Delta 96
Harold had been keeping track of the number of scenes I had been in, and
knew that the second scene Monday night would be my 30th. He wanted to be
the one to celebrate the milestone. Since the run started officially with
Harold tying me face out from a St. Andrew's Cross and whipping my chest, he
felt that it would be appropriate for the same scene to be repeated for the
30th. I stripped down again and each limb was secured to the cross.
My heavy leather hood was tightly laced, zippered and strapped on my
head. There was one BIG difference this time, compared to Friday's whipping.
My nipples had been abused for four days and were quite sore, and Harold was
completely aware of that fact. He is pretty good at controlling a single
tail whip, and he started by hitting me lightly. However, every now and
then, the whip hit one of my nipples. I jumped so much when that happened, I
moved the cross. It was a stand alone unit and not fastened to anything.
Harold loved the reaction, and attempted to hit one of my nipples on every
stroke. He succeeded more than he failed. It was driving me nuts. I
squirmed and twisted my body trying to avoid the blows. The cross was
rocking back and forth. I was flying in the hood as the endorphins were
running high. After 150 strokes, he stopped and released me. It took a few
minutes before I was steady enough to come down from the cross. When he took
my hood off, I had a big grin on my face. He helped me down and hugged. It
was a great scene to end another great run.
Delta 96 was held at a camp from October 4-8. 1996. A
new gymnasium had been built there during the year, and proved very useful
during the four days. There were demonstrations on almost anything there is
to try in the S&M scene, for those that wanted to learn more on how to do
things better and safer. Since the demonstrations are done by experts in
that field, you get to learn from some of the best. The main theme is to
play hard, but play safe.
I arrived mid afternoon on Friday. One of the main complaints from many
of the bondage players at having the run this time of year, was the
possibility of cold weather. I had become known the previous year as a
player who is ready to play, so I decided to set the example from the
beginning. I took my shirt off to go register, even though it was cool
outside. People I met the previous year stopped me to say hi, and to squeeze
and twist my nipples. After checking in the cabin, I decided to walk the
site to see who was around. I left my shirt off and locked cuffs on each
wrist. This signified that I was ready to play. It took quite a while to
make the circuit as people I knew and some that I didn't came up to talk and
play with my body. By the time I got around to the basketball courts, it was
4pm. I saw a person that I had played with earlier in the summer. He
motioned me over and asked if I wanted tied up. Dumb question. We moved
over to the telephone pole and he locked the cuffs together behind my back
and around the pole. He stripped my shorts off, blindfolded me, then started
to tease my body. I responded like I normally do - squirming at the light
touch. Earlier the summer, he had tied me to a cross and put clothespins on
me. I winced as I saw him pull a big bag of pins from out of his knapsack.
My skin is tight, and doesn't clothespin very well, but he wanted to see how
many he could put on. He started at my nipples, then spaced the clothespins
all over my chest, stomach, crotch and arms. He wrapped a cord around my
balls and hung one of his boots from them. The sun was starting to set and I
started to get cold, so he took a few pics, then started to take the
clothespins off. That hurts more than having them on.
It was near supper time when I got back to the cabin. Everyone could see
that I was just in a scene. Harold locked three-ways on me - a steel collar
with short chains and metal cuffs attached to the ends for the wrists. I
went to dinner like that, still shirtless. The marks were still visible
during the dinner. Nobody seemed surprised that I had already been in a
scene.
The Haircut
I had figured that I would give someone a chance to tie me up and cut my
head. It was going to leave it to him if my head was to be shaved. I went
to the barbershop and found a hot dude to give me a haircut. He tied my
hands behind my back, then started to carefully cut. It was slow and wild.
Every 30 seconds or so, he would stop and we would kiss. He could take all
the time he wanted to. By the time he was done, my head was buzzed
completely. But, he didn't want to take a razor to it. That was cool. We
had a lot of fun during the haircut. Another person came by, and made sure
that the rest of my body was completely shaved. He used baby powder to shave
any hair that he found.
