Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Another Intro to Bondage

Thursday, October 9th, 2014

This morning Jeff and I met at Hotjava, grabbed drinks and took a walk to get to know each other.  A young man at a young age, adventurous and a naughty boy, telling me his stories of wild times with his friends I was a bit envious of.  We returned to my place and we relaxed a bit before he made it obvious he wanted to cuddle up.

I started talking kink as I held him, and he ended up in my bulldog harness, and my slave collar.  I then tied his hands and legs and enjoyed my helpless prisoner on my bed as we watched a DVD together.  Of course I wasn't paying too much attention to what I put on the TV as I was admiring and enjoying the captured boy in my arms, stroking, and making the submissive boy submit further.  At one point he became so relaxed he fell asleep right in my arms, his head on my chest, his light snores made me smile at the entire situation.

A newcomer to kink, an adorable young boy was in my care, snuggled up in my arms, completely helpless and vulnerable.  He trusted me fully and entirely to rope him up like this.  He rested peacefully, and I simply laid back and relished in the feeling of him in my embrace.

Eventually he woke up, and I untied him but only long enough to blindfold him, guide him to the living room, tie him once more, and then put him under my desk.  I then applied clothespins to his chest as well as his balls.  He acted as a fine footrest for me as I wrote up a blog post and got a few tasks finished at the computer before the pins became too intense for him.  I knelt down and took them off, one excruciating clothespin after the other, before he was completely released.  The noises Jeff made were quite delicious to the sadist settled deep inside of me, he did a fantastic job for his very first time, and earned his reward for trying something new.

I led him back to my bed, laid him down, and lubed up his manhood with Boy Butter, and slowly worked his cock over.  I listened intently to his moans, his strains, his grunts of pleasure, I couldn't help myself and pumped his cock faster!  I was impatient and pushed him to climax!  He deserved it!  He moaned louder, here it comes!  He climaxed and sprayed his beautiful body with his cum in a great splatter of white cream all over his chest.  We then relaxed, and he basked in his afterglow for a while before I wiped him down and led him to the shower.  I sensually bathed him as I usually do with all my boys who cover themselves with fresh warm spunk, holding him closely under the waters.

Once done and dried off, dressed again, I walked Jeff back to his car and said our goodbyes.  I'm sure I'll have him tied again soon.

Play Safe Dear Reader

Friday, November 14, 2014

A Date in Leather

October 1st, 2014

Tonight I met the beautifully handsome Joseph, and we went to Pistons for our first night together.  I arrived off the bus in full leather for the occasion, and he came in with a smile and I immediately liked him.  He's sweet, polite, a fun light energy about him, and a muscled hottie to boot.

We enjoyed some light conversation before grabbing seats for the movie playing that night.  We watched "The Addam's Family" together, holding hands, and stealing kisses.  I was very amused at the situation as a whole.  He just came to Pistons bar for the first time, to meet a leather man for a movie date to watch "Addam's Family".  If that's not one of the more unique and alternative date setups, right?

Following the movie, we headed back to my place and immediately made out, I showed him my leather, and couldn't wait to slip him into a harness, as my bulldog framed his gorgeous body just beautifully.  My leather jacket was next, and I started mentally making him a shopping list for his inevitable future in kink.

Afterward, I stripped us both and kissed him deeply on the bed, I lay him down and told him to relax.  I then took the liberty of worshipping his amazing smooth body of muscular power.  I confessed my muscle worship fantasy of being the shower boy and gym mate of a sexy bodybuilder.  Joining him at the gym for his workouts, and scrubbing him down in the showers without him having to move much for anything, and allowing me the pleasure of indulging in his physique.

My worship of his body on my bed continued, running my tongue everywhere I could, even biting into his thick calves, making him so horny and relaxed.  More kissing until he whispered he wanted to be inside of me.  I felt my face burn red, I wanted it so badly and hearing my wish on his lips made my body shiver in excitement.

I obtained the necessities, he slid on the condom, and lubed us both up generously.  He gently entered me like a gentleman, his manhood filled me in a beautiful way.  He made gentle love to me, it felt incredible.  I moaned and it only seemed to turn him on more, which I wanted more than anything at that moment.  He gasped and thrusted deeper, he felt incredible.  I wanted to have him fill me even more, it all was so wonderful and intimate.  I turned onto my back and he continued to make gentle love to my eager body.  He asked me where I wanted him to blow his load, and I expressed my desire for it all over my chest.

