Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2007 11:58:35 -0700
From: Kenneth Sancier <irohani@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Bound to the Mast

The audience to probably gay oriented.

BOUND TO THE MAST
By Marty St. Cyr

On Sundays, I usually invited my straight friends and business
associates from work for a ride in my sailboat. While sailing, I
fantasized about how I would tie a selected gay guy to the mast of
the boat. I hadn't decided who that guy would be, but I really
enjoyed bondage having had some wonderful experiences at a younger
age. My reverie was soon interrupted by my obligation to socialize
with the people on board and a rising wind that caused concern on all
aboard.

I met Brad, the guy of my dreams, at my modern dance class in New
York City. Brad was also a student of modern dance. When he danced he
wore only loose cotton briefs that accentuated his basket, strong
legs and buttocks. He moved with grace during bar exercises and when
crossing the floor. Modern dance develops strong legs and body, which
Brad was blessed with. I was amused to see how other guys stared with
open mouths while this beautiful and muscular man danced. Apparently,
Brad was unaware of the attention he had aroused.

Later, in the dressing room, while we changed clothes, I could admire
his nude muscular body. While we were both undressed, and alone, I
noticed that his cock was semi-hard. I managed to brush near him and
whispered that he might need help with that. He got my drift, and
looking down at my semi-hard cock, said to me, "You also might need
help." With that he grabbed my body and kissed me as we both held
each other's cocks. I broke away afraid that someone might come into
the dressing room. "We should get together soon," he said in a low
and sexy voice. I nodded, swallowed hard, and invited him for a ride
in my sailboat on the following Saturday. He gave me one of his
engaging smiles that accentuated his dimples and said, "Yes, thanks."

When Saturday arrived, my heart was pacing rapidly as I waited at the
train station to pick him up. He was a delightful sight to see; he
was wearing tight-fitting jeans and a tee shirt with cut-off sleeves
that revealed his muscular arms. We stopped briefly at my house for
him to change in my bedroom. While preparing for the trip, at first
we were both nude. Again I delighted in seeing his nude muscular
body, and too briefly we kissed and rubbed each other's bodies.
Apparently, he was as much turn on as I. Finally, I reminded him that
we needed to dress for the sail, and so we broke way. We both put on
short cut-offs, which hardly concealed out pending excitement, and I
grabbed a bagged lunch and headed for my sailboat, which was moored
about 100 yards from my house.

We tacked out of the lagoon, where my boat was moored, and then into
the Great South Bay, which is 30 miles long, 5 miles wide, and is
bordered on the North by Long Island and on the South by Fire Island.
At the tender age of 18 I still was unaware of the gay life on Fire
Island, but that would change in a year or so. Now I was with Brad,
the man of my dreams, whom I believe returned my admiration. At this
point, Brad did not suspect my ultimate objective of having him tied
to the mast. I had several bondage experiences prior to meeting Brad
and was well acquainted with rope bondage. I knew about the delights
of tying a guy up or being tied up. I had high hopes that my first
bondage experience on a boat was soon to be realized, and I was keyed
up in anticipation to seeing Brad's nude body tied up for my pleasure.

We sailed for about 30 minutes, about half way across the Bay. When
we were out of sight of prying eyes, I set anchor and lowered the
sails and tied them to the boom. I then was prepared for our private
dance with rope, but Brad suggested that we take a swim, which
provided a buffer in time for our ultimate sensual-sexual encounter.
We swam in the nude, and it was fun having water rush over one's body
and between the legs. I introduced Brad to clamming, which involves
feeling the sandy bottom with feet for clams, which protrude about
1/4 inch above the sandy surface. We then dove down and recovered the
clams with out fingers. The water was about 5 feet deep, so that we
could touch the sandybottom. We threw the clams into a pail and
finally into the bottom of the boat for later consumption.

