For a little while I have been training a boy.
We had a wonderful meet earlier this week, the moment he came inside my apartment we started kissing, and he has a nice set of soft lips that just accept you into the kiss. I wanted him so bad.
I wanted to get him good and riled up, as we went even further clothes were ripped off, and bodies embraced on my bed for a while, kissing and necking. He even went so far as to go down on me, fucking god it felt amazing, his first dick and it was mine! Oh and he's a natural!
I got him on his feet and I shoved him up against the wall. The Dark Fox crawled out of his den and took control, growling and snarling, his maw drooling for this young man's flesh, fangs digging into his shoulder. I ordered him on the bathroom floor and went to my fridge and grabbed the syrups, I'd be damned if I was going to let him leave without having some messy fun!
Drizzling the maple first, a line down his middle, and my tongue followed it up ending in his mouth with a sweet kiss. The chocolate followed in a zig-zag down his sexy, slim, hairless chest. I lapped it up greedily, spilling it in his mouth. I grabbed the shaving cream and smeared it everywhere, his body was my canvas to paint on, and it held a messy, sticky work of sexy, hot art after I was done! Then the finale, I gave him the tightest hug I could on the floor! Oh hot damn, that felt so wonderful! The syrup remnants, the shaving cream, such a smooth and slippery embrace. My body sliding against his, and our lips meeting in sugary sweet kisses. The heat was on full blast, we were so ready. He begged me to explode on him, he wanted my seed on his chest, and I was only too happy to oblige. The Dark Fox growling, the boy begging, I looked in the mirror, covered in mess. It was an outstanding explosion.
We shared a nice warm shower together, his beautiful wet body against mine, his cute face smiling at me. It was so hard to shut the water off. After the shower, we hung out together for a while, and then he headed home for the night.
However...some things must come to an end...
Yesterday I received a call from my boy and he explained that he just wasn't feeling it. That physically it felt good for him, but sexually he felt uncomfortable, that he did not believe he was gay. We talked a little more, and then hung up.
I felt lightly sad at first, but I knew that this is natural, he is only 18, still a young man developing into himself. Exploring ventures, experimenting sexually. However, as the evening progressed, I felt worse and worse. I was depressed, disappointed, and even heartbroken. I called my friends and spoke with them about it, Sir Michael and Sir Coy both helped me out and gave me support. Sir Coy joked that I was so damn good that I ended up turning him straight. When I got home that night I did end up crying a little, I lost a play partner, a pupil...we said that we'd stay friends, but the future tends to be uncertain.
I'm going to really miss playing with him.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Another Fetish Weekend!
Friday
The weekend all started with So CA Bondage Club, took a friend of mine, A. up to the club for his first time and introduced him to the boys. I had taken it upon myself to provide new music to the club atmosphere, as music actually plays a vital role in either enhancing or degrading a sexual experience so I was very nervous at first to see if the guys enjoyed it. Thankfully I was told by Alpha Sir that I had made a good selection later on that night. When introductions were over, Alpha Sir Patrick taught us how to make a basic rope harness, taking this new skill and my handsome sub for the night, I practiced in the Spider Web Room. I became frustrated with how it was (or wasn't) turning out, so I abandoned the harness altogether and dominated him.
I've been feeling a beast coming out of me lately, slowly pushing open a door inside and slipping itself out into the night. The more I twisted his nipples, kissed his neck, the more he gasped, the more he moaned, it all just splashed kerosene on a fire. A rabid Fox came out of me, he had come out once before, but he was flogged out for only a moment before he vanished back inside my chest. Now nothing was keeping him back, the Fox came out and bit his neck, licked his face, caressed his dark skin, twisted his nipples even harder. Grrr! FUCK it was hot! I caught myself in the mirror and saw the Fox staring back at me, eyes of darkness, of intensity, I almost wanted to fight him just to dominate him too, to fuck the shit out of him! Then I realized that was me staring at my own reflection. I felt like an animal...and I loved it.
The fires died down eventually, and I brought him back down, the Fox relaxed and slipped back inside, but didn't close the door behind him. Instead he sat at the threshold and peered outside, his eyes glowing in the dim light. I loosed my friend upon the club to explore while I collapsed in one of the leather couches by the Main Room door.
My boy Marc, whom I met at my Mr. Long Beach Leather contest came up to me and gave me a much needed deep kiss and some tender affection. We were approached by an acquaintance of mine who I had played with once before. He offered to teach us how to tie knots, I was feeling tired and slightly annoyed (someone had come by the door during my last scene and said something while I was practicing my harness. It really distracted me and pulled me out of Dom space. Guys, please do not talk to people in a scene! It's really rude, no matter what your intent may be.) but I got up and followed them to the Jail Cell room. I watched for a little while but then left soon after, I was just not into it, and someone had approached me and began to flirt. I was really not interested and just becoming more annoyed. I wanted out of my leather, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Now mind you at this point I had not gotten off for a solid 7 or so days, and each day of this week had been a tease of some kind. Hot guys jogging shirtless, the sweat on their backs shimmering in the hot sun; forbidden crushes I have who sweetly smile and talk to me, men who I wanted so eagerly to play with and had plans to meet becoming unable to visit, all week long. So I was pretty pissed being so fucking horny and irritated.
Relieving myself and then stripping out of my leather down to nothing but my little black Jagermeister thong, I reentered the dungeon, put my clothes away, and wandered the hall. I entered the Jail Cell and found my boy, along with several other men, tying my acquaintance from earlier down to the bondage table, and then proceeding to lube up his member and jerk him. I watched for a little while, sitting in the wooden bondage chair, before becoming slightly hungry and realizing that my piss-poor mood was probably due to having low blood sugar. Leaving the dungeon and slipping into the kitchen, a bottle of water and a granola bar later (both donated by Sir Patrick that night) and I was much better.
Making my way back to the Main Room I was invited over to the couch where Alpha Sir was seated, his partner at his boots, and a new friend, boy D. on one side. I leaped at the chance! I hadn't seen him in what felt like ages, resting my head on his lap, curling up next to his leather-clad body, I felt at home. Voices wafted over my head in conversation, I was too far away in subspace. So happy to be in Alpha Sir's lap. I picked up a piece of conversation and my ears perked,
"...bondage night sleep over."
"Oh like a Threshold lock-in."
Oh my god...what an amazing idea...sleeping here? Overnight? Spending a night in a sex dungeon, and possibly with my Alpha Sir...oh god, what a thrilling experience that would be! Soon my friend came up to me and let me know that it was time for him to leave, so after saying my goodbyes we left. Along the drive home, we stopped by this bizarre restaurant called Boulevard Burgers. It was as if Mexican and North American cultures collided head on at 80MPH and the resulting crash created a 24 Hour burger restaurant. After dinner we continued down to Long Beach, and upon arriving home I crashed when my head hit the pillow.
Saturday
The morning came early for me, 7:00am, and I had gone to bed perhaps around 2:30am or 3:00am. Nevertheless I had duties to perform. I attended the United Fetishists Long Beach meeting, and discussed the business that needed to be discussed. Then my dear friend Sir Coy, A.K.A. Puppy Cockpit came and picked me up and we headed down to the beach to meet up with his room mate, his wife, and a baby cousin of theirs whom they borrowed for the weekend. As we were walking towards where they were, Sir Coy. turns to me and says firmly. "Behave." We approach and I am met with a beautiful sight of a real CHP officer in nothing but blue and white swim trunks, his smooth, sexy abs and chest, masculine sunglasses on his handsome smiling face. Oh gods why do you tease me so? I envy the nights his wife enjoys, which I am sure she is thankful for...she better be.
Later that day, after we had left the beach, and after much admiration of this sexy cop on the sand, Sir Coy. and I met up again after I dressed in my gear, and he drove me up to Pistons for Ignition. On the way he handed me a pair of tiny keys and patted his crotch. "What are these?" He looked at me and smiled and told me I held the keys to his chastity. I had never held that type of power over someone before, I didn't really feel any different, but it felt fragile in a way, delicate. I held the only way out of a device that kept him from pleasing himself and other people from pleasing him.
