Fetish of the Month 2012: October - Abduction

Greetings, dear reader.  It’s finally time for the Fetish of the Month!  It’s October, a month of longer nights, chilled winds, and dead leaves carpet the streets.  This month I explored a darker corner of the fetish and fantasy world…Abduction.

I have gathered together three men, but I will keep their identities hidden. This fetish can be dangerous, and I advise all of you to be extremely careful with this one.  During my research I heard a tale of a man who was very deep into abduction play, letting strangers take him away, and the gentleman who was telling me this tale informed me that he had lost contact with him, as if he had just fallen off the face of the Earth.

So beware.  Perhaps some things are better left to fantasy…

Three questions to ask, the first being “When did you discover your interest in abduction?”

 (Contributor A)

I first found an interest in abduction in grade school when we were playing at recess. I'm not sure what the game was, probably "War," but it was fun getting captured. I just wanted to be tied and blindfolded, even then.

 (Contributor B)

My primary kink is bondage, and since a good deal of my exposure to that in TV shows, movies, and books was when a character was kidnapped and found tied up, I became interested in abduction as a result. I'd say that it's not as much of a kink as it used to be, but it's still a scenario that has been fun to think about. I've even been lucky enough that I had the chance to do so with people I've trusted.

 (Contributor C)

I found an interested in abduction because part of my fantasies involves bondage. Being taken against my will and forced into gear and bondage. I can't remember the website, but I once found a video on the internet (possibly YouTube at the time, but is no longer there), where the plot begins where someone has broken into some person's house and is chloroformed and taken against his will. He wakes up to find himself in a box. Aside from the ending, I found myself very aroused when the person was chloroformed and is out-cold.

Mmmn very nice, gentlemen.   I’d say that my own interest in abduction was also from films and tv shows when someone is grabbed off the street and forced into a van, or knocked out and dragged away, the camera only showing their legs in the shot, and then they are slowly dragged out of sight and into the darkness, I also remember scenes where the hero is tied to a chair by the villain, gagged and blindfolded, and it was always a very big turn on.

So men, what is the most erotic part about abduction for you?

 (Contributor A)

To me, the initial capture and restraint is the most thrilling. Second would be the "reveal" at whatever place I was taken to, and third would be beong kept there for an unknown amount of time.

 (Contributor B)

While I'm able to switch into sub mode pretty easily, sometimes I like to be forced into it. Abduction roleplay has always been pretty fun because it's a way to get into subspace really quickly. I love the feeling of being carried or dragged off (again, by someone I trust) because it makes me feel powerless and like I am their captive being held for money or being forced to be their prisoner. Since, again, my bondage interests stemmed from abduction scenes, it gives me the chance to live out those fantasies.

(Contributor C)

As with the previous question, the most erotic part is that you are taken against your will, whether you like it or not. I think of it as a intro into force bondage.

Again, wonderful answers, and very sexy responses!   The eroticism of abduction to me all involves the unexpected loss of control.  You are being taken away against your will; you have no choice in the matter.  The event is happening whether you like it or not.  You do not know where you’re going, and you are at the complete mercy of your captors.  You can only trust that they know what they are doing, and know how to take care of you…if they are going to take care of you that is.

So my contributors…here comes the sweetest inquiry…what is your abduction fantasy?  How do you want to be taken away?

(Contributor A)

The fantasy is simple; to be caught, hooded, blindfolded, restrained, and taken somewhere. I wish there was a miracle "Bat Knock-out Drug" that would let me wake up somewhere safely LOL. To make the fantasy more real, I'd like the kidnappers to be unknown to me. I'd have friends set it up, but if I got somewhere and recognized their voices, some of the mystique might be gone. Of course, who says they have to say anything?

 (Contributor B)

I've had more than a few. :) A lot of them all have the common element of being carried away physically and being restrained, but I'd say the common one is like this:

I'm walking along, minding my own business (sometimes it's night time, sometimes it's day) and a limo with tinted windows comes up (sometimes just a regular, but fancy, car). All of a sudden, one or two well-dressed men get out of the car and go after me. Before I can run away, they punch me to get the wind out and then one throws me over his shoulder and tosses me in the backseat. They tie, blindfold, and gag me, and either stretch me out in the backseat and cover me under a blanket or they flank me. They mention that I'm a special package and that somebody would pay good money to get me back. It seems like a long trip, and I struggle against the leather car seats trying to untie my bonds, but we finally get back to their hideout. I get roughly picked up again, carried into the building, thrown down on a chair, and tied up again. They tell me they want me to remain as comfy as possible because I'll be there for a while. Sometimes there's even that hint of a threat that I'll be a special treat for one of them, but usually I find myself alone and trying to think of a way out.

 (Contributor C)

I would think one would have so many fantasies.

One fantasy would be I pull up on my drive way at home, as I am getting out the key to open the door, someone from behind grabs me and stuff a damp clothe in front of my mouth and nose and I pass out. When I awake I'm find myself bound and in gear.

Very, very hot, all of them dark and wonderful fantasies.

Let me share my own fantasy with you.

It starts late at night somewhere, on the street, at the dungeon, at the bar, I am outside when two large, muscled men in tight black shirts, leather gloves, jeans, boots and balaclava masks grab me.  One covers my mouth and gags me as he grips me from behind while his buddy grabs my legs and binds them.  I'm dragged over to a large van, the sliding door is open and they pull me inside.  I’m blindfolded and my hands and legs are tied up.  Once immobilized, one of my captors rests his hand on my chest and orders me to calm down while rubbing my body, assuring I’m going to be okay, that we’re "just going for a little ride."  It’s no use to struggle, he holds me tight in his big muscled arms as his friend drives us away.  The ride seems like it takes a while, all the time I’m being rubbed and caressed almost lovingly by my kidnapper.  We finally arrive at our destination and I’m carted inside, they put me down on a bed and finally remove my blindfold, I’m in a small prison cell. 

They never remove their balaclava; they change my rope restraints to leather wrist and ankle cuffs and string me up spread eagle to a St. Andrew’s cross.  They make remarks about how I’m their play toy for the time being, and continue to molest me, occasionally moving in for a kiss and then snarling in my ear instead.  They lay their guns out on a table in the room under a bare bulb, as well as other toys like floggers and candles.

During my imprisonment they flog me, they drip hot wax on me, they collar, leash, and tether me to the prison wall. I am fed out of a dog bowl for my meals, and bathed with a warm washcloth.  Even though I am a prisoner, they take gentle care of me.  When I am not being played with, they store me in the prison cell and sit down to discuss ransoms in front of me.  They never yell at me, but take care to make sure I am comfortable, all while making me their play toy.

Dear Readers, this fetish is very dangerous.  It can lead to serious situations that may be real abductions that lead to horrible circumstances, like excruciating painful injury…or even death.  You must be careful who you talk to about this fantasy.  Maybe even keep it a fantasy.  I heard of a person who would broadcast his position on his own website for abduction play, anyone could come and grab him off the street.  It stopped when it started to become too popular, and his captors began to fight among themselves for possession of him.  Thankfully he wised up about it and ceased it, which probably saved his life.  Others have not been so lucky.

As always, my Dear Reader,

 Play Safe.

