Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2001 16:33:26 -0500 From: Barrett Evans Subject: Rivers Edge - 2 (b solo bond) Story Codes B/b bond oral cons WARNING: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys and maybe girls of various ages. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now (unless you want to be educated and have an open mind that is!) The story is copyrighted by the author. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission of the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in any form you wish, as long as payment is neither requested or received. The story is fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, isn't intended but is a nice idea... " ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter2 - Docked Well, I was down at the same spot of the stream every day for a week, but no sign of Irvin. Each day the tension inside me got worse as I waited, wanting more of the taster I had experienced of sex and bondage. Each night my mind wandered into a dreamland where I experimented with different methods of bondage and more and more extreme situations. I had enjoyed more than I could ever admit to anyone the extra pleasure bondage had added to my sexual torture by Irvin. By the end of the week I had decided enough was enough and that I was going to try out some of the bondage ideas I had dreamt about myself alone in my secret den. Even if Irvin turned up in the middle it would add to the fun. So I needed to gather together some items which I could use once I got down my hiding place and which I could use to entrap myself while ensuring I had a way out of my bindings. I decided that if secured a very sharp knife into the trunk of one of the trees overhanging the stream at just the height my hands would be I could use it to cut any tape or rope I used freeing my hands. I needed to test this plan and make sure that I could indeed get loose after I had finished and that the fact that I would have to stand in the stream did not make it to dangerous. Before I set off, I packed a roll of duct tape from the garage, some lengths of rope and nylon cord and also some spare clothes incase mine got wet and I set off with my heart pounding through the excitement. It was a wonderfull day and I was ready to get on with things when I arrived at the stream, wasting no time working on the tree trunk to carve out a hole in which I could securely wedge the knifes handle. It took a while but it was important that it never fell out and was just right. Eventually I acheived a perfect very tight fit and had to hammer the knife home using a nearby rock with the sharp edge upwards. I tested the height over and over again using my hands behind my back, in front and in any other position I thought they might end up using tape, cord and rope. The rope took a while to get through, but it was possible with patience. I rested and when I was ready I decided to make my first attempt at self bondage. So I started to undress, after all what would be the point if I was clothed, no risk no gain. But by the time I had just my boxers left my cock was rock hard and I had run through in my mind what people would think if they found me like that. So, the boxers stayed on, at least this time they did, maybe next time I would be braver. I wanted to tie myself up away from the safety of my hiding place, so I carefully placed my clothes on one of the tree branches out of sight and started to carefully creep along the side of the stream about 100 yards, not far I know, but it would not be so easy getting back when I was tied up. The spot I ended up at was under a bridge which carried the main road over the stream. This was dangerous as other children often played here, but for now it was quiet. Now first of all I wanted to get my feet tied together, that should be easy. So I wrapped a length of the rope around my ankles three times and tied it in the best knot I could. Finally I needed to tie my wrists, I had experimented with tiying them at my front and then lying down and passing them under my feet and up my back. This I could only do if my wrists were crossed in an X shape, so using the tips of my fingers I wrapped the cord I had brought around my wrists. The hardest bit was struggling with my fingers and teeth to get the knots formed and pull then tight. After some patience I managed it and was ready for the tape. Next I wanted to make sure I didn't make any noise if I fell over shouting out or anything, after all although the idea of being found was what excited me most, I really didn't want it to happen. So a pressed my lips together and placed a strip of tape that I had cut back at the den and stuck temporarily to my shoulder over my lips. This would do the trick and keep me quiet, it would also explain to someone who might find me why I wasn't shouting out and I could tell them a tale of how my mates had done it for a laugh. Finally I could get my hands behind my back and try to stand up again. This wasn't to bad, but did mean some rolling around to squeeze my wrists past my big feet. At last as I struggled up first rolling onto my front which was a little uncomfortable as my dick dug into the ground and then onto my knees and finally carefully up onto my feet. I had done my first time and, god, was I raging horny and desperate to play around. But now something unplanned happened as my dick against the odds decided it needed to take a look at the world and popped out of the opening in my boxers. Try as I could I couldn't get it back in. So standing naked except for my boxers bound by the hands and feet with tape over my mouth and a raging hard on sticking out of my shorst I prepared to set of back to the den to test my escape. But, just them I froze as I heard something moving in the undergrowth along side the stream, had someone seen me and watched, oh surely not on my very first time. Then I heard laughing voices and dived towards the nearest bush and shuffled under it's cover as the voices came louder. My heart was pounding and my breathing laboured as things raced through my mind, what had I done. My cock