In the start of June I had a guest over at my apartment for the evening, a very handsome and very tall man whom I had met online. We had negotiated beforehand, gotten to know each other before he came over, and we started the night with him in handcuffs clipped to the bungee cord wrapped around my doorframe.
I have been gifted with a bedroom that has an open space above the door so I may drape whatever I wish around the large resulting beam. What hangs there now is a bungee cord with two metal clips, providing an excellent bondage point.
Once helpless I proceeded to molest him, he is considerably taller than I am and I find it wonderful to be able to play with taller men, especially when they dominate me, however it was a thrill to have someone who outranks me in height to be calling me "Sir". It was definitely healthy for my ego to hear him moan, gasp, struggle, and call me Sir. I was giving him pleasure and in return his happiness fed my own confidence and joy.
At times he would playfully resist my kiss, so forcing my tongue down his throat was even more fun than the usual make out. Gagging him with a bandanna, I moved on to taking off his pants and furthering my molestation of my tall, bound boy. I moved him over to the bed where I bound his ankles, and I uncuffed him to take off his shirt, he then struggled to to handcuff me instead! I overpowered him and handcuffed him again, and as punishment for his blatant insubordination I tickled him mercilessly until he understood that he made a big mistake and apologized for it.
I then took my time enjoying his body, licking, caressing, teasing, and biting him until I felt ready for the night to come to its conclusion. I began to jerk his sweet dick, which had been dripping with precum the entire evening. He got closer and closer to his peak, I rubbed him faster, faster, faster! He finally shot his nice, hot load, and with the most satisfying of moans I've heard, filled with relief and ecstasy!
I soon joined him, after jerking my own meat and releasing a wonderful orgasm that had built up during the torture and pleasure I inflicted upon my handsome prisoner. After some pillow talk later, I found that he was a former cowboy! Oh how lucky! Tall, handsome, and I can just imagine him in a stetson and boots! Woof! What a night that might be!
I look forward to tying up a cowboy!
Play Safe Dear Reader!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
CSW Leather 2012 and Skin Tight #1!
Back in the beginning of June this year, I had just an amazingly great day.
Started things off with a trip to the ice rink with my puppy Cockpit and a friend of ours to help me learn how to skate. I'm like a baby deer when I'm on the ice, it's pretty pathetic. The two had a ball teasing me while teaching me how to stay standing on the frozen floor. The smell of the rink took me back to the days when I was a little kid learning how to figure skate (textbook gay, I know, shut the fuck up), of course there were men on the ice that nearly had me fall from distraction however I don't know how attractive I was, desperately clinging to the wall trying to learn how to merely stand without falling on my ass.
After our fun little lesson at the Ice Gardens, I joined up with boy Jr. and Sir Dino and we headed up to the Mr. CSW Leather contest, remarkably the contest was already nearing its end which is usually unheard of, as leather contests usually last until midnight when the winners are announced. We watched as Kieron Ryan won Mr. CSW Leather 2012, and I cannot wait to see what he does with his title year and what kind of events he'll throw.
It was around 9:30pm when we headed down to Pistons for Skin Tight, their first rubber night event. There were rubber furries and men in zentai there! I was even invited into a sexy group cuddle! Oh that was heaven! My body being molested by sexy slim men in rubber puppy gear, furries hugging on me, I met a puppy couple, Puppeh and TK, who were very nice and incredibly hot in their sexy gear! Woof! Puppeh massaged my scalp with his paws, which was absolutely fucking amazing.
There was an array of fascinating gear and suits, an inflated dinosaur suiter named Zebra, and a beautifully dark Jackal gas mask with GLOWING PIPING! I shit you not, you could see this wonderful mask from across the fucking patio! It was magnificent! Seeing all the rubber hoods made me want to get a puppy hood of my very own!
Urgh! I love rubber! It's so dark, slick, and sexy! So sinister! Sensual! And the smell of it! Urf! I can't wait to have another molest pile, god that was fucking hot!
Play Safe my friends!
Started things off with a trip to the ice rink with my puppy Cockpit and a friend of ours to help me learn how to skate. I'm like a baby deer when I'm on the ice, it's pretty pathetic. The two had a ball teasing me while teaching me how to stay standing on the frozen floor. The smell of the rink took me back to the days when I was a little kid learning how to figure skate (textbook gay, I know, shut the fuck up), of course there were men on the ice that nearly had me fall from distraction however I don't know how attractive I was, desperately clinging to the wall trying to learn how to merely stand without falling on my ass.
After our fun little lesson at the Ice Gardens, I joined up with boy Jr. and Sir Dino and we headed up to the Mr. CSW Leather contest, remarkably the contest was already nearing its end which is usually unheard of, as leather contests usually last until midnight when the winners are announced. We watched as Kieron Ryan won Mr. CSW Leather 2012, and I cannot wait to see what he does with his title year and what kind of events he'll throw.
It was around 9:30pm when we headed down to Pistons for Skin Tight, their first rubber night event. There were rubber furries and men in zentai there! I was even invited into a sexy group cuddle! Oh that was heaven! My body being molested by sexy slim men in rubber puppy gear, furries hugging on me, I met a puppy couple, Puppeh and TK, who were very nice and incredibly hot in their sexy gear! Woof! Puppeh massaged my scalp with his paws, which was absolutely fucking amazing.
There was an array of fascinating gear and suits, an inflated dinosaur suiter named Zebra, and a beautifully dark Jackal gas mask with GLOWING PIPING! I shit you not, you could see this wonderful mask from across the fucking patio! It was magnificent! Seeing all the rubber hoods made me want to get a puppy hood of my very own!
Urgh! I love rubber! It's so dark, slick, and sexy! So sinister! Sensual! And the smell of it! Urf! I can't wait to have another molest pile, god that was fucking hot!
Play Safe my friends!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Fetish of the Month 2012: August - Cowboys
Hello my friends, this month is going to be about my current heartthrob of a fetish. Down home guys, men of the land, we're talkin' about COWBOYS this month! YEE-HAW!
I've rounded up a group of fine, handsome gentlemen who are kind enough to tell me all about their cowboy fetish and what it means to them, so sit back and read on my friends!
First question to get the horse out of the stable is "How did you first discover cowboy gear"?
"Y.
1) My fetish for cowboy gear was certainly driven by cowboy boots. When I was a kid some family friends came to visit and they had just done a trip to the USA and their son who was about my age came wearing a pair of red cowboy boots with natural soles and heels and pointed toes and lots of detail stitching on the shaft. I can remember those boots as if was yesterday. I recall just being totally fascinated with those boots. Later on in my early teens my best mates much older brother went on a road trip to western USA and came back with a pair of really cool square toe cowboy boots. At the time cowboy boots were in fashion but the ones you could get in the high street shops were pretty horrible clunky things with no finesse, but these boots that he got in the States were just SO much better styled and made.
This guy was very fit and handsome and had great fashion sense too - so I was bessotted with him and his boots. Just couldn't keep my eyes off him in those tight jeans, tight t-shirt, leather jacket and boots. I loved it when he gave us a lift in his car - watching him pump those pedals in those boots was very hot. He wore those boots every moment of every day and they soon became really tatty and worn and the more worn out they got, the more they turned me on. A few times i managed to find them unattended in the house and tried them on. Instant wood!!!!! I loved the smell of them too, that leather just smelled so much stronger than regular shoes. Then one day I discovered he'd thrown those boots out - I was gutted!!! I would have given them a very loving home!!!
Anyway shortly after he bought a new pair of boots and they were even more awesome than the first pair. They were mexican boots, the brand was La Grand Bota and they were dark blue with amazing multicolour stitching on the shafts. They had the most extreme pointy toes and very very undershot heels. One day I was winding him up and annoying him for a laugh and he kicked me in the ass with those boots - man i nearly came in my pants that instant. Again he wore those boots all time and they just got sexier each time. Seeing him drive in those boots used to make me so hard I could barely walk at the journeys end. He had those boots reheeled and resoled many times over the years and I was truly obsessed with them (and him) The first time I tried those boots on I was so horny that I was nearly sick with excitement as I slipped my bare feet into them. When I stood up in them they rocked right back on those undershot heels, that turned me on SO much and I was sporting one major raging horn. I wish I knew what happened to those boots... Well that got me into the whole cowboy thing and as time passed every part of the cowboy look got more and more attractive. Seeing a sexy guy in cowboy gear and sharp boots riding a powerful stallion at full gallop is a truly awesome sight to me.
I can see how others may see it as bit corny or cliche but we can't control why or how our fetishes develop - they don't always follow the course of logic
C.
Umm? Well? First off I am from a small town in Wyoming and grew up on a ranch. So discoverin cowboy gear was not an option it is a way of life.
Cowboybikers - Gearfetish
1. First discovered cowboy gear as a very young child... the Marlboro Man was EVERYWHERE... (thanks to him I'm sure thats how I developed my smoking fetish too... but I digress) there was something so masculine and rugged about a man, in that gear, working cattle, riding horses, the true american lifestyle. The idea of being out, free in the middle of no where, the beautiful scenery. sliding on tight well worn wranglers, pulling the cowboy boots up by the strap... sliding the spurs on the heals and buckling them. Putting on a crisp fresh shirt, tuckin it in and sliding that big old belt and buckle to complete the getup... before putting on the pervy chaps, that just hug a man in the right places to show off his ass and bulge. Then the crown jewel, the cowboy hat. It makes the cowboy. A man with the wrong hat for his face can just ruin the image in my mind.
Whew that was hot, guys! Woof!
I personally can't really pinpoint when I got into cowboy gear, most likely around my teenage years when I first started awakening to my own sexuality. My favorite piece of cowboy gear is definitely the boots, my first pair of boots were given to me as a gift from a man I met online. He drove to a local bar and we met outside, he dug into his trunk and brought them out a nice pair of simple black cowboy boots that he just couldn't fit in anymore and couldn't bear throwing away. I'm certainly glad he didn't!
Let's keep 'er goin'! Next question is "What about Cowboy gear is erotic for you?"
Y.
2) Cowboy gear is erotic to me primarily I think because it is all about real men. Masculine men. But butch men that know how to dress to impress! Also there is the idea that these cowboys are out in the middle of nowhere and well when they get lonely there's really only one choice! The nature of cowboy work is very physical and so oftentimes these guys are very fit and well muscled. Watching a cowboy working hard in the dirt is a very sexy scenario for me - building up a good ol sweat. When i was a kid a friend of mine's dad went to the US on busuness and he brought back a suede cowboy jacket with a fringe across the shoulders and down the sleeves. I used to love trying that jacket on and the smell was amazing too. I'm sure that helped reinforce the cowboy fetish
C.
