July 7th of this year I went to Pistons Bar with Sir Gaelan and pup Kiba for Skin Tight, a rubber night held at the bar. Kiba was dressed in a rubber skin suit as well as his puppy hood and tail, while Sir Gaelan sported his leather shirt, jeans and harness. Before we entered the bar Kiba sprayed slicking polish on his motorcycle boots and I helped him slick up his suit. I can remember the smooth, slippery feeling of his suited body under my fingers and palms. The way it felt to slide my hands up and down his slim physique, the feeling of slippery black rubber sliding underneath.
Once inside the bar we saw PuppyTK and Puppeh there, two very sexy rubber dogs in their gear, I also got to meet with Rubberkitten and his partner. We all cuddled on the stage together, Kiba, PuppyTK and myself, we had a blast just holding each other close, feeling the rubber against our bodies, the smell of the slicked material and the look of the reflection in the dim lights. Plus the feeling of wandering hands, exploring bodies, holding each other close under black rubber, the intimacy shared between men who are masked and mysterious, identities shadowed and veiled underneath hoods. Hiding in darkness and obscurity, but so close you are gazing into each others eyes, lustfully. Fully sexually charged, and just aching to pull the group into a more private setting so you can do more.
Around midnight we said our goodbyes and left the party, and I took the liberty of massaging Sir Gaelan's shoulders as Kiba drove us back to my apartment.
I really must confess, I love Sir Gaelan and Kiba as my dear friends. Sir Gaelan invokes a feeling of ease in me, this feeling of submission looms over me like an inviting dark cloud, the look he gives me, his masculine voice, his scent, his amazing body and of course the height he has on me all mix into an incredible sexy man whose boots I'd service without a second thought. He's dominated me before, made me into his slime-covered boy experiment, whilst wearing a pair of black gloves and goggles that gave him the look of the sexiest mad scientist that ever lived. I'd love to be a slime slave to him for a long weekend of warm, squishy gunge sessions!
His puppy Kiba is an incredibly cute, and cuddly man who lives the life of a dog pretending to be a man. His strong bond to the puppy play mindset is truly remarkable and intriguing, for it is when he acts like a dog that he is at his most comfortable. This gives him an innocent and sweet energy about him, and at times it is easy to forget that he is a full grown man, and not a dog, even if he is looking you right in the eyes, sans his puppy hood. He's a pup I'd love to cuddle up to and listen to his whimper as we dozed off to sleep.
Play Safe Dear Reader!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Abusing the Willing Boy
June 30th I headed up to meet Sir John at Union Station. A few interesting sights along the way included a man and his lazy adult son on the blue line, the son stole someone's seat and pretended to be too tired to notice his father's pleadings to give the seat back or to take out his wallet, filling the immediate vicinity with palpable social awkwardness. When it came to their stop, they left but not before the father looked back into the car from the doors and said "Now wasn't that funny?" as the doors shut, the car erupted into relieved giggling.
Whilst waiting for the red line train, I observed a woman who couldn't have been taller than three feet, waiting on the same side as myself. Someone could have easily plucked her up and ran off with her she was so petite. It was fascinating to see someone so different from myself and the overwhelming majority of people around us. When I finally did reach Union Station, I walked through the terminal lobby when a bride and groom ran down the aisle in the opposite direction, in full gown and tux who had just been married in the closed off area of the station near the front door. They were met with applause and cheers from perfect strangers, and the terminal was filled with a warmer energy as these two ran by.
Sir John picked me up outside and we made off to his place, where the fun began upon our arrival in his garage. Once inside the dungeon, my shorts were yanked down and my ass was rimmed immediately. A chain collar was then slipped around my neck and locked, my submission role sealed. I was led to the bedroom and stripped naked, he lubed up his member and took my ass as his, but gently, sensually, he made love to my boy hole. However he did not cum. After a rest, and some cuddling, he tied me down to the bed and fucked my hole, and hard! He forced himself in and out of my ass, but stopped again, right before erupting in my now aching hole. Of course I didn't care about my pain, once I'm under Sir John's control, my mind only focuses on pleasing him, serving him, and working towards hearing him call me a "good boy."
After another rest in his embrace he tied me down once more! My ankles together, my wrists bound tight, my ass at his mercy, and Sir John was merciless this time! Ramming my throbbing hole, he slammed himself inside of me! My hole felt so raw and abused I feared it may bleed if he didn't let up, and that I loved the fact that I had no control. Again he came close to his climax, but denied himself the pleasure, pulled out of my aching ass. As much as it hurts when he fucks me so hard and so aggressively, I love the anal abuse Sir John inflicts on me. I love him as a dear friend, and as a Dominant. He showered as I took the opportunity to clean up the bedroom, then after my shower we enjoyed a barbecued dinner and amusing conversation as well as each other's company before I was led back into the bedroom where I was hooded, tied down spread eagle, and forcefully fucked until Sir John finally came inside of my abused and worn boyhole! My ass was screaming at this point, anything more and tears would have streamed down my cheeks. We fell asleep together, my exhausted body in his arms.
In the morning I woke up to an empty bed, but not for long, as when Sir John returned, we cuddled for a little while before he slipped a condom on my raging hard on, and rode my cock. His ass is so wonderful! He moves so well! He then asked what I wanted, and I answered that I wanted to fuck him on his hands and knees! I love banging doggy style, it gives me the most control, and it feels so goddamn primal! I love pounding his ass! I love hearing him moan! I love feeling myself get closer, and closer to orgasm and then when I'm at the edge, it starts flowing! Blowing inside him! FUCK YES! I start howling! HOWL! FUCK! Then the fire dies down...and I hold him. My cock still inside his sweet ass.
Following cleaning up, and a light breakfast, we sat in the living room, my head in his lap while he amused himself on his iPad. Before we got ready to leave, he showed me his Israeli gas mask hood he made. The eyes were taped over with black electrical tape so the mask was completely blind, giving it a soothing feel, and something I could easily fall asleep inside. I hope he uses it on me someday soon!
Thank you Sir John, I love to serve you Sir.
Play Safe dear reader!
Whilst waiting for the red line train, I observed a woman who couldn't have been taller than three feet, waiting on the same side as myself. Someone could have easily plucked her up and ran off with her she was so petite. It was fascinating to see someone so different from myself and the overwhelming majority of people around us. When I finally did reach Union Station, I walked through the terminal lobby when a bride and groom ran down the aisle in the opposite direction, in full gown and tux who had just been married in the closed off area of the station near the front door. They were met with applause and cheers from perfect strangers, and the terminal was filled with a warmer energy as these two ran by.
