The Scott Chronicles: Confessions of a Bondage-Hungry Preppy by Bob Wingate

Author:Bob Wingate [Wingate, Bob]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Outbound Press, Inc., The
Published: 2020-10-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

BELTED

A wash of memories, prelude to a wonderful experience with Scott, years later.

I must have been 30 or so the first time I went to the Training Center. I left on a Thursday, alone, and came back on a Saturday. It being a virgin experience, of course I was intensely excited, and the Training Center didn’t disappoint. I got all I wanted and more: I was picked up at the airport by two guys in a car, we went to a parking lot behind a big building (it was night). I was forcibly removed from the car and shoved into a closed van. I was strapped to a gurney (those bed type things on wheels they use with ambulances) and gagged. During the trip I was tortured on my pressure points. This happened again at the Center, where I was graciously permitted to scream into a sock jammed into my mouth. For the next thirty-six hours I was chained, manacled, ordered to strip, ordered to dress, ordered to recite certain things, ordered to kneel, stand and sit. Both nights I was hogtied but not gagged. The second morning they had demolished me to a point where I was doing “Yes sir” “No sir”, just like Parris Island.

When I got home, my boyfriend at the time had two guys in for the weekend. At dinner I described my treatment, and one of the guys (I’ll call him John) got very excited. After dinner, we four paired off and John and I ended up in the basement. John said he wanted to tie me up, so I stripped naked, and John tied me up spreadeagled, with my wrists attached to an overhead pipe, and my legs spread and tied to each end of a board in which I had sometime before thoughtfully bored big holes for rope. I was big into gags then, and I literally begged John to gag me. He did, with Training Center-approved duct tape.

I was stiff as the board I was standing on, my cock jutting out, and my body sexually excited. After all, I had just been tied up for a day & a half, not permitted to jerk off, since there was no sex at the Center, and now was tied up naked in the basement.

The point of all this intro is that John was big into whipping, with a particular fondness for belts. Additionally, he used my own belt on me, which added a little sexy dollop of humiliation to it!

John was a pro and he knew how to produce a sexual frenzy in the person being belted. He never seemed to hit the same place twice, but he coursed up and down my ass and back with the exactitude and precision of a scientist and turned me into a screaming, totally mind-consuming sexual froth. Every now and then, he brought the belt up between my legs and the end of it slapped the balls under the stiff prick. Finally he untied me and retied my hands behind my back.

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