What is erotic about it? The feel of denim on your skin. The creak and smell of the leather from your chaps and saddle. The way a grass rope hums when you catch a cow and dally around your horn as your mount stops short to take out the slack.
Cowboybikers - Gearfetish
2. The idea of the cowboy gear being used for what it's purposes are, is whats so hot. The sweat, the hard work, the dirt and mud and just the visual appeal of a good lookin guy in tight jeans, chaps, boots and hat... ie... any Marlboro ad!
Ohh yes, very nice answers, incredibly sexy guys! Making me all excited here!
For me, the image of a man in the tall boots, the dusty jeans, chaps, button up shirt, and the hat all pull it together to create a look of masculinity. The man on the horse, a beast tamer, nature lover, he's out in the middle of the desert alone under the stars by the campfire his hat over his face. The rope at his hip provides a sense of he's in control and can gain control at any given time. When I see a cowboy holding a whip, it gives him a look of power and intimidation.
Now here's the big kicker! The question that I love with all my heart!
"What is your biggest cowboy fantasy?"
Y.
3) My biggest fantasy would be a gay dude ranch. Stripping and fucking a sweaty muscled cowboy in the flat bed of a pick up truck would be super sexy - nude but boots only - hot!!!!
Or maybe finding a gorgeous cowboy laying out in the midday sun, fast asleep. I'd seen him before and we made eye contact and exchanged furtive smiles previously. I watch him sleep for a while but then approach and undo the buttons of his torn and ripped jeans. I very gently caress his cock so as not to wake him and his hard on slowly grows. When it reaches its peak I soflty wrap my lips around the head of his dick and move slowly down that throbbing shaft and then gently move up and down until he slowly wakes in a moment of ecstacy. AS he opens his eyes blearily he gives me that same smile and glint in the eye and moves his hands to my head and runs his fingers through my thick hair. I suck him til he blows and I take his salty cum into my mouth and then I move up and firmly plant a kiss on his lips and we tongue each furiously exchanging his spunk from my mouth to his, where he swallows gratefully. I the pull those jeans right down to his boots and flip him over onto his stomach and part his pert buttocks and lick his hole until he is quivering with pleasure. Then I spit on my hand and lube my cock and slide it into him, he groans and wriggles with pleasure and maybe a little pain and I screw him royally until he can take no more!
C.
My biggest cowboy fantasy is to be loved by my best friend.
Cowboybikers - Gearfetish
3. Biggest cowboy fantasy? To become a marlboro man, and honestly be a real one in the ads. I've always wanted that since I was little. Then be able to go out on a shoot with those guys... and have them tell me how much into gear they are, and use the shit out of me. Tie me up and each one breed me to make me a true Marlboro cowboy. Sort of an initiation right of the ranch.
Fuck yes, there's gonna lots of hot dreams tonight! Thank you, boys!
My cowboy fantasy involves me heading out to a ranch, probably one out in the foothills or a desert, but definitely one a significant distance from civilization. Out in the wilderness, I'll be invited to the ranch for the weekend by a handsome man named Chad. He stands over me an easy 6 foot 4, short dark brown hair covered by a white stetson, dark brown eyes, dark scruff on his chin and sweat on his brow. He wears his red flannel shirt open, his abs glistening with the sweat of a hard day's work. His blue jeans are dusty and torn in places, his knees are the dirtiest, my eyes wander down to a pair of tall, black cowboy boots. We wears a coiled rope on his hip, he was practicing his lasso techniques this morning, his brown work gloves are covered in hay.
He comes up close to me, that winning smile of his, wide and warm and thrilled to see me. His hands grip my arms and pull me into his toned chest for a hug, I can smell the ranch on him! Sweat, hay, and the smell of horses cover his body as I am wrapped up in his arms. His strong embrace makes me melt into him, until he breaks the hug and pulls me towards the barn out back. He's been cleaning it this afternoon and just finished, he wants to show me. He leads me to a big old two-story barn, the sun has been setting and it's getting dark. A soft warm light is coming from within the front door, slightly ajar, an old fashioned oil lamp flickers from the rafters. He pulls me inside, excitedly to reveal stacks of hay bales made into walls like a maze. He flashes me a mischievous smile and steals a quick kiss before running into the maze of hay. As he vanishes, he challenges me to find him on the second floor, that if I can climb the ladder he'll reward me with something very special. I shiver with excitement, his southern drawl accent drives me wild. I plunge into the maze and frantically begin my search, after many wrong turns and dead-ends I finally find the ladder, a bunch of daisies are set at the base of it as I look up I see him standing over the top of the ladder looking down at me, a daisy held in his teeth.
"Hey pardner." he says, beckoning me upstairs. I eagerly follow, climbing as fast as I dare on the old wooden ladder. When I reach the top I don't see Chad, but suddenly I'm tackled to the floor from behind, and I am in his arms once more, his grip is tight! Just how I like it! His muscular frame holding me close as we laugh, his boots scraping the floor, making me hard. Suddenly rope is wound around my wrists and ankles and I am hogtied before I know it. I am rendered helpless and at Chad's mercy. He kneels down and takes off his gloves, then takes my face in his hands, drawing close with a gentle smile he whispers in my ear.
"Looks like I caught some fun tonight."
His soft lips meet mine, and the lantern light falls from sight.
So keep it hot in the barn tonight boys, and Play Safe my dear readers!
Saturday, August 11, 2012
IML 2012!
So back in May, my puppy Cockpit took me to IML!
THURSDAY
He booked a room on the Thursday before we flew out at a hotel near LAX. I was greeted with a shuttle which took me to LAX where I found the hotel. When I checked in I was delighted at the room, but then discovered the shower and was floored. It was huge! You could easily have an orgy inside! All of this? Arranged by my puppy. As a special thank you for puppy, I stripped naked, and donned only my aviators and my Sir cover, hiding myself only with the package he asked me to bring along with me which contained his brand new boots. I heard the door unlock and gave him my sexiest smile, and he nearly dropped his bags laughing as he came in the door.
Later that night handler and puppy shared an intimate scene in the large shower, the lights shutting themselves off automatically, and our passion was lit only by the soft blue light coming in from outside the glass block wall. A night I will recall many times, and with a happy smile on my face.
FRIDAY
We flew out of LAX early that morning, and I enjoyed a beautiful view of the world from the skies. Craggy mountain vistas, and miles of flat lands, a patch of sand dunes at the base of a red mountain, acres of clouds, such a gorgeous world we live on! When we landed in Chicago and descended into the lobby I saw someone holding a sign with a name on it using the first initial of my name and my last name after it. I thought "Oh how coincidental...wait..." I looked at Cockpit and seeing his knowing smile, I looked back at the woman holding the sign. It was for me! A few minutes later we were riding in a town SUV to IML!
I love my puppy!
We approached the Hyatt Regency that afternoon and already I could spot leathermen around the hotel, titleholders as well, back patches reflecting the sunlight. We were here! Heading inside, beyond a huge black curtain and a sign stating that the hotel was closed to a private event, my excitement was building! We passed the curtain and headed up the escalator to the front desk to see...not much to see. "...oh...the leatherfolk must be asleep," I thought. However a few muscled bears walking by in street clothes with arms as big as hams got me excited once more! We set up our room, and I then went to meet up with Pup Trigger, a puppy whom I had been talking to for a while online. We headed into his room, which was a trio of rooms all connected and set up by his friends. One to be a sleeping room, one for sitting and visiting, and the final bedroom for play. We sat on his play bed and talked a bit, cuddled, then started to play. He was a lot of fun to dominate, his playful puppy nature, his cute face. At one point I ordered him to strip for me, and I saw that his friends were looking in from where they were laying on the couch in the next room. I said that we had an audience, and Trigger looked over and smiled, I gave them a little wave and then saw that Trigger had paused his stripping.
I said, "I didn't say stop." and his friends erupted in laughter. I can't wait to play with him again, he's so adorable, and I love to make puppies happy. When we finished, I happily visited with his hot and sexy friends, before returning to my own room and to my own puppy. We went out to the city, and admired the skyscrapers, and I learned that in the city of Chicago, panhandlers are issued registration numbers by the government. We ate true Chicago-style deep dish pizza followed by cookies and milk for dessert! All the while admiring the muscled men walking the streets, thanks to the IML Effect on the city! Kinksters were everywhere, I even saw a furry!
That night we went downstairs, me in leather and Cockpit in puppy gear, we met up with Pug who was rocking another sexy dress. Picture requests were very frequent, and we both loved the attention. After a while we heard about a rubber party and decided to try and find it. Still new to the hotel, I got us lost and in the wrong tower, where we happened upon the IML opening ceremonies. We stood at the door and watched as leather men paraded up to the stage holding giant flags from each representing state and region, the pomp and circumstance was overwhelming! Cockpit poked me with a mitted paw and pointed to his bare arm, he was covered in goosebumps. I was starting to get scared and nervous, this wasn't my contest, but the energy was so powerful it felt as if I was about to be called to the stage myself. I couldn't take it! I had to get out of there! I was starting to feel weak! I walked us over to a bench as far away from that door as possible and sat down. I felt as if I was going to break down crying! I was so scared and intimidated! Like a child in a world of adults, the ceremony, the tradition, all of it struck fear into my heart and shook me to my core!
I placed my head between my knees, trying to make sense of it all. The event wasn't even my circuit, nor my contest, why was I so scared? It wasn't me up on that stage, it was the other side of the Drummer split. (As it was explained to me, there used to be one contest, the Drummer contest. At some point the Drummer contest was split into two contests, one contest became more political which is known as the Mr. Leather title. The other contest is known as the Leather Sir/boy/Bootblack contest, and is more play oriented. Of course this is just information as it was told to me, I am not sure of the reliability of this source.)
After getting my bearings, we left and headed into the West Tower to attend the Gear Blast party. Outside we met with my friend Bill from bondage club, who was wearing a stunning full set of SWAT gear! Woof! I met up with more friends, chatted up a bit, then went upstairs for a costume change into my CHP gear. The party was amazing! Wall to wall men, all kinksters, all sporting hot gear! Tons of gear! Muscle men, rubber men, furries too! I met a rhino who let me touch his horn! (Always ask permission before petting fursuiters WITH CLEAN HANDS, those fursuits are fucking expensive and synthetic fur doesn't grow back!) Cockpit pupped around with two other pups, I saw my friends Dennis and Pug, but then soon felt very fatigued and a little sick. Cockpit helped me back to the room, and we went to bed, I had been dehydrated and it had finally caught up with me during all of the overwhelming excitement.