Arriving I found Alpha Sir and spoke with him about the evening, then spoke with Koby and found that I needed to let people know that if they wanted to play, they needed to sign a waiver. Finding Sir Coy, Evan and his boy Neal, and Kieron I let them know what I had just learned. Suddenly someone strapped a gag over my mouth and locked it, turning I found it was Sir Coy. Evan piped up "Oh no, did you sign the waiver? You have to sign the waiver to play!" I love these bastards.
I was approached by Alpha Sir and asked to get up on stage where he proceeded to do another harness demonstration like the one last night using me as his (very happy) demo boy. Gagged and tied, I stood up on stage struggling against the ropes as he helped teach Sir Coy and another audience volunteer. After the scene was finished, I was released and later told that Koby wanted me under the boot blacking bike. You got it! When I went over, another man had already jumped on and Koby was just waiting his turn, so in the mean time Dennis asked if I wanted to get shocked, remembering the introduction to electro play I had with him at Long Beach Pride this year, I agreed and he strapped me to the aluminum St. Andrew's cross and whipped out his violet wand. (For more information on Violet Wands please check this out.) He grazed the wand across my bare chest and arms, the sparks shocking me and I roared, the Fox was starting to come out again, do it again! Make him come out! Wait...I feel lightheaded. The scene ended there, as I started to feel dizzy and weak, untied and seated he told me that people have different tolerances to electricity which was slightly disappointing. Kieron then asked if he could be next, watching him get tied to the cross, his beautiful, sexy body under the soft red light of the bar patio. Nothing but his thin leather jock strap, his sweet, handsome face scrunching up into an adorable grimace each time he was shocked...I want to do such beautiful things to this handsome man. Beautiful, sensual, sexy things...I want to make him feel amazing. If I could make him moan or scream in ecstasy I would feel that I could conquer the world.
Soon a new face wandered by and I said hello, introducing myself I found him to be new to the scene and a perfect person to teach as he did show a spark of curiosity (let's turn that into a raging inferno for you!) so I told him if he wanted to learn more about electro play, to introduce himself to Dennis. He said that he was interested in bondage, so I took his hand and led him over to where Alpha Sir was seated and introduced them. If anyone was to learn rope bondage, I know Alpha Sir is a great person to talk to! Just as I had introduced them, Koby snagged me and threw me under the bike after I had stripped to my thong. Roped to the bike, I was in the perfect place to watch a pair of hot, sexy harness boots get blacked, and to provide him with something pleasing to look at. Then Alex Kitay appeared...
Alex is Sir Michael's boy. Alex and Michael like to play. Hard. I heard through another boy that Michael gets off on making his subs cry. Alex then waved a small flogger in front of me.
"Oh, shit!"
He placed a shot of Jagermeister in my crotch and said I should do my best not to spill it. He then proceeded to flick and whip my chest until it went pink, god it stung! Between slapping and stinging my chest, he gave me sips of the shot. I was buzzed and red by the end of the session, then my boy Marc came to me and mentioned that if he was going to take me home, he'd like to do so and still have time to play with me. I got dressed and said farewells, and Marc drove me home.
Arriving at my place we kissed and started working things up before I ordered him naked on the floor of my bathroom, I grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup and introduced him to WAMP (Wet And Messy Play). A line of chocolate drizzled on his chest, and I licked it off. I can't wait to really get into WAMP, being covered in batter, oil, lube, just immerse me in something messy and give me a man or two!
After our sensual and sticky scene, a good shower, and we were in bed cuddling, his muscled body in my arms.
Sunday
We woke up at 7:00am, and Marc headed off to see family. I woke up myself, showered, and got ready for an event at Hot Java down the street. The Mello Moto Motorcycle Group was said to be meeting before the So-Cal Gay Biker Contest at Pistons, however I went down an hour early so as to check in at Yellow Devil on Broadway. They were having a 2nd Sunday Birthday Party and I wanted to support Jessica, the lovely and very sweet owner of this great motorcycle gear consignment store.
After a coffee and a chat with the guests, I headed over to Hot Java to meet with the Mello Moto group. 9:00am came and went, and...no one. 9:30 and then bikes started to roll up. I had forgotten to set my clock for GST, Gay Standard Time. Better known as "we'll show up when we damn well feel like it." Hahaha. I was encouraged to grab my riding gear by one rider, which I didn't bring thinking I didn't need it and that no one would be letting a guy they barely knew ride bitch. However I ran home, nabbed it, and came back anyway. When the meet came to an end, they decided to ride over to Yellow Devil for the party, and Greg offered me a ride on the back of his bike. Now Greg is this hot, slim, young biker stud whom I may now have a small little crush on. So gearing up and straddling his ride, and being able to slip my gloved hands on his waist was a wish come true, even if the ride was short and merely around the corner, it was so worth the two minutes.
Arriving, the party had grown to a line of sexy bikes outside the store, and two food trucks one selling BBQ Pork meals and the other selling shaved ice. The Mello Moto group hung out for a good few hours before Greg asked when I wanted to head up to Pistons for the contest. I asked if he was competing and he said he wasn't this year, but he wanted to see if I still wanted a ride up.
Are kidding? Would I pass up a second ride with you hot stuff!? Hell no, let's go!
Straddling the bike and slipping my hands back onto his sexy body once more, we sped off north. God that ride was amazing. Mellow speed, the hum of the engine resonating in my helmet, my visor steaming up with each breath I let out. My hands were on an incredibly hot biker boy dressed in full biker gear whom I wanted to do dirty beautiful things with, my ass sat on a slick and powerful steel stallion, we were riding upward and onward through the city on a beautiful day. I fucking love my life.
Arriving, he paused and let me off, hugging me goodbye I wished it didn't end. I wanted to embrace him long and hard, feeling our gear between us, his slim, sexy, irresistible body in my arms, his handsome face mere inches from my own, my lips thirsted for his. He sped away, and my heart sank slightly. Come back and kiss me! Please!
Heading inside I sank into a chair at the bar, my knees ached from being so tense on the ride. Robert and I struck up conversation waiting for things to start. I was encouraged to run in the contest, which was just for fun and to raise funds for an AIDS charity. When the contest did finally start, I overheard Jeff Wacca, one of my favorite emcees, announce that in order to compete you had to ride a motorcycle. After a moment of thinking, I approached him and asked,
"I'd like to run, and I don't have a bike, but the rules state that I have to RIDE a motorcycle, and I love RIDING bitch."
"Ahh semantics, I like your angle, now go grab a box."
Heading to the front a box was shoved in my hands and I was given a roll of tickets to sell as my votes, I asked my buddy Chris if he would be my ticket boy and he happily obliged. Before long we were called to the stage and introduced, and I was mentioned to be the So-Cal Gay Biker Bitch contestant, before we were released to the crowd again.
I find that I don't do very well when I'm in a situation where I have to talk people up, encourage them to vote or buy something from me. I tend to stumble over my words, get anxious, nervous. I looked at the other contestants and they seemed really comfortable slutting it up for votes, where I was more comfortable being polite and taking the first no. This confuses me because I feel absolutely fine on a stage in little to no clothing, spilling my heart out to a bunch of people I don't know.
In any case, as the votes were being tallied Mark and Koby grabbed me and began to torture my nipples. Koby lifted my shirt and said "We have to work on those mosquito bites so they look like that." He directed my attention to a man standing behind me with nipples the size of my little finger. Uhh no thanks! That's fine! I'm good! They continued to torture my chest, I called out yellow several times, these guys meant business and I didn't doubt that. Koby rubbed an ice cube on one as Mark tortured the other before Koby stuffed the cube in my mouth and I was forced to deal with twice the torture. When the votes were tallied, we were called to the stage and Koby was named So-Cal Gay Leather Biker 2011! As this was a fun contest there are no titleholder duties, or expectations, and in an act of generosity Koby donated the helmet prize he received back into the contest and it was auctioned off to raise even more money for the charity. The winning bid was $100 by Meddle, who had also ran in the competition.
