I had again spent the evening with Papa and Derek, but this morning's wake up was considerably less leisurely than its predecessor. Check out was at 11 sharp and all us leather folk needed to be out. Being the day before the inauguration, check out was pretty serious this year. So we woke up around 10, made some coffee, and packed up their gear. While Papa was showering I went next door to say goodbye to the Nasty Pig boys I had spent so much time with over the weekend. We exchanged numbers, and I am excited to continue a friendship with them (especially when I move to NYC).
Afterward I ran back to Papa's room and helped them carry their luggage down to the lobby. Speaking of which, check-out was a real cluster fuck. Not the shit show that inauguration ended up being (don't get me started), but it was pretty crazy. Still, in the midst of it all I managed to spot Doug. Just watching him from across the room, I was just as turned on (if not more) as when I first saw him across the club, masterfully handling a flogger. I reflected on the prior nights events, and was filled with a pup-like enthusiasm to get to know him more and have him continue to introduce me to how erotic some pain play can be. I went up to him to chat briefly and say good bye. I hope to see him again...soon.
Tony was flying out of BWI so we were going to grab a quick breakfast before he had to go, but luckily we met up with some of his acquaintances who just so happened to be going to BWI as well. Since they were driving, it shaved off a lot of Tony's travel time and we were able to all get brunch together nearby. It was a great relaxing ending to the weekend. When we finally said goodbye, it felt like the perfect moment. It had been my best MAL ever, and I was ready to get back to my life. More importantly, I was ready to not be wearing a jock strap and boots! haha
To anyone who is reading this and was a part of these events, thank you so much for making my weekend what it was. I had an amazing few days and I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
MAL Part 3 (Climax)
Sunday morning began much in the same way Saturday did, only I got to wake up in the hotel which means my mouth was soon stuffed to its limits by Papa's monster cock. Its always amazing to meet men who get off on choking me with their cocks as much as I get off on choking on them.
Other than this, the morning started with me getting ready to distribute condoms. I strapped myself into my makeshift backpack and headed down to the market. The feeling was the same as the prior day's, only on Sunday I managed to finish up by distributing the last of the condoms. That's right, I managed to distribute 1,000 condoms and lube in two days! I was so extremely proud of myself and the community that I really was just on a high for the rest of the weekend.
Still, there were some interesting developments that deviated from the previous day's event-free distribution. At one point, as a way to flirt with my recon boy crush, support recon, and draw attention to my distribution, I was mummified to one of the beams holding up the recon booth. I had not been mummified in a while, and it was nice to have RBC's (Recon-Boy-Crush) hands all over my body, pressing hard to make sure I was bound tightly. Once finished, I had the bag strapped to my chest, with my arms free to distribute. This drew the attention of many passer-by's, which was really great for myself and for the booth. I distributed twice as many condoms in the hour I was tied (and ended up seeing a lot of people I knew from DC which, of course, was slightly humorous).
Another important development involved my mystery leather Daddy, Doug. If you read my first MAL post, you know that I had been infatuated with Doug all Friday night when I first saw him at the Crucible. I saw him working in the Leather Werks (thats how it is spelled) exhibit (coincidentally with some men from recon who I had been getting to know all day Saturday), and couldn't hold back my excitement. Actually, thats a lie. I started off holding it back a lot, and I dare say I played it fairly cool. However, I wasn't satisfied much by the results of my very subtle flirtations, so I upped my game a bit. I wanted him to see me checking him out, and was very excited when he finally did. He looked up at me, saw my obvious attraction, and let a huge grin spread across his enticing lips. We chatted for a bit more before I decided to keep strolling around the market. On leaving though, I flirtatiously told him if he remembered my name when I came back (he hadn't when I first showed up), I would give him a very special prize. (And yes, its exactly what you are all thinking, my lips on his cock haha).
I usually made one full market rotation in about twenty minutes, so when I was nearing the Leather Werks exhibit, I could barely hold back my excitement (really, this time). So when I got there...I was dismayed to realize Doug was no longer there. I didn't want to ask his coworkers quite yet (maybe he was just in the bathroom), and figured I would just see him on my next round. Only he wasn't there on the next round, or the one after that, or the one after that. While I managed to stay cheerful and friendly in my interactions with everyone, I was definitely dissapointed. I really thought Doug was interested in me, but figured he must have forgotten about me already (I was sure it was a hectic weekend for him too).
But I wasn't about to give up! In a last ditch effort I got his number from Derek and gave him a call. He didn't pick up, so I left a voice mail that was the tiniest bit...blunt (surprise). Come on! It was Sunday night, and I didn't have time to do the typical mating dance. I figured if he called me back then he was up for it, and if not I could just move on. Either way, I made it clear that I was interested, and I put the ball in his court.
As I finally got rid of my condoms, I was leaving the market when I suddenly run into Doug, quite literally. We were both walking briskly and bumped into each other while we turned the same corner (how romantic comdefy, no?). I smiled upon seeing him, and my heart started beating once again to see that grin spread across his lips. He told me he was rushing, but got my message and wanted to meet up later. He said his night was packed, but he would be free around 1am. 1am...I could work with that ^ _ ^.
I spent the rest of the evening similarly to the way I spent my Saturday. My weekend "crew" just chilled in the hotel (rooms, not lobby), complete with chinese take out. We just hung out and shared laughs until they got ready and went out to the reaction dance. I was certainly tempted to go, but I am cheap and did not feel like spending thirty bucks to go dancing. Besides...Doug was getting in at 1.
I met up with Tony and Derek for an hour or so while my crew was out dancing and Doug was still at the Eagle. It was great, as always, just to talk to them. We talked about activism, LGBT issues, and safe sex, but we also joked and talked about things like Sweeny Buff, the Demon Barber of Folsom street (with Derek, of course, as his doting mistress Derek Da Lovitt). Plus, during this time (and sorry to reiterate this point) I got to mingle with some new faces and some people I wish I had gotten to know a bit better.
Finally one o clock rolled around and I started checking to see if I could spot Doug. Sure enough, I could. He was towards the center of the lobby, which wasn't crowded at all. In fact, seeing him with just a group of his friends brought out that shyness in me again. It felt a little rude to just walk up and try to steal him away like some sort of fairty-tale child-thief. Some of his coworkers noticed me though (and noticed my apprehension) and encouraged me into going over (thanks guys, I REALLY appreciate it).
I instantly regained my confidence when I saw his excitement to see me spread out across his already cheerful face. I came up and introduced myself to his friends and just listened to their friendly banter while casually getting closer, and more cuddlesome with Doug. While casual, it certainly wasn't discreet, and everyone noticed how physically close we were getting, especially when I started kissing his neck and cheek...(I told you I didn't have any time for the dance). It wasn't long before Doug asked his friend (who I will erect statues of to commemorate his generosity) if he could borrow his room, since Doug's roommate was asleep. Thankfully, he answered in the affirmative.
We quickly made our way to the room, and I learned that Papa and Derek had already briefed Doug all about me. HAH! Thanks for looking out for me. Along with the important disclaimers like "no fucking, he is still exploring SM, etc... they made sure to add that I was a wild ride. Haha, such is what friendship is all about. Thank you both.
As soon as the door closed we were kissing; his powerful arms engulfing me, and my lithe figure arching forward to press tightly against him. I really don't think I can explain Doug's charm quite well enough, but I will keep trying none-the-less. Gradually our clothes peeled away till we were both naked (save for his baseball cap, HOT). He played with my nipps some, and we explored each other's bodies, testing them for signs of heightened sensitivity or sensuality.
What followed was a hot face fucking session, and let me tell you this man knows how to fuck a mouth. Keep in mind, I am not going to describe this in detail. If you have read one description of a blowjob, you have pretty much read them all. It was hot though.
What became almost as hot was the way he worked over my balls. I have never been into SM much, and that includes CBT. I think for him this was an even bigger turn on, and it gave him the chance to introduce someone to erotic cbt. It was quite similar to the spanking session Larry introduced me to in the sense that it was very deliberate. It wasn't foreplay (necessarily), and it wasn't casual. Each swat and each of my balls was designed to take me one step higher, and executed with precision and purpose. It led to a gradual build up of the bain in my balls, and the effect on my cock was undeniable. I was shocked at how much I was getting into it. Between my piggy moans (through his dirty briefs which has been stuffed in my mouth) and the stiffness of my cock, it was very clear how turned on I was.
This energy only seemed to embolden him and excite him. The scene went on for at least fifteen or twenty minutes (and even lasted through Doug's best friend returning to the room with two other subs to start their own scene on the bed next to us). It was definitely kind of hot, but to be honest I barely noticed. My entire sexual consciousness was invested into the exchange I shared with Doug. He suggested we give them some privacy after a little while of them being in the room, and I used all my boyish wiles to convince him to continue (or at least finish properly;-)). The latter argument seemed particularly convincing, and after a hard and extremely hot mouth fucking, he came all over my jock (so that I could gag myself with it later while I jerked off). I also shot an, unsurprisingly large load.
We cleaned up a bit, and walked out together. He rode the elevator with me to my floor and we talked for just a bit more before parting ways. He lives in Chicago so its unlikely I will see him again anytime soon. But in those last moments he made some offers to me that I hope I can one day take him up on. If you are reading this, thanks again for everything. And I mean everything.
Other than this, the morning started with me getting ready to distribute condoms. I strapped myself into my makeshift backpack and headed down to the market. The feeling was the same as the prior day's, only on Sunday I managed to finish up by distributing the last of the condoms. That's right, I managed to distribute 1,000 condoms and lube in two days! I was so extremely proud of myself and the community that I really was just on a high for the rest of the weekend.