SATURDAY
Saturday morning we ate breakfast in the hotel and were lucky enough to eat next to a very hot, very beefy South African man, who was a very pleasant dining partner.
I was invited to a boy auction that afternoon, which I attended since they were so polite and excited for me to come. It was very amusing, I met boys who were also competing in the Internationals contest in July, plenty of handsome and fun guys. At the last second I decided to join in as well and placed myself on the block. Even before they finished reading my bio, bids were going, I was incredibly flattered! It was then that Cockpit showed up and began to bid against the highest bidder, I was so touched, and soon I was won off the block at a bid of $45. I jumped off the block and hugged my puppy, I told him he didn't have to buy me to have me, but then he said that after seeing some of the men bidding he was concerned. This is why he's my puppy, my shining Golden Retriever!
During the auction I saw a man I had been planning to meet up with that day, KingCorvid, a cute sandy-brown haired pup and a very cuddly, slightly hairy one at that! Cockpit told me to go and play and swatted my butt, and that I'd work off my debt later. I kissed him thank you and I followed KingCorvid to his room and eagerly played with him. I cuddled his soft body, kissing his sweet face, fondling him and holding him close. I tied him up, making him my helpless puppy playtoy. After a short period of dominating him, I prepped him and gently entered his body. I really enjoy topping helpless boys, especially when they're noisy! He made some very enjoyable noises while he was mine! Despite his roommates quietly coming in and out of the room, passing by and observing, I had a wonderful time, in fact it added to the scene that I had an audience! I wanted them to watch. It got hotter, and more exciting, dominating him, listening to his whimpers and moans, and soon I peaked and erupted inside of him!
After slowly removing myself, I stroked him, kissed him, reminded him of what a handsome man he was, and excused myself to clean up. Returning, it was time to please the prisoner! I happily stroked him, kissed him deeply, bit and nibbled on him, made him gasp, moan, and smile, and brought him up until he shot his load all over his hot chest. After cleaning him up, and releasing him from his ropes, I took the time to introduce myself to his handsome roommates. After a little chat, I kissed my date goodbye and left to meet Cockpit down in the Leather Market. As we wandered about one of the bidders from earlier approached me, and asked if I had worked off my debt yet, Cockpit replied that I had only worked off $7. The way the bidder got in my face and invaded my personal space was really creepy when he talked to me, if he had won me and tried anything, well let's just say that I wouldn't have put up with it.
Later that night we came down to the West tower and helped set up for Woof Camp, one of the biggest events at IML, and all thanks to the SF K-9 Unit, as well as the efforts of the volunteers and Brue! The room we were working in was incredibly warm, so I stripped down to my foxxy boxers (boxer shorts with foxes on them, a gift from Cockpit), and at one point we needed doorstops. Feeling ballsy, I went out of the room in nothing but my boxers, approached a hotel employee and asked if we could have some more, her reaction was calm, collected, and all natural. I'm so proud of her, of course I was probably the tamest thing she'd seen all weekend, so a boy in boxers was perhaps a mild sight.
Woof Camp was amazing, a double ballroom absolutely stuffed to the brim with handlers, man pups, and plenty of onlookers and curiosity seekers. Pinatas were thrown to the dogs and absolutely shredded, two visits from the mailman, in a desperate attempt to distract them, the mailman threw squirrels into the crowd of pups, he tried to run but they took him down and I watched as he was overcome by men in puppy gear. He emerged, smiling wide, his pants were shredded to ribbons as he stumbled away.
I went upstairs to take a rest for a bit, and then hurried back to help tear down, I was startled at the change. When I had left, the room was filled with activity, and upon my return everything was over and done with, and only a little bit was left to tear down. We discovered one puppy guest had made a treasure trove of squeaky toys that were tossed out and hid it all under one of the stage platforms.
Returning to the room, and placing Cockpit back into puppy mode and gear, we went downstairs where I grabbed a Long Island Iced Tea and enjoyed the sea of hot men milling about in gear before we grew very tired and headed off to bed.
SUNDAY
After brunch at a nearby restaurant, we returned to the hotel and headed down to the Leather Market to find something to use the Squarepeg Toys voucher Cockpit earned for volunteering at Woof Camp a second year. While downstairs the bidder from the other day found me again, and again stepped too close and asked where I was from. I stepped back and answered, not getting the hint he stepped inside my space again and said he could show me a good time if I were in San Francisco, I stepped back and simply acknowledged his comment. Guys, personal space is important to people, don't try to be sexy like that, if I don't know you and you crowd up on me, it's going to be really negative really fast. Back up please.
We looked at the toy selection on the Squarepeg tables and Cockpit didn't see anything that he wanted, already possessing three tails of his own, he didn't have any want for another, so he offered to use the coupon on me instead! I was so thrilled, I chose my very first rubber puppy tail plug and hugged Cockpit tightly! He always says that I'm going to pay someday, after all the wonderful things that he's done for me, I'd do anything for him. Taking Cockpit upstairs, we headed to Master Richard's room where he had set up a puppy play group which was a little more like a puppy day care. I saw other pups there, looking out the window, napping in the cage, pupping out on the floor, and just having a good time. I left Cockpit there to have more puppy time, and left to fly solo for a little bit. I wandered the hotel, my meetup for that day had to cancel and I was left to my own devices. Heading back down to the market once more, I tried to find something I wanted.
Before the beginning of this trip, Cockpit had me saving up my paychecks, taking small portions out and placing them in savings. Upon check in to the hotel he turned to me and said "Remember all that money I told you to save up?" I nodded, thinking it was time to make a withdrawal and help pay for the room or the airfare. "Take it out, and go find something you like in the Leather Market."
I'm constantly floored by his amazing generosity, his giving spirit, and his acts of selflessness towards others. He's what a saint should be.
While wandering the aisles I found a spanking demo in progress. The sub was being wailed on quite hard, his ass a deep purple and bleeding, his screaming could be heard anywhere in the marketplace. I was talking with a bystander about the possibly difficult aftercare that someone would have to provide to that kind of intense play, dressing his wounds and cleaning up the blood. He was polite at first, then he fondled my ass in an unwanted advance. Guys, seriously, not in the first three sentences. Work up to that, don't grab my ass on the first hello, you become a creepy old man.
Thankfully I met up with friends, and one asked why I was wearing my Sir Cover with my boy title vest. I explained that I wore both to honor the people they represented. My cover was presented to me by my puppy, Cockpit. My vest presented to me by the people in San Diego who decided I should represent the region's leather boys. A little later I departed to the Puppy Daycare to pick up my puppy.
Upon entering, Cockpit saw me and barked excitedly, coming up to me wagging his tailplug. I felt like I had a real dog for a moment, it made me feel so wanted. I leashed him and we said our goodbyes and I took my puppy back to the room where we both lay down for a nap. Me in the bed, and Cockpit on his blanket next to the window. I awoke to Cockpit making puppy noises in his sleep, and I slipped out of bed silently to lie down next to him for a quick cuddle. It's amazing how far he'd gone into puppy space to imitate dog sleep behavior naturally.
We then got dressed, and headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for dinner, Stetson's Steakhouse. The restaurant was a decadent experience! Led into a beautiful restaurant, we went from the crass, loud world of the leather party scene to a quiet, sophisticated world of hard wood walls, brick, and fireplaces. The more refined and classy side of leather appeared at one table as a Sir was dining with his boy. Both in formal leather. Cockpit and I shared a Caprese Salad, followed by an 8oz Butt Steak served with Au Gratin Potatoes and a Peppercorn Sauce for myself and Cockpit enjoyed a Mushroom Ravioli. The portions, the presentation, the environment, the flavors, I enjoyed and relished every second of it! We had deep conversation, laughed ourselves silly, and really enjoyed each other.
Dessert was ordered, and I had espresso while Cockpit had tea, and then a gigantic Banana Split appeared on the table. Served with fried bananas, and the classic ice cream scoops of Chocolate, Vanilla, and Strawberry, covered in pineapple, toffee chips, walnuts, and of course whipped cream and cherries. After we dug as deep as we dared into the ice cream boat we were presented with Chocolate-dipped Strawberries served in a bowl of dry ice, spilling mist all over the table. I'm feeling stuffed all over again just thinking of it all!
Cockpit had me sign for the room, I opened the book and quickly shut it again in shock. Oh my universe. I couldn't be more grateful for his immense generosity. He had been taking care of the entire trip. Meals, room, plane fare, drinks, and all he asks in return is leash time.
Any time, my puppy, you want leash time, I will give you all the leash time you want. All you need to do is tell me that you want to go for walkies. I love you! I would put my life on hold to take you out for a walk after all the wonderful things you have given me.
After we left the restaurant we needed to work off some of the meal, so we took a nice long walk around Chicago, saw breathtaking views of the city skyline, police boats on the lake, we visited the shops at Navy Pier, and had a wonderful walk in the city night. Upon our return we doubled over in laughter when we found a discarded condom on the corner not a block away from the hotel! Stay classy gentlemen!
Returning to the room, I was contacted by another man I had been talking to online, Jimmywolf, and upon Cockpit's encouragement, invited him to come to the room.
A handsome man arrived with a duffel bag, and after the initial meet and greet, excused himself into the bathroom. I changed into my own leather, and waited excitedly on the bed, Cockpit keeping a watchful eye from his blanket. From the bathroom emerged the Dark Jackal.
Harness boots, leather pants, long industrial rubber gloves, and a black Jackal gas mask staring down at me with black eyes. He dominated me as a beast from the shadows, firm, straightforward, masculine voice, orders telling me to lick his leather boots, worship his gear, chemical gloves grasping my mohawk firmly, caressing my body lightly and sensually, then his rubber grip on my neck, Cockpit at the edge of the bed, ready to bite like the loyal dog he is. Eventually the order came from inside the sinister mask.
"Cum on my boots, boy."
