Fetish of the Month 2012: June - Rubber

This month I slip into something dark, slick, and sexy.  The smooth, shiny surface. Shimmery when lubed up, and it has that distinct aroma when someone wearing it passes by.  Of course I'm talking about rubber!  This month we dive headfirst into this tight, form-fitting fetish!


I gathered together a few handsome men, snagged a couple sexy photographs, and interviewed these gentlemen on their kinship with the black material we so desire.




"PuppyTK"

"PuppyTK"

"I first came across rubber as a Fetish when my fellow pupmate had me try on his own hood. Both the feel and smell drove me crazy and since then have made it a part of my life."


"B."


"Rubber as a fetish: I was 13 or 14 horny as hell and confused about liking the images of fit men. You know the small town Christian conservative...man loves woman only!...lusting men wrong...blah blah blah...I thought my feelings were a desire to become more fit...a body builder perhaps? And I was just weird liking mud and masturbating nearly daily through high school. 


I (or my Mom) bought a dark green rain suit nylon shell and rubber lined from J.C. Penney’s in the late 1970's. I remember when I first got it I put it on over my naked body on a warm summer day when I was home alone and went outside into the sunshine and FUCK the heat was so HOT...SEXY...my penis jumped to attention! Sliding around inside the sweaty rubber in no time I was gushing cum big-time!!! I don’t remember if I came once or more...sorry about forgetting that detail. I also had an arena bikini and would love to tan in the back yard and I would always be hard and sometimes beat off and I discovered Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil. Well it wasn't long and I was lubing my penis and putting the rain pants on under a tight fitting bellbottom jeans and enjoying many activities riding bicycle working on the farm fucking my mattress... 
I would put on the rain suit and then several layers of tight clothes over that and sweat and beat off several times a week. I wish that I would have put oil all over my entire body and that would have blown my mind. Unfortunately I have oily skin and my back oils broke down the rubber on the coat and it started flaking off the tanning oil seemed to preserve the rubber in the front of the pants but elsewhere the rubber also flaked off...I eventually burned the suit in shame over my "dirty sinful secret". 
I also discovered Tractor tire inner tubes and made several miniskirts and loincloths from them. My favorite was a mini skirt with fringe of 2" strips which hung down to my lower thighs. I would use the oil in the inner tubes as well and it would usually leave a black slimy mess after I was done masturbating usually hands free or hands under the outside providing a valley for my penis to slide back and forth to climax inside the rubber. 


Well 20 years later complete with a marriage and divorce I finally figured things out Hey I'm Gay! part of the 10%(actually 11%) club I bought a latex shirt and used talcum powder as instructed and would wear it with my leather pants out to the bars five months after the divorce and had a lot of fun! Not to mention the subject of attention many places I would go... "


"Ric"

"Ric"

"I was watching the Summer Olympics a few years back, and  was getting really turned on by the black rubber swim caps the swimmers were wearing!"


"H.P."


"I can remember being incredibly fascinated by men in skintight gear, such as wetsuits and spandex, even at a very young age.  I'd never seen, let alone imagined, something like a form-fitting, full body latex suit, but that visual idea of an outfit that conformed to and accentuated the wearer's shape was something that I have always lusted after--long before I was conscious of being gay or even what it meant to be a sexual being!  Surfers--and again, it was always men, never women--were like real-life superheroes.


The first time I became consciously aware of rubber fetishism--what it was, and that it turned me on--was in college, having internet access for the first time and seeing photos of men in various skintight latex outfits.  That was a real eye-opener, but one that I don't believe I would have sought out had I not already had that subconscious interest I had as a child.  I remember how those first low-resolution images, crudely photographed, were almost too incredible to be believed--tight, shiny, black latex hoods, full latex suits, gas masks, engorged cocks straining against rubber sheaths, men fucking each other in full gear...it was overwhelming.  And I was hooked.  I ordered the Mr. S catalog (this was before everything was online), and then eventually got the nerve to order actual latex items through them.


Looking back, I can see how kink has always been an integral aspect of my sexuality, in as much as being physically and emotionally attracted to other men has been.  And in a way, I feel fortunate to have had that realization, because it's proof that my kinks are intrinsic to my identity, something over which one should never feel shame or embarrassment or disgust.  To be kinky is a gift of creativity and adventurousness."

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"TBONER"


"always liked RUBBER ansd NEOPRENE...not long ago 
a buddy had an extra RUBBER suit he let me wear... 
it was a turn-on to wear his suit... 
was hot to feel the RUBBER on my skin... 
we played in RUBBER for hours.... "




"Puppeh"


"From friends within the furry fandom.  For many, it was simply another version or way to express one's inner animal.  For me, it was tame and innocent at first, but then I saw the kinky side of it and it and knew I had to be a part of it.  It was a perfect matchup and evolution of my non gear kinks and my furry canine side."

"Puppeh"

My memory is hazy on when I myself first discovered rubber, but I do think it was at the Eagle Bar in Los Angeles.  I may have seen a man walking around in full rubber and I was immediately intrigued by it, time passed and the more exposure I received, the more curious I became about it. 


But what is the eroticism of rubber for them?




"PuppyTK"


"Im nit sure how I would describe rubber as erotic to me. The look varies on the type of rubber and how it's displayed, the smells vary, and the feels are different depending on how it's worn or used on you. I suppose much of it can be related as a mental stimuli more than anything."


"B."


"The most erotic things I love about latex and rubber is the soft, smooth texture, the temperature difference it has when you first make skin contact and the way it becomes skin temperature quickly although depending the environment it extends the feel of being naked in the environment but you are legally covered! It is amazing wearing a surf suit and boots in a summer rain storm. My bare feet in the rubber boots filling with rain water and feeling warm in the rain...amazing! 
J-lube inside the surf suit and boots walking around 
Freedom Valley Campground in the summer is sensational and horny when I pour the slimy liquid that has trickled into my boots back into the neck of the surf suit...FUCK!!!YEA!!! "

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"Ric"


"I guess I'd have to say the look, feel, and smell are super turn on's for me, as well as how great it feels when you are wearing it, or when you feel someone else  who's wearing it! (When you feel warm tight rubber on another person it is very erotic!)"


"H.P."


"Can I just say "everything?"  It truly is a multisensory fetish.  The sight of it alone is enough to get me hard.  The smooth, mirror-like shine, and the way it simultaneously conceals and reveals the body underneath, is undeniably arousing.  And the feel of actually wearing it, how it slides over the skin, squeezes you, and transfers sensation through it, is like nothing else.  The smell is intoxicating...I could go on.  But I think the most erotic aspect of rubber can be appreciated only by being geared up with another person, to see and feel and embrace each other in sweaty, rubbery passion."

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"TBONER"


"feeling the RUBBER on my skin...a tight feel...fully RUBBERZED i am just a HOT form...unknown... its hot to see other RUBBER men... just their forms... no faces... "




"Puppeh"


"Two things: 1) the feeling and appearance of being confined or controlled by a substance or device that is out of my control and 2) how it reveals the body, including if one is aroused, making me feel as close to naked as possible."




What do I find erotic about rubber?  I think its tight fit on the body accentuates the wonderful curves of the male form, giving me a pleasant view of the wearer, while the black absence of light and color gives it a sinister, if not slightly evil look that gives me a thrill.  Then there's the smell of rubber, very distinct, and when combined with a man's body heat, it can drive me wild!  Of course there's also the feel of rubber on the skin.  When dry, it holds you there, so much friction it tends to catch on your skin.  But when you get it nice and slick with water, or better yet, lube, it slides so wonderfully down your body.




Then my favorite question of them all, what is your biggest fantasy with this fetish?





"PuppyTK"


"My rubber fantasy? Involves a form of physical transformation. My body being fused with rubber as a permanent part of me as my puppy self. Just one of many (impossible) ideas."


"B."


