Monday, February 4, 2019
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Weekend with a Rubber Slave
Friday, November 2nd - Sunday, November 4th 2018
Friday: I was invited to stay the weekend with my new rubber slave at his home out in Montesano, this morning I picked up some wine and a box of donuts for the both of us before hitting the road. A pleasantly straightforward trip later, I arrived at what I’ll simply refer to as “the estate”, as the place was simply too big and luxurious to be summed up as “the house”.
The boy was in the driveway washing down an SUV when I pulled into the large driveway, I parked and kissed him hello, he brought my suitcase in and then gave me a tour. The place was quite large, containing a gym, an indoor saltwater pool, a private movie theater, sauna room, and other very comfortable amenities. I was simply blown away by it all, the boy was living the life I had fantasized about for years.
The boy had also kept his promise of taking care of my rubber gear he had borrowed during his initial visit of my house, it was cleaned, shined, and looked good as new! Well done, boy! I was quite pleased with him.
My slave made us dinner of grilled chicken and steamed vegetables, after dinner we went downstairs and enjoyed a very intimate naked swim in the dark, followed by a sweat in the sauna, after which he showed me what he referred to as “the disco shower”. Two water spouts, an overhead water tile with colored LED light panels as well as a steam vent. It briefly reminded me of a certain shower I had enjoyed years ago back in San Francisco where one could easily bathe with five large men and still have room. I took the opportunity and pushed the boy up against the wall, lubed up his hole, and slid inside of him to make it a proper disco shower. His moans echoing off the dark brown stone tile as the warm colors cycled overhead, combined with the steamy cascading waters enveloping us both made it quite the experience to remember.
I cut off my primal bombardment of his sweet hole before coming too close to my peak, I had us dry off and gear up. The slave donned his rubber, threw some porn on the TV in his bedroom as we got ready for fun. Traded the poppers back and forth, buckled my leather collar on his neck, clipped my leash to him, then led him out to the living room where I pulled the gas mask I borrowed from my roommate over the boy’s head and put him on his knees.
Unfortunately I feel things escalated a bit too fast as the boy called for a full stop to the scene, which I complied with immediately. He explained his reasons and I confirmed they were quite valid. I released him from bondage and took him right to bed where I held him and we talked about many things both kink and not. Not too long afterward we got back into the mood and fooled around, I lubed up and gently entered his sweet slave hole, making love to my rubber slave, gently, lovingly, sensually inside of him, relishing his warmth . Listening to him moan and beg for it until I couldn’t hold back, I thrust harder and harder, pounding him, shoving my manhood deep inside him! I finally erupted and unloaded inside my rubber gimp plaything! Signing my name in cum at the end of a wonderful letter of sensual sexual expression!
I held him close, arms wrapped around his slender frame in heartfelt aftercare and our afterglow. His heart was pounding, he felt so perfect in my grasp.
Saturday: We woke up fairly late, but then I have a daily routine of waking up at 6:00am, much to the disbelief and confusion of many of my friends. We amused ourselves with silly videos on social media before getting ready for the day. I helped him with an errand, we grabbed breakfast after, once home the boy was very tired and the day was deemed a lazy day. He went back to bed and I went for a swim. I burned notes into my kink diary and explored the estate as he slept. Later on we enjoyed a movie together in the theater and soon called it a night.
Sunday: The boy took me out for a driving tour of the city, showed me some interesting spots including the Satsop nuclear power plant, now defunct, but has tremendous potential for kink photoshoots with its eerie industrial aesthetic! I will definitely be coming back here with friends in the future!
Once back at the estate as I packed up to leave, he told me of an annual bondage party he attends and would put me in contact with the host. I gratefully accepted as I’m trying to find more sources of kink in Washington that doesn’t solely rely on driving all the way up to Seattle for every little thing. I’m also hoping this leads to more fun adventures I can happily discuss here!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Friday: I was invited to stay the weekend with my new rubber slave at his home out in Montesano, this morning I picked up some wine and a box of donuts for the both of us before hitting the road. A pleasantly straightforward trip later, I arrived at what I’ll simply refer to as “the estate”, as the place was simply too big and luxurious to be summed up as “the house”.
The boy was in the driveway washing down an SUV when I pulled into the large driveway, I parked and kissed him hello, he brought my suitcase in and then gave me a tour. The place was quite large, containing a gym, an indoor saltwater pool, a private movie theater, sauna room, and other very comfortable amenities. I was simply blown away by it all, the boy was living the life I had fantasized about for years.
The boy had also kept his promise of taking care of my rubber gear he had borrowed during his initial visit of my house, it was cleaned, shined, and looked good as new! Well done, boy! I was quite pleased with him.
My slave made us dinner of grilled chicken and steamed vegetables, after dinner we went downstairs and enjoyed a very intimate naked swim in the dark, followed by a sweat in the sauna, after which he showed me what he referred to as “the disco shower”. Two water spouts, an overhead water tile with colored LED light panels as well as a steam vent. It briefly reminded me of a certain shower I had enjoyed years ago back in San Francisco where one could easily bathe with five large men and still have room. I took the opportunity and pushed the boy up against the wall, lubed up his hole, and slid inside of him to make it a proper disco shower. His moans echoing off the dark brown stone tile as the warm colors cycled overhead, combined with the steamy cascading waters enveloping us both made it quite the experience to remember.
