October 26th, 2014
This morning my teddy bear boy James met me at my apartment after my shift at work, which was quite awful due to the cage Marc had locked me in the night prior. The whole morning was a long misery of pinching and aching. Halfway through work I called Marc and told him I couldn't be locked anymore and I needed out immediately after I was finished with my shift. Thankfully he arrived just a few minutes after I came home and found James waiting for me.
Once released, the pain vanished instantly and my mood rose several levels. I will not be locked in chastity again, that was terrible. Once free and saying goodbye to Marc, James and I headed out for an enjoyable lunch and dessert. When we returned to my bedroom I collared him, and cuddled his warm, beautiful body, so happy to be with such a sexy boy! He was pleased to be serving Daddy again! I also placed him in a leather jockstrap, jumped into my own, as well as my studded harness. I had some fun plans for my boy and told him to load up on water all day with me.
I fetched my neoprene cocksucker's hood and pulled it over his face, tied him up, and gently placed him underneath my desk, his head comfortably resting on some pillows and used him as my warm footrest as I worked on my computer and answered emails. A handsome, bound, helpless boy at my feet as well as some productivity, what a great time! After I had gotten a good amount written in my diary I took him out from under the desk and brought him to the bed, cracked open some apple ales in the fridge to speed along my surprise.
He soon needed to pee, and it was playtime. I took off his hood, collar, and restraints, stripped the both of us, and pulled him into the shower. I knelt down and put his cock in my mouth, smiling I nodded and let him know to just let go. He filled my mouth four times with his wonderful piss before I just couldn't drink anymore. I bathed in the rest of his flow, and he loved it as much as I did. When his stream came to an end, I stood and told him it was my turn. James knelt like the good boy he is and I gave him my own flow of piss, he obediently drank every drop of it before I had him rise to his feet and made out with him. He was not only my dear teddy bear boy, but also my piss piggy too.
He knelt down once more and I proceeded to throat fuck him, he told me how much he loved it when I got rough and nasty with him. He gagged hard, and I kept going, much to his delight and enjoyment. This pig gets nasty with daddy. We cleaned off once he had enough and returned to bed.
I cuddled my boy a bit before turning down the lights and put on some soft music. It was time Daddy showed his boy some loving. I collared him again and laid him down, slid a condom on his dick, and sucked him earnestly. I worked that cock nice and slow, intentionally, intimately, slurping, sucking, and swallowing his manhood as he moaned and slid into bliss. He said he was going to cum, I smiled and told him to blow his load for Daddy. A few passionate minutes more and he gripped the sheets, let out a heartfelt gasp of pleasure, and I felt his cock undulate as he pumped his load of cum into the condom in my mouth. I cuddled my dear exhausted boy in his afterglow, slid the condom off his cock, and turned him on his stomach. It was Daddy's turn.
I slid a lubed finger up his tight hole and loosened him up a bit before sliding on my own rubber, lubed it up generously, and entered my eager boy. His tight ass was perfect, he moaned in ecstasy about how much he loved to serve his Daddy, how much he loved my dick up his ass. I became hornier and hungrier the more he moaned and the dirtier our talk became. I made beautiful loving thrusts into his hungry, eager boyhole. I was getting closer, I turned him on his back so I could look him in the eyes as we continued our lovemaking, and then it all came to a climax! I blew my load! A hot, grand, tingling load of my cum deep inside of him.
I deeply kissed my beautiful boy and reminded him that his Daddy loved him very much. We held each other in the afterglow and afterward took a nice relaxing candlelit shower together. We went to dinner, enjoyed a drink, and then returned home and fell asleep in each other's arms.
He's such a wonderful boytoy.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Contained for the First Time
October 25th, 2014
Tonight Marc Bellenger picked me up for the evening. He instructed me to gear up in my football gear, as well as to pack some leather. We headed over to his place and once inside he let me know he had a surprise for me. I was instructed to close my eyes and drop my pants, I followed his orders and I felt him sliding something on my manhood. I figured it was a cockring because guys in the past have asked me if I wore one and when I admitted I didn't (mainly because my groin is sensitive hence why I'm not a fan of CBT) they would all urge me to get one.
He then placed something else on my dick, some arranging, painful pulling, then he was finished. He told me to look at my cock and when I opened my eyes I was stunned. My dick was locked inside a metal chastity cage! I was a bit afraid and otherwise unable to really react. I was his now, my dick belonged to the keyholder. I never felt so helpless before. Most times I always had an out, a way to say "No, I'm not doing that." This time I had no choice. It scared me a bit. I didn't like the idea of being out of control in this way too much, but it was with someone I knew and trusted.
He then had me polish his boots, then his leather. We had some fun conversation while I served his leather, at one point touching on the topic of Old Guard, then how it didn't exist and the mythos were created by the survivors of the AIDS crisis, and who were also the excluded or abstainers from the leather realm. I started to empathize with Marc on how hard living in that time must have been and started to break into tears, apologizing if I was ever disrespectful. He smiled and reassured me I was okay. After a long polish session we headed out to the 11th Annual Leather Halloween Party at this gorgeous manor of a house.
I felt a bit unique being in full football uniform at a leather party, and as we schmoozed and mingled I received so many compliments on the gear as well as playful pounding on my shoulder pads. Midway into the party Marc summoned me to him in the back yard and ordered me on my knees. He asked if I was thirsty and I was a bit surprised. Here? Now? Well, yeah we were at a leather kink party, so why not? I took his dick tip into my mouth and he began his flow. He filled my mouth with the most bitter piss I have ever had, I could only take three mouthfuls before I couldn't take the taste anymore. He had coffee that day and the taste was obvious, I thanked him for the experience and immediately grabbed a soda to rinse the awful taste out of my mouth.