"One of my fantasies involving rubber is being shaved hairless and having a thick suit of rubber painted onto my body making a custom suit completely anatomically correct turning me into a rubber sex machine. Entering into an abandon paint warehouse my rubber sex buddies in the same anatomical suits bring along canvas and paper and we create art from all of the bright colors of paint left behind in the warehouse and the sex we have on the paper and canvas all videoed in 3-D! "




"Ric"

"Ric"

"What is your biggest fantasy with your rubber fetish? Watching a guy being kidnapped from their motorcycle, and then being forced into a skin tight black rubber outfit!. Then this person becomes the "play thing" of his captors!! WOOF"


"H.P."


"Rubber is like a foundation for me.  Nearly every kind of kink I have, every play scene I can imagine, would be enhanced by it.  So, my most intense sexual fantasies generally feature latex not so much as an end to itself, but a component that enriches the interactions in the scene.  For example, being a pup, I find that gearing up in latex helps me to get into the pup headspace.


As for a specific fantasy (I have too many to share at once), one of my favorites is the idea of being sealed in a latex vac bed with my mate, face-to-face.  We'd both be wearing full latex suits, of course.  Rubber restraints would bind us ankle-to-ankle, wrist-to-wrist, and waist-to-waist.  A special two-headed rubber hood would be made so that it is joined at the mouth, but the noses would be separate, each nose having a breathing tube attached.  The interesting part is that each tube would have a valve; one would permit air intake only, whereas the other would permit air to exit only.  So, one of us would be entirely dependent on the other for air.  We'd be bound to each other, grinding into each other, and we'd both have electro butt plugs inserted, controlled by our handler.  That hits all my major kinks--latex, bondage, electro, butt toys, and breath control--but what turns me on the most about it is the idea of sharing that experience simultaneously with my mate, my fellow rubber pup, whom I love with all my heart.  To have him pressed against me, both of us struggling, whimpering, kissing, and then to need to synchronize our breathing on top of all that, would be a dream come true.  And yet, it is just one of many things I'd like to do with him."

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"TBONER"


"so many HOT scenes... 
seeing a room full of RUBBER men in a dimmlly lit play space wearing gas masks... 
taking turns... strapping them to a fuck bench... 
unzipping crotch zippers to expose their sweaty loins... 
taking turns with one and all...top or bottom a HOT scene! "




"Puppeh"


"This answer might seem expected, but it seems less likely in my mind probably due to the perception of practicality, but being seen as a kink animal (dog) by an equally kinky dom who is as turned on by the rubber gear and the species it represents as I am, forcefully taken, restrained, tortured, and ultimately sexually used all while in full rubber gear."






Rubber has a very vivid fantasy in my mind, I walk down a dimly lit flight of steel stairs in an empty warehouse into a basement lit only by a hanging bulb suspended over a huge vat of undulating liquid darkness, set in the ground.  I draw near the edge of the pool, and a tall slender man in a full body rubber bodysuit covered by a rubber apron, black and shimmering in the light, wearing a black jackal-shaped gas mask, long industrial rubber gloves, and thigh-high rubber wader boots steps quietly out of the darkness and into the light in all of his dark glory, as if he slid out of a fold from the underworld itself.  Without a word he strips me naked with his strong hands, and forces a tiny rubber speedo into my arms and motions for me to put it on. 

I comply, not wanting to incur the wrath of this sinister being from the realm of shadows.  It's tight around my waist but it fits.  He then grabs my shoulder and pushes me towards the edge of the pool of dark, undulating fluid.  He points to the middle of it as he gives me another push towards the edge.  I comply, and ease myself into it.  As soon as my foot touches the surface, the lukewarm fluid sticks to my skin and coats it, beckoning me inside.  I slide into it, and feel the fluid cover my body as I wade deeper and deeper.  I turn around, and look up at him, arms folded, he nods and points downward.  I nervously sink lower, up to my neck in the sticky darkness.  He nods and points to the edge now, ordering me out of the pool.  When I exit, I am completely covered in the dark fluids, it drips off of me in viscous strands.  It quickly dries into a full rubber catsuit, and I have become his rubber boy.  His strong hands, enclosed in those industrial rubber gloves rip off his rubber apron revealing his perfect washboard abs and pecs, sealed in his body suit, begging for my tongue to worship every crevice. I fall to my knees, my eyes welling with tears of eager loyal servitude.  His hands rise and envelop my face, pulling me into his muscled chest and everything goes black...the smell of rubber is everywhere...

"Anonymous rubber boy"

Play Safe, dear reader...

On the Backs of Iron Horses

On the morning of Sunday, May 13th, I met up with my friends Marc, Stephen, and some of the Satyrs at a local diner called Park Pantry for breakfast, we were joined by my friend Kevin later on.  Afterwards we crossed the street to Hot Java to hang out for a bit before setting up for the ride we were going to take to the Inland Empire.

The route was planned, formations assigned, and once geared up we headed out. It was exciting, members from both the Mello Moto and Satyrs aligned in formation, two groups of men on loud, roaring motorcycles, and I was happily seated on the back of one of these bikes!  It was like I was part of a motorcycle gang, the camaraderie, the masculinity, the leather, the chrome, it was just so fucking awesome!

I've noticed something really cool about bikers.  When they pass each other in opposite directions on the streets, they wave.  Not over their head and shaking their hands like you would as a pedestrian, but a low, outstretched arm with an open palm, a signal that they see you as another biker and say hello.  Perfect strangers, never to be seen again, but for one brief friendly moment they say "Hello brother biker."

That's what makes me so happy.

Kevin rode me out with the group through amazing places, up the highway for ages, through gorgeous neighborhoods, that led into the high hilly passes, along mountainsides looking over the acres, and acres of neighborhoods far below.  At one point I could see all of Long Beach stretch out into the horizon, including the University's blue pyramid!  I love these long rides, my mind is able to relax, detach, and refocus on the majesty of this world we live in.

On our travels back to Pistons Bar we passed through a large expanse of beautiful open hills! So green and lush!  A tribe of bikers, men in leather, on iron horses, roaring through the countryside, free to roam where our hearts lead us!  The camaraderie, the men in gear cutting through the wind in a unanimous uproar!  It's beyond a thrill!  Riding up and dismounting, our tribe entered Pistons and we celebrated the victory of Keith winning Mr. Long Beach Leather 2012 long into the afternoon.

I think I experienced something that has happened before...it feels historical in a way, and modern at the same time.  Like someone else's deja vu.

Play and Ride Safe, Dear Reader.

Please be responsible on the road.

My Mystery Biker

At the end of April, Sir Donny picked me up and treated me to dinner before taking me back to his home where put me into a cycling suit.  Now this wouldn't be my first experience in a cycling suit, as Sir Michael has placed me inside of one before, but the look of this one made me feel as if I should know gymnastics or possess superpowers to match the suit.  Sir Donny then placed a big, thick leather slave collar on me, my favorite type, and changed my outfit to a leather uniform shirt, and put me in leather chastity shorts.

I can't say that chastity makes me hard, or interests me as it interests a lot of other men, but these can lead to a lot of fun and interesting possibilities.  The shorts had a cup-like bulge that kept me from touching my junk at all, the locks on the legs and at the waist cinched and sealed any opening leading inside, so there is no way you can find any way inside.  From there Sir Donny then took a vibrator to my crotch, and tortured me with the vibrations running through the material of the cup.  It felt so good, and frustrated me in a wonderful way!

After a while with the vibrator, Sir Donny took me out of the gear and replaced it with a wetsuit and a puppy hood!  The more time that I spent inside the puppy hood, the more puplike I wished to be.  A dog inside of me woke up and slowly came to the front of the line.  I desired to be in more than the hood, I wanted the mitts, and have the tailplug for Sir Donny! I wanted to be a good dog!  He's so nice, and gentle to me, I deeply appreciate that about him very much.  At one point I was laying on the bed, with the vibrator on my crotch as Sir Donny left into the next room to feed his cats.  I wanted to be a GOOD DOG! I made sure to keep that vibrator right where he left it, I whimpered, and whined, oh it was torture and I loved every moment of it!

He returned and played with me more, at one point he was on top of me, dry humping my body, and I looked up at him.  I thought for a while.