Sir John picked me up outside and we made off to his place, where the fun began upon our arrival in his garage. Once inside the dungeon, my shorts were yanked down and my ass was rimmed immediately. A chain collar was then slipped around my neck and locked, my submission role sealed. I was led to the bedroom and stripped naked, he lubed up his member and took my ass as his, but gently, sensually, he made love to my boy hole. However he did not cum. After a rest, and some cuddling, he tied me down to the bed and fucked my hole, and hard! He forced himself in and out of my ass, but stopped again, right before erupting in my now aching hole. Of course I didn't care about my pain, once I'm under Sir John's control, my mind only focuses on pleasing him, serving him, and working towards hearing him call me a "good boy."
After another rest in his embrace he tied me down once more! My ankles together, my wrists bound tight, my ass at his mercy, and Sir John was merciless this time! Ramming my throbbing hole, he slammed himself inside of me! My hole felt so raw and abused I feared it may bleed if he didn't let up, and that I loved the fact that I had no control. Again he came close to his climax, but denied himself the pleasure, pulled out of my aching ass. As much as it hurts when he fucks me so hard and so aggressively, I love the anal abuse Sir John inflicts on me. I love him as a dear friend, and as a Dominant. He showered as I took the opportunity to clean up the bedroom, then after my shower we enjoyed a barbecued dinner and amusing conversation as well as each other's company before I was led back into the bedroom where I was hooded, tied down spread eagle, and forcefully fucked until Sir John finally came inside of my abused and worn boyhole! My ass was screaming at this point, anything more and tears would have streamed down my cheeks. We fell asleep together, my exhausted body in his arms.
In the morning I woke up to an empty bed, but not for long, as when Sir John returned, we cuddled for a little while before he slipped a condom on my raging hard on, and rode my cock. His ass is so wonderful! He moves so well! He then asked what I wanted, and I answered that I wanted to fuck him on his hands and knees! I love banging doggy style, it gives me the most control, and it feels so goddamn primal! I love pounding his ass! I love hearing him moan! I love feeling myself get closer, and closer to orgasm and then when I'm at the edge, it starts flowing! Blowing inside him! FUCK YES! I start howling! HOWL! FUCK! Then the fire dies down...and I hold him. My cock still inside his sweet ass.
Following cleaning up, and a light breakfast, we sat in the living room, my head in his lap while he amused himself on his iPad. Before we got ready to leave, he showed me his Israeli gas mask hood he made. The eyes were taped over with black electrical tape so the mask was completely blind, giving it a soothing feel, and something I could easily fall asleep inside. I hope he uses it on me someday soon!
Thank you Sir John, I love to serve you Sir.
Play Safe dear reader!
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Boy Training at the Rubber Contest
June 29th I went up to the L.A. Eagle with Sir Dino and boy Jr. to attend the Mr. Eagle Rubber contest. When we arrived, we were generously granted entry with no cover due to being titleholders. I really appreciate that treatment, it makes me feel amazing and I don't expect it at all so when it happens it's a pleasant surprise.
I put on my gas mask that I had just purchased from Fort Troff, and we headed inside and began to mingle. A mentor of mine had given me an impromptu training session in boy behavior earlier that week in preparation for the Internationals contest that loomed ahead, and remembering his lesson, I fell into boy protocol. Hands behind my back, stood up straight, chest out, and I fell into step behind Sir Dino's left side. At first it felt fine, I felt anonymous under my gas mask. If it weren't for my title vest and medal I probably would have melted into the crowd and vanished from memory, becoming no one more than "that guy in the gas mask".
Sir Dino found someone to talk to, and Jr. and I stood at the ready as they talked. They kept chatting and I quickly grew bored. There weren't many men in the bar yet, no one I knew was within sight. Thankfully we moved on into the bar and met up with my mentor, we were in a narrow part of the bar so I stood to the side to allow people to pass through, he tried to position me to Sir Dino's left, which would put me in the middle of the walkway. I told him I didn't want to block the passage, he said "I shouldn't give a damn about it."
Was this really Orthodox Old Guard boy behavior? If it meant being rude to others via selfishness I didn't want any part of it. I'm sure it wasn't like that, but he was sure making it seem like it was. When we went outside again, I completely abandoned the entire "Old Guard boy" role, and decided that I'll just be who I already was. The mask of the boy didn't fit me as my mentor made it out to be. He soon found us again, and tried to put my hands behind my back. I refused to comply, took off my gas mask and told him that I appreciated what he was trying to do for me, but it didn't feel honest to who I was, and that I was going to be myself. He said "It's up to your Master." and walked off.
I don't have a Master. I don't have a Sir. I never did. I have no collar. I am no slave and do not possess that kind of personality. Dino is my title Sir, but it all ends at the medallion and the back patch. I often dream of being a boy to a wonderful leather Sir one day. Wearing a real collar, serving a real man in a leather jacket, a man who would have me lick his boot and use me as his footrest at the bars, a man who would tie me to the wall and bring me to the point of tears of joy as I begged him to ravage my body for his pleasure.
I finally was able to meet a few handsome men off of Recon at the bar, Joseph, his friends Chris and Dane as well as a few of my friends around the bar. I saw my friend Robert who told me that he had assumed control of a play prison out somewhere, he was surprisingly dominant that night. The idea was fun, being carted off to a sex prison, incarcerated as a fetish, I may give it a whirl!
Joseph and I really hit it off, he's absolutely adorable, and so sexy in his rubber gear! The contest itself was fun as well, the three contestants were Ricklit, Pup ZigZag, and Doug. Doug was incredibly cute, and Ricklit really gave it his all again! He's not going to stop until he makes a titleholder of himself, his persistence is admirable! During the contest he had a mad scientist theme going with one of the events, and it was really well done.
Through the night I loved on Joseph, and really enjoyed his company for a beautiful few hours. His friend Chris was also very enjoyable as well, and he was lovey too. Both gentlemen are incredibly hot and I'm thankful I could have met them that night. After the contest had ended Sir Dino wanted to head out, he rode over to the Yoshinoya across the street from the Faultline where we had a late night dinner. It was there that I found a cockroach dying on the floor in the middle of the room. I let the cashier know about it, but she didn't seem very interested in the information, and she took her time in cleaning up the corpse on the floor. I named him Harry.