I excitedly followed his demand, and worked myself up to exploding all over his beautiful black leather harness boots! I was then ordered to clean them...with my tongue, I eagerly did so, and enjoyed it very much. He then allowed me to don his gear, and I became the Dark Jackal. It felt amazing, slipping on the rubber gloves, putting on the Jackal Gas Mask. I felt incredible, dark, intimidating. Cockpit really liked that. I especially loved the feeling of the dark rubber on my naked skin.
After the handsome Jimmywolf took his leave, we headed downstairs ourselves and walked outside the hotel. We found Pup Apollo and I separated from Cockpit to let him play with Apollo for a little bit while I played "Where's the sling in the window" with some friends of mine. Returning to the pups, I gave Cockpit the rest of his water bottle that I had with me, his Canadian blood doesn't let him cool off very well at all, so he needs more hydration than a regular pup. After he was finished, he played with the water bottle until he smashed it flat on the ground, where he grew bored with it. I bent down and asked, "Are you all finished with it?" He responded with a dismissive "Arf" and flick of his paw.
I was stunned. No longer was I a dominant handler at the top side of a leash, I was now a boy in service to dogs. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I was then given permission to hold Apollo's leash, and taking up Cockpit's, I assumed the role of Dominant Handler once more. It felt invigorating! Two hot pups, one on each hand, walking through the lobby of the Hyatt Regency at IML! In all honesty I felt like the image of envy for some of the hot guys there. That feeling of being a badass. It's a thrill! It's what I secretly enjoy, being admired, being that "Mr. Awesome" for people to look up to, to enjoy looking at, to want to imitate. It's a short little ride, and I do my best to be conscious of it so as never to become an arrogant, conceited prick. I've seen that, and it disgusts me.
From there we said goodbye to Apollo as we headed up to our own room, and then went to bed, as it was insanely late.
MONDAY
Cockpit and I met with Pup Phoenix and toured the Handcock Tower and its breathtaking views of the city of Chicago and the lake. After the tour we headed back to pack our bags. I grabbed the leftover strawberries from last night's dinner and while we were downstairs, I saw Pug. On our way out I asked her if she liked chocolate dipped strawberries and before she could finish saying yes, I shoved them in her hands and didn't give her the chance to refuse, waved good bye and met Cockpit at the cab.
Arriving early at the airport, I saw an adorable TSA agent when in line for security and opted out of the body scanner (those things creep me out and if they want to see me naked for national security, they need to hire cuter boys to strip search). Unfortunately I didn't get the cute one to pat me down, but it's a free groping so there's no reason to complain.
Cockpit treated me to Jamba Juice, and soup at Wolfgang Puck's in the terminal, after a visit to the private lounge of the airline we were taking, we boarded into First Class, another one of Cockpit's gifts!
After a complimentary cocktail of Bailey's Irish Cream, I had dinner of Spinach Stuffed Manicotti, Salad, a Bread Roll, and even wine! Earlier on takeoff the sun was a blazing orb of deep orange fire, then I saw a raging thundercloud in the distance! Lightning surging violently around, thrashing about inside! A mere ten miles away! We flew in decadence, our stewardess was fun and friendly, and the entire trip was just so wonderfully memorable! From start to finish.
Dearest Cockpit,
I am so grateful to be your Handler, and the recipient of such incredible generosity.
I cannot thank you enough!
In deepest gratitude,
Your Handler, Zachary.
Play safe dear reader.
THURSDAY
He booked a room on the Thursday before we flew out at a hotel near LAX. I was greeted with a shuttle which took me to LAX where I found the hotel. When I checked in I was delighted at the room, but then discovered the shower and was floored. It was huge! You could easily have an orgy inside! All of this? Arranged by my puppy. As a special thank you for puppy, I stripped naked, and donned only my aviators and my Sir cover, hiding myself only with the package he asked me to bring along with me which contained his brand new boots. I heard the door unlock and gave him my sexiest smile, and he nearly dropped his bags laughing as he came in the door.
Later that night handler and puppy shared an intimate scene in the large shower, the lights shutting themselves off automatically, and our passion was lit only by the soft blue light coming in from outside the glass block wall. A night I will recall many times, and with a happy smile on my face.
FRIDAY
We flew out of LAX early that morning, and I enjoyed a beautiful view of the world from the skies. Craggy mountain vistas, and miles of flat lands, a patch of sand dunes at the base of a red mountain, acres of clouds, such a gorgeous world we live on! When we landed in Chicago and descended into the lobby I saw someone holding a sign with a name on it using the first initial of my name and my last name after it. I thought "Oh how coincidental...wait..." I looked at Cockpit and seeing his knowing smile, I looked back at the woman holding the sign. It was for me! A few minutes later we were riding in a town SUV to IML!
I love my puppy!
We approached the Hyatt Regency that afternoon and already I could spot leathermen around the hotel, titleholders as well, back patches reflecting the sunlight. We were here! Heading inside, beyond a huge black curtain and a sign stating that the hotel was closed to a private event, my excitement was building! We passed the curtain and headed up the escalator to the front desk to see...not much to see. "...oh...the leatherfolk must be asleep," I thought. However a few muscled bears walking by in street clothes with arms as big as hams got me excited once more! We set up our room, and I then went to meet up with Pup Trigger, a puppy whom I had been talking to for a while online. We headed into his room, which was a trio of rooms all connected and set up by his friends. One to be a sleeping room, one for sitting and visiting, and the final bedroom for play. We sat on his play bed and talked a bit, cuddled, then started to play. He was a lot of fun to dominate, his playful puppy nature, his cute face. At one point I ordered him to strip for me, and I saw that his friends were looking in from where they were laying on the couch in the next room. I said that we had an audience, and Trigger looked over and smiled, I gave them a little wave and then saw that Trigger had paused his stripping.
I said, "I didn't say stop." and his friends erupted in laughter. I can't wait to play with him again, he's so adorable, and I love to make puppies happy. When we finished, I happily visited with his hot and sexy friends, before returning to my own room and to my own puppy. We went out to the city, and admired the skyscrapers, and I learned that in the city of Chicago, panhandlers are issued registration numbers by the government. We ate true Chicago-style deep dish pizza followed by cookies and milk for dessert! All the while admiring the muscled men walking the streets, thanks to the IML Effect on the city! Kinksters were everywhere, I even saw a furry!
That night we went downstairs, me in leather and Cockpit in puppy gear, we met up with Pug who was rocking another sexy dress. Picture requests were very frequent, and we both loved the attention. After a while we heard about a rubber party and decided to try and find it. Still new to the hotel, I got us lost and in the wrong tower, where we happened upon the IML opening ceremonies. We stood at the door and watched as leather men paraded up to the stage holding giant flags from each representing state and region, the pomp and circumstance was overwhelming! Cockpit poked me with a mitted paw and pointed to his bare arm, he was covered in goosebumps. I was starting to get scared and nervous, this wasn't my contest, but the energy was so powerful it felt as if I was about to be called to the stage myself. I couldn't take it! I had to get out of there! I was starting to feel weak! I walked us over to a bench as far away from that door as possible and sat down. I felt as if I was going to break down crying! I was so scared and intimidated! Like a child in a world of adults, the ceremony, the tradition, all of it struck fear into my heart and shook me to my core!
I placed my head between my knees, trying to make sense of it all. The event wasn't even my circuit, nor my contest, why was I so scared? It wasn't me up on that stage, it was the other side of the Drummer split. (As it was explained to me, there used to be one contest, the Drummer contest. At some point the Drummer contest was split into two contests, one contest became more political which is known as the Mr. Leather title. The other contest is known as the Leather Sir/boy/Bootblack contest, and is more play oriented. Of course this is just information as it was told to me, I am not sure of the reliability of this source.)
After getting my bearings, we left and headed into the West Tower to attend the Gear Blast party. Outside we met with my friend Bill from bondage club, who was wearing a stunning full set of SWAT gear! Woof! I met up with more friends, chatted up a bit, then went upstairs for a costume change into my CHP gear. The party was amazing! Wall to wall men, all kinksters, all sporting hot gear! Tons of gear! Muscle men, rubber men, furries too! I met a rhino who let me touch his horn! (Always ask permission before petting fursuiters WITH CLEAN HANDS, those fursuits are fucking expensive and synthetic fur doesn't grow back!) Cockpit pupped around with two other pups, I saw my friends Dennis and Pug, but then soon felt very fatigued and a little sick. Cockpit helped me back to the room, and we went to bed, I had been dehydrated and it had finally caught up with me during all of the overwhelming excitement.
SATURDAY
Saturday morning we ate breakfast in the hotel and were lucky enough to eat next to a very hot, very beefy South African man, who was a very pleasant dining partner.
I was invited to a boy auction that afternoon, which I attended since they were so polite and excited for me to come. It was very amusing, I met boys who were also competing in the Internationals contest in July, plenty of handsome and fun guys. At the last second I decided to join in as well and placed myself on the block. Even before they finished reading my bio, bids were going, I was incredibly flattered! It was then that Cockpit showed up and began to bid against the highest bidder, I was so touched, and soon I was won off the block at a bid of $45. I jumped off the block and hugged my puppy, I told him he didn't have to buy me to have me, but then he said that after seeing some of the men bidding he was concerned. This is why he's my puppy, my shining Golden Retriever!
During the auction I saw a man I had been planning to meet up with that day, KingCorvid, a cute sandy-brown haired pup and a very cuddly, slightly hairy one at that! Cockpit told me to go and play and swatted my butt, and that I'd work off my debt later. I kissed him thank you and I followed KingCorvid to his room and eagerly played with him. I cuddled his soft body, kissing his sweet face, fondling him and holding him close. I tied him up, making him my helpless puppy playtoy. After a short period of dominating him, I prepped him and gently entered his body. I really enjoy topping helpless boys, especially when they're noisy! He made some very enjoyable noises while he was mine! Despite his roommates quietly coming in and out of the room, passing by and observing, I had a wonderful time, in fact it added to the scene that I had an audience! I wanted them to watch. It got hotter, and more exciting, dominating him, listening to his whimpers and moans, and soon I peaked and erupted inside of him!
After slowly removing myself, I stroked him, kissed him, reminded him of what a handsome man he was, and excused myself to clean up. Returning, it was time to please the prisoner! I happily stroked him, kissed him deeply, bit and nibbled on him, made him gasp, moan, and smile, and brought him up until he shot his load all over his hot chest. After cleaning him up, and releasing him from his ropes, I took the time to introduce myself to his handsome roommates. After a little chat, I kissed my date goodbye and left to meet Cockpit down in the Leather Market. As we wandered about one of the bidders from earlier approached me, and asked if I had worked off my debt yet, Cockpit replied that I had only worked off $7. The way the bidder got in my face and invaded my personal space was really creepy when he talked to me, if he had won me and tried anything, well let's just say that I wouldn't have put up with it.