He was kind, he was considerate, he was fun, he was gentle, and he made me feel comfortable, I felt that I could trust him.  I told him that I was comfortable with him fucking me, that I would include him on my exclusive list of men whom I trust.

When I trust someone, and I mean really trust them, I allow them to have anal sex with me.  For me anal sex is very intimate, and it forms an emotional bond between me and the man who is inside me.  I don't have sex with just anyone who comes along, they have to pass through my trust first, and Sir Donny passed very well.

He responded with that he was okay with waiting, "Good boys like you are hard to find in this town.", and that he would fuck me the next time we played.  This night he shoved a fleshlight between my legs, and faux-fucked me, it felt so good, his thrusts against my body, my boy hole wished it was more!  He came and relaxed, then it came my turn.  He asked me what I wanted.

I had a hard time putting the words together, but I worked up the courage to ask if he could wear his motorcycle one-piece gear, with the dark-visored helmet.  He smiled and turned toward his closet, I looked the other way, and explained that I had always fantasized about a mystery biker, wearing full biker armor and a dark or mirror-visor helmet, would come up to me some wonderful night and dominate me.  I closed my eyes and continued to tell him about my fantasy, how he wouldn't say a word, but use hand signals to tell me what to do.  Before I could say any more, a gloved hand was on my chest.  I opened my eyes, and there he stood in all of his glory!  My mystery biker! Standing over me!

A glove covered my mouth, I stared into my reflection in his visor, as his other hand caressed my body I moaned.  He put a finger to his helmet, silencing me at once.  I stroked myself to my peak!  Here he was! At long last, my fantasy coming true! Powerful! Gentle, and kind, but also dominant! I soon erupted! My chest covered in my warm seed, a towel was tossed onto my chest and the mystery biker pointed a gloved finger in my face.

"You better clean your own mess!" he barked!  "Sir, yes, SIR!" I answered!

While I was cleaning up frantically, my mystery biker disappeared and Sir Donny reappeared, I dressed and we brought our evening of play to an end.  As another sign of his kindness, he took the time to take me to a pharmacy so I could get something to help my nagging cough.

Thank you Sir Donny, my body eagerly awaits your manhood.


Play Safe Dear Reader!

Two boys, Two Sirs

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Fetish of the Month 2012: May - Puppy Play

Start wagging those tails boys, this month I’ve been lurking around the kennel for the FETISH OF THE MONTH and I’m thrilled to present PUPPY PLAY!  Again, this month we have some wonderful pictures to enjoy, special puppy pets to Pup Jax, Hawk Pup of Pup4play.com, my puppy Cockpit, and Pup Pup!

I’ve scratched the ears of pups, watched them romp around on the floor with each other, gone ice skating with the dogs, even tried a puppy tail buttplug before,  I love puppies!  They’re fun, lighthearted, and sweet, and now I want to give you a deeper look into the pup world as seen from those irresistible, heart-melting eyes!

First off, how does a puppy discover puppy play?  You all know how I discovered it if you’ve been reading my blogs for some time.

Sgt. James Andrews, U.S. Army: "I learned about puppy play from several friends, learning more with each person, first from an aquaintance, then from a romantic friend, and finally from researching it thuroughly on the internet and finding pup zone"

Pup Jax: "Actually, I found puppy play as a fetish when I just became a furry. But also found out that I love being in the control of some dominate handler and myself being the loving pup being used for his pleasure and my pleasure. Being also a puppy does bring a certain sense that I am relaxing to a point where I can escape to being a pup. It is more as being down on all fours that shows immediate trust and caring to the person who i am being a puppy. 

(Pup Jax)

I started getting into more of the puppy play when I had a play date with a guy off recon. It was my first experience wearing the gear and also being on all fours. He put me into a leather mask and even the singlet with holes cut out. Just being on all fours just felt awesome."

Pup Pup: "How did you discover Puppy Play as a fetish?

 I joined Recon in August 2010 at the time I only knew about BDSM, and being submissive like I seen in porn films. I usually hang out in the bondage and master and slave chat room but I saw a room called pups & trainers I entered the room and learned that it was a room for human pups and trainers I didn’t know what puppy play was at the time but learned about what it was from the great pups and trainers. I also did research about puppy, joined pupzone.com and become very interesting and wanted to experience it. I was suggested to read the books Woof! - Perespectives Into The Erotic Care & Training Of The Human Dog and Grrrr! - Anthology Of Dog Stories by Michael Daniels which I read cover to cover and got a better understanding about puppy play. From reading, doing internet research, and talking with pups and trainers on recon and pupzone I had a better understanding about puppy play. A few months later I bought my puppy tail, hood, and mitts and did solo pup play and it was very enjoyable. From that day one I my inner pup and enjoyed that I found my inner self.  I have been a pup for two years  now but didn’t really have the experience or playing with other pups or trainers until this past January  when I attended MAL (Mid-Atlantic Leather) where I went to my first ever mosh pit which was AWESOME. I was able to get into headspace very fast by putting my mitts and woof muzzle on. I could feel my inner pup come alive more than ever. The best part was I was able to be who I truly am a pup, and interact with other pups and enjoy my time in the headspace. I was pounced on, rolled balls around with the other pups, petted by handlers.  It was an awesome experience and group of pups and handlers."

(Pup Pup)

Another puppy wrote in: "i came out as a gay man in my early twenties, very sexually active, versatile at the time, exploring the various means of sexual pleasure and expression.  Over time the bottom role offered the greatest appeal and satisfaction, since it became  apparent that i was turned on by sexual domination.  The leather scene attracted me, not only with the aura and mystique of the variety of leather gear, but also with the interpersonal scene, so utterly stimulated by physical and mental domination.

As an extenson of that orientation, i began exploring the world of leather, BDSm, restraints and cuffs, chains, hoods and gags, chastity and of course, so much more. i thrived as my submissive side grew and developed and one day, by chance, really, i connected with a dom Top Master and we hit it off quite well. One day i was unexpectantly ordered to strip naked, subsequently shaved, and then ordered to assume all 4's, and a leather collar was placed on my neck, attached to a leash. Over night i was confined to the floor, forbidden to stand, ambulated around with the leash.  i felt such an explosive burst of satisfaction, a comfort never before appreciated, and a generalized sense of natural happiness, since i began to feel like a dog.  Progressive canine training followed consolidating my nascent doggie psyche validating my animal subconscious.  i was guided to act and behave as a dog, playing with other pups that were introduced to me, ambulating on all 4's as the preferred way to get around, total confinement to the floor, forbidden to use furniture, eating all meals from a bowl and periodic incarceration in a cage, even with other pups, just like a kennel. i realized then i was born to be a dog and totally relished the time spent in dog mode as my new personna"

Hawk Pup says: "For many years I've been drawn to the aesthetic forms of hybrid creatures and gods in Egyptian and Greek mythology. Centaurs, satyrs. minotaurs, and deities like Anubis have always held a fascination for me. I've also always enjoyed stories which involved a person transforming into an animal or mythical creature. At some point, years ago, I started to come across artwork ( the animal-eared and tailed men of Rob Clarke's imagination for example ) and pornography, depicting men dressed as or acting like dogs, and through my explorations on the internet I found communities like pupzone. I had always found the aesthetic interesting and arousing, and now that I'd discovered there was a community built around it, I wanted to jump right in :)"

(Hawk Pup)

Another puppy told me this: "A lot of people seem to assume that there's some link between me being a furry and my discovery of puppy play, but in all actuality I came across puppy play entirely separately. I had always been into kink, and as I began to look into it more and more after moving to SF, I inevitably came across puppy play eventually. It's apparently somewhat of a 'hip' and 'in' thing in the kink world at the moment, especially for younger folks into kink. "


I also asked my puppy, Cockpit, to contribute, and he sent in this: "Two years ago (2009) saw my first 'puppy' at Folsom Fair.  A very nicely built man was in paws (fist mitts), hood, collar and leash, on all fours, being led around by his Handler/Sir who was in leather and Meerkat cap.  Of all the things to feast one's eyes upon at Folsom, this one fleeting moment stood out in my mind.  I was instantly aroused by the sight of this puppy.  I already knew I liked to be tied up, but this took the concept in a direction that really stimulated me.  There was no domination, no humiliation, no pain.  It wasn't even sexual.  It was simply a man willing to set aside his human side and entrust his well being in another man's care.  And the Handler was taking time to ensure that the path the puppy was walking was clear and safe, no glass, not too many boots to stand on paws, etc.

