Wednesday, June 30, 2010

SirTom Enterprises, Part VI

Upon arriving I immediately put Davey, the receptionist to work. First off I gave him his t-shirt but told him he couldn’t wear it until we were done with the distribution. He held it up and read the front. I thought he was going to split a gut. “I LOVE it. This is perfect. You got one for everybody? Darling, you are the best!” Together we traveled all the hallways handing out t-shirts as we went, Davey carrying the box, and me playing Santa Claus. It was another day of hugs, screams, laughter and frivolity. Shit! If I could spend $600 a day, and not on cocaine, and get this much fun in life I’d do it!

Unfortunately not all of the actors were there that day so I had to leave some of my gifts in dressing rooms. It was especially fun, however hitting the costume shop and giving a shirt to both Freddie and Fannie. Fannie held hers up and read aloud:

“NO DEAD FISH”, SirTom’s ‘motto’ was emblazoned in bold block letters on every shirt I’d handed out. The one I’d gotten for Fannie was a neon green tank in a medium size. She tugged off the shirt she had on exposing her humongous tits encased in some garish leather corset contraption. With mighty tugging the medium was pulled over her head and now stuck to her like a 2nd skin. (I’d actually had my friend use an extra-large shirt and sew in a new label-- Freddie’s idea.) Fannie was ecstatic.

My last stop was SirTom’s office. A rather large entourage was following me. I knocked, entered, and several heads were poking through the door when I handed him an expensive silk tee in black with modest grey lettering. He unfurled it and started laughing immediately.

“Just a small token of my appreciation, SirTom.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Alan. Now off to work all of you.”

A chorus of “Yes, SirTom” was uttered and off to “work” we all went.

“Alan?” I turned back. He uttered one word, “Geo?”

“Not yet, SirTom, but this weekend I feel certain.”

“Don’t delay, son. I mean it.”

I nodded and headed for the afternoon shoot. In my room was an antique salver with a tiny blue pill placed in the middle. I took it, stripped naked, and headed for the set.

My scene for the day was called “Forniphilia.” Cubster was to be in charge while Brutus, me, and another guy I had not gotten to know named Luis were to serve as his furniture. Hans was serving as his valet for the scene. I’d never done anything in this realm but was looking forward to trying. My role for the day was to serve first as an ashtray and next as a chandelier. I could only guess how this would all come about.

Luis was a hot little Latino man, probably 35 with the most beautiful hairless body. Luis was like me, a rabid squirmer and screamer. He had an abnormally small penis when soft, but it was exciting to watch his cock grow as it became hard. That afternoon I swore it grew five times its soft size through the course of the shoot as he became harder and harder. Luis was also known as “Mr. Shoot on Command” for his ability to ejaculate within seconds of being told to do so.

The scene opened with Brutus, Luis, and me being lined up, naked and shackled together. Hans was belittling all three of us as worthless scum. He made a point of ridiculing Luis’ small dick which brought a blush to Luis’ face and made his dick double in size. Dressed in a full latex tuxedo with tails and waistcoat Hans was absolutely stunning. The latex grabbed all of the important places on his body revealing a taut dick, and bulging buttocks. He looked much better in latex than leather racing gear was my immediate thought. I could feel my dick starting to come to life. Hans noticed it as well. He slapped my dick.

“Little cocksucker! Stop that!”

Cubster appeared at that moment. He was wearing a full latex outfit designed almost like courtly clothing of the 17th or 18th century. The jacket was long, the boots were tall, and he wore what seemed to be a high-necked tunic style shirt in a dark blue color with a flowing tie around the neck. He barked out several commands to Hans.

