Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 13:37:19 -0800 (PST) From: John Richards Subject: Caught part 1 Very carefully, I stepped up onto the low, three-legged stool and looped the chain that connected the black leather cuffs strapped around my wrists over the large hook screwed into the floor joist above my head. I pulled on the chain a few times to test the strength of the hook. When I was confident it was secure and would hold my weight, I stepped off the stool taking up the slack in the chain by bending my arms. By straightening my arms, I eased myself down onto the floor. The bottoms of my bare feet, but not my heels, just touched the concrete floor of the basement. Most of my weight was being held by the chain connected to the wrist cuffs around the hook. I pulled and twisted a few times to be sure the hook was safe and wasn't going to come loose. Then I pulled myself up by my arms and stepped back onto the stool. From there I could easily unloop the chain from the hook and free my arms. It was perfect-the chain was exactly the right length. I had been playing around tying myself up for about two years. I would find out only later that what I was doing was called self-bondage. When I first started, I didn't care what it was called; all I knew was that I liked doing it. I liked doing it a lot! I remember it started when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I saw a drawing in a book of an Indian boy about my age that had been captured by another tribe and tied up. For some reason, it looked exciting and I wanted to try it. That same day, I found some rope in the garage and tried tying myself up. It was exciting and the tighter I tied myself, the better it felt. I liked the feel of ropes on my body and the way the movement of my legs and arms was restricted. I was disappointed that I couldn't tie myself up so that I was completely helpless-which was probably just as well. Nevertheless, I carried on for a number of years learning different kinds of knots and experimenting with one form of bondage or another. Dad had gotten a computer for home and a fast internet connection so I could surf and search the web for sites that I couldn't look at on the school computers. After a lot of fruitless searching, I began to find sites with adults tied up. I couldn't find any that showed pictures of kids my age being tied up, though. I did find several internet groups that had a few pictures. Some pictures showed kids being tied up by other people, which made me really jealous since I had to tie myself. I wondered how they found someone to tie them up. It would have sounded pretty dorky to go up to one of my friends and ask him to tie me up. He would think I was a weirdo or something, so I never talked to anyone about it. One thing I did get from surfing adult sites was that in many of the pictures, the people tied up were only partly dressed or completely naked. Being naked looked even more exciting than being tied up with clothes on. So I tried it that way when I was sure had privacy. Sure enough, being tied up without clothes added a lot to my tie up games. From that point on, I tried to be naked as much as possible. Recently, though, I noticed that my penis would get stiff when I tied myself up. If I tied my thighs together and bent my legs, I would get great feelings from down there as I struggled. I wasn't sure why, but I like that feeling as much as being tied up-maybe more. As I looked for pictures of people tied up on the internet, I found I was spending more and more time on the sites that had men tied up. Now I almost never looked at sites with women tied up. Those pictures were sort of interesting and the way they were tied gave me some ideas about how to tie myself, but I didn't find them as exciting as pictures of men tied up. I wished I could find sites where there were pictures of kids tied up-preferably naked, but I had no luck at all. Maybe there weren't any. Now I was 11, almost 12 years old and all the experimenting and practice was about to pay off. I was going to tie myself up so that I really couldn't escape-sort of. I had been buying stuff from the hardware store, eBay and other on-line catalogs and paying for it with money orders I got at Wal-Mart. One piece at a time, I got all the equipment I would need. I tested each piece again and again so I knew how it worked and what to expect. Today was the last test. I was ready to put it all together. I stepped on and off the stool a few more times to be sure I could always get back up and release myself. When I was sure I could do it every time, I got down from the stool and unlocked the chain from the cuffs. I set it and the locks on the floor since I would use them again shortly. Leaving the leather cuffs on my wrists, I pulled my shirt up over my head and dropped it on the floor. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs and dropped them on top of my shirt. Hooking my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my underwear, I slid them down over my butt and let them fall to the floor. I looked down at my tiny, one-inch long, circumcised penis and the few wisps of sparse hair that had just started to appear. I thought that it was odd that the hair there was black, when I was blond. I thought it would be light-colored, too, but I guess not. Although I was happy that I had at least some hair now, I didn't have any compared to some of the guys in the pictures on the internet. Some of those guys had hair everywhere, even on their backs, and I hoped I would never look like that. I liked pictures of the guys with almost no hair and well- defined muscles. I also wondered about my penis because it was so small. I figured that it would grow as I did, but I couldn't imagine it ever getting as big as the ones on the guys I saw tied up on web sites. Theirs were huge. Was that even possible for mine to get that big? I was still skinny with almost no hair anywhere-not even peach fuzz on my arms or legs like some of my friends had. My chest was thin and flat with tiny dime-sized nipples. When I looked at