I went up to the new dungeon and found that most of the people were
there. Mike was there. One of the people I had sponsored for the run, and a
top who I've been playing with all summer. I went over to him and asked if
he wanted to tie me up. He said he was surprised that I wasn't booked at the
time. We went over to a frame that was part of a indoor soccer goal. It was
also near the heater, as it had gotten very cool outside. I was tied with
rope to the crossbar, spread eagled, with my arms tied along the bar. A body
harness made of black rope was put on my torso. Then Mike went to work on
me. He clamped and twisted my nipples, tickled me so that I would squirm and
make the clamps swing wildly. Since he had access to both sides of me, he
went around and flogged my back and ass until it was red. Earlier in the
day, he had bought a new leather slapper and decided to try it out on me. He
whacked my ass and the inside of my thighs. It stung like hell, and I ended
up with bruises on my legs. The scene must have looked hot as it drew quite
a few onlookers, and Mike was requested to do the same to others throughout
the weekend.
I wanted to spend the night in a leather straight jacket. I knew that
it was going to be cold that night, so I bugged Harold until he put the
jacket on me. I had slept with it one once before, and knew I would keep
warm in it. He crossed my arms to tie the jacket, then told me to get into
bed myself. I had to use my feet to get the covers reasonably over me, and
succeeded after a few minutes of trial and error..
Sometime during the night, one of the people in our cabin came over and
gagged me, then snuggled into bed with me. He played with my cock some and
said how hot I looked in the jacket. I just moaned through the gag. He left
me that way for some time, then removed the gag. We kissed, then he went
back to bed.
The next morning, Harold decided that I should remain in the jacket to
eat breakfast. Pants and shoes were put on me, and the one who played the
night before, hooked a leash to the jacket and took me for a long walk around
the camp to go to breakfast. Once there, he had to feed me breakfast. I had
to be released from the jacket after breakfast, as I was to be part of a demo
that morning.
The Demo and the Ropeman
The Ropeman had invited me up to his cabin several weeks earlier to
spend a weekend in the wilderness, do some outdoor bondage and work on
different methods of tying hands so that the knot would be inaccessible to
the fingers of the victim. He told me that I was to be part of the demo on
rope bondage, and we needed to practice some. Now, I don't need an excuse to
get tied up, but I was glad to participate, especially, since he does an
excellent job of rope bondage that is both comfortable, secure and elaborate.
We did some rope bondage in different positions, to determine which rope
bondage we were going to use. After doing our routine, he got some long
bun gee cords and proceeded to make a harness out of them on my body. It
worked, and was a completely different feel than rope, as the cords tightened
as you moved,
The demo was supposed to start around 9am, but the heat had not been
turned on yet. It was about 9:30 when I stripped down to get tied up.
Everyone expressed an interest in learning how to put a rope body harness
on, so he demonstrated on me while everyone watched. The others were to take
turns putting the harness on, and he went around to each of them giving
pointers. To keep me out of harm's way, he used the final few feet of the
rope to tie my hands behind my back and to the harness. This was also done
to show how to secure a person into the harness, but none of them went that
far. For the next hour, I was all dressed up with no place to go, as I
wandered around going from person to person.
That evening, I was put in five ways to go to dinner. Five ways consist
of a steel collar, that is locked around the neck with a chain connected to a
welded ring in the front. About a foot from the collar, two steel wrist
shackles are attached. The chain went down to just past the waist, where a
second chain was attached and spit down to the feet where it ended with ankle
shackles. The lock took a special allen key, so it was quite unpickable.
Even if the apparatus would have fit me, the weight of it would eventually
make me bend over. However, these were made for a person no taller than 5'8
in mind, so I had to bend over to walk. I took the long way to dinner, just
so I could be seen struggling in them.
Before dinner, I was approached by two of the Ropeman's friends, who
asked for my help in tying him up immediately after dinner. I agreed. I
felt I owed him one for the scenes we had done together in the past, plus it
would give some people there a surprise, as most of them had never seen me
top a person. After getting out of the five ways, I went to the cabin to
change and pick up a few toys to use. Shortly after arriving in the dungeon,
the two friends came over to me. I asked where the victim was. They replied
that the victim was me. They didn't need to go to all that trouble to get me
tied up, but it was a different twist and I thought it funny.
I was led over to a wooden A-frame with a platform in the middle. They
found my heavy leather hood, and tied it tight to my head. Restraints were
buckled on each limb and I was placed laying face up on the platform. Wrist
cuffs were tied to the A-frame just behind my head, while my feet were tied
to the other end - raised up so that my ass would be exposed. Tit clamps
were put on me to keep my mind from wandering, and for the next 45 minutes or
so, I was paddled, tickled, teased and tormented by those two. When they
finally untied me and took off the hood, the Rope man was standing there
smiling broadly at the "joke" they pulled on me.