Still, there were some interesting developments that deviated from the previous day's event-free distribution. At one point, as a way to flirt with my recon boy crush, support recon, and draw attention to my distribution, I was mummified to one of the beams holding up the recon booth. I had not been mummified in a while, and it was nice to have RBC's (Recon-Boy-Crush) hands all over my body, pressing hard to make sure I was bound tightly. Once finished, I had the bag strapped to my chest, with my arms free to distribute. This drew the attention of many passer-by's, which was really great for myself and for the booth. I distributed twice as many condoms in the hour I was tied (and ended up seeing a lot of people I knew from DC which, of course, was slightly humorous).
Another important development involved my mystery leather Daddy, Doug. If you read my first MAL post, you know that I had been infatuated with Doug all Friday night when I first saw him at the Crucible. I saw him working in the Leather Werks (thats how it is spelled) exhibit (coincidentally with some men from recon who I had been getting to know all day Saturday), and couldn't hold back my excitement. Actually, thats a lie. I started off holding it back a lot, and I dare say I played it fairly cool. However, I wasn't satisfied much by the results of my very subtle flirtations, so I upped my game a bit. I wanted him to see me checking him out, and was very excited when he finally did. He looked up at me, saw my obvious attraction, and let a huge grin spread across his enticing lips. We chatted for a bit more before I decided to keep strolling around the market. On leaving though, I flirtatiously told him if he remembered my name when I came back (he hadn't when I first showed up), I would give him a very special prize. (And yes, its exactly what you are all thinking, my lips on his cock haha).
I usually made one full market rotation in about twenty minutes, so when I was nearing the Leather Werks exhibit, I could barely hold back my excitement (really, this time). So when I got there...I was dismayed to realize Doug was no longer there. I didn't want to ask his coworkers quite yet (maybe he was just in the bathroom), and figured I would just see him on my next round. Only he wasn't there on the next round, or the one after that, or the one after that. While I managed to stay cheerful and friendly in my interactions with everyone, I was definitely dissapointed. I really thought Doug was interested in me, but figured he must have forgotten about me already (I was sure it was a hectic weekend for him too).
But I wasn't about to give up! In a last ditch effort I got his number from Derek and gave him a call. He didn't pick up, so I left a voice mail that was the tiniest bit...blunt (surprise). Come on! It was Sunday night, and I didn't have time to do the typical mating dance. I figured if he called me back then he was up for it, and if not I could just move on. Either way, I made it clear that I was interested, and I put the ball in his court.
As I finally got rid of my condoms, I was leaving the market when I suddenly run into Doug, quite literally. We were both walking briskly and bumped into each other while we turned the same corner (how romantic comdefy, no?). I smiled upon seeing him, and my heart started beating once again to see that grin spread across his lips. He told me he was rushing, but got my message and wanted to meet up later. He said his night was packed, but he would be free around 1am. 1am...I could work with that ^ _ ^.
I spent the rest of the evening similarly to the way I spent my Saturday. My weekend "crew" just chilled in the hotel (rooms, not lobby), complete with chinese take out. We just hung out and shared laughs until they got ready and went out to the reaction dance. I was certainly tempted to go, but I am cheap and did not feel like spending thirty bucks to go dancing. Besides...Doug was getting in at 1.
I met up with Tony and Derek for an hour or so while my crew was out dancing and Doug was still at the Eagle. It was great, as always, just to talk to them. We talked about activism, LGBT issues, and safe sex, but we also joked and talked about things like Sweeny Buff, the Demon Barber of Folsom street (with Derek, of course, as his doting mistress Derek Da Lovitt). Plus, during this time (and sorry to reiterate this point) I got to mingle with some new faces and some people I wish I had gotten to know a bit better.
Finally one o clock rolled around and I started checking to see if I could spot Doug. Sure enough, I could. He was towards the center of the lobby, which wasn't crowded at all. In fact, seeing him with just a group of his friends brought out that shyness in me again. It felt a little rude to just walk up and try to steal him away like some sort of fairty-tale child-thief. Some of his coworkers noticed me though (and noticed my apprehension) and encouraged me into going over (thanks guys, I REALLY appreciate it).
I instantly regained my confidence when I saw his excitement to see me spread out across his already cheerful face. I came up and introduced myself to his friends and just listened to their friendly banter while casually getting closer, and more cuddlesome with Doug. While casual, it certainly wasn't discreet, and everyone noticed how physically close we were getting, especially when I started kissing his neck and cheek...(I told you I didn't have any time for the dance). It wasn't long before Doug asked his friend (who I will erect statues of to commemorate his generosity) if he could borrow his room, since Doug's roommate was asleep. Thankfully, he answered in the affirmative.
We quickly made our way to the room, and I learned that Papa and Derek had already briefed Doug all about me. HAH! Thanks for looking out for me. Along with the important disclaimers like "no fucking, he is still exploring SM, etc... they made sure to add that I was a wild ride. Haha, such is what friendship is all about. Thank you both.
As soon as the door closed we were kissing; his powerful arms engulfing me, and my lithe figure arching forward to press tightly against him. I really don't think I can explain Doug's charm quite well enough, but I will keep trying none-the-less. Gradually our clothes peeled away till we were both naked (save for his baseball cap, HOT). He played with my nipps some, and we explored each other's bodies, testing them for signs of heightened sensitivity or sensuality.
What followed was a hot face fucking session, and let me tell you this man knows how to fuck a mouth. Keep in mind, I am not going to describe this in detail. If you have read one description of a blowjob, you have pretty much read them all. It was hot though.
What became almost as hot was the way he worked over my balls. I have never been into SM much, and that includes CBT. I think for him this was an even bigger turn on, and it gave him the chance to introduce someone to erotic cbt. It was quite similar to the spanking session Larry introduced me to in the sense that it was very deliberate. It wasn't foreplay (necessarily), and it wasn't casual. Each swat and each of my balls was designed to take me one step higher, and executed with precision and purpose. It led to a gradual build up of the bain in my balls, and the effect on my cock was undeniable. I was shocked at how much I was getting into it. Between my piggy moans (through his dirty briefs which has been stuffed in my mouth) and the stiffness of my cock, it was very clear how turned on I was.
This energy only seemed to embolden him and excite him. The scene went on for at least fifteen or twenty minutes (and even lasted through Doug's best friend returning to the room with two other subs to start their own scene on the bed next to us). It was definitely kind of hot, but to be honest I barely noticed. My entire sexual consciousness was invested into the exchange I shared with Doug. He suggested we give them some privacy after a little while of them being in the room, and I used all my boyish wiles to convince him to continue (or at least finish properly;-)). The latter argument seemed particularly convincing, and after a hard and extremely hot mouth fucking, he came all over my jock (so that I could gag myself with it later while I jerked off). I also shot an, unsurprisingly large load.
We cleaned up a bit, and walked out together. He rode the elevator with me to my floor and we talked for just a bit more before parting ways. He lives in Chicago so its unlikely I will see him again anytime soon. But in those last moments he made some offers to me that I hope I can one day take him up on. If you are reading this, thanks again for everything. And I mean everything.
MAL Part 2
So Saturday morning started fairly early (I woke up around 11:30 haha), but I quickly realized I wouldn't be able to get toe the hotel on my own. This is because I had two large and hefty boxes full of condoms and lube. I haven't spoken on it much in my blog, but I am actually a huge advocate for safe sex practices. In fact, it is one of the strongest bonds I share with Tony and Derek. I knew they would be distributing free black and white checkered hankees (safe sex only) at the event, and I wanted to compliment their efforts. So a few weeks before MAL had started I had ordered 1,000 regular condoms, 1,000 magnum condoms, and 1,000 packets of lube to distribute while I walked around the leather market and exhibit. A big round of applause is due to the DC Department of Health for providing the condoms and doing what they can to fight HIV/AIDS. Unfortunately, the magnums didn't end up coming until the following week, but I still had 1,000 condoms and lube.
Don't ask me why I had been acting under the ridiculous notion that I could carry these things to MAL myself, because I have no idea. Saturday morning I finally accepted that I couldn't, so I started making some calls. Soon my twink boy who I had been casually dating since I first blogged about him texted me back to let me know he could pick me up. We made our way over to the hotel and talked about our times so far and what we were looking forward to during the weekend. It was his first MAL and his energy was quite adorable and invigorating. It was nice seeing him for that half hour period, because I didn't get to spend much time with him during the weekend.
As soon as we got to the hotel he had to be off to a puppy pit, or mosh, or something or other. I ran up to set up safe sex headquarters in Tony's room. They weren't there so I just dropped off my supplies, and suited up for distribution. I had already brainstormed how best I could distribute my condoms (basket, bag, out of a box?) and eventually came on a genius idea. I have had a really nice leather arm-binder for a few years but rarely use it. It didn't take much experimenting to realize it could hold a lot of condoms, could be easily accessed by everyone, was theme-appropriate, and added some leather to my look (I was wearing boots, a jock, and low rise jeans that I wore half-way down my bum).
For the rest of the day I just wandered through the market and exhibit, talking more to some of the amazing guys I had met the night before who all happened to work for the vendors; two Recon boys, two Fort Troff boys, and two Nasty pig boys. I found the experience to be extremely rewarding. Not only was I accomplishing, what I consider to be a really important goal, but I was also forced to interact with people. As I have mentioned before, I can be the tiniest bit shy about approaching people (though certainly not shy about walking around with my ass hanging out haha). I met some really amazing people, recognized a lot of people from recon, and promoted safe-sex practices in a highly practical way.
