As a journalist who deals with fetishes, I feel that it is important to learn as much about the hundreds of fetishes out there as I possibly can, even fetishes and kinks that I myself do not have an interest in, those which confuse or puzzle me, and those I am completely in the dark about so I may take this new information and educate those who follow me in a neutral or positive way. I feel that information can be a very delicate and fragile thing, one misunderstanding and a misconception can run wild and rampant with little to stop it.
As this next fetish is one many shy away from, it was very important that I gain as much information upon it as possible from a person who is involved with it, as well as keep my own mind neutral and blank.
My friend has told me that you may ask him any questions you may have about his fetish in the comments, and that he shall respond to them. My personal preference is that you all keep it civil, please. The following interview is copied and pasted directly from our email correspondence, I have not edited nor changed any information in order to keep the integrity of the information intact.
Fetish Interview #1 - Scat
1) How did you discover your interest with scat?
I met this Dom online- journalism major, very much my type. We met
in the Wet and Messy room on gay.com. We had phone sex, and
afterwards we got to talking, and it turned into him training me to do
scat over the telephone.
My first real world experience was with a guy from manscat.com. He
saw that I was into star trek, and messaged me, and it went from
there... and pretty soon he was dumping in my mouth and I in his and
then we spent the entire night together cuddled covered with shit. It
was amazing!
2) What about scat turns you on?
The dominance and submission, the fetish, the self-conceptualization
as a scat pig...
It's really hard to explain unless you've done it, but it's probably
the most intense play I've ever done.
3) How does one play in a scat fetish scene? What would you say is common scat play?
One common type of scene is eating/feeding, where one person takes a
dump into the other person's mouth. Other types of play include
smearing, shitfucking (where you fuck an ass full of shit, generally
bareback but sometimes with a condom), and farming (which is eating
turds that you find in public, very rare).
4) How many other people do you know of, just a number, who also enjoy scat play?
I've played with maybe 30 people, but I estimate there are probably
500 gay men in San Francisco into scat.
5) What would you say is a scat fantasy of yours?
My biggest fantasy is to have a live-in scat slave that I could feed
every morning ;-)
6) How do you play safely in a scat scene? What are some risks to health and safety that might arise or exist during play?
Well, the main risk is parasites and Hep A. It's good to be make sure
you're vaccinated for Hep A before starting- I think it's a sequence
of three shots. Also make sure your Top is in good health, and don't
play if you have a stomachache or a cold.
7) I know that this scene isn't very popular, have you ever run into any negative reactions to when people find your interest in scat?
Well, a lot of people list in their profiles "no scat." I've even
caught scat players listing "no scat" in their profiles just to fit in
with everyone else so that they don't scare people away. It's a sad
day when you have to claim not to be into something just to fit in.
The usual response when people hear that I'm into it is, "Oh, I'm not
into that." You're the first person that's really wanted to hear
more about my experiences and learn what it meant to me, and I
appreciate that.
8) How did you overcome the smell of scat?
Practice, practice, practice :). Over time you come to eroticize it and connect it with arousal.
Thank you for reading, and thanks to my friend who took the time to explain his fetish to me.
Play Safe.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Folsom Weekend 2011!
Four days of the most incredible experiences, and a real look at San Francisco, and it is all thanks to Puppy Cockpit! Thank you my dear pup. I deeply appreciate it all!
FRIDAY
My dear puppy Cockpit and I flew up to San Francisco and made ourselves comfortable at the hotel before we headed out to Don Ramon's for the Puppy Supper held by the San Francisco K-9 Unit!
When we arrived they had a little table set up where we selected our meal package and received a colored table card which made it even more fun! Heading up the stairs, the pups had taken over the entire second floor! The balcony banister was covered with white sheets for privacy, and the men were already pupping out in gear, on all fours, collared, and even bounding across the floor in mitts! Those who didn't pup out were standing around in leather and gear chatting at the tables and petting the pups as they whined for attention.
The dinner itself was fantastic, those who were pupping ate out of their dog bowls on the floor, and I had the pleasure of cutting up Cockpit's meal and scraping it into his bowl.
One mistake I made was leaving my plate unattended while I went to the bathroom. As I returned from the bathroom, Dennis mentioned I needed more training as a handler (something I was pretty anxious about the whole night, how I should act around pups and if I was doing a good job as handler), he said "You don't leave your plate alone around these pups." I looked over and sure enough Cockpit was licking my plate clean. I approached him from behind, arms crossed, and said "What do you think you're doing?" He stopped, looked up at me, and made a face as if to say "Oh! You're back early!" before proceeding to try and hide under the table. It was so damned cute (and I had already eaten my fill) that I couldn't be angry at him at all.
After the supper Cockpit and I headed over to the 15 Association where a play party was being held. Signing in, we headed inside to find a large two story play space, I was shown around by one of the friendly and helpful staff members. At the front there was couches and a food table (something I had never seen in a dungeon before, but I hear that in heterosexual dungeons it's actually more common to find one than in gay dungeons. Interesting, possibly a culture thing.), a St. Andrew's cross, as well as a porn corner. Downstairs was the real dungeon where the rules were more strict, as the first floor was more of a social area, where people could talk comfortably, even around the crosses, the downstairs area was strict "dungeon silence" as is one of the rules of dungeon etiquette with the only real noises being slaps of floggers, beautiful moans of ecstasy, screams of pleasure, and "Thank you Sir, may I have another?". After the tour, I stripped down to my leather jock and headed downstairs, after standing and observing the scenes for a moment, I was approached by someone who mentioned he was available to play, he moved in and kissed me, caressing my butt as he did so. Thinking I knew him, I replied that I'd keep him in mind. As he left I noticed his title vest, it was not one I knew, or had seen before and I immediately realized that I had no clue who that man was! I felt angry, who the hell is he to move in on me like that? At least introduce yourself before you kiss someone.
Walking quietly around the scenes in progress, I spotted someone from the Avatar club down in Los Angeles standing against the wall, a tall man with a long white beard and a gentle face. I only barely really knew him, and his name escaped me completely, but I went over and said hello anyway. It was great seeing a familiar face, and I got the feeling he shared my sentiments. We negotiated a scene and went to the back where a smaller room filled with a sickly green light and another St. Andrew's cross allowed us our scene. He bound my arms gently in leather restraints and raised them, rendering me helpless...just as I enjoy it. My body shivered slightly in the cool air on the chilly cross, a few deep breaths later and he began to flog me.
Our scene was simple and pleasurable, the moans of others in the background began to fade, and I entered boy space, I thanked each strike, my heart had ached for this for so long. I had been dominating nearly every scene I have had recently and I really just wished to submit. My dom introduced me to the whip / single tail, which I can't say I am a fan of, it is more annoying than pleasurable for me like someone flicking you to get you angry in class. The scene ending, he took me down and sat with me, bringing me back down. I came close to weeping, I wanted to so badly, I love the catharsis from a good flogging, but something kept me from reaching it this time. When I was ready, he released me from his care, and I wandered upstairs. Tired, but in great spirits.
I made my way to the food table and sampled a cookie, a chip and grabbed another cookie before my scene dom approached me and gave me some sage advice.
"Never eat the food at a play party." he said. I looked up, still halfway in sub space. My mind searched every logical answer that wasn't covered in blur. "Why shouldn't I touch it?" I finally asked, stumped. "Isn't it obvious?" he said, I took another moment and thought more, but came up with no answer. He then took his finger and wiggled it between my butt cheeks, "Oh hey how you doing?"
That sobered me out of sub space like a bouncer hurling a drunkard to the curb. I immediately took whatever I was holding and tossed it in the trash, disgusted. Every time after that, whenever I saw someone reach for a piece of food on that table I felt a little ill. I explored the downstairs once more, and noticed that this dungeon was different than the one at Threshold in a major way. The downstairs was one big room, with two rooms on either side that could have been considered private, but wouldn't pass very well as such. There were four St. Andrews crosses, two against each other in a cluster of four, bondage chairs along one side of the room, and various pieces of play furniture around the center of the room. The major difference was that this play space was very public, a voyeurs dream, there was no intimacy. While this can be fun, I would still prefer a private, out of the way corner where few roam to, but I have no problem being tied to a post or cross in the middle of a room either.
Before Cockpit and I left, Sir Ian commented on how much he loved my hair, as I had recently had it buzzed for the first time the week prior. He also went on to say that if I were to get a pair of bleachers, suspenders, and a Fred Perry shirt that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me! It was very flattering, and I do love the tall boots and thick laces along with bleached jeans, so I may have to set myself up with the outfit sometime!
Heading back to the hotel, Cockpit mentioned that it was past midnight, earlier in the day we had made an agreement to swap roles each day we were in San Francisco to make things interesting and exciting. It was now time for me to take the role of boy from handler. I was excited, as I love to submit, but also slightly nervous. Cockpit had said that I would have to do anything he asked (within limits obviously) and that he can be pretty sadistic and evil too. We crawled into bed, and fell asleep in each others arms. The best place that whole night.
SATURDAY
Handler turned boy, I accompanied Sir Coy and Wolf from the SF K-9 Unit on a grand tour of San Francisco. Traveling through the Castro, up to Coit's Tower, down through Little Italy and China Town. We enjoyed some dim sum, but unfortunately for Sir Coy when he asked for no meat that's exactly what he got, a steamed bun with...no meat! Just the bun! Language barriers are so much fun. Our walking tour ended at Wicked Grounds where we enjoyed a brief respite and a light snack amongst the kinky decorations and things for sale like a fridge magnet set of BDSM Jesus, and plush dolls of STDs. I also met my first "Little", she was dressed like she had just walked off the set of a Shirley Temple film, she was so adorable! She spoke like a small child, and was very cute. She had spoken with Sir Coy earlier and when she realized we were together she said "Oh that's great that you two are together! Because you're awesome, and you're awesome!" That really made me feel wonderful.
From Wicked Grounds we walked to Mr. S Leather, and the store was absolutely slammed, but I would expect no less from Folsom weekend! So many hot, sexy men were in the store, including two very big, very muscled men walking around shirtless who I couldn't take my eyes off of. These guys were big, burly, throw-me-over-your-shoulder-and-take-me-away HOT. Sir Coy saw me gazing after them and said "They just walked off the set of their latest porn shoot." If I didn't already know he was kidding I would have believed him and asked for autographs. (Huge sucker for muscled men here if I already haven't made that obvious.) As I was browsing the toys and gear, I met back up with the Little from earlier, and asked her what a Little was. She said that a Little is someone who is into regressed age play, diaper play can also be included in this fetish, as well as dressing youthfully like she was, and acting like a child. It was interesting to learn, as I had never heard of Littles before. After we parted ways, a few minutes passed before we encountered each other one last time and she ran by and said "Tag, you're it!" before skipping off. She was so damn cute.
As we walked around, Sir Coy asked me to try on a rubber harness, and it felt good. It was an English Bulldog harness, "How's that feel, boy?" he asked, I said it was great but I'd prefer a leather one, as the rubber was a bit too hard for my tastes, and the straps were a bit distracting. He asked if they had any leather ones in stock for me to try on, and they had just sold out a few hours prior. Sir Coy turned to me and said "I'm sorry boy, we'll get you one next time." I stopped and looked at him, he was completely serious. "That was your surprise! I'm sorry." tears welled up in my eyes and I threw my arms around him. It was so sweet, he was going to buy me a new harness! I didn't care about the harness, I was more moved that he would surprise me like that. He had already been so generous with taking me along and paying my way through San Francisco, and now he was going to surprise me with a new harness! I thanked him profusely. We explored more, and I went to the Muir caps on the back wall in the hallway, grabbed one and tried it on for Sir Coy and asked him what he thought. He loved it, as well as the neoprene face guard I had tried on earlier that made me look like a young Sub-Zero from the Mortal Kombat series. At the end of our visit, Sir Coy turned to me and said, "Go grab your hat, we're leaving." Again I was frozen and again the tears came, I wanted to kiss his boots right then and there! I quickly found my size and made my way to join him at the register, I noticed that he was holding the neoprene face guard that I had liked earlier, and my heart swelled. Several times throughout the trip he said to me "A good puppy takes good care of his handler." I am very blessed to have such a generous and giving friend like him!
We headed to the Vagabond on 9th to check in, another plan of Sir Coy's to place us directly inside the festival to make the trip even more pleasurable! Once checked, we met Sir Michael and his boy Dom for dinner at Mel's Diner, had an enjoyable meal, then joined them at the Castro for a visit to Hot Cookie which is a small bakery with hot men plastered all over the walls, and several porn stores. Along the way up the street to the bus station we were greeted by several acquaintances of mine who were also visiting. The really scary part is, that I didn't recognize them at all. I didn't know who they were!
(This has been happening more often. I'm forgetting names, which can be a pain for everyone, but forgetting entire faces, people, and names is starting to really get to me. People get angry or sad when they are forgotten, and the last thing I ever would even think of would be to piss anyone off intentionally or to make anyone feel that I did not care about them when I genuinely do! So if I have forgotten your name or face, please do not take it personally. It's becoming harder for me to remember, if you could help me out and reintroduce yourself to me, I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you so much.)
As we were talking with the group of acquaintances, a drunk woman came up and in a very thick cockney accent, demanded that we all get together so she could get a picture of us. She was very flattering, saying we were all sexy in our gear, but damn if that woman wasn't pushy! Hahaha!
After a short ride back to the Vagabond, and a pleasurable walk behind some hot studs on the way from the bus to the hotel, Sir Coy and I retired to the room where we found it to be past midnight, and Sir Coy became Cockpit once more. He joined me in the shower, and bathed me in the most sensual, intimate way. I love that so deeply, to be lathered and cleaned by another man, especially by one of my close and dear friends.
We fell asleep again in each others' arms.
SUNDAY
The day of the fair had finally arrived! It had only just begun when Coy had returned from Wicked Grounds, raving about all the freakish things he had seen! This only enticed me further! I could not wait for this fair to start! I quickly dressed in simple clothing, there was no time to gear up! The festival wouldn't really start for a while, so we made our way through the blocked off streets and saw tents being set up. People already out and about in gear, a person fully encased in black slick rubber wearing heels, as well as a red rubber fox whose picture I've seen at furry cons around the internet. Coy and I stopped by the K9-Unit booth and said a quick hello before I needed to head back and change for the titleholder introduction. Along the way back, I became very lost, as the fair had sprung up in the short time I was at the booth, the streets had become very confusing and different. Where one cocktails tent had been, three identical ones had sprung up in similar places, making landmarks completely useless and my pigeon-like sense of direction thrown far out the window.
Thankfully I found my way back to the room, quickly changed into my CHP uniform, Muir cap, and aviators that I obtained the night before along with title medal. I looked at myself in the mirror and absorbed my own reflection. I really liked who was looking back at me behind those reflective lenses, who was standing up straight, booted, leathered, and wearing a medal around his neck. I then made my way to the stage, filled with the air of confidence. I felt powerful as I walked down 9th street back towards Folsom, this was to be my first Folsom Street Fair experience, and I was to be introduced alongside every titleholder in attendance!
Unfortunately I got turned around again, and if it wasn't for a two friends of mine, I would have kept heading in the wrong direction! Turned in the correct direction, I headed towards the stage and it wasn't before long that I spotted my dom from the previous evening, the gentle giant. He offered to help me and lead me to the stage, as I rode his wake through the crowds that now began to choke the streets. I am very blessed to know such kind and wonderful people. When I made it to the stage, I was ushered inside the fence behind it, and filled out a small intro card and we were organized by region and area as we were introduced. We stepped up one by one, introduced, and waved to the crowd.
I was on stage at Folsom. Holy shit!