Almost immediately Hans sprang into action. Undoing the shackles he ordered Luis and Bruno to help place me in a tight rubber suit. The bottom half operated like a sleepsack, while the top half was built like a straitjacket. My semi-hard dick was placed in a sheath where it grew fully hard. My arms were pulled tightly around me and locked in place. A wide belt was placed around my stomach and groin and my dick was secured to it with several smaller belts built to restrict the hard penis. A huge gag was placed in my mouth and pulled very tight. Emerging from the gag was a 6 inch stainless steel rod. To the end of that rod Hans screwed a large glass ashtray. Hans helped Brutus carry me over to kneel beside a large overstuffed chair where Cubster now sat. He nodded approval to Hans and now it was Luis’ turn.

Hans and Brutus placed a squirming Luis into an identical suit as mine. His gag matched mine but screwed to the end of his was a very small drink coaster, currently horizontal to the ground. Luis was placed on the other side of Cubster’s chair. Again Cubster nodded approval.

Lastly Hans placed Brutus in another similar suit. Instead of tying up his arms, however, he left them free. Large nipple clamps were placed on Brutus’ exposed nipples. Brutus was placed directly in front of Cubster’s chair and was to spend the day serving as a footstool. Weights were added to the tit clamps and Cubster reached out to kick the weights making them sway. Next he put his booted feet comfortably on the middle of Brutus back.

“Excellent, gentlemen. Very lovely. Cubster, please continue with the script now.”

“Hans!” barked Cubster. “Drink!”

Almost immediately Hans returned with a heavy crystal glass filled with a dark liquor. He placed it on the coaster in front of Luis mouth. “Cigar!” Removing a huge Cuban cigar from his pocket Hans handed it to Cubster who went through a meticulous display of snipping the end, wetting it with his lips and lighting it. When it was going strongly he placed it in the ashtray directly in front of my face and left it there to smolder.

For the next few minutes Cubster sadistically took first a small drink then replaced the glass on the coaster. This was followed by picking up the cigar and savoring the inhale/exhale, then putting it back in the ashtray. My eyes were beginning to water from the smoke. And my dick was aching in its current restraint.

“I’m switching over to another scene for few minutes. When I come back to you I want Alan to start squirming and trying to resist the humiliation. We will proceed from there to the chandelier experience.”

Cubster looked at me. “You all right?” I nodded and he winked at me. “Hang in there. The next part should be fun.”

“We’re coming back to ‘Forniphilia in 10 seconds.’ Be ready, please.”

As the action now focused on us, Cubster turned up the pressure. He placed the drink on the coaster much harder trying to make Luis fail. He held the stinking cigar closer to my face, close to my eyes, and I finally twisted as best I could to get away from him.

“Ha! I knew you were a weak little shit! Hans! Get that suit off him, now! I want him out of my sight!”

Hans was quick to extricate me from the bondage suit and remove the gag.

“Beg for forgiveness. Beg for another chance.”

I fell to my knees and held my head to my chest. “Please, Sir. Give me another chance. I live to serve you, Sir. Please, Sir.” I held my breath.

Cubster turned to Hans, “One more try. I believe a chandelier is called for in this room, don’t you!” Hans nodded and pulled me to my feet. He dragged me to the center of the room and pulled yet another suit made of multiple connected belts from a nearby table. A torpedo style metal buttplug was shoved up my ass and additional electrodes attached to my balls and dick. The full body restraint harness was placed on me. There were five straps up each leg and another five down each arm. Five more straps criss-crossed my torso. A muzzle harness was placed over my head and tightened firmly. Hans lowered an electric suspension hoist and began to attach chains to my harness. After all the chains were attached a simple string of lights was wrapped around me several times. This was plugged in and I immediately knew there was no danger of being burned by them.

“UP!” Cubster demanded from his easy chair, feet still firmly planted on Brutus’ back. Hans returned to the suspension controls and slowly lifted me off my feet. When I was completely off the floor adjustments were made to the chain fittings and I came to be horizontal facing the floor. Once again I was lifted higher and higher until I was nearly 6 feet off the ground.

“SPIN!” shouted Cubster and Hans reached up, grabbed my right leg and threw me counterclockwise. Cubster was laughing maniacally at his new toy.

