Public Dungeon Etiquette

A recent trip to a play dungeon has shown me that a few people seem to be oblivious to, or just simply disregard the rules of dungeon etiquette.

For future reference here they are, please read them carefully.

1) Keep Quiet!

Do not speak while observing a scene, if you want to have a conversation then by all means have one - outside the play area.  Find the lobby and go talk there.  I'm really not interested in the conversation you're having when I'm being flogged by my Sir, or training a sub.  It rips me out of head space and can really ruin a guy's night.  A night that he or someone else has so graciously paid for!  So do us a favor,  shut the fuck up.

2) Do Not Touch!

This has, shockingly, actually happened to me once.  When I say shocking, I mean "You've got to be kidding me, people really are this rude?" shocking.  When you see a scene going on, DO NOT JOIN IN UNLESS SPECIFICALLY AND CLEARLY INVITED BY THE DOMINANT OF THE SCENE!  Do you realize just how creepy and violating it is to have some complete stranger coming into your scene without warning?  For example, one night I was playing with a Sir of mine and he had me down on a leather table working my body over, when suddenly some random guy comes up out of the darkness, and starts playing with my balls.  I was so caught off guard and forced into a mental corner that consisted of a mixture of helpless subspace, and utter disgust.  Who the fuck are you?  I don't know you!  Get the hell away from me!  If that doesn't ruin someone's night, I don't know what would.

Don't you EVER intrude on a scene!  Ever!  That's disgustingly rude!

3) Keep Your Distance!

Observing a scene is fine, it's really hot seeing two guys getting into it.  Sometimes they even appreciate an audience, as long as they stay more than an arm's length away from the scene that is.  You can really disrupt someone's head space when you're hovering over them.  A sub may and very likely will even feel threatened by someone standing so close when they are completely helpless and in the deepness of subspace.  My advice is to stay by the doorway, if the scene is in a big room, then imagine the dom is using a whip, and stay out of striking distance.

4) No Means No!

As with all play you should always ask if the person you're interested in would like to play.  Make your intentions clear, and leave nothing to assumption.  "Hey I wanted to let you know I find you really sexy, and wanted to see if you'd be interested in me tying you to the bondage chair over there." If the person refuses, politely leave them alone.  Don't hound them or try to break them down.  "I'm not interested." means "I'm not interested."  Get used to rejection, not everyone wants to play with everyone.  I've asked someone if they wanted to play, and I received a flat out "No."  I smiled, said "Understood, sorry to bother you." and moved on.  No big deal, the dungeon was filled with other guys and scenes to enjoy.  What's one guy?

5) Clean Up After Yourself!

This really irritates me, you're in a dungeon, the room you like the most is empty and you can't wait to play.  You step inside and...what is that?  Someone left a used condom on the fuck bench!  There's a cum spurt still on the St. Andrew's Cross!  Who left their god damn beer on the bondage table!?  What the fuck is wrong with you!?  Get in here and clean up after yourself!  That's not my job!  That's not the DM's job!  That's your responsibility as an adult to clean AND sanitize the play space after you've used it!  Throw away your condoms, wipe up your cum, and for the safety and health of everyone, use the spermicide cleaner provided by the dungeon (if they don't, demand that they DO) and wipe down everything you used and everything you didn't use!  Who knows what kind of infections may be swimming in that cum puddle?!  You want Chlamydia?  I sure as hell don't!  Wipe it down, soldier!  NOW!



Now I'm a really easy-going guy, and I'm not usually this angry or adamant about things, however I find these rules to be very important and I hope I have made myself absolutely clear on how critical they are. I can understand being new to a dungeon and all, but all dungeons should always have their rules posted somewhere, usually near the front or inside where people can see them.  Newbies, please read the rules, twice.  It's also especially irritating when a regular and frequent visitor to a dungeon is breaking these rules because not only should they know better, they should also be setting a better example for the newcomers.




Play Safe, and Be Considerate.

My First Time in San Francisco

This past weekend was a very enjoyable and wonderful experience.

My very dear friend, the Canadian Soldier, took me up to San Francisco where I met Sir K. of the San Francisco K-9 Unit.  The flight up there was an experience in itself.  As I watched the world fall away from us as we lifted into the air, I was filled with a sense of awe and admiration.

Everything became so small, our cities, our structures, the grandest stadium of great size and pride became nothing but a trifling plaything.  The cars and people were like forgotten ideas and thoughts, in your mind for no longer than a moment before vanishing again from memory.  This view filled me with a sense of understanding of just how tiny we really are in this world, how all of our petty human squabbles are trivial and silly, from rudeness to politics, it's all so...small and insignificant.

When we landed Sir K. met us and showed us through the San Francisco airport.  We quickly boarded the rapid transit car and, already succumbing to the effects of the Benadryl I had taken, I was urged to rest.  I had been battling a cough since the weekend of my contest in San Diego, and a nap was sounding divine at that moment.  Sir K. took that opportunity to take pictures, later sending them to me saying "You look so adorable when you're asleep!"

Thank you, Sir.  I'm flattered, I had no idea I could still look attractive whilst under medicated influence.

Upon reaching our destination we were picked up by Master R. the head of the leather family, and driven to the house of Sir D.  After unloading our bags and sitting down for supper, I was asked by Sir K. if I had any problem with nudity in the house.  I answered that I had no objection to nudity in a household whatsoever; in fact I found the idea quite different and refreshing.  

"Good! There will be plenty of nudity in this house and I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that."

  I was also introduced to spunky, Wolf, and a visiting friend of theirs who was referred to as "sextoy".  After dinner, I was lent a rubber one piece and Sir K. asked if I enjoyed gas masks at all, I replied that I was a huge fan and to my delight, was given a selection of three beautiful black masks to use for the events that would unfold that evening.  I chose either an English or a Turkish gas mask, I cannot remember the country of origin, but I enjoyed it nonetheless! 

The attraction of gas masks to me is the mystery of who is wearing this heavy, intimidating, black mask.  Their face is hidden behind a shield of dark, merciless rubber, like a soldier of sinister nightmares.  You can only look into their eyes, staring into you from behind shields of clear plastic.  Wearing one, I feel safe, secure, inside a little head bubble.  My breath echoes inside as I gaze out the plastic windows, my vision limited to two orbs, framed by darkness.

Sir K. took the liberty of lubricating me so I could slide into the rubber one piece.  Being a fan of sensuality he took his time rubbing the lube on my chest, my legs, and my back.  Sliding into the rubber, I felt it grip my body like a sexual glove, much like my neoprene experience, but rubber is much thinner and more delicate, requiring more care.  I pulled on my engineer boots and I felt something like a messenger from the underworld, I probably looked like one too, and I like that thought very much!

I was led down to the basement where I was shown into the dungeon, a small but well equipped space with a sling, a fuckbench, porn on the tv set, and the walls were plastered with sexy images of men in and out of leather.  My friend Sir C. was already playing with Wolfie and sextoy, and I was introduced to the group play.  I was somewhat tired from coughing so much during the day, and the medicine had left me weary, but I wanted to play.  It felt wonderful being between Sir K. and sextoy, holding sextoy against my rubber suit and slowly rubbing his light hairy chest, I wanted him badly the more I played with him.  Sir K. was very sensual, gentle, and touched the right places, his voice in my ear.

