[center][size=150][b][u]The Happy Summit Camper[/u] [/b][/size][/center]
Corey, aged 23, came back home and received a hero's welcome.
He'd climbed up to the summit of Mt. Everest, which was no small feat, and lived to tell the tale.
And many tales he did tell...
The one thing that my older brother didn't know however, was that one of the tales he'd come back with, would change my life and stick with me forever.
I never asked to fall in love with bondage and never asked to be tied up either. In fact, were it not for my brother's detailed account, I might have ended up not having this fetish, at all.
But it's too late to think about that now.
I'm a lost cause, forever doomed to grow up and live with my love...my love of bondage.
Let me explain.
[size=120][u]Chapter 1 - Tied up on Mt. Everest[/u][/size]
One night, on the first week of my brother's return, I sat on the edge of his bed, listening to one of the fascinating tales he had come back home with.
It was a mesmerizing story about the perils of reaching the South Col, which also served as the last camp ground before reaching the 29,000 ft summit of Mt. Everest.
The dangers and perils of the mountain weren't what kept me interested though, rather, it was my brother's account of what happened on the night of reaching the fourth camp.
But wait...I'm getting ahead of myself here.
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Chris. I guess you could say I'm a typical 15 year old teenager. Not much to say really...
I'm of average height, I'm also in good shape 'cause my dad always got Corey and me to practice sports.
I have blond hair, blue eyes and I usually wear a t-shirt and some gym shorts. I'm not one that likes to sit still for very long. I'm always on the move, which is pretty strange considering my ever-growing desire to be tied up again.
I guess I should also take a few minutes to introduce my brother Corey, since he's the reason why I am the way I am today.
Corey is in really good shape. He has brown eyes and brown hair, which he keeps really short on the sides and slightly longer on the top.
He's big and strong, standing a full head taller than me and weighing in at over 200 lbs.
He was really into sports when he was my age, but when he got older, he started going more towards fitness and weight lifting.
Anyways, Corey always had a passion for moutain climbing. Reaching the summit of Mt. Everest was one of his lifetime goals. It was something he'd dream about, even as a young child.
A few months ago, Corey left to take on his dream.
He left town with two of his closest buddies, Brent and Tyler, both of them big, strong guys in their late twenties.
I only met them once, but from what Corey tells me, they have a lot of experience climbing the world's tall peaks and dealing with extreme conditions.
When Corey came back, he had loads of fascinating things to tell me...but one of his experiences stood out from the rest. I don't know what moved him to tell me all about it, but by the end of his tale, I was enthralled and quite honestly...perplexed.
Corey, being the big strong jock that he was, must've felt totally humiliated by his experience.
Appearantly, he spent his fourth night on Everest, tied up inside his sleeping bag.
Brent, Tyler and my brother had reached the fourth camp, located only some 3,000 ft below the peak, early on the evening of the fourth day.
As was custom, they'd set up their stuff near the other climbers who were spending the night on the South Col. From what Corey says, there were about a dozen tents and twice that number of campers sharing the site on that night.
My brother and his two buddies shared a tent and after setting up their spot, they immediately started eating and getting ready for bed.
Understandably, you need a full night's sleep if you're gonna attempt to reach the world's tallest summit on the following day.
So the three guys retired to their sleeping bags, even before the sun went down.
From what Corey says, the tent was pretty small, so they were basically sleeping all squashed together.
Corey took off his boots and was about to take off his down suit - a really massive black and blue thing that looked more like an astronaut suit than anything else - when Tyler stepped in and told him to keep it on.
The two more experienced climbers explained to him that he would have to spend the night in his down suit and sleeping bag. Although Corey trusted his friends, he thought they were being overly cautious.
The two older guys tried to convince my brother that the temperature would drop drastically once the sun went down, but Corey argued that he'd be fine wearing only his thermal combinations inside his sleeping bag.
My brother had shown me his gear and I couldn't help but gawk at the size of his sleeping bag. It was like a big black Egyptian mummy, but it was incredibly thick and puffy...even more so than his down suit.
He admitted to me that he was wrong for arguing with his friends on that night. He thought he could get away with sleeping like he had on the three milder camp grounds...but the truth is, the fourth camp get's a lot colder than he thought.
Corey didn't wanna go into too much detail about what happened afterwards.
He explained to me that things escalated and he ended up being forcefully zipped up in his sleeping bag and tied down with the climbing rope Tyler and Brent had brought.
The two guys made sure his suit was all zipped up before forcefully overpowering him and stuffing him inside his sleeping bag.
Corey says he wasn't struggling at that point. He realised that his climbing buddies were really serious about this and that they knew what they were doing.
Apparently he tried to apologise, but even though he had calmed down and stopped struggling, Brent didn't trust him to stay zipped up during the night.
He and Tyler decided to pull the sleeping bag's drawstrings tight and knot them together, stopping Corey from playing around with the hood and reaching for the zipper.
They took out all the rope they had in their backpacks and tied Corey down, making his sleeping bag, escape-proof.
They even saw fit to sleep on either side of him, so as to keep an eye on him during the night. Brent slept on Corey's right and Tyler to his left.
Corey says that when they woke up that morning, they learned that two ill-advised campers who were sharing a tent not far away, were overcome by hypothermia during the night.
My brother was scared as shit and thanked his buddies for acting so decisively on the night before.
A few hours later, they reached the peak and started their way back down after shortly celebrating the crowning achievement.
That night, after my brother told me his story, I barely slept at all.
My mind was so wrapped up around the idea of being tied up like he had been...inside his expedition suit and sleeping bag.
I tried to get some sleep, but I couldn't get my mind off it.
It went like that for a whole week.
I wasn't listening in class...I was day-dreaming instead.
I also found myself getting a boner every time I thought about my brother's tale, which was becoming more and more frequent.
About a month after my brother told me that tale, I still couldn't stop thinking about it.
What's worst, my brother was away from the house a lot recently and almost every day, I'd end up sneaking inside his room and opening his closet to look at his sleeping bag and down suit.
I wanted SO MUCH to get inside that suit and zip myself up in that huge mummy sleeping bag!
My dad was at work and although I doubted Corey would be back until much later...I quickly closed his closet door and stepped out of his room.
It went like that for days. I'd come back from school to find the house to myself. I'd sneak into my older brother's messy room and open his closet to look at his gear.
It wasn't until a Friday afternoon that I finally had the courage to try something out with my big brother's gear.
After all, I had the house all to myself. No one would find out...