During the dive, our bottoms appeared at the surface of the water,
and I grabbed Brad's cock and balls and ran my fingers along his ass
crack. I dove down and began sucking his hard cock. However, I soon
had to surface to prevent drowning. To get even with me, Brad grabbed
my cock and balls, raised my ass, and began eating my ass. I
struggled to keep my head above water, but soon I said to him, "I
think it best to postponed further activities until returning to the
boat." So we kissed passionately, and he ran his tongue inside my
mouth, exploring the interior with his tongue.

Finally we returned to the boat, and Brad raised my ass and had me on
my knees so that he could continue sucking my ass. He stuck his
tongue in my hole and bit my buttocks. I couldn't have been happier.
Having lubed my hole with his saliva, he proceeded to slowly enter
with his hard cock. He said, "This may hurt at first, but you will
enjoy it later." He entered slowly at first, then fully and rested. I
was impaled by his cock and enjoying the feeling of being filled with
this man's hard cock. I could feel his cock become harder and I could
feel it pulse as more blood entered his cock. He began to pump my ass
and at the same time reached around and massaged my hard dick. I was
beside myself with pleasure and moaned in contentment. He continued
his pumping until he said he was about to cum and as he flooded my
hole with his cum, I also had a powerful orgasm. We both collapsed on
the floor of the boat, and with his cock, now hard again, in my ass,
he reached around to kiss me. We lay like that until we dosed off. We
were awakened by a sudden gust of wind. Brad suggested that we go for
a swim and clean ourselves.

After returning to the boat, we hungrily ate the packed lunch and
played footsy with each other's crotches. He leaned down and took my
cock in his hot mouth, and I felt the wonderful sensation of having
his silk smooth mouth massage my cock. I loved this man and his
responses were reciprocated. He reached over and kissed me. What a
wonderful feeling to have this beautiful man, whom I loved, suck my
cock and kiss me; I almost lost it with those thoughts.

I decided to explore other avenues of pleasure for both of us. Clams
probably have a similar effect as oysters in stimulating sexual
drive, but neither Brad nor I needed that incentive. But I was not to
be distracted from my plan, so I timidly broached the subject of
using the ropes to tie each other up to the mast. Brad said he didn't
know anything about ropes, but was willing to learn. He seemed to
like the idea. Again, he gave me his wonderful smile that told me
that he probably knew what I had in mind.

I wasted little time in preparing him for bondage. I remained alert
to any nearby boats that might observe our actions. First, while he
was nude I had him spread his legs wide, with his feet on the narrow
decks on opposite sides of the boat. I tied each of his ankles to
cleats mounted on the deck. He stabilized himself by leaning his back
against the mast, and I helped steady him by grabbing his cock and
balls. He was rock hard at this point, and breathing heavily with
anticipation. I was afraid he might hyperventilate. I almost broke
the spell by fastening his wrists to ropes that were attached to the
top of the mast. I pulled on the ropes to stretch his body, applying
enough tension to stretch his wonderful torso, but not enough to
cause discomfort. Brad was a magnificent sight: a slender,
well-muscular body, stretched to reveal his muscularity. He didn't
mind the position I had put him in, as indicated by his hard cock. I
sat back and watched with fascination how Brad squirmed in an attempt
to test his bondage. His thrashing about made me more satisfied with
the man that I had under my control and for my pleasure.

The wind and waves caused the boat to toss about, so to stabilize him
I tied his slim waist, and then his broad shoulders, to the mast.
Brad was helpless. I tied a ropearound his cock and balls and tied
the rope to the boom just below him. He was completely immobilized
except for his hard cock, which bobbed up and down and leaked precum
in quantity. I sat down in the bottom of the boat and again admired
my handy work. Brad looked down and gave me a smile of contentment.
He whispered to me, "I trusted you and you can do what ever I want."
He moaned in delight at so much attention, but I had just begun.