On our way out, I had been making eyes at a cute young man sitting by himself at a table adjacent to us, so I plucked a business card with my blog address on it from my wallet and slipped it on his table next to his tray. I wonder if he took it, because I certainly hope he likes bedtime reading!
Play Safe dear reader.
I put on my gas mask that I had just purchased from Fort Troff, and we headed inside and began to mingle. A mentor of mine had given me an impromptu training session in boy behavior earlier that week in preparation for the Internationals contest that loomed ahead, and remembering his lesson, I fell into boy protocol. Hands behind my back, stood up straight, chest out, and I fell into step behind Sir Dino's left side. At first it felt fine, I felt anonymous under my gas mask. If it weren't for my title vest and medal I probably would have melted into the crowd and vanished from memory, becoming no one more than "that guy in the gas mask".
Sir Dino found someone to talk to, and Jr. and I stood at the ready as they talked. They kept chatting and I quickly grew bored. There weren't many men in the bar yet, no one I knew was within sight. Thankfully we moved on into the bar and met up with my mentor, we were in a narrow part of the bar so I stood to the side to allow people to pass through, he tried to position me to Sir Dino's left, which would put me in the middle of the walkway. I told him I didn't want to block the passage, he said "I shouldn't give a damn about it."
Was this really Orthodox Old Guard boy behavior? If it meant being rude to others via selfishness I didn't want any part of it. I'm sure it wasn't like that, but he was sure making it seem like it was. When we went outside again, I completely abandoned the entire "Old Guard boy" role, and decided that I'll just be who I already was. The mask of the boy didn't fit me as my mentor made it out to be. He soon found us again, and tried to put my hands behind my back. I refused to comply, took off my gas mask and told him that I appreciated what he was trying to do for me, but it didn't feel honest to who I was, and that I was going to be myself. He said "It's up to your Master." and walked off.
I don't have a Master. I don't have a Sir. I never did. I have no collar. I am no slave and do not possess that kind of personality. Dino is my title Sir, but it all ends at the medallion and the back patch. I often dream of being a boy to a wonderful leather Sir one day. Wearing a real collar, serving a real man in a leather jacket, a man who would have me lick his boot and use me as his footrest at the bars, a man who would tie me to the wall and bring me to the point of tears of joy as I begged him to ravage my body for his pleasure.
I finally was able to meet a few handsome men off of Recon at the bar, Joseph, his friends Chris and Dane as well as a few of my friends around the bar. I saw my friend Robert who told me that he had assumed control of a play prison out somewhere, he was surprisingly dominant that night. The idea was fun, being carted off to a sex prison, incarcerated as a fetish, I may give it a whirl!
Joseph and I really hit it off, he's absolutely adorable, and so sexy in his rubber gear! The contest itself was fun as well, the three contestants were Ricklit, Pup ZigZag, and Doug. Doug was incredibly cute, and Ricklit really gave it his all again! He's not going to stop until he makes a titleholder of himself, his persistence is admirable! During the contest he had a mad scientist theme going with one of the events, and it was really well done.
Through the night I loved on Joseph, and really enjoyed his company for a beautiful few hours. His friend Chris was also very enjoyable as well, and he was lovey too. Both gentlemen are incredibly hot and I'm thankful I could have met them that night. After the contest had ended Sir Dino wanted to head out, he rode over to the Yoshinoya across the street from the Faultline where we had a late night dinner. It was there that I found a cockroach dying on the floor in the middle of the room. I let the cashier know about it, but she didn't seem very interested in the information, and she took her time in cleaning up the corpse on the floor. I named him Harry.
On our way out, I had been making eyes at a cute young man sitting by himself at a table adjacent to us, so I plucked a business card with my blog address on it from my wallet and slipped it on his table next to his tray. I wonder if he took it, because I certainly hope he likes bedtime reading!
Play Safe dear reader.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Southern California Leather Gathering 2012
So June 23rd Cockpit and I headed out to the Southern California Leather Gathering hosted by Pug!
If you've never been, I definitely recommend you go at least once. We get a wonderful mix of different leather worlds, straight, gay, bi, pan, as well as the fetishists that make up their populace.
We set up camp in a nice shady spot , and ended up not doing much else than relaxing in the shade and take things as they came. We participated a little bit in the human scavenger hunt where you have a list of kinks, fetishes, or types of people and then you hunt around the BBQ and see who fits the description. A wonderful educational icebreaker and a way to meet new folks.
Lunch consisted of classic hot dogs and burgers, and thankfully someone brought pasta salad, so Cockpit could eat vegetarian. Someone else actually brought a cotton candy machine, I asked to try it and it was so much fun making my own cone of cotton candy.
You'd think a leather BBQ like this would have kinkier things going on, but it's pretty run of the mill stuff...well except the Dildo Toss competition...that's a classic SCLG tradition, and would you believe a straight man always wins every year? We have a reigning champion, I shit you not. The running joke is that "A gay man will never win the dildo toss, because we can't bear to throw away good dick!"
The majority of the picnic was spent either hugging on my friends, cuddling with the bears and pups (I love bear and puppy piles, being in the middle of several men is just bliss!) eating, or snuggling with Cockpit. He had fun playing retriever for the dildo toss, and even balanced the dildo on his nose like a the good Golden Retriever puppy he is.
I'm excited about next year's picnic, and I hope to bring more men with me.
A special shout out to everyone who helped out, and thank you to Pug who puts this on every year! You go girl!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
If you've never been, I definitely recommend you go at least once. We get a wonderful mix of different leather worlds, straight, gay, bi, pan, as well as the fetishists that make up their populace.
We set up camp in a nice shady spot , and ended up not doing much else than relaxing in the shade and take things as they came. We participated a little bit in the human scavenger hunt where you have a list of kinks, fetishes, or types of people and then you hunt around the BBQ and see who fits the description. A wonderful educational icebreaker and a way to meet new folks.
Lunch consisted of classic hot dogs and burgers, and thankfully someone brought pasta salad, so Cockpit could eat vegetarian. Someone else actually brought a cotton candy machine, I asked to try it and it was so much fun making my own cone of cotton candy.
