An Intriguing Bondage Guest

Friday, September 29th, 2017

Dave came over this evening and I hugged and held the handsome man close, welcoming him back.  I took him into the living room where I stripped him of his shirt, buckled my collar on his neck, retrieved his heavy steel manacles from his toy bag which he had brought over and locked them on his wrists.  I then roped up his legs and held him close on the couch as we watched TV.  He felt so wonderful, all bound up in my arms like a real slave.  Every so often the manacle chains would clank and make my dick stiffen and throb in my jeans against his back.

After an enjoyable cuddle with my prisoner I released his legs from my ropes, led him upstairs, stripped him, and drew a shower for the both of us, released him from his shackles and joined him under the hot water.  As we bathed, I realized and learned more about him.  Dave identifies as asexual with sexual kinks, and he would be the first asexual person whom I have played with. Being a gay man myself who has only played with other men who identify as gay (and at times gay-curious), I have very little if no experience with this kind of situation.  I wanted to be as accommodating and polite as possible, and at the same time provide an enjoyable experience for my guest.

My kink style is one where sensuality, physical contact, and kissing are a majority, it’s a new and unique territory to play with someone who wants male company kink-wise but is not as comfortable with certain areas coming in contact with one another.  An example would be him telling me he enjoys being held by me, like we were on the couch earlier, but does not want me touching his manhood or shying away slightly when my hands would gently touch his ass.  (I want to make it clear that by no means am I frustrated, but rather fascinated in learning how to be a good gay host to an asexual male guest. If anything I get frustrated with myself for not having enough foresight into a situation I am ignorant of.)

Drying off after our enjoyable shower, I led him into my room and introduced him to my pallet wrap for his very first mummification session.  I felt like a spider wrapping my prey as I wove the plastic wrap around his beautiful naked body, and I felt my mouth water at the sight of his plump manhood trapped under the clear layers encircling his body.  I carefully laid him down on the bed and surveyed my handiwork with a sense of horny accomplishment, he was a beautiful catch!

I hooded him, collared him, and stroked his helpless form while asking him various questions and making conversation upon the topic of enslavement.  He, like many tend to do, had unintentionally mixed the terms “slave” and “boy”, so I explained the differences: 

-A “slave” does not have any say in what happens to them, other than basic safety precautions and realistic life needs and responsibilities, they give up having any control whatsoever.

-Whereas a “boy” is given opportunities for input, and has more nay-saying power as well as suggestions in scenes. 

He made it clear he’d be much happier as a bondage boy toy of mine, and I was pleased with the news.  He was a lot of fun to render helpless.

I cuddled him close as we lay there, enjoying the feeling and sound of the shiny plastic green “web” that bound him good and tight, the look of the hood on his head giving him a sexy anonymous identity, the thick collar buckled on his neck as a symbol of his submission under my power, it was quite a horny sight.  When it came time to release him, I took the pair of safety scissors from my play bag and slowly cut him out, we went to bed soon after, holding him in my arms, I fell asleep smiling.


The next day we woke up and I drew a bath for us.  I held him from behind in the warm waters and, despite the tub being a tad narrow for the both of us, it was quite soothing.  I was delighted when he told me how much he enjoyed the body contact, and I felt us bonding further.  We got out, dried off, I bound up his hands and legs with ropes, collared him, leashed him, and wrapped myself tight around him laying in my bed.  I told him he was so beautiful, I wanted to keep him as a bondage boy toy and further our budding relationship as Dominant and submissive play partners, that I also had fun and exciting ideas for him in the future.  We cuddled longer, I molested his delicious body as he moaned softly, and eventually I released him one last time.

We gathered up his belongings and I saw him off as he left, horny as hell for this new boy toy of mine!  I plan on doing many more wonderful things to him.  I hope he’s just as excited!


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A Puppyful Weekend

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A Fox in a Den of Rubbermen

Friday, August 25th, 2017

Paul arrived on his motorcycle to pick me up, upon removing his helmet he revealed this super adorable face that I immediately fell in deep lust with.  It took me a bit to get comfortable, as it had been a while since I had ridden bitch on a bike, plus the issue of backpack positioning and trying to wear earbuds in a full-face helmet, but once settled we set off and I was quickly reminded of how much fun this was.  Watching the world go by, feeling the wind roar around you, holding on to a studly man from behind good and tight with the both of you in full riding armor, it all sent adrenaline through my veins and reawakened the Red Fox of Rebellion in my heart to hoot and holler as we rocketed through Washington.

At a rest stop I shared one of my many biker fantasies with Paul of turning off on some secluded old road and getting primal with the gear on and using the bike as a fuckbench, to my great pleasure he said we could try that the next time we rode together. I hope he knows I write all this down. Woof!

We soon arrived at Sir Jeff’s house as others arrived as well. I met some other men from Recon that I knew including some new faces, the party was already in progress, I grab a drink, mingle with the handsome guests, help out with dinner, make another drink, more flirting, kissing, and finally I get my hands on Paul who kisses like an absolute dream!  Eventually I end up sucking a pup’s beautiful manhood with each hand on a different cock, and I’m loving every second! Damn it's been a while!