As the spinning stopped I saw Hans hand the electric controls to Cubster in his chair. He started giggling like a little boy with a new Christmas train and ever so slowly began twisting the dials higher.

“Scream and struggle as much as you like, Alan. It’s time to put on a show!”

I started by moaning. Cubster was manipulating the controls like a concert pianist. First a wave of pleasure starting at my anus and moving through my intestines, followed by a glissando from the base of my balls to the tip of my dick. Pause. And now a return from the tip of my dick to the base of my anus. I was in heaven.

Cubster let the pleasure last only a few trips. He dialed up the current several notches. Now I was feeling sharp pinpricks throughout the journey from one end of the torture to the other. I began to plead for mercy through that muzzle but no words came out clearly. Cubster just laughed some more. Hans was stoic, but I could see his penis has filled out the tuxedo pants more fully. With each complete cycle of electric juice running from anus to penis tip and back again Cubster would pause just a bit longer giving me more time to plead and scream for mercy, struggling to get loose, and with the next wave he would turn the juice another notch higher.

By this time I was swinging in the air, taking my body on the same trip that the electricity was going. I had turned to jello and was being manipulated like I was a perverted Pinochhio controlled by one sick fuck of a Gepetto. For what seemed like hours I screamed and screamed, while Cubster laughed more and more.

“Bring it to a close Cubster. Bring him down, remove the muzzle. Alan, be sure to kiss his feet and thank him.”

Cubster immediately dialed down the electricity and finally shut it off. Hans was bringing me to the floor at the same time. When I was free of the suspension chains, Hans removed my muzzle. Slowly and with great humility I crawled to the easy chair where I kissed Cubster’s boots reverentially.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“We are fading on this scene. Good work, gentlemen. You’re done for today.”

I rolled on my back and groaned aloud. Freddie and Fannie had come on the set and were helping Brutus and Luis out of their suits. Cubster jumped playfully on me, his legs straddling my waist. He tweaked my tits and laughed. “You, my friend, are such a scene stealer! Talk about chewing the scenery!” I started laughing too as he continued to pinch my tits lightly. I was worn out completely and had no energy to resist his playful jabs.

Brutus and Luis came to my rescue when they were free, lifting Cubster off me. They pretended to be angry at him and threatened to stick his finger in a light socket on their way to the shower if he didn’t stop laughing. “Promises, promises.” he chortled as they disappeared down the hall. Hans helped me to my feet. “C’mon. Let’s go drink a couple gallons of water and take a long shower. You have to be exhausted.”

Did everybody at this place really have that nice a personality?! I was constantly amazed at how kind and caring everyone was toward me. I was being treated like big brother, little brother, son, father, uncle, you name it. But every single person was treating me like an important part of the family. Not one single person had judged me or my looks or my penis or my 20 extra pounds. Not one single person had looked at me funny because I had strong fetishes and deeply ingrained BDSM needs. This place, this haven, was addictive and humbling and I was thankful in ways I could only begin to comprehend.

I didn’t see SirTom again that afternoon, but that was okay. I knew from the reaction on the set that everyone felt the scene had gone well. There were fifteen actors and 25 other support staff that SirTom was in charge of. I couldn’t expect him to hold my hand every time I set foot in the building. I just liked him holding my hand. That, too, was feeling like a growing addiction; one I had best show care in not allowing to grow any more.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

With Pride Week in Mind..........

This speech hould be memorized by every single gay and lesbian and transgendered and queer and..... Our very own pledge of allegiance. Every time I hear this speech I remember that I was that scared kid in Des Moines, that hopeful child in Altoona. But Harvey has always been the seed of hope in my life.

Shit! I wandered down the music avenue. Again.

Us folk growing older.....well, we love this shit. And I do really like the Counting Crows version. But seeing Joni smile about half way through this is so cool.

Monday, June 28, 2010

It seems so simple.


“"I work very hard to make sure that the men I draw
having sex are proud men having happy sex."
Tom of Finland

Happy Pride Week, All. Hell, I tear up at the thought--41 years since we fought back. 41 years and the strides we've made. 41 years and so far to go.