You'd think a leather BBQ like this would have kinkier things going on, but it's pretty run of the mill stuff...well except the Dildo Toss competition...that's a classic SCLG tradition, and would you believe a straight man always wins every year? We have a reigning champion, I shit you not. The running joke is that "A gay man will never win the dildo toss, because we can't bear to throw away good dick!"
The majority of the picnic was spent either hugging on my friends, cuddling with the bears and pups (I love bear and puppy piles, being in the middle of several men is just bliss!) eating, or snuggling with Cockpit. He had fun playing retriever for the dildo toss, and even balanced the dildo on his nose like a the good Golden Retriever puppy he is.
I'm excited about next year's picnic, and I hope to bring more men with me.
A special shout out to everyone who helped out, and thank you to Pug who puts this on every year! You go girl!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Fetish of the Month 2012: October - Abduction
Greetings, dear reader.
It’s finally time for the Fetish of the Month! It’s October, a month of longer nights, chilled
winds, and dead leaves carpet the streets.
This month I explored a darker corner of the fetish and fantasy world…Abduction.
I have gathered together three men, but I will keep their
identities hidden. This fetish can be dangerous, and I advise all of you to be
extremely careful with this one. During
my research I heard a tale of a man who was very deep into abduction play,
letting strangers take him away, and the gentleman who was telling me this tale
informed me that he had lost contact with him, as if he had just fallen off the
face of the Earth.
So beware. Perhaps
some things are better left to fantasy…
Three questions to ask, the first being “When did you
discover your interest in abduction?”
(Contributor A)
I first found an interest in abduction in grade school when
we were playing at recess. I'm not sure what the game was, probably
"War," but it was fun getting captured. I just wanted to be tied and
blindfolded, even then.
(Contributor B)
My primary kink is bondage, and since a good deal of my
exposure to that in TV shows, movies, and books was when a character was
kidnapped and found tied up, I became interested in abduction as a result. I'd
say that it's not as much of a kink as it used to be, but it's still a scenario
that has been fun to think about. I've even been lucky enough that I had the
chance to do so with people I've trusted.
(Contributor C)
I found an interested in abduction because part of my
fantasies involves bondage. Being taken against my will and forced into gear
and bondage. I can't remember the website, but I once found a video on the
internet (possibly YouTube at the time, but is no longer there), where the plot
begins where someone has broken into some person's house and is chloroformed
and taken against his will. He wakes up to find himself in a box. Aside from
the ending, I found myself very aroused when the person was chloroformed and is
out-cold.
Mmmn very nice, gentlemen.
I’d say that my own interest in abduction was also from films and tv
shows when someone is grabbed off the street and forced into a van, or knocked
out and dragged away, the camera only showing their legs in the shot, and then
they are slowly dragged out of sight and into the darkness, I also remember
scenes where the hero is tied to a chair by the villain, gagged and
blindfolded, and it was always a very big turn on.
So men, what is the most erotic part about abduction for
you?
(Contributor A)
To me, the initial capture and restraint is the most
thrilling. Second would be the "reveal" at whatever place I was taken
to, and third would be beong kept there for an unknown amount of time.
(Contributor B)
While I'm able to switch into sub mode pretty easily, sometimes
I like to be forced into it. Abduction roleplay has always been pretty fun
because it's a way to get into subspace really quickly. I love the feeling of
being carried or dragged off (again, by someone I trust) because it makes me
feel powerless and like I am their captive being held for money or being forced
to be their prisoner. Since, again, my bondage interests stemmed from abduction
scenes, it gives me the chance to live out those fantasies.
(Contributor C)
As with the previous question, the most erotic part is that
you are taken against your will, whether you like it or not. I think of it as a
intro into force bondage.
Again, wonderful answers, and very sexy responses! The eroticism of abduction to me all involves
the unexpected loss of control. You are
being taken away against your will; you have no choice in the matter. The event is happening whether you like it or
not. You do not know where you’re going,
and you are at the complete mercy of your captors. You can only trust that they know what they
are doing, and know how to take care of you…if they are going to take care of
you that is.
So my contributors…here comes the sweetest inquiry…what is
your abduction fantasy? How do you want
to be taken away?
(Contributor A)
The fantasy is simple; to be caught, hooded, blindfolded,
restrained, and taken somewhere. I wish there was a miracle "Bat Knock-out
Drug" that would let me wake up somewhere safely LOL. To make the fantasy
more real, I'd like the kidnappers to be unknown to me. I'd have friends set it
up, but if I got somewhere and recognized their voices, some of the mystique
might be gone. Of course, who says they have to say anything?
(Contributor B)
I've had more than a few. :) A lot of them all have the
common element of being carried away physically and being restrained, but I'd
say the common one is like this:
I'm walking along, minding my own business (sometimes it's
night time, sometimes it's day) and a limo with tinted windows comes up
(sometimes just a regular, but fancy, car). All of a sudden, one or two
well-dressed men get out of the car and go after me. Before I can run away,
they punch me to get the wind out and then one throws me over his shoulder and tosses
me in the backseat. They tie, blindfold, and gag me, and either stretch me out
in the backseat and cover me under a blanket or they flank me. They mention
that I'm a special package and that somebody would pay good money to get me
back. It seems like a long trip, and I struggle against the leather car seats
trying to untie my bonds, but we finally get back to their hideout. I get
roughly picked up again, carried into the building, thrown down on a chair, and
tied up again. They tell me they want me to remain as comfy as possible because
I'll be there for a while. Sometimes there's even that hint of a threat that
I'll be a special treat for one of them, but usually I find myself alone and
trying to think of a way out.
(Contributor C)
I would think one would have so many fantasies.
One fantasy would be I pull up on my drive way at home, as I
am getting out the key to open the door, someone from behind grabs me and stuff
a damp clothe in front of my mouth and nose and I pass out. When I awake I'm
find myself bound and in gear.
Very, very hot, all of them dark and wonderful fantasies.
Let me share my own fantasy with you.
It starts late at night somewhere, on the street, at the
dungeon, at the bar, I am outside when two large, muscled men in tight black
shirts, leather gloves, jeans, boots and balaclava masks grab me. One covers my mouth and gags me as he grips me from
behind while his buddy grabs my legs and binds them.