I watched as he stroked and pumped his manhood until he climaxed in a great moan and his cum splashed all over me in great spurts, it felt amazing on my naked body.  I then wiped down and we moved to the shower, continuing our intimacy.  I took my time as I cleansed his beautiful body, washing him down in slippery body wash, massaging his scalp in shampoo, and of course holding him closely and kissing him as much as possible, our wet bodies under the warm waters.

I then happily took him to bed once we finished our shower, we slept naked, wrapped in each other's arms much to my delight, cuddled up nice and close.  It was one of those nights I wished for morning to take its time.

Play Safe Dear Reader

Thursday, November 13, 2014

An Evening at His Boots

September 30th, 2014

Tonight Marc Bellenger invited me over to his home for the evening, after the incredible night a few evenings prior, I lept at the chance.  He arrived in full formal leathers, his Langlitz leather jacket which I just cannot get enough of, leather pants, hi-shine engineer boots, and his leather gauntlet gloves.  He's such a traditional leather gentleman, he even bought my drink for me, and I fell into step behind him of my own accord.  I felt naturally at ease and at peace in my submission.

As much as I may tease and poke fun at traditionalists and men who subscribe to the idea of "old guard" leather, I only do it when they get obnoxious or zealous about it.  In truth, I do find a mild form of what's considered a "traditional" form of  leather protocol comfortable with the right man.  When I am forced into something, or when something is declared socially mandatory is when I resist, question, and become stubborn and mischievous.

Once we arrived at his place, I stripped out of my shirt and shorts into my harness and jockstrap as well as my boots.  I helped Marc with a few tasks around the house before I took my place at his boots, they rested around my neck and on my chest as I sat between his legs in front of the couch.  I didn't watch much TV as my vision was obscured by leather gloves gripping my mouth and face, boots suffocating and choking me, as well as being stepped upon, and crushed between his legs.

  At one point he pulled me up, and wrapped those gloved hands around my neck from behind, forcing me up against the mirror so I could still see the dark gleam in his gaze.  I fell deep into submission, I was Daddy's little leather boy toy, his boot rest.  I belonged under his boots, it's where I wished to be.  I can't stand spankings or breath play, but when Marc did it all I wished was that it pleased him to play with me.  At one point he put his favorite motorcycle jacket on me, and shockingly enough it fit me like a glove!  It felt so smooth and wonderful, like a liquor on my skin.

He dominated me even more, and I wanted nothing but his pleasure, and to earn the two words I yearn to hear every day of my life..."Good Boy."

He said I was a good boy, that I was a very good leather boy!  I was so happy to hear such praise from this dominant and powerful leather man.  As I sat at his boots and wrapped myself around his leg, and lost myself in thought.  This is where I truly wanted to be: in a submissive role.

I found myself in Marc's favorite biker jacket, wearing gloves as I stroked him off, listening to him grunt, and snort, making some very aggressive growls and snarls before he let out a deep scream of ecstasy as he shot out his load.  I was only too happy to make him feel so amazing!

I short while later we set out to return me home, I rested my hand on his leg, sealed in leather, my arm out the window as we drove down the empty streets with the top down, cruising into the night.  It felt like a time shared by many leathermen before us.

I'm excited to see where he takes me next, how deep, how far.  He talks of suspending me in the air from the tree in the yard, he spoke of whipping my back.  I want to please him, I want to make him smile a wicked grin, to ignite that awesome spark when we both snarl and tumble in a roll of fire, feeding off the other's energy in grand passion to fall to the ground breathless and laughing in gasps.

I can't wait.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Roping him at the Bar

Saturday, September 27th  2014

Tonight I geared up in my leather jacket, leather pants, black cowboy boots and matching hat.  I arrived via the bus to meet my boy for the evening at Pistons bar for their cowboy night "Rukus".

Tonight the bar was very empty, and I was the only guy there in anything close to Western gear.  I put my play bag down on one of the patio benches and waited for him to show up.  When he finally did arrive he was wearing the cowboy boots I had told him which were mandatory to wear tonight along with some simple jeans, and a button down shirt.  I beckoned him over with a finger, he started to apologize for being late, and I shut him up by pulling him into a deep kiss.  I wasn't interested in his excuses.  He melted into my embrace, he was mine now, mine to toy with, to manipulate.