Domasan Monday





So it didn't turn out the way I originally envisioned. Schedules weren't perfect for all three of us to be here start to finish, my confidence lagged, my fucking sciatica kicked in 2/3 of the way through, but the hubby and pup/boy were so incredible as always. So with apologies to Domasan, this was the best I could produce today, but with great THANKS to Domasan, each time I use a rope I get better. I grow in confidence that I need not decide a thing until the human body stands in front of me ready to accept that rope. And I know there is no rush to the finish line.......I have learned to allow the rope to move slowly, caressing the body, cinching ever so much tighter as twist, and turn, and knot, and knot are added.

pup/boy/real-human-being and I chatted earlier this morning. I tried to explain that hubby fulfills and plays so many roles in my life, and yes, slipping from one to another has become easier and more rapid. He is my hubby, my partner, my friend, my boy, my bottom, and sometimes even my slave, and whether he likes it or not, he has some pretty big puppy tendencies (although no desire to go there like ~loki does) Somewhere in the midst of this conversation the pup/boy/real-human-being starts doubting yet again....starts wondering if I really want him to be with Me. All I can say is I hope the spanking he got for that type of thinking cures him of thinking that way. For ever.


There were twists and turns in our four hours together (is that rope bondage pun humor?). And there was a truly amazing cum shot, uh make that 5 cum shots from the boy. And no I don't have pics of that. Or a video of that. That memory belongs to me, and the shocked hubby who was lying on the floor watching wave after wave of cum shoot way over his shoulder and finally on him. I also don't have pics of the boy in the straitjacket.....And I don't have pics of the boy trying to grind his crotch covered in that silky loin cloth against my leather jeans....or the precum dripping THROUGH the loin cloth......learn to use your imaginations, for godsake!

OH! And the other thing I learned today? Let somebody else hold the camera. I'm busy!!!!

SirTom Enterprises, Part V

I made my way back to my dressing room and pulled off the slippery catsuit. I was absolutely drained. A cute little guy from wardrobe named Freddie came by to pick up the suit and to ask,

“You have clothes to wear home? If not....”

“No, I’m okay. I brought a couple of other suits with me.”

“We’ll reimburse you for the suit that was destroyed today. No problem. And, you’re not shooting again until Wednesday, but if you could come by sometime tomorrow, I’d like to do some fittings on you for your next couple of shoots. And by the way–nice job today.” Freddie lifted his polo shirt to show a huge damp spot on his jeans and grinned. “I gotta tell you the perks on this job are fantastic.” We agreed to meet tomorrow at 1:00.

In the large shower room, most of the guys were toweling off, gabbing away. It looked a little like a locker room after a pick-up basketball game at the local YMCA. There was such a wonderful comaraderie amongst these men.

“We’re going to Six Feet Under for dinner, Alan. You have to join us!” Six Feet Under was a pretty laid back place on the West Side of Midtown–not far from the warehouse/studio and on my way home.

“Sounds great. I just gotta get about 16 layers of piss, cum and lube off me first.” There was general laughter among the men. Danny came up behind me and shot a small stream of urine down my back. “Make that 17 layers.”

I scrubbed thoroughly feeling somewhat rejuvenated by the clouds of hot steam surrounding me. My head was filled with questions about what lay ahead for me. I wondered briefly how I would ever tell Geo what was going on. But, I was happy in a way that I had never known happiness. That was the main thought that kept reappearing. And that was what mattered today, I decided.

I pulled out a clean set of clothes from my traveling bag and dressed quickly. I was looking forward to eating a LOT of food. And I wanted to get to know my co-workers better. “Co-workers...” I laughed. Hardly the right term, but I didn’t know what else to call them.

On the way to my car three more of the various support staff hollered after me, “Great job, stud!” “Nice work, hot stuff!” “I’m sure everyone wishes their first day of work was that exciting, eh?”