myself in a full-length mirror, it looked like my hips were larger than my shoulders and my bones stuck out in places. Since the pool had opened for the summer, the parts that were covered by my swimsuit were much lighter than the rest of my suntanned body. Slowly and deliberately, I began to get ready. From a box where I stored (and hid) all of my equipment I had bought and the pictures I had printed from the web, I took out an inflatable vibrating rubber butt plug and lubricated it with a thick layer of Vaseline. Putting one foot up on the stool, I eased the small, blunt end of it through my resisting sphincter muscle into my rectum. I pushed slowly, but firmly and felt the plug slide in. It got wider and wider and forced me open. At the point where it just started to hurt, the largest part slipped in. From there it seemed like it was pulled in the rest of the way as my sphincter closed down on the much smaller shaft. I pushed until the flat base was tight against the outside of my anus. The first times I had used the plug, it was really uncomfortable to put it in. Over time though, I must have stretched the muscle a little so it went in easily now except for that one short, sharp pain as the largest part went in. Later, I would pump it up and turn on the built-in vibrator. As it was, it was pressing on something inside of me that made my little penis grow to its full, stiff 4-inch length. I sighed and put my foot on the floor, enjoying the feeling of fullness. I almost felt like I had to go to the bathroom. I also enjoyed the feeling I got walking around with it in. It kept my butt cheeks apart and the extra lubrication made them slide back and forth easily. I had looked in a mirror one time and the controls hanging down made it look like I had a tail dangling down from my butt. I took a ball gag out of the box and put the hard rubber ball between my teeth and into my mouth. I tightened and buckled the leather strap behind my head. I took a small padlock and, with some fumbling to find the small hole, put it though the blade of the buckle and clicked it closed so the buckle couldn't be undone without removing the lock. Next, I sat down gingerly on the stool and bound my ankles with a four-foot long piece of soft, cotton clothesline rope. I bought the rope at the hardware store and, following directions I found on the internet, I had washed it several times to soften it. I folded it in half and looped it around my ankles several times. When I had about a foot and a half left, I turned it and wrapped it around between my ankles. Then I tied the ends with a square knot. I repeated the tying process around my thighs just above my knees, enjoying the sensation of the pressure of the loops of rope on my skin as my legs were forced tightly together. When I pulled my thighs together, my stubby, hard penis almost disappeared. I could just see the head sticking out from between the white hairless skin of my thighs. I had found a web page called Bondage University that gave step-by- step directions on how to tie someone that was particularly useful. They even had videos on how to do it. Standing up again, I picked up the chain and locks from the floor and holding them in one hand, I used a rope that I had attached to another hook in the floor joists to pull myself up to a standing position on the stool. Once I was sure I had my balance, I reached down and behind me and grabbed the controls of the butt plug. I closed the valve and began to squeeze the bulb that pumped air into the plug making it grow larger inside of me. As it expanded, the sensations coming from that part of my body increased. Next I slid the vibrator control all the way up. I could hear the plug vibrating and humming deep inside of me making sensations from my groin area increase even more. When I first saw butt plugs being used in some of the pictures on the web, it looked really gross. There were so many pictures of them that I decided there must be something about using one that I should find out about. Gradually over a period of months, I began to experiment with that part of my body. I would wash carefully and began by pressing on my sphincter muscle with my fingers. That felt so good that I gradually started working a finger inside. I would always do it after I had just gone to the bathroom so I wouldn't get my fingers dirty. I kept experimenting and discovered that I liked it. I wasn't sure why I liked to so much, but it definitely added a lot to my tie up games. Eventually, I saved enough money and bought a butt plug on EBay. It was one of the best purchases I ever made, and from that point on I use it almost every time I tie myself up. Finally, I relocked the ends of the chains onto the d- shaped rings on my leather cuffs and looped the chain over the hook. I checked all my preparations again and feeling satisfied, bent my legs so my arms would take up my body weight and slid my feet off the stool. It was exactly right-everything I had hoped it would be. I was completely helpless, tied up and naked in my basement hanging from the rafters. It was easy to pretend I had been kidnapped and held for ransom. Although I knew I could free myself at any time by climbing back up on the stool, the overall effect was electric. I had never been so helpless before. Deep inside, the butt plug buzzed away, relentlessly vibrating against something that made me feel so good. Never had my penis been so hard nor had the sensations from the vibrating butt plug felt so good. I was still young enough not to fully realize that the overwhelming feeling were sexual. I knew about sex and had taken the classes, but I didn't directly connect sex with what I was doing. Of course I had heard the other guys at school talking about sex and masturbation-which they called jacking off, of course-but I had never tried it. In fact, I only had a vague idea of how to do it. In this summer between sixth and seventh grades, I had no idea that my bondage games were leading to the same thing. I also had no idea that my ignorance about sex was about to change rather drastically.