DOMINATION

The third Sunday of this June I threw my final pre-contest travel fundraising event called DOMINATION.  Things had, leading up to that point, been time and emotion consuming.  It wasn't until Sir Dino was given the title of California Leather Sir 2012 that things started to shift in a negative direction.  A lot of confusion started to rise to the surface, and I really had little idea as to why or what was really going on.  So I was grateful when Sir Michael and his boy Josh had come over to help me out.

We had enjoyed an afternoon together visiting Doughboy's Army surplus shop and browsing the aisles stuffed with military gear.  I was quite taken with the rubber boots they were selling in the back of the store, dreaming of the day when I would plunge my body deep into a thick clay pit and struggle with pleasure against the earthy bondage of the mud.

That evening Sir Dino came to my aid when a friend of mine couldn't make it due to a miscommunication, and he manned the door.  Evan did a wonderful job of selling jello shots, and during which he found the time to make several costume changes!  Very impressive!  Jeff sold raffle tickets, and my puppy Cockpit was able to come and be my prize table guard dog!

It was after the introductions that I called Sir Dino and Cockpit to the stage and began my speech explaining my Muir Cap and why I wore it, I explained that I understood the symbolism of dominance behind it, that I treated it with deep respect, that I have seen it on both tops and bottoms in leather art, and that I would wear it out to the bars with no more apprehension.

Here is how I obtained my cover.

Last year, at Folsom 2011, my puppy Cockpit took me to Mr. S Leather and we browsed around for a bit. I went over to the wall where they displayed their stock of Muir Caps and I tried one on, looked at myself in the mirror and mused about being bestowed with one, and earning my cover. I asked Cockpit how I looked in it and he nodded approvingly. I replaced it on the wall and we went around the store some more. When it came time to leave he looked at me and said "Okay! We're leaving, go grab your cover." I was confused, did he mean...? Yes! He was serious. He was seriously buying me a cover. Heart filled with excitement and gratitude I chose one off the wall and my puppy purchased it for me as a gift.

My puppy had presented me with my cover.

Knowing full well that Muir caps were taken very seriously by members of the more traditional community of leather, I made sure to treat my own with the respect and care it deserved. I never played around with it, spun it on my finger, tossed it haphazardly on the bed, or do other such things that people may do with an old baseball cap. I researched on traditions concerning the cover: never wearing it backwards, taking it off and placing it on one's own head with both palms on either side of the cap, never touching the brim for any reason whatsoever, and tucking it gently under one's arm when the cap was not worn.

I also read that one earns their cover in more traditional circles of leather with prerequisites. One of which that I can recall is being of service to one's leather community. Well I knew that I was being of service to my community by throwing events for leather men and women to attend and to enjoy as one of my roles as a titleholder, as many seemed to complain that there was a horrible shortage of such. I also would take every opportunity I could to educate people on what different aspects of the leather world meant, as well as encourage safe sex, and to educate people on safe kink and fetish play.

One thing I am well aware of is that traditional leatherfolk get really pissed when Muir caps aren't respected or misrepresented, so when I do wear my cover in public I make sure that I am aware of my behavior, as I am not only representing my title which bears both the entire state of California leather boys as well as the southern region (long story, for another time), I am representing the leather world to the masses who may be ignorant of what leather is and only see things like "the village people" or "freaky kinky guys". As such I act in a respectful and welcoming manner. My goal is to have them walk away from our brief passing with a sense of "Wow, that leather guy was really nice...I have no reason to be afraid of them."

What my cover means to me, is that it is a symbol of respect and loyalty from my puppy, Cockpit. A pup who has shown me such generosity in flying me to San Francisco many times in order for me to be able to attend events like Folsom Street Fair, the San Francisco K-9 Unit's Puppy Park, and even to Chicago to experience IML. As a symbol of support and love as he has given me moral, emotional, and physical encouragement when I needed it. He has guided me and assisted me into improving upon myself and overcoming my personal difficulties and challenges. And after all of these gifts, all he asks in return from me is time spent together with him on the end of my leash or a day to save for him.

So of course I will wear my cover, I will proudly wear it. Every moment I wear it, it is a "thank you", and "I love you" to my wonderful All-Star Golden Retriever, Puppy Cockpit.

My speech was received with little fanfare, and a few "awws" were audible when Cockpit hugged me, but I didn't care about what they thought anymore.  All I was concerned with was my puppy.  

The evening continued with meeting guests and mingling with friends both old and new.  I finally was able to meet a pair of men in motorcycle gear from a fetish social network that I had been talking to for a while, Icebike and his partner.  Both of whom looked incredible in their biker armor and helmets.  Very eye catching, and such nice gentlemen as well!  I look forward to meeting them again.

At the end of the night, after another speech, we raised almost $400.00, but I always look at the end total and think to myself "I can do better than that!" However that doesn't make me any less happy or grateful to receive the generous donations people provided me in order to compete in the contest I worked so hard to travel to and represent at.  

It was unfortunate that evening wasn't as fun as my other events had been.  A lot of emotional turmoil had been going on concerning titles, and patches, and other such nonsense that it had distracted me from really having the best of times with my friends.  However even during all of that, I promised myself that I would never give up the leather world.  Not after all of this hard work, not after all of the support, not after so many people stood up to stand behind me, their hands on my back to keep pushing me forward.  My petty little problems and frustrations are not worth tossing away such wonderful people who have given me and continue to give me so much.

I'm doing this for them.  So we can see more leather out there.  So people aren't terrified of a man in full leather gear walking down the street, or abhorred by the sight of him holding the leash of his slave boy as they head into the bar.

This is so much fun, I love sharing it with you.

Play Safe, dear Reader.

A Birthday Present for a Dom

An evening in mid June this Summer I was picked up by Sir Donny and his husband after working to complete a slew of jello shots for an event I was throwing the Saturday of that week.  We had a delightful dinner followed with hilarious conversation concerning unintentionally racist / stereotypical characters of a local amusement park's newest addition to their list of attractions.  Afterward we headed to Sir Donny's new house and changed into our leather gear.

We shared intimate moments with each other, and I was then tied to the bed and rendered helpless, as Sir Donny tortured me mercilessly with his massage wand on my crotch, I moaned and screamed in ecstasy!  I didn't want it to stop! It was so wonderful!  I wanted to explode so badly, but I didn't want it all to come to an end!  Sir Donny finally showed mercy and ceased my torture but only in order to change his boots.  He changed his footwear from leather boots to his sexy sport bike boots, and trampled my rock hard, but exhausted manhood!

I thanked him over and over! I was in such bliss! All I wanted was to serve him, do whatever he desired of me or of my body.  I was his boy toy, his play thing!  Then the moment I had been yearning for finally came to be.  Sir Donny asked me,

"What do you want, boy?"

"To please you, sir!"

"How do you want to please me?"

"To take you inside me!"

"How, boy?"

I looked him right in the eye, "I want your big, meaty cock inside my eager, tight, boyhole! Tonight!"

"Good boy!"