I got in the car and fired up my cell phone. 3 missed calls from Geo. I gave him a quick buzz.

“Hey! How’d your first big day of work go? I tried calling but kept getting voice mail. You must have been really busy.”

“Hey sweet thing. You are so fucking right! Busy only half describes it. But it is great! I’m going to give up all my other clients in the near future so I can focus on this job. The benefits are great, the people are amazing, and there’s such a positive energy here I can’t begin to describe it.”

“You sound so happy, Alan.”

“I am. I really am. I’ve got this shit-eating grin on my face and it won’t go away.” I laughed. “Listen, some of the workers are going out to eat. Do you mind if I join them?”

“No. Go! I’m working until about 10:00 again tonight. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“I love you, Geo.”

“Not as much as I love you, kiddo.”

I hung up and headed for Six Feet Under. SirTom had arranged for us to have the upstairs deck to ourselves. Platters of hot food were laid out as were pitchers of beer and carafes of wine. No need for waiters to interrupt out conversations. SirTom thinks of everything, I thought.

Almost all of the guys were there. Even a couple of the tech staff and Freddie had joined the party. A couple of the actors had gone home to partners. SirTom wasn’t there. I was a little disappointed I think. I had wanted to talk with him some more. Cubster was the first to see me come up the stairs and he rushed right over to welcome me with a huge bear hug. He draped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me over to a huge round table where everyone was sitting. He pulled his chair right up next to mine and kept that arm around me. There was nothing really sexual in it, I decided. It was more protective than anything else. It was just.....friendly. God, I liked that.

Danny and a young guy named Ed were talking about a fishing trip they had planned for the end of the month. Brutus was telling a blonde joke to a couple of guys. Cubster was on my left and the black guy I’d seen putting on the policeman’s uniform was on my right. He reached over to shake my hand.

“I know you can’t remember everyone’s name yet, so I won’t embarrass you by quizzing you. I’m JB. I want you to know it was a pleasure working with you today and I hope SirTom lets you and me do more scenes together soon.”

JB had the most sincere deep brown eyes. Almost liquid velvet. He was very dark, almost ebony, and had one of the nicest smiles I’d seen on a man in a long time.

“Thanks. I hope so too. By the way, where is SirTom?”

“Probably out making us some more money.” JB laughed. “Actually newcomer’s day is a real ritual for all of us. We play out the scene pretty much the way it went today and then we come here to celebrate. We all let our hair down a bit and get to know each other over a glass of beer without the ‘boss’ around. That is, we celebrate if the newcomer makes it through in one piece. Not everybody does.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

Cubster piped up, “Some guys talk the talk when it comes to their fetishes, even pass the interview stage with flying colors like you did. By interview, I mean your little audition last week in the straitjacket. And may I add an editorial ‘Woof!’ on that! But when confronted by the genderfuck suit they freak out, and not in a good way. They have preconceived notions of what they will and won’t do. SirTom is willing to bend a bit when it comes to ‘limits’ but the hermaphrodite scene is a really good litmus test of a new guy’s willingness to take on all scenes. Besides, newcomer’s day is probably one of our biggest events. All the clients know what’s going to happen and we get about a 98% sign-on rate during those two hours. I’m guessing all of them would like to be put in that suit, or know some asshole VP they’d like to truss up that way. I always laugh when I think about the huge cum pools someone has to clean up under those 15 foot mahogany desks.”

“So what happens if the newbie doesn’t pass the genderfuck test?”

“SirTom pays him the signing bonus and one month’s salary, thanks him for his services but lets him know that it was SirTom’s mistake to hire him in the first place. It’s only happened a couple of times.”