As we stepped down, I introduced myself to Luna, who held a local Bootblack title and very kind words had been said about her. She was very sweet and had a very gentle demeanor which I immediately took a liking to. Her straight, long, white hair gave her a mystical look. Were I straight I would probably have tried to court her. She told me about a party going on at Stompers Boots and invited me along which I graciously accepted. Along the way, I showed her to the K-9 Unit booth, unfortunately Cockpit was out on walkies with Alpha Brue, so we continued on and soon came to the store.
As I was told before, the legendary Stompers Boots was a tiny little shop with a huge stockroom. A few very nice models of boots were on display in the front, a consignment room behind there, and a boot-exclusive area where only those wearing boots were allowed access, which led into the garage where a food spread had been generously laid out for us to enjoy, as well as a pleasant back yard filled with men in all kinds of gear, mainly leather, rubber, uniforms and even cowboys. All of whom were wearing sexy boots of one kind or another. A very delicious feast for the eyes. Meeting with my new producers for my next contest, we spoke for a while before I left for the hotel room, as Cockpit had forgotten his leash. I made my way towards the K9-Unit booth and once I arrived, Cockpit took one look at me and barked his approval and hugged me tight. He had already geared up in pup hood, mitts, tail, and his own invention, puppy pants! I stayed at the booth a while, watching Cockpit pup out before taking him out for walkies. We were barely five feet from the booth before people started asking for pictures!
We eventually made it back to our room after stopping at the Titan Media tent and meeting Jason, whom Cockpit had already made friends with. I swapped my CHP gear for my black leathers and went back to the K9-Unit booth and met back up with Cockpit who was helping them tear down for the day, it was already 4:30pm and things were starting to wind down. I wandered around on my own for a while, went by the Titan Media tent once more and gave my card to Jason, picked up a free calender and had it autographed by Mr. November, the sexy and adorable Jessy Ares who (hopefully) now has my business card! Arf! More wandering revealed a dance party with sexy people on top of huge blocks in the middle of the street, a puppet urinal (basically a guy who had people peeing on him and his hand puppets, go figure), a nude cellist who earned my only dollar, a bounty of naked men and women, lots of exposed breasts (more than I thought I'd ever see in my life as a gay man), a hot porn star who had abs bigger than my face and a body I dream of going to bed on top of (and I had a total starstruck moment, HE TOUCHED ME! AHHHH!) I've always wanted to have a man with a body like that as a boyfriend, god that would be so amazing. So what if he's a gym rat, that means I would get in shape alongside him! Hot man on my arm and my body gets the exercise and training it needs too! Win-win!
Soon Cockpit joined back up with me, after frantically texting me that someone he had set up an appointment with for me was in the area, unfortunately he couldn't get me the number in time before he left, and when he arrived he was crestfallen and claimed he had failed me. I assured him he had NOT failed me in any sense of the word. He is a GOOD DOG and I love him very much!
Later that night we met Brue, Copper, Wolf, and the adorable Spencer at a cafe. Apparently throughout the dinner the group had been making jokes about how Spencer totally wanted me, which totally went over my head. By the end of the dinner, the group was all but shoving us off into the night alone together! Spencer and I went back to the hotel together in the chilly night air, walking through empty streets that had held drunken revelers, kinky freaks, and uninhibited nudists among a sea of discarded beer cups not several hours prior. If you had passed out in the middle of the street at 3:00pm and come to at 10:00pm, you would have thought it was all a wild and crazy dream.
Spencer and I entered the hotel room, finally alone and to ourselves. He stood there in his leather vest, pants, and boots. His body slim, slender, and smooth, I held him close to me. He was so soft, his kiss youthful and sweet. We lay on the bed, kissing, caressing, he even bit me! Hard! I liked it! He had a fun energy! Clothes fell off in pieces, bodies came together, skin against bare skin, and our intimate moments lasted into one another. Energy went back and forth, and I wasn't sure who was playing for dominance, but I didn't really give a damn, he was so cute...so soft...he was all mine for the moment, and I wanted to make him feel wonderful, to give him an amazing night. One thing led to another, I slipped on a condom, and I was inside of him, fucking him. He moaned, and I banged harder, he wanted it! I wanted to give it to him! So cute! So soft! So adorable! He woofed, and I went further! I want to make you feel good! I want to fuck you right! I want to make your night amazing! I want to fuck you until you see stars you handsome, hot, sexy son of a bitch! Soon he reached his peak, he climaxed, and I slowly eased and relaxed, as he basked in his own afterglow. His expression one of bliss, I smiled looking down on him, I made him feel good...and that makes me feel powerful. To bring sexual joy to another man...
Cleaning up, we rejoined the pack at Badlands, smiles on our faces. We entered the club and danced for a while, Spencer was more a wallflower, so after a bit I walked with him to the hallway, my leather had become hot and I was ready to take a rest anyway. He had to get going, and after a few more kisses, he left. Oh Spencer...you sexy fucker...please stay out of trouble and stay clean! A cute young man such as yourself needs to be careful in this world of ours.
I started to feel sick, my throat had a scratch that evening, my nose began to run. Ahh a cold, what a pain, but my experiences this weekend far overshadowed it. Although I started to feel delirious, the heat and exhaustion had gotten to me. We soon left the club, Cockpit running ahead and grabbing me water and juice while Copper, Wolf, and Brue looked after me in my delirium. After the pack dropped Cockpit and myself off at the Vagabond, we went straight to bed, again in each others' arms. I love my puppy.
MONDAY
Today was spent exploring with Coy, my cold had gotten slightly worse, but I wasn't about to let that get in my way! We looked through the Apple Store, Disney Store (did you know they don't sell DVDs in their stores anymore? Weird huh?), jumped a construction barrier and went to the Ghirardelli shop, we then went through Crate and Barrel and squealed over kitchen utensils and furniture (that was probably the gayest thing we did the whole trip, and we were there for Folsom!) Afterward we hopped my first Cable Car and enjoyed a ride over the holy-shit-this-is-roller-coaster-grade-steep hills of San Francisco. We landed at Fisherman's Wharf, stopped in one of the tourist crap shops just for shits and giggles as well as to make fun of the crap that they had there. I mentioned "You have to at least look for the googley-eyed walnuts."...they had "I'm Nuts for my (blank)" with peanut characters. It was too close to my prediction for comfort so we left...frightened.
After a very enjoyable lunch at Flying Ninja, we hopped a cab over the hills, as the cable cars had stopped running for some reason, and the local minstrel was really starting to annoy us. While he was singing "What would you do if I sang out of tune..." I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was already singing off key. During our cab ride back to Mr. S, we saw a skateboarder slaloming down the hill in front of us! The crazy fucker was weaving right in the middle of traffic! Hot stud too!
Mr. S had calmed down significantly since our last visit, and I found Spencer again, and snagged a few photos with him in the changing room before kissing him goodbye. I can't wait to dig my claws into that sexy fucker again...he better keep his ass clean. Woof! Before we left I had the pleasure of meeting the store mascot, a beautiful puppy named Brooklyn! Oh my god he had the CUTEST ears! They looked as if they were half-docked, because he could move them in the strangest and most adorable way!
We eventually made our way to the airport, lots of dragging of luggage, running for the BART train, going through security. When we finally made it to our terminal, I saw who I thought was Wee Man from MTV's "Jackass". I asked Coy if it would be rude to ask if it was him and give him my card, I didn't want to bother him at all, but Coy encouraged me to go for it and after psyching myself up I went over and...found out it wasn't him. Whoops! I apologized and said that he bore a striking resemblance to him, their faces were similar, he said that it was okay and people mistook him all the time. A little embarrassed I quickly made my leave...and then realized he was pretty cute, he even had a nice British / Australian accent that was kind of sexy.
Once our flight was in the air, Coy, who was assigned the seat in front of me, put his hand on my leg the entire flight, and only when we were landing did he finally let go.
I really love my puppy very, very much. I am very lucky and very thankful to have him as my dear close friend. He is a man of integrity, honor, respect, generosity and not to mention sadistic mischief too! Hahaha!
Thank you Coy for such an amazing experience in San Francisco.
Play Safe out there my dear readers.
FRIDAY
My dear puppy Cockpit and I flew up to San Francisco and made ourselves comfortable at the hotel before we headed out to Don Ramon's for the Puppy Supper held by the San Francisco K-9 Unit!
When we arrived they had a little table set up where we selected our meal package and received a colored table card which made it even more fun! Heading up the stairs, the pups had taken over the entire second floor! The balcony banister was covered with white sheets for privacy, and the men were already pupping out in gear, on all fours, collared, and even bounding across the floor in mitts! Those who didn't pup out were standing around in leather and gear chatting at the tables and petting the pups as they whined for attention.
The dinner itself was fantastic, those who were pupping ate out of their dog bowls on the floor, and I had the pleasure of cutting up Cockpit's meal and scraping it into his bowl.
One mistake I made was leaving my plate unattended while I went to the bathroom. As I returned from the bathroom, Dennis mentioned I needed more training as a handler (something I was pretty anxious about the whole night, how I should act around pups and if I was doing a good job as handler), he said "You don't leave your plate alone around these pups." I looked over and sure enough Cockpit was licking my plate clean. I approached him from behind, arms crossed, and said "What do you think you're doing?" He stopped, looked up at me, and made a face as if to say "Oh! You're back early!" before proceeding to try and hide under the table. It was so damned cute (and I had already eaten my fill) that I couldn't be angry at him at all.
After the supper Cockpit and I headed over to the 15 Association where a play party was being held. Signing in, we headed inside to find a large two story play space, I was shown around by one of the friendly and helpful staff members. At the front there was couches and a food table (something I had never seen in a dungeon before, but I hear that in heterosexual dungeons it's actually more common to find one than in gay dungeons. Interesting, possibly a culture thing.), a St. Andrew's cross, as well as a porn corner. Downstairs was the real dungeon where the rules were more strict, as the first floor was more of a social area, where people could talk comfortably, even around the crosses, the downstairs area was strict "dungeon silence" as is one of the rules of dungeon etiquette with the only real noises being slaps of floggers, beautiful moans of ecstasy, screams of pleasure, and "Thank you Sir, may I have another?". After the tour, I stripped down to my leather jock and headed downstairs, after standing and observing the scenes for a moment, I was approached by someone who mentioned he was available to play, he moved in and kissed me, caressing my butt as he did so. Thinking I knew him, I replied that I'd keep him in mind. As he left I noticed his title vest, it was not one I knew, or had seen before and I immediately realized that I had no clue who that man was! I felt angry, who the hell is he to move in on me like that? At least introduce yourself before you kiss someone.
Walking quietly around the scenes in progress, I spotted someone from the Avatar club down in Los Angeles standing against the wall, a tall man with a long white beard and a gentle face. I only barely really knew him, and his name escaped me completely, but I went over and said hello anyway. It was great seeing a familiar face, and I got the feeling he shared my sentiments. We negotiated a scene and went to the back where a smaller room filled with a sickly green light and another St. Andrew's cross allowed us our scene. He bound my arms gently in leather restraints and raised them, rendering me helpless...just as I enjoy it. My body shivered slightly in the cool air on the chilly cross, a few deep breaths later and he began to flog me.
Our scene was simple and pleasurable, the moans of others in the background began to fade, and I entered boy space, I thanked each strike, my heart had ached for this for so long. I had been dominating nearly every scene I have had recently and I really just wished to submit. My dom introduced me to the whip / single tail, which I can't say I am a fan of, it is more annoying than pleasurable for me like someone flicking you to get you angry in class. The scene ending, he took me down and sat with me, bringing me back down. I came close to weeping, I wanted to so badly, I love the catharsis from a good flogging, but something kept me from reaching it this time. When I was ready, he released me from his care, and I wandered upstairs. Tired, but in great spirits.
I made my way to the food table and sampled a cookie, a chip and grabbed another cookie before my scene dom approached me and gave me some sage advice.
"Never eat the food at a play party." he said. I looked up, still halfway in sub space. My mind searched every logical answer that wasn't covered in blur. "Why shouldn't I touch it?" I finally asked, stumped. "Isn't it obvious?" he said, I took another moment and thought more, but came up with no answer. He then took his finger and wiggled it between my butt cheeks, "Oh hey how you doing?"
That sobered me out of sub space like a bouncer hurling a drunkard to the curb. I immediately took whatever I was holding and tossed it in the trash, disgusted. Every time after that, whenever I saw someone reach for a piece of food on that table I felt a little ill. I explored the downstairs once more, and noticed that this dungeon was different than the one at Threshold in a major way. The downstairs was one big room, with two rooms on either side that could have been considered private, but wouldn't pass very well as such. There were four St. Andrews crosses, two against each other in a cluster of four, bondage chairs along one side of the room, and various pieces of play furniture around the center of the room. The major difference was that this play space was very public, a voyeurs dream, there was no intimacy. While this can be fun, I would still prefer a private, out of the way corner where few roam to, but I have no problem being tied to a post or cross in the middle of a room either.
Before Cockpit and I left, Sir Ian commented on how much he loved my hair, as I had recently had it buzzed for the first time the week prior. He also went on to say that if I were to get a pair of bleachers, suspenders, and a Fred Perry shirt that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me! It was very flattering, and I do love the tall boots and thick laces along with bleached jeans, so I may have to set myself up with the outfit sometime!
Heading back to the hotel, Cockpit mentioned that it was past midnight, earlier in the day we had made an agreement to swap roles each day we were in San Francisco to make things interesting and exciting. It was now time for me to take the role of boy from handler. I was excited, as I love to submit, but also slightly nervous. Cockpit had said that I would have to do anything he asked (within limits obviously) and that he can be pretty sadistic and evil too. We crawled into bed, and fell asleep in each others arms. The best place that whole night.
SATURDAY
Handler turned boy, I accompanied Sir Coy and Wolf from the SF K-9 Unit on a grand tour of San Francisco. Traveling through the Castro, up to Coit's Tower, down through Little Italy and China Town. We enjoyed some dim sum, but unfortunately for Sir Coy when he asked for no meat that's exactly what he got, a steamed bun with...no meat! Just the bun! Language barriers are so much fun. Our walking tour ended at Wicked Grounds where we enjoyed a brief respite and a light snack amongst the kinky decorations and things for sale like a fridge magnet set of BDSM Jesus, and plush dolls of STDs. I also met my first "Little", she was dressed like she had just walked off the set of a Shirley Temple film, she was so adorable! She spoke like a small child, and was very cute. She had spoken with Sir Coy earlier and when she realized we were together she said "Oh that's great that you two are together! Because you're awesome, and you're awesome!" That really made me feel wonderful.
From Wicked Grounds we walked to Mr. S Leather, and the store was absolutely slammed, but I would expect no less from Folsom weekend! So many hot, sexy men were in the store, including two very big, very muscled men walking around shirtless who I couldn't take my eyes off of. These guys were big, burly, throw-me-over-your-shoulder-and-take-me-away HOT. Sir Coy saw me gazing after them and said "They just walked off the set of their latest porn shoot." If I didn't already know he was kidding I would have believed him and asked for autographs. (Huge sucker for muscled men here if I already haven't made that obvious.) As I was browsing the toys and gear, I met back up with the Little from earlier, and asked her what a Little was. She said that a Little is someone who is into regressed age play, diaper play can also be included in this fetish, as well as dressing youthfully like she was, and acting like a child. It was interesting to learn, as I had never heard of Littles before. After we parted ways, a few minutes passed before we encountered each other one last time and she ran by and said "Tag, you're it!" before skipping off. She was so damn cute.