I stayed at the bar until that night, I had a fantastic conversation with a lesbian who invited me to join her, as I was sitting by myself after everyone had left, I'm kicking myself for not remembering her name. She and I had a really fun talk, and I found it funny how much she enjoyed the hardcore gay porn on the TVs outside. "Yeah at first I was bothered by all the gay porn, but when they took it down, I missed it!" It was really good porn, quality stuff.
Garry Bowie then took me home, and on the drive back to my apartment he gave me a short lesson on Gay history. I found out that the Stonewall Riots wasn't the first time gays and lesbians fought back, it was the third as two other riots in Los Angeles took place prior to Stonewall, but the New York event had more publicity.
And this concludes this past weekend.
Play Safe everyone. I love you.
The weekend all started with So CA Bondage Club, took a friend of mine, A. up to the club for his first time and introduced him to the boys. I had taken it upon myself to provide new music to the club atmosphere, as music actually plays a vital role in either enhancing or degrading a sexual experience so I was very nervous at first to see if the guys enjoyed it. Thankfully I was told by Alpha Sir that I had made a good selection later on that night. When introductions were over, Alpha Sir Patrick taught us how to make a basic rope harness, taking this new skill and my handsome sub for the night, I practiced in the Spider Web Room. I became frustrated with how it was (or wasn't) turning out, so I abandoned the harness altogether and dominated him.
I've been feeling a beast coming out of me lately, slowly pushing open a door inside and slipping itself out into the night. The more I twisted his nipples, kissed his neck, the more he gasped, the more he moaned, it all just splashed kerosene on a fire. A rabid Fox came out of me, he had come out once before, but he was flogged out for only a moment before he vanished back inside my chest. Now nothing was keeping him back, the Fox came out and bit his neck, licked his face, caressed his dark skin, twisted his nipples even harder. Grrr! FUCK it was hot! I caught myself in the mirror and saw the Fox staring back at me, eyes of darkness, of intensity, I almost wanted to fight him just to dominate him too, to fuck the shit out of him! Then I realized that was me staring at my own reflection. I felt like an animal...and I loved it.
The fires died down eventually, and I brought him back down, the Fox relaxed and slipped back inside, but didn't close the door behind him. Instead he sat at the threshold and peered outside, his eyes glowing in the dim light. I loosed my friend upon the club to explore while I collapsed in one of the leather couches by the Main Room door.
My boy Marc, whom I met at my Mr. Long Beach Leather contest came up to me and gave me a much needed deep kiss and some tender affection. We were approached by an acquaintance of mine who I had played with once before. He offered to teach us how to tie knots, I was feeling tired and slightly annoyed (someone had come by the door during my last scene and said something while I was practicing my harness. It really distracted me and pulled me out of Dom space. Guys, please do not talk to people in a scene! It's really rude, no matter what your intent may be.) but I got up and followed them to the Jail Cell room. I watched for a little while but then left soon after, I was just not into it, and someone had approached me and began to flirt. I was really not interested and just becoming more annoyed. I wanted out of my leather, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Now mind you at this point I had not gotten off for a solid 7 or so days, and each day of this week had been a tease of some kind. Hot guys jogging shirtless, the sweat on their backs shimmering in the hot sun; forbidden crushes I have who sweetly smile and talk to me, men who I wanted so eagerly to play with and had plans to meet becoming unable to visit, all week long. So I was pretty pissed being so fucking horny and irritated.
Relieving myself and then stripping out of my leather down to nothing but my little black Jagermeister thong, I reentered the dungeon, put my clothes away, and wandered the hall. I entered the Jail Cell and found my boy, along with several other men, tying my acquaintance from earlier down to the bondage table, and then proceeding to lube up his member and jerk him. I watched for a little while, sitting in the wooden bondage chair, before becoming slightly hungry and realizing that my piss-poor mood was probably due to having low blood sugar. Leaving the dungeon and slipping into the kitchen, a bottle of water and a granola bar later (both donated by Sir Patrick that night) and I was much better.
Making my way back to the Main Room I was invited over to the couch where Alpha Sir was seated, his partner at his boots, and a new friend, boy D. on one side. I leaped at the chance! I hadn't seen him in what felt like ages, resting my head on his lap, curling up next to his leather-clad body, I felt at home. Voices wafted over my head in conversation, I was too far away in subspace. So happy to be in Alpha Sir's lap. I picked up a piece of conversation and my ears perked,
"...bondage night sleep over."
"Oh like a Threshold lock-in."
Oh my god...what an amazing idea...sleeping here? Overnight? Spending a night in a sex dungeon, and possibly with my Alpha Sir...oh god, what a thrilling experience that would be! Soon my friend came up to me and let me know that it was time for him to leave, so after saying my goodbyes we left. Along the drive home, we stopped by this bizarre restaurant called Boulevard Burgers. It was as if Mexican and North American cultures collided head on at 80MPH and the resulting crash created a 24 Hour burger restaurant. After dinner we continued down to Long Beach, and upon arriving home I crashed when my head hit the pillow.
Saturday
The morning came early for me, 7:00am, and I had gone to bed perhaps around 2:30am or 3:00am. Nevertheless I had duties to perform. I attended the United Fetishists Long Beach meeting, and discussed the business that needed to be discussed. Then my dear friend Sir Coy, A.K.A. Puppy Cockpit came and picked me up and we headed down to the beach to meet up with his room mate, his wife, and a baby cousin of theirs whom they borrowed for the weekend. As we were walking towards where they were, Sir Coy. turns to me and says firmly. "Behave." We approach and I am met with a beautiful sight of a real CHP officer in nothing but blue and white swim trunks, his smooth, sexy abs and chest, masculine sunglasses on his handsome smiling face. Oh gods why do you tease me so? I envy the nights his wife enjoys, which I am sure she is thankful for...she better be.
Later that day, after we had left the beach, and after much admiration of this sexy cop on the sand, Sir Coy. and I met up again after I dressed in my gear, and he drove me up to Pistons for Ignition. On the way he handed me a pair of tiny keys and patted his crotch. "What are these?" He looked at me and smiled and told me I held the keys to his chastity. I had never held that type of power over someone before, I didn't really feel any different, but it felt fragile in a way, delicate. I held the only way out of a device that kept him from pleasing himself and other people from pleasing him.
Arriving I found Alpha Sir and spoke with him about the evening, then spoke with Koby and found that I needed to let people know that if they wanted to play, they needed to sign a waiver. Finding Sir Coy, Evan and his boy Neal, and Kieron I let them know what I had just learned. Suddenly someone strapped a gag over my mouth and locked it, turning I found it was Sir Coy. Evan piped up "Oh no, did you sign the waiver? You have to sign the waiver to play!" I love these bastards.
I was approached by Alpha Sir and asked to get up on stage where he proceeded to do another harness demonstration like the one last night using me as his (very happy) demo boy. Gagged and tied, I stood up on stage struggling against the ropes as he helped teach Sir Coy and another audience volunteer. After the scene was finished, I was released and later told that Koby wanted me under the boot blacking bike. You got it! When I went over, another man had already jumped on and Koby was just waiting his turn, so in the mean time Dennis asked if I wanted to get shocked, remembering the introduction to electro play I had with him at Long Beach Pride this year, I agreed and he strapped me to the aluminum St. Andrew's cross and whipped out his violet wand. (For more information on Violet Wands please check this out.) He grazed the wand across my bare chest and arms, the sparks shocking me and I roared, the Fox was starting to come out again, do it again! Make him come out! Wait...I feel lightheaded. The scene ended there, as I started to feel dizzy and weak, untied and seated he told me that people have different tolerances to electricity which was slightly disappointing. Kieron then asked if he could be next, watching him get tied to the cross, his beautiful, sexy body under the soft red light of the bar patio. Nothing but his thin leather jock strap, his sweet, handsome face scrunching up into an adorable grimace each time he was shocked...I want to do such beautiful things to this handsome man. Beautiful, sensual, sexy things...I want to make him feel amazing. If I could make him moan or scream in ecstasy I would feel that I could conquer the world.