I’m pulled downstairs by my harness, blindfolded, gagged, earmuffed, rubbermitted, then restrained to a table in a 2nd playroom of which I had no idea existed the first visit I had to Sir Jeff’s.  I have no idea who is doing what, I’m excited, anxious, hitting some mental walls but I'm enjoying myself immensely.  I’m taken up and out of the playroom in complete subspace, and I remember being told I’m a very good boy.  I lay around the couch upstairs with others before going back downstairs to curl up on an empty bed.  Soon the pup from before joins me, and I wrap myself around his slender, warm body before falling asleep.  A nice beginning to a horny weekend.


Saturday, August 26th, 2017

I woke up with the pup in my arms, I go upstairs and join the boys for coffee, and breakfast soon afterward.  The pup is bound to a chair with rope and straps in his rubber puppy gear and tortured with a massage wand.  His whimpers and moans are like chamber music that ring throughout the house.  Paul got out of the wetsuit he was wearing and tells me he wants me inside of it as soon as it’s finished drying and airing out, and we go shower together.

As the water is warming up, I asked if he was into watersports at all, I knelt and bowed my head in front of him in the shower and I felt his piss stream onto my back, it’s relaxing, it felt so good to be marked by such a sweet, sexy man like him.  I rise, smiling, and we trade positions, I cover him with my own urine, which he even tastes, and it is such a horny sight.  He rises and we share a deep, passionate kiss just as an orgasmic scream roars through the house. It belonged to the pup still bound to the chair, he had finally achieved climax and what an eruption it was!  We kiss more under the warm waters before cleaning each other and drying off, Paul then reminded me he had plans for me in his wetsuit, and I’m lusting so hard for this guy it almost gives me a dickache.

Paul went off to play with someone and I headed downstairs to find everyone else in the 2nd playroom, it looked like a beautiful torture chamber.  Hoods, straps, chains, a medical chair on the left and a medical table on the right able to ride and fall with a foot pump, the floor is covered in a rubber tarp.  One guest is being strapped into the chair by Paul, while the pup is already strapped down to the table with his dick being sucked inside a milking machine manned by Sir Jeff.  I watch, fascinated and content until the pup, amazingly enough, lets out yet another orgasmic moan and shoots a second healthy load, I had heard of men blowing multiple loads, but it always surprises me to see just how much is unleashed. Yes, I'm envious. Very...very envious.

I then went upstairs and took the liberty of preparing preemptively for any fun that could happen to my foxhole before returning downstairs and cuddling with one of the other guests.  He and I talked about sport gear, and he put me in one of his football helmets, we groped each other in gear before he took the liberty of sucking my dick, and he did so quite wonderfully! I fucking love being gay.

After a cuddle, Paul came in to tell me he had some pot pills he had made himself using vitamin capsules and cannabis oil and offered me one.  I took him up on the offer, happy that there was a unique way of using the oil directly and thinking I could handle the level of intensity he warned me of beforehand.  From there we went upstairs for lunch and I was able to meet a handsome bear by the nickname of “German Mike” (as there were several Mikes at the party already).  When he arrived, my jaw hit the table, a big burly bear of 6’ something, military haircut, brown beard and mustache, German accent, super sweetheart, and a tad shy.  He hit all the right buttons for me and I was suddenly feeling shy, which meant I was REALLY into him.

I headed down to Andrew’s hut down the backyard hill with Paul, we made out, he was feeling the pot pill hit him already as he took it earlier than me, he knelt down and sucked my cock, and I phased into wonderful bliss just absorbing my surroundings and sensations.  More kissing, more touching, admiring him in his leather overalls like some kinky redneck fuck.  We headed back to the house and Paul released me, he went around the house to look for things.  At this time the weed pill finally kicked in for me, and unfortunately it was much stronger than I anticipated and...well, it's not a horny or proud part of the story. Trust me.


Sunday, August 27th, 2017

I woke up next to Paul on the mattress downstairs, grateful the effects of the pill were finally behind me, we kissed our good mornings and cuddled a bit before I went up to shower and prepare my body for him.  Returning to bed we resumed cuddling and he put me in a red rubber bodysuit, black leather hood, then put me in the sling nearby and helped me work through some mental blocks, but unfortunately I had to remove the hood.  Once my face was exposed to the cool air I felt tremendously better!  He proceeded to finger my hole, then slid his manhood inside of my hungry foxhole and fucked me.  I was in such a romantic, submissive stupor for him, I wanted to serve him the best I could with everything I had.  He felt so wonderful inside my body, his cock was wonderfully shaped and a fantastic length, I couldn’t get enough of him, I was insatiable even to the point of soreness.

Once our experience had concluded, he helped me out of the sling and I went upstairs, happily reeling from his passions, to eat breakfast with the boys.  At one point I admitted I had no idea that this party was one in a long line of annual rubber gatherings at this house, to which Paul brought me downstairs and showed me some photo albums.  Men in rubber over years and decades graced the pages, moments of times long since passed, kinky, sexy, free to love as it should have been ages ago.  I was told of albums lost due to them falling into the hands of a bigoted family member, and it filled me with such seething rage.