I'm dragged over to a large van, the sliding door is open and they pull
me inside. I’m blindfolded and my hands and legs are tied up. Once
immobilized, one of my captors rests his hand on my chest and orders me to calm
down while rubbing my body, assuring I’m going to be okay, that we’re "just
going for a little ride." It’s no use to
struggle, he holds me tight in his big muscled arms as his friend drives us
away. The ride seems like it takes a
while, all the time I’m being rubbed and caressed almost lovingly by my
kidnapper. We finally arrive at our
destination and I’m carted inside, they put me down on a bed and finally remove
my blindfold, I’m in a small prison cell.
They never remove their balaclava; they change my rope
restraints to leather wrist and ankle cuffs and string me up spread eagle to a
St. Andrew’s cross. They make remarks
about how I’m their play toy for the time being, and continue to molest me,
occasionally moving in for a kiss and then snarling in my ear instead. They lay their guns out on a table in the
room under a bare bulb, as well as other toys like floggers and candles.
During my imprisonment they flog me, they drip hot wax on
me, they collar, leash, and tether me to the prison wall. I am fed out of a dog
bowl for my meals, and bathed with a warm washcloth. Even though I am a prisoner, they take gentle
care of me. When I am not being played
with, they store me in the prison cell and sit down to discuss ransoms in front
of me. They never yell at me, but take
care to make sure I am comfortable, all while making me their play toy.
Dear Readers, this fetish is very dangerous. It can lead to serious situations that may be
real abductions that lead to horrible circumstances, like excruciating painful
injury…or even death. You must be
careful who you talk to about this fantasy.
Maybe even keep it a fantasy. I
heard of a person who would broadcast his position on his own website for
abduction play, anyone could come and grab him off the street. It stopped when it started to become too
popular, and his captors began to fight among themselves for possession of
him. Thankfully he wised up about it and
ceased it, which probably saved his life.
Others have not been so lucky.
As always, my Dear Reader,
Play Safe.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
DOMINATION
The third Sunday of this June I threw my final pre-contest travel fundraising event called DOMINATION. Things had, leading up to that point, been time and emotion consuming. It wasn't until Sir Dino was given the title of California Leather Sir 2012 that things started to shift in a negative direction. A lot of confusion started to rise to the surface, and I really had little idea as to why or what was really going on. So I was grateful when Sir Michael and his boy Josh had come over to help me out.
We had enjoyed an afternoon together visiting Doughboy's Army surplus shop and browsing the aisles stuffed with military gear. I was quite taken with the rubber boots they were selling in the back of the store, dreaming of the day when I would plunge my body deep into a thick clay pit and struggle with pleasure against the earthy bondage of the mud.
That evening Sir Dino came to my aid when a friend of mine couldn't make it due to a miscommunication, and he manned the door. Evan did a wonderful job of selling jello shots, and during which he found the time to make several costume changes! Very impressive! Jeff sold raffle tickets, and my puppy Cockpit was able to come and be my prize table guard dog!
It was after the introductions that I called Sir Dino and Cockpit to the stage and began my speech explaining my Muir Cap and why I wore it, I explained that I understood the symbolism of dominance behind it, that I treated it with deep respect, that I have seen it on both tops and bottoms in leather art, and that I would wear it out to the bars with no more apprehension.
Here is how I obtained my cover.
Last year, at Folsom 2011, my puppy Cockpit took me to Mr. S Leather and we browsed around for a bit. I went over to the wall where they displayed their stock of Muir Caps and I tried one on, looked at myself in the mirror and mused about being bestowed with one, and earning my cover. I asked Cockpit how I looked in it and he nodded approvingly. I replaced it on the wall and we went around the store some more. When it came time to leave he looked at me and said "Okay! We're leaving, go grab your cover." I was confused, did he mean...? Yes! He was serious. He was seriously buying me a cover. Heart filled with excitement and gratitude I chose one off the wall and my puppy purchased it for me as a gift.
My puppy had presented me with my cover.
Knowing full well that Muir caps were taken very seriously by members of the more traditional community of leather, I made sure to treat my own with the respect and care it deserved. I never played around with it, spun it on my finger, tossed it haphazardly on the bed, or do other such things that people may do with an old baseball cap. I researched on traditions concerning the cover: never wearing it backwards, taking it off and placing it on one's own head with both palms on either side of the cap, never touching the brim for any reason whatsoever, and tucking it gently under one's arm when the cap was not worn.
I also read that one earns their cover in more traditional circles of leather with prerequisites. One of which that I can recall is being of service to one's leather community. Well I knew that I was being of service to my community by throwing events for leather men and women to attend and to enjoy as one of my roles as a titleholder, as many seemed to complain that there was a horrible shortage of such. I also would take every opportunity I could to educate people on what different aspects of the leather world meant, as well as encourage safe sex, and to educate people on safe kink and fetish play.
One thing I am well aware of is that traditional leatherfolk get really pissed when Muir caps aren't respected or misrepresented, so when I do wear my cover in public I make sure that I am aware of my behavior, as I am not only representing my title which bears both the entire state of California leather boys as well as the southern region (long story, for another time), I am representing the leather world to the masses who may be ignorant of what leather is and only see things like "the village people" or "freaky kinky guys". As such I act in a respectful and welcoming manner. My goal is to have them walk away from our brief passing with a sense of "Wow, that leather guy was really nice...I have no reason to be afraid of them."
What my cover means to me, is that it is a symbol of respect and loyalty from my puppy, Cockpit. A pup who has shown me such generosity in flying me to San Francisco many times in order for me to be able to attend events like Folsom Street Fair, the San Francisco K-9 Unit's Puppy Park, and even to Chicago to experience IML. As a symbol of support and love as he has given me moral, emotional, and physical encouragement when I needed it. He has guided me and assisted me into improving upon myself and overcoming my personal difficulties and challenges. And after all of these gifts, all he asks in return from me is time spent together with him on the end of my leash or a day to save for him.
So of course I will wear my cover, I will proudly wear it. Every moment I wear it, it is a "thank you", and "I love you" to my wonderful All-Star Golden Retriever, Puppy Cockpit.
We had enjoyed an afternoon together visiting Doughboy's Army surplus shop and browsing the aisles stuffed with military gear. I was quite taken with the rubber boots they were selling in the back of the store, dreaming of the day when I would plunge my body deep into a thick clay pit and struggle with pleasure against the earthy bondage of the mud.