Putting aside my raging hard dick, at least for a while. I straddled
the boat so that I was facing him and my thighs were pressed against
his. I hugged his slim, hard body and kissed him deeply. I pressed my
hard dick against his tense stomach and brought his dick, already
hard and nearly vertical, along side of mine. His dick was thicker
than mine, but mine was longer, about 7 inches. In that position I
pushed against his body, both of us enjoying the friction between us.
I ran my hands over his hard body, squeezing and pinching as I
wished. He moaned in delight. I had looked forward to this event for
a long time and finally achieved a reality I could hardly believe.

I was still a bit hesitant how to continue approaching him. I decided
that roaming hands were not enough, so I began to caress Brad's body
with my mouth and tongue. His skin had a salty taste, remnant of the
swim, which further stimulated me. I tasted his nipples and his pits.
I was delighted to see that he was ticklish, and I made more of that
by applying gentle pressure with my fingers then more firmly on his
ribcage. His whole body shook as he laughed, and I could not help but
also laugh along with him. His hard cock was an inviting sight so I
began to lick at the end of his prick, around the crown, and backing
off temporarily before continuing. Brad struggled vainly to get more
of his cock in my mouth, but he would have to wait. I licked his
balls and his thighs and calves, and occasionally I bit various parts
of his body.

His positive response goaded me on, so I took his cock in my mouth,
just a little at the time, and I swirled my tongue around the crown
of his hard cock. Having his cock in my mouth felt so good, that I
pressed forward and forced his cock further in my mouth. What a
delight to have his hard cock fill my mouth and having him groan in
response.

He was rock hard and struggling vainly for release. I thought this is
the time to explore his hole, so I entered him with one finger using
some lube. I now explored the inside of the man I had so firmly bound
and so much admired. I wriggled my finger to massage his prostate,
and in response he thrashed about, and he mumbled "more". In
response, I put in two fingers and then three, while feeling and
massaging his prostate and all around his inside. I put the fingers
of my free hand in his mouth, and explored the inside of that cavity.
He devoured my fingers and sucked greedily on them; it was quite a
sensation. With my fingers of one hand in his ass hole and the
fingers of the other hand in his mouth, I went to work with my mouth
on his cock and balls, but very slowly so that he would not erupt
immediately. I continued to lick his cock, and when he least expected
it I drove his cock all the way into my mouth and throat. I waited
until he became used to the sensation of my wet and hot mouth. I
could hear him moan and felt him thrash about wildly. After a while,
I used my throat muscles to massage his cock, which was throbbing,
and had become fuller, harder and thicker. Soon, a flood of cum came
flowing down my throat and I felt his body quiver and he cried with
delight. To relax him, I ran my fingers slowly along his body. I was
amazed that he was still hard.

I relaxed the tension on his arms and released his legs, so now he
could sit on the forward deck, with his legs dangling in the boat. He
rested his back against the mast, and I released his arms from to top
of the mast, but bound his wrists behind the mast. To complete the
bondage, I tied his ankles together and tied them to the mast below
the deck. He sat there with his cock point skyward and with a impish
look on his face, as much as to say, now what are you going to do
with me. To answer his unspoken query, I straddling his face and
inserted my cock in his mouth. Without hesitation he opened his
mouth, and I slid my erect cock into this warm and moist cavity.
Pumping on his face was a joy and I became harder. I withdrew to
rest, but presently returned to have him suck some more. He was quite
talented and used his tongue to tantalize me. I reached down and
massaged his cock, which had become hard again. I marveled at his
sexual appetite. He gobbled and sucked until I had reached the point
of no return. With that I release a flood of pent up cum in his mouth
and I screamed with pleasure. Brad gulped, and after I withdrew he
thanked me. I kissed him and I could taste my cum in his mouth.

After I released him, we drank a few beers. I asked him why he was
laughing, and he said, "I enjoyed the trip up the mast so much that I
want to do to the same to you." That was a request I couldn't refuse.
By this time, both he and I were hard again and ready for the next
dance up the mast. I was assured of our continued privacy after
scanning the sea about us for possible intruders and was ready for my
dance up the mast.