After I finished it, Marc led me to a darkened corner of the yard behind some camouflage netting where a sling awaited. I took my place in the leather hammock, raised my legs onto the chains and Marc chomped down firmly on his cigar as he grabbed the chains near my feet and slammed his hips against my vulnerable ass, growling like a monster! I lay in that sling, in the darkness as this fully clad leatherman, glaring me down behind his sunglasses opened his fly and dry humped my padded ass. Such forceful slams, masculine grunts and snarls, and my moans of pleasure joining them in a melody of sexual energy rising until Marc released his load on me, leaving a welcome cumstain on my new gear.
He took a moment to regain himself before taking me out of the sling, and we rejoined the party, mingling the remainder of the night away. At one point I took a seat next to the firepit and gazed out at the guests. The sight of leather Daddies with their collared boys, as well as leathermen boyfriends kissing in the night made my heart turn a sad shade of green. It was thankfully interrupted by my friend Dennis and his buddy Todd sitting next to me. I hit it off very well with Todd and we were soon cuddling nice and close. I dozed off, quite comfortable with Todd in my arms, but once I woke up I found Todd long gone, like a cruel ending to a pleasant dream.
Marc and I soon took our leave, saying our goodbyes before he drove me all the way home. We arrived at my place, but I was still locked in his metal chastity cage. He said he might release me soon. I became nervous, I had a boy of my own coming to see me in the morning after my work shift, and I had promised him lovemaking. It felt so odd and very uncomfortable having the rights to my cock stolen from me by a man. He drove off after teasing me that he may or may not release me after a while.
I had to sleep very carefully that night, as my balls had become quite sensitive.
I really need to question my doms more...
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Tonight Marc Bellenger picked me up for the evening. He instructed me to gear up in my football gear, as well as to pack some leather. We headed over to his place and once inside he let me know he had a surprise for me. I was instructed to close my eyes and drop my pants, I followed his orders and I felt him sliding something on my manhood. I figured it was a cockring because guys in the past have asked me if I wore one and when I admitted I didn't (mainly because my groin is sensitive hence why I'm not a fan of CBT) they would all urge me to get one.
He then placed something else on my dick, some arranging, painful pulling, then he was finished. He told me to look at my cock and when I opened my eyes I was stunned. My dick was locked inside a metal chastity cage! I was a bit afraid and otherwise unable to really react. I was his now, my dick belonged to the keyholder. I never felt so helpless before. Most times I always had an out, a way to say "No, I'm not doing that." This time I had no choice. It scared me a bit. I didn't like the idea of being out of control in this way too much, but it was with someone I knew and trusted.
He then had me polish his boots, then his leather. We had some fun conversation while I served his leather, at one point touching on the topic of Old Guard, then how it didn't exist and the mythos were created by the survivors of the AIDS crisis, and who were also the excluded or abstainers from the leather realm. I started to empathize with Marc on how hard living in that time must have been and started to break into tears, apologizing if I was ever disrespectful. He smiled and reassured me I was okay. After a long polish session we headed out to the 11th Annual Leather Halloween Party at this gorgeous manor of a house.
I felt a bit unique being in full football uniform at a leather party, and as we schmoozed and mingled I received so many compliments on the gear as well as playful pounding on my shoulder pads. Midway into the party Marc summoned me to him in the back yard and ordered me on my knees. He asked if I was thirsty and I was a bit surprised. Here? Now? Well, yeah we were at a leather kink party, so why not? I took his dick tip into my mouth and he began his flow. He filled my mouth with the most bitter piss I have ever had, I could only take three mouthfuls before I couldn't take the taste anymore. He had coffee that day and the taste was obvious, I thanked him for the experience and immediately grabbed a soda to rinse the awful taste out of my mouth.
After I finished it, Marc led me to a darkened corner of the yard behind some camouflage netting where a sling awaited. I took my place in the leather hammock, raised my legs onto the chains and Marc chomped down firmly on his cigar as he grabbed the chains near my feet and slammed his hips against my vulnerable ass, growling like a monster! I lay in that sling, in the darkness as this fully clad leatherman, glaring me down behind his sunglasses opened his fly and dry humped my padded ass. Such forceful slams, masculine grunts and snarls, and my moans of pleasure joining them in a melody of sexual energy rising until Marc released his load on me, leaving a welcome cumstain on my new gear.
He took a moment to regain himself before taking me out of the sling, and we rejoined the party, mingling the remainder of the night away. At one point I took a seat next to the firepit and gazed out at the guests. The sight of leather Daddies with their collared boys, as well as leathermen boyfriends kissing in the night made my heart turn a sad shade of green. It was thankfully interrupted by my friend Dennis and his buddy Todd sitting next to me. I hit it off very well with Todd and we were soon cuddling nice and close. I dozed off, quite comfortable with Todd in my arms, but once I woke up I found Todd long gone, like a cruel ending to a pleasant dream.
Marc and I soon took our leave, saying our goodbyes before he drove me all the way home. We arrived at my place, but I was still locked in his metal chastity cage. He said he might release me soon. I became nervous, I had a boy of my own coming to see me in the morning after my work shift, and I had promised him lovemaking. It felt so odd and very uncomfortable having the rights to my cock stolen from me by a man. He drove off after teasing me that he may or may not release me after a while.
I had to sleep very carefully that night, as my balls had become quite sensitive.
I really need to question my doms more...
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Into the Bear's Cave
October 16th, 2014
This evening my friend Peter took me out for dinner, it had been a long while since we last saw each other and it was wonderful to catch up over supper. The meal he treated me to was one of intimacy and it felt more like a romantic date the longer we spent time at the table. I had experienced my very first real hangover that morning, so in my weakened state his gentle nature and romantic care was a very welcome gift.
