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?