Birthday Bondage Boy - Delta 97


	John had just finished registering and walked back to the car.  He 
opened the door and said that I would have to register myself.  For the 
previous 2 ½ hours, I had been tied, naked and hooded, feet cuffed and tied 
to mitted hands, laying on the back seat of his car.  During the trip, we 
even had to go through a toll booth - fortunately without incident.  The 
first day of Delta was my birthday.  Some of people had known about it 
beforehand.  Everyone would know before long.
	
	In my dark world, I had time to think during the ride to Delta.  My 
mind kept returning to the events that happened the previous day.  My 
birthday celebration actually started then.

	J.T.  had arrived Wed night, and I had arranged for another that I 
met online to come over Thursday to play.  Steve arrived around 10:30 and I 
started to process him.  By agreement, I was already naked when I let him in 
the house.  I immediately stripped his shirt off and cuffed Steve's hands 
behind him.  A spandex hood went over his head, and I wrapped a white ace 
bandage over the eyes.  J.T. and I then stripped him completely.  His cock 
was hard in anticipation.

	I have a porch from my upstairs bedroom that leads to the playroom 
over the garage.  Which means, Steve and I had to cross the porch naked.  I 
always love to see the reaction when someone steps outside bare ass naked and
bound.  The first place I put a new visitor is in the standup steel cage and 
lock them in.  They realize real fast that there is no way out without help.
I find where their head is at.

	J.T. and I put leather cuffs around Steve's ankles and strapped them 
to the sides of the cage.

	"I don't want you running away, boy."

	After taking off the handcuffs and buckling leather cuffs on his 
wrists, I went back in front of Steve.   I tied his balls to the front of the
cage.  When I stood up, he was covered with sweat.  I immediately took the 
bandage and hood off.  When we had talked earlier, he informed me of his 
relative inexperience in bondage.  I asked him if he was having a problem.

	"This is the first time I've been tied up."

	A ROOKIE!  In a previous conversation, I was told that he kept in 
shape by swimming.

	"You know J.T., I think Steve was fantasizing that he was swimming a 
race.  It looks like he just got out of the pool."

	Steve laughed.  He started to relax when I opened the top part of the
cage.  I put my hands on his shoulders and massaged them.  "You know Steve, 
when we talked, you said that you could stay here till 4PM, and you are going
to stay till then.  We'll just stand here till then if you want, or watch me 
get tied up and abused, but just remember that I am one of the safest people 
you can play with."

	Steve relaxed quickly and asked to be hooded again, this time in a 
leather hood.  We tied his cuffs to the sides of the cage.  He looked hot 
tied in the cage and we both commented on that fact.  Steve asked if we could
take a picture of him.  No problem.

	J.T. figured I had been loose long enough.  He had me lie on the 
bondage table and strapped me down tight.  After I had been secured, he 
untied Steve and let him out of the cage.  J.T. came over and showed Steve 
how ticklish I was.  Steve started to run his hands lightly over my body 
while J.T. attacked my feet.  I was going nuts.  Steve moved down the table 
enough so I was able to grab his cock in my left hand and hold it.  J.T. 
wanted me to try and suck Steve, but I was tied too far back from the end of 
the table.  He had another idea.

	He had Steve climb up and lay on top of me.  J.T. strapped his body 
to mine.  Then John tickled my feet.  I was bucking and squirming as much as 
I could with a 190lb guy on top of me.  Steve was surprised on how animated I
was.  After 15 minutes of this, J.T. untied up.  I loved having Steve on top 
of me, but it was good to get the weight off.

	J.T. went to download the pics, and I told Steve he had been loose 
long enough.  He agreed.  I got a length of black rope, put the middle of it 
behind his head, brought it around the front and under his arms, then back 
across to the opposite arm where I wrapped it above the elbow several times.
I recrossed the ropes to pull his arms closer together, and did another wrap.
After tying it off, I crossed Steve's wrists and tied them together, finally 
tying a knot back up near the elbows.  By this time, J.T. had returned and he
picked up another piece of rope and secured my hands similarly behind me.  
Then he had us face each other and tied our cocks together.  J.T. added tit 
clamps to me, putting the chain around one of the ropes on Steve's chest 
before clamping the other nipple.  John then tickled my body, making me jerk 
and pull away from Steve, tormenting my nipples and pulling our cocks.  Steve
was getting horny, and J.T. decided it was time to change positions.

	We were untied from each other and led over to the mat.  We were 
placed in a 69 position and tied so that we had to keep each others cocks in 
our mouth.  Our hands were still tied behind us.  We were both sucking away 
happily when J.T. released us.  He got horny watching and wanted to join in, 
so we moved to form a triangle on the mat.  We quit before any of us came, 
and J.T. untied us.