Soon after, I was hooded once more in a matching red rubber hood to the bodysuit I wore, brought into the 2nd playroom and strapped to the metal frame that encased the rising table.  I lay on the table, and was lifted, strapped up to the frame, the table was lowered, and I hung so comfortably in the air.  Flying in suspension at long last! I had always wanted to experience this!  It felt wonderful, floating there in bondage.  Every part of my body was supported evenly by strong leather straps and belts.

I was then treated to my dick being jerked off and the massage wand used to pleasure me, much to my enjoyment and delight at the hands of Sir Jeff, Paul, the pup, and another handsome guest of the party, until I finally erupted my 3-day long load!  What a wonderful relief it was! I was amazed I didn't hit the ceiling when I came.

Unfortunately, my torture began the moment I climaxed.  They kept stroking, they kept vibrating, they kept on trying to milk out another load that I begged and insisted wasn’t there!  Finally they showed mercy when I called out a stop at Sir Jeff’s suggestion.  I was released, my exhausted body was taken to cuddle with Paul on the mattress.  After a wonderful snuggle and affirmation that I was a good boy, I went up to shower and take off the rubber suit, cleaned it, changed into regular clothes and relaxed the remainder of the party. 

I was generously taken home by Mike and his partner Pup Hawk.

The whole experience, including the frustrating and negative moments, was absolutely glorious, they were such a lovely group of handsome men and I am very fortunate to have had the privilege of being included in their annual party!  Thank you so much, gentlemen!


(Oh and Paul? You still owe me that ride, hot stuff.)


Play Safe Dear Reader

Quick Stroll of Relief in the Woods

Sunday, August 13th, 2017

This evening I met "SD" off of a gay hookup app in a nearby park, we walked and talked but only had a mere hour together before he had to be on his way, his is a busy life and all.  I found out he was into watersports, jockstraps, as well as a good kisser, but very nervous.  I brought him to a bigger park to have more cover and distance between people so we could talk much more freely, as well as have a little fun with random groping.  He’s 6’3” and a gentle giant, one of my favorite types of men.

Horned up good and proper, I pulled him off the trail and into the woods where we found a good spot out of sight and started to make out.  Soon he knelt and made his way into my pants where he soon began sucking my manhood like an artist! Woof!  Even using his beard to gently tease me!  More kissing and then it was my turn!  I invaded his pants and was very impressed, as it smelled quite pleasant!  One of my biggest turn offs is a foul smelling cock, so one that smells nice is one that’s greedily devoured!

I sucked him off gently, deepthroating him a tad before asking him if he needed to piss.  He did and I positioned myself comfortably on the ground in front of him, opened wide, and waited patiently for my drink to make its way out of his eager dick.  The slight bitterness was overshadowed by my throbbing libido, and I was happily reminded of how much I loved watersports!

He enjoyed me and I think this one is very handsome, when he takes his glasses off, he goes from cute to stud.  As we walked back to his truck he explained his random and sparse availability was due to elements outside of his control, totally valid reasons and not the usual tissue-paper-grade transparencies I've been given in the past. I made a mental note to be patient and flexible with this sweetheart.

He politely dropped me off in front of my apartment, we kissed our goodbyes, and waved a farewell for now.  He’s definitely on the “to play with” list!


Play Safe Dear Reader.

A Birthday in Canada

Thursday, August 3rd, 2017

I traveled by train up to Canada, thinking that once I arrived I would be greeted by a mutual friend of Cockpit and mine, but as I casually walked out of the customs office, and looked up to see my best friend in the world standing and waving at me, it took everything I had not to slam him up against a wall and ravage him in the terminal!  Once seated in his car, we let loose and kissed to heaven and back!  It nearly ripped his pants open and swallowed his dick right there in the parking lot!

We drove back to the apartments where our AirBnB was located, which I deemed the “pupartments” and ripped our clothes off immediately.  I clawed my way to his dick and sucked it with great fervor like a starving animal.  I was so goddamn horny I wanted his load more than anything!  I wanted to gulp and slurp his cum so bad!  In the heat of the moment he even sat on the head of my dick!  I was shocked, I loved the feeling of his sweet, tight pup hole on my cock!  He didn’t last for more than a few moments, for it hurt him to do it, but those sweet fleeting seconds can still be felt even now as I type this.

We collapsed and cuddled before throwing on our clothes and picking up our friend Brue from the airport, once back at the pupartments, we both gave Cockpit presents which we had been saving for this trip, then had snuggles on the bed together.  I grabbed a shower, and left Cockpit and Brue to sleep on the main bed and I took the couch.  Brue had a hard flight so I thought I’d let him have our puppy for this weekend, he seemed to need him more than I did.


Friday, August 4th, 2017

Woke up and was summoned into the bedroom by Brue, I was placed between the two of them and sucked Cockpit eagerly who then returned the favor quite beautifully.  Brue then licked and pleased me before rolling a condom on my dick and riding me, I then mounted him and gave him a damn fine ass humping, he had a total of three full-body orgasms before I even busted my load in his furry ass!  It was quite encouraging to watch a man spasm, shake, and moan with little effort on my part!  I had never seen a man even have a full-body orgasm before, and I immediately craved one of my own!