We decided over dinner that I would be going home with him, and we headed back to my apartment to grab an overnight bag. Once we arrived at his beautiful home, he kissed me gently and deeply before he stripped me down to my jock, leaving only my baseball cap. He took off his clothes and revealed the big, burly bear under his professional suit. He took me in his broad embrace and guided me deeper into his man cave, to a glorious, gigantic bed.
I found myself blindfolded and molested, my body his eager plaything. He collared me, and passionately sucked my manhood which pushed me ever further into ecstasy until I peaked and could hold it in no longer. I burst, and shot down his throat, several loads that had been in waiting for a long time, it was so overwhelming and I loved every moment of it! I was completely exhausted, my entire being was helpless and vulnerable, I could barely move let alone stay conscious. He took gentle care of me, and we fell asleep together.
In the morning the gentlebear continued his sweet care of me. He happily brewed us a morning cup of coffee before we shared a wonderfully intimate, dimly lit shower together. He then drove me home after a light breakfast together.
I really enjoy the romantic side of this piggish bear. He's a real catch and a gentleman with a great kink streak!
Play Safe Dear Reader
This evening my friend Peter took me out for dinner, it had been a long while since we last saw each other and it was wonderful to catch up over supper. The meal he treated me to was one of intimacy and it felt more like a romantic date the longer we spent time at the table. I had experienced my very first real hangover that morning, so in my weakened state his gentle nature and romantic care was a very welcome gift.
We decided over dinner that I would be going home with him, and we headed back to my apartment to grab an overnight bag. Once we arrived at his beautiful home, he kissed me gently and deeply before he stripped me down to my jock, leaving only my baseball cap. He took off his clothes and revealed the big, burly bear under his professional suit. He took me in his broad embrace and guided me deeper into his man cave, to a glorious, gigantic bed.
I found myself blindfolded and molested, my body his eager plaything. He collared me, and passionately sucked my manhood which pushed me ever further into ecstasy until I peaked and could hold it in no longer. I burst, and shot down his throat, several loads that had been in waiting for a long time, it was so overwhelming and I loved every moment of it! I was completely exhausted, my entire being was helpless and vulnerable, I could barely move let alone stay conscious. He took gentle care of me, and we fell asleep together.
In the morning the gentlebear continued his sweet care of me. He happily brewed us a morning cup of coffee before we shared a wonderfully intimate, dimly lit shower together. He then drove me home after a light breakfast together.
I really enjoy the romantic side of this piggish bear. He's a real catch and a gentleman with a great kink streak!
Play Safe Dear Reader
The Coach from New York
October 15th, 2014
Tonight I had the distinct pleasure of greeting a very handsome man named Justin. When my slave scheduled for the evening respectfully informed me in person that he wouldn't be able to serve that evening, wearing the clothes I had instructed him to be in no less, I dismissed the slave to rest and found Justin online the same hour in an incredible stroke of luck.
He was visiting from New York and seemed like a very nice guy. We went to a nearby Thai restaurant for dinner and I got to know the 6'1", handsome, clean cut, soft voiced gentleman. I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautiful face, he was incredibly coach-like in a gentle fatherly way. While we were eating he asked me if I was 6'2" and when I answered that I was not, he told me that I carried myself if I was. It was one of the most beautiful compliments I had ever received.
Once we stopped at my place to drop off the leftovers before heading to the bar, he took the chance to pull me in and aggressively kiss me, I fell for him even more deeply! I invited him in to the bedroom to try on some leather and immediately felt weaker for him when he donned my leather jacket. He became even sexier, and even more amazing.
We cuddled on the bed, clothes came off, I gave him a massage, and then he ordered me to grab a condom. I happily fetched one and gave him the most intimate and wonderful oral service I could. I wanted him, I wanted to please this man so much. By the way he smiled, I believe I did.
Eventually we made it to the bar and shared a cocktail and more stimulating conversation before he had to head back for the night. Unfortunately his hotel was in the direct opposite direction as my home, and he surprised me with just how incredibly gentlemanly he could be by paying for my cab ride back.
He told me he would return in November, and I couldn't be more excited to see and serve him again.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tonight I had the distinct pleasure of greeting a very handsome man named Justin. When my slave scheduled for the evening respectfully informed me in person that he wouldn't be able to serve that evening, wearing the clothes I had instructed him to be in no less, I dismissed the slave to rest and found Justin online the same hour in an incredible stroke of luck.
He was visiting from New York and seemed like a very nice guy. We went to a nearby Thai restaurant for dinner and I got to know the 6'1", handsome, clean cut, soft voiced gentleman. I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautiful face, he was incredibly coach-like in a gentle fatherly way. While we were eating he asked me if I was 6'2" and when I answered that I was not, he told me that I carried myself if I was. It was one of the most beautiful compliments I had ever received.
Once we stopped at my place to drop off the leftovers before heading to the bar, he took the chance to pull me in and aggressively kiss me, I fell for him even more deeply! I invited him in to the bedroom to try on some leather and immediately felt weaker for him when he donned my leather jacket. He became even sexier, and even more amazing.
We cuddled on the bed, clothes came off, I gave him a massage, and then he ordered me to grab a condom. I happily fetched one and gave him the most intimate and wonderful oral service I could. I wanted him, I wanted to please this man so much. By the way he smiled, I believe I did.
Eventually we made it to the bar and shared a cocktail and more stimulating conversation before he had to head back for the night. Unfortunately his hotel was in the direct opposite direction as my home, and he surprised me with just how incredibly gentlemanly he could be by paying for my cab ride back.
He told me he would return in November, and I couldn't be more excited to see and serve him again.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Daddy Has a Surprise for His boy toy
October 12th, 2014
Sir Jon picked me up this afternoon for a good, overnight ravaging!
We caught up in the car on the way over, and once we arrived at his home we enjoyed an intimate kiss in his dark basement dungeon before he stripped me to my jockstrap. Led upstairs, he then tied me to the bed where I belonged and dry humped my helpless body before sliding on a condom, and lubing up my hole.