He stretched and fingered me with care, his gentle touch is a warm reminder of his trustworthiness, as he cares for my well being and my physical comfort.  Then, rolling on and lubing up a condom over his throbbing member, he slowly entered me.  Oh his meaty cock deep inside of my body, it was all so amazing!  So wonderful!  He fucked me so gently, I begged for his dick, I wanted all of him inside of me!  Thrust after thrust! Fuck me, sir!  He sped up! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yessir! Come on, sir!

He exploded inside of me and just knowing that he did was more important than weather or not I felt it.  He remained there for a while, I focused on feeling him connected to me that way, the most intimate way two men can be together.  Then it came to be his husband's turn.  He slid on a rubber as well, lubed up nicely, and slide inside of me easily.  Oh he felt so smooth and slick!  I growled and snarled in pleasure!  I egged him on! "Come on! Fuck me! Gimme all you got! Yeah! YEAH!" He slammed my ass and finally erupted, all at the encouragement of Sir Donny.  His husband slumped over me, he was completely exhausted!  I was the contrary, riled up, hungry for some boy's sweet tight ass!  I wanted to fuck and fuck hard!  However, he was far too tired, and I wouldn't dare ask Sir Donny.

I was ordered to jerk off for Sir Donny and I did so with great pleasure.  It took me ages to get off, I wanted it so bad, as Sir Donny said at one point "He may be trying too hard." I know I was.  I was overheating, but why wouldn't I?  Sir Donny is so incredibly hot, especially when he talks dirty to me, and when his husband makes out with me at the same time.  When I finally did blow my load, it came at a terrible price.  My right calf cramped up into a horrific charlie horse and denied me my pleasure of orgasm.  Fear not, the night was hardly ruined, as knowing that my body was a pleasurable and delightful birthday present to Sir Donny filled me with a boy's pride of service to a studly dom such as he.


Happy Birthday sir, and Play Safe Dear Reader.

Los Angeles Pride 2012

The morning of June 10th, Cockpit and I went up to Los Angeles and marched in the L.A. Pride Parade.  It was a huge mess of color, balloons, music, streamers, and rainbow flags!  Earlier before we had headed up I read that the puppies had no representation, so I volunteered to be part of the puppy group for Los Angeles.  Cockpit lent me a puppy hood to wear and Sir Dino handed me the Leather Puppy flag, but unfortunately Cockpit and I were the only ones there pupping out, no one else came! I couldn't hold the flag all by myself, I had to hold Cockpit's leash!  That's when Sir Dino came up and clipped the flag around my neck so I wore it like a cape.

I was representing all the leather puppies, and walking my dog at the same time. I felt like a superhero!

The parade was so much fun, as they always tend to be, the overload of positive energy, the screaming spectators, all the support for everyone marching in the parade!  I want to march in every Pride Parade in California!  I even passed by a submissive of mine, Marc, I woofed in his face and he didn't even recognize me!  As we marched on Cockpit told me that the protester's booth was nearly empty, save for one person on a megaphone and a few sign holders.  Not that you could really see them, as people had come out to hold up a huge paper wall to block them from view.  How sweet, thank you guys!

The parade ended at a fork in the road, Cockpit, myself, and a handful of the leather contingent walked down to the back end of the festival and were let in by security.  Cockpit went off leash to find a hydrant and I found Sister Unity Divine and gave her a card to my blog (I certainly hope he's enjoying it), Cockpit returned and we explored the festival a bit, had lunch of questionable Chinese food, and I returned the puppy flag once I finally learned who the owner of it was.

A bit more exploration and we discovered Oil Can Harry's had a line dancing room.  A whole room filled with cowboys and a few cowgirls dancing in almost perfect sync   Watching the hotties in cowboy hats and sexy boots and I was drooling on the sidelines, while Cockpit went to grab us drinks.  I got ballsy and went up to the DJ, who happened to be a former titleholder, and a man who I find extremely sexy and attractive, and gave him a contact card and a card to my blog as well.  Overheated and hungry, Cockpit and I took our leave and headed out.

I always enjoy Pride season, and I've decided that I'd like to march in every Pride Parade in California!  Not all in one year, mind you, I'd have to be Pride hopping like crazy! More realistically, make a punch card, and add pictures as a collection of Pride marches.

Play Safe my dear Readers, and as always, Thank You Cockpit.

A Day at the Fair, A Night at the Bar

June 10th, I went up to the Los Angeles Pride fair and after a little bit of wandering around, made my way over to Erotic City where I was able to meet one of the authors of the Leatherman's Handbook!  We talked a little, and I gave him my cards, and then met up with a few friends of mine in the cigar tent.

I found my good friend Steve, that wonderful giant of a man, and hugged on him, feeling his big burly arms around me was so relaxing and comforting.  I rested my head on his chest and told him I loved it when he hugged me so close and tenderly.  He suddenly cursed and pushed me away!  Apparently my head had rested on his radio, and the entire volunteer team had heard what I said.  Whoops...

I met with two very cute porn stars at their sales tent, and then left to head to Pistons for Kontrol.  Meeting Sir Dave and his boy Alex at the bar I (excitedly) became their on stage demo bondage boy, under boy Alex's hand I was tied in a Peach bondage, and then flogged by Sir Dave! Sweet bliss, to be struck by that stud, his salt and pepper hair and beard, his manly voice, his strong hand! Oh, thank you sir!  I showed them my deep gratitude by kissing their boots, afterward I was stood up and bound by boy Alex once more.  I didn't catch the name of this tie but I could have lasted an entire evening in it, I was so comfortable.

Released, I stepped offstage and mingled a bit with the crowd, I saw Dennis who was dressed in a skin tight outfit that made him up like a burglar in the night, sexy! Troy gave me another one of his intense massages, which released the tension that I store in my shoulders. I met up with Sir Dino, Paloma, and boy Jr.

We got to talking about a certain individual who had been making me angry as of late with his actions, and I slipped into a bit of a rant, and when I came to my conclusion, I realized that, without noticing, I had built up an suitable audience of friends and other titleholders.  I don't even remember what I said, or what I was even angry about, I just hope I didn't say anything damning or hurtful.  I really detest being angry and do everything I can to stay far from that emotion as possible.

My evening came to a close as Sir Dave, and his boy Alex drove me home.  I got to talking to Sir Dave on the ride home, and let him know that I was interested in experiencing knife play under his hand.  The idea of it scares me, but I trust him and the experience would definitely be worth writing about.  Much to your amusement and entertainment, I'm sure, dear reader.


Play Safe.

Fetish of the Month 2012: September - Leather

I've been waiting to organize this one for a while now! I knew it would be one of the bigger posts, as leather is quite popular in the kink and fetish scene, as well as a developed subculture with differing levels of intensity and devotion by its members.  Thick, black, heavy, and strong, leather symbolizes a lot, and is generally the first image that comes to mind when someone mentions "kinky" or "fetish".  Well, to me it is anyway!

Enough of that, let's get started! We have plenty of wonderful contributions to the blog this month and I thank all of you whom participated! Especially to those who sent in these mouth-watering photos! My blood rushes with excitement!

First question, gentlemen! How did you discover leather as a fetish?

(Leporello)

Leatherguyohio


Well, i've liked leather and have been attracted to it ever since i could remember - i think that it's both sensual and powerful. i love how it touches all the senses, but also that it has a sinister edge to it - bad guys in movies/tv seemed to wear leather, the robbers/killers etc.