	Steve seemed very interested in the cross, and also inquired about 
what other hoods I had.  For someone who was very nervous a couple of hours 
before, he was eager to try as many things as he could.  I buckled cuffs on 
each limb and had Steve stand against the cross face out.  I hooked the cuffs
high to the chain at the top of the cross, then spread his legs and fastened 
the ankle cuffs.  I got a heavier leather hood out that had a detachable 
blindfold and gag and tied it tight on his head.  Steve was blindfolded but 
not gagged. Straps were added at the shoulders and waist to restrict more of 
his movement.  After tightening them, I asked him if he wanted to try the gag.

	"Sure."

	I put the gag in and asked if he was all right.  He shook his head 
yes.  I could tell he liked it.  His cock was hard again.  I figured it was 
time to take care of it.  I got some baby oil and made his cock nice and 
slippery.   It only took a couple of minutes of stroking until he shot a big 
load all over the place.  I went and cleaned everything, then lowered his 
hands and locked them to the chain by his sides.  J.T. and I started to play
with his body.  I put on a CD by Enigma and kept the beat by slapping his
chest.  J.T. started to play with his cock again.  Steve's head started to 
roll back and forth.  He asked for the gag to be removed.  When we resumed, 
Steve was moaning.  J.T. started to rub his hand over the head of Steve's 
cock.  Steve went nuts.  His cock was very sensitive.  He started to thrash 
around the cross as much as he could.  After a few minutes J.T. stopped his 
assault.

	"Not all S&M has to be painful, Steve," J.T. told him.

	"It's a different kind of pain, sir."

	We laughed.  We took Steve down from the cross and hugged.  It was 
time for me to get my birthday paddling from him.  Steve wanted me on the 
cross, so the restraints were taken off Steve and locked on me.  I was locked
facing the cross and several straps were added to keep me from squirming.  
Steve took a wood paddle off the wall.  It is about 14" long and can sting 
pretty good.

	Steve laughed when he read the "Instructions for Use" that is on the 
paddle.

	Apply with swift, firm strokes until
          desired results are achieved.
          Follow-up application may be required

	Steve hit me often and firmly.  I lost count after 120 strokes.  By 
the time he finished my ass was bright red and sore.

	"Happy Birthday."

	It was a great afternoon and I got hard thinking about it throughout 
the trip.  Before we left, J.T. had written BIRTHDAY BONDAGE BOY with black 
magic marker on my back.  It was warm in the car - and a lot of it came off, 
but the words were still somewhat visible.  J.T. made sure that everyone we 
met saw it.  My feet were untied so I could walk, and the mitts and blindfold
were removed for me to register and pick up the run packet.  The hood 
remained on.

	We unloaded our gear into the cabins that were assigned.  I was still
naked and hooded.  I snapped on a leather band around my right biceps.  It 
was to remain on my arm at all times except when I went swimming or took a 
shower.  My name tag was clipped to the band, since, for the most part, that 
would be the only piece of clothing other than sandals I would be wearing 
during the run.  I grabbed the mitts and some rope and went over to J.T.'s 
cabin.  The magic marker was already unpacked and on top one of the wooden 
shelves.  J.T. finished unpacking a few things asked for the marker.

	"Turn around, boy."

	I did and he rewrote BIRTHDAY BONDAGE BOY  in big letters.  Right 
above my ass,  he wrote SPANK ME.  I was now ready to be put on display.

	Since it was still early in the afternoon, and people were just 
beginning to arrive, J.T. thought I should be tied up near the registration 
area, so that I could "greet" everyone.  There was a mesh wire fence covering
a portion of the building.  J.T. mitted my hands again, added the blindfold 
and had me stand facing the fence, arms spread wide.  The mitts were tied to 
the mesh, and I stood there waiting for people to come spank my ass.  A few 
did before J.T.  had to release me.  There were workers around and it was not
deemed appropriate to be naked and bound near them.  The hood was removed and
I decided to check out the play areas.

	In the main dungeon, I found John, who electrocutes me every year, 
setting up his equipment at a table.  We had made plans before the run for me
to be in his demo Saturday morning and possibly spend a night in his sleep 
sack.   He motioned me over.  Beside the table was the indoor soccer goal 
that I had been tied to several times the previous run.  He told me to stand 
by it and stretch my arms.  I did.  I was asked it that was comfortable and I
replied affirmative.  

	"I want you here right after dinner tonight for a demo to start the 
run."

	"You want me for a demo tonight and tomorrow?"