Sir K. then slowly led me over to the sling and asked if I had ever been in one before.  I hadn't yet, and was looking forward to being in one, this one looked very comfortable.  I was told to lay back and put my boots in the stirrups, when I did so, I felt very comfortable and could see why these were so popular.  I relaxed into it, Sir K. playing with me, my gaze drifting over to the three men intertwined in play on the floor, the grunts and growling of men in deep play rising into the air.  Sir K. had been edging me, bringing me close to final release, then denying me, plunging me into sexual frustration, the heat rising in my rubber suit and mask.  Soon the heat became too much, I asked Sir K. if he could remove the mask, as I had submerged in a mix of subspace, heat exhaustion, and weariness.  The mask came off and he said to lay back and relax.

I reached a catharsis at one point, I cannot remember if it was before or after the mask came off, but I remember Sir K. telling me to relax, to go inside my head.  That's when I saw something, a vision of some kind.  It was beautiful and so very peaceful and vivid.  

 I saw a burning burst of fire growing from a spark in the distance until it filled my entire field of vision.  I then saw myself stand up in front of it.  I was wearing my leather vest, my leather pants, and my engineer boots, there was a look of fierce determination on my face.  The fire faded into darkness, and then I saw myself standing upon a cliff overlooking a gorgeous stretch of beach.  The sand was clean and white leading into crystal clear, blue waters that calmly lapped upon the shore.  The sand led into the land which was covered by lush green grass, reaching into the island itself dotted by palm trees and a steep rise into a sheer mountain wall, which was carpeted by the same lush green.  This was My Paradise, my place of peace and balance.  Then my point of view turned, and I saw myself from the other side of the cliff, and behind me were throngs of men.  Some crouching, some standing, some suspended in the air, and I was at the lead.  I was leading them.  

Sir K. asked me what I saw, and I told him.  I told him I wanted to lead them into My Paradise, that "I want to lead them all into the light."

Afterward I was extremely tired, in a daze, Sir K. told me to go upstairs and write in my journal, then go to bed.

The next day was filled with much joy, as we spent the day at the Six Flags Discovery Kingdom in Vallejo.  I was introduced to the members of the San Francisco K-9 Unit, a group of pups, dogs, Alphas, and more.  These men were just full of fun pup energy!  Imagine a pack of men, ages 26-50+, walking around a theme park, some with collars and  bone pattern handkerchiefs in their back pockets,  occasionally barking, growling, and howling.  That's what my day was like, and it was the most fun I have ever had at a theme park.  Ever.  

Certain rides were too intense for me for several reasons, one I'm not a fan of rides where I think I'm going to die, and two I wasn't at 100% so I wanted to take it easy.  At these rides I offered to hold their bags and miscellaneous stuff.  Being the bag boy was part of my Titleholder duties of serving the community anyway, right?  In any case I was more than happy to help out, and it was great seeing their thrilled and happy faces as they came off the extreme rides.

On one ride we went on, Monsoon Falls, Sir K. said something to the ride operator and she announced over the loudspeaker "Let's give a shout out to the San Francisco K-9 Unit!" to which we responded with an uproar of howling and barking, most likely thoroughly freaking out the rest of the people in line!  When we were returning from the ride, the operator said "Please keep all paws and tails inside the ride until you come to a complete stop!"  She was awesome and such a great sport.

At one point in the middle of the day, I was walking with the pack and I had something close to an epiphany.  My heart brimmed over with joy and I began to tear up.  I said to Sir K.  "I just realized something wonderful, sir."  He looked at me and said "Oh?  What is it, boy?"  I smiled wider.  "I just realized that this is something that I've always wanted for a long time, but forgot that I wanted it because I didn't think it would ever happen."  He continued to listen.  "I'm walking around a theme park, having the time of my life, with a large group of my friends."  He then asked, "Are you happy, boy?"  I replied with a tear rolling down my cheek, "Yes, sir!  I am very happy and very grateful."

Later on in the day we were passing through a section of the park and "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" came on the sound system, the entire pack and I began to howl and bark along with the chorus, people stared, people laughed, I was having way too much fun to really give a damn about what anyone else thought, I was safe inside my new pack of friends.

When the day came to an end, we said our farewells and parted ways, some of us staying together to eat dinner that evening, and all of us very happy to have met each other and share a day filled with such wonderful thrills.

During my weekend up in San Francisco, Sir K. and the pack were all so very accommodating and concerned with my well being.  I admit, I was pushing myself very hard just being there with my cough and I did get a sunburn, and Sir. K and Wolfie as well as the other members of the K-9 Unit were very caring and sweet, offering me advice and taking excellent care of me.

My dear friends, I am so thankful and grateful for your love and care.  Thank you so much, I love you all.  I will see you again, hopefully at Dore Alley and Folsom!

Play Safe.

The Rodeo Cowboy

The other evening I had the pleasure of visiting my dear friend the Canadian Soldier who put me in firefighter gear the last time we played.  Things started with me being cuffed in leather restraints and gagged with a thick face mask with an oral tube gag.

As I lay on the floor, arms above my head, relaxing into the restraints, I heard him return.  My eyes went upward and were met with him in a sexy white stetson, a long sleeve button down shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of the hottest dark brown pointed cowboy boots I've ever seen.  My eyes widened and my pants tightened, I grunted my admiration for the cowboy who stood towering over me.

He slowly drew up his leg and placed a boot on my crotch, his blue eyes staring into mine, the pressure on my groin made me groan and thank him endlessly.  His gaze didn't waver, he stared directly into my eyes, firm and unflinching. 

I love being stomped, having a man gently (the important keyword is GENTLY here, you can do serious damage if you're not careful) put his thick, heavy boot on my crotch, slowly grinding it downward, dominating me, crushing me into the floor under his feet.  It's one of the ultimate forms of dominance and submission in my mind.  Especially if he's standing, towering over you, as I love looking up at a man who has his foot on my dick.

He gingerly switched booted feet, crushing me with each one, much to my appreciation.  Sometimes teasing me, dangling his foot over my face as I forced myself to behave and remain flat on the floor, if I bent upward, eager to have the boot leather brush my cheek, he would pull upward out of my reach, and punish me by taking his time in meeting the sexy sole with my face.

He knelt down, lips so close to my face, I strained within myself, I wanted his kiss so badly, so very, very badly!  It took everything not to sit upward, I knew it would simply prolong this wonderful suffering.  His lips met with the leather barrier and I squirmed with frustration!  Damn it!  Damn it! I want his gentle lips on mine! Curse this gag!

The beautiful torture continued, the kiss so close but so far away, the boots on my crotch, that beautiful gaze into my thankful eyes.  He then stood up and left the room, leaving me to squirm on the floor, aching for him to return.  When the handsome cowboy did return, he held a pair of black cowboy boots and a trophy.  He dangled the black boots one at a time over my groin, I trembled.  He let one drop and it landed right on target.  Urgh! Thank you, Sir!  I struggled to keep it on my body, not letting it touch the floor.  He held the second higher, it swayed in the air and I kept my eyes on it, glancing only once at his eyes.  They were serious.  He let go.