Soon a new face wandered by and I said hello, introducing myself I found him to be new to the scene and a perfect person to teach as he did show a spark of curiosity (let's turn that into a raging inferno for you!) so I told him if he wanted to learn more about electro play, to introduce himself to Dennis. He said that he was interested in bondage, so I took his hand and led him over to where Alpha Sir was seated and introduced them. If anyone was to learn rope bondage, I know Alpha Sir is a great person to talk to! Just as I had introduced them, Koby snagged me and threw me under the bike after I had stripped to my thong. Roped to the bike, I was in the perfect place to watch a pair of hot, sexy harness boots get blacked, and to provide him with something pleasing to look at. Then Alex Kitay appeared...
Alex is Sir Michael's boy. Alex and Michael like to play. Hard. I heard through another boy that Michael gets off on making his subs cry. Alex then waved a small flogger in front of me.
"Oh, shit!"
He placed a shot of Jagermeister in my crotch and said I should do my best not to spill it. He then proceeded to flick and whip my chest until it went pink, god it stung! Between slapping and stinging my chest, he gave me sips of the shot. I was buzzed and red by the end of the session, then my boy Marc came to me and mentioned that if he was going to take me home, he'd like to do so and still have time to play with me. I got dressed and said farewells, and Marc drove me home.
Arriving at my place we kissed and started working things up before I ordered him naked on the floor of my bathroom, I grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup and introduced him to WAMP (Wet And Messy Play). A line of chocolate drizzled on his chest, and I licked it off. I can't wait to really get into WAMP, being covered in batter, oil, lube, just immerse me in something messy and give me a man or two!
After our sensual and sticky scene, a good shower, and we were in bed cuddling, his muscled body in my arms.
Sunday
We woke up at 7:00am, and Marc headed off to see family. I woke up myself, showered, and got ready for an event at Hot Java down the street. The Mello Moto Motorcycle Group was said to be meeting before the So-Cal Gay Biker Contest at Pistons, however I went down an hour early so as to check in at Yellow Devil on Broadway. They were having a 2nd Sunday Birthday Party and I wanted to support Jessica, the lovely and very sweet owner of this great motorcycle gear consignment store.
After a coffee and a chat with the guests, I headed over to Hot Java to meet with the Mello Moto group. 9:00am came and went, and...no one. 9:30 and then bikes started to roll up. I had forgotten to set my clock for GST, Gay Standard Time. Better known as "we'll show up when we damn well feel like it." Hahaha. I was encouraged to grab my riding gear by one rider, which I didn't bring thinking I didn't need it and that no one would be letting a guy they barely knew ride bitch. However I ran home, nabbed it, and came back anyway. When the meet came to an end, they decided to ride over to Yellow Devil for the party, and Greg offered me a ride on the back of his bike. Now Greg is this hot, slim, young biker stud whom I may now have a small little crush on. So gearing up and straddling his ride, and being able to slip my gloved hands on his waist was a wish come true, even if the ride was short and merely around the corner, it was so worth the two minutes.
Arriving, the party had grown to a line of sexy bikes outside the store, and two food trucks one selling BBQ Pork meals and the other selling shaved ice. The Mello Moto group hung out for a good few hours before Greg asked when I wanted to head up to Pistons for the contest. I asked if he was competing and he said he wasn't this year, but he wanted to see if I still wanted a ride up.
Are kidding? Would I pass up a second ride with you hot stuff!? Hell no, let's go!
Straddling the bike and slipping my hands back onto his sexy body once more, we sped off north. God that ride was amazing. Mellow speed, the hum of the engine resonating in my helmet, my visor steaming up with each breath I let out. My hands were on an incredibly hot biker boy dressed in full biker gear whom I wanted to do dirty beautiful things with, my ass sat on a slick and powerful steel stallion, we were riding upward and onward through the city on a beautiful day. I fucking love my life.
Arriving, he paused and let me off, hugging me goodbye I wished it didn't end. I wanted to embrace him long and hard, feeling our gear between us, his slim, sexy, irresistible body in my arms, his handsome face mere inches from my own, my lips thirsted for his. He sped away, and my heart sank slightly. Come back and kiss me! Please!
Heading inside I sank into a chair at the bar, my knees ached from being so tense on the ride. Robert and I struck up conversation waiting for things to start. I was encouraged to run in the contest, which was just for fun and to raise funds for an AIDS charity. When the contest did finally start, I overheard Jeff Wacca, one of my favorite emcees, announce that in order to compete you had to ride a motorcycle. After a moment of thinking, I approached him and asked,
"I'd like to run, and I don't have a bike, but the rules state that I have to RIDE a motorcycle, and I love RIDING bitch."
"Ahh semantics, I like your angle, now go grab a box."
Heading to the front a box was shoved in my hands and I was given a roll of tickets to sell as my votes, I asked my buddy Chris if he would be my ticket boy and he happily obliged. Before long we were called to the stage and introduced, and I was mentioned to be the So-Cal Gay Biker Bitch contestant, before we were released to the crowd again.
I find that I don't do very well when I'm in a situation where I have to talk people up, encourage them to vote or buy something from me. I tend to stumble over my words, get anxious, nervous. I looked at the other contestants and they seemed really comfortable slutting it up for votes, where I was more comfortable being polite and taking the first no. This confuses me because I feel absolutely fine on a stage in little to no clothing, spilling my heart out to a bunch of people I don't know.
In any case, as the votes were being tallied Mark and Koby grabbed me and began to torture my nipples. Koby lifted my shirt and said "We have to work on those mosquito bites so they look like that." He directed my attention to a man standing behind me with nipples the size of my little finger. Uhh no thanks! That's fine! I'm good! They continued to torture my chest, I called out yellow several times, these guys meant business and I didn't doubt that. Koby rubbed an ice cube on one as Mark tortured the other before Koby stuffed the cube in my mouth and I was forced to deal with twice the torture. When the votes were tallied, we were called to the stage and Koby was named So-Cal Gay Leather Biker 2011! As this was a fun contest there are no titleholder duties, or expectations, and in an act of generosity Koby donated the helmet prize he received back into the contest and it was auctioned off to raise even more money for the charity. The winning bid was $100 by Meddle, who had also ran in the competition.
I stayed at the bar until that night, I had a fantastic conversation with a lesbian who invited me to join her, as I was sitting by myself after everyone had left, I'm kicking myself for not remembering her name. She and I had a really fun talk, and I found it funny how much she enjoyed the hardcore gay porn on the TVs outside. "Yeah at first I was bothered by all the gay porn, but when they took it down, I missed it!" It was really good porn, quality stuff.
Garry Bowie then took me home, and on the drive back to my apartment he gave me a short lesson on Gay history. I found out that the Stonewall Riots wasn't the first time gays and lesbians fought back, it was the third as two other riots in Los Angeles took place prior to Stonewall, but the New York event had more publicity.
And this concludes this past weekend.
Play Safe everyone. I love you.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
"Leather Men and Dogs"
Before I begin, I would like to thank everyone who helped make this evening an amazing success.
- The Mineshaft Bar on Broadway for hosting our event.
- The Crypt on Broadway for donating prizes.
- Skobar Photography for donating prizes and for the enjoyable photo shoot to help with flyers.
- Pup Cockpit for manning the raffle table, and donating a prize box of his own.
- Dino, Mr. Bullet Leather 2008, for all the help and advice.
- Paloma Ole for helping with the raffle tickets and inviting the Imperial Court to help sell tickets.
- Don Mike for being an awesome Emcee.
- DJ Dru Wave for providing the excellent music.