That evening Sir Dino came to my aid when a friend of mine couldn't make it due to a miscommunication, and he manned the door. Evan did a wonderful job of selling jello shots, and during which he found the time to make several costume changes! Very impressive! Jeff sold raffle tickets, and my puppy Cockpit was able to come and be my prize table guard dog!
It was after the introductions that I called Sir Dino and Cockpit to the stage and began my speech explaining my Muir Cap and why I wore it, I explained that I understood the symbolism of dominance behind it, that I treated it with deep respect, that I have seen it on both tops and bottoms in leather art, and that I would wear it out to the bars with no more apprehension.
Here is how I obtained my cover.
Last year, at Folsom 2011, my puppy Cockpit took me to Mr. S Leather and we browsed around for a bit. I went over to the wall where they displayed their stock of Muir Caps and I tried one on, looked at myself in the mirror and mused about being bestowed with one, and earning my cover. I asked Cockpit how I looked in it and he nodded approvingly. I replaced it on the wall and we went around the store some more. When it came time to leave he looked at me and said "Okay! We're leaving, go grab your cover." I was confused, did he mean...? Yes! He was serious. He was seriously buying me a cover. Heart filled with excitement and gratitude I chose one off the wall and my puppy purchased it for me as a gift.
My puppy had presented me with my cover.
Knowing full well that Muir caps were taken very seriously by members of the more traditional community of leather, I made sure to treat my own with the respect and care it deserved. I never played around with it, spun it on my finger, tossed it haphazardly on the bed, or do other such things that people may do with an old baseball cap. I researched on traditions concerning the cover: never wearing it backwards, taking it off and placing it on one's own head with both palms on either side of the cap, never touching the brim for any reason whatsoever, and tucking it gently under one's arm when the cap was not worn.
I also read that one earns their cover in more traditional circles of leather with prerequisites. One of which that I can recall is being of service to one's leather community. Well I knew that I was being of service to my community by throwing events for leather men and women to attend and to enjoy as one of my roles as a titleholder, as many seemed to complain that there was a horrible shortage of such. I also would take every opportunity I could to educate people on what different aspects of the leather world meant, as well as encourage safe sex, and to educate people on safe kink and fetish play.
One thing I am well aware of is that traditional leatherfolk get really pissed when Muir caps aren't respected or misrepresented, so when I do wear my cover in public I make sure that I am aware of my behavior, as I am not only representing my title which bears both the entire state of California leather boys as well as the southern region (long story, for another time), I am representing the leather world to the masses who may be ignorant of what leather is and only see things like "the village people" or "freaky kinky guys". As such I act in a respectful and welcoming manner. My goal is to have them walk away from our brief passing with a sense of "Wow, that leather guy was really nice...I have no reason to be afraid of them."
What my cover means to me, is that it is a symbol of respect and loyalty from my puppy, Cockpit. A pup who has shown me such generosity in flying me to San Francisco many times in order for me to be able to attend events like Folsom Street Fair, the San Francisco K-9 Unit's Puppy Park, and even to Chicago to experience IML. As a symbol of support and love as he has given me moral, emotional, and physical encouragement when I needed it. He has guided me and assisted me into improving upon myself and overcoming my personal difficulties and challenges. And after all of these gifts, all he asks in return from me is time spent together with him on the end of my leash or a day to save for him.
So of course I will wear my cover, I will proudly wear it. Every moment I wear it, it is a "thank you", and "I love you" to my wonderful All-Star Golden Retriever, Puppy Cockpit.
My speech was received with little fanfare, and a few "awws" were audible when Cockpit hugged me, but I didn't care about what they thought anymore. All I was concerned with was my puppy.
The evening continued with meeting guests and mingling with friends both old and new. I finally was able to meet a pair of men in motorcycle gear from a fetish social network that I had been talking to for a while, Icebike and his partner. Both of whom looked incredible in their biker armor and helmets. Very eye catching, and such nice gentlemen as well! I look forward to meeting them again.
At the end of the night, after another speech, we raised almost $400.00, but I always look at the end total and think to myself "I can do better than that!" However that doesn't make me any less happy or grateful to receive the generous donations people provided me in order to compete in the contest I worked so hard to travel to and represent at.
It was unfortunate that evening wasn't as fun as my other events had been. A lot of emotional turmoil had been going on concerning titles, and patches, and other such nonsense that it had distracted me from really having the best of times with my friends. However even during all of that, I promised myself that I would never give up the leather world. Not after all of this hard work, not after all of the support, not after so many people stood up to stand behind me, their hands on my back to keep pushing me forward. My petty little problems and frustrations are not worth tossing away such wonderful people who have given me and continue to give me so much.
I'm doing this for them. So we can see more leather out there. So people aren't terrified of a man in full leather gear walking down the street, or abhorred by the sight of him holding the leash of his slave boy as they head into the bar.
This is so much fun, I love sharing it with you.
Play Safe, dear Reader.
Monday, October 8, 2012
A Birthday Present for a Dom
An evening in mid June this Summer I was picked up by Sir Donny and his husband after working to complete a slew of jello shots for an event I was throwing the Saturday of that week. We had a delightful dinner followed with hilarious conversation concerning unintentionally racist / stereotypical characters of a local amusement park's newest addition to their list of attractions. Afterward we headed to Sir Donny's new house and changed into our leather gear.
We shared intimate moments with each other, and I was then tied to the bed and rendered helpless, as Sir Donny tortured me mercilessly with his massage wand on my crotch, I moaned and screamed in ecstasy! I didn't want it to stop! It was so wonderful! I wanted to explode so badly, but I didn't want it all to come to an end! Sir Donny finally showed mercy and ceased my torture but only in order to change his boots. He changed his footwear from leather boots to his sexy sport bike boots, and trampled my rock hard, but exhausted manhood!
I thanked him over and over! I was in such bliss! All I wanted was to serve him, do whatever he desired of me or of my body. I was his boy toy, his play thing! Then the moment I had been yearning for finally came to be. Sir Donny asked me,
"What do you want, boy?"
"To please you, sir!"
"How do you want to please me?"
"To take you inside me!"
"How, boy?"
I looked him right in the eye, "I want your big, meaty cock inside my eager, tight, boyhole! Tonight!"
"Good boy!"