...and caught it again.

He then dropped it at a lower height and I thanked him after it hit me.  He placed the trophy on the table and then fitted my feet with the boots.  He then placed the trophy on my chest and said, "I was wearing this hat, and these boots when I won that trophy in the rodeo."

I gazed at the trophy now balanced on my chest, then at the hat that adorned his head, then at the brown sexy boots whose soles were mere inches from my face, thoughts of him riding a bucking, angry beast flowed into my head.  The adoration filled me to the brim and tears welled in my eyes.  I was at the feet of a sexy, masculine, clean cut rodeo star.

He placed his hat upon my face and I breathed deeply, taking in what little scent I could, until he took it away again.  He then took the boots off of my feet, stripped me of my clothes and ordered me on my knees.  He then ordered me to clean his boots and I got to work immediately.  Taking in the scent, the color, the flavor of these masculine, crotch-crushing, sand-kicking, rib-poking boots with deep appreciation.  He asked me if I wanted to cum on his boots, to which I said "If that is what you want, Sir, I would be very happy to."  he ordered me to cum within two minutes.  I began to masturbate as fast as I dared, the boots, the jeans, being on my knees in front of a sexy rodeo trophy winner, it was just so wonderful!  The heat was starting to get to me, I could feel that my orgasm was so far away, and just as it was starting to creep forward, a firm hand shoved my forehead back and a gruff voice said "Nope.  I've changed my mind."

Damn it!

Soon he got up from his chair, and vanished into his bedroom, I waited there on my knees, in nothing but the leather wrist restraints, eager for my cowboy to return.

When he reappeared my heart sank a little, as my cowboy was gone, but I hope to see him once more. 

After all, I still have to help him practice his lasso skills.


Play Safe.

California Leather Sir, boy, Bootblack and Puppy 2012 Contest

My god, what a weekend.

Friday:

My good friend Dino picked me up in the afternoon and we headed down to San Diego, where we met up with my other friend Michael who was very generous to open his home to me for the weekend.  Dino and I quickly changed and headed back out to the VIP party held at Sir Tom's house.  We arrived fairly early and were of the first guests.  We met the judges, Tom Dickerson, Anthony Rollar (Mr. San Diego Leather 2010), Lance Holman (Mr. San Francisco Leather 2010), Rick Russel (Mr. Bolt Leather 2009), Karen Yew (Ms. San Diego leather 2004), Red Warrior (International Community Bootblack 2010), and Boy T.C. (Southern California Leatherboy 2007) the other contestants, Sam, Brit, Slutbottom Chris, and Zigzag, and our Den Daddy Anthony as well as Shawn (California Leather boy 2010). 

 After the party we all headed out to regroup at The Eagle bar where we mingled and greeted before Anthony urged us to get an early night for Saturday.  Following his advice, I went home with Michael and we went to bed.

 Saturday:

Michael drove me and my gear to Queen Bee's, and we met with Tom and the other contestants but the center was closed.  Unfortunately there must have been a miscommunication, so we headed over to a nearby diner and after a nice breakfast, compliments of Tom, we headed down to Pleasures and Treasures to prepare for our interviews and to practice our fantasy scenes.  The new location had just opened, so everything was crisp and new.  The store itself was very clean and well organized, plus the staff were so accommodating and friendly.  Dino and I went into the back utility room to practice the ideas of our fantasy scene, this year's theme was "Locker Room Fantasy" and Dino and I had been bouncing ideas off of each other.  It took about 15 minutes to get the main idea down, and we were ready.

When it came time to go in for my interview, I dressed in my cowboy boots, jeans, a white shirt with a gas masked duo by Luis Skobar, and my leather vest.  After walking upstairs and reaching the room partition, Lance asked me "Are you prepared for your interview?" to which my mind immediately hit the RESET button, and I looked to him and said, "Well I was before you asked that, Sir."

This interview was both similar and very different from my last interview for Mr. Long Beach Leather, the questions were more personal, I felt a lot of them made me really dig back in my head to frantically ferret out my answer.  One of which I was asked of Red Warrior, "What is the difference between a slave and a boy?"  my original answer was deflected and dissolved right before my ears, my logic was completely flawed and I had no answer to it.  I requested to rethink my answer and give it to her later, to which she agreed.  (Later I did find my answer, and returned it to her.)  As the interview went onward, the room was becoming slightly smaller, slightly warmer, I felt beads of sweat on my forehead, and I caught myself nearly crushing my own hands behind my back several times.  When it was finished, leaving the room was like opening the door to a sauna of anxiety, I began to tear up as the stress released itself from my chest and out my eyes.  Lunch was brought up, again donated generously by Tom, and I grabbed a plate.  However everyone seemed to choose that exact moment to introduce me to someone, or ask me a question pertaining to this or that.  I really, really just wanted to flush my head of all my stress and eat so badly at that one second.

After lunch, Shawn said we should have some boy-boy time together, talking about the contest and clearing up any concerns I had.  We walked from Pleasures and Treasures over to Queen Bee's, talking about how the contest emerged out of Drummer Magazine, and the history pertaining to it.

Arriving at Queen Bee's, I gathered my gear from Dino's car and was hurried backstage to set up.
Jagermeister had generously donated costumes for the opening number as a sponsor of the event. We were given hats, polos, wristbands and...really skimpy thongs.  I opened mine out of its plastic wrap and took a good look at it.  It was...very small.  I looked at Sam and Brit who were already wearing theirs, and then back at the front of mine.  It had glitter too.  I tried it on and was alarmed when it wouldn't go any higher.  I looked behind me and asked some friends of Chris "Is it supposed to just stop there?" I tried fanning out the rear as much as possible, Brit called over "Just yank it up! Accept it!".  Sam came over, and before I could react, did it for me.

I knew I had to be blushing, I had never worn a thong before, but then words echoed in my head from a conversation I had overheard earlier in the day.  "This is a player's contest, a leather man needs to feel comfortable in his own skin, if you don't feel comfortable in your own skin, then what are you doing here?"  I sucked it up and looked at myself again, I had to wear the thong anyway as part of the number, there was no going around that fact.  I needed to own it.  Then one of Chris' friends piped up.  "You have a great ass, and believe me I know a good ass when I see it."

Thank you!

Our Den Daddy Anthony and Boy Vince had set up boot blacking our many pairs of boots, bringing them to a beautiful sheen, thank you so much guys!  They came out great!  After a quick rehearsal of the opening number, we sat backstage and waited.  Up until that point I was fine, the contest wasn't bothering me at all, I was coasting gently through each hurdle as they appeared, and the other contestants didn't seem fazed either.  One thing was bothering me though.  The interview had left a grain of doubt in the folds of my brain and it was scratching the ever living hell out of my mind.

Now I forgot to mention, prior to this weekend I fell ill with a small cold.  I was so angry at it I did everything I could to stop it.  From drowning myself in orange juice, to sucking down zinc drop after zinc drop, to even looking at myself in the mirror and screaming "NUH-UH! NOT NOW! THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!"  It worked, as my cold dissolved within three days, however I did have what I think was a hallucination dream at one point, lots of colored shapes like jellybeans on a black background.  Before leaving me, the cold gave me whacked out dreams, hazed the line between reality and fantasy, stole my voice, and finally crawled into microscopic oblivion but not before cursing me with a lingering cough that is actually still plaguing me tonight.