He slid his meaty cock inside of me and took his rightful place as my Daddy. He pounded me mercilessly, firm and strong, but holding back before he would cum, he was saving that for later. He mentioned a bag that might be a bit of fun for me, and always the curious type I said yes. I was led downstairs and he stood me up against the cold bars of his standing cage while he busied himself with the preparation. Blindfolded and tied up against the icy bars, I could only wonder what he had in store for me, the rustling of sheets and plastic, then a whiff of rubber in the air, my curiosity was going wild.
I was finally untied and led into the downstairs bathroom and bent over a fuckbench, he then inserted a small tube inside of my hole and I was greeted to the feeling of cool water flowing up my ass. It felt good, relaxing even, I was pleasantly surprised at the feeling of it trickling deep inside of my gut. I felt cool, refreshed, clean. He told me to keep it inside of me, and he filled me once more, it all felt so great being filled up by Daddy.
We then finished up that play, and he took me upstairs to cuddle once I was clean. I enjoy holding onto him, he makes me feel amazing, safe, loved, even in the throes of being ravaged and ripped apart, I feel safe and cared for. My wrists were once more restrained, and my body was spread eagle, helpless and happy. He took pleasure in tearing me apart then and there, I thankfully took his powerful thrusts and poundings until my hole couldn't receive any more of his generous abuse, and I regretfully begged for his mercy. He pulled out, but continued humping me, he kissed me deeply as he climaxed! Blowing his hot load all over me, just how I love it! Thank you Daddy Jon!
We then cleaned up, and returned to the bedroom. We had talked about superhero costumes and such before, and he let me try on a Green Lantern suit. It fit very well and made me feel amazing! I loved how I looked, he commented that I could pass as an evil twin of Hal Jordan. We went out for dinner, then returned and suited up as Green Lantern together, and cuddled on the bed, kissing deeply. I could definitely get into superhero kink play! I know that I loved it when he dressed as Spiderman!
We then stripped nude, put the costumes away and I fell asleep in his embrace. In the morning I was treated to a damn good fucking, then led downstairs for Daddy to put me in leather mitts, a collar, ankle restraints, and then chained up inside his cage, my favorite place next to being in Daddy's bed!
He then let me nap a bit while he busied himself with his own things. I fell asleep comfortably within the safe confines of the metal bars and soft bedding, the leather encasing me, and the collar around my neck, the heavy chain keeping me right where Daddy Jon wanted me. A while later he returned, gently woke me, led me upstairs and we had some quality time before I had to pack up and take my leave.
I love you Daddy Jon. Thank you for yet another wonderful time. I love being your boy toy.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Sir Jon picked me up this afternoon for a good, overnight ravaging!
We caught up in the car on the way over, and once we arrived at his home we enjoyed an intimate kiss in his dark basement dungeon before he stripped me to my jockstrap. Led upstairs, he then tied me to the bed where I belonged and dry humped my helpless body before sliding on a condom, and lubing up my hole.
He slid his meaty cock inside of me and took his rightful place as my Daddy. He pounded me mercilessly, firm and strong, but holding back before he would cum, he was saving that for later. He mentioned a bag that might be a bit of fun for me, and always the curious type I said yes. I was led downstairs and he stood me up against the cold bars of his standing cage while he busied himself with the preparation. Blindfolded and tied up against the icy bars, I could only wonder what he had in store for me, the rustling of sheets and plastic, then a whiff of rubber in the air, my curiosity was going wild.
I was finally untied and led into the downstairs bathroom and bent over a fuckbench, he then inserted a small tube inside of my hole and I was greeted to the feeling of cool water flowing up my ass. It felt good, relaxing even, I was pleasantly surprised at the feeling of it trickling deep inside of my gut. I felt cool, refreshed, clean. He told me to keep it inside of me, and he filled me once more, it all felt so great being filled up by Daddy.
We then finished up that play, and he took me upstairs to cuddle once I was clean. I enjoy holding onto him, he makes me feel amazing, safe, loved, even in the throes of being ravaged and ripped apart, I feel safe and cared for. My wrists were once more restrained, and my body was spread eagle, helpless and happy. He took pleasure in tearing me apart then and there, I thankfully took his powerful thrusts and poundings until my hole couldn't receive any more of his generous abuse, and I regretfully begged for his mercy. He pulled out, but continued humping me, he kissed me deeply as he climaxed! Blowing his hot load all over me, just how I love it! Thank you Daddy Jon!
We then cleaned up, and returned to the bedroom. We had talked about superhero costumes and such before, and he let me try on a Green Lantern suit. It fit very well and made me feel amazing! I loved how I looked, he commented that I could pass as an evil twin of Hal Jordan. We went out for dinner, then returned and suited up as Green Lantern together, and cuddled on the bed, kissing deeply. I could definitely get into superhero kink play! I know that I loved it when he dressed as Spiderman!
We then stripped nude, put the costumes away and I fell asleep in his embrace. In the morning I was treated to a damn good fucking, then led downstairs for Daddy to put me in leather mitts, a collar, ankle restraints, and then chained up inside his cage, my favorite place next to being in Daddy's bed!
He then let me nap a bit while he busied himself with his own things. I fell asleep comfortably within the safe confines of the metal bars and soft bedding, the leather encasing me, and the collar around my neck, the heavy chain keeping me right where Daddy Jon wanted me. A while later he returned, gently woke me, led me upstairs and we had some quality time before I had to pack up and take my leave.
I love you Daddy Jon. Thank you for yet another wonderful time. I love being your boy toy.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Return to Muscle Worship
Friday, October 10th, 2014
Tonight, Joseph picked me up for dinner, we enjoyed a wonderful meal together with a bit of deeper conversation along the way. We then returned to my apartment, planning to head out to Pistons afterward for their uniform night but once he took off his shirt, my mind went immediately elsewhere.
