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Subject:	© Bondageboy 1996
The Boy in the Window by Bondageboy

  Jim closed his eyes and came to the edge of climax again.
He hoped he could hold back the screams  of satisfaction and
despair that welled within his throat.

  He thought that maybe this time, their bondage game had
gone too far.  He looked out over the city that spread out
before him and moaned into his gag. "Damn him", he thought,
"he's really fixed me but good this time!" And, indeed, Mark
had fixed Jim but good this time.

   It was a variation on "volunteer" bondage where the victim
contributed to his bondage, usually in an effort to avoid
some torment or other. For example, a gag was held in place
voluntarily, for to let it go would be to let it dangle --
painfully -- from the clips that attached it to the wearer's
nipples. So, the victim "voluntarily" kept himself gagged
rather than suffer any more pain.

   Tonight, Jim was enduring a variation on the volunteer
gag, and a variation on the whole scenario, which usually
meant the avoidance of pain through whatever voluntary
activity the victim was forced to endure. Yes, tonight, there
was a twist on the whole business.

   Jim moaned again. He wanted to scream but that would mean
trouble.  Still, he wanted to. He had good reason to.

   Jim lived in a fashionable, and crowded part of Manhattan.
He lived in a huge apartment building that faced other huge
apartment buildings. His huge picture windows afforded a
terrific view of the city which now, at night, glittered
before him. Of course, the glittering city could also look in
to HIS apartment, so he had to be careful what he did.

   Like most big city dwellers, he learned that good views worked
both ways, and that to live in an apartment with a lot of
glass was to live in a sort of fish bowl.  He owned a
telescope, and had no doubt that lots of the thousands of
windows that faced his also boasted them. It was a favorite
past-time on slow, boring nights. Sweep the scope about and
see who was up to what.

In his years in the city, he'd seen alot: fights, parties,
seductions and some pretty intense lovemaking when spontaneity
and lust overcame discretion and precaution. And, he knew, he
must have given others a few shows, too, in his time. Sometimes
he was naked and the lights were on and the curtains were open
and he had little choice but to prance across that glass proscenium
in all his beautiful, naked glory. A few times, tipsy from wine or just
in a mischievous mood, he'd even done a quick striptease and
a few bumps and grinds. What the hell. Give 'em a thrill, he
thought. It was all pretty much anonymous anyway.

   "Give 'em a thrill." The phrase echoed in his mind.
Haunted him. That was the essence of his current predicament,
to be sure. His bondage was devised to give anyone and
everyone who might be looking at his window, who might have
their scope trained on his bedroom, a thrill. A long, kinky,
never to be forgotten thrill!

   Jim was naked and spread eagled, his wrists and ankles
lashed to the top and bottom of the posts at the base of his
antique bed.  The bed had been dragged into position so that
he faced his picture window, only a foot or two from the
glass.  Two spotlights were aimed at his muscular body. They
were off, at the moment. They would remain so just as long as
he kept the thick penis gag in his mouth. It was heavy, made
of shiny metal. It was very hard for him to keep it in his
mouth. His saliva made it slick, and he could get little grip
on it with his teeth. Only by sucking as hard as he could
could he managed to keep it in.  He would have thrown his
head back to make it easier, but a thin chord that
encircled his forehead and that split and was tied taut to
his nipples kept his head forward.

   A dildo, strapped into his puckered asshole, hummed away.
He'd nearly climaxed twice in the hour since Mark had left
him - and that was after the two orgasms he'd enjoyed with
Mark during their earlier lovemaking.

   His hips writhed slowly as he submitted to the incessant
stimulation.  He sucked on the dildo and tried to jerk his
head back to keep it in, moaning as the cord tightened on the
clamps pinching his nipples. How he longed to let the dildo
go. How he longed to be relieved of its weight!

    And Jim knew that sooner or later, he WOULD let it go.
He would eventually lose the battle, tire, and the heavy
metal rod would slip from between his lips.  Or he'd let it
go when the vibrator up his ass finally made him come.

    The end not in his mouth was attached to a simple pull-
type switch.  The beaded chain went up to a fixture in the
ceiling controlling the two bright spotlights. The spotlights
were aimed down his sweaty, gleaming torso.  His predicament
was simple. Let go of the dildo and it would fall to the
floor, yanking on the light chain as it did so. The lights
would come on and voila! New York city's most fashionable
neighborhood, all those thousands of windows with their
prying eyes, would get an eyeful of Jim humiliatingly bound,
shamelessly aroused, coming in his bondage for all to see!!

   It was ten o'clock. He wondered how long he could last.
Already, his saliva dripped from the thick metal cock that
spread his lips.  Once, already, it had almost dropped out.
He'd managed to save it only at the very last instant by
sucking furiously and tilting his head back -- much to
the torment of his stretched and pinched nipples.

   Sweat glistened on his naked skin. A drop slid off his
forehead and into his eye. He shook it away and again moaned
as the clamps bit into his tits. He looked out over the city,
at all those lights, all those apartments. He saw people in
many of them.

   Dawn. Mark said he'd try to return at dawn. Just in time
to rescue him before daylight made his plight impossible to
hide. They both knew it was unlikely he'd last that long, but
it at least gave him hope.  He saw someone in an apartment
about a block away point in his general direction.  He
wondered if he could be seen even with the spotlights off.
Was there enough moonlight to make him visible? He saw a
small group form and realized they had a telescope.

   "Oh god," he thought, they see me! The thought of it
nearly made him lose his grip on the metal cock, and
he had to suck it deeply back in.  He knew it would hurt but
he jerked his head back anyway. The clamps pinched his
swollen, aroused nipples and he wanted to scream, but did
not. He again caught the metal gag just in the nick of time.
When he had swallowed it as deeply as he could, he let his
head slump forward. His nipples were on fire.

   The people across the way still clustered around the
telescope.  Could they see?  He had no way of knowing.  If
they could see him, they were getting quite a show.  And
then, he got a better look at one of them, and his heart
froze. It was Mark. The tweed coat, the white turtleneck, the
beard -- it was Mark! He watched in fascination and horror as
he separated from the group and walked into an adjacent room.
He saw him sit on a bed and dial the phone.

   The phone rang and the answering machine kicked in.  After
the beep, he heard Mark's voice:

   "Hi, there, my sexy one. Everyone here just can't decide
if there is a naked guy across the way. Just enough light to
see an outline, it seems, but not quite enough to be sure.
It's become the focus of our little party here. Oh --
everyone's been asking about you. I've assured them, love,
that you're bound to make an appearance before the night's
over!  Bye." He hung up, turned to the window and waved at
him.

    The rest of the partiers were still crowded around the
telescope, and now he felt their hot gazes upon his naked
flesh.

    Jim closed his eyes and felt himself reaching the point
of no return.  He thrust forward on the vibrating dildo up
his ass and felt his own cock extend to its limit and get
ready to spray its load.  As it did, Jim felt the metal rod
slip between his lips...