Couple all of that with this grain of doubt that had now rubbed my mind and spirit raw, thankfully Dino came by and urged me to join him on a walk.  We walked across the street and sat down, we had a short heart-to-heart and I ended up breaking down in tears.  This was an enormous relief and left me with a serene numbness that I so badly needed.  I recalled the people who urged me to run, and reminded myself that they wouldn't have done so if they didn't think that I could do it, they wouldn't have done so if they didn't want me to do it.  When we made it back we sat down in the back patio and had a conversation with another titleholding leather man.  Unfortunately I could not recall his name, but he invited us to a play party for the 4th of July weekend.  Heading in, it was time to suit up and get ready.

We lined up in our Jagermeister gear first.  Hats, polos, wristbands, jeans, and boots.  Sam, Dino, myself, Brit, Chris, and Zigzag and walked out on stage.  Sam took the lead and descended the stairs, followed by Dino, then myself.  We walked out into the center of the audience and then curved around and back to the stage stairs where we ducked behind the curtain, ripped off our clothing as fast as possible to our boots and thongs, whipped a white towel around our waists and lined back up for the second number. 

Go time.  We walked out into a fogged stage, each of us reaching the head of the stage and taking off the towel when we reached the stairs, and walking the gauntlet once more, now to even more hooting and hollering.  Backstage once more, we changed to our jocks and were introduced by category.  Sirs first, then their 90-second speeches, then my category was introduced, followed by a mishap where the puppies went on next, but my speech followed.

I spoke out about how I identified as a boy, how I enjoyed submission, making others happy and how it felt to me when a dom says the words "Good boy" to me.  It means I have pleased them, done my job correctly.  I ended it there, I wanted to keep it short and to the point, and I had already gotten my point across.

Walking off stage I went to get ready for my fantasy with Dino when I noticed Brit's knees were bleeding.  He had decided to forgo his knee pads for the Puppy stamina number and ended up skinning them as a result.  I grabbed a paper towel and cleaned them up as best I could, the wounds healed fairly quickly which was great.  The intermission was a nice breather space, letting me get dressed in the calm before the puppies went and shared their own speeches.  I wasn't able to hear any of them due to being backstage coupled with the noise, which was frustrating as I really wanted a closer personal look into the Puppy world. 

After the speeches it came time for the fantasies, Sam and Brit went out first with a very intense fighting scene, which Sam ended by whipping out a fake dick and "pissing" all over Brit.  Needless to say the crowd loved it.  Next it came time for Dino and I to go out. 

The music we chose was "The Beginning" by DJ Krush, I walked out on stage in nothing but my towel, combat boots, red jock strap and some knee pads I quickly borrowed from Brit.  I sat down on the chair out on stage and started to towel myself off before Dino approached me as the football player and forced me to his cleats.  He pulled me up and along his body before his eyes met mine.  They were frighteningly intense, I had never seen them like that before.  If it wasn't just a stage act I would have probably been scared out of my mind.  He turned me around and directed my arms onto my head, he then lightly flogged me, then bent me down and "fisted" me, before grabbing both my arms behind my back with one hand and pushing me off stage.

As I walked backstage I felt a smile warm my face, I liked that.  It was fun.  My Alpha was absolutely right, I am an exhibitionist.

After my fantasy was the Puppy Play portion, I only saw bits and pieces of each one but it was very interesting, and cute in a dark "Ohhh, baaaad dog!" sort of way.







Finally after one final costume change we were marched out one last time to announce the winners.

- Dino won 1st Runner up for California Leather Sir 2012.
- Sam won California Leather Sir 2012.
- I won California Leather boy 2012.

- Slutbottom Chris won California Puppy 2012.

Now to clear up any confusion, yes I did run against myself.  However that does not mean I am an automatic winner and take the title by default.  I must make an average of 70% or more of Judge's points before I am awarded the title.  Besides, I wouldn't feel as if I earned the title anyway if I just won it by default. 

As California Leather boy, I represent all leather boys within the state, and it is my duty to train my puppy as well as, from what I have been told, forge a set of new social traditions and rules likened to Old Guard but for Leather boys and puppies.

As the contest ended, we were rushed to pack our gear and leave, but not before some random guy with a camera man popped in and asked us to do a shout out for a documentary called Kink Crusaders in Philadelphia.  Weary and disoriented from the great emotional event I had just been through with my cough entering its aggressive night phase, I walked with Slutbottom Chris and a group of his friends to The Eagle, one of whom, Jae, took very good care of me! Grabbing my bags and putting them in the van, checking on me every step of the way, running to get me juice, nuts and anything I needed as I was a right mess by the time we reached the bar. My cough had gradually worn me down over the weekend, adding in contest exhaustion, and quite frankly if anyone had offered me any more water I would have dumped the bottle all over everyone including myself within arm's length, started crying and laughing hysterically before passing out in the street! I had to be the guy with the cleanest bladder there!  However after the juice, vitamin water, and mixed nuts, plus a good sit down and a laugh or two I was good for another hour.


We were congratulated once again on stage at The Eagle, I mingled for a little before heading outside and eventually meeting up with Ian Bin (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2011), Dino, Michael (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2010 Alex Kitay's Sir) and my friend and dom, Michael.  Before heading home, Jae went and brought back all three of my bags from the van by herself, I felt awful when I saw her lugging all my heavy gear on her own, and I couldn't be more thankful for all the help she gave me that night.

It wasn't until I returned to Michael's apartment that I realized just how massive my title was.  When I finally took a good look at the medal that was around my neck, my eyes wandered to the massive poster of California on Michael's wall.  For this full year, I represent each and every single man who identifies as a leather boy in this entire state.  Looking up at the poster made me feel small, I was now a titleholder who represented a tremendous amount of people.


 I will be myself, I will not be someone else.

Sunday:

I woke up with Michael and we walked down to a restaurant called Brian's for breakfast, then came back to the apartment and played a little bit.  After the events of Saturday, I really needed to submit, be chained down, and given some tender love by a man in uniform, followed by a beautiful release.

After the afterglow had subsided and I was released, we went into the living room and watched "Idiocracy" with his prisoner guest who had been chained up the entire weekend I was there.  After the movie I packed my gear and dressed for the cigar beer bust at Redwing.  After we dropped Michael's prisoner off at the airport, we headed to the victory bust and met up with the others.  Once there a Jagermeister boy gave us some fun swag and he was also responsible for setting us up with our costumes for the opening act, so I gave him a proper hug thank you.  I also noticed he had a black Jagermeister handkerchief in his left pocket (which flags "S&M - top") so I had to wonder if it was simply promotional or was he really serious.  I made a mental note to see if he knew what flagging meant, but later I lost sight of his handsome face and the chance was lost.