His pants fell to the floor and so did all memory of whatever I was planning that night, as all urges pushed me into admiring his beautiful physique. I had him lay on my bed, and I happily rubbed and massaged his feet, working out his knots and some very beautiful groans and grunts of relief from his lips. I lotioned his tired feet to finish up his massage, and then grabbed a flavored condom from the other room to continue his relaxation session.
I wanted to make him extremely comfortable, I slid the rubber on his beautiful, throbbing manhood as he lay, eyes closed, soft breath, his vulnerable muscled body calling my name like an insatiable craving. I sucked down his dick gently and most intent on making him happy. He moaned, and let me know how it felt. I went down on him for a very nice, long time, giving him my best love that I could. After a while of making sweet love to his cock, he whispered he was so incredibly horny. I was already there!
I slid off his condom, and replaced it with a new one, he gently lubed us both up and he turned me on my back, he wanted to look into my eyes when he made love to my hole. He is so easy to fall in love with! He is so beautiful and sweet, and he felt incredible inside of me, thrusting his manhood deeply and passionately.
Soon he was ready, being so horny for so long, I told him I wanted him to blow his load inside of me and I wanted him to look me in the eye when he filled his condom. He moaned, louder, gasped, and he shot his load in me! I pulled him deeper! Yes! Fill me with your masculinity! It felt so damn good!
I held him close, and kissed him as we melted into our afterglow. We ended the night in each others arms, and I was gifted with the privilage of falling asleep with my muscle man. Thankfully he isn't a dream!
Play Safe Dear Reader!
Tonight, Joseph picked me up for dinner, we enjoyed a wonderful meal together with a bit of deeper conversation along the way. We then returned to my apartment, planning to head out to Pistons afterward for their uniform night but once he took off his shirt, my mind went immediately elsewhere.
His pants fell to the floor and so did all memory of whatever I was planning that night, as all urges pushed me into admiring his beautiful physique. I had him lay on my bed, and I happily rubbed and massaged his feet, working out his knots and some very beautiful groans and grunts of relief from his lips. I lotioned his tired feet to finish up his massage, and then grabbed a flavored condom from the other room to continue his relaxation session.
I wanted to make him extremely comfortable, I slid the rubber on his beautiful, throbbing manhood as he lay, eyes closed, soft breath, his vulnerable muscled body calling my name like an insatiable craving. I sucked down his dick gently and most intent on making him happy. He moaned, and let me know how it felt. I went down on him for a very nice, long time, giving him my best love that I could. After a while of making sweet love to his cock, he whispered he was so incredibly horny. I was already there!
I slid off his condom, and replaced it with a new one, he gently lubed us both up and he turned me on my back, he wanted to look into my eyes when he made love to my hole. He is so easy to fall in love with! He is so beautiful and sweet, and he felt incredible inside of me, thrusting his manhood deeply and passionately.
Soon he was ready, being so horny for so long, I told him I wanted him to blow his load inside of me and I wanted him to look me in the eye when he filled his condom. He moaned, louder, gasped, and he shot his load in me! I pulled him deeper! Yes! Fill me with your masculinity! It felt so damn good!
I held him close, and kissed him as we melted into our afterglow. We ended the night in each others arms, and I was gifted with the privilage of falling asleep with my muscle man. Thankfully he isn't a dream!
Play Safe Dear Reader!
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Another Intro to Bondage
Thursday, October 9th, 2014
This morning Jeff and I met at Hotjava, grabbed drinks and took a walk to get to know each other. A young man at a young age, adventurous and a naughty boy, telling me his stories of wild times with his friends I was a bit envious of. We returned to my place and we relaxed a bit before he made it obvious he wanted to cuddle up.
I started talking kink as I held him, and he ended up in my bulldog harness, and my slave collar. I then tied his hands and legs and enjoyed my helpless prisoner on my bed as we watched a DVD together. Of course I wasn't paying too much attention to what I put on the TV as I was admiring and enjoying the captured boy in my arms, stroking, and making the submissive boy submit further. At one point he became so relaxed he fell asleep right in my arms, his head on my chest, his light snores made me smile at the entire situation.
A newcomer to kink, an adorable young boy was in my care, snuggled up in my arms, completely helpless and vulnerable. He trusted me fully and entirely to rope him up like this. He rested peacefully, and I simply laid back and relished in the feeling of him in my embrace.
Eventually he woke up, and I untied him but only long enough to blindfold him, guide him to the living room, tie him once more, and then put him under my desk. I then applied clothespins to his chest as well as his balls. He acted as a fine footrest for me as I wrote up a blog post and got a few tasks finished at the computer before the pins became too intense for him. I knelt down and took them off, one excruciating clothespin after the other, before he was completely released. The noises Jeff made were quite delicious to the sadist settled deep inside of me, he did a fantastic job for his very first time, and earned his reward for trying something new.
I led him back to my bed, laid him down, and lubed up his manhood with Boy Butter, and slowly worked his cock over. I listened intently to his moans, his strains, his grunts of pleasure, I couldn't help myself and pumped his cock faster! I was impatient and pushed him to climax! He deserved it! He moaned louder, here it comes! He climaxed and sprayed his beautiful body with his cum in a great splatter of white cream all over his chest. We then relaxed, and he basked in his afterglow for a while before I wiped him down and led him to the shower. I sensually bathed him as I usually do with all my boys who cover themselves with fresh warm spunk, holding him closely under the waters.
Once done and dried off, dressed again, I walked Jeff back to his car and said our goodbyes. I'm sure I'll have him tied again soon.