He stretched and fingered me with care, his gentle touch is a warm reminder of his trustworthiness, as he cares for my well being and my physical comfort. Then, rolling on and lubing up a condom over his throbbing member, he slowly entered me. Oh his meaty cock deep inside of my body, it was all so amazing! So wonderful! He fucked me so gently, I begged for his dick, I wanted all of him inside of me! Thrust after thrust! Fuck me, sir! He sped up! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yessir! Come on, sir!
He exploded inside of me and just knowing that he did was more important than weather or not I felt it. He remained there for a while, I focused on feeling him connected to me that way, the most intimate way two men can be together. Then it came to be his husband's turn. He slid on a rubber as well, lubed up nicely, and slide inside of me easily. Oh he felt so smooth and slick! I growled and snarled in pleasure! I egged him on! "Come on! Fuck me! Gimme all you got! Yeah! YEAH!" He slammed my ass and finally erupted, all at the encouragement of Sir Donny. His husband slumped over me, he was completely exhausted! I was the contrary, riled up, hungry for some boy's sweet tight ass! I wanted to fuck and fuck hard! However, he was far too tired, and I wouldn't dare ask Sir Donny.
I was ordered to jerk off for Sir Donny and I did so with great pleasure. It took me ages to get off, I wanted it so bad, as Sir Donny said at one point "He may be trying too hard." I know I was. I was overheating, but why wouldn't I? Sir Donny is so incredibly hot, especially when he talks dirty to me, and when his husband makes out with me at the same time. When I finally did blow my load, it came at a terrible price. My right calf cramped up into a horrific charlie horse and denied me my pleasure of orgasm. Fear not, the night was hardly ruined, as knowing that my body was a pleasurable and delightful birthday present to Sir Donny filled me with a boy's pride of service to a studly dom such as he.
Happy Birthday sir, and Play Safe Dear Reader.
We shared intimate moments with each other, and I was then tied to the bed and rendered helpless, as Sir Donny tortured me mercilessly with his massage wand on my crotch, I moaned and screamed in ecstasy! I didn't want it to stop! It was so wonderful! I wanted to explode so badly, but I didn't want it all to come to an end! Sir Donny finally showed mercy and ceased my torture but only in order to change his boots. He changed his footwear from leather boots to his sexy sport bike boots, and trampled my rock hard, but exhausted manhood!
I thanked him over and over! I was in such bliss! All I wanted was to serve him, do whatever he desired of me or of my body. I was his boy toy, his play thing! Then the moment I had been yearning for finally came to be. Sir Donny asked me,
"What do you want, boy?"
"To please you, sir!"
"How do you want to please me?"
"To take you inside me!"
"How, boy?"
I looked him right in the eye, "I want your big, meaty cock inside my eager, tight, boyhole! Tonight!"
"Good boy!"
He stretched and fingered me with care, his gentle touch is a warm reminder of his trustworthiness, as he cares for my well being and my physical comfort. Then, rolling on and lubing up a condom over his throbbing member, he slowly entered me. Oh his meaty cock deep inside of my body, it was all so amazing! So wonderful! He fucked me so gently, I begged for his dick, I wanted all of him inside of me! Thrust after thrust! Fuck me, sir! He sped up! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yessir! Come on, sir!
He exploded inside of me and just knowing that he did was more important than weather or not I felt it. He remained there for a while, I focused on feeling him connected to me that way, the most intimate way two men can be together. Then it came to be his husband's turn. He slid on a rubber as well, lubed up nicely, and slide inside of me easily. Oh he felt so smooth and slick! I growled and snarled in pleasure! I egged him on! "Come on! Fuck me! Gimme all you got! Yeah! YEAH!" He slammed my ass and finally erupted, all at the encouragement of Sir Donny. His husband slumped over me, he was completely exhausted! I was the contrary, riled up, hungry for some boy's sweet tight ass! I wanted to fuck and fuck hard! However, he was far too tired, and I wouldn't dare ask Sir Donny.
I was ordered to jerk off for Sir Donny and I did so with great pleasure. It took me ages to get off, I wanted it so bad, as Sir Donny said at one point "He may be trying too hard." I know I was. I was overheating, but why wouldn't I? Sir Donny is so incredibly hot, especially when he talks dirty to me, and when his husband makes out with me at the same time. When I finally did blow my load, it came at a terrible price. My right calf cramped up into a horrific charlie horse and denied me my pleasure of orgasm. Fear not, the night was hardly ruined, as knowing that my body was a pleasurable and delightful birthday present to Sir Donny filled me with a boy's pride of service to a studly dom such as he.
Happy Birthday sir, and Play Safe Dear Reader.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Los Angeles Pride 2012
The morning of June 10th, Cockpit and I went up to Los Angeles and marched in the L.A. Pride Parade. It was a huge mess of color, balloons, music, streamers, and rainbow flags! Earlier before we had headed up I read that the puppies had no representation, so I volunteered to be part of the puppy group for Los Angeles. Cockpit lent me a puppy hood to wear and Sir Dino handed me the Leather Puppy flag, but unfortunately Cockpit and I were the only ones there pupping out, no one else came! I couldn't hold the flag all by myself, I had to hold Cockpit's leash! That's when Sir Dino came up and clipped the flag around my neck so I wore it like a cape.
I was representing all the leather puppies, and walking my dog at the same time. I felt like a superhero!
The parade was so much fun, as they always tend to be, the overload of positive energy, the screaming spectators, all the support for everyone marching in the parade! I want to march in every Pride Parade in California! I even passed by a submissive of mine, Marc, I woofed in his face and he didn't even recognize me! As we marched on Cockpit told me that the protester's booth was nearly empty, save for one person on a megaphone and a few sign holders. Not that you could really see them, as people had come out to hold up a huge paper wall to block them from view. How sweet, thank you guys!
The parade ended at a fork in the road, Cockpit, myself, and a handful of the leather contingent walked down to the back end of the festival and were let in by security. Cockpit went off leash to find a hydrant and I found Sister Unity Divine and gave her a card to my blog (I certainly hope he's enjoying it), Cockpit returned and we explored the festival a bit, had lunch of questionable Chinese food, and I returned the puppy flag once I finally learned who the owner of it was.
A bit more exploration and we discovered Oil Can Harry's had a line dancing room. A whole room filled with cowboys and a few cowgirls dancing in almost perfect sync Watching the hotties in cowboy hats and sexy boots and I was drooling on the sidelines, while Cockpit went to grab us drinks. I got ballsy and went up to the DJ, who happened to be a former titleholder, and a man who I find extremely sexy and attractive, and gave him a contact card and a card to my blog as well. Overheated and hungry, Cockpit and I took our leave and headed out.