I lay down my burden around when the market closed, because no matter how great it felt to distribute (for all of the above reasons) that bag got heavy, and the straps dug into my skin a bit. The rest of the evening really sums up why I wanted to write more generally and less specifically. For the next six or seven hours I just relaxed and hung out with some new friends. I met up with all the guys from Nasty Pig and mooched off their food, then we met up with our friend from Fort Troff and all just chilled for a while. We didn't even go to the lobby for most of the night. We just hung out in our rooms, eating, watching tv, sharing a lot of laughs, it was great. We did go to the lobby a bit, and I got to continue chatting with some of the other men I had met or recognized from recon that weekend. Some of the biggest highlights of this: hanging out with the Nasty Pig owners and discussing the possibility of me interning for them when I move to NYC next January (HOLY SHIT WISH ME LUCK!), developing a boy-crush on a certain recon boy, and getting to know two of the most hilarious people I have met in a while (both from Canada coincidentally...is there something to this?).
Later in the evening I caught up with Tony and Derek and hung out in the lobby a bit. As it got later, I soon was plagued by the idea of heading home for the night. I was having a really great time, and felt no desire to leave. So when Papa Buff said I could crash with him, it didn't take me long to accept. Given my new-found lack of constraint, I agreed to a short bondage scene in the lobby with Papa and Derek. First Derek was tied in a sitting position with his legs stretched out before him, hands behind his back, and neck tied to knees. I was on my knees with my chest pressed snugly into his back with my hands behind me, ankles together, and neck tied to his knees as well. It was certainly hot, and I enjoyed the chance to slowly and sensually kiss Derek's perfectly defined shoulders and neck. Nothing really happened, Tony just observed, took a few pictures, fielded some comments and questions from some of the swelling number of onlookers. Still, it tickled that exhibitionist in me, and it was nice to be so sensual with Derek.
Not much else happened after we were untied. Tony went to have a cigarette, I said goodbye to my new friends (and noticed one was leaving with a man who sported a HUGE bulge in his jeans haha) and the three of us headed up to go to bed. I know Tony is a cuddler, and I really needed the sleep, so just crashed on the floor with a big pillow and a comfy hotel blanket.
Don't ask me why I had been acting under the ridiculous notion that I could carry these things to MAL myself, because I have no idea. Saturday morning I finally accepted that I couldn't, so I started making some calls. Soon my twink boy who I had been casually dating since I first blogged about him texted me back to let me know he could pick me up. We made our way over to the hotel and talked about our times so far and what we were looking forward to during the weekend. It was his first MAL and his energy was quite adorable and invigorating. It was nice seeing him for that half hour period, because I didn't get to spend much time with him during the weekend.
As soon as we got to the hotel he had to be off to a puppy pit, or mosh, or something or other. I ran up to set up safe sex headquarters in Tony's room. They weren't there so I just dropped off my supplies, and suited up for distribution. I had already brainstormed how best I could distribute my condoms (basket, bag, out of a box?) and eventually came on a genius idea. I have had a really nice leather arm-binder for a few years but rarely use it. It didn't take much experimenting to realize it could hold a lot of condoms, could be easily accessed by everyone, was theme-appropriate, and added some leather to my look (I was wearing boots, a jock, and low rise jeans that I wore half-way down my bum).
For the rest of the day I just wandered through the market and exhibit, talking more to some of the amazing guys I had met the night before who all happened to work for the vendors; two Recon boys, two Fort Troff boys, and two Nasty pig boys. I found the experience to be extremely rewarding. Not only was I accomplishing, what I consider to be a really important goal, but I was also forced to interact with people. As I have mentioned before, I can be the tiniest bit shy about approaching people (though certainly not shy about walking around with my ass hanging out haha). I met some really amazing people, recognized a lot of people from recon, and promoted safe-sex practices in a highly practical way.
I lay down my burden around when the market closed, because no matter how great it felt to distribute (for all of the above reasons) that bag got heavy, and the straps dug into my skin a bit. The rest of the evening really sums up why I wanted to write more generally and less specifically. For the next six or seven hours I just relaxed and hung out with some new friends. I met up with all the guys from Nasty Pig and mooched off their food, then we met up with our friend from Fort Troff and all just chilled for a while. We didn't even go to the lobby for most of the night. We just hung out in our rooms, eating, watching tv, sharing a lot of laughs, it was great. We did go to the lobby a bit, and I got to continue chatting with some of the other men I had met or recognized from recon that weekend. Some of the biggest highlights of this: hanging out with the Nasty Pig owners and discussing the possibility of me interning for them when I move to NYC next January (HOLY SHIT WISH ME LUCK!), developing a boy-crush on a certain recon boy, and getting to know two of the most hilarious people I have met in a while (both from Canada coincidentally...is there something to this?).
Later in the evening I caught up with Tony and Derek and hung out in the lobby a bit. As it got later, I soon was plagued by the idea of heading home for the night. I was having a really great time, and felt no desire to leave. So when Papa Buff said I could crash with him, it didn't take me long to accept. Given my new-found lack of constraint, I agreed to a short bondage scene in the lobby with Papa and Derek. First Derek was tied in a sitting position with his legs stretched out before him, hands behind his back, and neck tied to knees. I was on my knees with my chest pressed snugly into his back with my hands behind me, ankles together, and neck tied to his knees as well. It was certainly hot, and I enjoyed the chance to slowly and sensually kiss Derek's perfectly defined shoulders and neck. Nothing really happened, Tony just observed, took a few pictures, fielded some comments and questions from some of the swelling number of onlookers. Still, it tickled that exhibitionist in me, and it was nice to be so sensual with Derek.
Not much else happened after we were untied. Tony went to have a cigarette, I said goodbye to my new friends (and noticed one was leaving with a man who sported a HUGE bulge in his jeans haha) and the three of us headed up to go to bed. I know Tony is a cuddler, and I really needed the sleep, so just crashed on the floor with a big pillow and a comfy hotel blanket.
MAL Part 1
Wow, this is long overdue, sorry folks. Actually, one of the reasons it has taken me so long to write these posts (in addition to my extremely hectic schedule) was that MAL was...in a sense...uneventful. There were very few really noticeable highlights that would be worth mentioning in specific detail. Rather...the entire weekend was just filled with small and equally wonderful moments. Given this, I have decided to break down my MAL posts into one post just giving a general description of my weekend and one post devoted to describing, in detail, the climax of my weekend with a very special leather man.
So MAL started on Thursday for me when Papa Buff and his boy Derek showed up at the hotel earlier than expected. So I went over after classes ended, which as you could imagine, seemed to take forever haha. It was great seeing both of them again, especially Derek who I had not seen in a year and had been especially helpful to me when I was so lost over David this summer. We had a few drinks, caught up on each others lives, etc... I also saw some DC locals (including the military Sir/boy I mentioned in earlier posts), and met some men and boys through Tony. Meeting new people really became the most recurring theme of my weekend, and as you will see, I ended up walking away on Monday with at least six new friends.
Friday I had to intern all day, and was too tired to hit up the gear blast at Green Lantern after I got off. Instead, I went home for a bit, ate some dinner, relaxed, and headed over to the hotel around nine or ten. I met up with Papa and Derek again, and eventually we made our way over to the Crucible, a local bondage club that is usually mixed (gay and straight). MAL weekend was all-male nights though, and there was certainly some hot male action to be found. It didn't take long for the predator in Papa, and the exhibitionist in me, to get me totally naked. Soon, Derek was also stripped down to just his boots. We checked out the area for a moment, and soon found an acceptable rigging station to start a suspension scene. I was tied put in an arm binder with my wrists also tied to my ankles, leaving me tied in a remarkably upright kneeling position. With me secured, Tony started the rigging that would soon suspend Derek. It wasn't too long (though certainly suspension does take a fair bit long than some more basic bondage positions), before Derek was fully suspended, facing the ceiling, with his legs spread and elevated.
As exciting and erotic as this was, I have to admit...I can be a curious and adventurous little guy sometimes...and my eyes certainly couldn't help but wander the diverse and sexually stimulating sights happening all around me. To my immediate left there were two men getting bound and gagged together, on their knees, with their chests touching (side note: the tier would later in the weekend offer to get me bound and gagged, and had I more time I would have taken him up on it). Going around the room, next was a man tied face up on a bondage table being teased by a Dom that Papa, Derek, and I had shared a ride with on the shuttle to the club. Its always interesting to see what you can learn about someone by the way they behave in these roles we create (the way a Sir controls, a Dom dominates, a boy submits, a sub writhes in pain, etc). Almost directly in front of me was an extremely sexy spanking, flogging, and whipping scene with a chapped-leatherboy who clearly knew how to take a punishment and Dom who even more clearly knew how to administer it. Their chemistry was quite breathtaking, and the Sir's mastery of the whip was quite aesthetically beautiful (my eyes often wandered back to this scene). More to the right, and a great deal back, was another flogging scene that I couldn't see much of. All the way to the right was a no-restraint spanking scene with a fully clothed Dom and highly stylized pants-around-ankles sub. Lastly, there was one scene taking place behind the flogging scene that I couldn't see much of. However...I could certainly see the Dom administering it...and I thought he was remarkably hot. I couldn't take my eyes off of him for most of the night. More on this later ^ _ ^
Despite the enormity of the feast, my eyes certainly devoured quite a bit of it. By the time I had had my fill (mostly) Derek was fully suspended and Tony was finishing up some of the harder impact play. Tony then came over to untie me, and very plainly told me to go suck Derek's swollen cock while he got ready to give the boy a rough fucking. Being the obedient boy (and insatiable cocksucker) that I am, I was happy to oblige. It didn't take me long to get Derek close, so I would frequently have to take breaks to suck and tug on his dangling balls. Soon Tony was ready to fuck his pig, and watching this exchange occur was certainly a sight to behold. With the exception of the pushy observer who knew nothing of scene etiquette, the exchange was going very well. That is, until one of the staff yelled out "Last shuttle is leaving in two minutes!"