I cut off my primal bombardment of his sweet hole before coming too close to my peak, I had us dry off and gear up. The slave donned his rubber, threw some porn on the TV in his bedroom as we got ready for fun. Traded the poppers back and forth, buckled my leather collar on his neck, clipped my leash to him, then led him out to the living room where I pulled the gas mask I borrowed from my roommate over the boy’s head and put him on his knees.
Unfortunately I feel things escalated a bit too fast as the boy called for a full stop to the scene, which I complied with immediately. He explained his reasons and I confirmed they were quite valid. I released him from bondage and took him right to bed where I held him and we talked about many things both kink and not. Not too long afterward we got back into the mood and fooled around, I lubed up and gently entered his sweet slave hole, making love to my rubber slave, gently, lovingly, sensually inside of him, relishing his warmth . Listening to him moan and beg for it until I couldn’t hold back, I thrust harder and harder, pounding him, shoving my manhood deep inside him! I finally erupted and unloaded inside my rubber gimp plaything! Signing my name in cum at the end of a wonderful letter of sensual sexual expression!
I held him close, arms wrapped around his slender frame in heartfelt aftercare and our afterglow. His heart was pounding, he felt so perfect in my grasp.
Saturday: We woke up fairly late, but then I have a daily routine of waking up at 6:00am, much to the disbelief and confusion of many of my friends. We amused ourselves with silly videos on social media before getting ready for the day. I helped him with an errand, we grabbed breakfast after, once home the boy was very tired and the day was deemed a lazy day. He went back to bed and I went for a swim. I burned notes into my kink diary and explored the estate as he slept. Later on we enjoyed a movie together in the theater and soon called it a night.
Sunday: The boy took me out for a driving tour of the city, showed me some interesting spots including the Satsop nuclear power plant, now defunct, but has tremendous potential for kink photoshoots with its eerie industrial aesthetic! I will definitely be coming back here with friends in the future!
Once back at the estate as I packed up to leave, he told me of an annual bondage party he attends and would put me in contact with the host. I gratefully accepted as I’m trying to find more sources of kink in Washington that doesn’t solely rely on driving all the way up to Seattle for every little thing. I’m also hoping this leads to more fun adventures I can happily discuss here!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Second Chance for a Rubber Slave
Saturday, October 27th 2018
Tonight I gave a flake a second chance, which is quite rare. A young man sent my roommate a video of himself getting on his knees and apologizing to me for flaking and wasting my valuable time. I didn’t expect to actually receive it, and upon viewing it I saw he was sincere, forgave him, and invited him over for the weekend.
Upon the boy’s arrival I met him outside and had him lick my boots to greet me, he meant it as I could feel his warm eager tongue through my boot leather, one of my favorite sensations as a dom. My roommate joined in, the boy obediently moved to his boots as well, and once we were satisfied we pulled him inside and downstairs into my Fox Den. I ordered him to change into his rubber bodysuit and that we were headed out to pick up energy drinks and booze. He’d never gone out wearing his gear hidden under his regular clothes before and was nervous. I was happy to put the boy through a new experience he would most likely not forget. I also took this opportunity to lock my chain collar on his neck and have him feel the weight of servitude during his stay, it felt great to snap that padlock shut.
I pulled on my leather jacket and harness boots, but left my muir cap at the house (don’t need to spook the normies), and one enjoyable trip with my new rubber slave later, we came back and got comfortable. A bit of drinking later and we were downstairs in my lair, the boy in rubber, hooded, cuffed, on his knees sucking cock. My roommate and I tag-teamed dominating the slave. He hooded him in a gasmask of his and poppered him up good and stupid, and this twink can really take it! I can’t even get near the stuff he was using. We swapped masks from the black Russian style gas mask with taped eye screens, for a funnel gas mask, and I released my stream down the boy’s tubes and throat. I was his first piss top and I intend to fill him up regularly, he drank it all down like a very good boy!
Finally I had to have his ass, it had been on my mind the entire time, I took off his funnel mask, unzipped his rear zipper, bent him over the side of the couch and generously lubed up his boyhole and my manhood. I slowly slid inside his sweet ass and I felt right at home. Warm, tight, and his slave moans just brought me back to my merciless headspace. I rammed that boy good and hard! I was taking that ass for myself! Dark Fox was in charge now you moaning little bitch! I ramped it up! Harder! Faster! No mercy! FUCK yeah! I howled as I shot my hot load into his slave hole! Fuck! I slapped his ass and kept banging him!
“I OWN YOU NOW!” I barked! He replied with a breathless “yes Sir!” I was finished and gave the slave over to my roommate, who took the boy and had his way with his mouth, blowing his own load down their throat, successfully filling him in both ends.
After all of those pleasurable endeavors I was quite spent, however the boy was still full of energy and raring to go, not a bad thing at all. However if it weren’t for all the cider in my system and the boy being poppered, I would have gladly gone out at 2:00am and grabbed a late bite. Instead I retired to my bed and smiled as the slave eagerly went through the kink gear in my closet like an excited puppy. I must say this boy looks fantastic in leather and if he grows a tad bit dominant will wear a muir cap extremely well.
I finally grabbed the boy and pulled him under the covers with me, ensnaring his wonderfully slender body in my arms and smiling as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I sent him upstairs to serve my roommate’s dick, and he did so quite obediently. Afterwards it was time for the new boy toy to pack up and make his way out, he even promised to clean my old rubber gear which I hadn’t worn in ages, so I’m quite impressed with this one.