throbbed, unshaken by the noises around me, infact they were amplifying the effect and I wanted to get hold of it and have a good wank right then. But of course I couldn't could I! So, I did the only thing I could and prayed that they would not stumble me as the voices got loader and loader. They sounded younger than me and one was definately a girls voice. I heard their feet rustle past on the other side of the bush and they passed by missing out on the opportunity of an afternoons fun as I inhaled a deep breath. I didn't move for a while to be sure that they were not close by, and might see me as soon as I stood up. When I was sure I shuffled out of my sactuary and using the same method as before rose to my feet looking around to see if I could be seen or if anyone was nearby. Once sure all was clear, I started to shuffle along the side of the stream looking in every direction and crouching down as much as my bondage would allow to avoid detection. With nothing on my feet I had to be extra vidulant as to where I shuffled my feet. Every once in a while on my journey I made a mistake and whinced as I stood on a sharp stick or stone, which would dig into the sensitive souls of my feet. I never dreamt that such a short journey would take so long and consume so much effort and I decided that next time I would allow more slack between my ankles so that I could move more easily. As my clearing approached I yearned for release from my throbbing organ which was devoid of any external stimulas except for the odd tickle from a passing leaf. I was so worked up and excited that the last few feet were covered in no time and caused me to loose my balance and crash onto the floor of my den. Now what ! Well, I needed to vent the frustration in my groins, but to do that I needed to get some stimulation going. I could have cut the cord around my hands and had a good wank, but that would have lost some of the tension. So I had only one option, to hump away at the ground I was lying on, which was not very good, but it would do. What a sight it would have been from behind as my arse rose up and down while my hands and feet wer securely bound. It took a while too, but slowly as the urge built up and the muscles in my legs ached I approached my first solo bound orgasm. Then it happened, while I grunted gritting my teeth as tightly as possible as my now sore dickhead exploded into the ground. It was good, but not as good as I had hoped or as it had been with Irvin, I needed to make some improvements. When I had regained some energy, I went through the process of getting to my feet so that I could shuffle down the stream edge and along to the knife. Carefully, once in position, I started work cutting through the cord holding my wrists, it took a bit of time but eventually it snapped and I could get the tape from my mouth and rope from my ankles. It was cooler now so I was glad to get my clothes back on and cover the rest of my exposed skin. I vowed next time would be better, using the lessons I had learned. The next time wasn't to be for a few days though as my Aunt came to visit, staying over. This meant I couldn't vansih for the day as she wanted to see me around and take me shopping and things, but it gave me more time to think through my next session. When she finally left us I had more sperm in me tahn for weeks and they were all ver eager to get out, I had that twisted inside feeling, but I held off. It was a Friday morning when I leapt out of bed rushing down to eat my breakfast so that my Mum didn't nag and so I could go on out as early as possible. My Mum suspected that I had a new friend, and I didn't argue as this suited me fine. I gathered together the things I had preparred and shoved them all into my bag, heading out the door and on my way to my den. Although it wasn't really that far away, it seemed to take ages that morning and when I did get there I set to work quickly. My plan was this, to store my clothes high up like I did last time, except this time all my clothes. Then I was going to get myself all tied up before I would set of to my destination. The destination carried some risk and so some thrill of being seen and here I was going to relieve myself, I was not going to be able to come back until I had done this and after I would have to walk back to the den to get free. Now, I needed to prepare the destination of my adventure by setting up my own home made pussy. I had made it using a length of plastic drain pipe, about one and a half inches in diameter. Inside this I had lined it with the softest piece of silky cloth I could find in my Mums sewing box. Also to make it as comfortable as possible I had lubricated it making it lovely and slick. I was sure that I I fixed this in a visible place, I would get such a thrill from the risk and also the sensations. I knew from trials getting myself hard that my dick slid in nice and firmly. So first I set off to my target about half a mile away, but most of it with cover, except a few daring bits. When I arrived I assessed each tree for suitability, and found one which was close enough to be in view of the pathway which kids used as a shortcut to the nearby pool. Of course adults also used it and would be even more likely to spot me because of the extra height advantage they had. So I used some duct tape to wrap around the tube at the perfect height to force me to stand upright while allowing me to thrust my dick in and out. Once done, I trotted back to the den to start my mission. Stripping of my clothes had never been so exciting before, I was scared, but I liked it. By the time I had removed my boxer shorts my dick was already fully erect and bonced around in the fresh air slapping against my thighs and stomach as it went. I needed to ensure that my movement was limited but allowed me to walk more easily than last time. But before I started I needed to do something I had never done before and had taken some time in preparation. I didn't know it then, but I do now, I had made myself a special dildo using a broom handle which I had sawn of the top six inches, the bit with the rounded end. I had then drilled a hole