- The staff at Mineshaft for dressing in gear and being supportive.
- Vertis for helping with raffle tickets.
- Chewy for boot blacking.
- Sam, California Leather Sir 2012, for assistance with music.
And every leather man and woman, drag queen, puppy, and attendee at the event, without you there it wouldn't have been a party at all!
The event was an amazing success! So many people came, and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of puppies who showed up. I was expecting the two that promised to come, and I counted 5 or 6 who came along! I also was very pleased to see men from San Diego and Los Angeles, including titleholders who all came out for the night!
Setting up the event wasn't a cakewalk, I had started it to be something like a simple party event. I set a date and time, and expected to take things one at a time as they presented themselves, as I had never tried to put together an event before. With each new venture through one door, expecting to only find one door on the other side, I was met with three to four new doors to open, fences to hop, and distances to run. Jello shots, silent raffle, prizes, flyers, and then finding people to help with each task all made up these new obstacles and challenges to overcome. Thankfully I have many friends who love and care about me, and whom I deeply appreciate to help me along my way. Thank you.
The evening of the party, I walked down Broadway in boots, leather pants, a vest over my black shirt, medium blue handkerchief in my right back pocket, (more information on the hanky code can be found here) and swinging from my belt was my big, blue fox tail. I wanted to attend my event as the real-life Leather Fetish Fox. Entering the bar, my evening began, excitement and anxiety blurred the night, along with the moderate amount of alcohol that was consumed.
At first things seemed to be according to plan, everything was being set up, people were still arriving, and the bar was already attended by a good amount of people, a base crowd. Things of course didn't start on time, but I had to learn that no event really ever does, but that it's a minor detail and in the grand scheme of things doesn't matter a whole lot at all. As we waited for things to set in place, I wanted things to begin immediately, to get over the anxiety I was feeling, but my nervousness was getting in my own way and the words "Okay let's start." had become foreign and confusing. A soft grip on my shoulders, a reminder to breathe, to have fun. People who were needed and slated to do certain tasks weren't here yet, but I had to start without them, finding a quick replacement proved easy, and I noted to not be so terrified in the future.
Paloma introduced the evening, as well as Don Mike and the DJ. Don Mike made an excellent Emcee, with his upbeat fun-loving attitude that softened his crass mouth. That's what I love about him! He can be so super sweet and innocent, then you put him on stage and he swears like a sailor! DJ Dru Wave played an excellent set, my dear friend who had just received his pup name, Pup Cockpit, manned (or rather, dogged) the raffle prize table, Sumner of the Mineshaft sold Jello shots in a leather studded collar (oh my god, the many beautiful things I would do to this sexy, sweet, and irresistible young man!), and Vertis and the two empresses of the Imperial Court who came along with Paloma helped sell raffle tickets, while Chewy blacked boots in the corner.
I could finally relax, the event was in motion, there was no stopping us now. The only thing left to do was to just have fun, talk to people, and just breathe. I was thrilled when I saw who showed up, titleholders, dear friends, and even my coworkers! They were shocked and surprised at the whole scene, but they had a wonderful time nonetheless. Of course, my Alpha Sir arrived, as his birthday is the same as mine, and I just love that fact about us. He brought two boys of his own who also enjoyed the evening as well as him, which I couldn't be happier with. I love watching him dominate and enjoy another boy, as it reminds me just how lucky I am to be dominated by him myself. Speaking of boys, I saw one of my own subs and good friends, Marc, there to give me support. Seeing his handsome, smiling face and feeling his great tight hug added to the wonderful energy of the evening!
SlutBottom Chris, California Puppy 2012 and the handsome Kieron both came along as well, both very handsome and very sweet men in puppy mode, crawling around on the bar floor made the evening that much more enjoyable.
My co-workers arrived a little later in the evening, after I had a little to drink, and was more than relaxed, they loved how crazy the scene was and my tail. I was actually surprised to see all of them, I wasn't expecting them all off of work at the same time. The evening really served as a reminder as to how many people are willing to help me when I need it, and who is out there willing to support me.
At the end of the party, SlutBottom Chris came up to me and mentioned that we were heading out, and he was going to take me home himself. Okay! I said goodbyes and followed him, or rather was dragged out by him, either way I was enjoying it. We met up with my friend Vonn and her friend who called himself "Spider". He was a real cutie, woof! As SB Chris dragged me away, I heard him call out that he wanted to tie me up sometime. WOOF!...Damn it! Why didn't I give him my card?! Ugh!
SB Chris then drove me home, and waited until I turned out my bedroom light to show him I was safely upstairs. I love my puppy! He's so wonderful!
I love you all so much, and thank you.
Play Safe.
- The Mineshaft Bar on Broadway for hosting our event.
- The Crypt on Broadway for donating prizes.
- Skobar Photography for donating prizes and for the enjoyable photo shoot to help with flyers.
- Pup Cockpit for manning the raffle table, and donating a prize box of his own.
- Dino, Mr. Bullet Leather 2008, for all the help and advice.
- Paloma Ole for helping with the raffle tickets and inviting the Imperial Court to help sell tickets.
- Don Mike for being an awesome Emcee.
- DJ Dru Wave for providing the excellent music.
- The staff at Mineshaft for dressing in gear and being supportive.
- Vertis for helping with raffle tickets.
- Chewy for boot blacking.
- Sam, California Leather Sir 2012, for assistance with music.
And every leather man and woman, drag queen, puppy, and attendee at the event, without you there it wouldn't have been a party at all!
The event was an amazing success! So many people came, and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of puppies who showed up. I was expecting the two that promised to come, and I counted 5 or 6 who came along! I also was very pleased to see men from San Diego and Los Angeles, including titleholders who all came out for the night!
Setting up the event wasn't a cakewalk, I had started it to be something like a simple party event. I set a date and time, and expected to take things one at a time as they presented themselves, as I had never tried to put together an event before. With each new venture through one door, expecting to only find one door on the other side, I was met with three to four new doors to open, fences to hop, and distances to run. Jello shots, silent raffle, prizes, flyers, and then finding people to help with each task all made up these new obstacles and challenges to overcome. Thankfully I have many friends who love and care about me, and whom I deeply appreciate to help me along my way. Thank you.
The evening of the party, I walked down Broadway in boots, leather pants, a vest over my black shirt, medium blue handkerchief in my right back pocket, (more information on the hanky code can be found here) and swinging from my belt was my big, blue fox tail. I wanted to attend my event as the real-life Leather Fetish Fox. Entering the bar, my evening began, excitement and anxiety blurred the night, along with the moderate amount of alcohol that was consumed.
At first things seemed to be according to plan, everything was being set up, people were still arriving, and the bar was already attended by a good amount of people, a base crowd. Things of course didn't start on time, but I had to learn that no event really ever does, but that it's a minor detail and in the grand scheme of things doesn't matter a whole lot at all. As we waited for things to set in place, I wanted things to begin immediately, to get over the anxiety I was feeling, but my nervousness was getting in my own way and the words "Okay let's start." had become foreign and confusing. A soft grip on my shoulders, a reminder to breathe, to have fun. People who were needed and slated to do certain tasks weren't here yet, but I had to start without them, finding a quick replacement proved easy, and I noted to not be so terrified in the future.
Paloma introduced the evening, as well as Don Mike and the DJ. Don Mike made an excellent Emcee, with his upbeat fun-loving attitude that softened his crass mouth. That's what I love about him! He can be so super sweet and innocent, then you put him on stage and he swears like a sailor! DJ Dru Wave played an excellent set, my dear friend who had just received his pup name, Pup Cockpit, manned (or rather, dogged) the raffle prize table, Sumner of the Mineshaft sold Jello shots in a leather studded collar (oh my god, the many beautiful things I would do to this sexy, sweet, and irresistible young man!), and Vertis and the two empresses of the Imperial Court who came along with Paloma helped sell raffle tickets, while Chewy blacked boots in the corner.