Later that night we came down to the West tower and helped set up for Woof Camp, one of the biggest events at IML, and all thanks to the SF K-9 Unit, as well as the efforts of the volunteers and Brue! The room we were working in was incredibly warm, so I stripped down to my foxxy boxers (boxer shorts with foxes on them, a gift from Cockpit), and at one point we needed doorstops. Feeling ballsy, I went out of the room in nothing but my boxers, approached a hotel employee and asked if we could have some more, her reaction was calm, collected, and all natural. I'm so proud of her, of course I was probably the tamest thing she'd seen all weekend, so a boy in boxers was perhaps a mild sight.
Woof Camp was amazing, a double ballroom absolutely stuffed to the brim with handlers, man pups, and plenty of onlookers and curiosity seekers. Pinatas were thrown to the dogs and absolutely shredded, two visits from the mailman, in a desperate attempt to distract them, the mailman threw squirrels into the crowd of pups, he tried to run but they took him down and I watched as he was overcome by men in puppy gear. He emerged, smiling wide, his pants were shredded to ribbons as he stumbled away.
I went upstairs to take a rest for a bit, and then hurried back to help tear down, I was startled at the change. When I had left, the room was filled with activity, and upon my return everything was over and done with, and only a little bit was left to tear down. We discovered one puppy guest had made a treasure trove of squeaky toys that were tossed out and hid it all under one of the stage platforms.
Returning to the room, and placing Cockpit back into puppy mode and gear, we went downstairs where I grabbed a Long Island Iced Tea and enjoyed the sea of hot men milling about in gear before we grew very tired and headed off to bed.
SUNDAY
After brunch at a nearby restaurant, we returned to the hotel and headed down to the Leather Market to find something to use the Squarepeg Toys voucher Cockpit earned for volunteering at Woof Camp a second year. While downstairs the bidder from the other day found me again, and again stepped too close and asked where I was from. I stepped back and answered, not getting the hint he stepped inside my space again and said he could show me a good time if I were in San Francisco, I stepped back and simply acknowledged his comment. Guys, personal space is important to people, don't try to be sexy like that, if I don't know you and you crowd up on me, it's going to be really negative really fast. Back up please.
We looked at the toy selection on the Squarepeg tables and Cockpit didn't see anything that he wanted, already possessing three tails of his own, he didn't have any want for another, so he offered to use the coupon on me instead! I was so thrilled, I chose my very first rubber puppy tail plug and hugged Cockpit tightly! He always says that I'm going to pay someday, after all the wonderful things that he's done for me, I'd do anything for him. Taking Cockpit upstairs, we headed to Master Richard's room where he had set up a puppy play group which was a little more like a puppy day care. I saw other pups there, looking out the window, napping in the cage, pupping out on the floor, and just having a good time. I left Cockpit there to have more puppy time, and left to fly solo for a little bit. I wandered the hotel, my meetup for that day had to cancel and I was left to my own devices. Heading back down to the market once more, I tried to find something I wanted.
Before the beginning of this trip, Cockpit had me saving up my paychecks, taking small portions out and placing them in savings. Upon check in to the hotel he turned to me and said "Remember all that money I told you to save up?" I nodded, thinking it was time to make a withdrawal and help pay for the room or the airfare. "Take it out, and go find something you like in the Leather Market."
I'm constantly floored by his amazing generosity, his giving spirit, and his acts of selflessness towards others. He's what a saint should be.
While wandering the aisles I found a spanking demo in progress. The sub was being wailed on quite hard, his ass a deep purple and bleeding, his screaming could be heard anywhere in the marketplace. I was talking with a bystander about the possibly difficult aftercare that someone would have to provide to that kind of intense play, dressing his wounds and cleaning up the blood. He was polite at first, then he fondled my ass in an unwanted advance. Guys, seriously, not in the first three sentences. Work up to that, don't grab my ass on the first hello, you become a creepy old man.
Thankfully I met up with friends, and one asked why I was wearing my Sir Cover with my boy title vest. I explained that I wore both to honor the people they represented. My cover was presented to me by my puppy, Cockpit. My vest presented to me by the people in San Diego who decided I should represent the region's leather boys. A little later I departed to the Puppy Daycare to pick up my puppy.
Upon entering, Cockpit saw me and barked excitedly, coming up to me wagging his tailplug. I felt like I had a real dog for a moment, it made me feel so wanted. I leashed him and we said our goodbyes and I took my puppy back to the room where we both lay down for a nap. Me in the bed, and Cockpit on his blanket next to the window. I awoke to Cockpit making puppy noises in his sleep, and I slipped out of bed silently to lie down next to him for a quick cuddle. It's amazing how far he'd gone into puppy space to imitate dog sleep behavior naturally.
We then got dressed, and headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for dinner, Stetson's Steakhouse. The restaurant was a decadent experience! Led into a beautiful restaurant, we went from the crass, loud world of the leather party scene to a quiet, sophisticated world of hard wood walls, brick, and fireplaces. The more refined and classy side of leather appeared at one table as a Sir was dining with his boy. Both in formal leather. Cockpit and I shared a Caprese Salad, followed by an 8oz Butt Steak served with Au Gratin Potatoes and a Peppercorn Sauce for myself and Cockpit enjoyed a Mushroom Ravioli. The portions, the presentation, the environment, the flavors, I enjoyed and relished every second of it! We had deep conversation, laughed ourselves silly, and really enjoyed each other.
Dessert was ordered, and I had espresso while Cockpit had tea, and then a gigantic Banana Split appeared on the table. Served with fried bananas, and the classic ice cream scoops of Chocolate, Vanilla, and Strawberry, covered in pineapple, toffee chips, walnuts, and of course whipped cream and cherries. After we dug as deep as we dared into the ice cream boat we were presented with Chocolate-dipped Strawberries served in a bowl of dry ice, spilling mist all over the table. I'm feeling stuffed all over again just thinking of it all!
Cockpit had me sign for the room, I opened the book and quickly shut it again in shock. Oh my universe. I couldn't be more grateful for his immense generosity. He had been taking care of the entire trip. Meals, room, plane fare, drinks, and all he asks in return is leash time.
Any time, my puppy, you want leash time, I will give you all the leash time you want. All you need to do is tell me that you want to go for walkies. I love you! I would put my life on hold to take you out for a walk after all the wonderful things you have given me.
After we left the restaurant we needed to work off some of the meal, so we took a nice long walk around Chicago, saw breathtaking views of the city skyline, police boats on the lake, we visited the shops at Navy Pier, and had a wonderful walk in the city night. Upon our return we doubled over in laughter when we found a discarded condom on the corner not a block away from the hotel! Stay classy gentlemen!
Returning to the room, I was contacted by another man I had been talking to online, Jimmywolf, and upon Cockpit's encouragement, invited him to come to the room.
A handsome man arrived with a duffel bag, and after the initial meet and greet, excused himself into the bathroom. I changed into my own leather, and waited excitedly on the bed, Cockpit keeping a watchful eye from his blanket. From the bathroom emerged the Dark Jackal.
Harness boots, leather pants, long industrial rubber gloves, and a black Jackal gas mask staring down at me with black eyes. He dominated me as a beast from the shadows, firm, straightforward, masculine voice, orders telling me to lick his leather boots, worship his gear, chemical gloves grasping my mohawk firmly, caressing my body lightly and sensually, then his rubber grip on my neck, Cockpit at the edge of the bed, ready to bite like the loyal dog he is. Eventually the order came from inside the sinister mask.
"Cum on my boots, boy."
I excitedly followed his demand, and worked myself up to exploding all over his beautiful black leather harness boots! I was then ordered to clean them...with my tongue, I eagerly did so, and enjoyed it very much. He then allowed me to don his gear, and I became the Dark Jackal. It felt amazing, slipping on the rubber gloves, putting on the Jackal Gas Mask. I felt incredible, dark, intimidating. Cockpit really liked that. I especially loved the feeling of the dark rubber on my naked skin.
After the handsome Jimmywolf took his leave, we headed downstairs ourselves and walked outside the hotel. We found Pup Apollo and I separated from Cockpit to let him play with Apollo for a little bit while I played "Where's the sling in the window" with some friends of mine. Returning to the pups, I gave Cockpit the rest of his water bottle that I had with me, his Canadian blood doesn't let him cool off very well at all, so he needs more hydration than a regular pup. After he was finished, he played with the water bottle until he smashed it flat on the ground, where he grew bored with it. I bent down and asked, "Are you all finished with it?" He responded with a dismissive "Arf" and flick of his paw.
I was stunned. No longer was I a dominant handler at the top side of a leash, I was now a boy in service to dogs. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I was then given permission to hold Apollo's leash, and taking up Cockpit's, I assumed the role of Dominant Handler once more. It felt invigorating! Two hot pups, one on each hand, walking through the lobby of the Hyatt Regency at IML! In all honesty I felt like the image of envy for some of the hot guys there. That feeling of being a badass. It's a thrill! It's what I secretly enjoy, being admired, being that "Mr. Awesome" for people to look up to, to enjoy looking at, to want to imitate. It's a short little ride, and I do my best to be conscious of it so as never to become an arrogant, conceited prick. I've seen that, and it disgusts me.
From there we said goodbye to Apollo as we headed up to our own room, and then went to bed, as it was insanely late.
MONDAY
Cockpit and I met with Pup Phoenix and toured the Handcock Tower and its breathtaking views of the city of Chicago and the lake. After the tour we headed back to pack our bags. I grabbed the leftover strawberries from last night's dinner and while we were downstairs, I saw Pug. On our way out I asked her if she liked chocolate dipped strawberries and before she could finish saying yes, I shoved them in her hands and didn't give her the chance to refuse, waved good bye and met Cockpit at the cab.
Arriving early at the airport, I saw an adorable TSA agent when in line for security and opted out of the body scanner (those things creep me out and if they want to see me naked for national security, they need to hire cuter boys to strip search). Unfortunately I didn't get the cute one to pat me down, but it's a free groping so there's no reason to complain.
Cockpit treated me to Jamba Juice, and soup at Wolfgang Puck's in the terminal, after a visit to the private lounge of the airline we were taking, we boarded into First Class, another one of Cockpit's gifts!