Play Safe Dear Reader
This morning Jeff and I met at Hotjava, grabbed drinks and took a walk to get to know each other. A young man at a young age, adventurous and a naughty boy, telling me his stories of wild times with his friends I was a bit envious of. We returned to my place and we relaxed a bit before he made it obvious he wanted to cuddle up.
I started talking kink as I held him, and he ended up in my bulldog harness, and my slave collar. I then tied his hands and legs and enjoyed my helpless prisoner on my bed as we watched a DVD together. Of course I wasn't paying too much attention to what I put on the TV as I was admiring and enjoying the captured boy in my arms, stroking, and making the submissive boy submit further. At one point he became so relaxed he fell asleep right in my arms, his head on my chest, his light snores made me smile at the entire situation.
A newcomer to kink, an adorable young boy was in my care, snuggled up in my arms, completely helpless and vulnerable. He trusted me fully and entirely to rope him up like this. He rested peacefully, and I simply laid back and relished in the feeling of him in my embrace.
Eventually he woke up, and I untied him but only long enough to blindfold him, guide him to the living room, tie him once more, and then put him under my desk. I then applied clothespins to his chest as well as his balls. He acted as a fine footrest for me as I wrote up a blog post and got a few tasks finished at the computer before the pins became too intense for him. I knelt down and took them off, one excruciating clothespin after the other, before he was completely released. The noises Jeff made were quite delicious to the sadist settled deep inside of me, he did a fantastic job for his very first time, and earned his reward for trying something new.
I led him back to my bed, laid him down, and lubed up his manhood with Boy Butter, and slowly worked his cock over. I listened intently to his moans, his strains, his grunts of pleasure, I couldn't help myself and pumped his cock faster! I was impatient and pushed him to climax! He deserved it! He moaned louder, here it comes! He climaxed and sprayed his beautiful body with his cum in a great splatter of white cream all over his chest. We then relaxed, and he basked in his afterglow for a while before I wiped him down and led him to the shower. I sensually bathed him as I usually do with all my boys who cover themselves with fresh warm spunk, holding him closely under the waters.
Once done and dried off, dressed again, I walked Jeff back to his car and said our goodbyes. I'm sure I'll have him tied again soon.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Friday, November 14, 2014
A Date in Leather
October 1st, 2014
Tonight I met the beautifully handsome Joseph, and we went to Pistons for our first night together. I arrived off the bus in full leather for the occasion, and he came in with a smile and I immediately liked him. He's sweet, polite, a fun light energy about him, and a muscled hottie to boot.
We enjoyed some light conversation before grabbing seats for the movie playing that night. We watched "The Addam's Family" together, holding hands, and stealing kisses. I was very amused at the situation as a whole. He just came to Pistons bar for the first time, to meet a leather man for a movie date to watch "Addam's Family". If that's not one of the more unique and alternative date setups, right?
Following the movie, we headed back to my place and immediately made out, I showed him my leather, and couldn't wait to slip him into a harness, as my bulldog framed his gorgeous body just beautifully. My leather jacket was next, and I started mentally making him a shopping list for his inevitable future in kink.
Afterward, I stripped us both and kissed him deeply on the bed, I lay him down and told him to relax. I then took the liberty of worshipping his amazing smooth body of muscular power. I confessed my muscle worship fantasy of being the shower boy and gym mate of a sexy bodybuilder. Joining him at the gym for his workouts, and scrubbing him down in the showers without him having to move much for anything, and allowing me the pleasure of indulging in his physique.
My worship of his body on my bed continued, running my tongue everywhere I could, even biting into his thick calves, making him so horny and relaxed. More kissing until he whispered he wanted to be inside of me. I felt my face burn red, I wanted it so badly and hearing my wish on his lips made my body shiver in excitement.
I obtained the necessities, he slid on the condom, and lubed us both up generously. He gently entered me like a gentleman, his manhood filled me in a beautiful way. He made gentle love to me, it felt incredible. I moaned and it only seemed to turn him on more, which I wanted more than anything at that moment. He gasped and thrusted deeper, he felt incredible. I wanted to have him fill me even more, it all was so wonderful and intimate. I turned onto my back and he continued to make gentle love to my eager body. He asked me where I wanted him to blow his load, and I expressed my desire for it all over my chest.
I watched as he stroked and pumped his manhood until he climaxed in a great moan and his cum splashed all over me in great spurts, it felt amazing on my naked body. I then wiped down and we moved to the shower, continuing our intimacy. I took my time as I cleansed his beautiful body, washing him down in slippery body wash, massaging his scalp in shampoo, and of course holding him closely and kissing him as much as possible, our wet bodies under the warm waters.
I then happily took him to bed once we finished our shower, we slept naked, wrapped in each other's arms much to my delight, cuddled up nice and close. It was one of those nights I wished for morning to take its time.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tonight I met the beautifully handsome Joseph, and we went to Pistons for our first night together. I arrived off the bus in full leather for the occasion, and he came in with a smile and I immediately liked him. He's sweet, polite, a fun light energy about him, and a muscled hottie to boot.
We enjoyed some light conversation before grabbing seats for the movie playing that night. We watched "The Addam's Family" together, holding hands, and stealing kisses. I was very amused at the situation as a whole. He just came to Pistons bar for the first time, to meet a leather man for a movie date to watch "Addam's Family". If that's not one of the more unique and alternative date setups, right?
Following the movie, we headed back to my place and immediately made out, I showed him my leather, and couldn't wait to slip him into a harness, as my bulldog framed his gorgeous body just beautifully. My leather jacket was next, and I started mentally making him a shopping list for his inevitable future in kink.
Afterward, I stripped us both and kissed him deeply on the bed, I lay him down and told him to relax. I then took the liberty of worshipping his amazing smooth body of muscular power. I confessed my muscle worship fantasy of being the shower boy and gym mate of a sexy bodybuilder. Joining him at the gym for his workouts, and scrubbing him down in the showers without him having to move much for anything, and allowing me the pleasure of indulging in his physique.