I could finally relax, the event was in motion, there was no stopping us now. The only thing left to do was to just have fun, talk to people, and just breathe. I was thrilled when I saw who showed up, titleholders, dear friends, and even my coworkers! They were shocked and surprised at the whole scene, but they had a wonderful time nonetheless. Of course, my Alpha Sir arrived, as his birthday is the same as mine, and I just love that fact about us. He brought two boys of his own who also enjoyed the evening as well as him, which I couldn't be happier with. I love watching him dominate and enjoy another boy, as it reminds me just how lucky I am to be dominated by him myself. Speaking of boys, I saw one of my own subs and good friends, Marc, there to give me support. Seeing his handsome, smiling face and feeling his great tight hug added to the wonderful energy of the evening!
SlutBottom Chris, California Puppy 2012 and the handsome Kieron both came along as well, both very handsome and very sweet men in puppy mode, crawling around on the bar floor made the evening that much more enjoyable.
My co-workers arrived a little later in the evening, after I had a little to drink, and was more than relaxed, they loved how crazy the scene was and my tail. I was actually surprised to see all of them, I wasn't expecting them all off of work at the same time. The evening really served as a reminder as to how many people are willing to help me when I need it, and who is out there willing to support me.
At the end of the party, SlutBottom Chris came up to me and mentioned that we were heading out, and he was going to take me home himself. Okay! I said goodbyes and followed him, or rather was dragged out by him, either way I was enjoying it. We met up with my friend Vonn and her friend who called himself "Spider". He was a real cutie, woof! As SB Chris dragged me away, I heard him call out that he wanted to tie me up sometime. WOOF!...Damn it! Why didn't I give him my card?! Ugh!
SB Chris then drove me home, and waited until I turned out my bedroom light to show him I was safely upstairs. I love my puppy! He's so wonderful!
I love you all so much, and thank you.
Play Safe.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Introduce Them Tenderly
Last week has indeed been very interesting. I have been on both sides of the fence, as a helpless submissive, and now as a Mentoring Sir.
Now I don't feel I fit the projected role of an all-caps SIR, the one I fantasize to be an unfearing, animalistic, sadist with a leathered and choking grasp around his slave's neck. (Yes that's an extreme, I am well aware, thank you.) I like to think of myself as a Sensual Dominant.
A little backstory, first:
I met this boy at Califur 2011, what was first a playful, passing flirt in an elevator, turned into a boy eager to learn more about me, and the world I came from. Boy A. 18 years-old and green as the grasses of the field, I saw a garden filled with potential. I had him over one night, and I told him everything I could, so excited to be exposing this curious, eager mind to the beautiful world of fetishes and sexuality. By sheer stroke of luck, my Alpha Sir was in the neighborhood, and when he inquired if I was available I eagerly answered yes! This was meant to be! Teaching a young mind about the world of fetishes and my mentor and Alpha Sir coming over! More information! More education!
I guess I became obsessed with teaching him, as Alpha Sir suggested I should put the textbook down and really look at boy A., and ask him what he wanted. I was so caught up in making sure he was properly informed that I had neglected to look into his eyes and see a glimmer of lust.
"What do you want to do?"
"Well, I kind of wanted to kiss you, if that's alright."
I didn't hesitate, and moved in to kiss him tenderly. His lips felt grateful for it, and I was thankful as well.
Now, moving on to last week.
Boy A. and I met up at my apartment, talked for a good while, then headed out to dinner. After our meal, I showed him The Crypt and educated him on what floggers were, and placed some pamphlets in his hand on the hanky code and safe fetish play procedures so he could read up on it later. Heading back to my place we relaxed and the fun began.
Making sure he was comfortable, I asked if he would undress for me. He did, and assured me it was what he wanted. We stripped together, and I led him to the bed where we lay down and I held him and kissed him softly.
His skin is so soft, his lips so eager, he's so sweet and adorable. A body well taken care of and something I would have ached to have at his age. The intimacy continued, gently, slowly, our bodies resting comfortably upon my bed, eyes gazing softly.
His hand explored low, and I allowed him there. He pleasured me well, kissing me, pleasing me until my peak and release. Resting and dipping momentarily into unconsciousness, I lay there with him. Then I returned the gift, tenderly kissing him, bringing him close, closer, more intimacy, more tenderness, and finally he climaxed.
As we lay there in the afterglow, he confessed to me that I was his first male sexual partner.
Wow. I am someone's first. I am very happy and honored to have this privilege. I want to be his guide, his mentor, I want to make sure he's informed and educated, but also having the time of his life.
He's going to grow so well, I'm sure of it.
Play Safe.
Now I don't feel I fit the projected role of an all-caps SIR, the one I fantasize to be an unfearing, animalistic, sadist with a leathered and choking grasp around his slave's neck. (Yes that's an extreme, I am well aware, thank you.) I like to think of myself as a Sensual Dominant.
A little backstory, first:
I met this boy at Califur 2011, what was first a playful, passing flirt in an elevator, turned into a boy eager to learn more about me, and the world I came from. Boy A. 18 years-old and green as the grasses of the field, I saw a garden filled with potential. I had him over one night, and I told him everything I could, so excited to be exposing this curious, eager mind to the beautiful world of fetishes and sexuality. By sheer stroke of luck, my Alpha Sir was in the neighborhood, and when he inquired if I was available I eagerly answered yes! This was meant to be! Teaching a young mind about the world of fetishes and my mentor and Alpha Sir coming over! More information! More education!
I guess I became obsessed with teaching him, as Alpha Sir suggested I should put the textbook down and really look at boy A., and ask him what he wanted. I was so caught up in making sure he was properly informed that I had neglected to look into his eyes and see a glimmer of lust.
"What do you want to do?"
"Well, I kind of wanted to kiss you, if that's alright."
I didn't hesitate, and moved in to kiss him tenderly. His lips felt grateful for it, and I was thankful as well.
Now, moving on to last week.
Boy A. and I met up at my apartment, talked for a good while, then headed out to dinner. After our meal, I showed him The Crypt and educated him on what floggers were, and placed some pamphlets in his hand on the hanky code and safe fetish play procedures so he could read up on it later. Heading back to my place we relaxed and the fun began.
Making sure he was comfortable, I asked if he would undress for me. He did, and assured me it was what he wanted. We stripped together, and I led him to the bed where we lay down and I held him and kissed him softly.
His skin is so soft, his lips so eager, he's so sweet and adorable. A body well taken care of and something I would have ached to have at his age. The intimacy continued, gently, slowly, our bodies resting comfortably upon my bed, eyes gazing softly.
His hand explored low, and I allowed him there. He pleasured me well, kissing me, pleasing me until my peak and release. Resting and dipping momentarily into unconsciousness, I lay there with him. Then I returned the gift, tenderly kissing him, bringing him close, closer, more intimacy, more tenderness, and finally he climaxed.
As we lay there in the afterglow, he confessed to me that I was his first male sexual partner.
Wow. I am someone's first. I am very happy and honored to have this privilege. I want to be his guide, his mentor, I want to make sure he's informed and educated, but also having the time of his life.
He's going to grow so well, I'm sure of it.
Play Safe.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Fierce Intensity
Last week I was graced with a visit from my Alpha Sir, we met up at the Mineshaft and spent some time together, meeting a new face, and introducing me to the bartender. Afterward we went over to the Paradise Piano Bar for a wonderful dinner. Saying our farewells, Alpha Sir and I went back to my place and that's when my new experience began.
Stripped and naked, he gagged me in a bishop's head harness and bound me in a rope harness, but this time was much different. He tied it very tightly, and bound my dick and balls. This was something I had never experienced so intensely before, and so soon. It hurt, very, very badly. I begged through the gag as intelligibly as I could for him to release some of the pressure.
He did not.
It burned! It rubbed me mercilessly with harsh fibers encircled around my helpless genitals, suffocating them of relief! I begged, I howled in horrible suffering! I couldn't stand up straight! It hurt! Alpha Sir finally held me from behind, and turned me to look in the mirror. I saw myself, bound and helpless, and suffering horrible pain.