I accused him of lying to me, but the told me that I could tie him up
right now, so it wasn't a lie. I wasn't going to let him off that easily, so
I told him he owed me one first. He would have to hog-tie me for a while,
before I go tie him up. We had practiced several different types of hog-ties
as a prelude to the demo - which we never did. I hated to waste all the
practicing, so he got a long rope and told me to move a mat to an area where
there was plenty of people playing all around. Standing at one end of the
mat, the Ropeman started to make a harness on my upper body. With each pull
through, I knew that it was going to be a heavy rope scene, as if took a long
time to pull each end. The rope had to be close to 150 feet or more in
length. After making a nice harness, he had me put my hands behind me, and
he tied my wrists together and to the harness. I was then ordered to lie
face down.
The Ropeman continued down each leg - making anchoring points as the
harnessed them. Arriving at my ankles, he tied the ropes together, then
secured the legs together by threading the ropes down the opposite leg's
harness. My feet were bent at a 90 degree angle, then the rope was wrapped
around my wrists and back to the ankles. The rope went back around my wrists,
then threaded and pulled tight to the harness, finally tying the rope off at
my shoulders. My ass was available to paddle and all three of them took
advantage of that. But the worst was that my feet were just sitting there up
in the air, begging to get tickled. I couldn't move them at all. I was
tickled, paddled and teased while I got a nice view of some hot scenes.
After 45 minutes or so, I felt that my circulation was getting restricted.
I knew it was going to take a long time to get me free, so I told them to
start untying me. Wish I could have stayed in it a lot longer. It was a
great tie.
After being released, I told the Ropeman to strip and get his butt over
to the cross. I went over and got my things ready, while the Ropeman got
undressed and his friends braided up the rope that was used on me. I put the
humane restraints on him, and used a long rope to tie each limb to an end of
the "X", going from his right ankle, up to the right wrist, across to the
other wrist, then back down to the left ankle. A blindfold was put on him
while I went over and got the baby oil I had brought for the occasion. I
coated his chest and cock with the oil, while my partner used a vibrator on
his cock. A pair of tit clamps were attached, and several paddles and
slappers were used to keep the nerve endings responding. I used my slippery
fingers to lightly run my hands over his slick body, trying to find all the
sensitive spots. It was the only time all weekend I topped.
Flogging, Paddling and Tit tortures
Starting with the clothespins on the first scene on Friday, my nipples
took abuse all weekend. I didn't wear a shirt during the afternoons every
day, and lots of people would stop me so they could twist and bite them,
therefore they never got much of a break even when I wasn't tied in a scene.
Mike had worked on my nipples some on Friday night, but Saturday morning
after the demo, he got them good. I had changed to my leather harness, and
Mike took this opportunity to cuff my hands behind me. Then he made me stand
while he worked on my tits with clamps and his fingers. When I tried to
squirm away, he grabbed my harness and pulled me back to him, and slapped my
ass or the insides of my thighs with that nasty new leather slapper of his.
For 45 minutes, my nipples were pulled, stretched, twisted and tightly
clamped, By the time he let me loose, they were quite sore.
Later that afternoon, Sparky found me loose and decided to tie me to the
table, He put a pair of VERY heavy tit clamps on me that hurt like hell. To
take my mind off the pain in my nipples, clothespins were put on my cock, and
one of his electrical toys wrapped to my balls. It was my shortest scene of
the run, as my nipples were in no condition at the time to take that kind of
punishment, so I asked for them to be removed. To my chagrin, he took off
all the other toys and let me loose.
Every day in at least two scenes, my nipples were the focus of attention.
That wasn't unexpected, and they had been subject to a lot of play all summer.
Lots of people knew I was ticklish, but not many had seen me get flogged or
whipped. Once Harold set the tone on Friday night, I had tops who wanted to
flog me all weekend, and some of them got the chance. One of Mike's friends
who had been at Delta the year before and had wanted to paddle me, got the
chance early Saturday afternoon. I was still in the leather harness, but it
would not get in his way. Maybe he thought he could hit me harder with it
on. I was tied to the cross face in, so my back and ass were fully
accessible. He started light, but soon was hitting my back and ass with
heavy blows. He continued until I was squirming and moaning on each blow,
then stopped to run his hands over my warm back and ass. Then the process
started all over again. He did about five or six sets like this before I was
released. My whole backside was sore, but it wasn't bruised. It was still
sore when I was paddled that night on the A-frame.
