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Subject:	© Bondageboy 1996
Tied Tight by Bondageboy

     Last night I got a phone call around 6:30.

     "How long will it take you to get here?"

     "About two hours."

     "Good.  Pack up all your restraints and come on over.  Don't
forget to bring your razor either."

     "What do you want me to wear for the trip?"

     "I want you to tie your cock and balls up or put a restraint
on them.  Put some clamps on your tits.  Then you can put on a
t-shirt, the shortest pair of shorts that you have, and sneaks. 
So, get your ass movin'.  I'll see you at 8:30."
          
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     This would be my first bondage session since my brief stay
in the hospital six weeks ago.  My buddy near Baltimore had some
time, and this was our first chance to play since the near
disaster recalled in "Friday the 13th - Nearly Caught".  

     When I got there, my balls and tits were really sore.  Dave
had me get into his car and drove me about a half mile away.   He
rummaged through my bag until he found a collar.  Dave locked it
on.

     "Get out of the car."  So I did.  "Now take off your sneaks
and put them in the car."  I did.  "Now give me your t-shirt." 

     I took the t-shirt off and while handing it to him asked,
"What about the clamps?"

     "Keep them on."

     I looked at him pleadingly.  It was bad enough having the
collar locked around my neck, nearly naked, with a noticeable
bulge in front.

     "All right, give them to me - now start running."

     I ran back to the room.  One car passed and several people
walking noticed me, but I just picked up speed and kept running. 
It promised to be an interesting evening.
                           
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     I got tied up in two very secure positions last night and I
tied Dave once.  He came by this morning for one final session
before he had to work.  

     My body was freshly shaved from the previous night.  All I
had on were the ankle cuffs locked around each ankle.  He had me
get down on my knees.

     First he buckled a hood with a blindfold tightly around my
head.  Then mitts were put on each hand, and they were hooked
together with a clamp behind my back.  I was told to stand.  Tit
clamps were put on my sore tits and a cock and ball harness was
snapped on me.  The Dave took a couple pieces of rawhide, made
loops in them, and tied them tight to my nipples behind the
clamps.  Dave took the other ends and used them as a leash,
leading me to a chair on the other side of the room.

     After sitting on the chair, Dave made sure my mitts were
through the back of the chair.  Then he took the other ends of
the rawhide and tied them to my balls, making sure there was no
slack from my tits.  He took a piece of rope, passed it through
the d-ring on my balls, went under the chair, through the rings
on the mitts, and back to the front, where it was tied snugly to
the rung of the chair.  Next, Dave took a long piece of rope and
wrapped it twice around my chest - above and below the clamps -
forcing me back into the chair and tightening all the restraints.
Each of my biceps were tied to the sides of the chair.   Then he
buckled a leather gag through my hood.  Between the gag and the
hood, I couldn't move my jaw.  Next, a wide collar was buckled
tightly around my neck, forcing my head up.  The only things I
could move were my legs and head.  That would soon be taken care
of.

     Dave moved my ankles to the sides of the chair.  He took my
right ankle, tied one end of the rope to the ring, then lifted
the ankle up.  He wrapped it around the rung a couple of times to
hold my leg up, then went up to my collar and go through both
rings, then to my left ankle, going through the ring, lifting the
ankle, pulling the rope tight and tieing it to the rung on the
left side.  I couldn't move anything but my feet.

     Dave started running his hands lightly over my exposed
thighs.  Normally, I'm not that ticklish there, but being
freshly shaved, I was more sensitive and started laughing through
the gag.  This surprised Dave, so he started running his hands
lightly all over my body.  The results were the same. 
Fortunately for me, I was tied so tightly, I couldn't move.  So I
didn't pull my tits or balls while Dave was playing with my body.
My body was incredibly sensitive.  Dave saved my feet for the
last.  I could wiggle them, but couldn't move from his onslaught.
My body was gleaming with sweat, but with my mouth stuffed, I
couldn't tell him to stop.  But my laughs were getting louder,
even with the muffler in my mouth.

     Finally, he stopped.  "Too bad we don't have a camera, you
really look hot sitting there like that."

     It probably would have made a good picture, don't you think?