Sex Story of the Week : "Rope that Binds" PART 2

I felt an unusual feeling of closeness to my uncle who had bound me in the ropes, and my dad for ordering that the ropes be used. I saw my dad within the first hour of my wearing the ropes and tried to act as if nothing were unusual. I looked like a fool with my arms pulled back behind me, and held up high because of the rope bondage. Dad noticed my discomfort but just said "Very good, son. Your posture will improve with the bondage." He added that he was pleased to see me accepting my punishment like a man.

Someone would help me eat if I were bound. The rope was not used all the time, but I was bound more than I realized . I think back on all of this bondage issue and remember how many times I needed help with many tasks, including taking a shower and eating, because I was restrained. My arms were often lowered for bondage by my wrist to the thigh. This was necessary if I were to be whipped on my back. It was inconvenient to punish a guy on his back with both arms tired up in front of the target area. My ass was used for spanking and whipping while I was a boy, but I was actually happy when I was told that I was older to receive a whipping on my naked back. My ass was always used to give pain to me, but as I got older my back was constantly bruises and marked so anyone would know I had been punished.

"You will like showing off your lash marks to your friends," my uncle said. He was correct. I was in absolute heaven when I would remove my shirt away from home at some social event or appropriate place. I was excited to be asked, "Who whipped the hell out of your back, guy!" I just answered, "my dad," "an uncle," or "my cousin." I felt very close to the men who had whipped me. It was not the same as I felt of guys with whom I had some sort of sex. The ropes were a symbol of men, masculinity.

A straight friend experimenting with pain and bondage asked if his wife might see me privately to learn how she could punish him. He knew that as a cocksucker, I enjoyed being the passive guy. His wife was very interested in bondage and domination of her husband. She also had a secret wish to have sex with a guy who had an unusually large dick. I was looking forward to determining how well I could still get it on with a chick. We gave each other a charity fuck.

She plowed her knee into my naked balls. I made some weird noise of approval. She said I did not seem like a faggot because I enjoyed pain from a woman. I tried to explain that my balls in pain was something that was supposed to happen to a cocksucker. It did not matter to me what sex punished my balls. As long as the pain was enough to feel great and make me beg for it to stop, I was happy.

I told her that using rope was a masculine activity. A straight guy might often enjoy being tired up and made helpless by his wife of the chick he was fucking. The rope would remind him of his place in the world as a man. A female was not born to wear rope or be restrained by bondage with rope. That helpless sensation was an emotion reserved for men. She replied that everything I said was very interesting and suggested "rope should be used on men all the time to get them to obey. I like a man in ropes." She moved my cock into the spot she wanted and slowly let me inside her. My back felt wonderful from the riding crop she was using on me.

She was correct in rope being a masculine activity, a thing that bound men physically and also mentally to other men who shared the knowledge that males were born to be tied, whipped and suffer in a manly way. Guys either straight or queer enjoyed those masculine aspect of rope, but she did not know that as I fucked her, my mind was on being bound in the rope and giving a blow job to the most masculine stud-god in sight.

Bind my naked body in rope and I will connect to all men who understand masculine things. Whip my body bound in rope, tie my balls and make me hurt, give me pain a man should take, and I will stay with you for as long as you like. I will obey you. I will perhaps come to love and worship you.

M.K.

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