AtomicDanny


I've been turned on by leather almost as long as I can remember. I can remember watching Mad Max on HBO as a kid and getting really excited that we were all going to be able to wear those sexy costumes in the future! 

I grew up in a pretty small town, so there wasn't a lot of leather around. There were some bikers in town (though they didn't wear their leather particularly well), and some of the punker kids wore leather jackets and spiked wristbands. Of course, I was always trying to be friends with them. This was before the Web, so there wasn't an easy way to see hot guys wearing leather, but luckily, my mom's boyfriend had a subscription to Easyrider magazine, which I would always look at when he wasn't home. It was mostly topless women on motorcycles, which I wasn't all that interested in, but every once in a while, there would be a picture of a young, built guy wearing chaps, a leather vest with no shirt underneath, fingerless leather gloves... Those were the ones that I made a mental photocopy of. When I got older and came out, I realized, Hey, there's a whole huge group of people who are into the same thing! Awesome! 


Pup Don

(Pup Don)

When I was in my early 20's I was working as an audio tech at a phone sex company in Pittsburgh. Everyone there was gay and I had just come out. The internet wasn't around then like it is now so you had to read erotica in books and magazines. We had every magazine that we advertized in so we could check to make sure they were running our ads, and when they were done checking we could all borrow them. That's where I discovered magazines like Bound & Gagged and Drummer. Plus, a lot of the gay adult story magazines would often have kink oriented stories. I remember the very first time I saw a picture of a guy in Bound & Gagged spread eagle on a sling with his arms and legs restrained, his balls tied up and being pulled away from his body by a rope attached to the ceiling and a blindfold and gag in his mouth. I totally freaked out. I closed the magazine and threw it aside. The guys in the office thought that was funny. Then, when nobody was looking I'd sneak a peek at it again. Over time I'd sneak a look at the rest of the magazine. Then I'd seek out leather stories in all of the magazines we had. After a while I started going to the Pittsburgh Eagle and looking for others who had the same interest that I did. It never really manifested fully until I moved to LA and found the leather scene here. Then I was really free to explore without fear of what others would think. And once I realized that this was who I am I had no problem telling all the people I was worried about in the past, because I knew if they couldn't handle it then maybe they weren't as good as friends as I thought.


Another really good thing about that job was that we recorded phone fantasies, and through recording the various actors and creating the tapes that we played on our phone lines I got quite an education in many aspect of the kink world. So when I started exploring myself already had a world of knowledge to draw from, it was just time to put it to practical use.

And that picture from Bound & Gagged... years later when I found myself in exactly that same situation I remembered throwing that magazine aside and was really happy with myself that I went back and picked it up again rather than letting fear keep me away.



Shawn Kinnear


I was an interesting kid, in middle school I had the dyed hair, the mohawk, wore all that cool clothes that you know you always wanted when you were a kid. My eight grade graduation I wanted to be cool and wear rock star clothes, so in shopping for my nights attire I stumbled into a Wilsons Leather and felt an odd attraction to all the items in the store. I ended up finding a pair or leather pants that i loved and bought. Well attending my own graduation in leather pants went over like a fart in church.....but i loved all the attention it brought. When I was in high school I lived in a small town and had no access to anything "gay" or even leather related. I got my first computer with internet access in 2002 and found the wide world of internet porn. I knew i was gay and started hunting down all the hot online pictures. 

(Shawn Kinnear)

I dont remember when or how it happened but I came across a site that was leather oriented, and from that point i was hooked. I must have been about 15 years old at this time, and would occasionally wear the leather pants, which at this point I had to squeeze into, around the house or out with friends but kept them kind of hidden usually. Through high school I took on a hard closed off attitude and wore what I pleased. I remember these bright blue leopard print pants which one of my teachers called "come fuck me pants" that I used to love....looking back...not so nice a comment..but accurate. After high school I really started to dive in to fetish. I moved to San Francisco and attended my first Folsom Street Fair, that year I wore a flight suit and felt so sexy but seeing all the leather made me want it more. Soon after i was buying all the leather I could from used clothing stores and anywhere i could find it.


Leporello


In high-school I took pictures for the yearbook.  There was a boy in a grade above mine that wore a leather perfecto.  Fuck he was hot—with long straight black hair and kissable lips!  I used the yearbook gig as an excuse to snap a pic.  It was then I knew; there was something about the whole bad-boy look that got me going and leather as part of that made it better! 

In college I had a perfecto of my own and loved the look, the smell, and feel.  I loved how my own confidence picked up while wearing it and how other seemed to notice that confidence.  They say clothes make the man, and I liked who I was in it. 

One item begets another and it wasn’t very long until I bought my first pair of pants.  I went to U-Bahn Leather in the village and tried on a pair of basic tight-fitting leather jeans.  It made me too excited and while in the changing room I realized I had made a wet spot inside the fly—they were perfect!


Tom Pardoe

(Tom Pardoe - Photo by Jay Lawton)

How did you discover leather as a fetish? As I recall, it had something to do with putting on a leather jacket and gettin a woodie. That was 1983. 

Sir Dino


I had discovered Leather in high school around my Jr. year. I had been sneaking in to this night club in my home town, it wasn’t a leather bar. I had seen these to guys that had came in one night dressed in leather pants and jacket. I have seen this before at pride and had found that these men are hot. Well after a dink or two I had the courage to talk to them. That night they took me under their wings and open the door to fetish. I was with them for almost 1 1/2 years.



Whew, what wonderful introductions to leather!  I remember that I had always admired the "bad boy" man on a motorcycle image, leather jacket and aviator sunglasses with big, skull-crushing boots for a long time, but my first introduction to leather was when I met my friend George V. outside of a bar here in Long Beach called the Mineshaft.  He walked up and gave me a leather jacket, his first leather jacket and he passed it down to me.  When I first wore it, the jacket felt so big, too big, like I wasn't ready for it yet, but as the night progressed and I stayed inside the heavy leather it began to grow on me.  By the time we left the bar, I couldn't take it off! I loved the way it made me feel, like wearing a light coat of armor.  It boosted my confidence, it made me feel like a real man!  When I saw how I looked wearing it, I fell even deeper in love with it.  The masculinity, the strength, the powerful image, it made me even more excited.

Not to mention the smell of leather, the feel of it underneath my fingertips, the sound it made when it made that satisfying creak sound, and yes...even the taste of it.  All wonderful essences of the black material that drive me wild!

So, gentlemen, what do you find so erotic about leather?



Leatherguyohio

i love both the worship aspect as well as the submission aspect of it

AtomicDanny


There are actually a few things about leather that I find erotic: The first is the weight of it. I love how heavy and thick it feels. It hangs a special way on a person, like no other material, because of its weight and thickness. The second is the shininess of it. I've always been turned on by shiny, smooth things like leather (and nylon). The third is the smell. The smell of leather is almost intoxicating. The fourth is the fit: I like leather to be fairly tight; it should accentuate and enhance a guy's natural body shape. The way tight leather can almost be like a second skin is really hot. Maybe that's why I'm not really into baggy leather. 