	"Yes"

	I found Dave shortly before dinner.  We had played together several 
weekends the previous month and I had secured an invitation to the run for 
him.  Each time we had been together, I had been his boy.  We went to his 
cabin before dinner, Sir found a chain dog collar and locked it around my 
neck.  I had the magic marker with me and he added to my chest - SQUEEZE A 
TIT.  My hands were locked to a chain around the waist.  I was ready for 
dinner.    I ended up wearing the dog collar or his rubber collar until we 
left Monday night.  Sir also enjoys electrical play and was interested when I
told him of my scene after dinner.  He told me he would be there.

	I arrived before John did and stripped.  All I had on was the dog 
collar and leather armband with my name tag attached.  When John arrived, I
 stretched my arms across the top of the frame and the wrists and elbows were
tied.  I was continually asked if my arms were comfortable.

	"You are going to be spending a long time up there."

	My ankles were spread wide and tied to the bottom of the goal.  John 
put two eye patches over my eyes.  A metal contraption was attached to my 
cock and balls.  I never did see what it was, but it conducted electricity.  
John attached a tens unit to the metal, then played with the electricity, 
giving me some shocks, until setting it at a level that caused me to moan a 
little each time the current came on.  I thought it was going to be the start
of an intense electrical scene, but they had something else in mind.

	After a little while, I felt someone come over to me and write on my 
body.  Then I heard Sir encouraging people to sign the birthday boy.  For 
about an hour, people took different color magic markers and wrote all over 
my body.  Earlier that morning, I had been told to reshave.  My head had been
shaved Wed night, and J.T. had me reshave everything from head to toe before 
we left.  So, my whole body was fair game for the magic markers.

	Lots of people wrote Happy Birthday on me.  Others, though, got 
creative.

	THE PAIN BEGINS NOW was written on my left shoulder.
	PADDLE ME HERE was written in the appropriate place.
	IF YOU LOVE ME SPANK ME SIR was down my right leg.
	PAIN RULES was written by one of my bunkmates.

	I must have looked bored, because Sir used a hand held power 
screwdriver and screwed metal clamps on my thighs and calves.  Then he 
clipped electrical connectors to them and turned on his little device.  
Current ran through my muscles, causing them to twitch.  People started to 
gather and watch.  The current came randomly at times, and with varying 
intensity, so I couldn't get used to it.  Which was the whole point.  John 
inserted an electric butt plug in me, but with my legs spread wide and the 
muscles quivering from the strain and current, it fell out.  Too bad, it felt
good when the current went through the plug.

	I had been standing with my legs spread for a long time, and I began 
to slump more in the bondage.  Sir untied my legs, so I could stand up 
straight, then got an idea.  He found some aluminum foil and tore off two 
pieces.  Sir told me to lift my feet, and he placed one sheet under each 
foot.  Then he got a cup of water and soaked my feet and foil.  Sir connected
electrodes to the foil and turned the device on.  I felt the current go up 
the foot to about where the clamp was on my calf.  It caused the muscle to 
quiver and the calf to tingle.   Sir went for a more visual effect and 
screwed a clamp around my forehead and attached some wires from it. When Sir 
rewet my foot, I asked him if the current could be turned up more.  He did.
Now, I felt it up to mid thigh.  My leg muscles spasmed with each pulse and 
there was nothing I could do to keep it from happening.  With the balls still
being electrified, I was moaning good with each jolt.  Evidently, it created 
quite a scene, as I had several comments the following day on how I looked.  
Because of all the markings on my body, John thought it would be best if we 
waited another night for the sleep sack.  I agreed.  Sir and I left to find a
camera, so I could see what was written on me, then returned to the dungeon 
to play until it closed after 1AM.  Several people came up before midnight to
spank me.

	Even though my birthday was over, not everyone who wanted got a 
chance at me on Friday.  It continued throughout the weekend, but especially 
on Saturday.

	Bill had given me several great scenes the previous couple of years, 
and he wanted to do something special for me Saturday morning.  I had known 
that he wanted me to tie him up sometime, so I had agreed to return the favor
Monday.  I was told to meet him at the pavilion near my cabin after breakfast,
and to bring a chair with me.

	Bill knows that I have a tendency to squirm around.  He takes great 
pains to make sure I am unable to squirm too much.  The pavilion was ringed 
inside with benches.  I was told to sit in the middle of one away from the 
entrance.  Leather suspension cuffs were buckled on each wrist, and they were
tied stretched out from my body to the frames of the pavilion on each side of
me.  Another pair of leather cuffs were put on the ankles, and a rope 
attached then to the bench frames on either side of me.  They were tied so 
that my feet were a good six inches off the ground.  To keep my legs apart, 
Bill tied a ropes around my thighs, and tied them off to the frame also.  My 
legs were spread wide with no room to move.  My balls were just sitting there
out in the open, and a rope was tied to them, pulled down and tied off under 
the bench.