Later that same day I saw that same Handler sitting on a chair, with his puppy sitting, knees on ground, paws on the Handler's lap.  The Handler was gently talking to the puppy and stroking his head.  Later I learned that the Handler was talking to the puppy, guiding him out of pup head-space and back to being a human.  I was amazed that the role play was so intense and so intimate that such a connection between the two roles, that such committed abandonment to one's natural instincts was possible.

(Puppy Cockpit begging to me.)

The next day while walking around the Castro, I saw a different puppy on the street.  This one was naked except for shoes, paws (fist mitts, jockstrap and collar.  His leash was tied to a sign post while his Handler was in a store.  Again, I was so excited by the adoption to the role, the trust the puppy had in his Handler, and the incredible commitment of the Handler to the safety and needs of his pup.

From that point on I asked around and found Brue (aka Kirk) at Mr. S Leather who introduced me to the San Francisco K9 Unit group.  Through his guidance I explored both sides of the leash and have come to realize that I am (for now) a very happy puppy."

I then asked these puppies what they found most erotic about being puppies.  I'm still new to the puppy play role myself, but taking the submissive place is natural for me.  Becoming an animal has always been a thrill of an idea, crawling around on all fours is another part of submission that I enjoy, and the leash and collar has always been a sexually controlling aspect that I am eager to experience over, and over again!

Sgt. James Andrews, U.S. Army: "The loyalty, the blind faith and loyalty that a puppy feels with his master/handler/owner/etc... and with other pups is something that is primal, magical, and blissfully wonderful. Specifically the emotional and lack of intellectual thinking, or for lack of a better term 'pup space'"

Pup Jax: "The biggest thing that I believe that is erotic to me. Is the Ecstasy of being in head space, forgetting the world into being a puppy. Sometimes being in puppy just feels right and also giving the trust and submission to your handler/Dom/Daddy whatever. The other biggest thing that is so erotic about being on all fours you and become that animal and the gear. To me sometimes the gear helps you get into the head space and even just puts you in the space that "yeah" I am in the right mood for this. Some of the other moods have been "oh I got a rag bone let me try to steal this from my handler." The other biggest thing that I like and that is erotic is partly the sexual aspect of it. Being mounted by an Alpha or even your Handler shows that the true love that you have for them. That's the best bone I like to have. "

(Pup Jax)

Pup Pup: "What about Puppy Play is Erotic to me? I would have to say the whole idea of being an obedient, loving, and caring puppy for a serious but loving trainer is what gives this puppy such an arousal. I would also have to say the idea being naked in puppy gear waiting for your trainer to give you his next commended also gets my blood pumping. Being a naked and tailed puppy servicing his owner is that hottest thing ever. Hearing your trainer say good boy as you suck his bones and petting your head along with it tells the pup that he is doing a great job and will be rewarded."

(Pup Pup)

Anonymous: "puppy play incorporates my submissive side into a real notion, a state of being, a combination of a feeling of inferiority and a sense of the subhuman, subservient to a Superior Being, as i thrive on being dominated and controlled.  The humiliation of being turned into a subhuman, an animal, strikes an erotic chord deep inside me.  Wearing a leather harness, a collar, a muzzle, a cock cage and a puppy tail creates the perfect scene, the outward appearance of a submissive dog matching my inner psyche now molded to that of a dog, which has thus become my natural state.  Submission to a Master/Handler and the privilege to serve Him has become an exhilarating mission, with an inordinate pleasure in serving,

responding obediently, using my nose and wet tongue, sniffing, licking, sucking, and serving Master cock in the mouth or ass."

Hawk Pup: "Pup play interests and arouses me on a few levels. The gear that is associated with it, be it worn by me or by a fellow pup in itself has an appeal for me. I've only begun to build my collection, but I'm always excited to acquire a new type of collar or toy. I currently have a pair of mitts and a hood I love, but I have my eye on other configurations and pup ensembles for the near future.

(Hawk Pup)

Beyond that, the concept of becoming a kind of pup/guy, dog/boy hybrid is exciting. Taking on a kind of head-space which involves a sort of "dumbness' washing over is a great thing. There's a kind of meditative "letting go" that takes place for me. It's a head-space that brings in an opportunity to be spontaneous, more playful, and less inhibited. The role-playing aspect of submitting to a handler, or wrestling for dominance to determine an Alpha pup are also very enjoyable."



Another puppy: "There are a lot of different angles to this. Some seem to get off on the dehumanization or humiliation aspect. For me, it's more about loyalty, companionship, playfulness, devotion, and a sort of feral/animalistic excitement or passion. While every pup is different, for me being a pup is distinctive from being a slave or a 'boy'... there is loyalty and devotion, but there is also a puppylike independence — sometimes the Sir/Master holding the leash needs to step in and provide some guidance/remind the pup who's boss ;)! There's also, for me, a fierce need to protect, and also, of course, a playfulness that brings lightness to it all. 

When I'm a pup in the bedroom, I'm have all of these qualities, but the need to please and my puppy like energy really shows!"

Puppy Cockpit: "For me, pup play is not a sexual thing.  At least not exclusively.  It is a complete dropping of human inhibitions and allowing myself to don a behavior, thought process and social protocol that I could not as a human.  I wear ear plugs when in my hood, which further inhibits my ability to hear and understand words.  When someone scratches behind my ears (which I REALLY like), I can hear nothing being said around me.  That's what a puppy's world is like.  Bio pups understand a few command words, but not entire sentences and concepts.  I love it when my Handler makes plans, or talks about me, while scratching my head, so I have no idea what is going on.  And being on all fours allows me to see the world in a totally different way.  I am now an expert on shoes and boots!  And I must focus my attention on my safety and keeping up to Handler.  I have no time to react to comments or music or other Human passtimes.  

I get to wander around a bar or a party, meeting people and getting petted be everyone.  If another pup shows up we get to romp, play with each other, chase a ball, or just cuddle and snooze.  When I am in pup mode, I don't talk at all, only bark, growl, whimper and indicate with paws or head direction.  If I absolutely must use my voice, I ask permission first.  This really helps drive me into pup head space and further separates my human and pup personas.

(My Puppy Cockpit at the ready.)

All the while, I am liberated from the social obligations of small talk, jokes, etc. I get to be in a social situation, get a little bit of attention, and not have any of the burden that a Human has.  And yes, occasionally, I get to sniff a really cute butt!  Something else I couldn't do as a Human!

As a Type A personality, puppy play is an escape from my usual pattern of always being in control, reserved, responsible.  It allows me to enjoy freedoms, socially, sexually and personally, that I would never let my Human side taste."

Then the question that always sets my tail wagging furiously, what is their biggest fantasy about puppy play?  

Sgt. James Andrews, U.S. Army: "I eventually want to find someone who will treat me as both the loving puppy I am and the caring person I am, and if that ends up with me curling up in their lap falling asleep watching TV then so be it"

Pup Jax: "God, where to begin. One is well wrestling with another puppy and play tug a war with him and then he shows his dominance by humping the beta. Second has been playing with two handlers. One being either one of my daddies and well being used by both of them. I think that's most of the things that have been cover in my bucket list of what haven't i done. 

But on the side note, Thank you Leather Fox for having me contribution my thoughts to your blog. And Happy Arfing :p"

Pup Pup: "I would have to say that my is biggest fantasy about Puppy Play of all time would have to be a vet scene. The scene would see me naked on all fours with my tail plug, mitts, and woof muzzle, with a collar and leash around my naked with my trainer holding it. We both wait until the vet (which would be male of course) enters his office. He has my trainer put me on the examining table, and begins to give me a full examine to make sure I am a very healthy puppy. Here is very the fantasy part comes in, the vet wants to make sure my bone is working so he edges me for a while and there hooks ups electro to my balls and cock and makes me cum. After that, my trainer and the vet take turns using my puppy hole; while I am having my tail hole used I am servicing the other with a nice blowjob. The scene would finish off with me getting cumed on by my trainer and the vet, and I would lick it all up."

