Micheal : 01 -My First Bondage Experience (m/m)

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01 - My First Bondage Experience
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By Micheal

Wednesday, October 17th 2001 - 06:52:10 PM
My First Bondage Experience

Note: All these names have been changed, including mine.

I am 14 years old currently. Ever since I was a kid, I used to love seeing people tied up on TV, especially girls. It would always excite me, and get my body flowing with blood. I would always feel bad for the person tied up, but at the same time, would have loved to be in his/her place.

I am pretty average. In school, I have always been teases as "little man" or "little pimp." I am Freshmen in high school, and at 5'2, all the older kids hate me, because all the girls think I'm "cute" so I use that to flirt. I don't really like any of them, but, ya know, its just, well, fun!

Anyway, to my point. I have this MAJOR obsession with spiking my hair with hair gel. I have no idea why! I do it whenever I go to school and go out with friends, but when being tied up, my hair just has to be like that! Also, I have met many people with this next obsession. I love nylon and goose down! Okay, I bet you think I am so weird! But I love that soft feeling against my skin while being tied up. Anways, to the story...

It was a Saturday morning. Two yeas ago. I had just turned 12 that summer. I can't recall the exact date, but it was in early December, and school has just gotten out for Christmas. 7th grade was halfway finished. Anyways, school had gotten out yesterday, Friday. I woke that Saturday morning, and immediately ran to my computer. Don't know if any of you have heard of this MMORPG called Everquest, but it's a really fun game that is online, and you can play while talking with other people all over the world. It is very addicting, so I went to go play it. At about 10:00, my Mom calls me, and says that my best friend Justin was on the phone. I picked up the phone near my computer.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey man, it's Justin." The voice replied. "I was wondering if you could come over today. I have something really cool to show you!"

"Cool! Let me ask my Mom!" I replied. I quickly put down the phone and yelled downstairs to her. "Mom? Can I go over to Justin's house for the day?"

"Yes! Sure! But I can't drive you because I have to drive your little sister to her ballet lesson!" My Mom shouted back.

"Mom! He lives right down the street! I can walk! Jeese!" I replied. My Mom is so annoying.

"Okay, I want you to eat breakfast before you leave. And dress warmly, it's freezing out there!" We lived in Seattle, Washington, so it became very cold during the winter.

"Okay, whatever." The door shut. She left. Like I was really going to eat breakfast. I picked the phone back up. "Okay. She said it's fine. I'll be over in a flash." I logged off EQ, and realized I was still in my pajamas. I dashed into my bedroom, threw my clothes off, and dug through my dresser to find something warm to wear. I couldn't find anything! I quickly slipped on some cargo shorts from abercrombie, and a yellow long sleeve shirt also from abercrombie. I ran into my bathroom, grabbed my hair gel, and quickly spiked my brown, actually it was also blond then since I highlighted it, hair. I ran downstairs, pulled my socks and shoes on, then went to the closet. I took my puffy, blue, goose down jacket from the North Face, from the closet, zipped it up, then began my journey.

I shoved my freezing hands into the warmth pockets of the down filled jacket. God was I freezing. I had shorts on in 20 degree weather. The street was covered with snow from the previous night. I carefully made my way down the street, and finally arrived at my destination. I approached my friend's house, and helped myself in the door. I go there 24/7. Our parent's actually joke around about how I am Justin's twin brother. I spend more time at his house then at my own!

"Hey Michael!" Justin shouted, running down the stairs. He had brown hair like mine, but his wasn't spiked or highlighted. He always wore his neatly parted to one side. "My parents aren't home because they had to take my brother to football practice, so we are home alone!"

"SCORE!" I shouted. Justin reached to help me take off my jacket. I immediately threw his hand back. Like I stated before, I love my goose down! No one can touch it, NO ONE! J Little obsessive? Nah.

"Oops! I forgot how much you loved that piece of crap." Justin was startled at how I pushed his hand away.

"Hey, I like it, and it isn't a piece of crap!" He shrugged. "So, what'd you have to show me?" I asked.

"Oh yea! I almost for got about that! It's in the Family Room." He replied. We quickly dashed in the Family Room, my jacket still equipped. There, sitting on the couch, were two short ropes. I had no idea what the hell they were for.

"Uh. Justin. Those ropes is ALL you wanted to show me?" I had no idea what bondage was, and had no idea that he loved it. I hated being tied, locked, or confined up in any way. I LOVED to see people tied up, but I couldn't stand being help captive myself.

"Get on the couch!" He ordered. "NOW!"

"Dude! Forget this I'm going home!" I yelled. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Oh are you? I don't think so!" He replied. And with that, he grabbed the puffy collar of my jacket, and pulled, then threw me onto the couch.

"Did you just touch my jacket?" I yelled.

"Oh shutup about your stupid jacket!" I was getting a little mad. "Now, sit up and put your hands behind your back.." He ordered as he picked up the two lengths of rope.

"No way dude! What the hell are you gonna do? Tie me up? Jeese!" I was getting worried. This wasn't the Justin I used to know.

He smiled. "That's exactly what I planned to do."

"Dude! You know I am claustrophobic! No way I could stand being tied up!"

"I didn't want to have to apply force!" He sighed.

"YOU CAN'T FORCE ME TO DO ANYTHING!" I shouted.

"I can't?" And with that, he, again, pulled me by the jacket, swung me around, yanked me hands behind my back, and tied them together with the first length of rope.

"LET ME GO JERK! WHAT THE HECK? I am calling your Mom! Let me go!" I was struggling for my life as he knotted my hands together. But finally, they were secured, tight. I tried to pull, untie, or anything to get them free, but he tied a WONDERFUL knot. He pushed me back onto the couch, sitting up.

He smiled. "Now. Wouldn't that have been much easier of you cooperated? Now put both of your feet together.

"No!" I refused, but I didn't have much of a choice since my hands were bound behind my back.

"Fine. I'll do it myself. And if you even think about kicking me, I'll just have to torture you." Now this scared me, so I let him secure my ankles together with the last strand of rope. In seconds, I both my hands and feet were securely bound.

"Should I hog-tie you? Nah. You're just a beginner so I'll go easy on you." He smiled. A beginner at what!? I thought. Again. I struggled to get free of my bonds, but they were tight!

"Okay you sicko! Fun is over, now let me go!" I ordered.

"I don't think so." He approached me and started tickling me. I yelled so loud that he jumped up and land on his feet.

"Please let me go! I hate this! I hate you!" I knew, however, deep down inside, I enjoyed this more than my EQ.

"Oh fine!" And with that, he untied me.

After I was free, I told him that it had been the best time of my life, and that we should do it more often. He told me it was called bondage. That was the first time in my life I had ever heard it called by its official name. I never knew that's what it was called. I always thought I was just weird that I liked Goose Down and watching people be tied up. But now I knew my best friend loved it too. It was like a right of passage for me.

Justin and I have had many bondage adventures since then. I'll be sure to post them! Bye! Hope you enjoyed.

Oh yea. Anyone else here have a Goose Down Fetish? Also, can anyone post sites of pics with young boys in bondage. PLEASE NO PORNO ETC. Whenever I search for Young Boy Bondage, I always get sick sites, and they consider young to be like 18. I mean young, like, 10-14. Thanks!

Michael
Daveman630@aol.com
USA

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