I took my time, slowly making out with this lean and muscular boy with beautiful dark eyes and sweet skin to match.  I no longer cared that we were the only cowboys in the bar.  After our lips parted, I reached over and opened up my red bag.  I drew out two chained lengths of my nylon rope, as well as a red bandanna.  I blindfolded him, then tied his hands above his head to one of the posts nearby, the second length of rope bound his legs to the same post around his shins.  He was now helpless, and deliciously vulnerable.  I made out with my cowboy prisoner a bit before unbuttoning his shirt and revealing a sexy chest covered in thick, black fur!

I continued to molest him until the song "Where have all the cowboys gone?" came over the bar radio.  I smiled and used the music to kiss, thrust, and squeeze all kinds of sweet, sexy noises out of my helpless prey.  Once he was thoroughly tenderized and his head reeling, I released him and we made our way back home.  Back at my apartment I stripped him nude and collared him.  I have the boy a bit of Kahlua and some orders to follow, which he performed quite nicely, earning him the privilege of sliding a flavored condom on my dick and showing me just how good a cocksucker he is.  I was so relaxed by his skill that I actually dozed off several times while he serviced me.

I made damn sure he was rewarded for his hard work, clutching him close to me I jerked his sweet, thick, throbbing cock, which had been drooling precum the entire night.  I worked his meat until he shot a fine load onto his chest along with a submissive moan that put a grin on my lips.  After cleaning the boy off, we bedded down, but the boy just couldn't sleep so he took his leave.  He will return though, those moans said more than just "Thank you, Sir."

Play Safe Dear Reader

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Bottoming for a Boozeslinger

Friday, September 26th, 2014

I just got back from hanging out with a bartender I know.  A while back he had mentioned that he always wanted to fool around with me, and we had tried to connect but issues always got in the way.  Then while later we finally were able to set a time and place to meet, get to know each other more, and headed back to his place to get more friendly, making out and cuddling in the buff.

Today we met again at my favorite coffee shop, and then headed over to his place. After a little conversation over bad but amusing gay films we headed into the bedroom and he ordered my clothes off.  As I stripped he revealed his beautiful tattooed body, and we converged on the bed.  Soft kisses, touching, holding, and he began to dry hump my bare ass as well as slap it with his long, beautiful manhood.

He flipped me over and I looked at his handsome face, and admired his masculine features.  His strong arms held my shoulders, and then he slapped my face with his member.  I couldn't wait to have it inside of me.  I opened up an oral condom and slid the green latex over the erect cock of the hot boozeslinger straddling my chest.  I then went to work on him, sucking, and slurping up the mint flavor off his rubbered dick.  I wanted to please my host, I went as far down that shift as possible, I was hungry to suck and I wanted to go balls deep and feel him inside my throat!

He grunted a bit in pleasure and I thoroughly serviced his manhood.  He then pulled out of my mouth and lubed up his rubbered cock.  It was finally showtime.  He liberally lubricated my hole and he slid in quite easily, the slender shape of his long cock hurt a bit at first but soon became very pleasurable as his full length sheathed itself inside my boyhole.  He pumped himself inside of me, taking every inch of him, he stabbed my insides, fucking me very well.  I wanted his cock so much, I wanted it even deeper, harder, I was starving to get rammed!

He flipped me on his stomach, I pushed my ass to his hips, go deep! Go deeper, baby!  Ride me, cowboy! Please!  I was flipped again and fucked! Thrusted into! Soon he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and blew his hot load on top of me.  Thank you baby!  He politely asked if I desired to blow my own load, but I declined.  All I wanted was to serve him with my body, I didn't even give a thought to myself.  A little afterglow cuddle, and post play cleanup, and we looked at a bit of vintage smut he had stashed away.  Leathermen with those sexy handlebar mustaches, young men nude and pounding each other, dirty magazines he used to jerk to, all very hot.

Our visit soon came to an end after that, he kindly drove me home, and I left with a smile on my face, and an eagerness to see him soon once more.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Reminded of My Nature

Wednesday, September 24th, 2014

Tonight Marc and his friend Michael took me out to Pistons for their movie night.  Earlier in the week I had found some of Marc's leather smoking vids on my youtube channel subscriptions, and they really turned me on.  I can't stand the smoke of cigarettes and cigars, as I'm a bit sensitive to it as well as I'm not a fan of the smell of them at all, but watching him strut around in full leather, taking drags and blowing smoke out his nostrils like a dragon is really sexy.

I wanted to be at his boots so badly, my submissive roots tingled as I was reminded of how much I loved to submit.  As much as I highly enjoy being dominant, controlling another man or a group of men, giving direction, being in charge, holding power, it's always enjoyable to just let go and fall to my knees under the power of a strong masculine leatherman.  