Soon after, Wolf and Andy arrived, I showered, then joined the boys for breakfast, a trip to Tim Horton’s, we returned to the pupartments and geared up a little for a trip to the supermarket to pick up BBQ supplies.  Needless to say we turned a few heads being a group wearing pup hoods and me with my bold blue fox tail.  We headed back to Andy’s apartment on the roof and enjoyed a cookout, then I followed Cockpit back to his apartment and hung out for a little before rejoining the pack at the street fair for Vancouver Pride weekend.

I had a great time, enjoying the music, watching the pup pack revel in the celebration, there was even a drumming line that entranced the crowd.  Later on we walked back to the pupartments together, and ended the night.


Saturday, August 5th, 2017

This morning I was awoken by Cockpit hurling a pillow next to my head which was followed by puppy cuddles.  I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close to me as tight as possible.  We then got up and everyone got ready for the local charity pancake breakfast held in a nearby square. A pleasant meal later and Cockpit mentioned he needed to grab a case of bottled water and he needed my help with it, so I happily agreed and we walked downtown.  Out of the blue, he approached a European style bakery and we went inside. To my delight he surprised me with my birthday cake!  I love how he plans all of these little curveballs for me, he’s such a wonderful man.

Later that day I meet up with the pack at Cockpit’s apartment and I enjoyed a lovely birthday supper and cake surrounded by the pack and my puppy, along with a movie and the Canadian fireworks competition held out in the nearby bay.  I invited one of the cute pups there, named Mitch, into my lap for the performance.  After the show I invited him back to the pupartments with me to get tied up for the night and he happily accepted.  I was met with Cockpit’s narrow glare, later he claimed to have had dibs on the pup, to which I promised I would shove the boy in his paws once I was finished with them.  Cockpit was only slightly kidding, I was not.

I walked back to the pupartments, pup in my grasp, I led him to my bed and learned that I would be his very first bondage top.  I do so love introducing new boys to bondage!  I bound his ankles with my nylon ropes, then his wrists, there was so much kissing.  I savored and appreciated his thin, succulent body with my lips and tongue as I kissed, nipped, and gnawed on him, my Dark Fox spirit escaping through the cracks, holding him down firmly.  The Dark Fox and I watched with pleasure at every gasp, moan, and murmur, his face reflecting the sensual pleasure.  We whispered dark fantasies into his ear, summoning his imagination to the forefront.  Stroking his beautiful cock, I eventually wore out both arms in my eager attempts to draw out his orgasm, but ultimately failed in my endeavors.  He just couldn’t get enough of his sensual torture and loved every moment of it!

Eventually his ropes were slipped off and we went to bed smiling.  I wrapped myself around his beautiful slender form, like a fox snare and we fell asleep.  Before drifting off, he whispered “Happy Birthday”, and my smile turned to a grin.


Sunday, August 6th, 2017

I woke up with Mitch in my arms, much to my happy relief, and as we rose to greet the day I gave him a stern order to be a very good boy and spend the day with Cockpit.  I would tolerate no failure whatsoever.  He complied obediently, claiming he enjoyed my puppy very much, and that only added to my approval.  The two went to Tim Horton’s together, and I joined the pack upstairs as we all prepped for the Vancouver Pride parade.  We headed to the rendezvous and I was greeted to a pack of pups and handlers all milling about in the crowd, eventually Cockpit and Mitch joined us and the parade took off soon after.  The length of the march was by far the longest I had ever experienced, and given it has been quite some time since my last parade, I did feel more reserved and less active as I usually am.  Time and events in my life have somehow changed me into a more introverted soul, which tends to frustrated me greatly.

At the end of our colorful march, I ended up breaking off with Wolf and Brue and heading back to Cockpit’s apartment, we took turns washing up, and I joined Cockpit and Jeremy and wandered about the festival grounds to see if Cockpit could find his husband volunteering.  With no luck, and the festival about the same as every other Pride festival I’ve seen in the USA, we headed back to the apartment, followed up by an entertaining dinner at a lovely sushi bar which was slammed with chattering and drunken crowds both inside and outside.  What made the meal entertaining was when the fire alarm went off in one business next door, which subsequently made every fire alarm in the line of businesses all sharing the same building block go off as well in some sort of safety feature.  This sounds irritating, but I assure you, having the hunky Vancouver Fire Department come in to check was well worth the noise.

I ended the evening with a shower, a head start on packing up my bag for my departure the next day, and a short rendezvous with the pack on the roof of the pupartments before heading to bed.


Monday, August 7th, 2017

I awoke to my alarm and finished the packing I had started the evening prior.  I went upstairs and said my farewells to the pack, Cockpit offered to have breakfast with me and I eagerly accepted.  During our walk to town, he suddenly told me “Behave”, I looked up and smiled to see we were passing by the local fire station, which sparked a bit of banter,

Me: “Sir! There are scratches on the front door. A wild animal? A dog perhaps?”
Cockpit: “Dogs don’t carve their phone numbers lieutenant.”

