Cowboy Ben

So last week I, again, spent my Friday night doing PG bondage scenes at Splash, and you know... I think it was my best night yet. Vance, the guy who organizes the talent and performers, had texted me a few days prior telling me to come prepared for a cowboy theme. Admittedly, I thought it was pretty cringe worthy, but it's all a performance, right?

So I showed up Friday with a red bandanna and a pair of blue bandanna inspired briefs. They are very gay, very twinkish, and among the last pieces of evidence of my nineteen-year-old self. For the first scene...um. Frankly I can't even really remember what happened. Nevermind, it was mardi gras themed. I tied two guys back to back, and there were clothespins. It was an early show and the crowd was pretty thin.

Preparing for my second show though, Vance was trying to craft some ideas and explain what he wanted from the cowboy themed show. He seemed sort of unsure, so I just stepped in and said, "Why don't I just turn another cowboy into a horse?". He. Loved. It. So I suited up in my briefs and bandanna, and donned a cowboy hat Vance had brought just for me. I'll admit. It was a pretty adorable look. I even took a minute to jokingly, but sincerely thank Vance for pushing me outside of my typical comfort zone. Maybe I don't let myself enjoy being young and twinky as much as I should.

Before we went out, I made a rope bit and gagged my partner. Then I attached a second rope to each end of the bit to act as reigns. When we were all set, he carried me out piggy-back style and up onto the stage. Once there, I tied his reigns to the pole (sort of like a real horse), and had him stand leaning forward against the pole. I then proceeded to tie a saddle onto his back. I tied his chest first, then tied a rope jock onto him, and wove a pattern between. The whole look was really sexy, and very evocative of a saddle. Afterwards, I put him on all fours and rode him for a bit. Smacking his ass, letting him buck, etc... It was pretty hot. More than anything, it was the first scene I had done there that made complete sense. I was a cowboy, doing cowboy themed bondage. I don't know, it just clicked in a way it never had before. Plus, the more I get to know Vance, the more I enjoy hanging out in the back between shows. I'm really starting to like this gig.

General Update

So that you all don't fear that I have A) forgotten about you, B) been kidnapped (the real kind), C) been kidnapped (the sexy kind) by some dark, sexy man, or D) died; I wanted to just write a quick general post about what has been going on.

My new life in NYC is starting to settle down. I got a job with a really fantastic men's sportswear/fetishwear line called Nasty Pig. If you haven't heard of them before, they're worth checking out. In addition to making some really edgy clothes, they make excellent fetish gear. It's been rough acclimating to a life in retail, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. Nay, I'm actually starting to enjoy it a little. It can be a fun environment.

In addition to Nasty Pig, I've been doing night performances to make some extra cash. While it's mostly go-go dancing, I've also been doing bondage demo's every Friday night at a bar called Splash. It's sort of a dying pretty boy bar, which could not be more my scene, but the pay is pretty outstanding considering the complete lack of work on my part, and I like the guy who organizes the performers A LOT. He usually just has me dress up in something twinky and horrible, and put on a pg-13 show. Mostly it's just tying up the go-go boys, and playing with them a bit. One week I was Robin tying up Batman (he actually had me wear my new Robin costume which was kind of fun). Last week it was Cupid. That's right. Red soccer socks, white jock strap, wings, and a bow. I wish to god I was kidding. Thankfully, no pictures were taken. Ironically, last Friday, Splash hosted the Hookies (rentboy awards (yes, such a thing exists (yes, it is as horrifying as it is delicious))). And as all those sex workers got on stage and accepted their awards (best coitus), I couldn't help but look at my outfit and wonder who the real whore was. ^ _ ^

So work is good, and I'm not starving (I have had to reassure my mother on several occasions). Otherwise, I've been applying to school, spending time with friends, trying to navigate my relationship with Greg, letting David fuck with my head as usual, and pining over the vanilla boy I was casually dating last semester. More on all of these later. Maybe. Probably. We'll see.

Official tally

So for all you nay-sayers out there: I have just counted, and the results are in. I officially have 27 hairs on my chest, not including my nipples. Just you wait, by the time I am 30, I will be a decently furry little cub!