We were introduced once more as the winners, we were given a VERY generous gift of a private photo shoot by our Den Daddy, Anthony who did an amazing job keeping us prepped and ready for our contest, as well as taking such wonderful care of me and my cough. We also received a disc of the photos from the contest, a guest pass to Slammer, and a gift card to The Crypt.  I was also given a very nice little leather journal, which I'm still trying to think of what exactly I want to use for.  I was told I should use it to record my title year, and I think that would be a good idea.

Later on after mingling and conversing I had dinner with Michael in the bar, as the cigar smoke was starting to get to me.  After which we gathered up and left to meet Dino at a bar called Numbers where a Drag Queen competition was just finishing up.  We said our goodbyes and Dino drove us home.



I'd like to take this time to thank the sponsors who donated and helped make this possible:

Paradise Piano Bar (Long Beach)
World Famous Falcon (Long Beach)
The Crypt (Long Beach)
Jagermeister
Queen Bee's (San Diego)
The Eagle (San Diego)
Redwing Bar and Grill (San Diego)
Pleasures and Treasures (San Diego)

Thank everyone who made this possible.

Thank you Tom for opening your home to us, bringing us food, and keeping us on the ball throughout the contest.

Thank you Anthony, for polishing my boots, bringing me medicine, and taking care of me.  I deeply appreciate that.

Thank you Michael for opening your home and bed to me, and taking care of me as I coughed through the nights I spent with you.  Thank you for the meals you treated me to, they were delicious.  Thank you for driving me and my gear around San Diego.

Thank you Dino, without you I never would have made it to San Diego in the first place, nor would I have made it back home.

Thank you everyone who came out to see us and to those who support us!  We love you!

Play Safe.

The Long Fetish Weekend

Friday
 
  Everything started when I arrived at the train station to meet Sir J and my newest friend, Sir M.  We picked up a quick dinner, and headed back to Sir J's home where we enjoyed our meal, and geared up to join the Soca Bondage Club which was already in progress.  Once there, I was asked by Sir J if I wished to wander or to play immediately.  Already excited and eager, I answered with the latter and was quickly changed out of my leather shirt, pants, and boots, and into a bishop head harness and collar.  I was led by rope lead into the darkened hallway, keeping my eyes on Sir J, only glancing briefly into the red Japanese themed room where a man in a rubber apron and gas mask waited alone upon the bondage table.  We entered what I would consider (from personal observation) the least popular room, jokingly referred to as "the straight room" or "the tea room" where Sir J ordered my eyes shut and my hands on a small wooden pedestal.  He then proceeded to spank me, a kink I don't really hold favor for as a submissive.  Little did I know what he had in mind.

    My ass was slapped lightly, then slowly subjected to fiercer and fiercer blows as I thanked my Sir for each one until I yelled out "Yellow, Sir! Please, Sir!" (Yellow is the basic safety word for "Please ease up! This is starting to go too far for my limits!" Think of a traffic light, green is "Go." Yellow is "Caution." Red is "STOP.") He eased up ever so slightly, but plateaued, keeping me on the edge.  I yelped and gasped in pain, it hurt badly! I had to grit my teeth and bear it!  What horrible punishment awaited me if I did not?!  He finally eased off and I thanked my good fortune...until he began again on my other ass cheek.

    Eventually he moved us out of the room, my head reeling, my ass sore, and into the hallway deeper back until we were around the corner and out of view, next to the door that lead into an office that wasn't part of the venue, but still physically connected to it.  He kissed me, worked me over, and to my dismay, began to spank me again.  It hurt, I roared! Growled! Snarled! Auuugh! Thank you, SIR!  Tears formed in my eyes, I trusted him, he knew what he was doing!  It hurt so bad!  At long last, when I thought I would collapse, he ceased.  I fell against him, I wanted to weep so much, but only a single tear balanced upon my eye.

"Such a good boy, I want to see you cry, it gets me off!  I want to push you into the Red!"

Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir!

I know he does not wish to hurt me, he would never, ever do that.  He has told me he wishes to push me, expand me, force me into the red to feel the flames of pain and to accept them.  This is how I grow, as each harsh experience will harden me for more.

Dazed and weak, I was led back into the main room.  I apologize, I cannot recall what happened immediately afterward.  I remember wandering back into the hallway later onward into the evening and within either the Medical Exam room or the Japanese Bondage room, seeing the sub I had admired once before, who was built like I imagine Adonis would be (if he were hairy like a bear), and his Dom, Sir Dk.  It was there that I saw my Alpha (formerly known as Master) giving him a hard good time, boldly kicking, punching, and striking his body.  I hid in the shadows, watching from afar with admiration.  Even further in the evening I witnessed both of them again, however my Alpha was tied to him, straitjacketed, grunting with pleasure as the Adonis rubbed his ass upon my Alpha's crotch.

My heart swelled, I was filled with joy being able to witness my Alpha so pleased and happy!  I stood there absorbing the sight before me, a man I bowed my head to with pride was bound and immobilized, struggling with pleasure with a man who was amazingly handsome, and I could feel no other emotions other than pride and joy.  What good fortune he has!

I was approached that evening by the gentleman who I had dominated the same night I first saw Adonis.  His soft face gently smiling, as he began to massage my body.  Hands skilled in therapy worked into releasing my pain, hidden between my joints and muscles.  I melted in his hands, kissed his face, thanking him deeply for his generosity and kindness.  However, when I asked him if he wished me to spank him as I had done so before, he politely declined, being a witness to my submissiveness earlier in the evening, he could not see me as dominant to him.  I understand.  All have their own, but I did feel disappointed that I could not return the favor of physical pleasure.

I recall also meeting the sub I was tied to the evening of my contest, whom I also shared some quality time with at the Long Beach Pride Leather Expo Tent.  We talked and wandered into the Throne Room where I proceeded to lightly caress him, hold him close, and tease his muscled chest ever so softly.  Seeing his eyes close in ecstasy made me want to do more to him, make him even happier, but he had informed me that his nipples, like my ass, were very sensitive and had been played with already that night.  Next time we meet, I plan to give him a work over.

Eventually the club came to a close and I went home with Sir M, back to Sir J's home.  Sir M was locked into the puppy cage downstairs after being chained and gagged, and I was ordered nude after being collared, and into Sir J's bed.

Saturday

Saturday morning I awoke and got out of bed.  Before I could enter the hall I met with Sir J who looked me over.

"You're walking..."

Yes, I was walking.  Wait, was I doing something wrong? I dropped to my hands and knees after remembering a discussion of being his houseboy for a future session, not being allowed on two feet, but I didn't chance challenging it.  His word was final.

"Good boy."

For the next few hours I would remain on my hands and knees, collared and nude.  I followed Sir J down into the basement dungeon and watched quietly from a distance on the stairs as he transferred Sir M from the puppy cage to the closet cell, chained him and kept him muzzled as he barked through the bishop head harness.  Sir J then motioned me to his feet and generously provided soft knee pads so my servitude would be comfortable.  Carpet is fine for a while, but tile floors can be very hard to deal with on ones knees.  I followed Sir J around the house, into the office where I lay on the floor while he worked on the computer.  I passed in and out of consciousness, lightly sleeping here and there until at one point I woke up and Sir J had left the room.  I looked to the book case and found a small TV set tuned to a live feed of the closet cell downstairs. 