I’m sincerely looking forward to plowing his boyhole again very soon!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Tonight I gave a flake a second chance, which is quite rare. A young man sent my roommate a video of himself getting on his knees and apologizing to me for flaking and wasting my valuable time. I didn’t expect to actually receive it, and upon viewing it I saw he was sincere, forgave him, and invited him over for the weekend.
Upon the boy’s arrival I met him outside and had him lick my boots to greet me, he meant it as I could feel his warm eager tongue through my boot leather, one of my favorite sensations as a dom. My roommate joined in, the boy obediently moved to his boots as well, and once we were satisfied we pulled him inside and downstairs into my Fox Den. I ordered him to change into his rubber bodysuit and that we were headed out to pick up energy drinks and booze. He’d never gone out wearing his gear hidden under his regular clothes before and was nervous. I was happy to put the boy through a new experience he would most likely not forget. I also took this opportunity to lock my chain collar on his neck and have him feel the weight of servitude during his stay, it felt great to snap that padlock shut.
I pulled on my leather jacket and harness boots, but left my muir cap at the house (don’t need to spook the normies), and one enjoyable trip with my new rubber slave later, we came back and got comfortable. A bit of drinking later and we were downstairs in my lair, the boy in rubber, hooded, cuffed, on his knees sucking cock. My roommate and I tag-teamed dominating the slave. He hooded him in a gasmask of his and poppered him up good and stupid, and this twink can really take it! I can’t even get near the stuff he was using. We swapped masks from the black Russian style gas mask with taped eye screens, for a funnel gas mask, and I released my stream down the boy’s tubes and throat. I was his first piss top and I intend to fill him up regularly, he drank it all down like a very good boy!
Finally I had to have his ass, it had been on my mind the entire time, I took off his funnel mask, unzipped his rear zipper, bent him over the side of the couch and generously lubed up his boyhole and my manhood. I slowly slid inside his sweet ass and I felt right at home. Warm, tight, and his slave moans just brought me back to my merciless headspace. I rammed that boy good and hard! I was taking that ass for myself! Dark Fox was in charge now you moaning little bitch! I ramped it up! Harder! Faster! No mercy! FUCK yeah! I howled as I shot my hot load into his slave hole! Fuck! I slapped his ass and kept banging him!
“I OWN YOU NOW!” I barked! He replied with a breathless “yes Sir!” I was finished and gave the slave over to my roommate, who took the boy and had his way with his mouth, blowing his own load down their throat, successfully filling him in both ends.
After all of those pleasurable endeavors I was quite spent, however the boy was still full of energy and raring to go, not a bad thing at all. However if it weren’t for all the cider in my system and the boy being poppered, I would have gladly gone out at 2:00am and grabbed a late bite. Instead I retired to my bed and smiled as the slave eagerly went through the kink gear in my closet like an excited puppy. I must say this boy looks fantastic in leather and if he grows a tad bit dominant will wear a muir cap extremely well.
I finally grabbed the boy and pulled him under the covers with me, ensnaring his wonderfully slender body in my arms and smiling as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I sent him upstairs to serve my roommate’s dick, and he did so quite obediently. Afterwards it was time for the new boy toy to pack up and make his way out, he even promised to clean my old rubber gear which I hadn’t worn in ages, so I’m quite impressed with this one.
I’m sincerely looking forward to plowing his boyhole again very soon!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
The New boy in Town
Saturday, October 27th, 2018
This afternoon I met an adorable boy named C. from an online app. He’s a young man of submissive nature, new in town, and who slid into the Daddy/boy mentality fairly quick! I was out replacing something for my car when I thought “Why not?” and invited him to coffee. Luckily he was free and agreed, and he is so much cuter in person! He’s sweet, warm to be around, and has a cuddly personality. Both of us were quite horned up, so after our little coffee date I ordered him to follow me home.
A gamer geek, good kisser, nice personality, sexy body, yeah, he’s a winning shot. Once home I took him on a local nature trail where we had a pleasant private walk where our roles of Daddy and boy intensified, I kissed him deeply, fondling his bulge. His moans were like silk, so eager, hungry, his pleading voice calling me “Daddy!”, his confession that no one had touched him in months, his curiosity of kink. I had to have him.
I pulled him home with me and downstairs into my Fox Den. Stripping him to his underwear I collared and leashed him, pushed him down to his knees and held him close, looking down at him as he smiled up at me, the sight warmed my heart. He wanted to be a good boy. MY good boy. I was pleased. I lay on the couch and had him service my dick.
Oh. My. God. His oral skills...were absolutely incredible! I came so close to blowing my load so quickly I had to force myself to stop him! I couldn’t bust yet! After cuddling him I moved our party to my bedroom and we slipped into a make out so sensual. After a lot of lovely kink talk, the boy worshipping my body, and more kissing, I had him sit up against me and wrapped one arm around him with the other hand stroking his throbbing cock, and what an impressive manhood it is!
Eager moans from a horny boy so hungry to please his new Leather Daddy, gasps of gratitude, and finally a beautiful climax of warm cum all over his sexy stomach and chest! Fuck, what a load! Spooning him in the afterglow I wore a grin of satisfaction, and a few minutes later he told me he could go again. I challenged him to prove it and true to his word that lovely cock of this sweet boy erupted not just once more, but three times total during his time spent in my lair! I’m astounded! I’d only heard of men boast of this ability and thought it was simply masculine hubris! I thought out loud of finding a milking device and collecting his loads to use as lubricant when I fuck his tight boyhole! He smiled and confessed he loved the idea as much as I did!