WHAT!? LOL WHAT!? As you can imagine, suspension scenes take more than two minutes to take down. Not to mention, Tony was still balls-deep in the trussed up pig. We rushed (while maintaining safety and efficiency) to get Derek down, but it was very clear we would not be making the shuttle. Unfortunately this club was way out from DC proper, and getting a cab probably would have taken an hour (to call and have them come). So really, it seemed all too perfect when the man I had been checking out all night, and apparently a friend of Papa and Derek's, offered us a ride back with his friend. Not only would we not have to wait for a cab...but I suddenly had the chance to meet this extremely attractive stranger. I soon got to introduce myself, and learned the man's name was Doug, and my hosts knew him through the Chicago Hellfire Club.
We cleaned up the space and piled into Doug's friend's car. I mostly just listened (as I am apt to do in large groups(especially when there is a very hot man involved)). However, Doug made one comment that made my heart race just the tiniest bit. In response to Tony's assertion that he was such a predator for being so attracted to me, Doug replied something to the extent of "Well I definitely have a predator in me too". WHAT!? Ladies and gentlemen (though I am guessing mostly gentlemen read this), my heart started pounding! I usually assume leathermen (particularly hairy Daddy types) aren't into smooth little twink boys. Sometimes I am wrong, but it mostly just keeps me from getting my hopes up. But as soon as I learned that this man may just have a soft spot for young little smooth boys....well suffice to say I let my mind imagine (fantasize) all the possible ways I could help him explore that...(DIRTY MIND). However, this was clearly not the night to be pursuing something, so after we all got back to the hotel, we parted ways. We got back pretty late, so I only had time to run up to Tony and Derek's to grab my things and head to the metro (it closes at 3am).
Looking back on this post, I guess it wasn't the general description that I thought it would be. Oh well, I will try to make my next post give you the general idea of what happened over the next two days! And if I can't...I hope you guys can forgive my inclusion of all the sinful details. ;-)
So MAL started on Thursday for me when Papa Buff and his boy Derek showed up at the hotel earlier than expected. So I went over after classes ended, which as you could imagine, seemed to take forever haha. It was great seeing both of them again, especially Derek who I had not seen in a year and had been especially helpful to me when I was so lost over David this summer. We had a few drinks, caught up on each others lives, etc... I also saw some DC locals (including the military Sir/boy I mentioned in earlier posts), and met some men and boys through Tony. Meeting new people really became the most recurring theme of my weekend, and as you will see, I ended up walking away on Monday with at least six new friends.
Friday I had to intern all day, and was too tired to hit up the gear blast at Green Lantern after I got off. Instead, I went home for a bit, ate some dinner, relaxed, and headed over to the hotel around nine or ten. I met up with Papa and Derek again, and eventually we made our way over to the Crucible, a local bondage club that is usually mixed (gay and straight). MAL weekend was all-male nights though, and there was certainly some hot male action to be found. It didn't take long for the predator in Papa, and the exhibitionist in me, to get me totally naked. Soon, Derek was also stripped down to just his boots. We checked out the area for a moment, and soon found an acceptable rigging station to start a suspension scene. I was tied put in an arm binder with my wrists also tied to my ankles, leaving me tied in a remarkably upright kneeling position. With me secured, Tony started the rigging that would soon suspend Derek. It wasn't too long (though certainly suspension does take a fair bit long than some more basic bondage positions), before Derek was fully suspended, facing the ceiling, with his legs spread and elevated.
As exciting and erotic as this was, I have to admit...I can be a curious and adventurous little guy sometimes...and my eyes certainly couldn't help but wander the diverse and sexually stimulating sights happening all around me. To my immediate left there were two men getting bound and gagged together, on their knees, with their chests touching (side note: the tier would later in the weekend offer to get me bound and gagged, and had I more time I would have taken him up on it). Going around the room, next was a man tied face up on a bondage table being teased by a Dom that Papa, Derek, and I had shared a ride with on the shuttle to the club. Its always interesting to see what you can learn about someone by the way they behave in these roles we create (the way a Sir controls, a Dom dominates, a boy submits, a sub writhes in pain, etc). Almost directly in front of me was an extremely sexy spanking, flogging, and whipping scene with a chapped-leatherboy who clearly knew how to take a punishment and Dom who even more clearly knew how to administer it. Their chemistry was quite breathtaking, and the Sir's mastery of the whip was quite aesthetically beautiful (my eyes often wandered back to this scene). More to the right, and a great deal back, was another flogging scene that I couldn't see much of. All the way to the right was a no-restraint spanking scene with a fully clothed Dom and highly stylized pants-around-ankles sub. Lastly, there was one scene taking place behind the flogging scene that I couldn't see much of. However...I could certainly see the Dom administering it...and I thought he was remarkably hot. I couldn't take my eyes off of him for most of the night. More on this later ^ _ ^
Despite the enormity of the feast, my eyes certainly devoured quite a bit of it. By the time I had had my fill (mostly) Derek was fully suspended and Tony was finishing up some of the harder impact play. Tony then came over to untie me, and very plainly told me to go suck Derek's swollen cock while he got ready to give the boy a rough fucking. Being the obedient boy (and insatiable cocksucker) that I am, I was happy to oblige. It didn't take me long to get Derek close, so I would frequently have to take breaks to suck and tug on his dangling balls. Soon Tony was ready to fuck his pig, and watching this exchange occur was certainly a sight to behold. With the exception of the pushy observer who knew nothing of scene etiquette, the exchange was going very well. That is, until one of the staff yelled out "Last shuttle is leaving in two minutes!"
WHAT!? LOL WHAT!? As you can imagine, suspension scenes take more than two minutes to take down. Not to mention, Tony was still balls-deep in the trussed up pig. We rushed (while maintaining safety and efficiency) to get Derek down, but it was very clear we would not be making the shuttle. Unfortunately this club was way out from DC proper, and getting a cab probably would have taken an hour (to call and have them come). So really, it seemed all too perfect when the man I had been checking out all night, and apparently a friend of Papa and Derek's, offered us a ride back with his friend. Not only would we not have to wait for a cab...but I suddenly had the chance to meet this extremely attractive stranger. I soon got to introduce myself, and learned the man's name was Doug, and my hosts knew him through the Chicago Hellfire Club.
We cleaned up the space and piled into Doug's friend's car. I mostly just listened (as I am apt to do in large groups(especially when there is a very hot man involved)). However, Doug made one comment that made my heart race just the tiniest bit. In response to Tony's assertion that he was such a predator for being so attracted to me, Doug replied something to the extent of "Well I definitely have a predator in me too". WHAT!? Ladies and gentlemen (though I am guessing mostly gentlemen read this), my heart started pounding! I usually assume leathermen (particularly hairy Daddy types) aren't into smooth little twink boys. Sometimes I am wrong, but it mostly just keeps me from getting my hopes up. But as soon as I learned that this man may just have a soft spot for young little smooth boys....well suffice to say I let my mind imagine (fantasize) all the possible ways I could help him explore that...(DIRTY MIND). However, this was clearly not the night to be pursuing something, so after we all got back to the hotel, we parted ways. We got back pretty late, so I only had time to run up to Tony and Derek's to grab my things and head to the metro (it closes at 3am).
Looking back on this post, I guess it wasn't the general description that I thought it would be. Oh well, I will try to make my next post give you the general idea of what happened over the next two days! And if I can't...I hope you guys can forgive my inclusion of all the sinful details. ;-)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
What a week
It started with a recon exchange as trivial as any other really. Greg messaged me asking if I would be interested in some training. Coincidentally he had done so several times through out the summer, but I never responded, because I was not ready to get to know (or even play with) another real Sir with so very much in common with Dave. This time around though I was more than eager to reply to a hot, muscular Dom top offering me some hot play.
He messaged me right before I left NYC to visit my family for a week, but since I would be back in NYC in only eight days we continued a fairly routine exchange. We spoke on the phone once or twice, exchanged a few messages, learned the basics of what we would need to create a hot scene together, etc... Being that I have been more interested in developing human connections (and not just sexual) lately, I asked him if he would like to grab some food as well. After all, he seemed like he had a good head on his shoulder and I could always use to make a few friends in the city. He basically said no, but added as a caveat that he wouldn't rule it out. He just wasn't very interested in trying to form some bond with a twenty one year old who lives five hours a way (a position I respected on all accounts).
So we scheduled a playdate for the first night I returned to NYC and I arrived for it promptly (as a boy should). Greg was much better looking in person, and it didn't take me long to realize he knew how to handle a boy. I won't go into too much detail about our play, not because I don't think its important, just because there was so much of it over a week that I don't know when I would find the time to write about it all. If I am going to write about anything, it will be the chemistry have, the connection we share, and how he swept this boy off his little feet. Suffice to say though...the play was fucking hot. Also must add that his feet are perfect for worshipping and his sweat the perfect amount, taste, and smell for foot worship, pit licking, and ball sucking. And that is all I will say for now.
He is fucking hot.
Ok, NOW that's all I will say on it. haha
After we both came (at least I think I came, I can't remember to be honest), Greg did something that surprised me. He asked if he could take me to dinner. Like I said, I completely respected his desire to keep things simple with an out of town boy who was only twenty one. Still, I was very intrigued by Greg and somewhat high off of our undeniable sexual chemistry. And at the very least, I wasn't doing anything better that night (I had no plans till the next afternoon).