Anonymous: "extended periods of puppy play, such as over a long weekend or more, full pup mode allowing the chance to enjoy for at least a time, 'life as a dog', as a natural way to exist, as well as the chance to experience public and private humiliation, especially excited about by being taken to a local  bar while in full pup mode, or at home with Master and His friends as a His dogslave"

Hawk Pup: "I've been exploring pup/handler role-play and attending a local pup night for less than six months, so I feel I have a lot more to experience and learn, but I'm definitely discovering the direction of where my interests are. The most exciting aspects of pup play for me are the transformative, meditative, transporting effects that come with the experience. It fuels my imagination, but also brings out in me a desire to remain in the present. I love being an obedient pup, getting lots of affection, and being told I'm a "good boy". Ideally, I want to continue to feel the thrill of "letting go" while in the hands of a gifted and capable handler, who I trust completely, who acts as a kind of facilitator, but also a keen partner, co-creator, and sharer in both the playful and erotic experience. This pup is on a journey of knowing, appreciating and enjoying the brilliance and love inside him and all around him. Pup play is a wonderful path to take :D"


Another puppy:"This is tricky for me because, unlike, say, electro play, puppy play is more of a lifestyle or orientation than a 'kink activity' — it's more like being a boy, or etc... yes, there is an erotic component, but it's more about how you think and go about your relationships. 


That said, I do love a good collar/lead scenario in the bedroom... something about having someone tug on my leash to guide me/tell me what to do is a real turn-on that, at its core, really derives from a fixation on and desire for control. "

Cockpit: "This is going to sound funny, but my biggest puppy fantasy right now is pretty vanilla... well as vanilla as one can be while discussing a fetish! :)   I am very fortunate to have found two Handlers, one in Long Beach where I live and one in San Francisco where I visit often.  San Francisco is such an open city that not much shocks the public on the street.  I have already been out in public, on transit and in restaurants in full pup gear several times and it was fantastic.  And I have been put to bed (on the floor of course) in pup gear to sleep overnight.  But each of these experiences has been a few hours at a time.

(Puppy Cockpit happy where he belongs.)

Next I hope to have a multi-day pup experience, where I am in pup mode 24 hours a day.  This will take a huge commitment by myself and my Handler(s) who take care of me for these days.  And I'm not even thinking about sex in any way (although all dogs do like a nice bone!).  If all goes well, I hope to live out this fantasy this year at IML, save for the travel portions to/from airports and the few hours I am volunteering at WoofCamp.  

Wag!"

That was amazing, puppies! Thank you all so much for sharing your selves with me and my audience!  You all deserve so much praise for your bravery!  What good dogs you all are!  

I've given the idea some thought, and I'd say a fantasy I'd love to experience is a transformation into pup space.  A Dominant would order me on all fours and place a leather or rubber dog hood on my head, turning me into a beast.  He would then take my hands, and enclose them in puppy mitts, stealing my human ability away from me.  A rubber puppy tail buttplug is then inserted into me, slowly, I start to whimper as my tight hole fights to reject the plug, but he firmly pushes it in, and forces me to become a dog complete with a wagging tail!  A collar, soft leather, is slipped around my neck, sealing my identity as my Dominant's dog.  I am then subject to molestation, kisses, heavy petting, and sexual domination as my Dominant's loyal pet.  Then when he has had his fill of me, I am chained to the bedpost and made to sleep in a large doggy bed at the foot of the bed of my Dominant.  Always working hard for that verbal reward "Good boy!" with pets.

Happy pupping my dear readers!

Play Safe.

"Leather and Meatballs"

As of now, I have thrown a total of 5 separate events,

"Leather Men and Dogs"
"Leather Men and Dogs 2"
"Grand Kink and Fetish Ball"
"Puppy Love"

and on April 22nd I threw "Leather and Meatballs".

The event itself wasn't what I had expected it to be.  I had planned everything out in advance, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, I spoke with the manager and the catering director of Paradise Piano Bar and he helped me organize and make sure I had everything I needed so I didn't forget or overlook any details.

I advertised like a madman, I threw my ad out everywhere, Blade Magazine, Leatherati, Fetlife, Facebook, I tweeted it on Twitter, and posted the event information as many places as possible.  I printed tickets and sold them online via Paypal, and offline with cash transactions.  It was possibly the most work I had ever put into an event yet, with so many small details and new ventures explored.  I had never sold tickets before, let alone made my own, nor have I used Paypal before then either.

Then the Thursday night before my event, I was with the Mello Moto Motorcycle group when one of our members told me that I may not see a big audience as I had hoped for.  When I asked why, he told me that my event was the same night as a big anniversary party for the Eagle bar in Los Angeles.  That explained it all.  In my preparations I had overlooked the calender of other events, and competing against one of the strongest leather bars in LA celebrating an anniversary is rookie-level foolishness.  It explained the lagging ticket sales, and the low response to my event posts.  Now in no way was I angry, offended, or upset, I understood the elements in play and I was still going to have a good time regardless.

When it came time for the event, I had everything set, the prizes donated by The Crypt in Long Beach and Skobar Photography were in place, and all I had to do was was calm the fuck down and greet my guests.  The first person to walk in was none other than my amazing puppy, Cockpit!  Seeing him first knocked me down three anxiety levels out of five.  This puppy has helped me out so many times, taken me to so many places, and I cannot get enough of him!  I love him!  Next my good friend Pug, who hosts the Southern California Leather Gathering which is a huge picnic in the park and all kinds of people attend and have an amazing time!  I'll be going this year so you'll get a full blog post of that as well!  Following Pug was a dashingly handsome older man in a tight leather uniform shirt that accented his bold chest, leather pants tucked neatly into his tall engineer boots.  This was Dave, who was the sir of his boy Alex and Alex's girlfriend. My final guest was Richard, the manager of The Crypt.

Once everyone was seated, I started the evening, thanking them for coming and going around the table having everyone introduce themselves.  The night went very smoothly, and instead of a grand, huge event, I was privileged with a pleasant, intimate dinner with new and close friends.  Our server, Chris, was very attentive, and the food was absolutely delicious.  We enjoyed a 3-course meal of Classic Caesar Salad, followed by traditional Spaghetti and Meatballs, and finished with a warm Brownie with Vanilla Ice Cream.  After dessert I held the raffle, and the night came to its pleasant conclusion.

Sometimes you don't get what you want, but you receive what you need, and I needed a nice intimate dinner with close friends.

Thank you to my sponsors, Paradise Piano Bar, Skobar Photography, and The Crypt in Long Beach.

Thank you to my friends who support me, who attended and made the night so enjoyable.

Thank you, dear reader, for returning again and again, giving me feedback, and listening to my life thus far.

Play Safe.

Tickle Torturing a Young Beast, and the First Sleepsack

The evening of April 1st of this year, my handsome puppy Cockpit picked me up in his Air Force uniform and took me up to Socal Bondage Club where we met up with my friends Isaac who I was to have control over for the evening, Sekrel, and their hot friend Leo.  I was soon spotted by Patrick and his new Sir, or "Boss" as he prefers to be addressed, Alex, who motioned for me to come over.  As soon as I was within striking distance, they tied me up and began to tickle me mercilessly!

Boss Alex had mentioned before how much he had wanted to play with me, and now he was, and I was certain he was going to enjoy every moment of my torture.  As his tickling progressed, I became wild, most likely due to my dominant energy still being active when I walked in meeting with Isaac and the boys, so when they tied me I was feeling quite confidant and full of spunk.  Boss Alex tickled harder, and once he let me rest and catch my breath, I looked him right in the eye, locked him in a challenging gaze and I growled, 

"More!" 

My torture continued, the tickling more intense, I gasped for air in between fits of laughter, and when he did show mercy long enough I threw out instigating taunts, "Show me what you got!" I felt wild! Like an animal! I didn't care about consequence! I wanted him to break me! To show me the full extent of his power, to see just how much I could take!