"Breathe boy."
Oh god how I tried to breathe, every exhale was shuddered, I wept with frustration, I couldn't take it any more!
"Don't you trust me boy?"
I trust you with my very life, Sir.
"Look at yourself boy."
I looked again, and I saw myself standing with my Alpha Sir, I shouldn't be complaining, I should be standing tall, against the pain and suffering. Bearing it like a man. Making my Alpha Sir proud of me, impressed with me. Oh god did it hurt. Eventually I started to take deep and flowing breaths. Then he took me by my doorway, worked with the rope out of my vision and pulled. I lifted a bit, he was tying me into a predicament position! Oh shit, no. Oh god! My balls already ached, I had been screaming into the gag, and now I was forced to stand on the tips of my feet. Completely at his mercy, he tortured me. Biting and twisting my nipples, the pain was awful! So much pain! My balls ached and howled in agony, my nipples being tortured mercilessly, it was like a bondage hell.
He was showing me the Sadist. I have never met the Sadist before. I have met the Tiger, the Tender, and now I have been introduced to the Sadist. I am scared of the Sadist, but...in a small place in my fear, which I must be true to, I would still kneel before him willingly. He will not hurt me.
As much as I was so thankful for being released, and as much as I wouldn't want to be tortured like that again...I know it is helping me grow, helping me become stronger, and I know that Alpha Sir gets off on it. I offer my body to him to play with, because I trust him, and I love him as my Alpha Sir. I do get off on it all, agony is hell, but it leads to a release...a new venture I must take in order to shove my horizons ever further.
Play Safe, respect your limits, and play with intensity with someone you trust deeply.
Thank you, Sir.
Stripped and naked, he gagged me in a bishop's head harness and bound me in a rope harness, but this time was much different. He tied it very tightly, and bound my dick and balls. This was something I had never experienced so intensely before, and so soon. It hurt, very, very badly. I begged through the gag as intelligibly as I could for him to release some of the pressure.
He did not.
It burned! It rubbed me mercilessly with harsh fibers encircled around my helpless genitals, suffocating them of relief! I begged, I howled in horrible suffering! I couldn't stand up straight! It hurt! Alpha Sir finally held me from behind, and turned me to look in the mirror. I saw myself, bound and helpless, and suffering horrible pain.
"Breathe boy."
Oh god how I tried to breathe, every exhale was shuddered, I wept with frustration, I couldn't take it any more!
"Don't you trust me boy?"
I trust you with my very life, Sir.
"Look at yourself boy."
I looked again, and I saw myself standing with my Alpha Sir, I shouldn't be complaining, I should be standing tall, against the pain and suffering. Bearing it like a man. Making my Alpha Sir proud of me, impressed with me. Oh god did it hurt. Eventually I started to take deep and flowing breaths. Then he took me by my doorway, worked with the rope out of my vision and pulled. I lifted a bit, he was tying me into a predicament position! Oh shit, no. Oh god! My balls already ached, I had been screaming into the gag, and now I was forced to stand on the tips of my feet. Completely at his mercy, he tortured me. Biting and twisting my nipples, the pain was awful! So much pain! My balls ached and howled in agony, my nipples being tortured mercilessly, it was like a bondage hell.
He was showing me the Sadist. I have never met the Sadist before. I have met the Tiger, the Tender, and now I have been introduced to the Sadist. I am scared of the Sadist, but...in a small place in my fear, which I must be true to, I would still kneel before him willingly. He will not hurt me.
As much as I was so thankful for being released, and as much as I wouldn't want to be tortured like that again...I know it is helping me grow, helping me become stronger, and I know that Alpha Sir gets off on it. I offer my body to him to play with, because I trust him, and I love him as my Alpha Sir. I do get off on it all, agony is hell, but it leads to a release...a new venture I must take in order to shove my horizons ever further.
Play Safe, respect your limits, and play with intensity with someone you trust deeply.
Thank you, Sir.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
San Diego Pride 2011!
Last weekend was San Diego Pride, and I had one hell of a good time!
Friday
I arrived in San Diego via train from Union Station up in LA, and on my ride down I was joined by a young lady. We got to talking and I mentioned my title of California Leather boy, and explained that as a titleholder I represented every man who identified as a leather boy in the entire state of California. I also went on to describe what my experiences were like with the leather families out there, how the people were like everyone else, only the attitude towards sex was generally treated much more openly, and how comfortable it made me feel to be around them. She seemed interested and I gave her my information and this blog's URL. I asked her of course if she was comfortable reading my stories, and she responded that she finds this sort of thing interesting, and that she loves freaking out her room mate, hahaha!
Upon arriving in San Diego I was greeted by Sir M. who was dressed in full leather to meet me at the station, thank you sir. We headed to his car where his boy D. was handcuffed and chained. This was our first meeting, and he was just so cute all shackled and helpless.
We stopped by Pleasures and Treasures, and the place had changed significantly since I had been there last for my Title contest. There was erotic artwork up on the walls of the second floor, and very interesting black panels on the balcony of the second upstairs room which gave it an artsy modern look. While there I met with Ida of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, who told me about the Veil of Shame project. She took out a bland piece of fabric which had some messages scrawled all over it in various colors, and explained that the idea was that you write down anything that made you feel bad about yourself, whether it was something someone said to you, something you heard someone say to someone else that indirectly made you feel bad, and the Veil of Shame would absorb that negative energy from you. Then later they would burn the Veil of Shame and all that accumulated negative energy would be released into the universe.
It made me cry every time she explained it. I'm crying as I type this very sentence.
I took the opportunity and released negativity into the veil. I didn't get to see them burn it, but it doesn't matter, I know that the veil is gone forever, and my negativity with it.
Thank you, Ida.
Upon being politely booted out as they closed for the night, we headed to Sir M's apartment and tied the boy down to the bed and proceeded to play with his helpless body. Playing with his nipples, making him squirm and moan, at times I thought we may be going too far in twisting them with his loud moaning, but I was assured that he enjoyed every moment of it all. Then, finally making the boy erupt, it was my turn. His boy had a gentle soft touch, easing my body and melting my stress, he worked me quite nicely until I finally exploded, a burst of all my built up physical stress leaving me.
Saturday
After an enjoyable breakfast, Sir M., his boy, and I headed over to the Pride Parade grounds in order to meet up with the Fetish Men of San Diego group, and along the way we met up with Samuel (California Leather Sir 2012), Mike Russel, and his boy by pure chance. We joined them in heading over to the parade grounds where we waited for the event to start. Several hours later the parade began and we began marching. Mama of Mama's Family, someone I'm only just starting to learn about sat in a decorated cart at the lead, which was drawn by a woman dressed in a silver bodysuit and pony gear.
At first I was just having fun, walking down the streets of San Diego, keeping in formation, waving at people, then I started relaxing and letting myself go. Feeding on the energy of the crowd, and my leather brothers and sisters, I started waving more even if it hurt my back (as I've thrown it out due to my nagging cough) I grit my teeth and kept waving, I was having too much fun to show, or acknowledge pain.
Like with all Pride Parades there were protesters, and at first I was simply going to ignore them, as I have been doing for years keeping to my idea that if you ignore someone obnoxious they will simply fuck off and try to annoy someone else until they become bored or someone punches their lights out. However the parade came to one of its multiple halts and by pure chance we were stopped right in front of the protesters, who were kept at a distance behind metal fencing and police officers. I glanced over and saw where we were, the energy of the parade and the fun I was having had awakened the little mischievous fox and he wanted to have a little fun. I don't even remember who I spoke to, but I said to him "Hey look! Haters! Come here a sec!" and pulled him in for a nice, deep kiss. Right in front of them.
My thoughts on this? Well, what do you use to combat hate? Love. Show them they don't get to you, and you're more comfortable than anyone else, especially them, with who you are.
