it. Soon three pairs of hands were tickling me. Someone was always tormenting my sensitive feet, while the others worked over my body. I went nuts as they used the feathers on me, and was told later that the kid had a big grin on his face the whole time he tickled me. I strained and buckled as much as I could to get away, but all the straps held tight. They may have talked while tickling me, but I was laughing too hard to notice. Finally, they stopped and slowly untied me - brushing across the soles of my feet as my ankles were being unstrapped, making me jump and scream out again several times. I was taken upstairs and put on a foam mattress in the middle of a room. Two spreader bars were placed under the foam and my legs were spread and cuffed to one - my wrists were tied to the other bar that was around waist level. The blindfold was put back on and I was set to sleep. Tom told the kid the rules of the house. "Any room that is open, you can go in at any time. If it is closed, that means privacy and you don't enter. You can do anything with the boy you want, as long as you play safely and not mark him." I almost expected to see him right away, but I was left alone to sleep. I was 4:30 when I was tied to the bed and everyone was tired. Sometime during the morning, I heard someone walk around my head. Soon afterwards, a cock was getting shoved down my throat and I started to suck. After he got good and hard, he pulled out. My legs were untied from the bar and I heard a package being torn open. I knew who it was. The kid lifted my legs and fucked me. He had been horny all night, so it didn't take long for him to cum. Afterwards, he let me loose so I could take a much needed piss, then tied me back up in bed like he found me. He had to get back to school a little later, so I didn't get another chance to play with him. I didn't get untied until near noon. That afternoon, Jerry wanted to see how to tie someone into a suspended human cradle. Tom had created the tie over a year ago, and it has become one of his most requested scenes to do. Tom put me on the table, and moved a chain and bar across the beam above me, just above waist level. It took over a half hour to tie me, as they tied two - fifty foot lengths together before trussing my body. The mitts were put back on, since they would not create as much of a circulation problem when the wrists needed tied up. It also served to keep the fingers from messing with the ropes. My feet were tied together, then the ankles. The truss is made my wrapping the two ends completely around the body, then looping the ends underneath the two ropes at the desired spot and continuing up the body. They wrapped the ropes just above the knees, around the upper thighs, at the waist, just below the pecs and the upper chest. From there, the ropes went over my shoulders, looped around the first rope, then locking my arms in at the upper arm, elbow, and forearm before tying the mitts to the harness. After putting the head harness on me and securing that to the bar with bun gee cords, the ropes were adjusted some more before dropping the table that held me. Everything felt tight when I hung suspended, but nothing was pinching. I looked too comfortable just lying there, so Jerry got the clothespins out and put them all over my balls. Later, he got a pair of nipple clamps and put on me, tying the connecting chain to the bar holding all the ropes. He swung me back and forth and played with the clamps. I stayed suspended for a half hour or so, until my left arm began to lose circulation. It didn't take long to untie me once I was back on the table. as the ropes just slid off. Tom does not let many people see him without clothes, but I had the honor of giving him two massages over the weekend. He seemed to enjoy them. I was happy to give them. I felt, it was the least I could do for him. Any ways, isn't that what a bondage boy is for?