Eventually they wore me down, I couldn't take any more as my body reached its limit and begged for mercy, they didn't let up.  "I didn't hear a safe word, boy!"  I used every safe word I could think of as the oxygen left my lungs and my body screamed for it to stop. "Yellow! Stop! Abate!" Boss Alex continued to tickle me. "SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALADOCIOUS for fuck's sake!" I begged!  That did it, and Boss Alex let up at last.  As Patrick and Boss Alex untied me, Boss Alex gave me water, but first he drank it then spit it into my mouth, which was very hot.  I looked over to the couch to see Isaac looking disappointed, I motioned him over and asked what was wrong.

I had made a huge mistake.

I had completely neglected to inform Isaac that, while we was under my control for the night, he was more than welcome to seek out trusted play if I was incapacitated.  In my oversight he had become upset and disappointed.  I felt like utter shit.  I told him to go find someone to play with whom he wanted to while I was released, he nodded and went to ask Sir Ian nearby if he would play with him, and he happily began to tie him up.  The guilt sat in my stomach like an icy stone.  I decided that it was only just punishment if I were to go without play until Isaac was finished, no matter how long his scene were to go on.  During this time I practiced rope chaining repeatedly.  When all my rope was chained, I unraveled it and started over, each time reminding myself of why I was doing it and who I had wronged.  When Isaac completed his scene, I took him to the lounge, sat him down, took his hand in mine, and apologized properly to his face for my actions.  Thankfully he accepted my apology and we spent the remainder of our time together in the lounge discussing things until Sir John said it was time for me to go home with him.

Arriving home, Sir John molested me as he saw fit, stripped me naked, collared me with my favorite leather padded slave collar, and took me to bed.  In the morning I was bound, and fucked hard and long before he was satisfied and he started breakfast.  I was released and ordered to clean up the bedroom, which I happily obliged to.  After a healthy meal, I was taken back to bed and we cuddled together before he pounded my boy hole once more, it is my regret that I couldn't last as long this time, as my poor ass was so sore from his merciless banging, when he pulled out my hole felt as if it were glowing red with heat.  We cuddled a little more, his arms around me holding me close, the feeling of safety in a Sir's embrace.  He then turned over and presented to me he ass, and it was now my turn!

Condom slid on, and lubricated, I slowly slid inside of him and he took all of me inside.  I felt a rush of dominant energy flow into me like before, a wild beastly energy burning to the forefront!  I was in control! I was in charge! I fucked him, and hard! It felt great! It felt amazing! I pounded his ass harsh and fast! I roared loudly! I could feel the pressure inside of me building! Oh fuck, I was close! I was going to finally explode!  Suddenly my breath became short, and my body wouldn't let me go further!  Damn it all! I was so close! I was merely inches away from sweet, succulent release!  I grasped him close in a cold sweat and admitted I could no longer go on, I slid out gently and he took me in his arms once more.  He told me I did great, but my desire to cum inside of him remained strong, I had come closer this time, closer to my first hands-free explosion.

Sir John then slid a condom on himself, and flipped me over, my time as dominant was over, and I reentered my submissive role once more as his rock hard member slid inside of me again.  My ass had healed with rest from the last fucking, and I was happily able to take his relentless thrusting and pounding of my hole until he achieved his peak and roared loudly, coming yet again inside of me!  We rested, my body in his arms once more, my boy hole raw and sore.

Later when we finally rose from the bed, he led me into the front bedroom where he prepared a neoprene sleepsack.  For a while I had a hard time with my hands being restrained to my sides, but recent experiences with straitjackets thanks to Sir Michael, have trained me out of my fear.  I became frustrated seeing men enjoying straitjackets and sleepsacks, raving about how wonderful they felt, I wanted to join them!  I see my fears as nothing more than petty obstacles my mind is putting in my way.  The only thing standing between me and a good time is myself.  Stripped naked, I slid into the sleepsack, my arms into the sleeves at my sides, and I laid back onto the bondage table as Sir John zipped me inside.  The sack encased me tightly, anxiety began to close in on me, breathing slowly I eased away from it, I wanted to stay inside!  Sir John then took a length of rope and laced the sack to the bed, if I wanted out any time soon it was going to take a while, so I was going to stay put whether I liked it or not.  He then did what he says most of his subs really enjoy, he held a large mirror board above me so I could see myself in my predicament.  It was amazing!  I was finally bound inside a sleepsack!  I fucking did it!  In your face, anxiety!

I stayed comfortably inside the sleepsack up until my arms began to ache, which felt like a good 30-40 minutes, but then time loses meaning when you're screwing around like I do.  He unlaced the rope, and slowly unzipped the sack, chilly air hit my sweaty body and it felt as if I was just released from a safety pod. I clung to him, wet, cold, and naked.  I felt vulnerable, but safe in his arms as always.  I was protected.  I was then led downstairs into the dungeon and a heavy metal slave collar was affixed around my neck, along with a heavy chain.  I was ordered into the puppy cage, and locked inside, my chain wrapped around a bar and locked in place.  Sir John then generously draped a blanket over my shivering naked body, and left me to lie in my prison alone as he busied himself with other matters in the other room.  I relished my confinement, my safety, until I fell asleep smiling.

I awoke to find Sir John standing over me, he unlocked the cage and proceeded to fuck me yet again!  I looked in the mirror board next to the cage, and watched him as he made my boy hole his plaything once more.  Sore and exhausted is how he left me, locking the cage door behind him.  He returned soon after, and provided me with food, a multigrain bar, a banana, a bottle of water, and some apple rings.  I ate and drank with sincere gratitude, knowing full well how lucky I was to be cared for in such a generous way.  I put my trash in the neatest little pile I could, nestled back under the blanket, my head on the little leather pillow, and soon fell back asleep feeling the weight of the collar around my neck, clanking against the heavy chain reminding me of who I belonged to that day.

Sir John returned and woke me, ordered me out of the cage, and slowly released me from my heavy metal collar.  Like always, as the collar left my neck and was taken away, it felt as if a thin veil of reality swept away with it and my mental state turned to a different channel in the background.  My service to him that weekend had come to an end.  

I thank you, Sir.

Play Safe.

Fetish of the Month 2012: April - Bikers

I apologize for the delay, but here it is! The FETISH OF THE MONTH!

For April I set my sights on men who have a love for biker gear!

You see them on their iron horses, their hogs, their rice rockets, sporting that drool-worthy body armor, with tantalizing matching gloves and boots, and those full-face helmets, now you can read what drives them to the gear!  We have a few fun photos to appreciate, all thanks to Cowboybikers on Gearfetish! Be sure to send them a thank you!

First question to turn the key in the ignition, "How did you first discover your fetish for bikes and biker gear?"

"As a kid, we lived on a main street. Whenever I heard a bike coming I used to run to the window hoping to catch sight of it, preferably with a guy in full leathers on board. So, surprisingly early in retrospect :) And yes, I still do it - I can apparently hear a sportbike coming from 20 miles away."