A huge plate of food arrived in front of me along with a cold glass of beer. I was ravenous and ate with incredible vigor. More beer was poured and the crowd rotated a bit. I found myself with Ed on one side and another guy named Deuce on the other. Ed was probably about 23, underweight, and had a real “geek” look to him. It really was endearing. Deuce, on the other hand, looked strikingly like Ed’s father, a 45 year old geek. He only required a plastic shirt-pocket protector filled with pens, and thick black glasses fixed with scotch tape to complete the look. And strangely enough his name was also Ed, but everyone called him Deuce, a nickname derived from a previous moniker–Edward the Second. I found out the guys were totally unrelated and even though Deuce was the elder of the two he had had to take the nickname Deuce since he was hired sometime after the young Ed.

Ed noticed me looking back and forth from his face to Deuce’s. He gave a little chortle.

“Don’t worry. Everybody thinks we look like father and son. And SirTom knows how to exploit it, trust me. And Deuce and I don’t argue. I think he’s a first-class hunk and deep-down I think he sort of likes the idea of being my Daddy. Of course he’ll argue that point, but ‘methinks he doth protest too much.’”

“Pay no attention to that sniveling little snot-nosed kid,” Deuce chimed in. “He wants me. He wants me bad. Thankfully I get paid enough to pretend I like him a little.” He grinned. The banter between the two of them was really fun.

“So how did the two of you get hired?” Cubster had mentioned my filming, suspended in the straitjacket. Did everyone go through that sort of an audition?

JB was first to reply. “I think we all can tell pretty much the same story. Gear and toy addictions. A need to sell some of the gear. SirTom scopes it out and picks up on the testosterone of the toy-seller.....” Deuce added, “It’s not unlike the Lana Turner being discovered at the corner drug store. And the rest, as they say, is history.” Several of the guys had started listening to our conversation and laughed at the Lana Turner analogy.

Brutus hollered over. “Deuce! You only wish you were Lana Turner!”

Deuce was quick. “And if I can ever talk SirTom into letting me wear the inflatable tit-suit again I can fulfill that dream, asshole!”

Cubster spoke up. “Of course our little friend Ed has a very different story of how he joined us, don’t you Ed.” He looked at Ed with a cocked eyebrow.

“Asshole,” Ed muttered in Cubster’s direction. He turned to me. “Unlike the rest of you I didn’t have the money to buy all this gear. But I had the know-how to hack into the site and watch the scenes for free. Except SirTom found a way to do a trace on me. Imagine having that little fucking hunk show up at your door while you’re watching the live feed..... He ended up firing his internet security guy and hired me to take his place. Before long he started thinking about using me in various scenes. It took very little convincing to sign me up as a regular participant.”

I think we were all running out of endorphins from the shoot and you could sense it was time to call it a night. Lots of hugs, “see you tomorrows” and I was on my way home. At home I threw my clothes on a chair, brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. Sometime later I felt Geo crawl into bed and lay on his side, his back to me. I rolled over and wrapped an arm around him, spooning him, kissing his neck.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

The next day I slept sinfully late. Geo had already left for work, leaving a note by the coffee pot that he’d be late again that night. I was sort of glad he wasn’t there. I knew he’d want to know all about my first day at work and I needed some time to sort out the story I was working on in my head. I really hated having to lie to Geo but I knew he’d freak out about my living a fetish dream, and getting paid on top. The funny thing was, I didn’t feel like I was cheating on him, but I knew that was not completely truthful either.

I drank a lot of coffee and went to our roof top deck to think some more. It was one of those gorgeous Atlanta days. Now 10 a.m. it was still cool, not so humid, and I could tell it would be one of those days all Atlantans would appreciate. Sitting there I thought back to how kind SirTom had been when I’d fallen apart after the filming. This man seemed so intuitive and so kind, and he really did seem to know how alive this was going to make me feel.

I showered and shaved, ate a little yogurt and trail mix, put on some khakis and a t-shirt and headed over to ST Enterprises. Punching in codes I was soon in the building. The cute kid behind the desk, his name was Davey, welcomed me. “SirTom wants to see you after the fittings with Freddie. His office is the door just beyond the boardroom where I took you yesterday. We’re all looking forward to your next shoot, Alan. Hope it’s half as good as the first!”