This is how Sir J keeps an eye and ear on his prisoners, if they need anything, or if there is an emergency, Sir J will know immediately without having to be in the same room.  I highly recommend a closed-circuit video feed of any room like this, as it provides a watchful eye on a sub at all times.

Eventually I found myself downstairs once more, Sir M was released out of the closet cell and Sir J stripped him of everything but his collar.  I was ordered (to my delight) into Sir J's puppy cage.  I immediately thanked him, became comfortable on the padded floor and pillows, and snuggled up with the blanket Sir J provided for me.  I loved it, I felt safe and sound.  I watched as Sir M had entered puppy mode and was woofing and barking at Sir J until he brought out a rubber boot-shaped squeak toy.   Sir M and Sir J played around like a dog and master, Sir J would throw it and Sir M would fetch it, play tug-of-war, and Sir J would even pet and scratch him like he would a real dog, saying "Good boy!"  It was a very unique and new sight, at first it was amusing, then sweet.  At one point Sir M came up to me in the cage and offered the toy through the bars with his teeth.  I played along and gripped it in my own mouth, woofing back, tugging it, and generally having a good time.

I was let out of the cage in order to play properly, tossing the toy around the dungeon with our teeth, tugs of war, growling, barking, woofing, it was a new experience I can say that for sure.  However I would not say it resonated with me, even though it was somewhat fun I feel as if it was not for me, or rather I did not get as much pleasure out of it as Sir M and Sir J did.

After ordering us both into the pup cage, Sir J went upstairs and I was left all alone with Sir M.  His arms around my body as we snuggled together in the dark dungeon was a wonderful, warm, and tender experience.  We talked a while, our warm bodies so very close, skin against skin, protected by thick iron bars, and cushioned upon a bed pad, surrounded by implements of pleasurable torture.  It was so romantic.

As it was time for lunch, we were ordered upstairs and allowed on the furniture.  After our meal I excused myself to lie down, as I wasn't feeling very well, and crawled back inside the puppy cage for a nap.  When I awoke, a lot had transpired while I was asleep.  Sir M had Sir J locked inside the closet cell, in a straitjacket, blindfolded, and tied to the wall.  Sir M had donned his camo, boots, and hat, and opened my cage.  I then submitted to Sir M, his boot on my chest, my eyes wandering from the thick, black leather combat boot, to his camo uniformed legs, to his chest and finally to his handsome face.  I was so lucky, so very fortunate, to have such wonderful experiences as these.

He then ordered me into camo of my own, a white pattern set, which I put on immediately.  It felt wonderful, the cap a bit tight, but I felt amazing.  I will definitely be widening my wardrobe very soon the next visit I pay to an army surplus store.

Soon it was time to go and my close friend George picked me up to head over to L.A. Pride, where our friend Rich would be running for the Christopher Street West Title.  The festival itself was very enjoyable, lots of booths selling wares, services, novelties, and questionable festival food.  We arrived at Erotic City where I met up with many friends.  During the contest, I saw Rich in different sets of leather, including (much like my contest) a leather jockstrap. 

I was reminded of how far he has come as a man.  When I first met Rich, we were out in the back yard of George's house by the pool. I was in the water, George was in the hot tub, and Rich was shy but comfortable sitting out in the evening air wrapped up tight in a leather straitjacket.  He didn't say very much, probably because he was shy at first, but now he was in front of the leather family as well as plenty of drunk and obnoxious festival revelers, in nothing but a leather jockstrap, trading wit back and forth with the Emcee, Pup Don.

The contest went forth and even though Rich did not place, he hardly seemed phased, and I was ever the more proud of him.  He had gone up there and done it anyway.

It was a fine ending to a wonderful kinky, fetish weekend!

Play Safe.

A Tribute to Mr. Wong

Thank you.

Thank you for your wisdom, your kindness, your heart, your time, and your humor.

I did not know George for very long, I had only met with him a few times, I was introduced to George Wong by a very dear friend of mine in Rough Trade one night.  After we had left, my friend said to me, "Now that you know George Wong, you know everyone there is in the Leather World."

George was also my mentor for a brief period, he taught me a valuable lesson as a leather man and as someone who aimed to win a title.

"Let's say you've won the title, and you are now a titleholder.  You receive three invitations to three different events, all at the same time.  A leather event in Canada, a Lesbian conference in Texas, and a play party in San Francisco.  They all occur around the same time, so you can only choose to attend one.  Which one do you go to and why?"

I thought for a moment, and I asked "Is this a trick question?"  He simply answered "Just tell me which one you go to and why."

I answered "Well, I'd probably go to the leather event in Canada, in order to strengthen international bonds between fetish worlds."

He nodded and said "That was a good answer, and you're right it was a trick question. The answer I was looking for was 'Whichever event I committed to first.'"

A Leather Man, regardless if he is a titleholder or not, must always keep his commitments; if he makes a promise to attend an event, he must honor his word and be there.  I will remember that.

Thank you so very much, George.  I consider myself beyond fortunate to have met you and received your wisdom.  Good night, Sir.

Learn to Say NO

Learn to say "No".

It is your body, your chest, your face, your thighs, your ass.

Learn to say "No".

When you set limits, they are to be respected.

Learn to say "No".

When they are going too far, disrespecting you, or asks you something you really don't want.

Learn to say "No".

Disregard what people might say or think of you, this is your body, and your word is final.

Learn to say "No".

Because if you do not, and you let it happen, it may very well cost you something or someone very dear to your heart.  Maybe even your very life.


For the love of god, Play Safe.

Armor of a Fire Warrior

This evening my Canadian Soldier Sir offered to meet with me and hang out for a while.  I had been resting and vegging out and needed some outside time so I was happy to walk downstairs and meet him.

After spending some time with him, we headed back to his place where I helped him organize his gear for his trip up to IML.  Eventually we began to talk of uniforms and he brought out a large suitcase.  He opened it and revealed one of my favorite uniforms.

An American firefighter's turnout gear.  He had the jacket, the pants, the fire retardant hood, the helmet as well as the rubber boots.  I was hard.  My Sir helped me into the large pants, the boots, and the jacket, all of which were too big, but you couldn't really tell, nor did I care as much as I did before when I tried on a RCMP uniform.  I felt amazing.  The weight of the fire armor, the feel of my feet in the hard boots, the thickness of the coat.  I turned around and fell in love with what I saw in the mirror.

The coat had been through hell, it was a 100% real, authentic, and used L.A. Firefighter's turnout kit.  Scorch marks, soot stains, tears, frayed ends, holes in various places, oxidation on the coat snaps.  All real, all from the hard work and dedicated service of some handsome, anonymous firefighter.  My Sir ordered me on the bed, to which I happily obliged. Laying back, his handsome face looking into mine, his warm and eager smile, the feeling of being in real firefighter's gear, my eyes were welling up with tears of pure joy and gratitude.