At the end of the parade route we reached the park and the march dissipated, people went their separate ways, and it was a fun confusing mix of cheerleaders, drag queens, leather men, and even tribal-dressed dancers. At this point I had no idea where anyone was, and since we never really made a specific point to meet up at afterward, I headed off to where the festival was to meet back up with Sir M. and boy D. The line at the front gate was a mile long, and when Sir M. and his boy arrived it had gotten longer. Sir M. mentioned he saw another entrance and sure enough, after following the wall of the festival, we found a smaller, lesser-known gate where they were taking tickets as well.
After enjoying the festival for a while, we took lunch to Sunset Cliffs, enjoyed the sea view, and then headed back to Sir M.'s apartment where he stripped and bound both myself and boy D. to the bed and left us to enjoy each other while he made plans for dinner. (Sir M. was within earshot at all times.) The exhaustion from the parade and the day had started to reach me, I faded in and out of consciousness. I was so comfortable, one hand bound to the bed, the other handcuffed to boy D., legs restrained at the foot of the bed. What better way to take a nap, am I right? Eventually Sir M. returned and toyed with me, teased me, and I released once more.
Later we joined Sir M. and his boyfriend for a light dinner, then returned to the apartment. After talking a little, both boy D. and I were ordered into our wrestling singlets, and both Sir M. and his boyfriend donned theirs. We paired off, Sir M. took me on the futon, while his boyfriend led boy D. into the bedroom. He teased me a while, but I was already so tired, I regretfully could not be any more fun and exciting than kissing and cuddling.
Sunday
The next day we returned to the festival and enjoyed it a little more, visiting the Leather Realm section, meeting up with other titleholders and friends, and I took the opportunity to grab a few pictures with some very handsome and well-built young men who were selling water and sodas in the middle of the festival street. When you see an opportunity like that, you just have to grab it, otherwise you'll think back and wonder why you never did.
The weekend was very enjoyable, and I am thankful for the positive experiences and for all of the hard work everyone put forth to put it all together.
Thank You, and Play Safe.
Friday
I arrived in San Diego via train from Union Station up in LA, and on my ride down I was joined by a young lady. We got to talking and I mentioned my title of California Leather boy, and explained that as a titleholder I represented every man who identified as a leather boy in the entire state of California. I also went on to describe what my experiences were like with the leather families out there, how the people were like everyone else, only the attitude towards sex was generally treated much more openly, and how comfortable it made me feel to be around them. She seemed interested and I gave her my information and this blog's URL. I asked her of course if she was comfortable reading my stories, and she responded that she finds this sort of thing interesting, and that she loves freaking out her room mate, hahaha!
Upon arriving in San Diego I was greeted by Sir M. who was dressed in full leather to meet me at the station, thank you sir. We headed to his car where his boy D. was handcuffed and chained. This was our first meeting, and he was just so cute all shackled and helpless.
We stopped by Pleasures and Treasures, and the place had changed significantly since I had been there last for my Title contest. There was erotic artwork up on the walls of the second floor, and very interesting black panels on the balcony of the second upstairs room which gave it an artsy modern look. While there I met with Ida of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, who told me about the Veil of Shame project. She took out a bland piece of fabric which had some messages scrawled all over it in various colors, and explained that the idea was that you write down anything that made you feel bad about yourself, whether it was something someone said to you, something you heard someone say to someone else that indirectly made you feel bad, and the Veil of Shame would absorb that negative energy from you. Then later they would burn the Veil of Shame and all that accumulated negative energy would be released into the universe.
It made me cry every time she explained it. I'm crying as I type this very sentence.
I took the opportunity and released negativity into the veil. I didn't get to see them burn it, but it doesn't matter, I know that the veil is gone forever, and my negativity with it.
Thank you, Ida.
Upon being politely booted out as they closed for the night, we headed to Sir M's apartment and tied the boy down to the bed and proceeded to play with his helpless body. Playing with his nipples, making him squirm and moan, at times I thought we may be going too far in twisting them with his loud moaning, but I was assured that he enjoyed every moment of it all. Then, finally making the boy erupt, it was my turn. His boy had a gentle soft touch, easing my body and melting my stress, he worked me quite nicely until I finally exploded, a burst of all my built up physical stress leaving me.
Saturday
After an enjoyable breakfast, Sir M., his boy, and I headed over to the Pride Parade grounds in order to meet up with the Fetish Men of San Diego group, and along the way we met up with Samuel (California Leather Sir 2012), Mike Russel, and his boy by pure chance. We joined them in heading over to the parade grounds where we waited for the event to start. Several hours later the parade began and we began marching. Mama of Mama's Family, someone I'm only just starting to learn about sat in a decorated cart at the lead, which was drawn by a woman dressed in a silver bodysuit and pony gear.
At first I was just having fun, walking down the streets of San Diego, keeping in formation, waving at people, then I started relaxing and letting myself go. Feeding on the energy of the crowd, and my leather brothers and sisters, I started waving more even if it hurt my back (as I've thrown it out due to my nagging cough) I grit my teeth and kept waving, I was having too much fun to show, or acknowledge pain.
Like with all Pride Parades there were protesters, and at first I was simply going to ignore them, as I have been doing for years keeping to my idea that if you ignore someone obnoxious they will simply fuck off and try to annoy someone else until they become bored or someone punches their lights out. However the parade came to one of its multiple halts and by pure chance we were stopped right in front of the protesters, who were kept at a distance behind metal fencing and police officers. I glanced over and saw where we were, the energy of the parade and the fun I was having had awakened the little mischievous fox and he wanted to have a little fun. I don't even remember who I spoke to, but I said to him "Hey look! Haters! Come here a sec!" and pulled him in for a nice, deep kiss. Right in front of them.
My thoughts on this? Well, what do you use to combat hate? Love. Show them they don't get to you, and you're more comfortable than anyone else, especially them, with who you are.
At the end of the parade route we reached the park and the march dissipated, people went their separate ways, and it was a fun confusing mix of cheerleaders, drag queens, leather men, and even tribal-dressed dancers. At this point I had no idea where anyone was, and since we never really made a specific point to meet up at afterward, I headed off to where the festival was to meet back up with Sir M. and boy D. The line at the front gate was a mile long, and when Sir M. and his boy arrived it had gotten longer. Sir M. mentioned he saw another entrance and sure enough, after following the wall of the festival, we found a smaller, lesser-known gate where they were taking tickets as well.
After enjoying the festival for a while, we took lunch to Sunset Cliffs, enjoyed the sea view, and then headed back to Sir M.'s apartment where he stripped and bound both myself and boy D. to the bed and left us to enjoy each other while he made plans for dinner. (Sir M. was within earshot at all times.) The exhaustion from the parade and the day had started to reach me, I faded in and out of consciousness. I was so comfortable, one hand bound to the bed, the other handcuffed to boy D., legs restrained at the foot of the bed. What better way to take a nap, am I right? Eventually Sir M. returned and toyed with me, teased me, and I released once more.
Later we joined Sir M. and his boyfriend for a light dinner, then returned to the apartment. After talking a little, both boy D. and I were ordered into our wrestling singlets, and both Sir M. and his boyfriend donned theirs. We paired off, Sir M. took me on the futon, while his boyfriend led boy D. into the bedroom. He teased me a while, but I was already so tired, I regretfully could not be any more fun and exciting than kissing and cuddling.
Sunday
The next day we returned to the festival and enjoyed it a little more, visiting the Leather Realm section, meeting up with other titleholders and friends, and I took the opportunity to grab a few pictures with some very handsome and well-built young men who were selling water and sodas in the middle of the festival street. When you see an opportunity like that, you just have to grab it, otherwise you'll think back and wonder why you never did.
The weekend was very enjoyable, and I am thankful for the positive experiences and for all of the hard work everyone put forth to put it all together.
Thank You, and Play Safe.
Monday, July 11, 2011
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
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.
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.
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