Late that afternoon, Mike and I met at the outdoor fitness equipment
near the cabin for some bondage and photos. I was put over two steel
parallel bars - legs over one bar and my arms across the other and was tied
tight to that. It was a very hard position to maintain, but Mike wanted to
take my mind off that, and added clamps to the tits and tied a weight to the
balls. He blindfolded me, then took some pics. After being released, I was
led over to a post. The post had a rope hanging down off a beam sticking out
like a hangman's noose would. He used the rope to secure my hands as high up
on the post as he could, forcing me up on my toes. Again, the clamps and
ball weights were added. One of the most interesting ties of the weekend
happened next. He tied me spread eagled on top of one of those
merry-go-rounds the kids use to get dizzy. I knew what he had in mind. It
was wild, when I was spinning around in circles.
Sunday
I was scheduled to get electrocuted at 8AM Sunday morning, and I made
sure that I got up in time. Last year, I had a bad back, and we did therapy
and played once each day. We had been in contact several times during the
year, and I was told that he had several new toys for me to experience.
Considering how effective the ones that were used on me the previous year, I
had some nervous anticipation when I reported to the dungeon for the session.
Even though the heat had just been fired up, I stripped naked and laid
upon the table. He had a new rubber hood that he put over my head, put some
mitts on me and hooked the mitts to a snap hook at the end of the table. A
strap went over my chest, then ankle cuffs were put on and hooked to the
other end. I was secure enough. Part of the fun of electricity is to see
the guy squirm, and being tied like this gave me lots of room to squirm.
Something was wrapped around the balls of my feet. This was different
already. Soon, I could feel thumps of electricity going up each leg. He
took the electric butt plug, lubed it and put it in my ass. Then he got a
small unit and wrapped my cock, holding the two ends to the base of my cock.
Two more pads were put on my ass, another was put on my balls. Each of the
devises was put on a program and set at a certain level. I was jumping all
over the place. Mike came and took pics of the scene (however, the
developers "lost" the roll of film) and probably was the one who added tit
clamps. The electricity was the most intense at my cock and feet. At
certain settings on the program for the pads on my feet, the electricity came
out in five second intervals at enough strength that my calves felt like they
were going to explode! I would get a short break and the juice would come
again. Combine that with the sharp jolts that my cock was given, and it was
as intense of a scene as you could imagine. My whole body braced against the
assault when the juice went up my legs. He only budgets an hour for a scene,
and after an hour, you are more than ready to take a break. I walked around
for a while, when I saw a top that was by himself. I was ready to get tied
up again, so I asked him if he wanted to play. He accepted, and it became
an adventure for both of us.
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Tied, Tickled and Fire
I put my Humane restraints on and went over to the cross as instructed.
I was told to stand facing out. He said that he liked rope bondage. I had
no problem with that, and he took out a multicolored rope and made a body
harness on me. After harnessing my upper body, he tied it around my cock and
balls several times, then went down my legs. There was enough rope left that
he looped the rope around my big toes, then brought the rope back up and
tied it tight to my balls, so If I moved my toes down, it pulled the balls.
He took a long white rope and tied my limbs to the cross, then tied it up to
my harness at my chest level, and strung the ends of the rope out and tied it
off to another apparatus ten feet away. I wasn't going anywhere.
We had never played before, so he decided to "feel me out" a little.
That was a big mistake on his part, as he found that my body responded to his
touching easily, and I started to squirm and laugh at his touching. He
thought it was great, and proceeded to tickle me for the next hour. Several
times he got me to the point that I was just about to piss involuntarily,
when he backed off. Later, he told me if he knew that, he would have tickled
me harder! He also told me that it was the first time that he had tickled
anyone. He did a great job - then I made the mistake of asking what he
really liked to do. He said he liked putting smooth boys like me on fire.
He assured me it was safe, and I made an appointment with him for that
evening.
He was working on someone at the crossbar, where Mike had played with me
Friday night. When it was my turn, he tied me the same way - arms
outstretched along the top of the bar and legs tied spread wide. I wasn't
blindfolded or gagged. He wanted me to witness the event. Long sticks with
cotton on the end were soaked in alcohol. He took a stick, rubbed the
alcohol over my chest, flicked a Bic, and the alcohol lit. Right after that,
his leather gloved hand wiped over the flame. He took his time and put on
fire my legs, stomach, arms, chest, around my cock; anyplace and every place
on my body that I could see the flames. He could tell that my body was tense
as the alcohol was lit, but I relaxed some as we went on. It was a nice
tradeoff. He did something that I liked and I did something that he liked.