After some heartfelt affection, cuddling, holding, and embracing, my Sir then ordered me to cum.  Inside the pants.  I closed my eyes and followed my orders, letting my mind drift to images of hot, muscled firemen, using huge wrenches to open fire hydrants that sprayed gallons of water all over their overheated bodies.  Sweat dripping down their sooty faces, the light of flames reflecting off their helmets and masks, intense eyes framed by the grime of long hours spent battling merciless blazes.  I reached my climax and relished in the afterglow, laying on the bed inside the gear.  My Sir caressed my forehead and kissed my cheek, and I slowly fell asleep.

I awoke an hour later, head woozy, body weakened, I could barely stand under the weight of the fire armor.  I groggily walked in the thick, over-sized boots to find my Sir in his office.  He swiveled in his chair and smiled at me, telling me how long I was passed out for.  I thanked him, tears welling up in my eyes again, the gratitude swelling in my chest.

Thank you, Sir.

Thank you Los Angeles Fire Fighters.


Play Safe.

Sacred Profanity and the Pistons Peep Show

I was given the pleasure of spending the majority of my day with my Master yesterday.  Last night after dinner we attended the opening of "Sacred Profanity" at the Belsito and Roche Gallery in Long Beach. 

I am actually in the show myself, Luis Skobar who has done work for 665 Leather, Instigator Magazine, and Nobleza Tequila, invited me to be one of his models for his installation in "Sacred Profanity".  I was more than thrilled to say yes!  I am still riding on air at seeing a portrait of myself in an art gallery.  He captured a side of me that I didn't know existed, and I couldn't be more excited to know that it does and that he found it.  They had a delightful tray pass and the owners from Nobleza were handing out samples of different tequila drinks.  I would definitely recommend their Naughty in Long Beach which had a smooth and creamy maple flavor, and Heaven in My Glass which was very refreshing and reminded me of a lemonade.  Also, please drink responsibly.  

The show is up from May 20th - July 9th, so if you're in the Long Beach area, please stop by the Belsito and Roche Gallery to come see it.  There is a lot of interesting pieces that I hope many people get to see.

Afterward, Master and I stopped by Paradise Piano Bar for a drink, enjoyed their Jocks and Straps club for a little while before moving onward to Pistons for their Peep Show party to kick off Pride weekend. 


After arriving we met up with Alex Kitay and his Sir, Michael and spoke for a while before moving around the bar and patio.  During the evening Master spotted one of the young men handing out Jagermeister swag and suggested I talk to him, joking that maybe I could get his shirt off.  At the time I spoke with him, current Mr. Long Beach Leather Titleholder, Ian Bin, was up on stage participating in a mummification demonstration.  I asked the Jager boy if he liked what he saw, and he said it was trippy.  I asked him questions, and ended up explaining things like the Stonewall Inn Riots, the Satyrs Motorcycle Club, and encouraged him to explore any curiosities he may have in the fetish world.  I was very happy to see his reactions to everything I told him, he seemed genuinely interested and curious, and I hope I have opened something new to him that he may not have seen before.

As the Peep Show party continued, Sir Ian tied someone on stage for a bondage demonstration, Alex and Michael provided an electro play demonstration as well.  I asked if there was going to be a flogging demonstration and if they needed a sub for it, as Gary was asking around before for a sub to demonstrate mummification.  I would have gladly volunteered for it if I wasn't sensitive to claustrophobia.  I did find out that Tom was looking for a flogging sub and I jumped at the chance to help out, with Master's permission of course.

When I found Tom, we went over the important details.  "Have you been flogged before?" "What is your general reaction to flogging?" "What do you like in a flogging scene?" and so on.

I love soft leather floggers, the blunt thud on my back is fantastic, stinging pain is not pleasurable for me and I absolutely live for that wave of endorphins that follows a tender caressing pet on my back after it's been worked over.

I was led up on stage, behind the transparent screen, and the scene began shortly thereafter.  Tom removed my jacket, then my vest, then had me place my hands on a bar stool for balance.  He began like all good flogging scenes have for me, light brushes with the flogger, light feather slaps on my back.  All the while he told me to breath from deep within, from the base of my spine.  He intensified and the blows came a little harder, I kept breathing.  I focused on my breath, coming in and going out.  The blows intensified again at his warning, the loud slaps upon my back felt powerful, but I kept breathing.  He leaned in and kept telling me exactly what he was doing at all times, and here came the serious blows, he was going to push me.

I breathed, waiting for them to come, breathing, and the first very heavy blow came, it stung my skin, but I kept breathing, the second one came, it was harder to focus, I kept breathing, my legs began to quiver.  I wasn't sure if that was from the cold air or something else.  (As I type this my back is beginning to tingle like a sunburn.) 

He kissed my back and it felt wet, but wetter and colder than usual.  "Your kisses feel as if my back is bleeding, sir."  He reassured me that my back was fine, that the skin was far from broken and that he would never break my skin or make me bleed.  I was close to my limit, and I said "I'm nearing my edge, sir." he said that we would wrap it up and the end was coming soon.

The blows came upon me again, and I let out a loud roar. 

"Yes! Let it out! That's a good boy!"

Another! I roared again! 

"Good boy! That's what I like to hear!"

He came in close and asked how I was doing.  I felt...intense, not angry but something like being angry at no one and at nothing without the hate or rage...and without thinking I said "Let the lion out..."

"What boy?"

"Let the lion out!"

Two more heavy blows, followed by my screams after each one, and I couldn't go any further.  My back was burning, I bowed over the bar stool to show him I couldn't take any more like he had instructed me to do so earlier, he held me...and I wept, legs shaking, and my back shivering in the cold night air.  They announced the end of the scene and I heard applause.

I was brought down, then gently handed over to Master who led me off stage and over to the bench where he held me.

We went back to my place when I was able to, and I fell asleep in Master's arms.  Ever so fucking thankful that I was alive and living the life I never knew I could, knowing the people I know now, developing meaningful friendships with fascinating and powerful individuals, and being incredibly happy with every detail.


Play Safe. 

I Love You.

Two Doms and a Sub

Yesterday afternoon I asked my dear friend, the Canadian soldier, if he was available to meet at all.  I am glad I did.

When I arrived, he told me that another sub was on his way, someone he wanted me to help tie up that afternoon.  I was excited by the idea, I had always wanted to play with a helpless sub before with another dom, and doing so with my Sir would be like a dream.  He suggested that I hide in the bedroom, and he would hood the boy when he arrived, we would play, then I would hide in the bedroom again right before he took the hood off when the sub left so he would never see me.  I liked that idea very much, being a mystery man.

I asked who the sub was and my Sir showed me his profile.  I started laughing, it was a man I already knew and had been trying to get together with for some time now, but for whatever reason we had never done so.  The pure stroke of luck struck me as funny, and I thanked my good fortune.

When he did arrive, I made my way into the bedroom and waited, my Sir had him strip naked and then hooded him with a neoprene hood with only a mouth hole and nasal holes for breath, he was lead into the bedroom where I was waiting.

He was amazing, toned body, tan, beautiful chest with firm pecs, slim frame and soft skin.  My Sir and I exchanged thrilled nonverbal expressions, I walked up to him, placed my hands on the sub's shoulders and said.

"Hello, boy."

He responded with "Zage?"

What the hell?