My worship of his body on my bed continued, running my tongue everywhere I could, even biting into his thick calves, making him so horny and relaxed. More kissing until he whispered he wanted to be inside of me. I felt my face burn red, I wanted it so badly and hearing my wish on his lips made my body shiver in excitement.
I obtained the necessities, he slid on the condom, and lubed us both up generously. He gently entered me like a gentleman, his manhood filled me in a beautiful way. He made gentle love to me, it felt incredible. I moaned and it only seemed to turn him on more, which I wanted more than anything at that moment. He gasped and thrusted deeper, he felt incredible. I wanted to have him fill me even more, it all was so wonderful and intimate. I turned onto my back and he continued to make gentle love to my eager body. He asked me where I wanted him to blow his load, and I expressed my desire for it all over my chest.
I watched as he stroked and pumped his manhood until he climaxed in a great moan and his cum splashed all over me in great spurts, it felt amazing on my naked body. I then wiped down and we moved to the shower, continuing our intimacy. I took my time as I cleansed his beautiful body, washing him down in slippery body wash, massaging his scalp in shampoo, and of course holding him closely and kissing him as much as possible, our wet bodies under the warm waters.
I then happily took him to bed once we finished our shower, we slept naked, wrapped in each other's arms much to my delight, cuddled up nice and close. It was one of those nights I wished for morning to take its time.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Thursday, November 13, 2014
An Evening at His Boots
September 30th, 2014
Tonight Marc Bellenger invited me over to his home for the evening, after the incredible night a few evenings prior, I lept at the chance. He arrived in full formal leathers, his Langlitz leather jacket which I just cannot get enough of, leather pants, hi-shine engineer boots, and his leather gauntlet gloves. He's such a traditional leather gentleman, he even bought my drink for me, and I fell into step behind him of my own accord. I felt naturally at ease and at peace in my submission.
As much as I may tease and poke fun at traditionalists and men who subscribe to the idea of "old guard" leather, I only do it when they get obnoxious or zealous about it. In truth, I do find a mild form of what's considered a "traditional" form of leather protocol comfortable with the right man. When I am forced into something, or when something is declared socially mandatory is when I resist, question, and become stubborn and mischievous.
Once we arrived at his place, I stripped out of my shirt and shorts into my harness and jockstrap as well as my boots. I helped Marc with a few tasks around the house before I took my place at his boots, they rested around my neck and on my chest as I sat between his legs in front of the couch. I didn't watch much TV as my vision was obscured by leather gloves gripping my mouth and face, boots suffocating and choking me, as well as being stepped upon, and crushed between his legs.
At one point he pulled me up, and wrapped those gloved hands around my neck from behind, forcing me up against the mirror so I could still see the dark gleam in his gaze. I fell deep into submission, I was Daddy's little leather boy toy, his boot rest. I belonged under his boots, it's where I wished to be. I can't stand spankings or breath play, but when Marc did it all I wished was that it pleased him to play with me. At one point he put his favorite motorcycle jacket on me, and shockingly enough it fit me like a glove! It felt so smooth and wonderful, like a liquor on my skin.
He dominated me even more, and I wanted nothing but his pleasure, and to earn the two words I yearn to hear every day of my life..."Good Boy."
He said I was a good boy, that I was a very good leather boy! I was so happy to hear such praise from this dominant and powerful leather man. As I sat at his boots and wrapped myself around his leg, and lost myself in thought. This is where I truly wanted to be: in a submissive role.
I found myself in Marc's favorite biker jacket, wearing gloves as I stroked him off, listening to him grunt, and snort, making some very aggressive growls and snarls before he let out a deep scream of ecstasy as he shot out his load. I was only too happy to make him feel so amazing!
I short while later we set out to return me home, I rested my hand on his leg, sealed in leather, my arm out the window as we drove down the empty streets with the top down, cruising into the night. It felt like a time shared by many leathermen before us.
I'm excited to see where he takes me next, how deep, how far. He talks of suspending me in the air from the tree in the yard, he spoke of whipping my back. I want to please him, I want to make him smile a wicked grin, to ignite that awesome spark when we both snarl and tumble in a roll of fire, feeding off the other's energy in grand passion to fall to the ground breathless and laughing in gasps.
I can't wait.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Tonight Marc Bellenger invited me over to his home for the evening, after the incredible night a few evenings prior, I lept at the chance. He arrived in full formal leathers, his Langlitz leather jacket which I just cannot get enough of, leather pants, hi-shine engineer boots, and his leather gauntlet gloves. He's such a traditional leather gentleman, he even bought my drink for me, and I fell into step behind him of my own accord. I felt naturally at ease and at peace in my submission.
As much as I may tease and poke fun at traditionalists and men who subscribe to the idea of "old guard" leather, I only do it when they get obnoxious or zealous about it. In truth, I do find a mild form of what's considered a "traditional" form of leather protocol comfortable with the right man. When I am forced into something, or when something is declared socially mandatory is when I resist, question, and become stubborn and mischievous.
Once we arrived at his place, I stripped out of my shirt and shorts into my harness and jockstrap as well as my boots. I helped Marc with a few tasks around the house before I took my place at his boots, they rested around my neck and on my chest as I sat between his legs in front of the couch. I didn't watch much TV as my vision was obscured by leather gloves gripping my mouth and face, boots suffocating and choking me, as well as being stepped upon, and crushed between his legs.
At one point he pulled me up, and wrapped those gloved hands around my neck from behind, forcing me up against the mirror so I could still see the dark gleam in his gaze. I fell deep into submission, I was Daddy's little leather boy toy, his boot rest. I belonged under his boots, it's where I wished to be. I can't stand spankings or breath play, but when Marc did it all I wished was that it pleased him to play with me. At one point he put his favorite motorcycle jacket on me, and shockingly enough it fit me like a glove! It felt so smooth and wonderful, like a liquor on my skin.
