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!

Bound at MAL

While I didn’t play much at MAL, I did have one particularly hot scene on the last night of my trip. I had casually known tieguy0007 for a year or so, and I really wanted to get roped by him this trip. We tried to make a more one-on-one time happen, but our schedules only lines up Sunday night when he was throwing a play party in his rooms. I had told him in advance I don’t need much play to keep me happy, and would be more than happy to just be kept bound and gagged during the party.

So Sunday night I went to his room and there were a bunch of people there. It was mostly him and the boys he had come with (who were almost entirely insufferable, but will do a post on that later), but there were already a few others there too. Codytx, who I had met before on my first trip to the NYBC was there getting tied already by a very handsome rope top whose contact info I need to get…*makes mental note*.


Robert (tieguy), had me strip to a jock and laid me down on my stomach. He quickly put me into one of the best hog ties I have ever experienced. Why was it the best? While everyone’s rubric for effective bondage may vary, I put a lot of emphasis on sustainability. I like bondage that I can stay in a while without being horribly uncomfortable and/or loosing circulation and having to get out. What’s more, I couldn’t escape. It was tight, inescapable, and comfortable…a near perfect hogtie. Unfortunately, he finished it off with a weak cleave gag. My most loyal of readers will know that gagging is huge for me, and pretty crucial to the bondage, still the tie was hot enough where I only slightly minded.


Once I was QUITE secure, Robert played with me a big. As far as I can tell, he had some sort of vibrating glove he used on me that was very hot. He played with my nipples a bit, my feet, all the while stroking my cock. Sure enough it didn’t take long for me to get close. I warned him and just as I was about to shoot he stopped. I struggled a bit in frustration, but that was all he was giving me.

This is when the night really started. He and another man moved me onto a small cushioned bench against the wall so I could be kept bound and gagged and out of the way of the rest of the party. Luckily, I was right near the door. As guests started to fill in, I had to make a spur of the moment choice. Would I let these guys fondle me, tease me, play with me? If I had made the decision before hand I would have said “no way”, but in the heat of the moment, it was undeniably hot. When the first stranger started to play with me, Robert’s friend who was keeping an eye on me asked if it was ok, and I have him the go ahead.

For the rest of the night, any guy who came in could tease and fondle me to his hearts content. I let them know when they did something I wasn’t cool with (sucking my dick, attempting any sort of ass play), but that was the only things I really had to put my foot down about. The rest just played with my cock, balls, or nips. Some handgagged me. Some stroked my body. And I felt completely vulnerable and helpless. It was incredibly exhilarating, and the first time I have ever done something like this.

I have to admit; one of the hottest aspects for me was staring up into their faces with a pleading expression, feeling powerless and at their mercy. What’s more, some of the men who came in were guys I had seen checking me out all weekend, whom I had no particular interest in. But it didn’t matter if I was into them or not. They came in, and found the boy they had been checking out completely helpless and unable to reject their advances. They could take advantage of me, because I was captured. I know this isn’t the case really, since I could have stopped everything at any given moment, but I let myself FEEL these emotions and the effect was truly exhilarating.

Another extremely hot aspect of the night was getting to watch everyone else get tied up. There were two or three other scenes that happened while I was on the side. The first was hot because for a while he was not blindfolded, and in brief moments we would lock eyes and share that unspoken moment where we both felt helpless. A feeling only we shared. The second was EXTREMELY hot because he fought and acted very resistant. His pleas of NO, NO, before having a gag stuffed in his mouth really fucking turned me on. He almost had me shooting at least five times, just from how hot his struggling was.

After three or four hours, everyone started clearing out and one of the boys jerked me off. I shot a lot, and shuddered under the power of that fucking orgasm. I had been kept on edge for a while, and the release was overwhelming. I was untied, thanked Robert, and headed back to the lobby. We are working on planning a trip for me to come visit him.

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