Hungry from all this fun, we continued our little date with a lunch he quite generously paid for, and a long conversation. When it came time for him to leave we couldn’t stop kissing at the door. He’s such a good boy, and I have quite a number of kinky plans for his future!
He’s going to look so hot in a harness and little else!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Monday, January 7, 2019
Mess in the Woods
Sunday, April 22nd, 2018
I met E. this afternoon after talking a while online on a gunge/WAM fan site, we're both into making fun messes with other guys and he's into pies specifically. He made a special trip down from Seattle to meet me. He mentioned he should be able to pie me for making the journey, I replied that it'd be an admission fee I would have no problem paying.
He's a very burly guy, muscular, hairy, and very, very handsome. A soft-spoken gentleman with a sweet and pleasant demeanor. We met at a local Japanese garden downtown and talked a bit, getting familiar, breaking the ice. We headed over to a favorite park of mine and he fetched the frozen pies which he picked up on his way to meet me from his car and left them out on a sunny rock in our hopes they'd thaw enough to play with. We sat together and talked more as we waited for our play food to warm up, he showed me some very hot pictures of him in various uniform costumes such as UPS, security guard, and a baseball outfit which he all filled incredibly well and of which I sincerely hope to see him fill once more in person!
He also revealed some incredibly hot photos of him absolutely covered in mud! (Yes, my jeans were quite damp at this point.)
When we couldn't wait any longer, we headed deep into the woods and as part of a little bet of Evens or Odds, which I lost to no dismay of mine, he was permitted to pie me. I took off my shirt and he gently mashed the half-frozen coconut cream pie in my face. The whipped cream layer was thawed, but it was a shame the filling was still solid, nonetheless he got me good and covered! I was immediately reminded of all my previous messy encounters, and of how wonderful it felt to be made a mess of! To be creamed by this handsome stud of a woof was a distinct pleasure!
The look of joy and satisfaction on E.'s face made this venture even more worth it. Cleanup was a tad awkward, but thankfully he was prepared with towels and trash bags. I sincerely hope that things will fall together for us to meet more often, and hopefully make a special trip for a muddy experience which I've been craving for literal decades now, and E. is definitely a man I'd like to make a hot mess of!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
I met E. this afternoon after talking a while online on a gunge/WAM fan site, we're both into making fun messes with other guys and he's into pies specifically. He made a special trip down from Seattle to meet me. He mentioned he should be able to pie me for making the journey, I replied that it'd be an admission fee I would have no problem paying.
He's a very burly guy, muscular, hairy, and very, very handsome. A soft-spoken gentleman with a sweet and pleasant demeanor. We met at a local Japanese garden downtown and talked a bit, getting familiar, breaking the ice. We headed over to a favorite park of mine and he fetched the frozen pies which he picked up on his way to meet me from his car and left them out on a sunny rock in our hopes they'd thaw enough to play with. We sat together and talked more as we waited for our play food to warm up, he showed me some very hot pictures of him in various uniform costumes such as UPS, security guard, and a baseball outfit which he all filled incredibly well and of which I sincerely hope to see him fill once more in person!
He also revealed some incredibly hot photos of him absolutely covered in mud! (Yes, my jeans were quite damp at this point.)
When we couldn't wait any longer, we headed deep into the woods and as part of a little bet of Evens or Odds, which I lost to no dismay of mine, he was permitted to pie me. I took off my shirt and he gently mashed the half-frozen coconut cream pie in my face. The whipped cream layer was thawed, but it was a shame the filling was still solid, nonetheless he got me good and covered! I was immediately reminded of all my previous messy encounters, and of how wonderful it felt to be made a mess of! To be creamed by this handsome stud of a woof was a distinct pleasure!
The look of joy and satisfaction on E.'s face made this venture even more worth it. Cleanup was a tad awkward, but thankfully he was prepared with towels and trash bags. I sincerely hope that things will fall together for us to meet more often, and hopefully make a special trip for a muddy experience which I've been craving for literal decades now, and E. is definitely a man I'd like to make a hot mess of!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Enslaved Introductions
Wednesday, April 18th, 2018
I met the incredibly adorable "T" online after receiving permission and blessing to meet him from his Master at a coffee shop this morning. I immediately fell in love with how cute he was on first sight, he’s very tidy and well kept, as well as timid and soft spoken. It pulled my dominant energy out quite easily.
We grabbed drinks, headed over to a local department store as I offered to help him on his shopping errand, it’s much more fun than sitting in the same place trying to come up with useless small talk to get to know someone as the environment is changing there’s plenty to talk about. The errand finished, I had him drive us over to one of my favorite parks for a more private walk and talk. Discovered that he’s quite the fresh new boy in the gay world with little experience with physical love from another man. At this point I had to put another mental seal on Dark Fox’s cage as he started to rattle his bars, drooling hungrily. I couldn’t risk scaring the poor boy off, he needed to be initiated gently, and I didn’t want this one to get the wrong idea and turn into yet another “cum, go, and vanish” situation like so many of the men before him. I instructed him that when he was ready to be more personal with me, to place his hand on my leg to give me the signal.