from one side to the other as close as I could get to the sawn end. This was just big enough to thread the cord I was using through. I lifted it out of my bag with a big grin and rubbed in some lubricant from a jar I had with me. Then I led down on the floor a and spread my legs wide exposing my tender virgin hole to the elements. Next I moved the rounded end of the handle until it touched my sensitive bum hole and began to press trying to get it to slide into me. At first although I wanted it to go in, my bodies reaction was to resist clamping the door shut. But when I realised that if I pushed like I was trying to do a shit it would open a little and slowly but surely it started to enter. At first it hurt a little, but once the lubricant had taken over and the maximum diameter reached it slid in nicely. My only concern was how far could I go safely, and would I puncture something inside if I went up to the six inches. I continued to push rotating it slightly and then something happened which made me so glad I had thought of this as my body shuddered as the tip hit some sort of magical spot inside. I managed to control myself and got it almost the six inches, then I secured it in place using the cord I had threaded through the hole by bringing the ends around the front and tying them together just above my hard cock. I tested the fitting trying to expell it like I had a big shit to do, but although it strained against the cord, it soon sank back in when when I stopped. Next I tied my ankle together using some rope, but this time I left enough slack between them to allow my feet to go one foot apart. But to make it more interesting I pulled them apart stretching the rope and then wrapped duct tape around the rope bewteen my ankles so that I couldn't get them any further apart or closer together than twelve inches. Walking I would have to twist my body slightly to flick a foot forward each step. Next I placed the duct tape over my lips to keep me quite for my own good. Now I needed to firmly secure my arms out of reach behind my back. To do this I had a new method, it relied on a slip knot and some super glue. The method was to get the slip knot formed with a nice big loop, big enough to get my hands through and crossed over behind my back. the of the cord was then nailed to a nearby tree trunk so that when I gently pulled the slip knot would tighten around my wrists. When it was tight, I could jerk hard and the nail would come out of the trunk. Of course being a slip knot I would have been able to undo it, so by marking the position on the cord that the loop was tight around my wrists in front of me first, and then loosening it back up ready and finally applying some super glue on the cord at the point I had marked. Then to test itby first putting a plastic bag over each hand so that my fingers were imobilised, then passing each hand and bag carefully through the loop avoiding the super glue. Once this is done just pull gently away from the tree trunk and the noose tightens. Whenit hits the super glue it sticks and it can not be undone. It worked perfectly holding my wrists firmly together and the bags over my hands. So I pulled hard on the nail and it popped out, now for my adventure to really begin as I took my first steps outside the den, I had already discovered the tremendous effect that the broom handle was having on my insides as I moved. I needed to do this slowly and awkwardly to prevent overstimulation, after all I didn't want to shoot early. As I moved my eyes darted backwards and forwards scanning excitedly for any movement as I shuffled step by step on my journey, I could crouch down carefully, but this was not something I did to much as the broom handle would be pulled further into my body by the tightening of the cord around my stomach. As I moved further and further away from the safety of the den I became more and more nervous and excited and could see my heart pounding in my chest. Every once in a while I would hear sounds and pause, waiting for them to subside. Then once more I would struggle of until at last I could see my goal. At first the tube, and then the tree. As I approached my breathing became erratic, totally focused like a space craft pilot approaching a docking mechanism. The tip of my organ approached the entrance, perfectly alligned, it started to slide into the lubricated slowly engulfing the center of my life at that moment in time in pleasure. As the material brushed up the sides of the glans and shaft my penis throbbed getting ever harder and more stimulated. Then with one final movement the head of my penis emerged from the other end of the tube a wonderful shade of purple. I slowly and gently began to move my hips to stimulate things further freely allowing the broom handle to do it's stuff in my rear. As I did I closed my eyes to enjoy the pleasurable world I was now totally engrossed in. I felt the tingling amplified beyond belief rippling up and down my shaft as I became more and more agressive. But then breaking the silence I heard a voice shouting out a name. "Rally, Rally, where are you boy". Then again louder. I guessed it must be a dog, "Rally". The voice was load, any second I would be caught, I could breath and at that moment my nerve broke and I pulled on my dick to get it out of the tube. But, I hadn't thought of one thing, my glans were out the other end, very hard and swollen and they were stuck, the ridge at the back of the head was preventing it going back through the tube. Much as I pulled I was stuck and the continuing stimulation were exhaserbating the situation. I was about to shoot..... "RALLY" and then silence...... as it dawned on me that someone was directly behind me...... ========================================================================= Umm, where do we go now, tell me what you want. Don't Spam me, or I might Spam you back.... Oh and for all those trying to find the other parts, they are at: - http://www.assgm.com http://www.nifty.org and now exclusives at http://www.mrdouble.com Thanks Barrett (barrett_e@hotmail.com) A boys innocence is never lost through good only evil.