Cowboybikers has told me..."I personally first discovered my fetish for biker gear at a very young age, but never really realized it was a fetish. At a young age I enjoyed dressing in my dads boots and gear, and layering was always fun. I'd try and put as much on as I could and just sit there for hours. This was probably when I was age 4 or 5. My parents just thought it was cute. Growing up in a non biker climate, I never really saw guys in full gear. My first fetish came with helmets. I loved how you couldn't tell who was under a dark visor or chrome one when I saw them. I remember in the late 1980s there was a movie on tv, and I wa young. There were two guys drag racing in cars. It was at night, and they zoomed in and showed one guy dressed in full black leather with a black helmet and black visor (pretty smart for night right?) but it is something that has stuck with me since. I wish I knew the video. I just remember it was a yellow and pink car and nothing else. It wasn't until the advent of the internet that I really started noticing guys in race suits, and sportbikss. I thought they just looked so masculine and intimidating, and those bikes that would fly past you on he highway just seemed so badass. Fast forward into my twenties and living on my own (because face it my parents were not going to let me own a motorcycle) I wanted the gear... but I felt fake if I just had the gear. So I decided in order to wear the gear, I need a motorcycle. So I went out, took the MSF class, bought a bike, and then the motorcycle gear followed. At first I thought I was invincible, and everyone loved the gear... until I got a lot of shit for wearing it, and even nearly ran off the road a few times. Here in Kansas City its not like CA... there are hardly any bikers wearing gear. So after Ii had my run ins with those people I really had a hard time getting back in the gear and going on the bike. I began associating that everyone knew my gear interest and knew that I liked to "get off" in it... just when they looked at me in it. Even though that is absurd, it was a hurdle. Each year gets a bit easier, and I've learned to not worry too much what others think. As for my partner... his first taste with the bike and gear was when he was a dishwasher at a resteraunt. He said one day one of the waiters came in on his day off dressed in full sportbike leathers, walked thru the kitchen to the front, and he was just in awe. From there, it made him want to get a bike and have the gear that matched perfectly. "


"I've known that biker gear was a turn-on since forever, specifically the full racing look with helmet and all. It wasn't until very recently that I pursued it for myself however, like just a few years ago.


A friend, a fellow gearhead, had a matching set of gloves and racing leathers he sold to me. It was a big deal - my first motorcycle gear. Prior to that I had convinced myself that it wasn't practical to invest in anything since I didn't have the actual motorcycling outlet or application to use it in. It took a lot to get over that mental block, though at this point it's happily irrelevant now that I've got a motorcycle and am riding it regularly.


In addition to that I've also been really lucky to have played with guys in motorcycle gear..it's actually how I met my partner."

All very nice answers to get things started!  I don't remember the exact time I personally found bikers erotic, possibly soon after I discovered myself as gay, and the eroticism followed.  As of today, my ears will always perk up when I hear the roar of a bike down the street and I'll do what I can to catch a glimpse of the rider before he zooms out of sight.

Second question to rev the engine and make it roar! "What is most erotic about motorcycles and the gear for you?"



"Having it on the other guy. And as far as any specific gear goes it starts with the helmet. Specifically the ones with a dark or mirrored visor that hide the wearer's face. There's something about that anonymity that really messes with me (in a good way)..."

Cowboybikers divulged, "The thing that is most erotic about gear/bikes (and this is for both of us) is the powerful captavating image it portrays. The freedom, and the adventure. We both enjoy gear much more when its associated with someone who actually wears it for purpose rather than just play. There are a lot of bedroom bikers, which there is nothing wrong with, but they don't quite understand the purpose and meaning of the gear until its used for its purpose."


"Leather definitely is a part of it. I can't really explain why someone in one-piece suit on a shiny sportbike is so sexy. It must be genetic. The combination of a powerful machine and a mysterious guy in full gear. They say smell is the most powerful sense, and leather is highly stimulatiing in that dept...."

I myself love the masculinity of sportbike gear, the colorful one-piece suits (especially if they're blue), big thick boots with great eye-catching designs and textures to match those riding gloves as they grip the handlebars, and to finish everything off, that helmet.  Full-face, dark visor.  The perfect way to be completely anonymous.  An armored rider who doesn't say a thing other than hand signals.  A friendly wave back when you wave at him, a nod when you compliment his bike, and maybe one day a point to the back seat when he catches you looking at him too long.

Finally! The third question that sends us zooming down the highway! "What is your biggest fantasy concerning motorcycles and biker gear?"



"Apart from bikes and gear, I love dominance and surprise, so it would combine those. Going on a ride with someone new and stopping somewhere remote.  Having them unexpectedly trying to jump me, and wrestling with each other. Of course it's fun to lose, so ending up in a choke hold would be hot ;) Then coming to while bound and gagged, and seeing what destination thay have their fetish GPS set to."

Cowboybikers let me in on their fantasy, "Our biggest fantasy? Wow, thats a tough one. I think and this will probably sound really lame, but just to enjoy our time together on a winding, twisty, mountain road in colorado. Stopping for lunch somewhere on the bikes. Being together and sharing the experience of a ride, looking at one another from a distance, and knowing who is under that helmet and gear, is special."


"I was never one to identify a specific act or collection of gear  as a particular fantasy. For me it's less so about that as much as it would be about what's going on with the other geared-up guy. What's his behavior and how would he respond to mine? What's the context for our interaction?


If those pieces were in place then the specifics wouldn't really matter, I'd consider that situation total fantasy material whatever it might be.


One Halloween within the last decade I was going through a random outdoor maze. Typical lower-budget setup. Not that crowded. At one point I fell a tad behind with the group I was in and came across a spook of some sort..I couldn't even tell you what the specific costume was. For sure he was dark and had a full mask on, maybe a random demon possibly, but the effect was sold by how he played the character. Slower movements. He wasn't doing the typical hide & startle thing. He may have been just watching me as I approached. There was nobody else around. When I stopped in front of him he leaned forward and held out his hand. I thought that was odd, the big thing with all these mazes is that the patrons aren't supposed to touch or mess with the performers and here he is inviting that. But okay, I'll bite. I reached up and touched the performer. I took his gloved/costumed hand. He closed his fingers around my hand and held on firmly. That was all. Nothing scary about that, but a moment later when I went to let go and pull away he resisted my efforts and squeezed tighter. He pulled me towards him slightly and leaned even more forward. I wasn't really sure what he was going to do at that point but he definitely got my attention!


I don't remember what I did at that point. I think I said something lame like "you've got me..now what?". But it was basically over a locked stare. He never said anything back. Eventually he released my hand and I went on my way, catching up with the group that left me behind. Looking back I saw the guy watching me. I watched him watch me until the maze prevented it..


That exchange, as trivially minimal as it was, left a huge impression on me. Burned into my head to this day. I even tried going back to that place in following years in hopes that the same performer might be there again in the same maze.


Now, if you had asked me prior to that what my ultimate Halloween haunted house experience would be I would never in a million years have come up with that. But there it was, and without question that was the coolest haunted house experience I've ever had.


Not to say that my gear fantasy is having a guy in motorcycle gear hold my hand. But I would believe that if the guy had the right wavelength going on in his head, something as simple as that would be enough to make it ultimate fantasy material.


So yeah, that's the domain I would start in to talk about anything motorcycle-fantasy related. Behavior. And then decorate it with the motorcycle and the gear and I'm a happy camper. I might even start with that halloween guy performer behavior as an initial pass of something that would have me weak at the knees."

Thank you gentlemen for sharing your inner most secrets and fantasies with me and my readers, we deeply appreciate it.

As for me, I've often dreamed of a man in full leather biker gear, big black harness boots, thick black gauntlet gloves, and a black leather biker jacket wearing a matching black helmet with dark visor to ride up to me one evening, stop and look me over, then beckon me to come closer with those gloved hands.  As I approach he stands and dismounts his cruiser and he pulls me in so I'm trapped in his grip, he takes my chin in his grasp and forces me to look at him, I can feel his eyes scanning me from behind the visor.  His gloves slide down to my hips and he grips a little harder.  He points to the back seat, not a word is said, at the helmet resting there.  I heed his order and put it on, he saddles up and revs the engine, then orders me on the back with a firm gesture. When I board his gloved hand reaches behind, slides down my leg and we ride off a moment later.

Through the night city, lights and cars, into the hills, long empty roads where one leads to a darkened house.  We park in the driveway, and there are two sport bikes waiting. One blue, the other red.  Off the bike, and then the garage door opens to reveal only darkness.  He grabs me by the belt and pulls me inside, the door closing behind me, sealing off my escape, the door to the house is opened, and I'm pushed inside another dark room and caught by someone else, and held tight against an armored chest.  The door shuts, the lights go on...and I'm being held tightly by a biker in red, with a black visor as well.  A biker in blue armor, arms folded, mirrored visor slowly approaches, and I feel the biker in black come up behind me.

I'm completely surrounded.  My helmet is pulled off, my face stroked softly, and then there's a tug at my belt...


Ride and play safely dear readers!

A Weekend With My Leather Brother and a Sir.