	I had complained that I never get to see how he tied me up in the 
past, so I wasn't blindfolded when he bound me this time.  After getting my 
balls tied, he said I had seen enough and it was time for me to say goodnight
- and laced a hood over my head.  Bill started rubbing me with rabbit fur, 
knowing that the sensation tickles me.  He gets various brushes out -from 
teasing soft ones to very course bristles that drive me wild.  After 
stimulating my skin and especially the nipples with the bristles, Bill put 
clothespins on each nipple.  They were not the typical clothespins you find 
at K-Mart.  These were photographers pins, that extend to a hook at the end,
so that pictures could be hung to dry.  Bill used the hooks to interconnect
the pins that he put on me.  My nipples were connected to my cock, my thighs,
my armpits and my balls in various combinations.  When he played with one pin,
all of them moved.  The endorphins had me flying for a long time.

	I had fifteen minutes or so before I was due in the "schoolhouse" for
the electrical demonstration.  I got cleaned up and helped set up.  I had 
never bothered dressing from the last scene.  A bed was set facing the front 
of the audience,  The top part of the bed was raised about 18" off the ground, 
the legs secured to the base for stability.  Straps were fastened at each 
corner, then they turned their attention to me.  Mitts were buckled on each 
hand and I was told to lie down.  I put my feet against the bottom frame on 
each corner to keep me from sliding.  The mitts were fastened to the top 
corners and my feet secured at the bottom.  Another strap went under my chest
and around the bed, holding my upper body tight.  Another went around my legs
just above the knees.  So I was fairly secure.  

	John talked about the different products while I laid there.  He put 
a tens unit on my balls, but the current stayed low.  People were wondering 
at times whether I was getting anything, since I just laid there.  So every 
now and then, John turned the current up to get me moaning.  About halfway 
through, he got a new product out.  I had not been blindfolded or hooded 
throughout the demonstration.  Now I found out why.  He put a Mindtech 2000 
glasses on me and connected it to the tape player.  All I heard in the 
earphones was  BEEP  BEEP  BEEP BEEP  BEEP BEEP BEEP ......... at different 
pitches.  There are lights inside of the glasses that flash in front of your 
eyelid, which I had been instructed to keep closed.   I was seeing patterns 
and colors flowing like a kaleidoscope in my mind.  I had the biggest grin on
my face, and people noticed.

	I hardly heard anything that John said after that.  I did hear him 
say, that, since my mind was focusing on the Mindtech, he could turn up the 
current on my balls, or torture me in other ways, and I would barely notice 
it.  He was probably right, as I was totally focused on what I was seeing.  

	After the demo, I stayed tied to the bed while people came over and 
played with me, tickling and kissing me.  I volunteered to do all the demos 
if I had this kind of appreciation afterwards.

	I went to lunch in what was to be my standard outfit for meals for 
the run.  Green hard-hat, shorts, chained fastened around my waist, sandals 
with ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs fastened to the chain at my sides.  
Afterwards, the flea market was held, and I was used as a tester for 
different floggers and paddles.  Sir purchased a nice soft flogger that will 
have various uses when we play, and I bought a leather slapper, since I 
"hate" when it is used on me.  Several people tried it on my ass, since they 
felt I was still celebrating my birthday.  All they were doing was warming it
up for Bob.

	I met Bob earlier in the year when I went to San Francisco for the 
Boot Camp Run.  He is one of the best spankers/paddlers I had ever seen, and 
I knew if anyone should give me a good birthday spanking, it is him.  We had 
a great time together earlier, and I knew it would be one to remember.  

	I was told to meet him in the old gymnasium, where there was a padded
bench, with cuffs for the thighs and wrists, and a collar in front that was 
chained to the front of the platform.  This kept me in a kneeling position, 
with my head down and ass up in the air.  My hands were pulled straight back 
from my body.  It was not that uncomfortable, but I had to struggle to 
maintain position.

	Bob started out with an old canvas strap, hitting me moderately - 
getting my ass to start changing color.  Bob then goes thorough various 
instruments as he works on my ass - his hands, a crop, a leather strap, a 
cane. and others I did not see.  He hits me in a rhythmic pattern, and I 
wiggle my ass at him as I get into the paddling.  Bob takes his time, as he 
turns my ass bright red with several lines.  It was time - too soon - when he
let me down.  But I wasn't done.

	Bob introduced me to a friend of his and they tied me to a frame 
spread eagle.  He had a long strap fastened to a belt around his waist and I 
knew my ass was in for it.  He hit me with that and other toys of his for 
fifteen minutes or so.  I was grunting and screaming with every hit.  He 
finally told me that I was to get five more - each hard ones.

