Postby hoodieboy » Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:28 pm
On Friday, I was bored.
My flatmates were gone for yet another week, and I was sat at home, off work with nothing to do.
I am 20. I have loved bondage ever since I was a little boy. I also have something of a fetish for hoodies, as my name suggests. I've got mousy brown hair, I'm of a slim build, and I'm about six feet tall.
I am straight, but I get aroused by both men and women tying me up.
I have only ever had one experience of being tied up, and it was with someone who I met on this site.
So last Friday, I thought I'd just have a Google to see if there were any bondage clubs in my area. As it so happens, there was - that very night, not too far from where I lived. It advertised itself as a male-only bondage club, open to both gay and straight men.
It had a strict dress code, so I went and bought myself a black hoodie and some black sweatpants - running gear, which would allow me to get in. Ironically, as much as I love people wearing hoodies, I didn't own any myself. Until now.
I got on the train to make my way to the event. I was incredibly nervous, yet excited to get there. It was the slowest train journey I ever went on, and it was only 20 minutes long.
I get there, and the guy before me is denied entry. I get nervous about whether I'll get in, but I emailed the organiser in advance. I'm ushered through the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.
There were men in all sorts of uniforms and costumes. Leather aplenty. There were people with collars around their necks acting like dogs, which weirded me out a little bit. All the same, I went to the bar, where there was a guy in nothing but boxers and nipple clamps, and I ordered myself a drink.
I stood there for a while with my pint, soaking in the atmosphere, not to mention some much-needed alcohol. It's not long before I'm introduced to someone who can tie me up, in a way that's suitable for beginners.
The place where the meeting happens is a little underground club. There are alcoves where men get tied up, along with big poles where some people are secured. There's plenty of equipment I didn't even know existed.
A man gets coils of white rope and begins to tie my hands. He, perhaps a little nervous, tied them too loose and I got out of it quickly. The next time, he wasn't so forgiving. He wrapped my hands so tightly, and it just felt right. Then, he tells me to lie on my stomach on a green bed as he wraps more and more rope around my hands and arms. From there, he works on my legs. Soon enough, I am completely immobile. I wriggle around. Even though my black hoodie and black sweatpants are baggy, they are not giving way. My penis starts to get erect.
Then, I am gagged with some leather contraption. I ask, albeit in a muffled way, for tape instead. He wraps it around my head three times, and then puts up my hood. I'm left to thrash around and try to escape, but it's helpless. Suddenly, a man comes in the room, and he tries to put his hand down my sweatpants. I grunt no, so instead he starts to rub my penis on the outside. I oblige, and start to gyrate myself against him. Soon, one of my hands starts to feel numb, so I am untied completely.
I get another pint, go outside for a cigarette, and then I'm asked if I want to do something ambitious. I say yes, a chair tie, and I'd like to try orgasm denial.
I am sat down on a chair. The first thing that happens is that a blindfold is placed over my eyes. Then, my arms are secured to the vertical sides of the chair, there are no armrests. I try to wiggle, but nothing happens. My feet are taken behind the chair's legs and tilted so they can't touch the ground, with lashes of rope securing them to the metal. Tape is wrapped around my head this time, but more heavily and tighter. The hood on my sweatshirt goes up again.
Several people start to see if I'm ticklish, which I'm not. I'm regularly asked if I'm OK, which comforts me. Then, one person begins to rub their hand on my crotch, on the outside of my sweatpants. After a while, he pulls them down, and begins to grab my penis. He rubs it slowly, puts his mouth over it, and begins to rub again. Another man places his hand over my taped mouth. I don't complain. As I can't see anything, I fantasise that a girl is doing this to me. He begins to rub my penis faster and faster, but then as I begin to get close, slows down. I try to raise my bottom from the chair, but the ropes stop me. The process carries on for about half an hour, until I have one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had, along with a bondage fantasy (almost) fulfilled.
It was a whole new first time for me, and I plan to do it again. I still know for certain I'm straight, but I know for certain that I'm not against being tied up by other men now.
Postby mikeybound » Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:35 pm
I'd say you live. Near the New York Bondage Club, but it doesn't really have a dress code.
Postby truly_trussed » Mon Sep 16, 2013 4:16 pm
Sorry Mikey, judging by his colloquialisms I'd say he's in the U.K. Note he's 20 and got served alcohol.
Sounds like a wild night on the town. Could you tell us how much was the cover charge? You also ordered a drink or two. Any other expenses? Was all your activity out in the open or did they have private rooms. It sounded like people could come to you at anytime. I guess you could watch the others too. What was the age range.
It's gotta be cheaper than a dungeon specializing in F/M or M/F. For an hour with a Domme, Sub or Switch they charge about $200 to $300 US an hour. They are in most major North American cities. Maybe a male bondage club would be a cheaper alternative. Did you specify you weren't looking for sexual contact? Anyway let us know what the cost was. Don't worry, if it's in quid I'll convert it. T.T.
PS-What type of uniforms were the guys wearing. Did it look like a Village People reunion concert?
PPS- I know you were there for a sense of danger, but can't be any more dangerous as when you took your break for a smoke. I hope you're able to quit. I know it's not easy. Rock stars who've been to The Betty Ford Clinic say it's harder to get off nicotine then it is to get off heroin.