Pup Don


That's an interesting question. The word "Leather" represents so many things. There's the great tradition of the gay men who have build this entire scene out of hot man on man leathersex. There's the community of like minded people who enjoy the social as well as the sexual side of this brotherhood. Then there's the leather itself. On the surface it's just a material. But for the leather fetishist it can be anything from the look, feel and smell of it, to the erotic image of a man clad entirely of cowhide. I don't have a leather "fetish". The material itself does not turn me on. But there is a power in it that brings about a transformation in anyone who wears it. Well, no, I take that back. Not anyone who wears it, but anyone who wears it and gets it. There's a history to it, a tradition. Anyone who puts on full leathers and has that burning desire in their soul, and a respect for all the people over the years who put their heart and soul into creating this mass sexual energy, is sexy. It doesn't matter how big or small, heavy or skinny, muscular or not, there is an energy that permeates your being and you are walking breathing sex. And when you get a room full of men who are of that same mind set the erotic energy is so strong you can taste it. You see a man in a harness and chaps, and you see the look in his eyes that it's not just a costume for the night but it's part of who he really is, and there's a feeling of anything goes. It may or may not happen between the two you but you can sense there is this feeling that you and he share a connection. And that he could be standing there one moment casually chatting with friends and the next he could be on his knees in the bathroom drinking someone's piss or wielding a flogger leaving glowing marks of red across another man's back. He could be a Keyholder, a Urinal, a Puppy, a Master, a Slave, a Daddy, a Boy, a Skin, a Punk, a Boss or any combination thereof. And in that moment that you stare into his eyes you know that he knows the exact same thing about you. That, my friend, is what is most erotic about leather.

(Pup Don)

Shawn Kinnear


Leather to me has many levels that appeal to different senses. On visual appearance a man in leather just exudes masculinity and sex, the way the proper garments can make a man go from your average joe to DADDY or SIR. A man in a biker jacket, tight leather pants, leather shirt and a cap just get me going.....ROCK HARD kind of going. The smell of leather is another aspect I love, even non leather folks love how leather smells. The feel of leather on myself just amplifies the sensory overload even more. The way its so tight in all the right places and accentuates the male form, its smooth and soft feel exciting your fingers as you run them up and down a mans body.

(Shawn Kinnear)

Leporello

I think it’s a combination of the weight, smell and feel.  A good leather garment is like a second skin and yet the weight reassures you that you’re protected.  The garment can be tight yet it has give; it molds to your shape and just looks hot!  —but the smell is unique.  You may look good in a jean jacket or a football jersey or even a track suit, but none have that distinctive smell.  It’s like a pheromone that just makes me wild!

Tom Pardoe

(Tom Pardoe)

One can be bound by it and set free at the same time.

Sir Dino


What is most erotic for me is the energy exchange between the Dom and the sub. And our mind, we can be what we want to be, and set our self in a different place and mind set.



Wow, it is getting really hot in here! Hot damn! I'd have to say that the most erotic thing about leather to me is the aura of power and authority it exudes. The aloofness a guy in a heavy, black leather jacket gives off behind a pair of aviators, denim jeans, and big heavy boots.  Black as the darkest of night, unlike rubber's sinister nature, leather casts a different shadow one of a cold, intoxicating apathy.  Selfish, it just wants to fuck you, deep and hard, and when it's finished, leave you in the alley to shiver in the cold.  It will not call you until it wants to.  However, the man wearing the leather can infuse his own energy into it, bring it warmth, wrap it around you and protect you in the night.  Care about you. Love you, but still keep that masculine energy strong and worthy of worship.

Which brings me to the final question, the one I'm sure you all are drooling for, throbbing and ready...so, what's your leather fantasy?



Leatherguyohio

getting used by a powerful guy in leather

AtomicDanny

(AtomicDanny)

You always think you know the answer to this question until somebody asks it to you. Then you're like, umm.... It would have to involve a muscular young guy in a bulldog harness, chaps and leather gloves getting me all chained up and having his way with me. So basically, I'd just like to be in a Spencer Reed porno!


Pup Don


Two of my biggest fetishes are mind control and shaving. They fit in nicely with the leather scene because if you think about it, when a Master places a collar around the neck of a slave he takes over the slave's mind, body and soul. When a dogboy is on all fours he's not thinking about paying the rent or cleaning the house, the only person in his mind is the one holding the leash. So the idea of letting a guy not only control my body but to also get inside my mind and control me to the very core of my being is a huge turn on for me. So my biggest fantasy is to be taken by a big strong leatherman, have him look deeply into my eyes and get inside my head, and wipe my mind so clean that his words are my only thoughts and his wishes my only desires. He restrains me to a table, shaves me totally from the neck down, all the while reinforcing the idea that by removing my hair he's removing my independence, my will, my individuality, and making me totally his. The hair on my head and facial hair is up to his whim, to decorate me as he sees fit. He puts a collar and leash on me and uses me as nothing more than a living sex toy. And in that moment that's all I want to be. I feel the leather sting of his floggers, the sharp ecstasy of his violet wand. I taste the thickness of his boots with my tongue. I am his completely.


Shawn Kinnear


Hmm now this is an interesting question, I have actually played out a lot of my fantasies and had new fantasies unfold as the encounters happened so I will tell you of one I have already had.I had decided to go out to the Eagle here in San Francisco, and have my self a few drinks and maybe get lucky. I dressed in a leather shirt, chaps, jeans, and cowboy boots and headed to the bar. Most of the night was uninteresting aside from the few men that caught my attention. I had cruised this hot leather man a few times but he seemed preoccupied so I gave up. Tall, maybe 6'01" about 190lbs. He was wearing a police uniform made of leather, tall riding boots, gloves, and a muir cap that suited him perfectly.  Having to piss I walked into the bathroom and pulled out my cock, I left the stall door open because I could care less if people watched. I head someone enter the bathroom and stop near my stall, I finished pissing and turned to walk out. Standing in the door of my stall was the leather cop I was cruising, one arm up against the stall wall the other on his belt buckle. I wasnt sure what to say at first In fact I dont remember what i said at all. It must have been good though since he laughed and walked into my stall. He pushed me against the wall and asked if I liked what I had been looking at all night. I immediately broke down into boy head space and replied, "Yes Sir." Hearing "sir" must have made his happy since upon saying it he pulled me to him by my shoulder and shoved his tongue in my mouth. My hands groped his body feeling his leather and pulling him in closer to me. He broke the kiss and told me I was his for the night.......I didnt fight an offer..rather an order... like that. He took me to his apartment not far from the bar, he had the whole set up at his place. Sling, restraints, rope..everything. I was first told to take off my jeans which were under my chaps, after this while bare and exposed he took my cock in his mouth. After a few minutes he stopped and told me to put my chaps back on. Well I dont want to ramble on and on the night continued with a sling, being tied to his bed, tied to a bench and lots of fucking. LOTS

(Shawn Kinnear)

Leporello


I have so many!  I love a head-to-toe leather cop.  I think one-piece racing suits are hot!  I’m really into the leather sports gear and uniforms now available.  Take any of those images and apply it to the following scenario:
We, both the top and me are in full gear.  I’m bound and gagged and subjected to multiple tortures at once.  I’m talking plugs, electro, clamps and the kitchen sink!  That’s the making of a good time!