We walked over to the west Village and grabbed a table at this tiny, but apparently delicious Italian place. On the walk I discovered that Greg was a food and wine connoisseur, and the restaurant certainly lived up to his claims. When we got there it was somehow understood that he was going to order for me, which is something I have always loved. Not only is this a way of deferring to a Sir, but its also my favorite way to try new foods. Its how I have tried a variety of ethnic foods, and I was thrilled to try all the new flavors Greg introduced me to. We started with a fennel salad with pomegranate and grape fruit. Our second course was a black linguine with a slightly hot tomato and pepper sauce. Lastly we had guinea hen which, as Greg suggested, must have crack in it. It was that epically delicious. It was one of the best meals I have ever had in my life...but it was by far the least interesting part of dinner.
There to enjoy this meal with me was a man of exceptional kindness, intelligence, strength, and generosity. I thoroughly enjoyed speaking with him at dinner, and found him to be incredibly charming. I quickly realized my play-date had somehow turned into a date-date...and I didn't mind one bit. I was quite taken with this man, and it was the most fun I have had on a date in a long time.
After dinner, we went back to Greg's apartment for movies, cuddling, and round two. I ended up spending the night and fell asleep in his arms. Again, this is something I had not done in a long time. It was nice...
The next morning I left completely invigorated by my night's journey. As I won't be detailing our play sessions, I also can't detail the rest of our time together. In the seven days I was in NYC I saw Greg everyday in some form of another, and the longest we went without seeing each other was about 36 hours when we both had New Years Eve and day plans. But I loved every second I got to be with him. We shared some delicious dinners (the best of my life), took some walks through the village, curled up to watch a movie or two, and just really explored the connection we were both shocked to discover.
On my last night I decided to lay it all out there. For the whole week we just did what felt right without worrying about what was going to happen when I left. We may have spoken about it briefly, and I think we both agreed that we were both too realistic and rational to expect anything. I wouldn't say this changed exactly, but on my last night with him I put it all out there. I told him how much I enjoyed his company, and how if things were different I would be very interested in pursuing him with the possibility of one day wearing his collar... and while still admitting it would be absurd to pursue something while I was, we agreed that I should come visit for a weekend soon. Maybe if that goes well, I could come up for another weekend...and another... and just see what happens.
Being back in DC for two weeks now, I have to say I have thought about him a lot. I miss him, and I still feel like our time together was a bit surreal. Still, the boy who was hurt and lied to not too long ago is starting to emerge. Last year at this time I was being swept off my feet by a NYC Sir named David who seemed to good to be true. Guess what, he was. And in the end, the distance between us ended up changing him...which ultimately left me devastated. I have started to develop feelings for Greg, or at the very least, a sharp desire to see him again and continue getting to know him. But I can't stop thinking about how horribly everything ended with David, and how extremely hurt I was during the process of his realization that he didn't want to get involved with a twenty year old boy who lived five hours away.
I'm scared guys, really scared. Not so much that I am going to give up on the opportunity before it has the chance to give up on me. I am still too young to be pulling that defensive nonsense, but I am going to tread with caution. When I am with him I put my heart on my sleeve and throw caution to the wind, but its these in between weeks where I have to be cautious and not let our connection get out of hand in a situation neither of us are prepared to deal with.
I don't know if you're reading this Sir...but...yeah. This is how I feel (complete with ominous ellipses). This is what our time meant to me (nay, it meant so much more to me than I could ever express through words), and this is how much I was swept away by your charm and your generosity (and hot sweaty body). I hope its well received.
He messaged me right before I left NYC to visit my family for a week, but since I would be back in NYC in only eight days we continued a fairly routine exchange. We spoke on the phone once or twice, exchanged a few messages, learned the basics of what we would need to create a hot scene together, etc... Being that I have been more interested in developing human connections (and not just sexual) lately, I asked him if he would like to grab some food as well. After all, he seemed like he had a good head on his shoulder and I could always use to make a few friends in the city. He basically said no, but added as a caveat that he wouldn't rule it out. He just wasn't very interested in trying to form some bond with a twenty one year old who lives five hours a way (a position I respected on all accounts).
So we scheduled a playdate for the first night I returned to NYC and I arrived for it promptly (as a boy should). Greg was much better looking in person, and it didn't take me long to realize he knew how to handle a boy. I won't go into too much detail about our play, not because I don't think its important, just because there was so much of it over a week that I don't know when I would find the time to write about it all. If I am going to write about anything, it will be the chemistry have, the connection we share, and how he swept this boy off his little feet. Suffice to say though...the play was fucking hot. Also must add that his feet are perfect for worshipping and his sweat the perfect amount, taste, and smell for foot worship, pit licking, and ball sucking. And that is all I will say for now.
He is fucking hot.
Ok, NOW that's all I will say on it. haha
After we both came (at least I think I came, I can't remember to be honest), Greg did something that surprised me. He asked if he could take me to dinner. Like I said, I completely respected his desire to keep things simple with an out of town boy who was only twenty one. Still, I was very intrigued by Greg and somewhat high off of our undeniable sexual chemistry. And at the very least, I wasn't doing anything better that night (I had no plans till the next afternoon).
We walked over to the west Village and grabbed a table at this tiny, but apparently delicious Italian place. On the walk I discovered that Greg was a food and wine connoisseur, and the restaurant certainly lived up to his claims. When we got there it was somehow understood that he was going to order for me, which is something I have always loved. Not only is this a way of deferring to a Sir, but its also my favorite way to try new foods. Its how I have tried a variety of ethnic foods, and I was thrilled to try all the new flavors Greg introduced me to. We started with a fennel salad with pomegranate and grape fruit. Our second course was a black linguine with a slightly hot tomato and pepper sauce. Lastly we had guinea hen which, as Greg suggested, must have crack in it. It was that epically delicious. It was one of the best meals I have ever had in my life...but it was by far the least interesting part of dinner.
There to enjoy this meal with me was a man of exceptional kindness, intelligence, strength, and generosity. I thoroughly enjoyed speaking with him at dinner, and found him to be incredibly charming. I quickly realized my play-date had somehow turned into a date-date...and I didn't mind one bit. I was quite taken with this man, and it was the most fun I have had on a date in a long time.
After dinner, we went back to Greg's apartment for movies, cuddling, and round two. I ended up spending the night and fell asleep in his arms. Again, this is something I had not done in a long time. It was nice...
The next morning I left completely invigorated by my night's journey. As I won't be detailing our play sessions, I also can't detail the rest of our time together. In the seven days I was in NYC I saw Greg everyday in some form of another, and the longest we went without seeing each other was about 36 hours when we both had New Years Eve and day plans. But I loved every second I got to be with him. We shared some delicious dinners (the best of my life), took some walks through the village, curled up to watch a movie or two, and just really explored the connection we were both shocked to discover.
On my last night I decided to lay it all out there. For the whole week we just did what felt right without worrying about what was going to happen when I left. We may have spoken about it briefly, and I think we both agreed that we were both too realistic and rational to expect anything. I wouldn't say this changed exactly, but on my last night with him I put it all out there. I told him how much I enjoyed his company, and how if things were different I would be very interested in pursuing him with the possibility of one day wearing his collar... and while still admitting it would be absurd to pursue something while I was, we agreed that I should come visit for a weekend soon. Maybe if that goes well, I could come up for another weekend...and another... and just see what happens.
Being back in DC for two weeks now, I have to say I have thought about him a lot. I miss him, and I still feel like our time together was a bit surreal. Still, the boy who was hurt and lied to not too long ago is starting to emerge. Last year at this time I was being swept off my feet by a NYC Sir named David who seemed to good to be true. Guess what, he was. And in the end, the distance between us ended up changing him...which ultimately left me devastated. I have started to develop feelings for Greg, or at the very least, a sharp desire to see him again and continue getting to know him. But I can't stop thinking about how horribly everything ended with David, and how extremely hurt I was during the process of his realization that he didn't want to get involved with a twenty year old boy who lived five hours away.
I'm scared guys, really scared. Not so much that I am going to give up on the opportunity before it has the chance to give up on me. I am still too young to be pulling that defensive nonsense, but I am going to tread with caution. When I am with him I put my heart on my sleeve and throw caution to the wind, but its these in between weeks where I have to be cautious and not let our connection get out of hand in a situation neither of us are prepared to deal with.
I don't know if you're reading this Sir...but...yeah. This is how I feel (complete with ominous ellipses). This is what our time meant to me (nay, it meant so much more to me than I could ever express through words), and this is how much I was swept away by your charm and your generosity (and hot sweaty body). I hope its well received.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Lunch with a legend
One day I was rather horny and somewhat ravenous for the old Bound and Gagged video trailers. I watched them as a kid (literally a kid, like when I was 11 and 12) and something inside me just really wanted to see them again. So I searched the depths of Bob Wingate’s blog (which I read every now and again anyway). I never did find the trailers, but I read his latest blog post and got the impression that times were tough for Bob, and that starting up production again was going to take a lot out of him. Feeling sympathetic, I sent him an email to hopefully cheer him up or alleviate his burden somehow. Was fairly short and simple, and really was just a thank you letter. In a short paragraph, I shared what the magazine and website meant to me when I was eleven years old and just starting to understand my own sexuality (which was heavily centered around bdsm). It helped me gain confidence in myself as a young man (I wasn’t ashamed of my desires) and I think a lot of people in this community can share similar feelings/experiences. I think we all owe a debt of gratitude to Bob, and I just wanted him to know that.
I never expected an email back, let alone in a few hours! He was overly kind and made me feel like we were close friends right from the start. I had sent him a link to my recon profile in my first email just to give him some background info on me, and when he replied to my email he linked me to his. I noticed right away that he is living in NYC’s Upper West Side, which was coincidentally where I was staying at the time. So we exchanged a few more messages and realized we only lived ten blocks apart. He asked if I would like to get lunch with him sometime, and I couldn’t have been more excited and honored to do so.