We want to play together again.
The Pool
Everyone had work assignments at the run this year. Actually, I had one
last year, but was never around to do it. I had written down that I could
lifeguard, and since only one or two others did, I was chosen. I took Sunday
afternoon, which was nice, since it got over 70 degrees out. Being October
in Pennsylvania, everyone knew the pool would be cold, so it was going to be
an easy job. I just couldn't play. I decided to make a game of it anyway.
I stripped naked and put the nylon cuffs on each limb. Before going down to
the pool, I went to the leather store, and bought cuffs and clamps for the
"dress up" outfit I was going to wear for the evening meal. I had to take it
with me as I was scheduled to be a bartender at the cocktail party before
dinner also. It was dress up dinner, so I wanted to make an impression,
since I don't have leather outfits or a military uniform.
There was only one person at the pool when I arrived, and he was just
getting some sun. So I parked myself on a bench and relaxed. This would
become the first extended break from bondage that I had in two years there.
Several people came down, one actually went in the water, when a hot guy
from NY wondered over and asked why I had cuffs on.
"So the swimmers can keep the lifeguard tied to his post."
Rick smiled and went over to his bag. He took out a snap link and
told me to turn around with my hands behind me. He snapped the link around
the D-rings and told me to bend over the bench. He took his belt from the
pants he had worn down to the pool, and started to belt my ass, hamstrings
and inner thighs. After making the area red with stripes, he went over to a
picnic table and laid down to get some sun. I was told to follow him while
keeping an eye on my "official" duties - the pool. For the next hour, I was
ordered to keep his cock happy while he tanned. Being a lifeguard sometimes
is tough business, but somebody's got to do it!
Rick and I played together off and on the remainder of the run. That
evening we were tied together on the same crossbar that I had been on both
the previous evenings. We were tied facing each other, gagged so we couldn't
use our mouths, blindfolded, while a top or three took turns paddling our
asses and flogged us - seeing which of us moaned the loudest. We were both
sore afterwards, so I invited him back to my bunkhouse where I was cuffed to
go to sleep - after giving him a blow job. The next afternoon, he tied me to
a cross, flogged my back, then retying me facing out to flog my chest, tickle
me and torture my nipples. We slept together the last night also. I was
cuffed again and allowed to jack off before sleeping. It would be the only
time that I came all weekend.
The Cocktail Party
I had been told to be at the cocktail party at 4:45, but my duties at
the pool weren't over officially until 5. Rick helped me get dressed to go
bartend. Bob had given me a spandex outfit that was basically 2 straps that
went over the shoulders, and a pouch for the cock. It looked quite hot. I
added a leather harness that Bob had given me several weeks earlier. It was
a homemade harness that snapped on, so there was no adjustment, but the
harness fit me perfectly. Straps went over the shoulders, under the pecs and
around the waist, with a short strap going down to a cock ring in front, and
another strap from the cock ring to the ring along my lower back. We
thought about adding a butt plug, but I had forgotten to bring one and he
didn't have one either. A leather collar was locked around my neck, then
leather ankle and writs cuffs were buckled on. I had tit clamps, but we
thought it might be too much for the costume. Instead, a leather plug gag
was buckled on. I added sandals and I was ready for the party.
The other two bartenders were there by the time I got there. Nobody
was disappointed in the costume though, and most thought that the gag was
quite appropriate, as it kept me from making idle conversation. For the next
90 minutes I helped serve drinks. The party was sponsored by the Lure, and
a picture was taken of the occasion. I'm told that it is hanging on one of
the walls at the bar. Someday, I'll go up and see if that is true.