	"Yes, sir."
	"Count them off boy."    WHAP
	"UGH, one sir, thank you sir."
	WHAM
	"Ahhhhhhhh, two sir......... thank you sir."
	WHOPPP
	Owwwww ...... three sir ..... thank you sir."
	WHAM
	AHHHHHHHHH ...........   four sir ........ thank you sir."
	BLAMM
	He immediately grabbed my body as I slumped a little in the bonds and
hugged me tight.  

	"You did well, boy.  You are not done though.  I want your ass again 
later."

	"Yes, sir."  Unfortunately, we were not able to make connections 
again during the weekend.

	My ass was aflame, and I knew what I needed.  The pool.  Sir was 
lifeguarding, and had wanted to hear about my paddling anyway.  I went to the
cabin and put on the nylon cuffs that are waterproof.  Sir saw my ass and the
cuffs.  He ordered me to go to his car and get the water jacket that he uses 
when wake boarding.   I was strapped in the vest, then clips were added to my
hands, locking them behind me.  I was led into the pool, where he clipped my 
feet together.  I was floated around the pool for awhile, then taken over to 
the side where Sir and another tickled me with pieces of wood and their 
fingers.  When I got out of the pool, my ass had considerably cooled down.  
It was getting late in the afternoon, and I had to get ready for dinner.

	For two months, Alan and I had talked about a scene to celebrate my 
birthday.  I was skeptical at first that the scene could be done, but was 
excited to try.  Alan had told me to be in the dining hall at 5pm, wearing 
only a jock.  One of the tables at the back of the hall had been wrapped in 
saran wrap.  I stripped off the jock and laid face up on the table.  Alan and
Gregg tore off pieces of saran wrap and rolled them.  These were used to tie 
my ankles to the legs of the table.  A long piece was rolled and one end tied
to my left wrist, then passed under the table and brought up and tied to the 
right wrist.  My hands were tied down by my sides, since I was to be on the 
table for a couple of hours.  More saran wrap was rolled and my elbows and 
knees were fastened to the table.  Finally, one more was rolled and placed 
over my forehead and tied under the table.  I had no padding, so Gregg found 
a towel to comfort my head.

	Alan opened a can of vanilla icing, took a knife and spread it over 
my crotch and upper legs.  Gregg took the round cake out of the box and 
placed it over my cock, making sure my cock went into the cake some.  Because
the legs were spread open, Alan put a paper cup between them, to hold the one
end of the cake up.  I knew I couldn't move around too much, or I'd destroy 
the cake.

	Alan started to spread the icing all over my chest.  He had three 
cans of it and they covered my upper body, arms and upper legs.  The icing 
was thick and left no skin showing.  It was time for the decorations.  Now I 
knew I couldn't move around.  Alan wrote HAPPY BIRTHDAY down my right arm, 
which was facing the dining hall.  Gregg added stars around my nipples, then 
made a decorated chain between them like I had tit clamps on.  A red bow tie 
was drawn and various designs were made in the icing.   Five big candles were
put on me, which finished the decorations until dinner.  We had 20 minutes to
spare, so I just dozed off - it was the easiest way I knew to stay still.

	Just before dinner, one of the cooks came over and asked if they 
would take a pic of him with me.  He is a young camp volunteer, and are not 
into bondage normally, though several have seen the dungeons and inquired 
about our activities.  He had the biggest grin on his face when be brought 
his camera to Alan, and sat down right beside me.  I kidded him about it when
I saw him later in the weekend.

	When the doors were opened for dinner, Gregg lighted the candles.  
Not many noticed me at first, until some came back for the salad.  Throughout
dinner, I had a steady stream of visitors.  More than a few got a finger of 
the icing and fed it to me.  I was getting sick of the icing.  I made the 
comment that all the bottoms should come over and lick me off!  Several 
licked me, but not much of the icing was removed.  There were a lot of 
comments all through dinner, and they had me laughing most of the time.  
Several times, people picked the candles up and poured the hot wax on my iced
body.

	One of the people I play with came over with a knife and started to 
cut the cake, making comments about cutting my cock as he did so.  A small 
piece was saved for me.  One came and started to lick my cock clean.

	After dinner, Alan cut the restraints off , then cut the saran wrap 
that was on the table.  I was wrapped up in the saran wrap to go outside.  I 
figured the easiest way to get most of the icing off was to stand in the 
trash can and scrape it off.  Gregg brought my dinner out while Alan found a 
knife.  By the time I got cleaned up and over to the dungeons, lots of people
were playing.