At the bar once we arrived in the back yard he pointed to his boots after taking a spot on the side bench and I took my place in front of him, on my knees.  He used me as his bootrest, the hi-shine dehner boots that adorned his feet now lay upon my shoulders! It was an honor to be told to lick his boots, as the previous tongue to worship them belonged to a well-known kinkster and leatherman.  The more I licked his boots, the more I sunk into servitude.  I yearned for that praise of "good boy".  He dominated me with a fierceness I never saw within him before, he is a nasty top and he was holding back, I could feel it. 

Nipple torture, spanking, clutching my neck tightly with both hands, sometimes even denying me air, driving his tongue deep into my ears as he filled them with growls and snarls of filthy talk and what horrible things he was going to do to me!  It terrified and excited me!  It made me wish I could be a real pig!  If there was no threat of HIV or any diseases from sexual conduct, I'd most likely be a huge pig slut boy toy with reckless abandon.  Especially for Marc!  

He worked me over for a long time, and when I was exhausted and worn down, he held me close and tenderly, deepening our forming bond.  I thought of all the nasty play he spoke of, being suspended in his back yard from a tree, whipped with his singletail, made to cry, broken down, have my face mashed into the mud, I want to be his GOOD boy!  I want to be controlled by him!  

I feel like it takes a lot of man to control me, a strong and firm man with a gentle heart but also a nasty streak. I've been unleashed for a very long time, and this fox aches for a keeper!

Once he calmed me down, brought me back to earth, he took me home and I thanked him profusely, eager for the next time...my submissive heart burns for more!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Getting Him Started

Tuesday, September 16th 2014

This afternoon a young man came over and met me at Hot Java.  He's an eager little subby boy who really wants to serve.  He's adorable, pale, and deliciously thin.  After our initial introductions and getting comfortable, we moved our conversation to the park so we could talk more openly about important and intimate details.

We got onto the topic of kissing, and the boy let slip that if I were to kiss him at that moment that he would have found it very hot.  I wasn't about to let a wish like that go ungranted, so I gently grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a nice deep one.  He obviously really enjoyed it, as the next moment we were up and headed to my apartment, with a smile of satisfaction on my face.

Once we were inside, I began his training. His kisses were wonderful, and he looked better without his clothes, he wore an old dingy jockstrap which fit his look rather well.  I gave him his first order, to rub and massage my feet.  He'd never done this before, but he shows promise.  Next was body worship, his lips felt incredible on my naked skin.  I savored this task for a while, making him go up and down my body a few times before praising him on a job well done.

When I ordered him to come and go around the apartment, he did so on all fours, without previous instruction which was very appreciated.  He performed his first domestic chore promptly and correctly.  He calls me "Sir" and "Daddy" and it sounds very sweet coming from his lips.  He does tend to interrupt me when I am giving him orders, eagerly answering with a "Yes, Sir" or "Yes, Daddy", so I may have to administer a spanking punishment so as to correct and refine his performance.  He looks just fantastic in a slave collar, and even more so on my chain leash.

I felt that he had done quite a wonderful job today in his service to me, I decided to reward him with my cock.  I slid on a flavored condom for him, and he eagerly rushed to suck it before I stopped him and told him I hadn't ordered him to yet.  Watching him look at my rock hard manhood like a hungry dog was just so much fun.  I gave him the order and he devoured my dick like he was starving.  He's quite an eager-to-please cock gobbler! WOOF!

After a fantastic sucking, I wanted to give this eager up-and-coming boy a sign of my gratitude for his submission.  I pulled him close to me on the bed, sat him in my lap, and reached around his beautiful naked body and began to work his excited cock.  I slicked up his manhood, dripping with excitement already, and stroked him nice and slow.  I worked him over, listening to him grunt in ecstasy before speeding it up, gripping him, stroking his slippery cock.  He finally let out a loud moan and his aching load blew beautifully over his stomach.  I felt a bit sadistic and kept going, I enjoyed overstimulating his dick, making him squirm in my arms a bit as I continued to stroke his dick, he begged me to stop, and I felt merciful and did so.

I took him to the shower and gently washed him off, cleaned up my new boy toy.  Sensually kissing, caressing, and loving on his slippery, soapy, wet body.  This gorgeous boy is definitely a wonderful slave in training, and he did mention he wanted to get to that point.  One wonderful submission session at a time, of course.  The fun is in the journey.

I'm looking forward to training him and making him an upstanding boy.

Play Safe Dear Reader.