Monday
I knew this was going to be an interesting day as I had yet to play
with two of my favorite tops. Bill had been planning to play with me for
several days, but he wanted an extended outdoor scene and was waiting for the
weather to get warmer. I was told at breakfast to meet him at the outdoor
fitness equipment at 10:30. Once there, I stripped and was instructed to
straddle the top of a wooden incline sit-up board. Cuffs were put on my
ankles and rope was used to secure them up near the bar that the board was
attached to. My hands were put in leather restraints and tied behind me and
to my ankles. Another rope was added around my waist and tied tight to the
bar, so I wouldn't slide around too much on the board. I was then hooded
with a leather hood. He started to play with my nipples. My nipples had
taken a lot of abuse the previous three days, so ANY touch created a
reaction out of me. Bill saw that he was getting a huge response from this,
and continued to work on my nipples. I was squirming as much as possible in
the bondage. It was a good thing he tied me so well, or I might have ended
up with splinters.
Bill had some rabbit fur, which I remembered from one of our previous
sessions. He rubbed my body and cock with it - the sensation of the fur
tickled my skin and stimulated my mind. Very quickly, I was in another world,
and Bill knew it. He alternated between the stimulation and tit play to send
me higher and higher. He kept me in that state for over an hour, before
bring me back down. My body was covered in sweat from all the squirming.
My whole body was one big nerve. Last year, when Bill did his second scene
with me, he said he hadn't done any more than 10% of what he had planned. I
asked him if this time we did any better. He replied that he never got past
the introduction!
That afternoon, I was scheduled to play with Jon. I had seen him top
quite a few people as he always had seemed to be playing near where I was
getting tied up. I knew that he played very safely, so I didn't give him any
instructions on how we should play and what type of scene we should have. At
lunch, I was instructed to meet at the outdoor pong tables just up from the
dungeon at 2:30 - and don't be late. I wasn't. When I arrived there, I saw
an assortment of paddles, floggers, slappers and straps, with cuffs fastened
to the middle and to two spreader bars near the legs of the table. It
didn't take a genius to figure out that my ass was going to be in for a
workout. There were two sets of cuffs connected to the middle, and Jon
explained to me that he inadvertently double booked the session. I have
never minded sharing a scene and I told him that. He strapped me to the
right side of the table, hooded me, then I laid there waiting for the second
person to show.
I had laid there for about 15 minutes when Jon decided to start on me,
even though the other person had yet to arrive. He took a strap to my ass
and explained that I was to receive 30 and to count each one. If I messed up
the count, the strapping would start all over. He was just finishing when
the other person arrived. Jon strapped him down and asked me how many he
should take for being late. I replied 40. Jon administered them to him,
then gave us a series of whacks using different instruments of punishment.
Several times, he gave us the opportunity to quit and be untied. Neither of
us did. For about an hour, we endured the abuse given our asses. Finally,
he said we would take 30 more then quit. He alternated people after ever two
or three blows. We had to count and thank him for each blow we received. We
hugged afterwards, but my ass was extremely sore and stiff. After that
session, Rick tied me to the cross and flogged my sore backside again. By
the time we broke for supper, my whole body was getting sore.
The Fantasy
I was very nervous by the time I went to dinner. The reason for the
nervousness was that I was to have my scene with Bob. Bob gave me one of my
hottest scenes last year at the run, and I was eager to play with him again.
Also, Bob was one of the main people in charge of fantasies, and he had
orchestrated several hot scenes during the weekend. I had submitted four
fantasies, and he had hinted to me that one of them was going to be done. He
saw me at dinner, and told me to make sure I was in the dungeon immediately
following dinner. I asked if I was to bring anything.
"Just socks, if you want."
"I've been barefoot for everything else, so I'll just stay that way."
I couldn't wait for dinner to end. I went to the cabin to go to the
bathroom and take my restraints off. I beat him to the dungeon. Last year,
I was a couple of minutes late and had to wear a 35 pound weight from my neck
for the night. I didn't want that, since I had to leave early the next day.
Right after Bob arrived, a hot guy came up to me and started to kiss
me.
"We better start getting to know each other," he said when we took a
breath. I figured out right then, what was going to happen - my fantasy
involved two slaves getting tied together horizontally in a 69 position, and
made to stay that way for a period of time. John was a great kisser, and we
kept at it until we were told to strip.
Bob had moved several mats in front and underneath some scaffolding
that held a chain hoist. The mats were fairly dirty, so John and I got some
supplies and cleaned them. Bob had me lie down on my back with my head
underneath the scaffolding. He then began to tie me.
He began by taking a long piece of rope, and using the middle of the
rope, looped the rope around my feet, and as the rope came back to the sides,
looped the rope around itself so that the rope was locked. Then he pulled
the rope tight, ran the rope to my ankles, held the rope as he went around
the ankle, looped it around the same rope and pulled tight. The other side
of the rope was tied the same way, so both loops were together at the ankle.