We arrived at Tim Horton’s and then with coffee and treats in hand, we sat down outside to enjoy the great weather and passerby.  We spotted a handsome man walking by, and Cockpit joked at the pack of toiletpaper under his arm, “We know what he’s doing today.” as the man passed by, I noticed the back of his shirt and nearly spat my coffee out, laughing and pointing Cockpit finally turns and sees what I do, “D. BROWN” emblazened on the back of the jersey, and we both busted up laughing!

After the amusing meal, Cockpit dropped me off at the bus terminal, we hugged and kissed our goodbyes and I board my bus which was idling outside already.


I always enjoy every single visit I am allowed with my dear puppy, every day, every minute I get to spend with Cockpit is time treasured.


Play Safe Dear Reader.

A Weekend of New Kink

Friday, July 28th, 2017

I met Jeff outside of a diner up in Shelton after a fairly good bus ride North.  He drove up in a pickup, a shorter man of 5’8”, barrel chested, blue sports jersey, crew cut with a body that just screamed “football coach”, all he was missing was the old worn out ball cap and the whistle at his neck.  I immediately liked him on first meeting, warm and friendly personality. 

He drove us home where I met his handsome husband, Andrew, who was taking a bath in an outdoor tub on their patio.  We all had a beer and a chat before I was ordered downstairs into the playroom and put in a heavy leather straitjacket, hooded, gagged, and put on the bed where Sir Jeff edged and tortured me relentlessly but with a warmth that could be called kind.  I finally came to the frustrating realization that straitjackets are just not for me.  The combination of not only restriction across my chest or front triggers my claustrophobia and the addition of visual deprivation and an oral gag makes my other anxiety come up, so the nap after my torture was not only uncomfortable, but impossible for me to sleep through, regardless of any breathing or relaxation exercise I tried.

This is simply something I have to accept, I’m just not going to enjoy that kind of bondage, and Sir Jeff was very understanding and accommodating.

Afterwards, we cleaned up, had a lovely dinner, watched TV, and then I got to learn and see what a puffy suit was.  Andrew is into puffy suits and down gear, we went into their bedroom and I was allowed to see Andrew get into what I can only describe as a cross between a body suit and a sleeping bag.  It’s very soft, plush, and filled with down feathers, so it heats up instantaneously.  We all went to bed together, me in the center cuddling Andrew who felt heavenly in my arms.  It felt like a sleeping bag man was cuddling me back.  Sir Jeff spooned me from the other side, and I fell asleep warm, and very happy.


Saturday, July 29th, 2017

This morning we woke up and Sir Jeff put me in a red singlet, we had breakfast on his front porch where we were able to enjoy the spectacular view of the water and surrounding forest.  Sir Jeff had a few tasks to do at his neighbor’s farm, so Andrew and I hung out a bit before he returned.  Once back, I asked them if I could try on Andrew’s puffy suit, they agreed and once I was stripped down I was handed the suit.  It was very large, very bulky, and somewhat difficult to navigate myself into, however once inside and zipped up to my neck it felt incredible!

My body was caressed by heavenly soft sleeping bag cocoon, which was getting very warm at a rapid rate.  If I kept still, the warmth wouldn’t increase and it’d stay at a comfortable and tolerable temperature inside.  Andrew snuggled up next to me, and I melted into the moment just loving every part of it.  I’m not sure how long I lasted, but it was an incredibly warm and relaxing experience.  Once out of the puffy suit, Sir Jeff put me inside a rubber singlet, took me downstairs to the playroom, and had me kneel on a cocksucking bench.  He slid on a condom, and gently skullfucked me, training me to deepthroat.  I sank into submission and did my very best to please his cock, it felt so good to suck his dick, sinking further into subspace, I yearned to be a good little cocksuker for his use and pleasure!

He put me into a rubber pod suit and oral rubber hood, he laid me on the bed and edged my cock mercilessly.  Fantasies of him as my coach flooded my consciousness, I wanted to make the team, extra credit for my grade, and overall please him, make that handsome face give me a wicked smile when he looked at me, knowing what we were doing.  Deeper in my fantasy, he had other players locked up and imprisoned in his house for various reasons, they moaned in their bondage, struggled in their restraints, it made me so horny to think of such a wonderful scenario. I moaned in my own predicament, struggled in my own bondage, but he denied me sweet climactic release.

He left me temporarily to fetch Andrew and place him into his own restraints next to me, Andrew was put into hypnosis training before I was released and taken upstairs, horny and submissive as hell.  We enjoyed drinks and snacks on his porch, and eventually went downstairs to release Andrew from the playroom a little while later.  Dinner was followed by an amusing film in their projection room, and then we called it a night.  I was granted the privilege of sleeping with Sir Jeff downstairs in the playroom, and I fell asleep smiling.


Sunday, July 30th, 2017

I woke up and was subjected to torturous edging.  Sir Jeff placed electro units on my dick and turned up the intensity, it felt like electric thorns wrapping themselves and pulsing on my cock!  He kept stroking and stroking my throbbing manhood, until finally at long last I erupted a 5-day load of pure bliss from my member!  I could have passed out right there!  I was allowed some rest before heading upstairs and showering.  We had a pleasant breakfast and a game of cards before Sir Jeff drove me to the bus stop and we bid our farewells.