Tom Pardoe

What is your biggest erotic fantasy with leather? I'm sure the biggest was when I was cracked out on meth years ago. So, I can't remember...but it was the biggest...that, I remember. I really don't have one at the moment. I'm too busy making them real. 

Sir Dino

(Sir Dino)

I have a big fetish for sports gear. So that said, the hottest thing 

would be for me is. Being a coach for a football team and dominate the 

team... Woof!!!

The realm of a horny man's mind is absolutely amazing! Deep, dark secrets just waiting to be revealed in the best way!  Let me share one of my leather fantasies with you, gentlemen.

It starts late at night in a bar, dark and seedy, dimly lit in red.  I've had my fill of booze for the night, and my head is buzzing, relaxed and grinning I watch the other men play in the corners, making out in full force. The air hot, and moist with the energy of desire.  Then I spot him at the other side of the bar.  Tall, 6'5", slender, and armored to the brim with dark, intimidating leather.

I start at his feet, tall polished harness boots that reach up to just below his knees. My eyes move up his legs, leather pants with a basket weave belt complete with a big, rectangular brass buckle.  His jacket is sealed shut with the waist belt, like the belt before, big brass buckle, heavy leather, and thick. A Sam Brown assures me that he means business, accenting his jacket.  His sleeves snake into a pair of thick gauntlet gloves, which grasp a bottle of beer nearing its exhaustion.  My eyes work up the sealed zipper up the center of his chest, opened at the top like a black flower, leather petals on either side to a strong jaw graced with black stubble. His light skin lit softly by the dirty red light above him, shadows from the brim of his Muir cap shade his eyes.  On the center of his Muir cap, above the reflective brim, and metal band shines a metal badge. A snarling wolf with bared teeth graces the relief.

Suddenly, he raises his head and a pair of piercing eyes strike into my heart, stunning me. I can't look away, I've been caught!  Shit!  The fear gripping my spirit is strong! Like black magic, I can't move! I can only watch helplessly as he rises from his bar stool and makes his way over to me, his broad frame marching through the bar like a predatory beast closing in on the kill.  He stops in front of me and a deep voice comes forth from his lips.

"You lookin' at me, boy?"

My body is frozen, I'm shaking. I dare not lie or pad the truth, lest he destroy me.

"Y-yes, sir." I meekly answer.

He steps closer, any distance between us is now gone. I have to look upward to look at his face. My gaze drops, but a gloved hand firmly grips my chin and forces me to look up and a piercing set of light blue eyes.  I'm paralyzed.  My heart is beating fast and furiously. I'm terrified.

"You like what you see, boy?" he growls.

I can't speak, my voice lost, I open my mouth to try to answer but as I struggle to spit out a reply he grips my neck with a gloved hand and forces me up against the wall, his leg in my crotch.  No way out.  His strength is intense, I catch a whiff of testosterone and my head immediately swims, focus completely lost, I'm in a haze.

"Then show me how much you like it."

I drop to my knees as he releases his grip on my throat, my tongue meets his boot and I lap hungrily, greedily, on my hands and knees.  He places his free boot on my back and pushes down, I am his to dominate.  I feel his watchful gaze on me, I strive to lick his boot like no other boy has before! He has been so gracious to present me with his boot! I am so lucky! After he is satisfied he reaches down and pulls me back up, and stares into my eyes.

"My bike's out front, boy. I'm takin' you for a ride." nodding to the front door.

He grips my belt and makes his way to the front door, me helplessly in tow. Outside, a black, custom cruiser motorcycle sitting under the lamppost is bathed in the pale yellow light.  The license plate reads "LTHRWLF" with a chain frame. My heart races as he drags me towards the beast of a machine, and we stop.  He reaches into his jacket pocket and presents a leather collar and pierces me again with his gaze.

"You have a choice boy, you can take a chance, ride with the Wolf and wear my collar tonight, or I get on this bike alone and you never see me again.  What's it gonna be?"

I look at him, then at the bike, then back at the bar.  I make up my mind, and kneel before him, head down.  I feel the leather wrap itself around my neck, and I'm pulled up once more.

"Good boy." he says with a gentle smile.  He exudes a softer energy now, warmer, but still firm.  He mounts the beast, and revs the engine.  He directs me to the bitch seat and I mount it, sliding my hands on his hips, a shiver takes my body, and we ride off into the darkness of the night.  My destination and fate a complete mystery.

(Shawn Kinnear)

Play Safe Dear Reader.

The Tall Man with the Sleepsack.

The second Friday in June this year I headed up to the Socal Bondage Club with my puppy Cockpit, along the way I texted an acquaintance who I had played with earlier that week.  We had talked about meeting there that night all week, so I was greatly disappointed and slightly angry when he told me he wouldn't be there because he "had forgotten about it."

When we arrived, the dungeon had taken on a new look, as they had seriously remodeled since our last visit.  The gigantic black door was replaced by a smaller door which in fact looked as if it had just been ripped from the front of a house in Orange County! It gave the front a very homey feel, but I miss the big, intimidating dungeon door.  This one is more efficient though.

We settled in, and I saw a very large man enter with his own bag of gear and toys.  He was huge!  Cockpit and I admired him for a short time, not knowing who he was.  He approached me and said "Let's get you tied up!" I looked at Cockpit, who had been admiring him just as I was and felt a little bad being approached instead of my puppy, being given a lot already I wanted him to have fun too.  However the nod and smile Cockpit gave me encouraged me to accept.  The man asked if I remembered him, which is always a dreaded question I encounter.  Meeting many people, seeing many faces I easily forget and feel bad every time I cannot recall a name or a face.  He then continued with "We met at IML!" As if by lady fortune slapping me upside the head, I instantly knew who he was! I called out his name excitedly and hugged him!

He put me inside of his leather sleepsack, and strapped me in.  This is a fun little mistake, as I was then tortured as my balls were slapped lightly, I was tickled mercilessly. Cockpit betrayed me and joined in my torture with a vibrator to my crotch, watching me squirm helplessly.  I was blindfolded, teased with denied kisses, and tickled further.

So much fun!

When I was completely exhausted, and couldn't take any more funishment, I was allowed to rest, and I slipped away into a light doze.  My body held by the leather sleepsack, warm and safe, bound to the table in the main room.  He gently woke me back up a little while afterward, and I was released from my leather prison.  He then put himself inside, and the roles reversed!

I was in control now, and he was very clear as to what he wanted, so clear in fact that the term "topping from the bottom" rang true for our situation.  I really enjoyed kissing him, he heartily enjoyed his vibrator on his dick, and a little cock slapping as well made for a fun scene.  His time in the sleep sack wasn't as long as my period, and he was out sooner than me.  We moved over to the throne after cleaning our space, and I enjoyed a seat on his lap.

He stroked me, my cock rock hard, and encouraged me to jerk off right there seated on his lap.  I was apprehensive at first, I may be an exhibitionist but I'm not always parading around naked.  Seeing that the present company was hardly bothered by it, if not encouraging of this, I went for it.  Being in his huge arms was comforting, and riled me up, peaking and finally shooting my pent up load!

It was a fantastic night, and I'm thrilled I was able to play with him, and I look forward to our next encounter!


Play Safe my dear readers!