The process continued as he tied the rope just below my knees, at my upper
thighs, my stomach, just below my pecs and my upper chest. While Bob was
tying me up, taking his time so the ropes were tight, John kept my mind off
what was happening by kissing me and groping each other.
After finishing my torso, Bob got some fist mitts and buckled them on
my hands. My hands were placed by my sides, and he used to remaining rope to
tie my arms and hands to the ropes on my body. By the time both arms were
done, I couldn't move at all. John laid on the mats with his head to my feet,
and was tied up the same way.
Bob came back and told me to slide to the right, then roll over so I
was face down. A leather mask was buckled on my head. The mask had a mouth
opening, went around my nose and between my eyes, so I could still see. The
mask had a D-ring on top and one on each side. Next a rope was threaded
through all the loops of the rope. The spreader bar on the hoist was lowered,
and I was positioned to the middle of it.
The one end of the rope was tied to the ankle ropes, then the rope
was looped over the end of the bar. He grabbed the rope between the ankles
and the knees and did the same, making sure the rope stayed tense. This
continued until he reached the ropes at my upper body, where he pulled up the
slack and tied it off. The other side of me was tied the same way. A rope
was laced to my mask, pulling my head back some and tying each side so I
couldn't move my head from side to side - just up and down.
Now came time for the test. The chain on the hoist was pulled to
tighten the ropes up. Adjustments were made to any loop that had some slack,
then I was raised off the floor. As the ropes tightened around me, Bob
checked to make sure nothing was pinching anything, and adjusted the rope
some from around my right ankle. John was slid under me, and Bob maneuvered
me around so that we had enough room for John's head to be positioned
directly under my cock. He started to lick my balls as Bob proceeded to tie
us together.
A rope went from John's ankles, to the rope around my shoulders.
Then it went to his knees, then back up to my body. Bob threaded it back and
forth until John's body was secured to mine. Then the hoist was raised to
tighten the ropes, and again Bob made more adjustments. When he was
satisfied that we were as comfortable as we were going to get, he pulled on
the chain until we were swinging freely off the floor together. My head was
still a foot above John's body.
The only movement I had was to bend my body like a fish. I could
bend my knees some and if I bent at my waist, I could get down towards John.
John didn't try to move any. Bob came over and played with John's cock until
he got it hard, then lifted it straight out so I could reach it. The mask
made it difficult to get the cock in my mouth, so I had to try to suck it in.
The only way I could get to John's cock was to bend down. This caused my
body to shift, and the only part of me that John could reach was my thighs,
as my middle rose from his reach.
Unfortunately, we had a few problems. The rope under my shoulders
had tightened and pressed against the back of my neck. When I bent down to
get John's cock, the pressure increased. John must have had some problems
also, and with me shifting positions up top probably didn't help matters much.
I managed to keep his cock happy throughout the time we were together, with
the exception of one time when the rope shifted on my neck and I bit down on
him. Shortly after that, Bob started to lower us.
We were lowered until John lay on the mats and the rope between up
got slack. That's when I lost his cock. The rope connecting us was removed,
and John was slid out from under me. I was then lowered to the mats and the
rope connecting my harness to the hoist was taken off. Then Bob started to
untie me. I would have loved to be kept tied in the harness all night, as it
felt great. But the night was still young, and other scenes awaited. When I
was free, I went over to the still bound John and kissed him deeply. Then
Bob and I untied him.
We had used almost 200 feet of rope in the scene, and it was up to
the ones who had all the fun to untangle the ropes and roll them up. The
scene lasted almost 2 1/2 hours from the time we started until John and I got
the ropes put away. I had a big smile on my face when I went over to hug
Bob.
"This was supposed to turn you on, but instead it was a turn off."
Bob said.
"No matter. We were slaveboys, and that should happen to slaveboys
in a scene sometimes. It was an incredible scene."
I didn't know John before we got tied together. Later that night, I
thanked John personally and made up for biting him - twice.
They had a circle of fire the final evening. Everyone who wanted got
a chance to say something. Most were philosophical. When there was a break,
I decided to speak.
" As I said last year in the story I wrote about the run, the same
holds true this year. My only regret was that I could not be in every scene
and play with everyone I wanted to." People started to laugh. Then someone
else spoke.
"Yes, but you sure as hell tried!"