Words can get caught in the throat, this was much clearer.
After our journey through the woods, we grabbed a meal and once finished we got back into his car and that’s where the boy gave me the signal. He looked at me with those beautiful nervous eyes and gently put his hesitant hand on my leg. It was go time.
I reached back and rubbed the back of his head and watched him slowly melt as his brain turned off and he sank into submission under my touch, this was going to be fun. I ordered him to drive us to another park and once there to follow me into the woods. I pushed him up against a tree, my knee just under his balls, and kissed him forcefully, he nearly passed out in my grasp. I pushed my knee further between his legs to keep the boy standing, he WANTED this. He called me “Sir” repeatedly, told me he trusted me, and I dragged him back to the car and took him home.
Once inside, I had him remove my boots, and then pulled him upstairs where I lay on my bed and ordered him to strip to his underwear for me, he revealed a beautiful body just ripe for the ravaging, as well as a bulge and a fresh precum stain soaked into the fabric. I beckoned him into my arms where I held his shaking body. I cuddled the boy, kissed him, I pinned him down to lick, nip, and bite him, all milking moans and gasps from his chest. It was as if no one had ever played with, let alone touched the poor boy ever before in his life!
He breathily confessed he wanted to be controlled, used, enslaved, fucked raw and have his boy hole filled with another man’s seed! I had to throw myself on the Dark Fox’s cage to keep my beast from tearing open the cell door and ripping this poor boy to cum-soaked pieces! My beast roared from inside his prison, the door slippery with drool where he had been chewing the bars!
I cooled us down, held the boy close and we rested for a time, talking more, and he kept begging for my dick. I slid backward on my word that he would have to earn it for next time, as Dark Fox had worn down my stamina, and allowed him to suck my dick. The boy is still inexperienced, but his heart is in the right place, with practice he will be quite the man pleaser. He tried so very hard to make me erupt, so eager for my cum, but I denied him and told him he will earn it in time and I wished not to fall any further back on my word. This would also ensure us a repeat visit, as I desired him to return many times in the future.
Watching him get dressed again was like watching a puppy who was just refused his bone, absolutely heartbreaking, he desired it so genuinely and deeply, however this is the coldness of discipline. He is without a doubt worth the wait.
The next time he arrives at my door I’ll be waiting...in full leather. Muahaha!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
I met the incredibly adorable "T" online after receiving permission and blessing to meet him from his Master at a coffee shop this morning. I immediately fell in love with how cute he was on first sight, he’s very tidy and well kept, as well as timid and soft spoken. It pulled my dominant energy out quite easily.
We grabbed drinks, headed over to a local department store as I offered to help him on his shopping errand, it’s much more fun than sitting in the same place trying to come up with useless small talk to get to know someone as the environment is changing there’s plenty to talk about. The errand finished, I had him drive us over to one of my favorite parks for a more private walk and talk. Discovered that he’s quite the fresh new boy in the gay world with little experience with physical love from another man. At this point I had to put another mental seal on Dark Fox’s cage as he started to rattle his bars, drooling hungrily. I couldn’t risk scaring the poor boy off, he needed to be initiated gently, and I didn’t want this one to get the wrong idea and turn into yet another “cum, go, and vanish” situation like so many of the men before him. I instructed him that when he was ready to be more personal with me, to place his hand on my leg to give me the signal.
Words can get caught in the throat, this was much clearer.
After our journey through the woods, we grabbed a meal and once finished we got back into his car and that’s where the boy gave me the signal. He looked at me with those beautiful nervous eyes and gently put his hesitant hand on my leg. It was go time.
I reached back and rubbed the back of his head and watched him slowly melt as his brain turned off and he sank into submission under my touch, this was going to be fun. I ordered him to drive us to another park and once there to follow me into the woods. I pushed him up against a tree, my knee just under his balls, and kissed him forcefully, he nearly passed out in my grasp. I pushed my knee further between his legs to keep the boy standing, he WANTED this. He called me “Sir” repeatedly, told me he trusted me, and I dragged him back to the car and took him home.
Once inside, I had him remove my boots, and then pulled him upstairs where I lay on my bed and ordered him to strip to his underwear for me, he revealed a beautiful body just ripe for the ravaging, as well as a bulge and a fresh precum stain soaked into the fabric. I beckoned him into my arms where I held his shaking body. I cuddled the boy, kissed him, I pinned him down to lick, nip, and bite him, all milking moans and gasps from his chest. It was as if no one had ever played with, let alone touched the poor boy ever before in his life!
He breathily confessed he wanted to be controlled, used, enslaved, fucked raw and have his boy hole filled with another man’s seed! I had to throw myself on the Dark Fox’s cage to keep my beast from tearing open the cell door and ripping this poor boy to cum-soaked pieces! My beast roared from inside his prison, the door slippery with drool where he had been chewing the bars!
I cooled us down, held the boy close and we rested for a time, talking more, and he kept begging for my dick. I slid backward on my word that he would have to earn it for next time, as Dark Fox had worn down my stamina, and allowed him to suck my dick. The boy is still inexperienced, but his heart is in the right place, with practice he will be quite the man pleaser. He tried so very hard to make me erupt, so eager for my cum, but I denied him and told him he will earn it in time and I wished not to fall any further back on my word. This would also ensure us a repeat visit, as I desired him to return many times in the future.