The weekend that ended March and began April of this year was yet another enjoyable one.

I traveled by the railway down from Los Angeles to San Diego, catching an earlier departure than usual.  Unfortunately due to a tragic circumstance involving a woman who took her own life on the tracks, we were delayed.  It's always a tragedy when something like this comes to be, however we can still take some solace in knowing that this person is no longer suffering from whatever possessed them to do such a horrible thing.

After an interesting ride with my seatmate Peggy, who made all the delays and stalls entertaining with intellectual discussion, I arrived in San Diego and eagerly contacted Dizzy.  I had not seen him since the Gear Party with Sir Michael, and I wasn't physically able to touch him due to my bindings which frustrated me to no end that night, and my body ached for his arms around me once more.  I finally met up with him in a construction shelter tunnel along the way to the dungeon for the Beat and Greet, and like always he raced up to me, picked me up off my feet, and swung me around in that romantic hug and swing as I laughed with great joy.  It was so wonderful to feel his embrace again, now as my Leather Brother.

We made a short stop at a few places before heading up to the dungeon space.  We talked a short while before Dizzy asked me to remove my shirt so he could flog me.  It took a little longer for me to drop into submissive mindset comfortably, a few annoyances had intruded in on my headspace and refused to leave until Dizzy told me to go into my "happy place".  After a few good strikes, I was able to relax and really enjoy him working my back, listening to the slap of leather on my skin, focusing on my breath, feeling the impact of each throw.  After I was comfortably soothed he handed me the floggers and asked to see my florentine technique.  I happily showed him what I was able to do, a few training tweaks later, he presented his back to me and it was time to perform my first live florentine.

I took a breath and did my best to relax and focus.  I began, starting with my non-dominant hand, then swapped to my dominant hand after a few throws, falling into my rythem I threw with both hands, the floggers spun and slapped at his back.  I did my best to keep my strikes narrow, keeping away from Dizzy's spine and keeping the tips from wrapping the sides of his chest.  Flogging is no light matter whatsoever, several things are going on at once that you must pay close attention to, plus the physical effort of throwing the floggers in sync with each other can wear you down.  Before too long, Dizzy said that was enough and my arms fell to my sides, the drain hitting me with the tingle of the effort.  He turned to me and smiled, "That was perfect."

No fucking way.  I pulled a "perfect" on my first live florentine!? I was ecstatic! I started laughing and I hugged Dizzy tightly!  Perfect he said! Hahahaha! I can't wait until I actually get my very own pair of floggers! Then I can practice even more!

We stayed at the dungeon a little longer, chatting with other members before we decided to leave and cabbed home.  Once at Dizzy's condo we headed up to his room where presented me with me a pair of his underwear he didn't want anymore.  A pair of short, skimpy, pink boy underwear. I immediately fell in love with them!  Yes, I like the color pink, it's a soft sweet shade of bubblegum, a color I find comfort in, something that is warm, sugary, innocent, and friendly.  Don't laugh, the power color has over the human mind is remarkable.  For me, pink relaxes and comforts, reminding me of a saccrine, syrupy feeling bringing a gentle smile to my lips.

After thanking him for the new undies, we began to kiss and became very intimate.  He dominated me in the best way, and I received him eagerly, greedily, I wanted him! All of him! Every bit!  I missed him so badly, I had ached for this moment to return, I didn't care how much or little it hurt!  It would hurt more to not have it at all or ever again!  I savored every romantic second I had with him, from the time we undressed to the time I fell asleep in his arms.  My handsome, sexy leather brother.

The morning came, and we had breakfast then headed down to Mitsuwa for a delicious meal, I discovered I enjoyed Natto (fermented soybeans, served on steamed rice) then we returned to the condo and rested a short while before Dizzy helped me work out.  It was so sexy to see his muscular arms tensing and flexing, watching him lift weights made me grin, he said that someone had told him he wasn't working out properly.  I kissed those smooth, rock-hard arms of his and told him not to listen to such fucked up nonsense. His efforts had results, and the results were making me really horny.  After our workout together we made our way back into his bedroom and this time it was my turn to take him...

I bound his wrists in leather restraints then clipped them to the metal rings in the bedposts.  I then seated myself on his chest, and with a soft wicked smile I started to tickle my prisoner!  Oh he did not like that at all, he being an alpha in the bedroom, he writhed, strained, struggled and even cussed at me!  I had to teach him that cursing and calling your captor names was not such a good idea when the man who sat upon your chest held your freedom.   A felt a fun little sadistic urge emerging the more he struggled and spat out swears.  He attempted to free himself by unclipping his wrists from the bedpost which only resulted in more tickle punishment.  I may be too soft-hearted, as I gave in after the fourth time he successfully unclipped his wrist, but next time I'm going to be a bit more thorough in making him my helpless plaything!  We wasted no time, and with condom unrolled, I made love to him.  It was beautiful to feel him from the inside, to gaze into his eyes, to feel his weight on me, kissing him deeply, until he reached his peak and burst!  Oh, my sweet Dizzy puppy...I love being inside of your irresistible ass!

Afterwards we shared a warm shower together, cleansing our bodies of excitement and sweat in the soft soapy water as it cascaded down over the two of us holding each other in the steamy confines of tile and glass.  We then made our way downstairs and relaxed in front of the TV.  Unfortunately something urgent came up and I wasn't able to stay the night, much to both our disappointment.  We walked over to In-n-Out, had our last meal together for the weekend, and walked home having great conversation both ways.  Thankfully, Sir Michael was available to take me in for the night and he arrived a little while after we returned to Dizzy's.  I gave Dizzy a tight hug goodnight before making my way to Sir Michael's car, he had arrived in full leather gear and he looked spectacular!  He took drove me home where he held me under the blanket and we watched Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail before retiring for the night but not before thanking him repeatedly for coming to pick me up and hosting me on such short notice.

That morning I was bound in a straitjacket, bishop's head harness, a strap wrapped my legs, and my feet were slipped into leather socks.  My ankles were chained to the bed, and my collar chained to the bedpost.  Now I still have some anxiety with straitjackets, not as bad as it used to be thanks to the previous visit and Sir Michael's retraining, but I started to feel the panic in the distance.  He placed his hand on me and calmed me down again, talking me down, and allowing me to enjoy restrictive bondage once more!  He is a grand example of a good Sir!  He enjoyed me in my helpless state, and I struggled for his enjoyment, hearing the chains rattle, the leather creaking, grunting futilessly as I writhed in my bondage drove him crazy and he came.  Then he grabbed my hard member and worked me for ages, I closed my eyes and went into my own headspace.  Savoring the situation, letting my imagination go where it wished.  Thoughts of military men entered my head and I told Sir Michael the fantasy as it played out.  A few young, buff recruits on the base surround me, wicked smiles on their faces, their chests bulging under their tight marpat uniforms, the blouse sleeves folded up around their huge biceps, big crushing hands stroking the bulges in their marpat pants that are stuffed into their tan desert boots. They carry me into the barracks and take turns with me, dominating me one way and the next, tied to the bedframe and molested, untied and led into the showers to be stripped and played with, I didn't get any farther than that as my orgasm ended my dictation.  It was overdue and intense!

Cleaned up then dressed, we headed out to a place called Babbo's, and it is worth mentioning as the restaurant proudly displays the Bear Pride flag right beside the stairs that lead up into the big dining room.

Not to mention the crepes there were fantastic.  We returned to Sir Michael's apartment where I was bound once more in chains and shackles and Sir Michael had me help him bake a cake in bondage.  Like a good boy should! I had to make a quick run out to the store to pick up more oil, which I happily did wearing my title vest sans the chains (walking up and down hill in chains may get me in trouble, plus you could easily trip and badly hurt yourself if you fall).  The cake finished, we made a dash to the station, unfortunately I missed the train as it pulled out just as I arrived.  A pleasant drive around town later and Sir Michael helped me catch the next ride up to Los Angeles, completing yet another fun and exciting weekend spent in San Diego.

Thank you Dizzy, and Sir Michael!

Play Safe Dear Readers.