Darkholme’s first exposure to bondage possibly provides a small insight. He was 12, and playing in the woods near his home with a group of friends. They began picking on the weakest member of the group and, for a joke, stripped him almost naked, strung him up from a tree branch blindfolded, and ran away. Darkholme was the one that came back to save him.
“While tied up, he became and object and almost non-human,” he muses. “I remember his tight ivory muscles flexing, and his genitals flopping around inside his tightey whiteys. He was in pain and completely helpless.
I stared for several minutes and then let him down. He was so relieved that he hugged me. I believe that was my first male-on-male contact. It ignited my entire being. That vision of bondage and affection has manifested itself over and over again in my adult life.”
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