As we walked around, Sir Coy asked me to try on a rubber harness, and it felt good. It was an English Bulldog harness, "How's that feel, boy?" he asked, I said it was great but I'd prefer a leather one, as the rubber was a bit too hard for my tastes, and the straps were a bit distracting. He asked if they had any leather ones in stock for me to try on, and they had just sold out a few hours prior. Sir Coy turned to me and said "I'm sorry boy, we'll get you one next time." I stopped and looked at him, he was completely serious. "That was your surprise! I'm sorry." tears welled up in my eyes and I threw my arms around him. It was so sweet, he was going to buy me a new harness! I didn't care about the harness, I was more moved that he would surprise me like that. He had already been so generous with taking me along and paying my way through San Francisco, and now he was going to surprise me with a new harness! I thanked him profusely. We explored more, and I went to the Muir caps on the back wall in the hallway, grabbed one and tried it on for Sir Coy and asked him what he thought. He loved it, as well as the neoprene face guard I had tried on earlier that made me look like a young Sub-Zero from the Mortal Kombat series. At the end of our visit, Sir Coy turned to me and said, "Go grab your hat, we're leaving." Again I was frozen and again the tears came, I wanted to kiss his boots right then and there! I quickly found my size and made my way to join him at the register, I noticed that he was holding the neoprene face guard that I had liked earlier, and my heart swelled. Several times throughout the trip he said to me "A good puppy takes good care of his handler." I am very blessed to have such a generous and giving friend like him!
We headed to the Vagabond on 9th to check in, another plan of Sir Coy's to place us directly inside the festival to make the trip even more pleasurable! Once checked, we met Sir Michael and his boy Dom for dinner at Mel's Diner, had an enjoyable meal, then joined them at the Castro for a visit to Hot Cookie which is a small bakery with hot men plastered all over the walls, and several porn stores. Along the way up the street to the bus station we were greeted by several acquaintances of mine who were also visiting. The really scary part is, that I didn't recognize them at all. I didn't know who they were!
(This has been happening more often. I'm forgetting names, which can be a pain for everyone, but forgetting entire faces, people, and names is starting to really get to me. People get angry or sad when they are forgotten, and the last thing I ever would even think of would be to piss anyone off intentionally or to make anyone feel that I did not care about them when I genuinely do! So if I have forgotten your name or face, please do not take it personally. It's becoming harder for me to remember, if you could help me out and reintroduce yourself to me, I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you so much.)
As we were talking with the group of acquaintances, a drunk woman came up and in a very thick cockney accent, demanded that we all get together so she could get a picture of us. She was very flattering, saying we were all sexy in our gear, but damn if that woman wasn't pushy! Hahaha!
After a short ride back to the Vagabond, and a pleasurable walk behind some hot studs on the way from the bus to the hotel, Sir Coy and I retired to the room where we found it to be past midnight, and Sir Coy became Cockpit once more. He joined me in the shower, and bathed me in the most sensual, intimate way. I love that so deeply, to be lathered and cleaned by another man, especially by one of my close and dear friends.
We fell asleep again in each others' arms.
SUNDAY
The day of the fair had finally arrived! It had only just begun when Coy had returned from Wicked Grounds, raving about all the freakish things he had seen! This only enticed me further! I could not wait for this fair to start! I quickly dressed in simple clothing, there was no time to gear up! The festival wouldn't really start for a while, so we made our way through the blocked off streets and saw tents being set up. People already out and about in gear, a person fully encased in black slick rubber wearing heels, as well as a red rubber fox whose picture I've seen at furry cons around the internet. Coy and I stopped by the K9-Unit booth and said a quick hello before I needed to head back and change for the titleholder introduction. Along the way back, I became very lost, as the fair had sprung up in the short time I was at the booth, the streets had become very confusing and different. Where one cocktails tent had been, three identical ones had sprung up in similar places, making landmarks completely useless and my pigeon-like sense of direction thrown far out the window.
Thankfully I found my way back to the room, quickly changed into my CHP uniform, Muir cap, and aviators that I obtained the night before along with title medal. I looked at myself in the mirror and absorbed my own reflection. I really liked who was looking back at me behind those reflective lenses, who was standing up straight, booted, leathered, and wearing a medal around his neck. I then made my way to the stage, filled with the air of confidence. I felt powerful as I walked down 9th street back towards Folsom, this was to be my first Folsom Street Fair experience, and I was to be introduced alongside every titleholder in attendance!
Unfortunately I got turned around again, and if it wasn't for a two friends of mine, I would have kept heading in the wrong direction! Turned in the correct direction, I headed towards the stage and it wasn't before long that I spotted my dom from the previous evening, the gentle giant. He offered to help me and lead me to the stage, as I rode his wake through the crowds that now began to choke the streets. I am very blessed to know such kind and wonderful people. When I made it to the stage, I was ushered inside the fence behind it, and filled out a small intro card and we were organized by region and area as we were introduced. We stepped up one by one, introduced, and waved to the crowd.
I was on stage at Folsom. Holy shit!
As we stepped down, I introduced myself to Luna, who held a local Bootblack title and very kind words had been said about her. She was very sweet and had a very gentle demeanor which I immediately took a liking to. Her straight, long, white hair gave her a mystical look. Were I straight I would probably have tried to court her. She told me about a party going on at Stompers Boots and invited me along which I graciously accepted. Along the way, I showed her to the K-9 Unit booth, unfortunately Cockpit was out on walkies with Alpha Brue, so we continued on and soon came to the store.
As I was told before, the legendary Stompers Boots was a tiny little shop with a huge stockroom. A few very nice models of boots were on display in the front, a consignment room behind there, and a boot-exclusive area where only those wearing boots were allowed access, which led into the garage where a food spread had been generously laid out for us to enjoy, as well as a pleasant back yard filled with men in all kinds of gear, mainly leather, rubber, uniforms and even cowboys. All of whom were wearing sexy boots of one kind or another. A very delicious feast for the eyes. Meeting with my new producers for my next contest, we spoke for a while before I left for the hotel room, as Cockpit had forgotten his leash. I made my way towards the K9-Unit booth and once I arrived, Cockpit took one look at me and barked his approval and hugged me tight. He had already geared up in pup hood, mitts, tail, and his own invention, puppy pants! I stayed at the booth a while, watching Cockpit pup out before taking him out for walkies. We were barely five feet from the booth before people started asking for pictures!
We eventually made it back to our room after stopping at the Titan Media tent and meeting Jason, whom Cockpit had already made friends with. I swapped my CHP gear for my black leathers and went back to the K9-Unit booth and met back up with Cockpit who was helping them tear down for the day, it was already 4:30pm and things were starting to wind down. I wandered around on my own for a while, went by the Titan Media tent once more and gave my card to Jason, picked up a free calender and had it autographed by Mr. November, the sexy and adorable Jessy Ares who (hopefully) now has my business card! Arf! More wandering revealed a dance party with sexy people on top of huge blocks in the middle of the street, a puppet urinal (basically a guy who had people peeing on him and his hand puppets, go figure), a nude cellist who earned my only dollar, a bounty of naked men and women, lots of exposed breasts (more than I thought I'd ever see in my life as a gay man), a hot porn star who had abs bigger than my face and a body I dream of going to bed on top of (and I had a total starstruck moment, HE TOUCHED ME! AHHHH!) I've always wanted to have a man with a body like that as a boyfriend, god that would be so amazing. So what if he's a gym rat, that means I would get in shape alongside him! Hot man on my arm and my body gets the exercise and training it needs too! Win-win!
Soon Cockpit joined back up with me, after frantically texting me that someone he had set up an appointment with for me was in the area, unfortunately he couldn't get me the number in time before he left, and when he arrived he was crestfallen and claimed he had failed me. I assured him he had NOT failed me in any sense of the word. He is a GOOD DOG and I love him very much!
Later that night we met Brue, Copper, Wolf, and the adorable Spencer at a cafe. Apparently throughout the dinner the group had been making jokes about how Spencer totally wanted me, which totally went over my head. By the end of the dinner, the group was all but shoving us off into the night alone together! Spencer and I went back to the hotel together in the chilly night air, walking through empty streets that had held drunken revelers, kinky freaks, and uninhibited nudists among a sea of discarded beer cups not several hours prior. If you had passed out in the middle of the street at 3:00pm and come to at 10:00pm, you would have thought it was all a wild and crazy dream.
Spencer and I entered the hotel room, finally alone and to ourselves. He stood there in his leather vest, pants, and boots. His body slim, slender, and smooth, I held him close to me. He was so soft, his kiss youthful and sweet. We lay on the bed, kissing, caressing, he even bit me! Hard! I liked it! He had a fun energy! Clothes fell off in pieces, bodies came together, skin against bare skin, and our intimate moments lasted into one another. Energy went back and forth, and I wasn't sure who was playing for dominance, but I didn't really give a damn, he was so cute...so soft...he was all mine for the moment, and I wanted to make him feel wonderful, to give him an amazing night. One thing led to another, I slipped on a condom, and I was inside of him, fucking him. He moaned, and I banged harder, he wanted it! I wanted to give it to him! So cute! So soft! So adorable! He woofed, and I went further! I want to make you feel good! I want to fuck you right! I want to make your night amazing! I want to fuck you until you see stars you handsome, hot, sexy son of a bitch! Soon he reached his peak, he climaxed, and I slowly eased and relaxed, as he basked in his own afterglow. His expression one of bliss, I smiled looking down on him, I made him feel good...and that makes me feel powerful. To bring sexual joy to another man...
Cleaning up, we rejoined the pack at Badlands, smiles on our faces. We entered the club and danced for a while, Spencer was more a wallflower, so after a bit I walked with him to the hallway, my leather had become hot and I was ready to take a rest anyway. He had to get going, and after a few more kisses, he left. Oh Spencer...you sexy fucker...please stay out of trouble and stay clean! A cute young man such as yourself needs to be careful in this world of ours.
I started to feel sick, my throat had a scratch that evening, my nose began to run. Ahh a cold, what a pain, but my experiences this weekend far overshadowed it. Although I started to feel delirious, the heat and exhaustion had gotten to me. We soon left the club, Cockpit running ahead and grabbing me water and juice while Copper, Wolf, and Brue looked after me in my delirium. After the pack dropped Cockpit and myself off at the Vagabond, we went straight to bed, again in each others' arms. I love my puppy.
MONDAY
Today was spent exploring with Coy, my cold had gotten slightly worse, but I wasn't about to let that get in my way! We looked through the Apple Store, Disney Store (did you know they don't sell DVDs in their stores anymore? Weird huh?), jumped a construction barrier and went to the Ghirardelli shop, we then went through Crate and Barrel and squealed over kitchen utensils and furniture (that was probably the gayest thing we did the whole trip, and we were there for Folsom!) Afterward we hopped my first Cable Car and enjoyed a ride over the holy-shit-this-is-roller-coaster-grade-steep hills of San Francisco. We landed at Fisherman's Wharf, stopped in one of the tourist crap shops just for shits and giggles as well as to make fun of the crap that they had there. I mentioned "You have to at least look for the googley-eyed walnuts."...they had "I'm Nuts for my (blank)" with peanut characters. It was too close to my prediction for comfort so we left...frightened.
After a very enjoyable lunch at Flying Ninja, we hopped a cab over the hills, as the cable cars had stopped running for some reason, and the local minstrel was really starting to annoy us. While he was singing "What would you do if I sang out of tune..." I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was already singing off key. During our cab ride back to Mr. S, we saw a skateboarder slaloming down the hill in front of us! The crazy fucker was weaving right in the middle of traffic! Hot stud too!
Mr. S had calmed down significantly since our last visit, and I found Spencer again, and snagged a few photos with him in the changing room before kissing him goodbye. I can't wait to dig my claws into that sexy fucker again...he better keep his ass clean. Woof! Before we left I had the pleasure of meeting the store mascot, a beautiful puppy named Brooklyn! Oh my god he had the CUTEST ears! They looked as if they were half-docked, because he could move them in the strangest and most adorable way!
We eventually made our way to the airport, lots of dragging of luggage, running for the BART train, going through security. When we finally made it to our terminal, I saw who I thought was Wee Man from MTV's "Jackass". I asked Coy if it would be rude to ask if it was him and give him my card, I didn't want to bother him at all, but Coy encouraged me to go for it and after psyching myself up I went over and...found out it wasn't him. Whoops! I apologized and said that he bore a striking resemblance to him, their faces were similar, he said that it was okay and people mistook him all the time. A little embarrassed I quickly made my leave...and then realized he was pretty cute, he even had a nice British / Australian accent that was kind of sexy.
Once our flight was in the air, Coy, who was assigned the seat in front of me, put his hand on my leg the entire flight, and only when we were landing did he finally let go.
I really love my puppy very, very much. I am very lucky and very thankful to have him as my dear close friend. He is a man of integrity, honor, respect, generosity and not to mention sadistic mischief too! Hahaha!
Thank you Coy for such an amazing experience in San Francisco.
Play Safe out there my dear readers.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Upcoming Event and a Thank You.
Hello my dear readers,
First allow me to apologize for the lack of updates in the journal, life has been quite busy and I know you are eager to read more adventures, and I will have more to share with you all very soon! This weekend will be my very first Folsom Street Fair experience! So that means one massive blog post coming soon, as it will be 4 days spent up in San Francisco!
Before I continue onward, I would like to take this time to thank you for reading my blog. As I kept writing, I wasn't sure if anyone out there was really reading it, think of being on stage and performing, but the lights are so bright you cannot see out into the audience, and no one is making a sound if they are really out there in the darkness so you have no idea if the auditorium is packed or empty, but you keep performing anyway just in case they are out there.
As time passed people would mention to me in conversation that they did indeed read my blog and they enjoyed it, and that gives me such a thrill to know that I am giving you a positive and intriguing experience. It also lifts me up when I hear that someone is now curious about a fetish that I mentioned in my writing, or that they learned something new.
So again, thank you so much for reading, I deeply appreciate it!
Now, for the business at hand!
I will be holding my second event "Leather Men and Dogs 2" as California Leather boy 2012 at the Mineshaft Bar in Long Beach, on Saturday October 8th, from 9:00pm - 2:00am!
Here's the address for you:
Mineshaft Bar
1720 E Broadway
Long Beach, CA 90802
(Give yourself time to find parking, and carpool if you can.)
So all you hot and hunky leather men come in your gear! Show it off! All you pups, dogs, and strays come on in! Wag those tails and get on all fours! That's what this party is about, that and raising funds to get my ass up to San Francisco next year for the International Leather Sir, boy, Bootblack contest!
We'll have live music by DJ Dru Wave who spun at my first event, "Leather Men and Dogs", Chewy Morin is back to bootblack, and we have more jello shots! Plus a very special thanks to Skobar Photography for the beautiful photo shoot!
So let everyone know what's going down in Long Beach! I look forward to seeing you there!
First allow me to apologize for the lack of updates in the journal, life has been quite busy and I know you are eager to read more adventures, and I will have more to share with you all very soon! This weekend will be my very first Folsom Street Fair experience! So that means one massive blog post coming soon, as it will be 4 days spent up in San Francisco!
Before I continue onward, I would like to take this time to thank you for reading my blog. As I kept writing, I wasn't sure if anyone out there was really reading it, think of being on stage and performing, but the lights are so bright you cannot see out into the audience, and no one is making a sound if they are really out there in the darkness so you have no idea if the auditorium is packed or empty, but you keep performing anyway just in case they are out there.
As time passed people would mention to me in conversation that they did indeed read my blog and they enjoyed it, and that gives me such a thrill to know that I am giving you a positive and intriguing experience. It also lifts me up when I hear that someone is now curious about a fetish that I mentioned in my writing, or that they learned something new.
So again, thank you so much for reading, I deeply appreciate it!
Now, for the business at hand!
I will be holding my second event "Leather Men and Dogs 2" as California Leather boy 2012 at the Mineshaft Bar in Long Beach, on Saturday October 8th, from 9:00pm - 2:00am!
Here's the address for you:
Mineshaft Bar
1720 E Broadway
Long Beach, CA 90802
(Give yourself time to find parking, and carpool if you can.)