I always enjoy Pride season, and I've decided that I'd like to march in every Pride Parade in California! Not all in one year, mind you, I'd have to be Pride hopping like crazy! More realistically, make a punch card, and add pictures as a collection of Pride marches.
Play Safe my dear Readers, and as always, Thank You Cockpit.
I was representing all the leather puppies, and walking my dog at the same time. I felt like a superhero!
The parade was so much fun, as they always tend to be, the overload of positive energy, the screaming spectators, all the support for everyone marching in the parade! I want to march in every Pride Parade in California! I even passed by a submissive of mine, Marc, I woofed in his face and he didn't even recognize me! As we marched on Cockpit told me that the protester's booth was nearly empty, save for one person on a megaphone and a few sign holders. Not that you could really see them, as people had come out to hold up a huge paper wall to block them from view. How sweet, thank you guys!
The parade ended at a fork in the road, Cockpit, myself, and a handful of the leather contingent walked down to the back end of the festival and were let in by security. Cockpit went off leash to find a hydrant and I found Sister Unity Divine and gave her a card to my blog (I certainly hope he's enjoying it), Cockpit returned and we explored the festival a bit, had lunch of questionable Chinese food, and I returned the puppy flag once I finally learned who the owner of it was.
A bit more exploration and we discovered Oil Can Harry's had a line dancing room. A whole room filled with cowboys and a few cowgirls dancing in almost perfect sync Watching the hotties in cowboy hats and sexy boots and I was drooling on the sidelines, while Cockpit went to grab us drinks. I got ballsy and went up to the DJ, who happened to be a former titleholder, and a man who I find extremely sexy and attractive, and gave him a contact card and a card to my blog as well. Overheated and hungry, Cockpit and I took our leave and headed out.
I always enjoy Pride season, and I've decided that I'd like to march in every Pride Parade in California! Not all in one year, mind you, I'd have to be Pride hopping like crazy! More realistically, make a punch card, and add pictures as a collection of Pride marches.
Play Safe my dear Readers, and as always, Thank You Cockpit.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
A Day at the Fair, A Night at the Bar
June 10th, I went up to the Los Angeles Pride fair and after a little bit of wandering around, made my way over to Erotic City where I was able to meet one of the authors of the Leatherman's Handbook! We talked a little, and I gave him my cards, and then met up with a few friends of mine in the cigar tent.
I found my good friend Steve, that wonderful giant of a man, and hugged on him, feeling his big burly arms around me was so relaxing and comforting. I rested my head on his chest and told him I loved it when he hugged me so close and tenderly. He suddenly cursed and pushed me away! Apparently my head had rested on his radio, and the entire volunteer team had heard what I said. Whoops...
I met with two very cute porn stars at their sales tent, and then left to head to Pistons for Kontrol. Meeting Sir Dave and his boy Alex at the bar I (excitedly) became their on stage demo bondage boy, under boy Alex's hand I was tied in a Peach bondage, and then flogged by Sir Dave! Sweet bliss, to be struck by that stud, his salt and pepper hair and beard, his manly voice, his strong hand! Oh, thank you sir! I showed them my deep gratitude by kissing their boots, afterward I was stood up and bound by boy Alex once more. I didn't catch the name of this tie but I could have lasted an entire evening in it, I was so comfortable.
Released, I stepped offstage and mingled a bit with the crowd, I saw Dennis who was dressed in a skin tight outfit that made him up like a burglar in the night, sexy! Troy gave me another one of his intense massages, which released the tension that I store in my shoulders. I met up with Sir Dino, Paloma, and boy Jr.
We got to talking about a certain individual who had been making me angry as of late with his actions, and I slipped into a bit of a rant, and when I came to my conclusion, I realized that, without noticing, I had built up an suitable audience of friends and other titleholders. I don't even remember what I said, or what I was even angry about, I just hope I didn't say anything damning or hurtful. I really detest being angry and do everything I can to stay far from that emotion as possible.
My evening came to a close as Sir Dave, and his boy Alex drove me home. I got to talking to Sir Dave on the ride home, and let him know that I was interested in experiencing knife play under his hand. The idea of it scares me, but I trust him and the experience would definitely be worth writing about. Much to your amusement and entertainment, I'm sure, dear reader.
Play Safe.
I found my good friend Steve, that wonderful giant of a man, and hugged on him, feeling his big burly arms around me was so relaxing and comforting. I rested my head on his chest and told him I loved it when he hugged me so close and tenderly. He suddenly cursed and pushed me away! Apparently my head had rested on his radio, and the entire volunteer team had heard what I said. Whoops...
I met with two very cute porn stars at their sales tent, and then left to head to Pistons for Kontrol. Meeting Sir Dave and his boy Alex at the bar I (excitedly) became their on stage demo bondage boy, under boy Alex's hand I was tied in a Peach bondage, and then flogged by Sir Dave! Sweet bliss, to be struck by that stud, his salt and pepper hair and beard, his manly voice, his strong hand! Oh, thank you sir! I showed them my deep gratitude by kissing their boots, afterward I was stood up and bound by boy Alex once more. I didn't catch the name of this tie but I could have lasted an entire evening in it, I was so comfortable.
Released, I stepped offstage and mingled a bit with the crowd, I saw Dennis who was dressed in a skin tight outfit that made him up like a burglar in the night, sexy! Troy gave me another one of his intense massages, which released the tension that I store in my shoulders. I met up with Sir Dino, Paloma, and boy Jr.
We got to talking about a certain individual who had been making me angry as of late with his actions, and I slipped into a bit of a rant, and when I came to my conclusion, I realized that, without noticing, I had built up an suitable audience of friends and other titleholders. I don't even remember what I said, or what I was even angry about, I just hope I didn't say anything damning or hurtful. I really detest being angry and do everything I can to stay far from that emotion as possible.
My evening came to a close as Sir Dave, and his boy Alex drove me home. I got to talking to Sir Dave on the ride home, and let him know that I was interested in experiencing knife play under his hand. The idea of it scares me, but I trust him and the experience would definitely be worth writing about. Much to your amusement and entertainment, I'm sure, dear reader.
Play Safe.
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