Watching him get dressed again was like watching a puppy who was just refused his bone, absolutely heartbreaking, he desired it so genuinely and deeply, however this is the coldness of discipline. He is without a doubt worth the wait.
The next time he arrives at my door I’ll be waiting...in full leather. Muahaha!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
The Foot Wolf
Tuesday, April 3rd, 2018
This morning I made the error of attempting to organize my borderline hoarding disorder collection of porn videos on my external hard drive (in my defense, having esoteric kink and fetish interests such as men sinking in quicksand, tentacle bondage, and leather scenes where they actually keep the damn gear on tends to make it difficult to find good material, so when given the chance I download as much free media as possible) which led to me being absolutely insatiable and starved for some masculine attention.
Thankfully a local man living in the almost immediate neighborhood by the name of Wolf was online on one of my gay hookup apps and we made plans to meet this afternoon. Needless to say as delighted as I was to connect with him, I was driven to distraction and completely unable to get any important or even frivolous work done. Finally 4pm rolled around and I was invited over to his place.
A short walk cutting through the neighborhood next door, I couldn’t be more thrilled than if my new neighbors who moved in next door were body-building twunks with a financial enslavement fetish. He greets me at the door and I’m met with a very handsome, slender, thick-bearded young man standing at least half a head taller than myself. He introduces me to their beautiful dogs before we head inside and flop on the couch to watch some sci-fi show on TV. At this point I’m horny at full force so I skip the needless feeling-out, grab Wolf by the chest from behind and pull him into a sensual cuddle. Playing innocent is a waste of my time. A short time later he confesses to having a foot fetish and in the same breath asks if he could play with my feet.
My ears perk, grin widens, and my boots off in record time. I adore foot fetishists, they give the best attention and care to your feet, and I absolutely love having my feet massaged and admired on. Wolf was eager but also shy, he was politely gentle with my feet and after a bit he took my socks off and surprisingly stuck my foot in his mouth! Oh did that feel fucking great! His tongue moved methodically around each of my toes as he worshipped my foot, mashing his face into my sole, wiping the ball of my foot on his forehead, and even nipping the bottom of my heel, forcing a laugh out of me!
I didn’t want him to stop! It was way too enjoyable! However my increasing libido and a hint of anxiety in the air (which was for once not my own) gave me clue to move our scene. Once in his room clothes were discarded and I was able to see his beautiful naked form. His slender, toned, smooth body was exactly what I wanted to sink my teeth into, deep kissing, stroking of throbbing members, more foot worship, he still felt shy and reserved that I was just seeing the surface of what lay beneath. He went for my armpit and drew back, I mentally cursed, raunch pigs hate deodorant with a passion, but all things considered I only found out the moment he shoved his face there.
He barely mentioned his kinks at all, most likely being cautious over having a new playmate so conveniently close? Regardless, I promised never to wear it when planning to meet him in the future. An easy task, I barely have need for it or use it as it is. He retrieved a large, plastic, nearly empty container of coconut oil from his bedside and slathered some on his beautiful, long, throbbing manhood before offering me some. I happily took some, interested in trying an all-natural lubricant. I’ve had olive oil before and that was an interesting delight. I must say, it felt very comfortable and smelled just as enjoyable.
I told him I wanted him to paint me with his cum, he straddled over me and stroked himself, as he did so I took the time to admire the man looming over me, his gorgeous body, his handsome young face, his soft smooth skin. He neared release, and I focused on his face as he climaxed and sprayed my chest with his warm essence. He has no idea just how hot he truly is. I followed suit soon after which was truly easy with him as a view.
Post climax I didn’t delay, I had a feeling I was working with a time limit and sure enough the word “roommates” came up. Social awkwardness is a hell I’m too familiar with and despite nothing shameful transpiring during my visit, I wasn’t about to argue. I swiftly cleaned up, clothed, and politely took my leave as well as informed him that he was more than welcome over at my place for a longer visit if he so desired.
I simply neglected to mention he’s not allowed to wear a shirt in my house. WOOF.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
This morning I made the error of attempting to organize my borderline hoarding disorder collection of porn videos on my external hard drive (in my defense, having esoteric kink and fetish interests such as men sinking in quicksand, tentacle bondage, and leather scenes where they actually keep the damn gear on tends to make it difficult to find good material, so when given the chance I download as much free media as possible) which led to me being absolutely insatiable and starved for some masculine attention.
Thankfully a local man living in the almost immediate neighborhood by the name of Wolf was online on one of my gay hookup apps and we made plans to meet this afternoon. Needless to say as delighted as I was to connect with him, I was driven to distraction and completely unable to get any important or even frivolous work done. Finally 4pm rolled around and I was invited over to his place.
A short walk cutting through the neighborhood next door, I couldn’t be more thrilled than if my new neighbors who moved in next door were body-building twunks with a financial enslavement fetish. He greets me at the door and I’m met with a very handsome, slender, thick-bearded young man standing at least half a head taller than myself. He introduces me to their beautiful dogs before we head inside and flop on the couch to watch some sci-fi show on TV. At this point I’m horny at full force so I skip the needless feeling-out, grab Wolf by the chest from behind and pull him into a sensual cuddle. Playing innocent is a waste of my time. A short time later he confesses to having a foot fetish and in the same breath asks if he could play with my feet.
