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. ;-)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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.
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