I headed back to costuming and met Freddie. Working with him today was this wonderful woman named Fannie. Fannie was striking. About 5 foot tall, she was roly poly, with extremely short hair that was died a color that I’m sure was not to be found in Mother Nature’s palette. She had on a ton of jewelry, sported multiple piercings, and appeared to be wearing some sort of corset as her only garment. Flesh was tumbling over the top of the corset and dripping below it. She was a first class hoot of a lady. I’d not seen her yesterday, that much I knew for sure. She immediately came over, gave me a big hug, and slapped my butt playfully. I must have looked a little shocked. Freddie started laughing. “Don’t worry. She’s just our token fag hag, den mother, and under-sexed straight pervert who is a whiz with a needle and thread and a bottle of rubber cement, and is available for heart-to-hearts when you’re tired of testosterone-laden egomaniac actors.”

Fannie added, “And neither of us is a loan officer so if you’re thinking Freddie and Fannie Mae as in house loans, trust me, we’ve heard every joke. I’m built like a bank but that’s where the comparisons have to stop, so save your breath, buster.” I could see Freddie giggling behind her.

Freddie and Fannie had a full rack of clothes for me to try on. Told to strip naked by Fannie, “Don’t worry dearie, I’ve seen more cocks up close than you’ll ever be lucky enough to suck...” I did as told and presented myself completely nude for 2 hours of trying on various street clothes like the uniforms of an electric lineman and a car mechanic, to having Freddie and Fannie lace me up in some wonderful, devious, torturous sleepsacks, straitjackets, and various combinations of the same. One of the suits required that my dick be soft to slide a pin-prick leather sheath on it. This would be no easy task as with each set of clothing I tried on I was getting harder and harder. Fannie solved this beautifully. Without batting an eye she came up and grabbed my stiff cock and said, “I’m giving you thirty seconds to get over this shit, then it goes in my mouth and we will take care of it either by me showing Freddie how a real blow job is done, or by you going soft because your little friend doesn’t like lipstick. Now, which is it gonna be, fella.” I went soft almost immediately. Freddie was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes and started to hiccup.

A phone call came into the costume shop and Freddie told me it was time to go meet with SirTom. It was a bit of a maze going through all the hallways, past dressing rooms, various sets, and storage rooms, but eventually I found my way back up to the front of the building and SirTom’s office. The door was open and he waved me inside. As always he was dressed immaculately, completely in black, he was erotic just in being so completely tailored and accessorized. Rising from the desk he came over to give me yet another hug. I laughed to myself. It was like being at an AA meeting where everyone was welcoming the new drunk to the group.

We sat across from each other and SirTom began. “Alan. You look terrific today. The well-buffed head suits you and it looks at though you slept well. I like that. I want all of my boys to be healthy, happy, and well-groomed. You’re batting a thousand today.”

‘Thank you, SirTom, I appreciate it very much.”

“Not at all. Now a quick chat about the rest of the week, and some plans for next week. I have you scheduled for Wednesday afternoon and Thursday afternoon this week. Some fairly simple scenes, again where you only need concern yourself with responding to the situation. Others will be in control. You take their lead. Most days we film at least 3 scenes simultaneously. Most of these are two or three person scenes and we change from set to set on my direction. This allows for some of those awkward moments to be glossed over. When one scene gets stagnant I can switch to another. My clients like the overlap. For them it is like a 3 ring circus. Usually one scene involves leather, another involves rubber, and the third starts in a real world situation and progresses to the ‘dark side’ either through kidnapping or other pressure. These final scenes require a bit more scripting and we usually try to do a short rehearsal and suggest some dialogue to you participants. From what I saw of your work yesterday you should have no problem with the ‘dirty talk.’ Some men do, some don’t.”

“Next week you’ll be shooting on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I’ve booked you and Ed for a flight to San Francisco on Thursday. You’ll be there over the weekend. I’ve lined up appointments with three artisans whose work I admire, one each in leather, rubber, and metal. You’ll both have fittings to take care of, but you should have some time to explore and enjoy the city.