"Is that you, Zage?" he asked, placing a hand on my face, feeling my goatee, my nose, going over the details in his head.  I had no idea of how to respond, I was surprised that anyone could recognize by touch like that, but then again he and I had shared maybe one or two phone conversations before, I was hoping natural phone distortion of voice would work in my favor.


The hood came off and he confirmed what he was certain about, I could only respond with a smile and "God damn it." Am I that recognizable?


He was delighted that I was the surprise dom, and we continued talking casually for a short while.  He brought out his toy bag and showed me two different bottles of nipple lick, flavored gel you can put on someone's nipples in order to give a scene a little bit more detail.  I taste tested them on him and I'd definitely use them myself if I obtain any in the future.  He also brought out a bottle of Rush liquid incense, and explained what it was. 


He told me that it basically gives you a lightheaded feeling, and it makes it harder for him to ejaculate, which he likes because he's a fan of edging and milking play.  However YOU SHOULD NOT USE LIQUID INCENSE OR POPPERS IF YOU HAVE A HISTORY OF HEART PROBLEMS OR IF YOU ARE UNSURE OF YOUR HEART'S HEALTH.  I myself am not interested in inhalants or anything that is a chemical-induced high, but I always wanted to know what they did for people who enjoyed them.

Eventually my new friend was gagged, blindfolded, and bound by wrist and ankle restraints to the door in my Sir's bedroom.  He squirmed and moaned softly into his gag.  His naked body, toned and firm was exposed to us, we were free to do whatever we wished to him, I eased in with some light feather touching.  Letting my fingers slowly skim the surface of his skin, I went up and down his entire body, admiring his firm pecs, his smooth tanned skin, his toned stomach.  I ran my hands through his soft, short dark blonde hair.  I wanted his body.  Badly.  I looked back at my Sir, who was on the bed, stroking himself, nodding and smiling.

I kept going. 


I leaned in and kissed his ear, letting my breath flow inside of it, I then knelt down and did what I've always wanted to do to a muscular stud.  I slid my tongue all the way up from his stomach to his chest, to his neck, and softly bit down on his shoulder.  He squirmed and moaned.



I kept going.


I kissed his body, starting from his neck down to his chest, around his pecs, then bit his nipples softly, running my tongue over them.  I kissed his stomach and down to his hips, stopping just above his groin.  I breathed on his very erect member, and it stood straight up.  I stood up and slid my arms around him, embracing his sexy body against mine.  Feeling him against me, helpless, restrained, whimpering into the gag.  I loved it.

My Sir soon joined me, and we worked him over, licking, sucking, kissing, caressing.  I wanted to make him feel like the luckiest sub in the world.  I wanted to hear him moan desperately into the gag, but I could only get him to whimper.

I love it when I hear men groan, moan, and gasp in ecstasy.  Their eyes rolling back into their heads, close to passing out in pure passion.  I want to make a man reach cloud nine, and then push him even further skyward, have him close to screaming in pleasure.  If I can do that one enchanted evening, I would feel like I had achieved the impossible.

Our sub was released and led over to the bed, where we continued our sensual scene, his wrists and legs bound in a hogtie restraint.  Soon he was lubed up and stroked by my Sir.  Edged to the point of climax, and then denied, several times, his slightly frustrated moans muffled by his gag.  At one point my Sir edged him too far, and he was passed the point of no return, he kept stroking and our sub came.  Suddenly my left leg was gripped, sharp nails dug into my flesh, I froze in shock, he was roaring into the gag.  The helpless, restrained, whimpering sub boy was now a snarling beast with one clawed hand threatening to tear open my left thigh.

He calmed down and looked at me, sweet innocence in his eyes.  Bullshit.  Innocence doesn't snarl like that!

"Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?  I'm sorry!"

I have seen men cum, ejaculate, climax, and reach purest ecstasy;  I have heard them gasp, moan, groan, grunt, and make noises difficult to put into words; but this is the very first time I have seen a man transform into a raging animal in bed.

It was scary.

He explained that my Sir knew what to expect, as they have played together several times before, I however was not warned beforehand as to what to expect.

We relaxed and enjoyed each other, talked, I had mentioned that I had first met the sub at Soca Bondage Club, I recalled that he was dominating another sub intensely. Soon after saying this, the tables were turned...on me.  He transitioned from submissive to Dominant, and my Sir blindfolded me, and placed a boot on my chest, ordering me NOT to drop it.  I was stroked and dominated by two men.  One being my Sir whom I respect and trust enough to have him lead me blindfolded through the plane of hell itself.  The other, a self-tamed animal of sexual energy, whose sharp barking voice would send me hiding in a corner, quivering and shaking, absolutely terrified.

I did everything he told me to, out of fear.  I dared not cross him at all.  He hid his Dominating energy so well, I couldn't sense it at all.  When I had met Ms. Cynthia, I knew the moment I got close enough to her that she held an intense power inside.  I could feel it two feet away.  However when I met this young man, even when he was restrained and helpless, and I was tightly embracing him, I never sensed even an ounce, let alone a droplet of the terror-inducing Domination that was flowing so freely out of him as he towered over my helpless frame.

He then pinched my nose and held a hand over my mouth, I struggled to breathe, and then he allowed it.  He held my nose again, this time sealing my mouth with his and forcing his breath into my chest, I struggled again, what the hell was happening!?  Soon I found a rhythm, suck air in, blow back out, suck air in, blow back out, survive, survive in pattern, he released me and I gulped fresh air.

He had performed breath play on me and did not ask my permission, nor did he warn me beforehand, he did not negotiate this with me.  This was dangerous.

I was so scared of him, terror gripped me hard.  I had completely forgotten that my Sir was still in the room.

At one point he asked if I was someone's boy, and it hit me like a flood of light.

Master!

My Master's handsome face ran through my mind, and a new sense of courage flowed into me.  The terror vanished like flash paper.  I felt in control.

"I am my Master's boy!" I answered, proudly.

"Does he know where you are, boy?" he barked at me.

"No."

"What?!" he seemed almost angry.

"I am not collared.  I gave my Master his title, and I am his slave, his boy."

He understood.  He continued to dominate me, but now it was more like a power struggle.  I did not feel helpless whatsoever.  He had me on my stomach, he gripped my balls.

"Whose are these?" he demanded.

I felt defiant, almost angry with pride as I answered "My Master's!"

"Good answer, boy."

The scene eased, and I was given gentle aftercare.  He stroked my head, keeping me on his chest, I enjoyed this a lot.  I love gentle, sensual, soft, and soothing aftercare.  We talked a while, the three of us, and later we left and said goodbye to my Sir.  He then drove me home and we said goodnight.

I also discovered something very important.  My Master gives me strength, my Master gives me courage.  My Master has instilled his very essence into me.  I think I know when he did it too...

Before, I had slight doubt about the supernatural, the ideas of magic, ghosts, and mind over matter. I wasn't sure if it was real or not.  I wanted to believe it, but people scoffing and claiming science can explain everything made me feel slightly foolish for doing so, keeping me in a less than neutral state of mind. Now I truly believe there is most definitely more than science.  I have seen a ghost in the past, I have somehow made a quarter stick to a wall with what felt like will alone, and now my Master has installed a piece of his spirit inside of me.  This is more than enough for me to believe that much more is possible.


Play Safe.