After a complimentary cocktail of Bailey's Irish Cream, I had dinner of Spinach Stuffed Manicotti, Salad, a Bread Roll, and even wine! Earlier on takeoff the sun was a blazing orb of deep orange fire, then I saw a raging thundercloud in the distance! Lightning surging violently around, thrashing about inside! A mere ten miles away! We flew in decadence, our stewardess was fun and friendly, and the entire trip was just so wonderfully memorable! From start to finish.
Dearest Cockpit,
I am so grateful to be your Handler, and the recipient of such incredible generosity.
I cannot thank you enough!
In deepest gratitude,
Your Handler, Zachary.
Play safe dear reader.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Fetish of The Month 2012: July - Uniforms
You guys ready for this? July's Fetish of the Month is all about Uniforms!
This month my good friend Sir Michael, (yes THAT Sir Michael!) sent in some hot photos of himself in his sexy uniform in addition to a handful of handsome men who contributed their uniform experiences for us to enjoy, and Sir Michael also gives us a very in-depth look at his experiences with uniforms as well!
First things first! How did you discover uniforms?
This month my good friend Sir Michael, (yes THAT Sir Michael!) sent in some hot photos of himself in his sexy uniform in addition to a handful of handsome men who contributed their uniform experiences for us to enjoy, and Sir Michael also gives us a very in-depth look at his experiences with uniforms as well!
First things first! How did you discover uniforms?
"J"
"I discovered leather uniforms as a fetish when i was 21 years old and i saw a picture from a leatherman wearing his leather uniform it was a shock.. cus i used to like only leather gear, but when i saw that i said "OMG thie is great" and cus i like policeman, then i thougt "this is the best combination between uniforms and leather" and i only felt atraction for the uniforms..."
"I discovered leather uniforms as a fetish when i was 21 years old and i saw a picture from a leatherman wearing his leather uniform it was a shock.. cus i used to like only leather gear, but when i saw that i said "OMG thie is great" and cus i like policeman, then i thougt "this is the best combination between uniforms and leather" and i only felt atraction for the uniforms..."
"GF Member M."
"Discovered uniforms as a kid watching shows like CHP, and more later as I got more into boots especially the tall motorcop boots. "
"MC"
"I met someone at a bar who took me home and put me in one of his uniforms and I was hooked."
Mmn nice answers, boys! I think I've always liked the look of a uniform, I'd say it was one of those fetishes that grew with me. When playing a certain online game we could swap around costumes and I always loved having a police or army uniform on mine, complete with the 8-pointed cap for the cop. Once I became sexually mature, it was always exciting to see a policeman in full uniform, puffed chest due to the Kevlar vest, and gun belt.
Okay, next question! What about uniforms do you find most erotic?
"J"
"well the uniform has to be tight and with tall boots... and I think they are appealing for me cus the man who is wearing it looks really macho and super hot for me.. is like "Im going to abuse you boy" lol something like that.. and talking about the clothes, the uniform, well i think the best part of the uniform is the pant i dont know the name "breeches" or something like that is a police pant... i love them... with lines to the sides..."
"GF Member M."
"Motorcop uniforms of course... the tall boots, tight breeches, authoritative look all turn me on."
"MC"
"It's all about the leather."
Excellent! Hot! Now before I share my own piece, I'd like to introduce Sir Michael's experiences in Uniforms, it's a great read!
"Sir Michael"
"Military uniforms are somewhat of a new thing for me. I’m sure I’ve been interested in them for a longer time, but only recently have had the chance to explore it. I never had much interest for the old green uniforms. They were too plain for me. The dress uniforms are too much like suits and I don’t really care for suits… too formal for me. The camouflage uniforms, however, are entirely different. The older woodland BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) style was the first style I liked. I had thought the “digital” style uniforms looked silly… after all – clothing isn’t digital and neither is nature. After a while though, my opinions did change. I am always curious about why things are the way they are. Once I learned more about the different styles, it started to make sense.
They started to “grow on me”. So, I picked up my first digital style uniform – the ACU – Army Combat Uniform. With all the Velcro attachment points, I decided to customize to the uniform, but do it my way. See, when I go out in uniform, my goal isn’t to look fully like I am in the military. I like the gear, but not so interested in many of the other aspects. As such, there is no pretense of rank on my uniforms. There is rarely a branch tape as well. My goal is to attain the look of an MP. It is a perfect mix of bondage and gear. As I do like to do things at least somewhat correctly, I’ve gone so far as to get the right shirt, socks, even blousing straps for my pants. It is my own way of at least showing respect for the uniform, as it should get. I eventually got more uniforms, specifically both styles of MARPAT (MARine PATtern USMC uniforms). I have found I like them even better than the ACU, as they fit a little better. I’ve taken things a bit further with my Marine uniforms, as I now have name tapes with “SIR MICHAEL” sewn on the blouse and the trousers. I added handcuff pins where the rank would normally be as well as bought the proper duty belt for my handcuffs and leg irons. I’ve even researched the USMC policies and procedures regarding holding a prisoner, application of handcuffs, leg irons, and even straitjackets.
Through all my research into trying to find the right things to wear and the right way to wear them, I’ve learned a lot more about the military than I ever thought I would. Some of it has been quite entertaining, like finding out about how they apply straitjackets. Some has been kinda boring or “useless” to me, like where one can/cannot wear a uniform. Overall, it has been a lot of fun and I look forward to learning more. I always enjoy getting compliments or even tips from guys that are in the military. It makes me feel like I’m at least doing a decent job on making the uniform look right."
"Discovered uniforms as a kid watching shows like CHP, and more later as I got more into boots especially the tall motorcop boots. "
"MC"
"I met someone at a bar who took me home and put me in one of his uniforms and I was hooked."
Mmn nice answers, boys! I think I've always liked the look of a uniform, I'd say it was one of those fetishes that grew with me. When playing a certain online game we could swap around costumes and I always loved having a police or army uniform on mine, complete with the 8-pointed cap for the cop. Once I became sexually mature, it was always exciting to see a policeman in full uniform, puffed chest due to the Kevlar vest, and gun belt.
Okay, next question! What about uniforms do you find most erotic?
"J"
"well the uniform has to be tight and with tall boots... and I think they are appealing for me cus the man who is wearing it looks really macho and super hot for me.. is like "Im going to abuse you boy" lol something like that.. and talking about the clothes, the uniform, well i think the best part of the uniform is the pant i dont know the name "breeches" or something like that is a police pant... i love them... with lines to the sides..."
"GF Member M."
"Motorcop uniforms of course... the tall boots, tight breeches, authoritative look all turn me on."
"MC"
"It's all about the leather."
Excellent! Hot! Now before I share my own piece, I'd like to introduce Sir Michael's experiences in Uniforms, it's a great read!
"Sir Michael"
"Military uniforms are somewhat of a new thing for me. I’m sure I’ve been interested in them for a longer time, but only recently have had the chance to explore it. I never had much interest for the old green uniforms. They were too plain for me. The dress uniforms are too much like suits and I don’t really care for suits… too formal for me. The camouflage uniforms, however, are entirely different. The older woodland BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) style was the first style I liked. I had thought the “digital” style uniforms looked silly… after all – clothing isn’t digital and neither is nature. After a while though, my opinions did change. I am always curious about why things are the way they are. Once I learned more about the different styles, it started to make sense.
They started to “grow on me”. So, I picked up my first digital style uniform – the ACU – Army Combat Uniform. With all the Velcro attachment points, I decided to customize to the uniform, but do it my way. See, when I go out in uniform, my goal isn’t to look fully like I am in the military. I like the gear, but not so interested in many of the other aspects. As such, there is no pretense of rank on my uniforms. There is rarely a branch tape as well. My goal is to attain the look of an MP. It is a perfect mix of bondage and gear. As I do like to do things at least somewhat correctly, I’ve gone so far as to get the right shirt, socks, even blousing straps for my pants. It is my own way of at least showing respect for the uniform, as it should get. I eventually got more uniforms, specifically both styles of MARPAT (MARine PATtern USMC uniforms). I have found I like them even better than the ACU, as they fit a little better. I’ve taken things a bit further with my Marine uniforms, as I now have name tapes with “SIR MICHAEL” sewn on the blouse and the trousers. I added handcuff pins where the rank would normally be as well as bought the proper duty belt for my handcuffs and leg irons. I’ve even researched the USMC policies and procedures regarding holding a prisoner, application of handcuffs, leg irons, and even straitjackets.
Through all my research into trying to find the right things to wear and the right way to wear them, I’ve learned a lot more about the military than I ever thought I would. Some of it has been quite entertaining, like finding out about how they apply straitjackets. Some has been kinda boring or “useless” to me, like where one can/cannot wear a uniform. Overall, it has been a lot of fun and I look forward to learning more. I always enjoy getting compliments or even tips from guys that are in the military. It makes me feel like I’m at least doing a decent job on making the uniform look right."
I love it when a man takes his gear seriously! That's really awesome, and commendable, not to mention sexy as hell!
Speaking of sexy, the attraction I have for uniformed men is definitely the authority they exude, the first thing I think of when I hear the word uniform is cops. Policemen have a lot of power behind their image. Tight fitting pants, buffed up chests, nice tall leather boots shined to a reflective mirror sheen, dark sunglasses hiding fierce, dark eyes. That authoritative tone they take when speaking to you, and then the basket weave gun belt with baton, handcuffs, and that lethal gun. Images of intense power and respectful authority that get me rock hard.
Allrighty, here we go! My favorite part of the interview! The fantasy!
So boys, what's your big fantasy with uniforms?
"J"
"is to be with a muscualr and handomse and sexy man in leather uniform and have a role play session, maybe i could be the slave but i like being active =)"
"GF Member M."
"Biggest fantasy with uniforms involves the man in the uniform who carries it well. Don't any one 'big' fantasy, just to enjoy good play in uniform. "
"MC"
"Just being swept up by a leatherman in uniform was be great."
"Sir Michael"
"My fantasy involving uniforms is something that I have partly lived out. I’ll be in my full uniform, say my Woodland MARPAT one, with my duty belt which has handcuffs and leg irons. I’d meet some hot boy in a leather bar. After talking a bit, I would arrest him, putting him into cuffs, leg irons, and a gag, right there. From there, he would be brought out to my car and taken home. I’d lead him, still bound in cuffs and leg irons, chains clanking away, into my home. He would be then held prisoner by me until I decided to release him. Chains and leather would always be holding him bound. Sometimes he’d be in a straitjacket and muzzle, when he got more aggressive. At lighter, calmer times, he would just be in cuffs. The boy would be kept gagged quite often, another way to make him more submissive. At the end, I would release him by bringing him cuffed back to the bar, uncuffing him there and setting him free."