	During dinner, people had complained that the icing was blocking the 
effect of the wax.  Paul found me loose and decided that I should get the 
full effect of "birthday candles".  I took his bag to the old gymnasium and 
went over to a floating table.

	Paul had me lie face up, secured my hands above the head and to the 
sides, then tied my feet apart.  I was fairly stretched out.  He put a 
blindfold on me.  Paul and I have played together on several occasions, and 
knows how ticklish I am.  Earlier in the year, he tried to tickle me while 
putting clothespins all over my body.  The dull pain of them overwhelmed the 
senses, and I didn't respond to the tickling like I normally do.  So Paul 
started numbed off by tickling me  -first with his fingers, then with various
devices and brushes he had.  I was squirming and laughing good by the time he
started lighting candles.  Paul used four different color candles and used 
them to make color patterns all over my chest, arms and cock.  He had the 
nipples completely covered in color wax.

	It was time to be put to bed.  John found me and asked if I wanted to
be blindfolded while in the sleepsack.  I replied that if he wanted, he could
hood me.  John smiled.  We went to his cabin and the sleepsack was laid out 
on the bed.  A hood was on the shelf beside the bed.  The sleepsack was made 
of rubber, and the bottom part separated - which made it easy for a guy like 
me to get into it.  After getting my arms through the sleeves, he zipped up 
the bag, leaving my cock exposed.  John got a piece of rope and threaded it 
through the loops in the bag and cinched me tighter.  He picked up the hood 
and laced it on me.  I was totally covered in rubber and leather.  To keep me
from falling off,  three straps were placed over me and circled the bed with 
them, pulling the straps snug.  I wasn't going anywhere.

	John didn't want me to be bored, and put a tens unit on my balls and 
turned it on till I started to moan.  It stayed on until John went to bed 
sometime later.  While laying there, I got to reflect on the past three days.
From a birthday present in having a hot rookie player at the house, to being 
taken to the run naked and bound, to becomming a birthday card Friday night, 
having my birthday paddling during the day and becoming a birthday cake that 
evening, it had been a great three day celebration.  And there were two more 
days of Delta to go.

	This was the first time I had tried to spend a night in a sleepsack.
I had been mummified before all night, so I didn't think it would pose too 
big a problem.  I quickly found out a sleepsack is different.  Movement is 
more restrictive, as the arms are unable to move anyhwere.  I kept feeling a 
roughness around my nipples, and I moved around to get them more comfortable. 
I didn't think much of it as I napped throughout the night, but every time I 
woke, the roughness was there.  

	John woke me up by turning the tens unit back on.  He cranked it up 
till I moaned a little more, then put his hands on my chest and rubbed.

	"How are your nipples this morning?" he asked as soon as he grabbed 
my chest.

	"AHHHHHHHHH," I cried as I tried to squirm out of his grasp and get 
up.  For the next hour, John used the Velcro to rub my nipples raw, and keep 
the balls zapped.  I moved around and moaned as much as I could.  When he 
finally unstrapped me and took off the hood, I had a big grin on my face.  I 
had been in the bag for 7 ½ hours.  It didn't seem nearly that long.

	I had to work the pool Sunday morning. I went down there naked and 
had my hands locked to the chain around my waist.  I was the first one there.
About a half hour later, someone came down to swim.

	"If you want to go in the pool, you have to untie the lifeguard," I 
said.

	He laughed and unclipped my wrists.  For the rest of the run, I heard
about that statement.

	Mid morning, a couple guys came down.  One was about my height and I 
had seen him look at me during various scenes the last two days.  One of his 
tops sat beside me while he was in the pool.

	"You know, that boy was stranded at an airport for twelve hours 
earlier this year.  I only live an hour from the airport.  Not only didn't he
come by when he knew his flight wouldn't go for half a day, he didn't even 
bother to call!"

	Jeff tried to give an excuse, but he really didn't have any.  I 
replied, "Did you punish him for that?"

	"Not yet."

	Little did anyone know at the time, but later on that evening, he 
would get punished.

	I  had brought my full body harness to the run, and had been 
suspended and electrified Friday night in it.  I left it on some mats in the 
dungeon, since it was cumbersome to haul back and forth.  Jeff was looking at
a suspension scene when I approached him.  I started to rub his nipples.  
Jeff hung is head and moaned.  His cock started to get hard.  I asked him if 
liked being suspended.

	"Yes, sir."  I showed him the harness on the mats.  "You mean that is
a harness?  I thought is was just a pile of leather straps.  That would be 
hot to be hung in."