We met up at a small restaurant between our apartments, he chose it because there were few people and he thought we could have some privacy. I immediately took this as a sign of how different his life must have been from mine. I will talk about bdsm and my interests in front of anyone (yes even my parents know). Apart from having a fair amount of conviction, the only reason I can do this is because slowly the issue has become less taboo than it used to be. I’m sure for Bob, it really did always have to be whispers in the closet.
I think this was shown in our decision to leave the bougie restaurant we originally sat down at in favor of a more relaxed, but crowded, diner that was about a block away. I have to admit, I felt like an eager young journalist about to get his big scoop. While I hate history, the histories of SM and leather have always fascinated me, and I was ready to grill Bob about starting the magazine, running it, being involved with BDSM in the seventies, etc… I didn’t want to bother him too much though, so I let these questions come up casually. We mostly just got to know each other a bit, and shared personal stories and interests. What I learned was that Mr. Wingate and I have SO many interests in common. If we had grown up together we would have had each other bound and gagged every day! We were just so in sync with our preferences, fetishes, etc… Even in the kink world, it’s hard to meet someone who you feel so similar to.
We stayed at the diner eating and talking for about an hour and a half. Afterward, we went our separate ways with the mutual agreement to stay in touch (especially when I would be back in the city). I am glad he enjoyed himself, because for me it really was like meeting a celebrity. I feel very honored, and very lucky to have the chance to continue developing a friendship with such an interesting man who played such an important role in shaping today’s leather community.
I never expected an email back, let alone in a few hours! He was overly kind and made me feel like we were close friends right from the start. I had sent him a link to my recon profile in my first email just to give him some background info on me, and when he replied to my email he linked me to his. I noticed right away that he is living in NYC’s Upper West Side, which was coincidentally where I was staying at the time. So we exchanged a few more messages and realized we only lived ten blocks apart. He asked if I would like to get lunch with him sometime, and I couldn’t have been more excited and honored to do so.
We met up at a small restaurant between our apartments, he chose it because there were few people and he thought we could have some privacy. I immediately took this as a sign of how different his life must have been from mine. I will talk about bdsm and my interests in front of anyone (yes even my parents know). Apart from having a fair amount of conviction, the only reason I can do this is because slowly the issue has become less taboo than it used to be. I’m sure for Bob, it really did always have to be whispers in the closet.
I think this was shown in our decision to leave the bougie restaurant we originally sat down at in favor of a more relaxed, but crowded, diner that was about a block away. I have to admit, I felt like an eager young journalist about to get his big scoop. While I hate history, the histories of SM and leather have always fascinated me, and I was ready to grill Bob about starting the magazine, running it, being involved with BDSM in the seventies, etc… I didn’t want to bother him too much though, so I let these questions come up casually. We mostly just got to know each other a bit, and shared personal stories and interests. What I learned was that Mr. Wingate and I have SO many interests in common. If we had grown up together we would have had each other bound and gagged every day! We were just so in sync with our preferences, fetishes, etc… Even in the kink world, it’s hard to meet someone who you feel so similar to.
We stayed at the diner eating and talking for about an hour and a half. Afterward, we went our separate ways with the mutual agreement to stay in touch (especially when I would be back in the city). I am glad he enjoyed himself, because for me it really was like meeting a celebrity. I feel very honored, and very lucky to have the chance to continue developing a friendship with such an interesting man who played such an important role in shaping today’s leather community.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Call me Daddy Twink pt 3 (Conlusion)
Following the past two posts, this concludes my topping adventures in the big apple over the past few weeks. And what a conclusion it was;-)!
So Sunday I went to the New York Bondage Club (the only chance I got during my visit) to see my old and dear friends. I went every week this past summer when I lived in NYC, and the employees of the club were some of my favorite people I met in NYC. I remember after the first night they all invited me out to a local diner with them and I just felt very welcome.
Needless to say I was excited to see everyone when I showed up, and I think they were excited to see me. I had spent New Years Eve with most of them at a small party, but this was our home territory so to speak. Unsurprisingly, I was usually a bottom at the club, and had maybe topped one scene before. For a culmination of reasons though, I was feeling very top that night. Affectionately, the guys gave me an orange sticker to show that I am a top, with a name tag that said only "TWINK". Thus, my alter ego, "Daddy Twink" was born.
I hung out with my buds until Patrick showed up, right on time. We hung out for a bit, scoped out a good spot for a scene, and went to it. We drew a crowd pretty quickly, which I attribute most to how fucking hot this man looks bound. First we stripped him to just a pair of boots (FUCKING HOT) and then I covered his head with a nylon hood (light, easy, simple) followed by a blindfold since the hood was rather transparent close up.. I actually decided to retie him in the only position he ever got out of (wrists to thighs), intent on making sure he didn't get out this time. Soon the exact same tie was in place. Then, I put him in the bird cage ;-).
This cage was a tall slender bird cage that was tall enough for a man and could be suspended and spun. He stood up in it and I closed and locked the doors. It was then that I made my move and tied his wrists to opposite bars of the cage (solving the problem of the previous tie). I also tied his boots to the bars of the cage in a similar manner. This time I really wanted to see him try to escape (as did the crowd of rock-hard onlookers). Sure enough, his previous trickery was foiled by my upgrade and he was not going anywhere. With such a gorgeous handsome man tied at my disposal, and a captive audience watching (PUN SO INTENDED).
Our usual teasing ensued, only this time it was public, and I could tell from his raging hard on that being publicly humiliated by a scrappy kid was turning him on. I also had gagged him with a rope bit that I made while others looked and commented (that's right bitches, I am one CRAFTY mother fucker haha). I knew we were limited in the space, so I was jerking him off with the intention of letting him cum. Then I started to think about edging him...and it made me smile heheh. Luckily, that little bastard started shooting right as I was letting go. So I just grabbed his dick again and started pumping as he shot out a few cords of his hot cum. Again, he was fucking lucky I tried getting him too close.
The crowds cheered (in their own bondage club way) and slowly dispersed as I started to untie him. God he is fucking hot. Sorry, I digress. He got dressed and went to go see what he can could see in the club while I did the same. Later I saw him making friends with a taller handsome man clad in leather pants and a black tee. He waved me over and I started talking to them both. Pat introduced us and we all started hanging out towards the back. At some point, the new guy grabbed Pat's arms behind his back and help them there playfully (but firmly). Pat really tried getting loose and couldn't, so I came at him from the front, groping his crotch (which was already getting hard) and handgagging him. This two on one action was making us all hot, so we forced him down a dark corner of the club and chained him to some 2x4's nailed to the wall.
We stood back once he was restrained and I decided instead of tying his feet, pulling his pants and briefs down around his ankles would do the trick. Unsurprisingly, this worked like a charm, and was rather humiliating for our captive. For the next forty mins or so we took turns chewing on Pat's nips, handgagging him, choking him a bit, sucking his cock, etc... At one point I was bent over sucking his cock while the other Dom spanked me. That really drew a crowd. By the end Pat was really worn out, too much so to cum. So we just untied him and relaxed for a bit.
That was my last scene for the night, though I did later watch the other Dom top a scene with a hot newcomer after Pat left. I had a really great night though, and was thrilled to be back, and to get Pat bound and gagged in public. Afterwards, as always, the guys and me went out to the diner and was great just to hang out again. Thanks a lot, you guys are the best!
While this concludes the Daddy Twink series, don't forget, I had plenty more sordid adventures in New York City this break. Plenty of adventures in boyland to come including my lunch with a legend, and meeting the almost-perfect Sir. ^ _ ^
So Sunday I went to the New York Bondage Club (the only chance I got during my visit) to see my old and dear friends. I went every week this past summer when I lived in NYC, and the employees of the club were some of my favorite people I met in NYC. I remember after the first night they all invited me out to a local diner with them and I just felt very welcome.
Needless to say I was excited to see everyone when I showed up, and I think they were excited to see me. I had spent New Years Eve with most of them at a small party, but this was our home territory so to speak. Unsurprisingly, I was usually a bottom at the club, and had maybe topped one scene before. For a culmination of reasons though, I was feeling very top that night. Affectionately, the guys gave me an orange sticker to show that I am a top, with a name tag that said only "TWINK". Thus, my alter ego, "Daddy Twink" was born.
I hung out with my buds until Patrick showed up, right on time. We hung out for a bit, scoped out a good spot for a scene, and went to it. We drew a crowd pretty quickly, which I attribute most to how fucking hot this man looks bound. First we stripped him to just a pair of boots (FUCKING HOT) and then I covered his head with a nylon hood (light, easy, simple) followed by a blindfold since the hood was rather transparent close up.. I actually decided to retie him in the only position he ever got out of (wrists to thighs), intent on making sure he didn't get out this time. Soon the exact same tie was in place. Then, I put him in the bird cage ;-).
This cage was a tall slender bird cage that was tall enough for a man and could be suspended and spun. He stood up in it and I closed and locked the doors. It was then that I made my move and tied his wrists to opposite bars of the cage (solving the problem of the previous tie). I also tied his boots to the bars of the cage in a similar manner. This time I really wanted to see him try to escape (as did the crowd of rock-hard onlookers). Sure enough, his previous trickery was foiled by my upgrade and he was not going anywhere. With such a gorgeous handsome man tied at my disposal, and a captive audience watching (PUN SO INTENDED).
Our usual teasing ensued, only this time it was public, and I could tell from his raging hard on that being publicly humiliated by a scrappy kid was turning him on. I also had gagged him with a rope bit that I made while others looked and commented (that's right bitches, I am one CRAFTY mother fucker haha). I knew we were limited in the space, so I was jerking him off with the intention of letting him cum. Then I started to think about edging him...and it made me smile heheh. Luckily, that little bastard started shooting right as I was letting go. So I just grabbed his dick again and started pumping as he shot out a few cords of his hot cum. Again, he was fucking lucky I tried getting him too close.