Dominating a Bound Boy

In the start of June I had a guest over at my apartment for the evening, a very handsome and very tall man whom I had met online.  We had negotiated beforehand, gotten to know each other before he came over, and we started the night with him in handcuffs clipped to the bungee cord wrapped around my doorframe.

I have been gifted with a bedroom that has an open space above the door so I may drape whatever I wish around the large resulting beam.  What hangs there now is a bungee cord with two metal clips, providing an excellent bondage point.

Once helpless I proceeded to molest him, he is considerably taller than I am and I find it wonderful to be able to play with taller men, especially when they dominate me, however it was a thrill to have someone who outranks me in height to be calling me "Sir".  It was definitely healthy for my ego to hear him moan, gasp, struggle, and call me Sir.  I was giving him pleasure and in return his happiness fed my own confidence and joy.

At times he would playfully resist my kiss, so forcing my tongue down his throat was even more fun than the usual make out.  Gagging him with a bandanna, I moved on to taking off his pants and furthering my molestation of my tall, bound boy.  I moved him over to the bed where I bound his ankles, and I uncuffed him to take off his shirt, he then struggled to to handcuff me instead!  I overpowered him and handcuffed him again, and as punishment for his blatant insubordination I tickled him mercilessly until he understood that he made a big mistake and apologized for it.

I then took my time enjoying his body, licking, caressing, teasing, and biting him until I felt ready for the night to come to its conclusion.  I began to jerk his sweet dick, which had been dripping with precum the entire evening.  He got closer and closer to his peak, I rubbed him faster, faster, faster! He finally shot his nice, hot load, and with the most satisfying of moans I've heard, filled with relief and ecstasy!

I soon joined him, after jerking my own meat and releasing a wonderful orgasm that had built up during the torture and pleasure I inflicted upon my handsome prisoner.  After some pillow talk later, I found that he was a former cowboy! Oh how lucky!  Tall, handsome, and I can just imagine him in a stetson and boots! Woof! What a night that might be!

I look forward to tying up a cowboy!

Play Safe Dear Reader!

CSW Leather 2012 and Skin Tight #1!

Back in the beginning of June this year, I had just an amazingly great day.

Started things off with a trip to the ice rink with my puppy Cockpit and a friend of ours to help me learn how to skate.  I'm like a baby deer when I'm on the ice, it's pretty pathetic.  The two had a ball teasing me while teaching me how to stay standing on the frozen floor.  The smell of the rink took me back to the days when I was a little kid learning how to figure skate (textbook gay, I know, shut the fuck up), of course there were men on the ice that nearly had me fall from distraction however I don't know how attractive I was, desperately clinging to the wall trying to learn how to merely stand without falling on my ass.

After our fun little lesson at the Ice Gardens, I joined up with boy Jr. and Sir Dino and we headed up to the Mr. CSW Leather contest, remarkably the contest was already nearing its end which is usually unheard of, as leather contests usually last until midnight when the winners are announced.  We watched as Kieron Ryan won Mr. CSW Leather 2012, and I cannot wait to see what he does with his title year and what kind of events he'll throw.

It was around 9:30pm when we headed down to Pistons for Skin Tight, their first rubber night event.  There were rubber furries and men in zentai there!  I was even invited into a sexy group cuddle! Oh that was heaven!  My body being molested by sexy slim men in rubber puppy gear, furries hugging on me, I met a puppy couple, Puppeh and TK, who were very nice and incredibly hot in their sexy gear! Woof!  Puppeh massaged my scalp with his paws, which was absolutely fucking amazing.

There was an array of fascinating gear and suits, an inflated dinosaur suiter named Zebra, and a beautifully dark Jackal gas mask with GLOWING PIPING! I shit you not, you could see this wonderful mask from across the fucking patio! It was magnificent! Seeing all the rubber hoods made me want to get a puppy hood of my very own!

Urgh! I love rubber! It's so dark, slick, and sexy! So sinister! Sensual! And the smell of it! Urf! I can't wait to have another molest pile, god that was fucking hot!


Play Safe my friends!

Fetish of the Month 2012: August - Cowboys

Hello my friends, this month is going to be about my current heartthrob of a fetish.  Down home guys, men of the land, we're talkin' about COWBOYS this month! YEE-HAW!

I've rounded up a group of fine, handsome gentlemen who are kind enough to tell me all about their cowboy fetish and what it means to them, so sit back and read on my friends!

First question to get the horse out of the stable is "How did you first discover cowboy gear"?


"Y. 

1) My fetish for cowboy gear was certainly driven by cowboy boots. When I was a kid some family friends came to visit and they had just done a trip to the USA and their son who was about my age came wearing a pair of red cowboy boots with natural soles and heels and pointed toes and lots of detail stitching on the shaft. I can remember those boots as if was yesterday. I recall just being totally fascinated with those boots. Later on in my early teens my best mates much older brother went on a road trip to western USA and came back with a pair of really cool square toe cowboy boots. At the time cowboy boots were in fashion but the ones you could get in the high street shops were pretty horrible clunky things with no finesse, but these boots that he got in the States were just SO much better styled and made. 

This guy was very fit and handsome and had great fashion sense too - so I was bessotted with him and his boots. Just couldn't keep my eyes off him in those tight jeans, tight t-shirt, leather jacket and boots. I loved it when he gave us a lift in his car - watching him pump those pedals in those boots was very hot. He wore those boots every moment of every day and they soon became really tatty and worn and the more worn out they got, the more they turned me on. A few times i managed to find them unattended in the house and tried them on. Instant wood!!!!! I loved the smell of them too, that leather just smelled so much stronger than regular shoes. Then one day I discovered he'd thrown those boots out - I was gutted!!! I would have given them a very loving home!!!  

Anyway shortly after he bought a new pair of boots and they were even more awesome than the first pair. They were mexican boots, the brand was La Grand Bota and they were dark blue with amazing multicolour stitching on the shafts. They had the most extreme pointy toes and very very undershot heels. One day I was winding him up and annoying him for a laugh and he kicked me in the ass with those boots - man i nearly came in my pants that instant. Again he wore those boots all time and they just got sexier each time. Seeing him drive in those boots used to make me so hard I could barely walk at the journeys end. He had those boots reheeled and resoled many times over the years and I was truly obsessed with them (and him) The first time I tried those boots on I was so horny that I was nearly sick with excitement as I slipped my bare feet into them. When I stood up in them they rocked right back on those undershot heels, that turned me on SO much and I was sporting one major raging horn. I wish I knew what happened to those boots... Well that got me into the whole cowboy thing and as time passed every part of the cowboy look got more and more attractive. Seeing a sexy guy in cowboy gear and sharp boots riding a powerful stallion at full gallop is a truly awesome sight to me. 

I can see how others may see it as bit corny or cliche but we can't control why or how our fetishes develop - they don't always follow the course of logic 

C.

Umm? Well? First off I am from a small town in Wyoming and grew up on a ranch. So discoverin cowboy gear was not an option it is a way of life.