So all you hot and hunky leather men come in your gear! Show it off! All you pups, dogs, and strays come on in! Wag those tails and get on all fours! That's what this party is about, that and raising funds to get my ass up to San Francisco next year for the International Leather Sir, boy, Bootblack contest!
We'll have live music by DJ Dru Wave who spun at my first event, "Leather Men and Dogs", Chewy Morin is back to bootblack, and we have more jello shots! Plus a very special thanks to Skobar Photography for the beautiful photo shoot!
So let everyone know what's going down in Long Beach! I look forward to seeing you there!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Making His Dream a Reality
We all have them, our fantasies, our dreams, I sure as hell have my library of sexual adventures I'd love to see come true. Some of them pure fantasy, some of them pretty realistic, but how many times are we able to the fantasy of someone else actually happen?
Last week I had this opportunity, and I took it.
I had been talking with my friend who introduced me to WAM play, and he let me in on that his fantasy was to be laying on the beach, and to have someone smash a pie in his face. I said I wanted to make that fantasy a reality.
It was already evening when I found myself on the sand, making my way towards the sand dunes where my good friend was, thinking about what I would say, what I would do, growing more and more excited with each sliding step in the sand towards him. He lay there in a pair of swim briefs on a beach towel, his beautiful toned body exposed to the setting sunlight, a fresh coconut cream pie waiting next to his head. It was a dreamy sight.
I took off my shirt, hat, and sunglasses and tossed them in a pile nearby. I knelt down on my knees, hovering over him. I kissed him softly on his lips, his cheek, and down his sexy chest. I whispered,
"You ready, handsome?"
He nodded, "Yeah, be sure to twist it hard."
"You got it, sexy."
Gingerly picking up the pie, I took a finger of whipped cream and tasted it, smiling. "Here it comes!" and I let him have it! It met his eager face so well with a satisfying "splut" sound, I pushed it in firmly, twisting it with a deviant grin on my face! Ohh it felt so good to make someone's dream come true! He was a hot sexy mess, but he cleaned up soon after, smiling through the cream and crust the whole time.
We headed across the beach back to his place, and continued our little scene in his bathroom. The tub lined with newspapers, the pie resting on the counter like before. Stripping nude, and taking the pie in my hand I kissed him deeply, asking him if he was ready, sliding my hand down his sexy body. He was ready, he was eager, he was hard. So was I.
The pie left my hand and exploded onto his face, whipped cream and shaved coconut splattering against the tile behind him in a beautiful way, peeling away the tin, the pie shell dropped to the tub with a sexy spluttering. I wiped his face and slapped the sugary mess all over his chest, rubbing it everywhere, then moving in for another deep kiss. There's nothing quite like a dessert make out session. Absolutely delicious.
Then came the fun part, I stepped into the tub with him and hugged him nice and firm, smashing and smearing the creamy mess all over our bodies. Sliding the cream, filling, and crust between our chests, and smearing a generous amount on my hard member. He eagerly tasted it, much to my delight. The Dark Fox had already slid out of his den again, and greedily took in the whole scene.
Two men, covered in pie, kissing and licking each other in a sweet passionate encounter. Fuck yes.
After things heated up, and I came to a satisfying peak and climax, the newspapers were removed and we shared another kiss under the warm soapy waters as the cream and sugar washed away from our naked bodies, swirling down the drain.
I noticed an interesting fact about myself that night after the water was turned off, and we dried ourselves. My body breaks out with odd, warm, slightly itchy splotches when I'm covered in coconut cream pie. It didn't really make any sense, I've been tested for allergies and I have absolutely no food allergies to egg, milk, or otherwise. I can eat anything and not have an allergy problem, but apparently if my body is smeared with a store bought pie, I break out temporarily. The splotches went away within fifteen to thirty minutes, but it did remind me that one should always check with their play partners about any potential allergens that could not only put a damper on a scene, but cause serious problems.
In any case, I made sure he had a wonderful experience that evening, and he assured me that he did enjoy himself thoroughly. He's such a sexy fucker! Woof!
As always my friends, Play Safe.
Last week I had this opportunity, and I took it.
I had been talking with my friend who introduced me to WAM play, and he let me in on that his fantasy was to be laying on the beach, and to have someone smash a pie in his face. I said I wanted to make that fantasy a reality.
It was already evening when I found myself on the sand, making my way towards the sand dunes where my good friend was, thinking about what I would say, what I would do, growing more and more excited with each sliding step in the sand towards him. He lay there in a pair of swim briefs on a beach towel, his beautiful toned body exposed to the setting sunlight, a fresh coconut cream pie waiting next to his head. It was a dreamy sight.
I took off my shirt, hat, and sunglasses and tossed them in a pile nearby. I knelt down on my knees, hovering over him. I kissed him softly on his lips, his cheek, and down his sexy chest. I whispered,
"You ready, handsome?"
He nodded, "Yeah, be sure to twist it hard."
"You got it, sexy."
Gingerly picking up the pie, I took a finger of whipped cream and tasted it, smiling. "Here it comes!" and I let him have it! It met his eager face so well with a satisfying "splut" sound, I pushed it in firmly, twisting it with a deviant grin on my face! Ohh it felt so good to make someone's dream come true! He was a hot sexy mess, but he cleaned up soon after, smiling through the cream and crust the whole time.
We headed across the beach back to his place, and continued our little scene in his bathroom. The tub lined with newspapers, the pie resting on the counter like before. Stripping nude, and taking the pie in my hand I kissed him deeply, asking him if he was ready, sliding my hand down his sexy body. He was ready, he was eager, he was hard. So was I.
The pie left my hand and exploded onto his face, whipped cream and shaved coconut splattering against the tile behind him in a beautiful way, peeling away the tin, the pie shell dropped to the tub with a sexy spluttering. I wiped his face and slapped the sugary mess all over his chest, rubbing it everywhere, then moving in for another deep kiss. There's nothing quite like a dessert make out session. Absolutely delicious.
Then came the fun part, I stepped into the tub with him and hugged him nice and firm, smashing and smearing the creamy mess all over our bodies. Sliding the cream, filling, and crust between our chests, and smearing a generous amount on my hard member. He eagerly tasted it, much to my delight. The Dark Fox had already slid out of his den again, and greedily took in the whole scene.
Two men, covered in pie, kissing and licking each other in a sweet passionate encounter. Fuck yes.
After things heated up, and I came to a satisfying peak and climax, the newspapers were removed and we shared another kiss under the warm soapy waters as the cream and sugar washed away from our naked bodies, swirling down the drain.
I noticed an interesting fact about myself that night after the water was turned off, and we dried ourselves. My body breaks out with odd, warm, slightly itchy splotches when I'm covered in coconut cream pie. It didn't really make any sense, I've been tested for allergies and I have absolutely no food allergies to egg, milk, or otherwise. I can eat anything and not have an allergy problem, but apparently if my body is smeared with a store bought pie, I break out temporarily. The splotches went away within fifteen to thirty minutes, but it did remind me that one should always check with their play partners about any potential allergens that could not only put a damper on a scene, but cause serious problems.
In any case, I made sure he had a wonderful experience that evening, and he assured me that he did enjoy himself thoroughly. He's such a sexy fucker! Woof!
As always my friends, Play Safe.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
San Francisco: Take Two
This past weekend was another fun one! Sir Patrick was very generous in offering me to go with him up to San Francisco to visit a good friend and boy of his, David, and to enlist my help in assisting the construction of his boy's project for the upcoming Burning Man. Here's what went on!
Friday
Sir Patrick picked me up at home and we started off towards San Francisco in his car. Stocked with a snack and drinks, we hit the road to travel up the 5 freeway. As the cities faded behind us, and we passed beyond the hills, the road gave way to the Endless Nothing. Miles, miles, and miles of golden grasses and hills on the horizon on both sides of the freeway it was as beautiful as it was dull and lifeless. At one point, Sir Patrick took off on a random exit, traveling down some unmarked road, he slowed until he was crawling along the side of the road and then he stopped. It started to seem like a scene out of a horror film. I'm all alone, with only one other man, no one knows where we are, and now he's rustling with something in the trunk. He comes over to my door, opens it, and orders me out of my clothes. I comply and he orders me out of the car. I comply and step right onto a nettle branch, in my socks.
Ow.
Back in the seat, Sir Patrick ties and binds my arms and legs, and then my body to the seat itself. He then gagged me with self-adhesive medical gauze, made his way back to the driver's seat, and we returned to the freeway, his bondage boy tightly secured and gagged. As we turned onto the road and back en route, he leaned my seat back and started to tease me, and I was helpless to do anything! I could only let out muffled groans and moans as he tickled my groin and firmly patted my dick and balls through my underwear! About five minutes in, he said "Now smile and nod at the truckers, boy! They can see inside from up where they are!" A thrill entered me, what would they think seeing a helpless bound and gagged boy in the passenger seat of a random car? Hehehe! I wanted them to look! I wanted to give them something to remember on that long, arduous drive!
As the sun started to set, I was ordered to take the ropes off. After a bit of struggling I managed to get every last one off, and put away neatly. Then the clothes went back on and we continued the long drive into San Francisco.
After arriving at David's house and meeting for a little while and having a drink, I was stripped again and put in a cage on top of a pile of cushions, then hooded with a double layer hood, and left in the darkness with nothing but a bell bracelet. Being buzzed and tired, I passed out soon after. I woke up sometime afterward, the hood was getting to me, I needed out, I softly banged on the wooden beam that went through the cage, ringing my bell. I was released and then put at the foot of the bed, hooked to a chain wrapped to the bedpost as I went to sleep on the floor.
It was perfect.
Saturday
We had breakfast at The Cove in the Castro, I watched many cute, handsome, and hot men pass by, many with dogs. The flat screen TV in the restaurant showed pictures of last year's Folsom Street Fair, a mannequin in a nearby storefront had an anatomically correct (well, maybe exaggerated) bulge to advertise some underwear, and I thought "Wow...I heard San Francisco was laid back, but I didn't know how much! This is great!" The energy on the street was very calm, and the rainbow flags everywhere, including the gigantic one in this area of the city, also made me feel at home and safe. That I could be myself without fear. Something that is starting to wane a bit in Long Beach with the recent hate crimes.
After assisting David with his project for Burning Man, we headed over to Mr. S Leather. I was very excited, I was finally going to see this store! There once was a Mr. S in Los Angeles, but it closed down and you can only imagine how upset I was after hearing "Oh yeah, I got flogged at Mr. S! They actually play with you at Mr. S!"
As we approached, I met with puppy Cockpit right outside, he was here to deliver a present to someone and I was happy I was able to catch him.
Entering the store, I was greeted with the sight of a man on his knees in camo, leather restraints, and a gas mask, displayed in the center of the store above the cash registers. It took me a few minutes to realize that he was just a mannequin, but the first thought that went through my head was "Oh shit, they weren't kidding when they said they played with you!"
There was a dildo room, leather room complete with boots, sleepsacks, dungeon bed and sling, walls and walls of kinky tools, a gas mask corner, a hood wall, a lube wall, a Muir cap wall, and one of the newest parts of the store a sportkit room! The smell of the store also was enticing! The scent of leather, lube, and rubber! Woof! I was also pleasantly surprised to see my friend, Sir Kirk to be working here, among other very sexy men, one of which eventually stripped down to nothing but a chastity device, boots, and a cap. His skin was smooth and pale, a body he should be extremely proud of, and his very cute, very handsome face! Yes Rob I'm talking about you, it was a pleasure to meet you!
While at the store Sir Patrick tried some very flattering gear on, I got my picture taken in the sling and tried on some Muir caps (I'm a size 7 and 1/8th I think), and David flogged me after getting some pointers from a saleswoman who helped him with working with two floggers at once. I was happy to help by being his practice target. I also met with Murdy and we talked about potential photoshoots. I've been thinking about being a gear model for a while, I love wearing gear, and I have to admit I love having my picture taken, so why not make some money with it? I won't do nudes though, my mother would kill me. Heheh.
Later on that night I witnessed a short example of watersports, I had always been curious as to what the draw of it was, and observing it I could get a better idea. However the smell of urine is a definite turn off for me, as I cannot stand strong smells, so I won't be getting into piss play anytime soon. I was also shown a book on the eroticism of enemas, and how it can be very sexual for some men and women. It was interesting, and in reinforced my other observation, that we all discover at least one kink or fetish as children. For example, I remember reading a comic strip in a video game magazine once, the characters were talking about slime. I had no idea why, but I was fascinated and obsessed with that one panel "A little slime isn't going to hurt you." I felt a weird skip in my chest, I was excited, but why? Little did I realize that this was the start of my curiosity with Wet and Messy Play (WAMP) that I would rediscover much later on as a teenager.
We got dressed for the evening out, Sir Patrick dressed in David's one-piece motorcycle suit and heavy boots, my god, if the boots weren't covered with dirt I would have serviced them right there! We then headed out to the bars and hit Powerhouse first. We had heard that Knotty Brent would be doing a show/demo there so I was eager to see him again, I had first met him and one of the stage subs, Jesabelle, on my first trip up to San Francisco when I ran with the K-9 Unit at Six Flags.
The energy inside was hot! Dirty, sleazy, kinky energy, and in a good sexy way! I watched Knotty Brent for a while, and then when there was an opportunity I said hello and asked if I could volunteer for his next segment. Unfortunately the demos were preset and he had to go through a lot of paperwork to get to present, so he was unable to accept volunteers. It was what it was, so I watched a little while longer before heading to the back. The bar was absolutely packed, you had to push through to get in any direction, the music was excellent, the energy was high and intense, the heat was sweltering, and here I was pushing through a crowd of sweaty men in full leather gear. When I made it to the back there was another bar and a dance floor with one sexy slim, muscled motherfucker on the square in the smallest little speedo and a puppy hood. This handsome son of a bitch was really into it, dripping with either oil or sweat, and dancing like a slut! I eagerly observed him in the red light, the lasers spilling over his hot body, as he danced eyes closed in go-go boy ecstasy. Oh the things I'd do to him...drag him into the night, never to be seen again until three days later, completely spent and ragged, but I would make damn sure a big smile would be plastered on his face when he surfaced again.
I explored the back alley for a minute to get some air, the club was getting very hot, and I heard that sometimes you'd catch someone giving a blowjob. It intrigued me, I'm not into random encounters, far too many risks involved, but seeing someone else get their rocks off can be fun. When I got back there it was pretty deadpan, guys, but none my type, and all were smoking like chimneys. Back inside, headed towards the front again. Then I felt my energy take a negative slide. I suddenly wasn't having fun anymore. I felt annoyed, I took off my jacket and vest, and hung around Sir Patrick and David while they fooled around with the photo machine and had another drink. I noticed that Brent was at the bottom of his own drink so I went and refilled one for him. I felt a little better, I tend to feel great when I'm helping someone out, even if it's a miniscule thing like a drink. I'm still figuring myself out, why did my energy drop like that? In any case, before we left, Rob from Mr. S entered, looking very handsome in his leather gear, and he introduced me to his partner who is a very lucky man! From the Powerhouse we went to another bar named Kok, but the place was dead, so we made our way to another bar named Hole in the Wall, spent some time there, and then went home for the night.
Sunday
After a very nice breakfast, Sir Patrick and I made our very long drive home down the 5 freeway, through the California Grand Nothing, during which my mind wandered as it usually does. We stopped by a gas station and stocked up on piles of junk food. Oh it was awful, cheese puffs, soda, chips, candy...I only eat like that once in a great while and feel SO bad when I do! But I'll be damned if I don't enjoy it!