My ears perk, grin widens, and my boots off in record time. I adore foot fetishists, they give the best attention and care to your feet, and I absolutely love having my feet massaged and admired on. Wolf was eager but also shy, he was politely gentle with my feet and after a bit he took my socks off and surprisingly stuck my foot in his mouth! Oh did that feel fucking great! His tongue moved methodically around each of my toes as he worshipped my foot, mashing his face into my sole, wiping the ball of my foot on his forehead, and even nipping the bottom of my heel, forcing a laugh out of me!
I didn’t want him to stop! It was way too enjoyable! However my increasing libido and a hint of anxiety in the air (which was for once not my own) gave me clue to move our scene. Once in his room clothes were discarded and I was able to see his beautiful naked form. His slender, toned, smooth body was exactly what I wanted to sink my teeth into, deep kissing, stroking of throbbing members, more foot worship, he still felt shy and reserved that I was just seeing the surface of what lay beneath. He went for my armpit and drew back, I mentally cursed, raunch pigs hate deodorant with a passion, but all things considered I only found out the moment he shoved his face there.
He barely mentioned his kinks at all, most likely being cautious over having a new playmate so conveniently close? Regardless, I promised never to wear it when planning to meet him in the future. An easy task, I barely have need for it or use it as it is. He retrieved a large, plastic, nearly empty container of coconut oil from his bedside and slathered some on his beautiful, long, throbbing manhood before offering me some. I happily took some, interested in trying an all-natural lubricant. I’ve had olive oil before and that was an interesting delight. I must say, it felt very comfortable and smelled just as enjoyable.
I told him I wanted him to paint me with his cum, he straddled over me and stroked himself, as he did so I took the time to admire the man looming over me, his gorgeous body, his handsome young face, his soft smooth skin. He neared release, and I focused on his face as he climaxed and sprayed my chest with his warm essence. He has no idea just how hot he truly is. I followed suit soon after which was truly easy with him as a view.
Post climax I didn’t delay, I had a feeling I was working with a time limit and sure enough the word “roommates” came up. Social awkwardness is a hell I’m too familiar with and despite nothing shameful transpiring during my visit, I wasn’t about to argue. I swiftly cleaned up, clothed, and politely took my leave as well as informed him that he was more than welcome over at my place for a longer visit if he so desired.
I simply neglected to mention he’s not allowed to wear a shirt in my house. WOOF.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Aussie Boy Toy Overnight
December 17th, 2017
My beautiful Australian boy toy Stephen came out to spend the day during his holiday trip to the states. He arrived this afternoon and I greeted him in the front courtyard with a deep kiss hello. I eagerly got him inside and his stuff upstairs before kissing him again and properly this time. Long, passionate, ernest, and horned up as fuck.
After catching up a bit, I put him in my leather jock, studded harness, and buckled my leather collar on his neck to make him look the part of my personal boy toy. Man oh man did that make me happy! He gave me a wonderful massage with rubbing oil, feeling him work my body and break up the stress really pleased me. Then we took a sensual shower afterwards, and once dried off and re-geared I put him to work serving my roommate who took a quick liking to him.
My Aussie boy toy took turns sucking our dicks, which he truly is a pro at, he even practices at home on his favorite dildos! Now how can you not commend and admire such submissive energy and effort? I took a moment to eat the cannabis edible he generously brought for me while he and my roommate smoked a bit of weed, (I’m not one for inhalants, sensitive lungs and all, which is why I’m not a fan of poppers, cigars, or cigarettes either).
I went upstairs, changed into my leather, grabbed the lube and a towel and returned downstairs to bend my handsome boy toy over the armrest of the couch and fucked his sweet tight ass raw as he sucked my roommate’s dick! FUCK! His ass was wonderful! I snarled as I thrust and plowed into him! I howled as I shot my hot load deep into his eager submissive hole, painting my name on his insides with my essence! Marking him as my property! I love him, he’s mine!
Spent, we took a break and I sent him upstairs to prep his hypnosis files on his phone as I made some okonomiyaki for dinner. We ate as we watched some stupid PSA’s from the 1950’s and laughed at history. I went upstairs for a quick shower to prep myself for more of my eager and beautiful slave’s attention.
Laid back in my bed, I had my handsome boy toy plug in his headphones and listen to his cocksucking hypnosis tracks while he went down on my manhood. I was genuinely surprised at how deeply he absolutely loses himself in it, his eyes went empty as if his very soul was in chains and imprisoned, it was otherworldly. If it was anyone else in charge I would have been a tad worried, but having that kind of ownership over a man’s mind, a man who wants nothing more than to submit and to be owned by me and myself alone, who trusts and wants me as much as I want him, and all of these feelings are before he loses himself in the marijuana clouds and the digital commands to obey roaring in his ears. I can say with heartfelt conviction it is a feeling of grand pride and thrill to be given that type of power over another human being. It stirs a deep and primal satisfaction.
I finally shot my load deep down his throat, marking him twice as my own, I truly want to keep him. I turned him onto his back and laid him onto my chest, and held him close as we stroked his dick at my command, his moans were sweet music to me as he let loose a fantastic climax.
We cuddled close for a bit, I took in his details as we lay together, his scent, his skin, his hair, his voice, his touch. Appreciating and loving every side of him.
Headed downstairs a little bit later on for another meal, a tad more mindless television, then up once more to bed, wrapping myself around his naked form under my blankets, we fell asleep quite happy.