	Sir and I had planned a scene, where I was to help top him.  But the 
other top thought he might have a conflict, and we were waiting to see what 
might happen.  I had told Jeff to stand with his nose to the wall and wait 
for my return, and that there was no guarantee that we could play.  Sir had 
seen us talk, and sensed some chemistry between us.  He told me to go have 
fun.  I went back to my cabin to get some supplies.

	"Turn around, boy.  You have two minutes to get your fucking ass buck
naked."

	Jeff stripped as fast as he could.  I made him stand there as I 
flicked, licked, and sucked his nipples.  His cock was hard as a rock.  This 
was going to be fun.  I borrowed the suspension bar from Sir and hung it from
the hoist.  I put the harness on Jeff as he watched in fascination.  I 
loosely buckled the cuffs on his wrists, then put the fist mitts over his 
hands.

	"Don't want your fingers to get any ideas, boy."  I laced a leather 
hood with blindfold over his head, then connected the harness to the bar.  I 
raised him up, then checked for any pinching.  Jeff said everything was fine.
I took several clips and attached the mitts to a ring on his leg, and added 
another on the strap at his elbow, connecting it to the main harness.   After
raising him to near the top of the hoist, I picked up one of the ropes I 
brought and tied him to the scaffolding.  I tied one end to the cuff at the 
ankle, pulled the rope around the bottom rung of the scaffolding and pulled 
hard.  I wrapped it up a vertical pipe then through a ring on the strap near 
his elbow, back again to the scaffolding, pulling hard and tying it tight.  I
did the same to the other side.  He could only move his head and feet.  He 
told me later it was the first time he had been tied that immobile.

	I was playing with his nips, and massaging his cock while he couldn't
do anything about it.  One of the hot bottoms was laying on the mat watching 
me, very surprised that I was topping someone, and interested in what I was 
doing.  Bob came over with his assortment of spanking devices and also 
watched what I was doing.  I was getting an idea in my head when he spoke to 
me quietly.

	"This is a side of you that I didn't know you had.  It is very 
interesting to watch you."
	"Thanks a lot."  I looked at his bag of supplies.  "Would you like to
help me out?  It is time to move him any ways."
	"You sure."
	"Yes, I was going to punish him some.  I would love for you to spank 
his ass."

	Jeff hadn't heard a thing, and was disappointed when we loosened the 
ropes.  I turned him 180 degrees and retied him again - this time with help. 
I went around to his front and started to talk to him.

	"You deserve to get punished for not calling your top, correct boy?"
	"Yes sir."
	"The transgression deserves a good spanking, correct boy?"
	"Yes sir."

	I nodded my head to Bob, and he started using the canvas strap on 
Jeff's ass.  As Bob used his different instruments, Jeff was moaning more and
becoming uncomfortable.  I kept talking with him.

	"You trust me, don't you boy?"
	"Yes sir."  "OW"
	"You deserve this punishment, don't you boy?"
	"Ah, yes sir."
	"Sir?"
	"Yes boy?"
	"I've never been spanked before sir"
	"You are tonight, boy."
	"Yes sir."
	"Do you think you've been punished enough, boy?  If you think you 
have, I'll have to take what you are getting."
	"No sir."
	"Good boy"

	Bob several times indicated to me that he can stop at any time.  I 
nodded and told him to continue.  I was interesting to watch Bob spank Jeff, 
and I had a ring side seat.  Contrary to Jeff's moans and occasional screams,
I knew that Bob was not going too hard on him.  Bob was having fun, too.  He 
loves to spank, but had never gotton much into the bondage scene.  Having 
Jeff tied and unable to move at all was a special treat for him. When he used
his hands to spank, he did it from different angles.  Once, he laid on the 
floor under Jeff to spank at a different angle.  Finally, the harness started
to pinch, and Bob help me untie the ropes and we let Jeff down, but didn't 
disconnect the harness from the bar.  I wanted to see how he was.

	"Did you get a pic of that, sir?" were the first words Jeff spoke.
	"No boy, pics are not allowed this time of night here."  Jeff groaned
in disappointment.  He did look hot in the harness.  I decided to break the 
rules.  Bob agreed to watch him while I went for the digital camera.

	We adjusted the harness so his nipples were free, then hoisted him 
back up and retied him as before facing out.  I teased one nipple while Bob 
teased the other until Jeff got hard.  I went to get set up and Bob kept 
working on him until his cock was sticking up rock hard.  I quickly took the 
pic, then went over to him.

	"You know we have a problem here, boy."
	"Sir?"
	"This cock of yours is craving attention."

	I got some lube from Sir and Bob worked his nipples while I jacked 
his cock.  He started moaning, which caught the attention of others who were 
walking by.  I wanted to tease him a little, but it didn't take too long 
before he was ready to shoot.  

