There is an entire part of my life that I dont mention much... some of my close friends know about this sub culture that I belong to whilst everyone else in my life is completely unaware! When I was a kid I used to think I was a bit freakish.. I liked workmen, loved their dirty gear, the gloves they wore, hard hats etc. I also massively used to get turned on with bondage, and in some weird circumstances as well. My first real experience that I recall of this desire was at my mates house watching the X-Files, this guy was being led down to the electric chair with restraints on him, then was strapped into the chair.... My cock was that hard I could feel the pre-cum coming through my pants. It was so hot, even though the guy wasnt! Even today I love watching executions from films as the bondage is so awesome, would love the feeling of being that tightly strapped down and having something done to me - ok not the death thing but you kinda get my drift! As I left my friends house with a massive horn on the guys from Yorkshire Cable had left a pair of dirty work gloves on a wall, I had noticed them earlier and thought they were hot. As I walked past I quickly picked them up and stuffed them into my pocket. They were red PVC gloves, covered in dirt and smelled of tarmac... I got home and wanked into them.. I wanked into them for a few days then eventually got nervouse that my folks may find them so burried them in the garden. I must have been about 14 and it was awesome... at that point I still hadnt worked out whether I was gay or straight but realised what I was into... wasnt sure I liked admitting what I was into, and supressed it for many years to come but I was very much aware that I may have some perversions! Gloves featured a fair bit in the early part of my life... the dark little secrets I had that I did my best to hide. My nan used to have lots of rubber surgical gloves around the house in order to do her hair, I quickly discovered that these were also awesome! Many a time I would wear them while having a wank, then I discovered that I could put them over my cock and wank into them. Every time I stayed at my nans I would go seek out the gloves, have fun upstairs in the bedroom while my nan was at church and clean myself up. For many years I did this, and to this day no-one knew about it... (that im aware of), was always very careful to ensure that no trace was left behind... well other than a few drops of cum on the bed sheets. My childhood was littered with times when I was still very confused and almost disguisted with myself as to what I was doing. Brought up as a Catholic, attending Catholic school and having religeon thrust onto me throughout my childhood - every wank was followed with a major amount of guilt... and even today this is still there... although these days I feel much less guilty! To continue my perverted theme, I used to have "wank material" which I used while growing up. Some of this I still own... although most people would not percieve this as wank material.... As a teenager, I did not have the pornography one expects, in fact my idea of porn was a picture in "the unexplained" that showed a guy strapped down being operated on.... not really the kind of idea of porn you expect... These days this theme continues, most of the porn I have stored on hard drives and accessible via the TV media system is hardcore... generally guys strapped down in leather and rubber being fucked senseless while they scream into gags or hoods.... you can see how the journey began! I used to also love "Soldier, Soldier" and still have on VHS many episodes! One night in my bedroom on a school night, I experiences something new! Having spent the evening doing school work, in my bedroom with black ash furniture and red carpet - hey it was the 90's anything goes! I had watched "This Life" followed by "Soldier, Soldier" which I had recorded from earlier in the week on my Aiwa VHS recorder - I was a high tech kid! After that I was knackered and it was late... so I crashed... couldnt be arsed with my usual night time wank, but had a huge stiffy from watching soldier, soldier.... The dream that night was absolutely awesome.... I will try my best to remember it.... although it was some erm 12 years ago! I was running away in the village where my gran lives, the place had been heavily bombed but was still recognisable. I was running from the Army as I was an escaped medical test subject. I was dressed in fully army gear hiding from military guys wearing S10 gas masks with SA18 rifles loaded with tranquiliser darts who were after me.... I ran into my nans house, it was empty but a good place to hide as there are many rooms and a loft where it would be easy to hide. I was hiding in the extension when I heard the army storm the house, the next thing I know I have four army guys pinning me to the ground trying to sedate me. The next thing I know I am sitting on a toilet, legs strapped onto the toilet and arms behind back. I try and struggle to get free but I am strung up and cant escape. There are army guys walking around me and doctors in scrubs. They are re-assuring me that everything will be ok, but I have to be taught a lesson. They then proceed to place electrodes on my head and a gag in my mouth. They then instruct me to hold still while they lube my ass. There is a motor that kicks in and a steel pole starts to enter my ass followed by the electrodes kicking in..... At this point I wake up in a huge sweat with cum all over the place.... needless to say I was late for school that day... and discovered how to use the washing machine!