The next morning I woke up and did my exercise routine, returned to bed to resume cuddling my precious slave, who soon took my manhood in his mouth and pleased me once again, jerking yet another load out of me. He then prepared to leave, and after he was all set and packed, I gave him a long and loving kiss goodbye. I watched him drive off, sadly looking onward as he vanished around the corner. It would most likely be another year or so until I’d see him again, he was so generous to give me a piece of his time here. He’s gotten quite a bit more kinky since our last encounter, as well as a great deal more handsome and attractive. For someone who loves to be mindless, he’s incredibly smart, intelligent, and quick witted. I truly do love him from deep within my heart.
Thinking on it now, to own him like property, to sign a series of forms acknowledging that I was indeed in charge of him like one would be over a dog, to have say over his life. To tell him what I desired him to be, desired him to do, what his purpose was in this world...what power that would be. I would wield it carefully, use a long leash, tugging gently at it to bring him to my boots, allowing him freedoms as if he were free, but just enough boundary to keep his submissive yearnings satisfied, and my hunger for his servitude satiated. His well being first, my satisfaction second.
I bet it would be quite a wonderful experience overall for everyone involved, as I would have it no other way.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
My beautiful Australian boy toy Stephen came out to spend the day during his holiday trip to the states. He arrived this afternoon and I greeted him in the front courtyard with a deep kiss hello. I eagerly got him inside and his stuff upstairs before kissing him again and properly this time. Long, passionate, ernest, and horned up as fuck.
After catching up a bit, I put him in my leather jock, studded harness, and buckled my leather collar on his neck to make him look the part of my personal boy toy. Man oh man did that make me happy! He gave me a wonderful massage with rubbing oil, feeling him work my body and break up the stress really pleased me. Then we took a sensual shower afterwards, and once dried off and re-geared I put him to work serving my roommate who took a quick liking to him.
My Aussie boy toy took turns sucking our dicks, which he truly is a pro at, he even practices at home on his favorite dildos! Now how can you not commend and admire such submissive energy and effort? I took a moment to eat the cannabis edible he generously brought for me while he and my roommate smoked a bit of weed, (I’m not one for inhalants, sensitive lungs and all, which is why I’m not a fan of poppers, cigars, or cigarettes either).
I went upstairs, changed into my leather, grabbed the lube and a towel and returned downstairs to bend my handsome boy toy over the armrest of the couch and fucked his sweet tight ass raw as he sucked my roommate’s dick! FUCK! His ass was wonderful! I snarled as I thrust and plowed into him! I howled as I shot my hot load deep into his eager submissive hole, painting my name on his insides with my essence! Marking him as my property! I love him, he’s mine!
Spent, we took a break and I sent him upstairs to prep his hypnosis files on his phone as I made some okonomiyaki for dinner. We ate as we watched some stupid PSA’s from the 1950’s and laughed at history. I went upstairs for a quick shower to prep myself for more of my eager and beautiful slave’s attention.
Laid back in my bed, I had my handsome boy toy plug in his headphones and listen to his cocksucking hypnosis tracks while he went down on my manhood. I was genuinely surprised at how deeply he absolutely loses himself in it, his eyes went empty as if his very soul was in chains and imprisoned, it was otherworldly. If it was anyone else in charge I would have been a tad worried, but having that kind of ownership over a man’s mind, a man who wants nothing more than to submit and to be owned by me and myself alone, who trusts and wants me as much as I want him, and all of these feelings are before he loses himself in the marijuana clouds and the digital commands to obey roaring in his ears. I can say with heartfelt conviction it is a feeling of grand pride and thrill to be given that type of power over another human being. It stirs a deep and primal satisfaction.
I finally shot my load deep down his throat, marking him twice as my own, I truly want to keep him. I turned him onto his back and laid him onto my chest, and held him close as we stroked his dick at my command, his moans were sweet music to me as he let loose a fantastic climax.
We cuddled close for a bit, I took in his details as we lay together, his scent, his skin, his hair, his voice, his touch. Appreciating and loving every side of him.
Headed downstairs a little bit later on for another meal, a tad more mindless television, then up once more to bed, wrapping myself around his naked form under my blankets, we fell asleep quite happy.
The next morning I woke up and did my exercise routine, returned to bed to resume cuddling my precious slave, who soon took my manhood in his mouth and pleased me once again, jerking yet another load out of me. He then prepared to leave, and after he was all set and packed, I gave him a long and loving kiss goodbye. I watched him drive off, sadly looking onward as he vanished around the corner. It would most likely be another year or so until I’d see him again, he was so generous to give me a piece of his time here. He’s gotten quite a bit more kinky since our last encounter, as well as a great deal more handsome and attractive. For someone who loves to be mindless, he’s incredibly smart, intelligent, and quick witted. I truly do love him from deep within my heart.
Thinking on it now, to own him like property, to sign a series of forms acknowledging that I was indeed in charge of him like one would be over a dog, to have say over his life. To tell him what I desired him to be, desired him to do, what his purpose was in this world...what power that would be. I would wield it carefully, use a long leash, tugging gently at it to bring him to my boots, allowing him freedoms as if he were free, but just enough boundary to keep his submissive yearnings satisfied, and my hunger for his servitude satiated. His well being first, my satisfaction second.
I bet it would be quite a wonderful experience overall for everyone involved, as I would have it no other way.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
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!
Play Safe Dear Reader
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!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
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