Truly a wonderful couple!  I love the two of them together and separate, and so excited to have been given the privilege of playing with such a sexy pair of men!


Play Safe Dear Reader

A Blast in the Park

July 23rd, 2017

I met Jordan in the park after weeks of horny talk on Scruff.  I led him into the woods on the trail and we started talking.  I gently placed my hands on him and asked if it was okay to touch him.  He was already very receptive and told me I could touch him anywhere.  I took advantage of that and caressed his wonderful ass, he immediately sank into subspace.  I kissed his neck and ears from behind, he sank ever further!  He felt as if he was going to melt and pass out right there.  I had forgotten how sweet the energy of empowerment felt!

I kissed him and he loved every moment our lips were together, we traded status information and upon the responses I asked if he’d like to suck my dick.  He couldn’t have wanted it more.  Thrilled and feeling devilish, I revealed my manhood to him after making sure the area was completely empty and keeping a sharp ear out.  He was a tad apprehensive to do it outside, even under the cover of nature and out of direct sight, but his fear faded as his overwhelming submissive spirit took over and he worshipped my dick with such genuine heartfelt desire!

He was amazing! I felt my legs go weak! My eyes rolled back in bliss! I was building a huge load and actually nearing climax!  I told him I was so close to bursting, it was so rare for me to be so stimulated by blowjob alone.  He replied he wanted it down his throat, and I happily granted his request, shooting my hot load into the back of his mouth.  I splattered the back of his eager, greedy maw with my cum and he swallowed every drop of it, sucking my manhood clean!

I pulled him up and into a deep make out, held him tightly and told him he was an incredibly good boy!  Zipped up and wiped off, we headed out to grab a bite together and get to know each other better, kink and otherwise, I wanted to bond with this boy very much.

After a delightful and short meal together, he drove me home and I gave him a very long kiss goodnight before seeing him off.

He’s delightfully submissive, and I’m quite eager to turn him into a proper leather and uniform slave toy!  He certainly deserves it!


Play Safe Dear Reader

Rubber Puppy Love

June 24th, 2017

Following a very long and irritating dry period, I returned to Recon and found a very beautiful young man in Seattle named Pup Keef.  We enjoyed a lovely back-n-forth before finally agreeing on a meeting date.  I was delighted with his generosity, first he baked me some special brownies, then drove all the way down from Seattle, and even picked me up at work after my shift ended.

We had a lovely kiss hello, followed by grabbing some takeout for dinner which he generously picked up on his own, then finally heading back to my place.  After a pleasant meal on the couch, we showered together and I got my first look at his beautiful furry body and impressive cock!  This pup...just...wow!

We geared up and chilled out on the couch with his brownies and drinks, watching cooking shows at his suggestion, which is pretty fun while high.  I was ready to play since I first laid eyes on him!  I roped his wrists and led him upstairs, where I roped his legs together and made out with my new helpless puppy playtoy!  I loved on his furry chest, his wonderful legs, his adorable face, and worked my way over to his impressive dick!

I turned him on his stomach and prepped his sweet hole, gently slid myself inside of him, and was blown away at how incredible his ass felt as it swallowed my manhood!  I humped him deep and lovingly, the noises he made just kept me going and excited me more!  When I finally did reach my climax, it was a deep howler! I let him know through my most primal snarls that a flood of cum had erupted from my member, his ass, his whimpering, his barks, his body, all of it just was so overwhelming, I couldn’t stop cumming!

The whole experience left me dazed, I was tipsy, high, the crossfade hit me very hard!  After I could collect myself I tended to my wonderful puppy’s cock, taking it as deep into my hungry maw as I could.  He tasted amazing, stroking and slurping it, I worked his dick and hit climactic gold!  He made a beautiful mess of himself, spouting his warm load all over his chest.  A sexual work of art!

A shower later and we returned downstairs for another chill out before retiring to bed.  I absolutely love to fall asleep with a man in my arms! 

The next morning I was still high, head reeling a tad, slight headache, it took a while to get out of bed, but we headed to grab donuts and coffee for a lazy breakfast.  We returned and ate at home, then after a short while I pulled him upstairs.  Being a switch I simply had to ride that amazingly thick, meaty pup cock!  I slid a condom on that beast, slicked my hole, presented my own foxhole and braced excitedly for impact!  I felt his tip at my ass and then…

It was just bliss...he filled me so well, he was such a gentleman about it all.

It was tragically short lived of a heavenly experience, as he erupted his warm load inside me soon after he entered me.  He apologized repeatedly, unnecessarily ashamed of his brief performance in my opinion, as I only grew more greedy for that meaty puphood of his, as well as the rest of his amazing form, his handsome face, his soft and gentle personality, and assured him that I’d have him again and again!

We cuddled close, happily, I gripped my own manhood and stroked myself to completion with the wonderful addition of his lips on mine.  We showered once more and it was time to send the pup home.  I helped the sweet boy pack up and walked him to his car, then watched him drive off and out of sight with a sigh.

Such a darling young spirit, so generous and warm.  Come back soon, puppy, let’s get you more time on my leash.


Play Safe Dear Reader.

Wolf Seed

March 10th, 2017

Tonight B and I finally had what he and I desired for so long: A deep meaningful raw fuck and breeding!