During the ride home, I escaped into my own head, and did some digging. I want a scene so bad. I want a long, drawn out, dark, kinky scene. I want to be taken down into the depths of a dark dungeon by a muscular man dressed in tight slick rubber, black as the most dirty thoughts a man can think up, wearing a gas mask, long slick gloves, and tall shiny boots. I want him to fill me, make me moan, make me beg for more, tie my hands above my head in the middle of his dungeon, naked and helpless, the warm air circulating around my exposed body as he slicks me up with lube until I shimmer in the dim light. Send me into ecstasy Rubber Man...I want...I want to be your boy slave...treat me right...please.
Upon getting halfway to Long Beach after a short stop at Sir Patrick's house, I realized I had left my phone on his dining table. Ugh, stupid boy! We turned around and Sir Patrick generously let me stay the night on his couch, and puppy Cockpit came and picked me up for work the next morning, being the amazing puppy he is.
And so ends my second adventure to San Francisco.
Friday
Sir Patrick picked me up at home and we started off towards San Francisco in his car. Stocked with a snack and drinks, we hit the road to travel up the 5 freeway. As the cities faded behind us, and we passed beyond the hills, the road gave way to the Endless Nothing. Miles, miles, and miles of golden grasses and hills on the horizon on both sides of the freeway it was as beautiful as it was dull and lifeless. At one point, Sir Patrick took off on a random exit, traveling down some unmarked road, he slowed until he was crawling along the side of the road and then he stopped. It started to seem like a scene out of a horror film. I'm all alone, with only one other man, no one knows where we are, and now he's rustling with something in the trunk. He comes over to my door, opens it, and orders me out of my clothes. I comply and he orders me out of the car. I comply and step right onto a nettle branch, in my socks.
Ow.
Back in the seat, Sir Patrick ties and binds my arms and legs, and then my body to the seat itself. He then gagged me with self-adhesive medical gauze, made his way back to the driver's seat, and we returned to the freeway, his bondage boy tightly secured and gagged. As we turned onto the road and back en route, he leaned my seat back and started to tease me, and I was helpless to do anything! I could only let out muffled groans and moans as he tickled my groin and firmly patted my dick and balls through my underwear! About five minutes in, he said "Now smile and nod at the truckers, boy! They can see inside from up where they are!" A thrill entered me, what would they think seeing a helpless bound and gagged boy in the passenger seat of a random car? Hehehe! I wanted them to look! I wanted to give them something to remember on that long, arduous drive!
As the sun started to set, I was ordered to take the ropes off. After a bit of struggling I managed to get every last one off, and put away neatly. Then the clothes went back on and we continued the long drive into San Francisco.
After arriving at David's house and meeting for a little while and having a drink, I was stripped again and put in a cage on top of a pile of cushions, then hooded with a double layer hood, and left in the darkness with nothing but a bell bracelet. Being buzzed and tired, I passed out soon after. I woke up sometime afterward, the hood was getting to me, I needed out, I softly banged on the wooden beam that went through the cage, ringing my bell. I was released and then put at the foot of the bed, hooked to a chain wrapped to the bedpost as I went to sleep on the floor.
It was perfect.
Saturday
We had breakfast at The Cove in the Castro, I watched many cute, handsome, and hot men pass by, many with dogs. The flat screen TV in the restaurant showed pictures of last year's Folsom Street Fair, a mannequin in a nearby storefront had an anatomically correct (well, maybe exaggerated) bulge to advertise some underwear, and I thought "Wow...I heard San Francisco was laid back, but I didn't know how much! This is great!" The energy on the street was very calm, and the rainbow flags everywhere, including the gigantic one in this area of the city, also made me feel at home and safe. That I could be myself without fear. Something that is starting to wane a bit in Long Beach with the recent hate crimes.
After assisting David with his project for Burning Man, we headed over to Mr. S Leather. I was very excited, I was finally going to see this store! There once was a Mr. S in Los Angeles, but it closed down and you can only imagine how upset I was after hearing "Oh yeah, I got flogged at Mr. S! They actually play with you at Mr. S!"
As we approached, I met with puppy Cockpit right outside, he was here to deliver a present to someone and I was happy I was able to catch him.
Entering the store, I was greeted with the sight of a man on his knees in camo, leather restraints, and a gas mask, displayed in the center of the store above the cash registers. It took me a few minutes to realize that he was just a mannequin, but the first thought that went through my head was "Oh shit, they weren't kidding when they said they played with you!"
There was a dildo room, leather room complete with boots, sleepsacks, dungeon bed and sling, walls and walls of kinky tools, a gas mask corner, a hood wall, a lube wall, a Muir cap wall, and one of the newest parts of the store a sportkit room! The smell of the store also was enticing! The scent of leather, lube, and rubber! Woof! I was also pleasantly surprised to see my friend, Sir Kirk to be working here, among other very sexy men, one of which eventually stripped down to nothing but a chastity device, boots, and a cap. His skin was smooth and pale, a body he should be extremely proud of, and his very cute, very handsome face! Yes Rob I'm talking about you, it was a pleasure to meet you!
While at the store Sir Patrick tried some very flattering gear on, I got my picture taken in the sling and tried on some Muir caps (I'm a size 7 and 1/8th I think), and David flogged me after getting some pointers from a saleswoman who helped him with working with two floggers at once. I was happy to help by being his practice target. I also met with Murdy and we talked about potential photoshoots. I've been thinking about being a gear model for a while, I love wearing gear, and I have to admit I love having my picture taken, so why not make some money with it? I won't do nudes though, my mother would kill me. Heheh.
Later on that night I witnessed a short example of watersports, I had always been curious as to what the draw of it was, and observing it I could get a better idea. However the smell of urine is a definite turn off for me, as I cannot stand strong smells, so I won't be getting into piss play anytime soon. I was also shown a book on the eroticism of enemas, and how it can be very sexual for some men and women. It was interesting, and in reinforced my other observation, that we all discover at least one kink or fetish as children. For example, I remember reading a comic strip in a video game magazine once, the characters were talking about slime. I had no idea why, but I was fascinated and obsessed with that one panel "A little slime isn't going to hurt you." I felt a weird skip in my chest, I was excited, but why? Little did I realize that this was the start of my curiosity with Wet and Messy Play (WAMP) that I would rediscover much later on as a teenager.
We got dressed for the evening out, Sir Patrick dressed in David's one-piece motorcycle suit and heavy boots, my god, if the boots weren't covered with dirt I would have serviced them right there! We then headed out to the bars and hit Powerhouse first. We had heard that Knotty Brent would be doing a show/demo there so I was eager to see him again, I had first met him and one of the stage subs, Jesabelle, on my first trip up to San Francisco when I ran with the K-9 Unit at Six Flags.
The energy inside was hot! Dirty, sleazy, kinky energy, and in a good sexy way! I watched Knotty Brent for a while, and then when there was an opportunity I said hello and asked if I could volunteer for his next segment. Unfortunately the demos were preset and he had to go through a lot of paperwork to get to present, so he was unable to accept volunteers. It was what it was, so I watched a little while longer before heading to the back. The bar was absolutely packed, you had to push through to get in any direction, the music was excellent, the energy was high and intense, the heat was sweltering, and here I was pushing through a crowd of sweaty men in full leather gear. When I made it to the back there was another bar and a dance floor with one sexy slim, muscled motherfucker on the square in the smallest little speedo and a puppy hood. This handsome son of a bitch was really into it, dripping with either oil or sweat, and dancing like a slut! I eagerly observed him in the red light, the lasers spilling over his hot body, as he danced eyes closed in go-go boy ecstasy. Oh the things I'd do to him...drag him into the night, never to be seen again until three days later, completely spent and ragged, but I would make damn sure a big smile would be plastered on his face when he surfaced again.
I explored the back alley for a minute to get some air, the club was getting very hot, and I heard that sometimes you'd catch someone giving a blowjob. It intrigued me, I'm not into random encounters, far too many risks involved, but seeing someone else get their rocks off can be fun. When I got back there it was pretty deadpan, guys, but none my type, and all were smoking like chimneys. Back inside, headed towards the front again. Then I felt my energy take a negative slide. I suddenly wasn't having fun anymore. I felt annoyed, I took off my jacket and vest, and hung around Sir Patrick and David while they fooled around with the photo machine and had another drink. I noticed that Brent was at the bottom of his own drink so I went and refilled one for him. I felt a little better, I tend to feel great when I'm helping someone out, even if it's a miniscule thing like a drink. I'm still figuring myself out, why did my energy drop like that? In any case, before we left, Rob from Mr. S entered, looking very handsome in his leather gear, and he introduced me to his partner who is a very lucky man! From the Powerhouse we went to another bar named Kok, but the place was dead, so we made our way to another bar named Hole in the Wall, spent some time there, and then went home for the night.
Sunday
After a very nice breakfast, Sir Patrick and I made our very long drive home down the 5 freeway, through the California Grand Nothing, during which my mind wandered as it usually does. We stopped by a gas station and stocked up on piles of junk food. Oh it was awful, cheese puffs, soda, chips, candy...I only eat like that once in a great while and feel SO bad when I do! But I'll be damned if I don't enjoy it!
During the ride home, I escaped into my own head, and did some digging. I want a scene so bad. I want a long, drawn out, dark, kinky scene. I want to be taken down into the depths of a dark dungeon by a muscular man dressed in tight slick rubber, black as the most dirty thoughts a man can think up, wearing a gas mask, long slick gloves, and tall shiny boots. I want him to fill me, make me moan, make me beg for more, tie my hands above my head in the middle of his dungeon, naked and helpless, the warm air circulating around my exposed body as he slicks me up with lube until I shimmer in the dim light. Send me into ecstasy Rubber Man...I want...I want to be your boy slave...treat me right...please.
Upon getting halfway to Long Beach after a short stop at Sir Patrick's house, I realized I had left my phone on his dining table. Ugh, stupid boy! We turned around and Sir Patrick generously let me stay the night on his couch, and puppy Cockpit came and picked me up for work the next morning, being the amazing puppy he is.
And so ends my second adventure to San Francisco.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
The Gain and Loss.
For a little while I have been training a boy.
We had a wonderful meet earlier this week, the moment he came inside my apartment we started kissing, and he has a nice set of soft lips that just accept you into the kiss. I wanted him so bad.
I wanted to get him good and riled up, as we went even further clothes were ripped off, and bodies embraced on my bed for a while, kissing and necking. He even went so far as to go down on me, fucking god it felt amazing, his first dick and it was mine! Oh and he's a natural!
I got him on his feet and I shoved him up against the wall. The Dark Fox crawled out of his den and took control, growling and snarling, his maw drooling for this young man's flesh, fangs digging into his shoulder. I ordered him on the bathroom floor and went to my fridge and grabbed the syrups, I'd be damned if I was going to let him leave without having some messy fun!
Drizzling the maple first, a line down his middle, and my tongue followed it up ending in his mouth with a sweet kiss. The chocolate followed in a zig-zag down his sexy, slim, hairless chest. I lapped it up greedily, spilling it in his mouth. I grabbed the shaving cream and smeared it everywhere, his body was my canvas to paint on, and it held a messy, sticky work of sexy, hot art after I was done! Then the finale, I gave him the tightest hug I could on the floor! Oh hot damn, that felt so wonderful! The syrup remnants, the shaving cream, such a smooth and slippery embrace. My body sliding against his, and our lips meeting in sugary sweet kisses. The heat was on full blast, we were so ready. He begged me to explode on him, he wanted my seed on his chest, and I was only too happy to oblige. The Dark Fox growling, the boy begging, I looked in the mirror, covered in mess. It was an outstanding explosion.
We shared a nice warm shower together, his beautiful wet body against mine, his cute face smiling at me. It was so hard to shut the water off. After the shower, we hung out together for a while, and then he headed home for the night.
However...some things must come to an end...
Yesterday I received a call from my boy and he explained that he just wasn't feeling it. That physically it felt good for him, but sexually he felt uncomfortable, that he did not believe he was gay. We talked a little more, and then hung up.
I felt lightly sad at first, but I knew that this is natural, he is only 18, still a young man developing into himself. Exploring ventures, experimenting sexually. However, as the evening progressed, I felt worse and worse. I was depressed, disappointed, and even heartbroken. I called my friends and spoke with them about it, Sir Michael and Sir Coy both helped me out and gave me support. Sir Coy joked that I was so damn good that I ended up turning him straight. When I got home that night I did end up crying a little, I lost a play partner, a pupil...we said that we'd stay friends, but the future tends to be uncertain.
I'm going to really miss playing with him.
We had a wonderful meet earlier this week, the moment he came inside my apartment we started kissing, and he has a nice set of soft lips that just accept you into the kiss. I wanted him so bad.
I wanted to get him good and riled up, as we went even further clothes were ripped off, and bodies embraced on my bed for a while, kissing and necking. He even went so far as to go down on me, fucking god it felt amazing, his first dick and it was mine! Oh and he's a natural!
I got him on his feet and I shoved him up against the wall. The Dark Fox crawled out of his den and took control, growling and snarling, his maw drooling for this young man's flesh, fangs digging into his shoulder. I ordered him on the bathroom floor and went to my fridge and grabbed the syrups, I'd be damned if I was going to let him leave without having some messy fun!
Drizzling the maple first, a line down his middle, and my tongue followed it up ending in his mouth with a sweet kiss. The chocolate followed in a zig-zag down his sexy, slim, hairless chest. I lapped it up greedily, spilling it in his mouth. I grabbed the shaving cream and smeared it everywhere, his body was my canvas to paint on, and it held a messy, sticky work of sexy, hot art after I was done! Then the finale, I gave him the tightest hug I could on the floor! Oh hot damn, that felt so wonderful! The syrup remnants, the shaving cream, such a smooth and slippery embrace. My body sliding against his, and our lips meeting in sugary sweet kisses. The heat was on full blast, we were so ready. He begged me to explode on him, he wanted my seed on his chest, and I was only too happy to oblige. The Dark Fox growling, the boy begging, I looked in the mirror, covered in mess. It was an outstanding explosion.
We shared a nice warm shower together, his beautiful wet body against mine, his cute face smiling at me. It was so hard to shut the water off. After the shower, we hung out together for a while, and then he headed home for the night.
However...some things must come to an end...
Yesterday I received a call from my boy and he explained that he just wasn't feeling it. That physically it felt good for him, but sexually he felt uncomfortable, that he did not believe he was gay. We talked a little more, and then hung up.
I felt lightly sad at first, but I knew that this is natural, he is only 18, still a young man developing into himself. Exploring ventures, experimenting sexually. However, as the evening progressed, I felt worse and worse. I was depressed, disappointed, and even heartbroken. I called my friends and spoke with them about it, Sir Michael and Sir Coy both helped me out and gave me support. Sir Coy joked that I was so damn good that I ended up turning him straight. When I got home that night I did end up crying a little, I lost a play partner, a pupil...we said that we'd stay friends, but the future tends to be uncertain.
I'm going to really miss playing with him.
Another Fetish Weekend!
Friday
The weekend all started with So CA Bondage Club, took a friend of mine, A. up to the club for his first time and introduced him to the boys. I had taken it upon myself to provide new music to the club atmosphere, as music actually plays a vital role in either enhancing or degrading a sexual experience so I was very nervous at first to see if the guys enjoyed it. Thankfully I was told by Alpha Sir that I had made a good selection later on that night. When introductions were over, Alpha Sir Patrick taught us how to make a basic rope harness, taking this new skill and my handsome sub for the night, I practiced in the Spider Web Room. I became frustrated with how it was (or wasn't) turning out, so I abandoned the harness altogether and dominated him.
I've been feeling a beast coming out of me lately, slowly pushing open a door inside and slipping itself out into the night. The more I twisted his nipples, kissed his neck, the more he gasped, the more he moaned, it all just splashed kerosene on a fire. A rabid Fox came out of me, he had come out once before, but he was flogged out for only a moment before he vanished back inside my chest. Now nothing was keeping him back, the Fox came out and bit his neck, licked his face, caressed his dark skin, twisted his nipples even harder. Grrr! FUCK it was hot! I caught myself in the mirror and saw the Fox staring back at me, eyes of darkness, of intensity, I almost wanted to fight him just to dominate him too, to fuck the shit out of him! Then I realized that was me staring at my own reflection. I felt like an animal...and I loved it.