The crowds cheered (in their own bondage club way) and slowly dispersed as I started to untie him. God he is fucking hot. Sorry, I digress. He got dressed and went to go see what he can could see in the club while I did the same. Later I saw him making friends with a taller handsome man clad in leather pants and a black tee. He waved me over and I started talking to them both. Pat introduced us and we all started hanging out towards the back. At some point, the new guy grabbed Pat's arms behind his back and help them there playfully (but firmly). Pat really tried getting loose and couldn't, so I came at him from the front, groping his crotch (which was already getting hard) and handgagging him. This two on one action was making us all hot, so we forced him down a dark corner of the club and chained him to some 2x4's nailed to the wall.
We stood back once he was restrained and I decided instead of tying his feet, pulling his pants and briefs down around his ankles would do the trick. Unsurprisingly, this worked like a charm, and was rather humiliating for our captive. For the next forty mins or so we took turns chewing on Pat's nips, handgagging him, choking him a bit, sucking his cock, etc... At one point I was bent over sucking his cock while the other Dom spanked me. That really drew a crowd. By the end Pat was really worn out, too much so to cum. So we just untied him and relaxed for a bit.
That was my last scene for the night, though I did later watch the other Dom top a scene with a hot newcomer after Pat left. I had a really great night though, and was thrilled to be back, and to get Pat bound and gagged in public. Afterwards, as always, the guys and me went out to the diner and was great just to hang out again. Thanks a lot, you guys are the best!
While this concludes the Daddy Twink series, don't forget, I had plenty more sordid adventures in New York City this break. Plenty of adventures in boyland to come including my lunch with a legend, and meeting the almost-perfect Sir. ^ _ ^
Call me Daddy Twink pt 2
Being that I made a brief trip back to NJ to visit my family and home friends (and ex, ugh), it was not another week and a half before Patrick and I met up again. This time I told him I wanted him in a bit less, a jock and some sports socks. So I showed up to find him as stunning as always. He was wearing sneakers, basic jeans, a belt, and a plain tee tucked into his shirt...a perfect example masculine simplicity. FUCK HE IS HOT! hahahah
Anyway (notice how distracted I get when I describe him?), we chatted a bit before I tied him, I and figured out a rough game plan. I took his shirt off and tied his hands behind his back. I asked him if it was alright and was so relieved to hear him say no (so many guys are terrified to communicate), especially considering I had suspicions that it would be too tight anyway. So I adjusted a bit and with his confirmation that it would be fine, continued tying him.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing a white jock and white crew gym socks. I pulled his pants off and had him lay down on his side. This is when he realized what I had in store. I don't know if there is a name for this, but I was putting him in a tie where knees are tied to neck (not choking), and ankles are tied to wrists behind the body. It puts the captive in a fetal position sort of, and its rather immobilizing. So once he was on his side, I started tying knees to neck, and made sure to give him some slack (so he could struggle), but still make sure it was tight and restrictive.
After this was done, I used a separate rope to tie his feet since his wrists did not have enough
extra. I first wrapped the coils around his ankles and cinched it lightly. I then brought the cinching rope to his toes and wrapped one coil around each big toe, pulling tightly, and tying a square not before bringing the rope down the soles of his beautiful socked feet. Halfway down I stopped and wrapped a few coils over his feet to restrict them more, before finally tying it off. I thought he may be able to get off, but if he could not I knew he would not be able to move his feet much. I finally finished by tying the extra on his wrists down behind his ankles where he could not reach. I stepped back to admire my work and was damn proud.
As proud as I was, he was equally surprised hehe. He struggled somewhat, but quickly realized he couldn't move much, let alone get free. Given this, I gave him less time to struggle than I did before and just dived right into teasing. I let him know how excited I was that he loved getting dominated by little punks so much, which made him grunt and struggle some. I also reminded him of a chat we had had prior, where he said he wouldn't be going to the New York Bondage Club unless I went. So I made sure to rub in his face what a baby he was; a full grown man needing a 21yo kid to hold his hand and take him to the big scary club. This got him struggling a bit, but I decided I wanted a bit more. Now Patrick isn't really into manscents, for him whats hot is that he doesn't like it, but doesn't have a choice (where most of us just get off on pretending we don't like it ehehe), so when I shoved my ripe pits in his face he started to kick and buck like a hot bound bronco! ^ _ ^! I was ragingly hard to say the least, but was especially so after his gag went in.
As just mentioned, he isn't into manscents. So for him it was really humiliating to be forced to gag on...lets say...my two day old socks (wink). So we played the same game we did last time with cock sucking. This time I made him really plead and beg for me to stuff my nasty sweat socks in his mouth. But really, what man isn't agreeable when you have him by the balls. I let him struggle a bit while I kicked back (his body as my foot rest) and checked some messages on my phone.
Soon after, unfortunately, his hands did start to go (to no fault of his for not saying something earlier, its just a demanding position) so I untied him. He checked a missed call on his phone and made a quick return call while his limbs wrested and I had some water. Soon he was ready to be tied again, and I was ecstatic to oblige.
I started to tie his wrists to his thighs. Now there are a lot of escape tricks to a tie like this, and I did my best to consciously avoid them at every chance. First I made loops in the rope that connected at the inner thigh so he wouldn't be able to twist his wrists towards the center and untie each other. Furthermore I also tied these loops to his balls, to make sure he didn't just slide the rope down his legs.
In addition to these tricks, I also put him in a basic chest/arm binder and tied his cock and balls tightly. When I say "tie" and "tightly" I mean every inch of his cock (except for head) was covered in rope and his balls were tied firmly (they are exceptionally tight and this was quite the challenge). I stood back again to admire my handiwork, and challenged him to get out. DAMN HIM! In something I certainly did not foresee, he was able to some how reach his fingers to the opposite wrist to untie his right hand. Oh well. I was exhausted, as was he, and I wasn't up for a whole new tie. So I told him to start jerking off while I stuffed my socks in his mouth and kept them firmly handgagged in. It wasn't long before he was cumming (keep in mind his cock was still completely covered in rope). I also came shortly after, again shooting a huge load all over his chest.
Again we finished very amicably, chatting for a bit before I left. His average-Joe colloquialisms always giving me a little tickle. Lots of "yeah man"s, "sure thing bud"s, etc... I left knowing I would be seeing him again Sunday at the New York Bondage Club. And yes, that post is coming soon.
Anyway (notice how distracted I get when I describe him?), we chatted a bit before I tied him, I and figured out a rough game plan. I took his shirt off and tied his hands behind his back. I asked him if it was alright and was so relieved to hear him say no (so many guys are terrified to communicate), especially considering I had suspicions that it would be too tight anyway. So I adjusted a bit and with his confirmation that it would be fine, continued tying him.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing a white jock and white crew gym socks. I pulled his pants off and had him lay down on his side. This is when he realized what I had in store. I don't know if there is a name for this, but I was putting him in a tie where knees are tied to neck (not choking), and ankles are tied to wrists behind the body. It puts the captive in a fetal position sort of, and its rather immobilizing. So once he was on his side, I started tying knees to neck, and made sure to give him some slack (so he could struggle), but still make sure it was tight and restrictive.
After this was done, I used a separate rope to tie his feet since his wrists did not have enough
extra. I first wrapped the coils around his ankles and cinched it lightly. I then brought the cinching rope to his toes and wrapped one coil around each big toe, pulling tightly, and tying a square not before bringing the rope down the soles of his beautiful socked feet. Halfway down I stopped and wrapped a few coils over his feet to restrict them more, before finally tying it off. I thought he may be able to get off, but if he could not I knew he would not be able to move his feet much. I finally finished by tying the extra on his wrists down behind his ankles where he could not reach. I stepped back to admire my work and was damn proud.As proud as I was, he was equally surprised hehe. He struggled somewhat, but quickly realized he couldn't move much, let alone get free. Given this, I gave him less time to struggle than I did before and just dived right into teasing. I let him know how excited I was that he loved getting dominated by little punks so much, which made him grunt and struggle some. I also reminded him of a chat we had had prior, where he said he wouldn't be going to the New York Bondage Club unless I went. So I made sure to rub in his face what a baby he was; a full grown man needing a 21yo kid to hold his hand and take him to the big scary club. This got him struggling a bit, but I decided I wanted a bit more. Now Patrick isn't really into manscents, for him whats hot is that he doesn't like it, but doesn't have a choice (where most of us just get off on pretending we don't like it ehehe), so when I shoved my ripe pits in his face he started to kick and buck like a hot bound bronco! ^ _ ^! I was ragingly hard to say the least, but was especially so after his gag went in.
As just mentioned, he isn't into manscents. So for him it was really humiliating to be forced to gag on...lets say...my two day old socks (wink). So we played the same game we did last time with cock sucking. This time I made him really plead and beg for me to stuff my nasty sweat socks in his mouth. But really, what man isn't agreeable when you have him by the balls. I let him struggle a bit while I kicked back (his body as my foot rest) and checked some messages on my phone.
Soon after, unfortunately, his hands did start to go (to no fault of his for not saying something earlier, its just a demanding position) so I untied him. He checked a missed call on his phone and made a quick return call while his limbs wrested and I had some water. Soon he was ready to be tied again, and I was ecstatic to oblige.
I started to tie his wrists to his thighs. Now there are a lot of escape tricks to a tie like this, and I did my best to consciously avoid them at every chance. First I made loops in the rope that connected at the inner thigh so he wouldn't be able to twist his wrists towards the center and untie each other. Furthermore I also tied these loops to his balls, to make sure he didn't just slide the rope down his legs.