Woof! Hot stuff!
Speaking of sexy, the attraction I have for uniformed men is definitely the authority they exude, the first thing I think of when I hear the word uniform is cops. Policemen have a lot of power behind their image. Tight fitting pants, buffed up chests, nice tall leather boots shined to a reflective mirror sheen, dark sunglasses hiding fierce, dark eyes. That authoritative tone they take when speaking to you, and then the basket weave gun belt with baton, handcuffs, and that lethal gun. Images of intense power and respectful authority that get me rock hard.
Allrighty, here we go! My favorite part of the interview! The fantasy!
So boys, what's your big fantasy with uniforms?
"J"
"is to be with a muscualr and handomse and sexy man in leather uniform and have a role play session, maybe i could be the slave but i like being active =)"
"GF Member M."
"Biggest fantasy with uniforms involves the man in the uniform who carries it well. Don't any one 'big' fantasy, just to enjoy good play in uniform. "
"MC"
"Just being swept up by a leatherman in uniform was be great."
"Sir Michael"
"My fantasy involving uniforms is something that I have partly lived out. I’ll be in my full uniform, say my Woodland MARPAT one, with my duty belt which has handcuffs and leg irons. I’d meet some hot boy in a leather bar. After talking a bit, I would arrest him, putting him into cuffs, leg irons, and a gag, right there. From there, he would be brought out to my car and taken home. I’d lead him, still bound in cuffs and leg irons, chains clanking away, into my home. He would be then held prisoner by me until I decided to release him. Chains and leather would always be holding him bound. Sometimes he’d be in a straitjacket and muzzle, when he got more aggressive. At lighter, calmer times, he would just be in cuffs. The boy would be kept gagged quite often, another way to make him more submissive. At the end, I would release him by bringing him cuffed back to the bar, uncuffing him there and setting him free."
Woof! Hot stuff!
My uniform fantasy begins with me walking down the street, probably from a bar after an event, or someone's house after a brief visit with a friend. A police cruiser pulls up, it's the California Highway Patrol. The window rolls down and the face of a uniformed officer stares back at me, he's wearing sunglasses so I can't see his eyes. Young and strong, a light mustache sits atop his upper lip matching the dark rough stubble that reaches up to his sideburns which lead to a head of short black hair. He asks me where I'm headed, and I answer that I'm going home.
"Where's home, boy?" he asks in that direct, authoritative tone. I give him my cross streets and he tells me to stay where I am. He gets out, and approaches me in those tall leather boots, shined to a brilliant finish, his leather gloved hands are gripping his gun belt, which is equipped with everything. A long black baton, pepper spray, handcuffs, and a gun strapped in its holster. He gets close, he stands a foot taller than me, looking down slightly in order to look me in the eye, he starts asking me more questions, basic ones. Do I live in the area, where am I headed from, what am I doing out so late. Each answer fills me with more anxiety until he steps closer and smiles a bit.
"Where's home, boy?" he asks in that direct, authoritative tone. I give him my cross streets and he tells me to stay where I am. He gets out, and approaches me in those tall leather boots, shined to a brilliant finish, his leather gloved hands are gripping his gun belt, which is equipped with everything. A long black baton, pepper spray, handcuffs, and a gun strapped in its holster. He gets close, he stands a foot taller than me, looking down slightly in order to look me in the eye, he starts asking me more questions, basic ones. Do I live in the area, where am I headed from, what am I doing out so late. Each answer fills me with more anxiety until he steps closer and smiles a bit.
"Am I making you nervous, boy?"
There's no lying about it, I nod, he grins wider and places his leather gloved hand against the wall directly behind me, trapping me in front of him. Nowhere to run, blocked in by this handsome cop, whose muscled arm is inches away from my face. He takes off his sunglasses revealing deep, dark brown eyes and stares deep into my psyche with a piercing gaze.
"How about I take you downtown boy? Let you sit in a cell, and if you're really good..." he leans in close, his lips to my ear, "...I'll let you polish my boots with your tongue."
My head is a haze, and before I know it my hands are cuffed behind my back, I'm pushed into the back seat of the cruiser, and the door slams shut behind me. He takes the front seat, flashes a fun, yet menacing smile at me through the bullet proof glass divider before hitting the gas and flying off into the city.
There's no lying about it, I nod, he grins wider and places his leather gloved hand against the wall directly behind me, trapping me in front of him. Nowhere to run, blocked in by this handsome cop, whose muscled arm is inches away from my face. He takes off his sunglasses revealing deep, dark brown eyes and stares deep into my psyche with a piercing gaze.
"How about I take you downtown boy? Let you sit in a cell, and if you're really good..." he leans in close, his lips to my ear, "...I'll let you polish my boots with your tongue."
My head is a haze, and before I know it my hands are cuffed behind my back, I'm pushed into the back seat of the cruiser, and the door slams shut behind me. He takes the front seat, flashes a fun, yet menacing smile at me through the bullet proof glass divider before hitting the gas and flying off into the city.
Play Safe, Dear Reader.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Long Beach Pride 2012!
Saturday morning of Long Beach Pride weekend back in May I got lost trying to find the volunteer entrance to the festival grounds. Now with my odd roundabout luck, I found myself on the inside of the festival grounds without using any of the main doors. I have no idea how I did it, I just was suddenly inside looking at the exit to the entrance.
I found my way around and helped out the UFLB (United Fetishists of Long beach) set up their tent. This was where I met Dino's boy Jr, and I happily assumed the role as Alpha boy, we hung out in the tent for a while before I met up with my friend David and we went back to his apartment where he sacrificed his junk food to me in order to clean his place of evil foodstuffs. I happily accepted this sugary and fatty burden and went back to my place to take it far away from him to help him in his mission to lose weight and eat healthier.
From there, I headed back over to puppy Cockpit's apartment and gave him his dark red hanky (which I assumed at the time was rust colored, unfortunately it was not), we shared a snack, talked about the upcoming IML trip, and I headed back down to the UFLB tent at the festival. I met up with Dino again and he gave me food, which I gratefully accepted, at this point I was fading and very fast. Rushing around Long Beach on foot in a frantic "gotta get there" frenzy grinds ones energy very easily.
Not seconds after my last mouthful of food, Dennis strips me and puts me in a speedo, collar, and I was aggressively dragged out on stage for a mummification demo. I really enjoyed every minute of it, my exhibitionist side comes out and mummification is really fun! I was wrapped up with package cling wrap, spun from a large bolt. After being wrapped I was gently laid down on the stage and as Dino explained what was going on, I was tortured with ice cubes stuffed in the holes made in the wrappings. Then they lit candles and dripped hot wax over me, which is always a thrill! I enjoy wax play a lot, however you must be careful to buy the right candles, as each candle wax burns and melts at different temperatures so don't scald yourself, research it first before you try to get hot in the bedroom.
The demo was quick and to the point and I was cut out from my wrappings. It's important that you have a towel or blanket nearby to wrap the sub in after he or she gets out, the temperature change and sweat that accumulates inside the wrap leading to a rush of cold air on the skin can be a bit shocking, so cover up and provide proper aftercare once the wrap is removed. I went back stage and was placed inside a head harness, knee pads, and fist mitts. Then they leashed my collar again and I was put down on all fours and became a puppy. I was lead out in front of the stage, amused gazes were upon me as I was pulled around in front of the stage, I stopped in front of a trash bin and lifted my leg and heard an eruption of laughter behind me. Dennis yanked my leash and said "Bad dog!"
I found myself locked into a large metal cage, and right next to me stood Sir David with his boy and his girlfriend. I wanted so deeply and so badly to lick his big, thick engineer boots, he wore his Sir cap and full leathers and that made him all the more enticing and attractive! If he ordered me to call him "daddy" I would without question.
The more time passed while I was in the cage, the further I slipped into a puppy headspace. This was really the first time the headspace was so thick with me, as I had only skimmed the surface before, dog hoods and time on all fours bring this out strongest. My thoughts became two-dimensional and basic. I did things I thought a puppy would do. I laid on my back, I stamped with my paws, I barked, I wagged my butt, and as time went on it felt more and more natural to do them. At one point Sir David scritched my head and I did everything to show that I liked him! I wanted to hug his leg so tightly, as I looked into his beautiful, handsome face! At one point a couple of cute, giggly girls came up to pet me, and the attention felt wonderful! I wanted to make everyone smile and laugh! It felt great to make people happy! I was a puppy! That was my place in the world!
The tent closed, and I was led out of the cage and into Dennis' lap on the stage where he slowly took off my gear, piece by piece and I came out of puppy headspace. I was delirious, as my thoughts were reshaping back into three-dimensions. Soon after I was back on earth, I hugged Dennis and thanked him for the experiences, then joined Dino, Ice, and Jr. as we made our way over to the beer truck where mama Paloma was volunteering with Fabrique. I was handed a beer and we hung out until puppy Cockpit's friend Carl gave me a call and offered to take me up to Pistons on his bike. Never one to pass up a chance to ride, I happily accepted and said my goodbyes to the group.
Once home, I changed into my riding gear and met Carl out on the street, he rode up on his beautiful blue sportbike and once I swung my leg and hugged him tight from behind, we were off. For some reason, the party at Pistons didn't have that fun energy. Everyone was there, the lasers were going, the music was hot, but something was just not there for us. We left soon after, me clutching tight to his sexy hips, searching for a Denny's to cool off at for a late dinner. Suddenly, Carl's shifter broke and we pulled into a nearby IHOP, we had a pleasant meal, Carl took a picture of the broken shifter and thoroughly scared my puppy when he sent it to him. I scolded him, telling him that it "wasn't nice to freak out the dog." After dinner we were able to ride back to my place and crash for the night.