The fires died down eventually, and I brought him back down, the Fox relaxed and slipped back inside, but didn't close the door behind him. Instead he sat at the threshold and peered outside, his eyes glowing in the dim light. I loosed my friend upon the club to explore while I collapsed in one of the leather couches by the Main Room door.
My boy Marc, whom I met at my Mr. Long Beach Leather contest came up to me and gave me a much needed deep kiss and some tender affection. We were approached by an acquaintance of mine who I had played with once before. He offered to teach us how to tie knots, I was feeling tired and slightly annoyed (someone had come by the door during my last scene and said something while I was practicing my harness. It really distracted me and pulled me out of Dom space. Guys, please do not talk to people in a scene! It's really rude, no matter what your intent may be.) but I got up and followed them to the Jail Cell room. I watched for a little while but then left soon after, I was just not into it, and someone had approached me and began to flirt. I was really not interested and just becoming more annoyed. I wanted out of my leather, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Now mind you at this point I had not gotten off for a solid 7 or so days, and each day of this week had been a tease of some kind. Hot guys jogging shirtless, the sweat on their backs shimmering in the hot sun; forbidden crushes I have who sweetly smile and talk to me, men who I wanted so eagerly to play with and had plans to meet becoming unable to visit, all week long. So I was pretty pissed being so fucking horny and irritated.
Relieving myself and then stripping out of my leather down to nothing but my little black Jagermeister thong, I reentered the dungeon, put my clothes away, and wandered the hall. I entered the Jail Cell and found my boy, along with several other men, tying my acquaintance from earlier down to the bondage table, and then proceeding to lube up his member and jerk him. I watched for a little while, sitting in the wooden bondage chair, before becoming slightly hungry and realizing that my piss-poor mood was probably due to having low blood sugar. Leaving the dungeon and slipping into the kitchen, a bottle of water and a granola bar later (both donated by Sir Patrick that night) and I was much better.
Making my way back to the Main Room I was invited over to the couch where Alpha Sir was seated, his partner at his boots, and a new friend, boy D. on one side. I leaped at the chance! I hadn't seen him in what felt like ages, resting my head on his lap, curling up next to his leather-clad body, I felt at home. Voices wafted over my head in conversation, I was too far away in subspace. So happy to be in Alpha Sir's lap. I picked up a piece of conversation and my ears perked,
"...bondage night sleep over."
"Oh like a Threshold lock-in."
Oh my god...what an amazing idea...sleeping here? Overnight? Spending a night in a sex dungeon, and possibly with my Alpha Sir...oh god, what a thrilling experience that would be! Soon my friend came up to me and let me know that it was time for him to leave, so after saying my goodbyes we left. Along the drive home, we stopped by this bizarre restaurant called Boulevard Burgers. It was as if Mexican and North American cultures collided head on at 80MPH and the resulting crash created a 24 Hour burger restaurant. After dinner we continued down to Long Beach, and upon arriving home I crashed when my head hit the pillow.
Saturday
The morning came early for me, 7:00am, and I had gone to bed perhaps around 2:30am or 3:00am. Nevertheless I had duties to perform. I attended the United Fetishists Long Beach meeting, and discussed the business that needed to be discussed. Then my dear friend Sir Coy, A.K.A. Puppy Cockpit came and picked me up and we headed down to the beach to meet up with his room mate, his wife, and a baby cousin of theirs whom they borrowed for the weekend. As we were walking towards where they were, Sir Coy. turns to me and says firmly. "Behave." We approach and I am met with a beautiful sight of a real CHP officer in nothing but blue and white swim trunks, his smooth, sexy abs and chest, masculine sunglasses on his handsome smiling face. Oh gods why do you tease me so? I envy the nights his wife enjoys, which I am sure she is thankful for...she better be.
Later that day, after we had left the beach, and after much admiration of this sexy cop on the sand, Sir Coy. and I met up again after I dressed in my gear, and he drove me up to Pistons for Ignition. On the way he handed me a pair of tiny keys and patted his crotch. "What are these?" He looked at me and smiled and told me I held the keys to his chastity. I had never held that type of power over someone before, I didn't really feel any different, but it felt fragile in a way, delicate. I held the only way out of a device that kept him from pleasing himself and other people from pleasing him.
Arriving I found Alpha Sir and spoke with him about the evening, then spoke with Koby and found that I needed to let people know that if they wanted to play, they needed to sign a waiver. Finding Sir Coy, Evan and his boy Neal, and Kieron I let them know what I had just learned. Suddenly someone strapped a gag over my mouth and locked it, turning I found it was Sir Coy. Evan piped up "Oh no, did you sign the waiver? You have to sign the waiver to play!" I love these bastards.
I was approached by Alpha Sir and asked to get up on stage where he proceeded to do another harness demonstration like the one last night using me as his (very happy) demo boy. Gagged and tied, I stood up on stage struggling against the ropes as he helped teach Sir Coy and another audience volunteer. After the scene was finished, I was released and later told that Koby wanted me under the boot blacking bike. You got it! When I went over, another man had already jumped on and Koby was just waiting his turn, so in the mean time Dennis asked if I wanted to get shocked, remembering the introduction to electro play I had with him at Long Beach Pride this year, I agreed and he strapped me to the aluminum St. Andrew's cross and whipped out his violet wand. (For more information on Violet Wands please check this out.) He grazed the wand across my bare chest and arms, the sparks shocking me and I roared, the Fox was starting to come out again, do it again! Make him come out! Wait...I feel lightheaded. The scene ended there, as I started to feel dizzy and weak, untied and seated he told me that people have different tolerances to electricity which was slightly disappointing. Kieron then asked if he could be next, watching him get tied to the cross, his beautiful, sexy body under the soft red light of the bar patio. Nothing but his thin leather jock strap, his sweet, handsome face scrunching up into an adorable grimace each time he was shocked...I want to do such beautiful things to this handsome man. Beautiful, sensual, sexy things...I want to make him feel amazing. If I could make him moan or scream in ecstasy I would feel that I could conquer the world.
Soon a new face wandered by and I said hello, introducing myself I found him to be new to the scene and a perfect person to teach as he did show a spark of curiosity (let's turn that into a raging inferno for you!) so I told him if he wanted to learn more about electro play, to introduce himself to Dennis. He said that he was interested in bondage, so I took his hand and led him over to where Alpha Sir was seated and introduced them. If anyone was to learn rope bondage, I know Alpha Sir is a great person to talk to! Just as I had introduced them, Koby snagged me and threw me under the bike after I had stripped to my thong. Roped to the bike, I was in the perfect place to watch a pair of hot, sexy harness boots get blacked, and to provide him with something pleasing to look at. Then Alex Kitay appeared...
Alex is Sir Michael's boy. Alex and Michael like to play. Hard. I heard through another boy that Michael gets off on making his subs cry. Alex then waved a small flogger in front of me.
"Oh, shit!"
He placed a shot of Jagermeister in my crotch and said I should do my best not to spill it. He then proceeded to flick and whip my chest until it went pink, god it stung! Between slapping and stinging my chest, he gave me sips of the shot. I was buzzed and red by the end of the session, then my boy Marc came to me and mentioned that if he was going to take me home, he'd like to do so and still have time to play with me. I got dressed and said farewells, and Marc drove me home.
Arriving at my place we kissed and started working things up before I ordered him naked on the floor of my bathroom, I grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup and introduced him to WAMP (Wet And Messy Play). A line of chocolate drizzled on his chest, and I licked it off. I can't wait to really get into WAMP, being covered in batter, oil, lube, just immerse me in something messy and give me a man or two!
After our sensual and sticky scene, a good shower, and we were in bed cuddling, his muscled body in my arms.
Sunday
We woke up at 7:00am, and Marc headed off to see family. I woke up myself, showered, and got ready for an event at Hot Java down the street. The Mello Moto Motorcycle Group was said to be meeting before the So-Cal Gay Biker Contest at Pistons, however I went down an hour early so as to check in at Yellow Devil on Broadway. They were having a 2nd Sunday Birthday Party and I wanted to support Jessica, the lovely and very sweet owner of this great motorcycle gear consignment store.
After a coffee and a chat with the guests, I headed over to Hot Java to meet with the Mello Moto group. 9:00am came and went, and...no one. 9:30 and then bikes started to roll up. I had forgotten to set my clock for GST, Gay Standard Time. Better known as "we'll show up when we damn well feel like it." Hahaha. I was encouraged to grab my riding gear by one rider, which I didn't bring thinking I didn't need it and that no one would be letting a guy they barely knew ride bitch. However I ran home, nabbed it, and came back anyway. When the meet came to an end, they decided to ride over to Yellow Devil for the party, and Greg offered me a ride on the back of his bike. Now Greg is this hot, slim, young biker stud whom I may now have a small little crush on. So gearing up and straddling his ride, and being able to slip my gloved hands on his waist was a wish come true, even if the ride was short and merely around the corner, it was so worth the two minutes.
Arriving, the party had grown to a line of sexy bikes outside the store, and two food trucks one selling BBQ Pork meals and the other selling shaved ice. The Mello Moto group hung out for a good few hours before Greg asked when I wanted to head up to Pistons for the contest. I asked if he was competing and he said he wasn't this year, but he wanted to see if I still wanted a ride up.
Are kidding? Would I pass up a second ride with you hot stuff!? Hell no, let's go!
Straddling the bike and slipping my hands back onto his sexy body once more, we sped off north. God that ride was amazing. Mellow speed, the hum of the engine resonating in my helmet, my visor steaming up with each breath I let out. My hands were on an incredibly hot biker boy dressed in full biker gear whom I wanted to do dirty beautiful things with, my ass sat on a slick and powerful steel stallion, we were riding upward and onward through the city on a beautiful day. I fucking love my life.
Arriving, he paused and let me off, hugging me goodbye I wished it didn't end. I wanted to embrace him long and hard, feeling our gear between us, his slim, sexy, irresistible body in my arms, his handsome face mere inches from my own, my lips thirsted for his. He sped away, and my heart sank slightly. Come back and kiss me! Please!
Heading inside I sank into a chair at the bar, my knees ached from being so tense on the ride. Robert and I struck up conversation waiting for things to start. I was encouraged to run in the contest, which was just for fun and to raise funds for an AIDS charity. When the contest did finally start, I overheard Jeff Wacca, one of my favorite emcees, announce that in order to compete you had to ride a motorcycle. After a moment of thinking, I approached him and asked,
"I'd like to run, and I don't have a bike, but the rules state that I have to RIDE a motorcycle, and I love RIDING bitch."
"Ahh semantics, I like your angle, now go grab a box."
Heading to the front a box was shoved in my hands and I was given a roll of tickets to sell as my votes, I asked my buddy Chris if he would be my ticket boy and he happily obliged. Before long we were called to the stage and introduced, and I was mentioned to be the So-Cal Gay Biker Bitch contestant, before we were released to the crowd again.
I find that I don't do very well when I'm in a situation where I have to talk people up, encourage them to vote or buy something from me. I tend to stumble over my words, get anxious, nervous. I looked at the other contestants and they seemed really comfortable slutting it up for votes, where I was more comfortable being polite and taking the first no. This confuses me because I feel absolutely fine on a stage in little to no clothing, spilling my heart out to a bunch of people I don't know.
In any case, as the votes were being tallied Mark and Koby grabbed me and began to torture my nipples. Koby lifted my shirt and said "We have to work on those mosquito bites so they look like that." He directed my attention to a man standing behind me with nipples the size of my little finger. Uhh no thanks! That's fine! I'm good! They continued to torture my chest, I called out yellow several times, these guys meant business and I didn't doubt that. Koby rubbed an ice cube on one as Mark tortured the other before Koby stuffed the cube in my mouth and I was forced to deal with twice the torture. When the votes were tallied, we were called to the stage and Koby was named So-Cal Gay Leather Biker 2011! As this was a fun contest there are no titleholder duties, or expectations, and in an act of generosity Koby donated the helmet prize he received back into the contest and it was auctioned off to raise even more money for the charity. The winning bid was $100 by Meddle, who had also ran in the competition.
I stayed at the bar until that night, I had a fantastic conversation with a lesbian who invited me to join her, as I was sitting by myself after everyone had left, I'm kicking myself for not remembering her name. She and I had a really fun talk, and I found it funny how much she enjoyed the hardcore gay porn on the TVs outside. "Yeah at first I was bothered by all the gay porn, but when they took it down, I missed it!" It was really good porn, quality stuff.
Garry Bowie then took me home, and on the drive back to my apartment he gave me a short lesson on Gay history. I found out that the Stonewall Riots wasn't the first time gays and lesbians fought back, it was the third as two other riots in Los Angeles took place prior to Stonewall, but the New York event had more publicity.
And this concludes this past weekend.
Play Safe everyone. I love you.
The weekend all started with So CA Bondage Club, took a friend of mine, A. up to the club for his first time and introduced him to the boys. I had taken it upon myself to provide new music to the club atmosphere, as music actually plays a vital role in either enhancing or degrading a sexual experience so I was very nervous at first to see if the guys enjoyed it. Thankfully I was told by Alpha Sir that I had made a good selection later on that night. When introductions were over, Alpha Sir Patrick taught us how to make a basic rope harness, taking this new skill and my handsome sub for the night, I practiced in the Spider Web Room. I became frustrated with how it was (or wasn't) turning out, so I abandoned the harness altogether and dominated him.
I've been feeling a beast coming out of me lately, slowly pushing open a door inside and slipping itself out into the night. The more I twisted his nipples, kissed his neck, the more he gasped, the more he moaned, it all just splashed kerosene on a fire. A rabid Fox came out of me, he had come out once before, but he was flogged out for only a moment before he vanished back inside my chest. Now nothing was keeping him back, the Fox came out and bit his neck, licked his face, caressed his dark skin, twisted his nipples even harder. Grrr! FUCK it was hot! I caught myself in the mirror and saw the Fox staring back at me, eyes of darkness, of intensity, I almost wanted to fight him just to dominate him too, to fuck the shit out of him! Then I realized that was me staring at my own reflection. I felt like an animal...and I loved it.
The fires died down eventually, and I brought him back down, the Fox relaxed and slipped back inside, but didn't close the door behind him. Instead he sat at the threshold and peered outside, his eyes glowing in the dim light. I loosed my friend upon the club to explore while I collapsed in one of the leather couches by the Main Room door.
My boy Marc, whom I met at my Mr. Long Beach Leather contest came up to me and gave me a much needed deep kiss and some tender affection. We were approached by an acquaintance of mine who I had played with once before. He offered to teach us how to tie knots, I was feeling tired and slightly annoyed (someone had come by the door during my last scene and said something while I was practicing my harness. It really distracted me and pulled me out of Dom space. Guys, please do not talk to people in a scene! It's really rude, no matter what your intent may be.) but I got up and followed them to the Jail Cell room. I watched for a little while but then left soon after, I was just not into it, and someone had approached me and began to flirt. I was really not interested and just becoming more annoyed. I wanted out of my leather, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Now mind you at this point I had not gotten off for a solid 7 or so days, and each day of this week had been a tease of some kind. Hot guys jogging shirtless, the sweat on their backs shimmering in the hot sun; forbidden crushes I have who sweetly smile and talk to me, men who I wanted so eagerly to play with and had plans to meet becoming unable to visit, all week long. So I was pretty pissed being so fucking horny and irritated.