We had each gotten tested earlier that afternoon and upon our expected mutual negative test results, we celebrated by making our way to his bedroom. After tearing off our clothes, I started down his beautiful, slender naked body with my lips, until I came to his throbbing and eager cock, I devoured it hungrily.

Grabbing the anal-eze, I slathered his member and my hole thick with the lubricant.  I didn't want an ounce of friction between us as he belonged inside of me!

I guided him to my foxhole and lowered myself on top of him, my eyes closing in blissful ecstasy as his wonderful cock filled my void! I could see us both in our beastly forms, he lay back upon the bed as a tall, furry werewolf, I rode upon his huge member as his lustful fox boytoy.  I begged for it to go deeper, our mutual moans and grunts in the air, claws digging into the bedding, primal urges released, growls, snarls, gasping, then pulsing, throbbing! He roared as he pumped his warm, thick seed into me!  I moaned my gratitude as I accepted it and every drop of him!

We kissed deeply and basked in  our afterglow, I was so very happy!

B is the first man I have ever had breed me, after Cockpit of course.  He is beautiful in so many ways, he is very generous, and encourages me to have fun with other men as he watches, cooks delightful meals, shares his bed, mind, and body.  He’s even surprised me with meaningful gifts during my visit.

He’s genuine nerdy boyfriend material, and I aim to keep this one.

Play Safe Dear Reader

My Puppy Cockpit

March 22nd, 2017


It’s way past time that I dedicate an entry entirely to my best friend and beloved puppy, Cockpit!

We met in the Spring of 2011 at a bar in Long Beach called Pistons, during an event called SoCa Bondage. I was mingling with the crowd and we came together, after some conversation I offered him my body to practice his bondage skills on. He restrained my arms above my head with padded leather cuffs, tied my legs to a post, blindfolded me with a black bandanna and then covered my mouth with black bondage tape.

He was so sensual, so sexy, and just absolutely wonderful. His kisses on my taped lips made me thirst for him. He teased, toyed, and tortured my bare chest, and I moaned, growled, and whimpered my gratitude as he had his way with me. My desire came true at the end of our play when he removed my tape and bindings, then held me close and kissed me. It was pure bliss. We traded information and made plans for a coffee date later on, which was also thoroughly enjoyable, so much so that we agreed upon another meet, and this one was sealed into my most treasured memories.

He texted me specific instructions on what to wear, where to meet him, and what to do. He also sent a picture of himself in full desert BDUs, all of which made my heart race at double time! I was to come to his garage door which was marked with a piece of black bondage tape, and enter, but never look him in the eyes. I remember being so excited and nervous, standing in front of that big white door, lifting it, seeing his boots and immediately gluing my eyes to the ground shutting the door. In moments his breath was at my neck, his voice at my ear telling me that there was no back once we started. The memory still gives me chills and a throbbing hard on even today!

He was so strong! So demanding! I wanted to leave my life behind and become his plaything! I was terrified he could rip me apart at any moment, but certain he wouldn’t do so much as even break my skin or draw blood. He bound me in the darkness, blindfolded, and gagged me! Made me into his boy toy! I worshiped him! He later brought me into his home, and ordered me to fold my clothes neatly and come inside his living room. I never paid so much detailed attention to my laundry before in my life. He later informed me I was subject to inspection, more nervous fear washed over me, oh the things he did to me! He kept my pulse racing even as he stroked my throbbing dick and ordered me not to cum, then kissed me deeply and further pushed my erotic torture! I remember when he ordered me to shower after our play was done I left the bathroom door open and didn’t even touch his soap, terrified of using anything of his without permission!

I came out and kept my eyes on the floor, he invited me over to the couch in a gentle voice and when I was in his arms, that warm loving embrace was so comforting like a lit fireplace on the night of a cold storm. He told me I could look up. I did so, cautiously, I was so surprised because it was like seeing a completely different person! Where did the strict military man go? Where were you hiding this whole time?

Before I left he gifted me two treasures, the first was the collar he had used on me that evening. A simple hard leather collar with a metal ring at the throat, which I will cherish forever. The other was a pair of his military-issued boxer shorts which he wore while he served in Afghanistan. My eyes are welling up with tears as I recall my feelings of deep gratitude.

One day, months later after we had become fast friends, he had me over following one of his trips to San Francisco, and he asked me in all seriousness if I’d be interested in being his Handler. I excitedly said I’d love to be! Followed by asking what a Handler actually was! I was only too pleased to be a close friend to him, and the details didn’t matter to me as long as this made him happy. He then educated me on what Puppy Play was, what Handlers did, and I was even more thrilled to agree to the role.