He dominated me even more, and I wanted nothing but his pleasure, and to earn the two words I yearn to hear every day of my life..."Good Boy."
He said I was a good boy, that I was a very good leather boy! I was so happy to hear such praise from this dominant and powerful leather man. As I sat at his boots and wrapped myself around his leg, and lost myself in thought. This is where I truly wanted to be: in a submissive role.
I found myself in Marc's favorite biker jacket, wearing gloves as I stroked him off, listening to him grunt, and snort, making some very aggressive growls and snarls before he let out a deep scream of ecstasy as he shot out his load. I was only too happy to make him feel so amazing!
I short while later we set out to return me home, I rested my hand on his leg, sealed in leather, my arm out the window as we drove down the empty streets with the top down, cruising into the night. It felt like a time shared by many leathermen before us.
I'm excited to see where he takes me next, how deep, how far. He talks of suspending me in the air from the tree in the yard, he spoke of whipping my back. I want to please him, I want to make him smile a wicked grin, to ignite that awesome spark when we both snarl and tumble in a roll of fire, feeding off the other's energy in grand passion to fall to the ground breathless and laughing in gasps.
I can't wait.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Roping him at the Bar
Saturday, September 27th 2014
Tonight I geared up in my leather jacket, leather pants, black cowboy boots and matching hat. I arrived via the bus to meet my boy for the evening at Pistons bar for their cowboy night "Rukus".
Tonight the bar was very empty, and I was the only guy there in anything close to Western gear. I put my play bag down on one of the patio benches and waited for him to show up. When he finally did arrive he was wearing the cowboy boots I had told him which were mandatory to wear tonight along with some simple jeans, and a button down shirt. I beckoned him over with a finger, he started to apologize for being late, and I shut him up by pulling him into a deep kiss. I wasn't interested in his excuses. He melted into my embrace, he was mine now, mine to toy with, to manipulate.
I took my time, slowly making out with this lean and muscular boy with beautiful dark eyes and sweet skin to match. I no longer cared that we were the only cowboys in the bar. After our lips parted, I reached over and opened up my red bag. I drew out two chained lengths of my nylon rope, as well as a red bandanna. I blindfolded him, then tied his hands above his head to one of the posts nearby, the second length of rope bound his legs to the same post around his shins. He was now helpless, and deliciously vulnerable. I made out with my cowboy prisoner a bit before unbuttoning his shirt and revealing a sexy chest covered in thick, black fur!
I continued to molest him until the song "Where have all the cowboys gone?" came over the bar radio. I smiled and used the music to kiss, thrust, and squeeze all kinds of sweet, sexy noises out of my helpless prey. Once he was thoroughly tenderized and his head reeling, I released him and we made our way back home. Back at my apartment I stripped him nude and collared him. I have the boy a bit of Kahlua and some orders to follow, which he performed quite nicely, earning him the privilege of sliding a flavored condom on my dick and showing me just how good a cocksucker he is. I was so relaxed by his skill that I actually dozed off several times while he serviced me.
I made damn sure he was rewarded for his hard work, clutching him close to me I jerked his sweet, thick, throbbing cock, which had been drooling precum the entire night. I worked his meat until he shot a fine load onto his chest along with a submissive moan that put a grin on my lips. After cleaning the boy off, we bedded down, but the boy just couldn't sleep so he took his leave. He will return though, those moans said more than just "Thank you, Sir."
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tonight I geared up in my leather jacket, leather pants, black cowboy boots and matching hat. I arrived via the bus to meet my boy for the evening at Pistons bar for their cowboy night "Rukus".
Tonight the bar was very empty, and I was the only guy there in anything close to Western gear. I put my play bag down on one of the patio benches and waited for him to show up. When he finally did arrive he was wearing the cowboy boots I had told him which were mandatory to wear tonight along with some simple jeans, and a button down shirt. I beckoned him over with a finger, he started to apologize for being late, and I shut him up by pulling him into a deep kiss. I wasn't interested in his excuses. He melted into my embrace, he was mine now, mine to toy with, to manipulate.
I took my time, slowly making out with this lean and muscular boy with beautiful dark eyes and sweet skin to match. I no longer cared that we were the only cowboys in the bar. After our lips parted, I reached over and opened up my red bag. I drew out two chained lengths of my nylon rope, as well as a red bandanna. I blindfolded him, then tied his hands above his head to one of the posts nearby, the second length of rope bound his legs to the same post around his shins. He was now helpless, and deliciously vulnerable. I made out with my cowboy prisoner a bit before unbuttoning his shirt and revealing a sexy chest covered in thick, black fur!
I continued to molest him until the song "Where have all the cowboys gone?" came over the bar radio. I smiled and used the music to kiss, thrust, and squeeze all kinds of sweet, sexy noises out of my helpless prey. Once he was thoroughly tenderized and his head reeling, I released him and we made our way back home. Back at my apartment I stripped him nude and collared him. I have the boy a bit of Kahlua and some orders to follow, which he performed quite nicely, earning him the privilege of sliding a flavored condom on my dick and showing me just how good a cocksucker he is. I was so relaxed by his skill that I actually dozed off several times while he serviced me.
I made damn sure he was rewarded for his hard work, clutching him close to me I jerked his sweet, thick, throbbing cock, which had been drooling precum the entire night. I worked his meat until he shot a fine load onto his chest along with a submissive moan that put a grin on my lips. After cleaning the boy off, we bedded down, but the boy just couldn't sleep so he took his leave. He will return though, those moans said more than just "Thank you, Sir."
Play Safe Dear Reader
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