Relieving myself and then stripping out of my leather down to nothing but my little black Jagermeister thong, I reentered the dungeon, put my clothes away, and wandered the hall. I entered the Jail Cell and found my boy, along with several other men, tying my acquaintance from earlier down to the bondage table, and then proceeding to lube up his member and jerk him. I watched for a little while, sitting in the wooden bondage chair, before becoming slightly hungry and realizing that my piss-poor mood was probably due to having low blood sugar. Leaving the dungeon and slipping into the kitchen, a bottle of water and a granola bar later (both donated by Sir Patrick that night) and I was much better.
Making my way back to the Main Room I was invited over to the couch where Alpha Sir was seated, his partner at his boots, and a new friend, boy D. on one side. I leaped at the chance! I hadn't seen him in what felt like ages, resting my head on his lap, curling up next to his leather-clad body, I felt at home. Voices wafted over my head in conversation, I was too far away in subspace. So happy to be in Alpha Sir's lap. I picked up a piece of conversation and my ears perked,
"...bondage night sleep over."
"Oh like a Threshold lock-in."
Oh my god...what an amazing idea...sleeping here? Overnight? Spending a night in a sex dungeon, and possibly with my Alpha Sir...oh god, what a thrilling experience that would be! Soon my friend came up to me and let me know that it was time for him to leave, so after saying my goodbyes we left. Along the drive home, we stopped by this bizarre restaurant called Boulevard Burgers. It was as if Mexican and North American cultures collided head on at 80MPH and the resulting crash created a 24 Hour burger restaurant. After dinner we continued down to Long Beach, and upon arriving home I crashed when my head hit the pillow.
Saturday
The morning came early for me, 7:00am, and I had gone to bed perhaps around 2:30am or 3:00am. Nevertheless I had duties to perform. I attended the United Fetishists Long Beach meeting, and discussed the business that needed to be discussed. Then my dear friend Sir Coy, A.K.A. Puppy Cockpit came and picked me up and we headed down to the beach to meet up with his room mate, his wife, and a baby cousin of theirs whom they borrowed for the weekend. As we were walking towards where they were, Sir Coy. turns to me and says firmly. "Behave." We approach and I am met with a beautiful sight of a real CHP officer in nothing but blue and white swim trunks, his smooth, sexy abs and chest, masculine sunglasses on his handsome smiling face. Oh gods why do you tease me so? I envy the nights his wife enjoys, which I am sure she is thankful for...she better be.
Later that day, after we had left the beach, and after much admiration of this sexy cop on the sand, Sir Coy. and I met up again after I dressed in my gear, and he drove me up to Pistons for Ignition. On the way he handed me a pair of tiny keys and patted his crotch. "What are these?" He looked at me and smiled and told me I held the keys to his chastity. I had never held that type of power over someone before, I didn't really feel any different, but it felt fragile in a way, delicate. I held the only way out of a device that kept him from pleasing himself and other people from pleasing him.
Arriving I found Alpha Sir and spoke with him about the evening, then spoke with Koby and found that I needed to let people know that if they wanted to play, they needed to sign a waiver. Finding Sir Coy, Evan and his boy Neal, and Kieron I let them know what I had just learned. Suddenly someone strapped a gag over my mouth and locked it, turning I found it was Sir Coy. Evan piped up "Oh no, did you sign the waiver? You have to sign the waiver to play!" I love these bastards.
I was approached by Alpha Sir and asked to get up on stage where he proceeded to do another harness demonstration like the one last night using me as his (very happy) demo boy. Gagged and tied, I stood up on stage struggling against the ropes as he helped teach Sir Coy and another audience volunteer. After the scene was finished, I was released and later told that Koby wanted me under the boot blacking bike. You got it! When I went over, another man had already jumped on and Koby was just waiting his turn, so in the mean time Dennis asked if I wanted to get shocked, remembering the introduction to electro play I had with him at Long Beach Pride this year, I agreed and he strapped me to the aluminum St. Andrew's cross and whipped out his violet wand. (For more information on Violet Wands please check this out.) He grazed the wand across my bare chest and arms, the sparks shocking me and I roared, the Fox was starting to come out again, do it again! Make him come out! Wait...I feel lightheaded. The scene ended there, as I started to feel dizzy and weak, untied and seated he told me that people have different tolerances to electricity which was slightly disappointing. Kieron then asked if he could be next, watching him get tied to the cross, his beautiful, sexy body under the soft red light of the bar patio. Nothing but his thin leather jock strap, his sweet, handsome face scrunching up into an adorable grimace each time he was shocked...I want to do such beautiful things to this handsome man. Beautiful, sensual, sexy things...I want to make him feel amazing. If I could make him moan or scream in ecstasy I would feel that I could conquer the world.
Soon a new face wandered by and I said hello, introducing myself I found him to be new to the scene and a perfect person to teach as he did show a spark of curiosity (let's turn that into a raging inferno for you!) so I told him if he wanted to learn more about electro play, to introduce himself to Dennis. He said that he was interested in bondage, so I took his hand and led him over to where Alpha Sir was seated and introduced them. If anyone was to learn rope bondage, I know Alpha Sir is a great person to talk to! Just as I had introduced them, Koby snagged me and threw me under the bike after I had stripped to my thong. Roped to the bike, I was in the perfect place to watch a pair of hot, sexy harness boots get blacked, and to provide him with something pleasing to look at. Then Alex Kitay appeared...
Alex is Sir Michael's boy. Alex and Michael like to play. Hard. I heard through another boy that Michael gets off on making his subs cry. Alex then waved a small flogger in front of me.
"Oh, shit!"
He placed a shot of Jagermeister in my crotch and said I should do my best not to spill it. He then proceeded to flick and whip my chest until it went pink, god it stung! Between slapping and stinging my chest, he gave me sips of the shot. I was buzzed and red by the end of the session, then my boy Marc came to me and mentioned that if he was going to take me home, he'd like to do so and still have time to play with me. I got dressed and said farewells, and Marc drove me home.
Arriving at my place we kissed and started working things up before I ordered him naked on the floor of my bathroom, I grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup and introduced him to WAMP (Wet And Messy Play). A line of chocolate drizzled on his chest, and I licked it off. I can't wait to really get into WAMP, being covered in batter, oil, lube, just immerse me in something messy and give me a man or two!
After our sensual and sticky scene, a good shower, and we were in bed cuddling, his muscled body in my arms.
Sunday
We woke up at 7:00am, and Marc headed off to see family. I woke up myself, showered, and got ready for an event at Hot Java down the street. The Mello Moto Motorcycle Group was said to be meeting before the So-Cal Gay Biker Contest at Pistons, however I went down an hour early so as to check in at Yellow Devil on Broadway. They were having a 2nd Sunday Birthday Party and I wanted to support Jessica, the lovely and very sweet owner of this great motorcycle gear consignment store.
After a coffee and a chat with the guests, I headed over to Hot Java to meet with the Mello Moto group. 9:00am came and went, and...no one. 9:30 and then bikes started to roll up. I had forgotten to set my clock for GST, Gay Standard Time. Better known as "we'll show up when we damn well feel like it." Hahaha. I was encouraged to grab my riding gear by one rider, which I didn't bring thinking I didn't need it and that no one would be letting a guy they barely knew ride bitch. However I ran home, nabbed it, and came back anyway. When the meet came to an end, they decided to ride over to Yellow Devil for the party, and Greg offered me a ride on the back of his bike. Now Greg is this hot, slim, young biker stud whom I may now have a small little crush on. So gearing up and straddling his ride, and being able to slip my gloved hands on his waist was a wish come true, even if the ride was short and merely around the corner, it was so worth the two minutes.
Arriving, the party had grown to a line of sexy bikes outside the store, and two food trucks one selling BBQ Pork meals and the other selling shaved ice. The Mello Moto group hung out for a good few hours before Greg asked when I wanted to head up to Pistons for the contest. I asked if he was competing and he said he wasn't this year, but he wanted to see if I still wanted a ride up.
Are kidding? Would I pass up a second ride with you hot stuff!? Hell no, let's go!
Straddling the bike and slipping my hands back onto his sexy body once more, we sped off north. God that ride was amazing. Mellow speed, the hum of the engine resonating in my helmet, my visor steaming up with each breath I let out. My hands were on an incredibly hot biker boy dressed in full biker gear whom I wanted to do dirty beautiful things with, my ass sat on a slick and powerful steel stallion, we were riding upward and onward through the city on a beautiful day. I fucking love my life.
Arriving, he paused and let me off, hugging me goodbye I wished it didn't end. I wanted to embrace him long and hard, feeling our gear between us, his slim, sexy, irresistible body in my arms, his handsome face mere inches from my own, my lips thirsted for his. He sped away, and my heart sank slightly. Come back and kiss me! Please!
Heading inside I sank into a chair at the bar, my knees ached from being so tense on the ride. Robert and I struck up conversation waiting for things to start. I was encouraged to run in the contest, which was just for fun and to raise funds for an AIDS charity. When the contest did finally start, I overheard Jeff Wacca, one of my favorite emcees, announce that in order to compete you had to ride a motorcycle. After a moment of thinking, I approached him and asked,
"I'd like to run, and I don't have a bike, but the rules state that I have to RIDE a motorcycle, and I love RIDING bitch."
"Ahh semantics, I like your angle, now go grab a box."
Heading to the front a box was shoved in my hands and I was given a roll of tickets to sell as my votes, I asked my buddy Chris if he would be my ticket boy and he happily obliged. Before long we were called to the stage and introduced, and I was mentioned to be the So-Cal Gay Biker Bitch contestant, before we were released to the crowd again.
I find that I don't do very well when I'm in a situation where I have to talk people up, encourage them to vote or buy something from me. I tend to stumble over my words, get anxious, nervous. I looked at the other contestants and they seemed really comfortable slutting it up for votes, where I was more comfortable being polite and taking the first no. This confuses me because I feel absolutely fine on a stage in little to no clothing, spilling my heart out to a bunch of people I don't know.
In any case, as the votes were being tallied Mark and Koby grabbed me and began to torture my nipples. Koby lifted my shirt and said "We have to work on those mosquito bites so they look like that." He directed my attention to a man standing behind me with nipples the size of my little finger. Uhh no thanks! That's fine! I'm good! They continued to torture my chest, I called out yellow several times, these guys meant business and I didn't doubt that. Koby rubbed an ice cube on one as Mark tortured the other before Koby stuffed the cube in my mouth and I was forced to deal with twice the torture. When the votes were tallied, we were called to the stage and Koby was named So-Cal Gay Leather Biker 2011! As this was a fun contest there are no titleholder duties, or expectations, and in an act of generosity Koby donated the helmet prize he received back into the contest and it was auctioned off to raise even more money for the charity. The winning bid was $100 by Meddle, who had also ran in the competition.
I stayed at the bar until that night, I had a fantastic conversation with a lesbian who invited me to join her, as I was sitting by myself after everyone had left, I'm kicking myself for not remembering her name. She and I had a really fun talk, and I found it funny how much she enjoyed the hardcore gay porn on the TVs outside. "Yeah at first I was bothered by all the gay porn, but when they took it down, I missed it!" It was really good porn, quality stuff.
Garry Bowie then took me home, and on the drive back to my apartment he gave me a short lesson on Gay history. I found out that the Stonewall Riots wasn't the first time gays and lesbians fought back, it was the third as two other riots in Los Angeles took place prior to Stonewall, but the New York event had more publicity.
And this concludes this past weekend.
Play Safe everyone. I love you.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
"Leather Men and Dogs"
Before I begin, I would like to thank everyone who helped make this evening an amazing success.
- The Mineshaft Bar on Broadway for hosting our event.
- The Crypt on Broadway for donating prizes.
- Skobar Photography for donating prizes and for the enjoyable photo shoot to help with flyers.
- Pup Cockpit for manning the raffle table, and donating a prize box of his own.
- Dino, Mr. Bullet Leather 2008, for all the help and advice.
- Paloma Ole for helping with the raffle tickets and inviting the Imperial Court to help sell tickets.
- Don Mike for being an awesome Emcee.
- DJ Dru Wave for providing the excellent music.
- The staff at Mineshaft for dressing in gear and being supportive.
- Vertis for helping with raffle tickets.
- Chewy for boot blacking.
- Sam, California Leather Sir 2012, for assistance with music.
And every leather man and woman, drag queen, puppy, and attendee at the event, without you there it wouldn't have been a party at all!
The event was an amazing success! So many people came, and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of puppies who showed up. I was expecting the two that promised to come, and I counted 5 or 6 who came along! I also was very pleased to see men from San Diego and Los Angeles, including titleholders who all came out for the night!
Setting up the event wasn't a cakewalk, I had started it to be something like a simple party event. I set a date and time, and expected to take things one at a time as they presented themselves, as I had never tried to put together an event before. With each new venture through one door, expecting to only find one door on the other side, I was met with three to four new doors to open, fences to hop, and distances to run. Jello shots, silent raffle, prizes, flyers, and then finding people to help with each task all made up these new obstacles and challenges to overcome. Thankfully I have many friends who love and care about me, and whom I deeply appreciate to help me along my way. Thank you.
The evening of the party, I walked down Broadway in boots, leather pants, a vest over my black shirt, medium blue handkerchief in my right back pocket, (more information on the hanky code can be found here) and swinging from my belt was my big, blue fox tail. I wanted to attend my event as the real-life Leather Fetish Fox. Entering the bar, my evening began, excitement and anxiety blurred the night, along with the moderate amount of alcohol that was consumed.
At first things seemed to be according to plan, everything was being set up, people were still arriving, and the bar was already attended by a good amount of people, a base crowd. Things of course didn't start on time, but I had to learn that no event really ever does, but that it's a minor detail and in the grand scheme of things doesn't matter a whole lot at all. As we waited for things to set in place, I wanted things to begin immediately, to get over the anxiety I was feeling, but my nervousness was getting in my own way and the words "Okay let's start." had become foreign and confusing. A soft grip on my shoulders, a reminder to breathe, to have fun. People who were needed and slated to do certain tasks weren't here yet, but I had to start without them, finding a quick replacement proved easy, and I noted to not be so terrified in the future.
Paloma introduced the evening, as well as Don Mike and the DJ. Don Mike made an excellent Emcee, with his upbeat fun-loving attitude that softened his crass mouth. That's what I love about him! He can be so super sweet and innocent, then you put him on stage and he swears like a sailor! DJ Dru Wave played an excellent set, my dear friend who had just received his pup name, Pup Cockpit, manned (or rather, dogged) the raffle prize table, Sumner of the Mineshaft sold Jello shots in a leather studded collar (oh my god, the many beautiful things I would do to this sexy, sweet, and irresistible young man!), and Vertis and the two empresses of the Imperial Court who came along with Paloma helped sell raffle tickets, while Chewy blacked boots in the corner.
I could finally relax, the event was in motion, there was no stopping us now. The only thing left to do was to just have fun, talk to people, and just breathe. I was thrilled when I saw who showed up, titleholders, dear friends, and even my coworkers! They were shocked and surprised at the whole scene, but they had a wonderful time nonetheless. Of course, my Alpha Sir arrived, as his birthday is the same as mine, and I just love that fact about us. He brought two boys of his own who also enjoyed the evening as well as him, which I couldn't be happier with. I love watching him dominate and enjoy another boy, as it reminds me just how lucky I am to be dominated by him myself. Speaking of boys, I saw one of my own subs and good friends, Marc, there to give me support. Seeing his handsome, smiling face and feeling his great tight hug added to the wonderful energy of the evening!
SlutBottom Chris, California Puppy 2012 and the handsome Kieron both came along as well, both very handsome and very sweet men in puppy mode, crawling around on the bar floor made the evening that much more enjoyable.
My co-workers arrived a little later in the evening, after I had a little to drink, and was more than relaxed, they loved how crazy the scene was and my tail. I was actually surprised to see all of them, I wasn't expecting them all off of work at the same time. The evening really served as a reminder as to how many people are willing to help me when I need it, and who is out there willing to support me.