Sunday morning we headed to Cockpit's, Carl on the bike, and myself on foot. I geared up in my leather and we went over the details of the parade. I set out on my own, Cockpit would join me later. As I ran over to our staging area I approached someone I didn't expect to meet in person. The bright orange he was wearing gave him away immediately and I knew it was Sister Unity Divine! I was so happy I could meet him in person and after introducing myself I thanked him for making all of his Youtube videos, as they had helped me tremendously during some hard times I had while I was living with my ex. He was just as sweet in person as he is online. He hugged me and he said that I had a lot of love to give just by feeling my hug. It felt beautiful. I said my farewells and continued on. I met up with a friend, pup Jeff, and he guided me to the staging area where we joined the UFLB. Hours went by, and Cockpit showed up as things were getting ready to start. More time went by, and suddenly SubmissAnn who was in her pony gear, flew up into the air and dangled there as her cart and rider tipped backward and her rider fell flat on her back! At first it was shocking and I rushed over to help, but as soon as we saw her laughing the situation became much more comical, Cockpit was rolling in laughter, and later told me that from his perspective she simply vanished in a puff of glitter followed by a crash.
Finally once things got underway the real fun started, Cockpit on my leash, waving at the crowds, cheering along with them all, my puppy swapping between biped and all fours depending on the speed of the parade. Cockpit drew hundreds of cameras, and about halfway through the march I spotted Dizzy and Mr. Mike, and urged them into the parade with us! It was great! Surrounded by my friends and loved ones in a parade, walking my puppy on his leash and waving at everyone! Cockpit approached one dog who took a sniff at him and slowly backed away, the very concept of him screwing with his little doggy mind was much too great, it sent me into fits of laughter! The look of pure confusion on this dog's face was priceless!
Of course there were protesters, and Alex Kitay had us all stop and start making out in front of them which was fun and exciting! Much to the amusement of the crowd. When we reached the end, we were tired, hot, sweaty, burnt but thrilled! I headed back to Cockpit's place for a while before heading back down to the festival grounds where I met back up with Dizzy for a bit and helped him retrieve his yellow hanky someone had borrowed, and then was told someone was looking for me inside. My friend Dan had come to say hello and catch up a bit, he even went off and got me food, the awesome guy. He had to head off and I went back inside the tent to eat back stage. There I met up with Lou, who had dominated me last year at the leather tent, he wore a leather cowboy hat, beautiful black leather boots, and sported a titleholder belt buckle that read "Oil Can Harry's 2005". He took my food from me and shoved his boot in my crotch, then he proceeded to feed me in the most erotic, dominant, and sexual way. The more he fed and dominated me, the more I wanted to submit. He sat and put morsels of food on his leather pants, which I eagerly lapped up and licked clean. Hearing him say "good boy" made me so happy and horny. After my meal we stopped by the cigar lounge on the other side of the tent and he had me rest my head in his lap as event goers passed through.
After helping tear down a bit I went back to Cockpit's with Carl, Howard, and another man they had met up with at the festival, and thus ended another Long Beach Pride.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
I found my way around and helped out the UFLB (United Fetishists of Long beach) set up their tent. This was where I met Dino's boy Jr, and I happily assumed the role as Alpha boy, we hung out in the tent for a while before I met up with my friend David and we went back to his apartment where he sacrificed his junk food to me in order to clean his place of evil foodstuffs. I happily accepted this sugary and fatty burden and went back to my place to take it far away from him to help him in his mission to lose weight and eat healthier.
From there, I headed back over to puppy Cockpit's apartment and gave him his dark red hanky (which I assumed at the time was rust colored, unfortunately it was not), we shared a snack, talked about the upcoming IML trip, and I headed back down to the UFLB tent at the festival. I met up with Dino again and he gave me food, which I gratefully accepted, at this point I was fading and very fast. Rushing around Long Beach on foot in a frantic "gotta get there" frenzy grinds ones energy very easily.
Not seconds after my last mouthful of food, Dennis strips me and puts me in a speedo, collar, and I was aggressively dragged out on stage for a mummification demo. I really enjoyed every minute of it, my exhibitionist side comes out and mummification is really fun! I was wrapped up with package cling wrap, spun from a large bolt. After being wrapped I was gently laid down on the stage and as Dino explained what was going on, I was tortured with ice cubes stuffed in the holes made in the wrappings. Then they lit candles and dripped hot wax over me, which is always a thrill! I enjoy wax play a lot, however you must be careful to buy the right candles, as each candle wax burns and melts at different temperatures so don't scald yourself, research it first before you try to get hot in the bedroom.
The demo was quick and to the point and I was cut out from my wrappings. It's important that you have a towel or blanket nearby to wrap the sub in after he or she gets out, the temperature change and sweat that accumulates inside the wrap leading to a rush of cold air on the skin can be a bit shocking, so cover up and provide proper aftercare once the wrap is removed. I went back stage and was placed inside a head harness, knee pads, and fist mitts. Then they leashed my collar again and I was put down on all fours and became a puppy. I was lead out in front of the stage, amused gazes were upon me as I was pulled around in front of the stage, I stopped in front of a trash bin and lifted my leg and heard an eruption of laughter behind me. Dennis yanked my leash and said "Bad dog!"
I found myself locked into a large metal cage, and right next to me stood Sir David with his boy and his girlfriend. I wanted so deeply and so badly to lick his big, thick engineer boots, he wore his Sir cap and full leathers and that made him all the more enticing and attractive! If he ordered me to call him "daddy" I would without question.
The more time passed while I was in the cage, the further I slipped into a puppy headspace. This was really the first time the headspace was so thick with me, as I had only skimmed the surface before, dog hoods and time on all fours bring this out strongest. My thoughts became two-dimensional and basic. I did things I thought a puppy would do. I laid on my back, I stamped with my paws, I barked, I wagged my butt, and as time went on it felt more and more natural to do them. At one point Sir David scritched my head and I did everything to show that I liked him! I wanted to hug his leg so tightly, as I looked into his beautiful, handsome face! At one point a couple of cute, giggly girls came up to pet me, and the attention felt wonderful! I wanted to make everyone smile and laugh! It felt great to make people happy! I was a puppy! That was my place in the world!
The tent closed, and I was led out of the cage and into Dennis' lap on the stage where he slowly took off my gear, piece by piece and I came out of puppy headspace. I was delirious, as my thoughts were reshaping back into three-dimensions. Soon after I was back on earth, I hugged Dennis and thanked him for the experiences, then joined Dino, Ice, and Jr. as we made our way over to the beer truck where mama Paloma was volunteering with Fabrique. I was handed a beer and we hung out until puppy Cockpit's friend Carl gave me a call and offered to take me up to Pistons on his bike. Never one to pass up a chance to ride, I happily accepted and said my goodbyes to the group.
Once home, I changed into my riding gear and met Carl out on the street, he rode up on his beautiful blue sportbike and once I swung my leg and hugged him tight from behind, we were off. For some reason, the party at Pistons didn't have that fun energy. Everyone was there, the lasers were going, the music was hot, but something was just not there for us. We left soon after, me clutching tight to his sexy hips, searching for a Denny's to cool off at for a late dinner. Suddenly, Carl's shifter broke and we pulled into a nearby IHOP, we had a pleasant meal, Carl took a picture of the broken shifter and thoroughly scared my puppy when he sent it to him. I scolded him, telling him that it "wasn't nice to freak out the dog." After dinner we were able to ride back to my place and crash for the night.
Sunday morning we headed to Cockpit's, Carl on the bike, and myself on foot. I geared up in my leather and we went over the details of the parade. I set out on my own, Cockpit would join me later. As I ran over to our staging area I approached someone I didn't expect to meet in person. The bright orange he was wearing gave him away immediately and I knew it was Sister Unity Divine! I was so happy I could meet him in person and after introducing myself I thanked him for making all of his Youtube videos, as they had helped me tremendously during some hard times I had while I was living with my ex. He was just as sweet in person as he is online. He hugged me and he said that I had a lot of love to give just by feeling my hug. It felt beautiful. I said my farewells and continued on. I met up with a friend, pup Jeff, and he guided me to the staging area where we joined the UFLB. Hours went by, and Cockpit showed up as things were getting ready to start. More time went by, and suddenly SubmissAnn who was in her pony gear, flew up into the air and dangled there as her cart and rider tipped backward and her rider fell flat on her back! At first it was shocking and I rushed over to help, but as soon as we saw her laughing the situation became much more comical, Cockpit was rolling in laughter, and later told me that from his perspective she simply vanished in a puff of glitter followed by a crash.
Finally once things got underway the real fun started, Cockpit on my leash, waving at the crowds, cheering along with them all, my puppy swapping between biped and all fours depending on the speed of the parade. Cockpit drew hundreds of cameras, and about halfway through the march I spotted Dizzy and Mr. Mike, and urged them into the parade with us! It was great! Surrounded by my friends and loved ones in a parade, walking my puppy on his leash and waving at everyone! Cockpit approached one dog who took a sniff at him and slowly backed away, the very concept of him screwing with his little doggy mind was much too great, it sent me into fits of laughter! The look of pure confusion on this dog's face was priceless!
Of course there were protesters, and Alex Kitay had us all stop and start making out in front of them which was fun and exciting! Much to the amusement of the crowd. When we reached the end, we were tired, hot, sweaty, burnt but thrilled! I headed back to Cockpit's place for a while before heading back down to the festival grounds where I met back up with Dizzy for a bit and helped him retrieve his yellow hanky someone had borrowed, and then was told someone was looking for me inside. My friend Dan had come to say hello and catch up a bit, he even went off and got me food, the awesome guy. He had to head off and I went back inside the tent to eat back stage. There I met up with Lou, who had dominated me last year at the leather tent, he wore a leather cowboy hat, beautiful black leather boots, and sported a titleholder belt buckle that read "Oil Can Harry's 2005". He took my food from me and shoved his boot in my crotch, then he proceeded to feed me in the most erotic, dominant, and sexual way. The more he fed and dominated me, the more I wanted to submit. He sat and put morsels of food on his leather pants, which I eagerly lapped up and licked clean. Hearing him say "good boy" made me so happy and horny. After my meal we stopped by the cigar lounge on the other side of the tent and he had me rest my head in his lap as event goers passed through.
After helping tear down a bit I went back to Cockpit's with Carl, Howard, and another man they had met up with at the festival, and thus ended another Long Beach Pride.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Friday, June 22, 2012
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"
"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"
"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."
"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."
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!!! "
"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."
"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"
"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."
"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.
Play Safe, dear reader...
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"
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| "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"
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| "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."
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| "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!!! "
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| "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."
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| "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"
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| "Ric" |
"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."
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| "Anonymous rubber boy" |
"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...
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| "Anonymous rubber boy" |
Play Safe, dear reader...
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