In addition to these tricks, I also put him in a basic chest/arm binder and tied his cock and balls tightly. When I say "tie" and "tightly" I mean every inch of his cock (except for head) was covered in rope and his balls were tied firmly (they are exceptionally tight and this was quite the challenge). I stood back again to admire my handiwork, and challenged him to get out. DAMN HIM! In something I certainly did not foresee, he was able to some how reach his fingers to the opposite wrist to untie his right hand. Oh well. I was exhausted, as was he, and I wasn't up for a whole new tie. So I told him to start jerking off while I stuffed my socks in his mouth and kept them firmly handgagged in. It wasn't long before he was cumming (keep in mind his cock was still completely covered in rope). I also came shortly after, again shooting a huge load all over his chest.
Again we finished very amicably, chatting for a bit before I left. His average-Joe colloquialisms always giving me a little tickle. Lots of "yeah man"s, "sure thing bud"s, etc... I left knowing I would be seeing him again Sunday at the New York Bondage Club. And yes, that post is coming soon.
Call me Daddy Twink pt 1
If there is one thing I think we should all remember, it is that no matter how much of a Dom Top or sub bottom we are, a little role reversal never hurt anyone! In fact, switching roles every now and again is usually for all involved parties. The new new guard is definitely onto something in its belief in the fluidity of roles, and while I may not subscribe to it whole heartedly, I have to admit sometimes I love being a nasty lil Dom top.
For the past several weeks I have been in NYC visiting old friends, making new ones, and even getting to know a truly remarkable someone (more on this later). One of those new friends I made was named Patrick. We met on recon, noticed we had some mutual friends, chatted briefly about me tying him up, and eventually I took the trip down to see him. There really is just something about this guy. He has a very average-Joe attitude to him, with a handsome face, hot body, hearty laugh, killer smile, and truly endearing personality. I must admit I have a bit of a crush on him, in a really weird sort of way. He's one heck of a guy.
ANYWAY! One of the reasons we met up int he first place was because he was looking for as a bottom what I get into as a top: rope bondage sessions with struggling and teasing. I can def top a scene, but I am not really a sadist and mostly just get off on a guy struggling bound and gagged.
So I showed up at his place and as agreed, he was wearing a full military uniform and he looked HOT! My draw almost dropped at how handsome and masculine this guy was (especially in said uniform). After chatting for a bit, we broke out the rope (which he had a surprising abundance of for a bottom), and got down to business. For that first session we only did one tie. A damn tight hogtie that was effective and certainly intricate, without being too fancy (a word of advice to all aspiring rope tops, if you can't do it, DON"T TRY IT! Start simple till you master the basics and rope your way up! All that pretty rope bondage you see in pics was done by people who have been practicing for years). I gave him a few mins to get out, in which he put up a decent struggle, until I decided to start having my fun.
First off, this guy's energy was perfect. He put up a damn good struggle and knew how to make it convincing (not like 99% of the guys in porn ("Please don't, noooo, I hate that...;-)" ew, gross, instant soft-on)). And he brought out the cocky top in me. I started by telling him he wasn't really struggling at all, and he must really not want out. I decided to start giving him some incentives at that point. I used his face as a foot rest, made him sniff my nasty baseball socks, pinched his nips, etc... Then I started asking him if he, an older 5'10 165lbs man usually let 21yo 5'5 115lbs kids tie him up in his apartment. I asked him if he thought all that muscle he had made any difference in that moment, where he could have easily out-muscled me if not for how well I had him tied (and now gagged with my socks). This really made him start to buck, kick, and mpphh! God I was so fucking turned on.
At this point I decided to kick it up a notch and pulled down his pants to expose his white jock and raging hard on! This prompted a whole new wave of teasing about how hard his cock was, and how much he was clearly loving getting dominated by a kid. For those of you who don't know, I have a pretty big dick, and I loved rubbing that in his face, metaphorically AND literally! First I started talking about how much of a bigger man he was, except where it counted. Soon I had my cock out and was smacking his face, asking if he wanted to suck it. He would yell a muffled "fuck you" through my dirty socks filling his mouth, which only made me harder. Since this was about teasing and humil as much as bondage, I decided to humiliate him a bit before he sucked it. Sure, I could have taken his gag out and forced his mouth open? But why force someone to do something when you can make them beg for it?
I ungagged him and asked if he wanted to suck my cock, and he more or less said no (there were some expletives). So I took a firm hold of his balls and asked again, when I was met with the same response. So I applied some pressure, asking again at intervals. Gradually the swears subsided, and soon he couldn't even respond his face was contorted in pain. Eventually he finally yelled "Let me suck your cock!". I paused for a moment, and squeezed again. "I said beg", I responded. "You told me to let you suck my cock, I said beg for it." I can't even describe how much his cock stiffened at this. I don't think he was used to playing with kinky little fuckers like me (who think like a pig). I squeezed a bit more, and despite initial resistance, eventually had him pleading and begging me to stuff my cock in his mouth.
I eventually obliged, which in itself was not remarkable. I don't particularly enjoy getting head, and I got the impression he didn't particularly enjoy getting it. It was the fact that I had made him beg that was hot, so the head itself didn't last long. Soon after though I was jerking him off, now regagged with my other sock, with my dirty jock strapped to his face. He didn't take long to cum, and after he shot a nice load. I finished myself off on his face (which was mostly protected by the jock).
I untied him and we just relaxed for a bit. I really loved spending time with him. And I think this is when my weird little mancrush for him started. Soon I had to go though, but don't worry, we had several more sordid adventures.
For the past several weeks I have been in NYC visiting old friends, making new ones, and even getting to know a truly remarkable someone (more on this later). One of those new friends I made was named Patrick. We met on recon, noticed we had some mutual friends, chatted briefly about me tying him up, and eventually I took the trip down to see him. There really is just something about this guy. He has a very average-Joe attitude to him, with a handsome face, hot body, hearty laugh, killer smile, and truly endearing personality. I must admit I have a bit of a crush on him, in a really weird sort of way. He's one heck of a guy.
ANYWAY! One of the reasons we met up int he first place was because he was looking for as a bottom what I get into as a top: rope bondage sessions with struggling and teasing. I can def top a scene, but I am not really a sadist and mostly just get off on a guy struggling bound and gagged.
So I showed up at his place and as agreed, he was wearing a full military uniform and he looked HOT! My draw almost dropped at how handsome and masculine this guy was (especially in said uniform). After chatting for a bit, we broke out the rope (which he had a surprising abundance of for a bottom), and got down to business. For that first session we only did one tie. A damn tight hogtie that was effective and certainly intricate, without being too fancy (a word of advice to all aspiring rope tops, if you can't do it, DON"T TRY IT! Start simple till you master the basics and rope your way up! All that pretty rope bondage you see in pics was done by people who have been practicing for years). I gave him a few mins to get out, in which he put up a decent struggle, until I decided to start having my fun.
First off, this guy's energy was perfect. He put up a damn good struggle and knew how to make it convincing (not like 99% of the guys in porn ("Please don't, noooo, I hate that...;-)" ew, gross, instant soft-on)). And he brought out the cocky top in me. I started by telling him he wasn't really struggling at all, and he must really not want out. I decided to start giving him some incentives at that point. I used his face as a foot rest, made him sniff my nasty baseball socks, pinched his nips, etc... Then I started asking him if he, an older 5'10 165lbs man usually let 21yo 5'5 115lbs kids tie him up in his apartment. I asked him if he thought all that muscle he had made any difference in that moment, where he could have easily out-muscled me if not for how well I had him tied (and now gagged with my socks). This really made him start to buck, kick, and mpphh! God I was so fucking turned on.
At this point I decided to kick it up a notch and pulled down his pants to expose his white jock and raging hard on! This prompted a whole new wave of teasing about how hard his cock was, and how much he was clearly loving getting dominated by a kid. For those of you who don't know, I have a pretty big dick, and I loved rubbing that in his face, metaphorically AND literally! First I started talking about how much of a bigger man he was, except where it counted. Soon I had my cock out and was smacking his face, asking if he wanted to suck it. He would yell a muffled "fuck you" through my dirty socks filling his mouth, which only made me harder. Since this was about teasing and humil as much as bondage, I decided to humiliate him a bit before he sucked it. Sure, I could have taken his gag out and forced his mouth open? But why force someone to do something when you can make them beg for it?
I ungagged him and asked if he wanted to suck my cock, and he more or less said no (there were some expletives). So I took a firm hold of his balls and asked again, when I was met with the same response. So I applied some pressure, asking again at intervals. Gradually the swears subsided, and soon he couldn't even respond his face was contorted in pain. Eventually he finally yelled "Let me suck your cock!". I paused for a moment, and squeezed again. "I said beg", I responded. "You told me to let you suck my cock, I said beg for it." I can't even describe how much his cock stiffened at this. I don't think he was used to playing with kinky little fuckers like me (who think like a pig). I squeezed a bit more, and despite initial resistance, eventually had him pleading and begging me to stuff my cock in his mouth.
I eventually obliged, which in itself was not remarkable. I don't particularly enjoy getting head, and I got the impression he didn't particularly enjoy getting it. It was the fact that I had made him beg that was hot, so the head itself didn't last long. Soon after though I was jerking him off, now regagged with my other sock, with my dirty jock strapped to his face. He didn't take long to cum, and after he shot a nice load. I finished myself off on his face (which was mostly protected by the jock).
I untied him and we just relaxed for a bit. I really loved spending time with him. And I think this is when my weird little mancrush for him started. Soon I had to go though, but don't worry, we had several more sordid adventures.
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