In April 2006 I met a guy on Gaydar who was based in Hastings during our chat he mentioned that he was into punching, but I told him I was not into that and in fact regarded it as a bit dangerous, after all Houdini famously was killed by a punch to an unguarded stomach, and he took that at a time when he was much fitter than I’ve even been.
The top guy said he was fine with that so I said I’d come down.
So down I went , Hastings isn’t the end of the world but it does take a good while even on a god run. Well he had a workmate set up in the kitchen and I’d brought a paddle with me as he said he only had a belt.
Over the workkmate I went and he pulled down my shorts tied of my bollocks and proceeded to redden my arse, taking a couple of pics for me with my camera.
Then we had a break and he made some coffee – I was quite turned on – probably with endorphins and he wanted to tie me to a kitchen chair (with, I understood, the intention of inflicting some tit torture) so he fixed leather cuffs on me to my wrists and ankles.
However he very quickly started in with punching me!
Luckily for me the rings in his cuffs were quite weak and as I stood in a rage they bent and pinged off – I removed the cuffs collected my stuff and walked out while he half apologised as I recall - never to return
I did have some nice bruises from the trip to be honest, shame he couldn't stick to agreed limits...
Again if he'd stuck to the agreed limits over time (and this was a second top I met) the top probably could have persuaded me to do more but some folk ... well