At the end of the party, SlutBottom Chris came up to me and mentioned that we were heading out, and he was going to take me home himself. Okay! I said goodbyes and followed him, or rather was dragged out by him, either way I was enjoying it. We met up with my friend Vonn and her friend who called himself "Spider". He was a real cutie, woof! As SB Chris dragged me away, I heard him call out that he wanted to tie me up sometime. WOOF!...Damn it! Why didn't I give him my card?! Ugh!
SB Chris then drove me home, and waited until I turned out my bedroom light to show him I was safely upstairs. I love my puppy! He's so wonderful!
I love you all so much, and thank you.
Play Safe.
- The Mineshaft Bar on Broadway for hosting our event.
- The Crypt on Broadway for donating prizes.
- Skobar Photography for donating prizes and for the enjoyable photo shoot to help with flyers.
- Pup Cockpit for manning the raffle table, and donating a prize box of his own.
- Dino, Mr. Bullet Leather 2008, for all the help and advice.
- Paloma Ole for helping with the raffle tickets and inviting the Imperial Court to help sell tickets.
- Don Mike for being an awesome Emcee.
- DJ Dru Wave for providing the excellent music.
- The staff at Mineshaft for dressing in gear and being supportive.
- Vertis for helping with raffle tickets.
- Chewy for boot blacking.
- Sam, California Leather Sir 2012, for assistance with music.
And every leather man and woman, drag queen, puppy, and attendee at the event, without you there it wouldn't have been a party at all!
The event was an amazing success! So many people came, and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of puppies who showed up. I was expecting the two that promised to come, and I counted 5 or 6 who came along! I also was very pleased to see men from San Diego and Los Angeles, including titleholders who all came out for the night!
Setting up the event wasn't a cakewalk, I had started it to be something like a simple party event. I set a date and time, and expected to take things one at a time as they presented themselves, as I had never tried to put together an event before. With each new venture through one door, expecting to only find one door on the other side, I was met with three to four new doors to open, fences to hop, and distances to run. Jello shots, silent raffle, prizes, flyers, and then finding people to help with each task all made up these new obstacles and challenges to overcome. Thankfully I have many friends who love and care about me, and whom I deeply appreciate to help me along my way. Thank you.
The evening of the party, I walked down Broadway in boots, leather pants, a vest over my black shirt, medium blue handkerchief in my right back pocket, (more information on the hanky code can be found here) and swinging from my belt was my big, blue fox tail. I wanted to attend my event as the real-life Leather Fetish Fox. Entering the bar, my evening began, excitement and anxiety blurred the night, along with the moderate amount of alcohol that was consumed.
At first things seemed to be according to plan, everything was being set up, people were still arriving, and the bar was already attended by a good amount of people, a base crowd. Things of course didn't start on time, but I had to learn that no event really ever does, but that it's a minor detail and in the grand scheme of things doesn't matter a whole lot at all. As we waited for things to set in place, I wanted things to begin immediately, to get over the anxiety I was feeling, but my nervousness was getting in my own way and the words "Okay let's start." had become foreign and confusing. A soft grip on my shoulders, a reminder to breathe, to have fun. People who were needed and slated to do certain tasks weren't here yet, but I had to start without them, finding a quick replacement proved easy, and I noted to not be so terrified in the future.
Paloma introduced the evening, as well as Don Mike and the DJ. Don Mike made an excellent Emcee, with his upbeat fun-loving attitude that softened his crass mouth. That's what I love about him! He can be so super sweet and innocent, then you put him on stage and he swears like a sailor! DJ Dru Wave played an excellent set, my dear friend who had just received his pup name, Pup Cockpit, manned (or rather, dogged) the raffle prize table, Sumner of the Mineshaft sold Jello shots in a leather studded collar (oh my god, the many beautiful things I would do to this sexy, sweet, and irresistible young man!), and Vertis and the two empresses of the Imperial Court who came along with Paloma helped sell raffle tickets, while Chewy blacked boots in the corner.
I could finally relax, the event was in motion, there was no stopping us now. The only thing left to do was to just have fun, talk to people, and just breathe. I was thrilled when I saw who showed up, titleholders, dear friends, and even my coworkers! They were shocked and surprised at the whole scene, but they had a wonderful time nonetheless. Of course, my Alpha Sir arrived, as his birthday is the same as mine, and I just love that fact about us. He brought two boys of his own who also enjoyed the evening as well as him, which I couldn't be happier with. I love watching him dominate and enjoy another boy, as it reminds me just how lucky I am to be dominated by him myself. Speaking of boys, I saw one of my own subs and good friends, Marc, there to give me support. Seeing his handsome, smiling face and feeling his great tight hug added to the wonderful energy of the evening!
SlutBottom Chris, California Puppy 2012 and the handsome Kieron both came along as well, both very handsome and very sweet men in puppy mode, crawling around on the bar floor made the evening that much more enjoyable.
My co-workers arrived a little later in the evening, after I had a little to drink, and was more than relaxed, they loved how crazy the scene was and my tail. I was actually surprised to see all of them, I wasn't expecting them all off of work at the same time. The evening really served as a reminder as to how many people are willing to help me when I need it, and who is out there willing to support me.
At the end of the party, SlutBottom Chris came up to me and mentioned that we were heading out, and he was going to take me home himself. Okay! I said goodbyes and followed him, or rather was dragged out by him, either way I was enjoying it. We met up with my friend Vonn and her friend who called himself "Spider". He was a real cutie, woof! As SB Chris dragged me away, I heard him call out that he wanted to tie me up sometime. WOOF!...Damn it! Why didn't I give him my card?! Ugh!
SB Chris then drove me home, and waited until I turned out my bedroom light to show him I was safely upstairs. I love my puppy! He's so wonderful!
I love you all so much, and thank you.
Play Safe.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Introduce Them Tenderly
Last week has indeed been very interesting. I have been on both sides of the fence, as a helpless submissive, and now as a Mentoring Sir.
Now I don't feel I fit the projected role of an all-caps SIR, the one I fantasize to be an unfearing, animalistic, sadist with a leathered and choking grasp around his slave's neck. (Yes that's an extreme, I am well aware, thank you.) I like to think of myself as a Sensual Dominant.
A little backstory, first:
I met this boy at Califur 2011, what was first a playful, passing flirt in an elevator, turned into a boy eager to learn more about me, and the world I came from. Boy A. 18 years-old and green as the grasses of the field, I saw a garden filled with potential. I had him over one night, and I told him everything I could, so excited to be exposing this curious, eager mind to the beautiful world of fetishes and sexuality. By sheer stroke of luck, my Alpha Sir was in the neighborhood, and when he inquired if I was available I eagerly answered yes! This was meant to be! Teaching a young mind about the world of fetishes and my mentor and Alpha Sir coming over! More information! More education!
I guess I became obsessed with teaching him, as Alpha Sir suggested I should put the textbook down and really look at boy A., and ask him what he wanted. I was so caught up in making sure he was properly informed that I had neglected to look into his eyes and see a glimmer of lust.
"What do you want to do?"
"Well, I kind of wanted to kiss you, if that's alright."
I didn't hesitate, and moved in to kiss him tenderly. His lips felt grateful for it, and I was thankful as well.
Now, moving on to last week.
Boy A. and I met up at my apartment, talked for a good while, then headed out to dinner. After our meal, I showed him The Crypt and educated him on what floggers were, and placed some pamphlets in his hand on the hanky code and safe fetish play procedures so he could read up on it later. Heading back to my place we relaxed and the fun began.
Making sure he was comfortable, I asked if he would undress for me. He did, and assured me it was what he wanted. We stripped together, and I led him to the bed where we lay down and I held him and kissed him softly.
His skin is so soft, his lips so eager, he's so sweet and adorable. A body well taken care of and something I would have ached to have at his age. The intimacy continued, gently, slowly, our bodies resting comfortably upon my bed, eyes gazing softly.
His hand explored low, and I allowed him there. He pleasured me well, kissing me, pleasing me until my peak and release. Resting and dipping momentarily into unconsciousness, I lay there with him. Then I returned the gift, tenderly kissing him, bringing him close, closer, more intimacy, more tenderness, and finally he climaxed.
As we lay there in the afterglow, he confessed to me that I was his first male sexual partner.
Wow. I am someone's first. I am very happy and honored to have this privilege. I want to be his guide, his mentor, I want to make sure he's informed and educated, but also having the time of his life.
He's going to grow so well, I'm sure of it.
Play Safe.
Now I don't feel I fit the projected role of an all-caps SIR, the one I fantasize to be an unfearing, animalistic, sadist with a leathered and choking grasp around his slave's neck. (Yes that's an extreme, I am well aware, thank you.) I like to think of myself as a Sensual Dominant.
A little backstory, first:
I met this boy at Califur 2011, what was first a playful, passing flirt in an elevator, turned into a boy eager to learn more about me, and the world I came from. Boy A. 18 years-old and green as the grasses of the field, I saw a garden filled with potential. I had him over one night, and I told him everything I could, so excited to be exposing this curious, eager mind to the beautiful world of fetishes and sexuality. By sheer stroke of luck, my Alpha Sir was in the neighborhood, and when he inquired if I was available I eagerly answered yes! This was meant to be! Teaching a young mind about the world of fetishes and my mentor and Alpha Sir coming over! More information! More education!
I guess I became obsessed with teaching him, as Alpha Sir suggested I should put the textbook down and really look at boy A., and ask him what he wanted. I was so caught up in making sure he was properly informed that I had neglected to look into his eyes and see a glimmer of lust.
"What do you want to do?"
"Well, I kind of wanted to kiss you, if that's alright."
I didn't hesitate, and moved in to kiss him tenderly. His lips felt grateful for it, and I was thankful as well.
Now, moving on to last week.
Boy A. and I met up at my apartment, talked for a good while, then headed out to dinner. After our meal, I showed him The Crypt and educated him on what floggers were, and placed some pamphlets in his hand on the hanky code and safe fetish play procedures so he could read up on it later. Heading back to my place we relaxed and the fun began.
Making sure he was comfortable, I asked if he would undress for me. He did, and assured me it was what he wanted. We stripped together, and I led him to the bed where we lay down and I held him and kissed him softly.
His skin is so soft, his lips so eager, he's so sweet and adorable. A body well taken care of and something I would have ached to have at his age. The intimacy continued, gently, slowly, our bodies resting comfortably upon my bed, eyes gazing softly.
His hand explored low, and I allowed him there. He pleasured me well, kissing me, pleasing me until my peak and release. Resting and dipping momentarily into unconsciousness, I lay there with him. Then I returned the gift, tenderly kissing him, bringing him close, closer, more intimacy, more tenderness, and finally he climaxed.
As we lay there in the afterglow, he confessed to me that I was his first male sexual partner.
Wow. I am someone's first. I am very happy and honored to have this privilege. I want to be his guide, his mentor, I want to make sure he's informed and educated, but also having the time of his life.
He's going to grow so well, I'm sure of it.
Play Safe.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Fierce Intensity
Last week I was graced with a visit from my Alpha Sir, we met up at the Mineshaft and spent some time together, meeting a new face, and introducing me to the bartender. Afterward we went over to the Paradise Piano Bar for a wonderful dinner. Saying our farewells, Alpha Sir and I went back to my place and that's when my new experience began.
Stripped and naked, he gagged me in a bishop's head harness and bound me in a rope harness, but this time was much different. He tied it very tightly, and bound my dick and balls. This was something I had never experienced so intensely before, and so soon. It hurt, very, very badly. I begged through the gag as intelligibly as I could for him to release some of the pressure.
He did not.
It burned! It rubbed me mercilessly with harsh fibers encircled around my helpless genitals, suffocating them of relief! I begged, I howled in horrible suffering! I couldn't stand up straight! It hurt! Alpha Sir finally held me from behind, and turned me to look in the mirror. I saw myself, bound and helpless, and suffering horrible pain.
"Breathe boy."
Oh god how I tried to breathe, every exhale was shuddered, I wept with frustration, I couldn't take it any more!
"Don't you trust me boy?"
I trust you with my very life, Sir.
"Look at yourself boy."
I looked again, and I saw myself standing with my Alpha Sir, I shouldn't be complaining, I should be standing tall, against the pain and suffering. Bearing it like a man. Making my Alpha Sir proud of me, impressed with me. Oh god did it hurt. Eventually I started to take deep and flowing breaths. Then he took me by my doorway, worked with the rope out of my vision and pulled. I lifted a bit, he was tying me into a predicament position! Oh shit, no. Oh god! My balls already ached, I had been screaming into the gag, and now I was forced to stand on the tips of my feet. Completely at his mercy, he tortured me. Biting and twisting my nipples, the pain was awful! So much pain! My balls ached and howled in agony, my nipples being tortured mercilessly, it was like a bondage hell.
He was showing me the Sadist. I have never met the Sadist before. I have met the Tiger, the Tender, and now I have been introduced to the Sadist. I am scared of the Sadist, but...in a small place in my fear, which I must be true to, I would still kneel before him willingly. He will not hurt me.
As much as I was so thankful for being released, and as much as I wouldn't want to be tortured like that again...I know it is helping me grow, helping me become stronger, and I know that Alpha Sir gets off on it. I offer my body to him to play with, because I trust him, and I love him as my Alpha Sir. I do get off on it all, agony is hell, but it leads to a release...a new venture I must take in order to shove my horizons ever further.
Play Safe, respect your limits, and play with intensity with someone you trust deeply.
Thank you, Sir.
Stripped and naked, he gagged me in a bishop's head harness and bound me in a rope harness, but this time was much different. He tied it very tightly, and bound my dick and balls. This was something I had never experienced so intensely before, and so soon. It hurt, very, very badly. I begged through the gag as intelligibly as I could for him to release some of the pressure.
He did not.
It burned! It rubbed me mercilessly with harsh fibers encircled around my helpless genitals, suffocating them of relief! I begged, I howled in horrible suffering! I couldn't stand up straight! It hurt! Alpha Sir finally held me from behind, and turned me to look in the mirror. I saw myself, bound and helpless, and suffering horrible pain.
"Breathe boy."
Oh god how I tried to breathe, every exhale was shuddered, I wept with frustration, I couldn't take it any more!
"Don't you trust me boy?"
I trust you with my very life, Sir.
"Look at yourself boy."
I looked again, and I saw myself standing with my Alpha Sir, I shouldn't be complaining, I should be standing tall, against the pain and suffering. Bearing it like a man. Making my Alpha Sir proud of me, impressed with me. Oh god did it hurt. Eventually I started to take deep and flowing breaths. Then he took me by my doorway, worked with the rope out of my vision and pulled. I lifted a bit, he was tying me into a predicament position! Oh shit, no. Oh god! My balls already ached, I had been screaming into the gag, and now I was forced to stand on the tips of my feet. Completely at his mercy, he tortured me. Biting and twisting my nipples, the pain was awful! So much pain! My balls ached and howled in agony, my nipples being tortured mercilessly, it was like a bondage hell.
He was showing me the Sadist. I have never met the Sadist before. I have met the Tiger, the Tender, and now I have been introduced to the Sadist. I am scared of the Sadist, but...in a small place in my fear, which I must be true to, I would still kneel before him willingly. He will not hurt me.
As much as I was so thankful for being released, and as much as I wouldn't want to be tortured like that again...I know it is helping me grow, helping me become stronger, and I know that Alpha Sir gets off on it. I offer my body to him to play with, because I trust him, and I love him as my Alpha Sir. I do get off on it all, agony is hell, but it leads to a release...a new venture I must take in order to shove my horizons ever further.
Play Safe, respect your limits, and play with intensity with someone you trust deeply.
Thank you, Sir.
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