Postby hoodieboy » Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:15 pm
truly_trussed wrote:Sorry Mikey, judging by his colloquialisms I'd say he's in the U.K. Note he's 20 and got served alcohol.
Sounds like a wild night on the town. Could you tell us how much was the cover charge? You also ordered a drink or two. Any other expenses? Was all your activity out in the open or did they have private rooms. It sounded like people could come to you at anytime. I guess you could watch the others too. What was the age range.
It's gotta be cheaper than a dungeon specializing in F/M or M/F. For an hour with a Domme, Sub or Switch they charge about $200 to $300 US an hour. They are in most major North American cities. Maybe a male bondage club would be a cheaper alternative. Did you specify you weren't looking for sexual contact? Anyway let us know what the cost was. Don't worry, if it's in quid I'll convert it. T.T.
PS-What type of uniforms were the guys wearing. Did it look like a Village People reunion concert?
PPS- I know you were there for a sense of danger, but can't be any more dangerous as when you took your break for a smoke. I hope you're able to quit. I know it's not easy. Rock stars who've been to The Betty Ford Clinic say it's harder to get off nicotine then it is to get off heroin.
Hey truly_trussed, good questions! In answer to them...
- Yes, I'm in the UK - well spotted! Any particular colloquialisms that blew my cover?

- It cost me £10 to get in, about $16 or so
- I spent £30 ($50) on a hoodie and sweatpants, along with £12 (about $20) in drinks on the night
- My activity was in an alcove. There wasn't a door or a cover or anything, so people could see in, but most people just did bondage in the open
- The age range was mid-20s to mid-50s I'd say, a good balance
- I wasn't looking for sexual contact, no
- Many costumes were there, including rugby gear, leather, army, policemen in particular. A few football shirts, too
As for the smoking. Nah, I won't stop - I bloody love it too much! At least for now. What can I say, I live on the edge!
Postby truly_trussed » Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:52 pm
Hi HB, thanks for replying. Sounded like a lotta fun. I Have a feeling you'll be a regular at that club.
What gave you away that you were from the U.K. is "flatmate", not roomate. Not that many bars here sell beer by the pint unless it's a British-type pub. A couple of chains here include Elephant and Castle and John Harvard's Brew Pub. "Fantasize" is how we spell it, with a Z (Pronounced Zee, not Zed. Most Yanks have never heard of Zed. I tell them it's the 27th letter of the alphabet). Also I told Mikeybound you got served at age 20. Nationwide the drinking age here is 21. In Canada it's 18 or 19 depending on the province.
I know they're disappearing but do the traditional red British telephone booths in Central London still have adverts posted for adult services inside? The Elephant and Castle chain, previously mentioned, used to have a British phonebooth out front, but they disappeared as payphones disappeared, They're usually located inside the hotels of major cities throughout the U.S. and Canada.
You do know the value of the GBP vs. the USD. I have a feeling you travel here frequently or work at a Bureau de Change. Just kidding and thanks for all the info. I hope you do get to visit us soon if you haven't been here yet.
Cheers, T.T.
Postby hoodieboy » Tue Sep 17, 2013 1:54 pm
truly_trussed wrote:Hi HB, thanks for replying. Sounded like a lotta fun. I Have a feeling you'll be a regular at that club.
What gave you away that you were from the U.K. is "flatmate", not roomate. Not that many bars here sell beer by the pint unless it's a British-type pub. A couple of chains here include Elephant and Castle and John Harvard's Brew Pub. "Fantasize" is how we spell it, with a Z (Pronounced Zee, not Zed. Most Yanks have never heard of Zed. I tell them it's the 27th letter of the alphabet). Also I told Mikeybound you got served at age 20. Nationwide the drinking age here is 21. In Canada it's 18 or 19 depending on the province.
I know they're disappearing but do the traditional red British telephone booths in Central London still have adverts posted for adult services inside? The Elephant and Castle chain, previously mentioned, used to have a British phonebooth out front, but they disappeared as payphones disappeared, They're usually located inside the hotels of major cities throughout the U.S. and Canada.
You do know the value of the GBP vs. the USD. I have a feeling you travel here frequently or work at a Bureau de Change. Just kidding and thanks for all the info. I hope you do get to visit us soon if you haven't been here yet.
Cheers, T.T.
I do too!
And you've rumbled me, yes! We do still have those red phone booths - they're very unpleasant, smell of urine and yes, are still plastered with ads for adult services.
I don't travel to the US as much as I'd like, but I work as a journalist which means I need to be well versed in currency! I can even write in US English if needs must!

Postby xtc » Tue Sep 17, 2013 2:36 pm
"I can even write in US English if needs must!"
Don't do that. It only encourages them!
Postby truly_trussed » Thu Sep 19, 2013 4:13 pm
truly_trussed wrote:Z (Pronounced Zee, not Zed. Most Yanks have never heard of Zed. I tell them it's the 27th letter of the alphabet).
To those in the U.K., Canada and Commonwealth Nations: Correct me if I'm wrong but I have a feeling music fans do not refer to the boogie blues band as Zed Zed Top or for that matter megastar Jay Zed.