I also fondly remember him inviting me over to join in a photoshoot he prepared at his apartment with a photographer buddy of his. He wanted a set of pictures of the two of us as Pup and Handler, with him in various submissive poses, including one of my boots on top of him. He later admitted to just how hard it got him to be under my booted feet and I couldn’t stop grinning! Later on he would invite me along to my very first puppy dinner in San Francisco and my first experience being his handler. It was held at Don Ramone’s, a two story Mexican restaurant that the SF K-9 Unit had reserved the 2nd floor private dining area for. The handlers ordered for the pups and when the food came we cut it up into bite-sized pieces and spooned it into their doggy bowls. The staff loved this so much, they would even wash your dog bowl for you if you asked nicely! I remember being so nervous about being seen as the “greenhorn” handler that I was very careful and observant about everything. Then I had to use the bathroom, and when I returned I found Cockpit was face deep in my plate on the table! I was so shocked I could only sputter out “Excuse you?” to which he turned to look at me in his pup hood with this nonchalant “Oh, you’re back.” look before he just went back to all fours on the floor.

To my chagrin, one of the veteran members of the group, Wolf, said “You gotta watch your plate around these pups if you’re gonna be a handler.” successfully stabbing my ego with the exact instance I had been trying to avoid all night!

Cockpit also was the one to take me to my very first IML, the evening before our flight we stayed in a hotel next door to the airport. Before we turned in for the night we took a shower together and it will always be one of my most cherished experiences. It was hot, steamy, romantic and incredibly intimate. He was behind me, his wet body pressing up against mine, his arms around me, the lights turned themselves off being on a motion sensor and only the blue glow of the outside lights coming in through the frosted glass window lit the room. He slowly guided his thick, throbbing manhood into my hole...and he gently entered me. He was inside of me, my best friend and I held close in the steamy air under the cascading warm waters as one beautiful whole of an expression of love and compassion. It was one of the most beloved and incredible, there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I don’t wish to go back and re-live that moment, to go back to that night. I pray he knows just how wonderful that felt and how much it meant to me.

The morning after we flew first class to IML, my first time in such nice accommodations! When we landed and headed down to claim our bags, I spotted a driver holding a sign with my name on it. I said “Oh, cool that guy has the same name as…” but I trailed off as I looked at Cockpit, he simply smiled and nodded, he had ordered us a personalized ride to the host hotel for our first IML together! I was over the moon with how much he was spoiling me! I hugged and kissed him, giddy as all hell!

One evening during the event, we were both in full gear, myself in my leather and Cockpit in full puppy, outside the hotel at 3:00am. Cockpit was playing with a puppy friend, pup Apollo, batting around an empty water bottle back and forth. Then Cockpit pounced on it, flattening it completely. He took one last look at it, then looked elsewhere ignoring the bottle completely, so I picked it up and asked “Are you all done? Are you bored with your bottle?” to which he waved a leather-mitted paw very dismissively to me with a sigh of “Arf.” I froze, stunned, and he quickly looked to see my reaction and I could see a giddy mischievous gleam in his eyes, later on he would tell me the look on my face was priceless and that “Did I just get summarily dismissed by my puppy?!” explained it pretty well. Cockpit has since taken me on many trips, San Francisco for Folsom, Dore Alley, various SF K-9 Unit events, Chicago for IML a few times, and he even went all out and made a huge Christmas in Hawaii trip for myself and several others. He’s incredibly attractive on so many angles. His intelligence is off the charts, book smart, social smarts, street smart, it’s intimidating at times of just how intelligent he really is overall. An example of how I find this sexy is that at our first IML together the first thing we did when we got to the room was start a discussion on String Theory, and I have to say it was one of the sexiest talks I had all weekend! A strong mind is a huge turn on for me.

Then there’s his personality, witty, sarcastic, and a huge goofball who has a poker face that could make any master of the cards fold within minutes. I’m never not smiling around him. Physically, he has that handsome geek look about him, fine-tuned, neat-n-tidy, warm, finished off with his military cut silver hair paired with his arctic ice blue eyes that could pierce stone with a sewing needle or melt the ever frost. It all makes me want to drop to my knees in a collapse of admiration and a famished heart.

He’s an A-Type, OCD clean freak, minimalist that makes me strive to be just as organized as him on a bad day! He’d pass the white glove test so well they’d need to use an entirely new grade of white just for him! Whenever I kiss him it’s never long enough, whenever I hold him it’s never close enough, whenever we laugh I’m always greedy for more. My heart craves for him like an addict, I must have all of him.

I fantasize over him, I have one particular fantasy which involves a warm cabin in the snowy mountains, him dressed to the nines in a full RCMP uniform, and a huge warm bed with candlelight.

Cockpit has earned his place in my heart through his acts of generosity, his patience, and his endless understanding. I feel at times he understands me more than I do myself. When I come to him with an idea, excited and jubilant, he gently reveals it can be more than just an idea, and gives me clues as to how I can build it and make it real. He’s not like so many others, who give me doubt and hesitation as a first response. He truly is a fan to my fire!

Whenever I turn to repay his kindnesses, he simply smiles, turns me back around, and pushes me forward, telling me to give it to someone else in front of me. He’s given not only myself so much, but he’s given many, many, many other souls happiness. Even if he denies it politely, remains modest, and claims he isn’t as amazing as I sing his praises to be, I know in my heart he is.

I love you, Cockpit. Thank you so much for everything you have given me! I can’t wait to have even more adventures with you! I would burn borders for you, and follow you to the depths of Tartarus just to drag you back to the surface.


Play Safe Dear Readers, and may you be blessed with many dear friends yourselves.