	"AH.....AH AH AH....AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

	He shot five or six  huge spurts all over.  I had to align his cock 
or he would have splattered Bob.   People around were smiling and commenting.

	"Way to shoot, boy."
	"Congratulations."
	"Man that was hot."

	When we let him down and took the hood off, Jeff was grinning from 
ear to ear.  When he realized it was Bob who had spanked him, he was shocked.
Jeff had wanted to play with Bob, but they had not been able to make 
connections.   When I released Jeff from the bar, he went over and hugged Bob
hard.  Then he came over to me.

	"That was incredible, sir," as he hugged me tight, "unbelievable.  
You are a great top, sir."
	"No boy.  I'm just a boy like you and happened to have a friend who 
could help me."  I thanked and hugged Bob and told him I owed him one.  Not 
that I will mind paying up.
	
	For the third straight year I stayed in Harold's cabin.  I did not 
spend much time there.  We had always opened the run with a scene together, 
but for a couple reasons, this year we didn't get to play.  One main reason 
was Blade.  He was Harold's apprentice, captive, and accomplice.  They were 
together just about all weekend.  At mealtime, Blade was cuffed - sometimes 
hands in front, sometimes in back and he ate on the floor.  When Harold had 
to help fulfill interrogation fantasies, Blade's military background made the
scene hotter.  Every morning at 6:30, Harold would get Blade up for a six lap
run around the camp.  He was my alarm clock.  As he came by, Blade was made 
to count of the laps.  One time he forgot the count.

	"FOUR SIR"
	"Are you sure it isn't five?"
	"SIR, I'M JUST AN IGNORANT MARINE, SIR!"

	I had to laugh.  Blade was put in a sleepsack the first night.  I 
checked on him when I picked up the suspension harness, then asked the next 
morning on how he slept.  He said he didn't.  I told him my night in a 
sleepsack had been postponed for a night.  He was curious about my 
experiences in it.  We didn't get to play together, but he was always curious
on what I had been doing.  Before he left camp, we began to make plans for a 
major scene together, where I would be under his control for an extended 
period of time.

	"You would sleep chained to the wall on the floor," he told me.  I 
smiled and told him I'd see how well he learned his teachings.

	Sir had been psyched to get tied up, and that didn't change Monday 
night.  It had been fifteen years since he was bound, and by now, we had 
developed a lot of trust in each other.  He wanted tied to a table and 
teased.  I went back to the cabin to get a few things, while Sir pulled one 
of the mats over top of the table.  I couldn't use the space between the 
boards to fasten anything to, so I improvised.  First I put the fist mitts on
him.  I didn't want his fingers messing with the straps.  I put the leather 
hood  over his head, making it snug.  The blindfold had been already attached.

	He raised his arms as I placed a long strap just under his armpits 
and tightened it under the table.  Another was put just below his waist, and 
threaded through each fist mitt before being snugged tight.  I had to use 
shorter ones and connect them to get his ankles and knees tied down, but it 
held him.  With the straps not fastened through anything, Sir could move his 
body all around.  But he couldn't get loose.

	I did what he had ordered me to do. That was to lightly stroke his 
body, teasing his cock as it got hard, discovering that some light ball play 
makes the cock respond.  I was stroking his cock, when HE suggested I take a 
brush and use it on his feet.  Sir asked for it.  I LOVE feet, since mine is 
so ticklish.  I ALWAYS see if someone else's are when I top.  Sir's feet 
responded instantly, and he started laughing loudly.  The best part, though, 
was that he was able to move.  No other bondage at the run that I saw, gave 
the bottom so much mobility. Nobody ever gives me much mobility when they tie
me up.  Sir squirmed all over, but couldn't go anywhere. 

	Earlier in the day, a bottom came over to a group I was with and told
us of a fantasy he has.   He thought it would be hot if the bottoms revolted 
sometime and turned the tables on the tops.   I smiled at the time.  I know 
quite a few tops that have the same fantasy.

	As I was using some brushes on Sir's feet, a couple of bottom friends
came by and I invited them to help out.  Several more showed up and took 
turns tickling Sir.   They had so much fun tormenting Sir - telling him that 
now it is your turn to suffer - that I stood back and let them continue.   
Sir had squirmed around a lot, so I went under the table to tighten the 
straps.  We found several areas on him that were extremely ticklish and he 
shrieked with laughter.  The mat was covered with sweat, which made his 
squirming even more pronounced. Several tops had wandered over, drawn by the 
noise and commotion, and seemed interested in watching us top.   It 
definitely livened the dungeon Monday night.  

	An hour later the collar was removed.  J.T. drove me back home, and 
stayed three more days.  Naturally, one of us was tied up most all the time 
the rest of the week.  It was a great week of bondage.