Cowboybikers - Gearfetish 

1. First discovered cowboy gear as a very young child... the Marlboro Man was EVERYWHERE... (thanks to him I'm sure thats how I developed my smoking fetish too... but I digress) there was something so masculine and rugged about a man, in that gear, working cattle, riding horses, the true american lifestyle. The idea of being out, free in the middle of no where, the beautiful scenery. sliding on tight well worn wranglers, pulling the cowboy boots up by the strap... sliding the spurs on the heals and buckling them. Putting on a crisp fresh shirt, tuckin it in and sliding that big old belt and buckle to complete the getup... before putting on the pervy chaps, that just hug a man in the right places to show off his ass and bulge. Then the crown jewel, the cowboy hat. It makes the cowboy. A man with the wrong hat for his face can just ruin the image in my mind. 



Whew that was hot, guys! Woof!

I personally can't really pinpoint when I got into cowboy gear, most likely around my teenage years when I first started awakening to my own sexuality.  My favorite piece of cowboy gear is definitely the boots, my first pair of boots were given to me as a gift from a man I met online.  He drove to a local bar and we met outside, he dug into his trunk and brought them out a nice pair of simple black cowboy boots that he just couldn't fit in anymore and couldn't bear throwing away.  I'm certainly glad he didn't!

Let's keep 'er goin'! Next question is "What about Cowboy gear is erotic for you?"


Y.

2) Cowboy gear is erotic to me primarily I think because it is all about real men. Masculine men. But butch men that know how to dress to impress! Also there is the idea that these cowboys are out in the middle of nowhere and well when they get lonely there's really only one choice! The nature of cowboy work is very physical and so oftentimes these guys are very fit and well muscled. Watching a cowboy working hard in the dirt is a very sexy scenario for me - building up a good ol sweat. When i was a kid a friend of mine's dad went to the US on busuness and he brought back a suede cowboy jacket with a fringe across the shoulders and down the sleeves. I used to love trying that jacket on and the smell was amazing too. I'm sure that helped reinforce the cowboy fetish

C.

What is erotic about it? The feel of denim on your skin. The creak and smell of the leather from your chaps and saddle. The way a grass rope hums when you catch a cow and dally around your horn as your mount stops short to take out the slack.

Cowboybikers - Gearfetish

2. The idea of the cowboy gear being used for what it's purposes are, is whats so hot. The sweat, the hard work, the dirt and mud and just the visual appeal of a good lookin guy in tight jeans, chaps, boots and hat... ie... any Marlboro ad! 


Ohh yes, very nice answers, incredibly sexy guys! Making me all excited here!

For me, the image of a man in the tall boots, the dusty jeans, chaps, button up shirt, and the hat all pull it together to create a look of masculinity. The man on the horse, a beast tamer, nature lover, he's out in the middle of the desert alone under the stars by the campfire his hat over his face.  The rope at his hip provides a sense of he's in control and can gain control at any given time.  When I see a cowboy holding a whip, it gives him a look of power and intimidation.


Now here's the big kicker! The question that I love with all my heart!

"What is your biggest cowboy fantasy?"

Y.

3) My biggest fantasy would be a gay dude ranch. Stripping and fucking a sweaty muscled cowboy in the flat bed of a pick up truck would be super sexy - nude but boots only - hot!!!! 
Or maybe finding a gorgeous cowboy laying out in the midday sun, fast asleep. I'd seen him before and we made eye contact and exchanged furtive smiles previously. I watch him sleep for a while but then approach and undo the buttons of his torn and ripped jeans. I very gently caress his cock so as not to wake him and his hard on slowly grows. When it reaches its peak I soflty wrap my lips around the head of his dick and move slowly down that throbbing shaft and then gently move up and down until he slowly wakes in a moment of ecstacy. AS he opens his eyes blearily he gives me that same smile and glint in the eye and moves his hands to my head and runs his fingers through my thick hair. I suck him til he blows and I take his salty cum into my mouth and then I move up and firmly plant a kiss on his lips and we tongue each furiously exchanging his spunk from my mouth to his, where he swallows gratefully. I the pull those jeans right down to his boots and flip him over onto his stomach and part his pert buttocks and lick his hole until he is quivering with pleasure. Then I spit on my hand and lube my cock and slide it into him, he groans and wriggles with pleasure and maybe a little pain and I screw him royally until he can take no more!


C.

My biggest cowboy fantasy is to be loved by my best friend. 


Cowboybikers - Gearfetish

3. Biggest cowboy fantasy? To become a marlboro man, and honestly be a real one in the ads. I've always wanted that since I was little. Then be able to go out on a shoot with those guys... and have them tell me how much into gear they are, and use the shit out of me. Tie me up and each one breed me to make me a true Marlboro cowboy. Sort of an initiation right of the ranch. 


Fuck yes, there's gonna lots of hot dreams tonight! Thank you, boys!

My cowboy fantasy involves me heading out to a ranch, probably one out in the foothills or a desert, but definitely one a significant distance from civilization.  Out in the wilderness, I'll be invited to the ranch for the weekend by a handsome man named Chad.  He stands over me an easy 6 foot 4, short dark brown hair covered by a white stetson, dark brown eyes, dark scruff on his chin and sweat on his brow.  He wears his red flannel shirt open, his abs glistening with the sweat of a hard day's work.  His blue jeans are dusty and torn in places, his knees are the dirtiest, my eyes wander down to a pair of tall, black cowboy boots.  We wears a coiled rope on his hip, he was practicing his lasso techniques this morning, his brown work gloves are covered in hay.

He comes up close to me, that winning smile of his, wide and warm and thrilled to see me.  His hands grip my arms and pull me into his toned chest for a hug, I can smell the ranch on him! Sweat, hay, and the smell of horses cover his body as I am wrapped up in his arms.  His strong embrace makes me melt into him, until he breaks the hug and pulls me towards the barn out back.  He's been cleaning it this afternoon and just finished, he wants to show me.  He leads me to a big old two-story barn, the sun has been setting and it's getting dark.  A soft warm light is coming from within the front door, slightly ajar, an old fashioned oil lamp flickers from the rafters.  He pulls me inside, excitedly to reveal stacks of hay bales made into walls like a maze.  He flashes me a mischievous smile and steals a quick kiss before running into the maze of hay.  As he vanishes, he challenges me to find him on the second floor, that if I can climb the ladder he'll reward me with something very special.  I shiver with excitement, his southern drawl accent drives me wild.  I plunge into the maze and frantically begin my search, after many wrong turns and dead-ends I finally find the ladder, a bunch of daisies are set at the base of it as I look up I see him standing over the top of the ladder looking down at me, a daisy held in his teeth.

"Hey pardner." he says, beckoning me upstairs.  I eagerly follow, climbing as fast as I dare on the old wooden ladder.  When I reach the top I don't see Chad, but suddenly I'm tackled to the floor from behind, and I am in his arms once more, his grip is tight! Just how I like it!  His muscular frame holding me close as we laugh, his boots scraping the floor, making me hard.  Suddenly rope is wound around my wrists and ankles and I am hogtied before I know it.  I am rendered helpless and at Chad's mercy.  He kneels down and takes off his gloves, then takes my face in his hands, drawing close with a gentle smile he whispers in my ear.

"Looks like I caught some fun tonight."

His soft lips meet mine, and the lantern light falls from sight.

So keep it hot in the barn tonight boys, and Play Safe my dear readers!