“I want you to know that what I saw yesterday made me know my instincts about hiring you were accurate. You are a great struggler and screamer. My clients love that. No ‘dead fish’ when it comes to bondage, is their constant feedback. And you handled the psychological limits that were put upon you admirably.

“One final thing. Have you talked with Geo about your work here?”

“Not yet, SirTom. I told him that I was doing IT work for your company. I’m working on when and how to tell him the truth, but I’m not quite sure I have a handle on how to tell him. This job may be the most important thing in my life today, but Geo had been a part of my life for 25 years. I have to figure out how to keep that in balance.”

“An admirable response, Alan. My advice? Don’t put it off. Tell him today if you can. Lies should never be a part of a good relationship. In fact with lies there can be no good relationship.” He stood up and crossed over to me. Grabbing my face with both hands he kissed me gently between my eyes.

“Now, why don’t you sit in the control booth with me today and watch the three scenes we’ve got set up. It will give you a bigger sense of the overall picture. Besides, I like having you around me, hot, little boy.”

I had a goofy grin on my face as I walked with him back to the production areas.

The day’s shoots were certainly less hedonistic than yesterday’s but I thought they were incredibly hot. Ed and Deuce played out a Daddy/Son scene that involved some masterful spanking by Deuce. Ed’s butt was roaring red by mid-way into the scene, yet he resolutely refused to apologize to his Daddy for some exaggerated or imagined wrong. It wasn’t until near the end of the two hours that he finally broke down in tears and asked for forgiveness.

My favorite scene of the day was between Danny and Brutus. Both were dressed in well-tailored suits. Danny was in the power position supposedly giving Brutus a dressing down for poor work performance the last quarter. Brutus never argued, only hanging his head at times, displaying shame for letting his boss down. Danny finally let Brutus know there would be no bonus that quarter, and he expected Brutus to take the punishment he so richly deserved. Without a word spoken, Brutus rose and removed his jacket, tie and shirt. His robust body glistened with sweat. He walked over to about a foot from the wall of the office set, spread his feet, placed his hands against the wall and leaned forward.

Danny also removed his jacket exposing a tight vest over his starched shirt. He walked to a cabinet next to Brutus and swung open the doors. A huge array of floggers and single tails hung there. Selecting a flogger, he showed it to Brutus, took a few steps back and began to flail Brutus slowly at first, then with increased speed and viciousness. Brutus never made a sound, but the cameras frequently caught closeups of his face, twisted in pain, but determined not to break.

With a deftness SirTom switched from scene to scene, instinctively knowing when it was time to give one set of actors a small break. Leaving Danny and Brutus in the office set SirTom ordered the computer operator to switch to a garage setting.

Two other guys were playing out a gear scene involving racing leathers. SirTom told me they were Hans and Thair. I’d seen them at the party on Monday but never really had a chance to talk with them. Both were lanky young men who filled their racing suits nicely. They groped and wrestled in full leather with helmets on until Hans finally proved the more aggressive for that day.

Switching back to the office set, Danny had removed a letter opener from the desktop and was teasing Brutus’ tits with it. It was amazing work. Not an iota of bondage was on Brutus’ body but he acted as if he was 100% immobilized. With great swiftness he cut off Brutus’ pants and underwear. Now with skill I knew I could never approach Danny worked with each and every flogger, whip, and paddle on Brutus back and beefy buttocks. While impressed with Danny’s abilities I was even more amazed at Brutus ability to remain rock solid taking every single blow to his body. Only once did I hear a whimper escape from his body. Danny was on him like flies on shit. He stuffed the torn underwear into Brutus mouth and returned to his sadistic punishment.

SirTom directed the cameras back to the garage scene. Hans had ended up hogtying Thair on top of a Harley Davidson. Thair’s cock and shaved nuts were also roped and stretched tightly, anchored on the handlebars of the bike. I was watching over SirTom’s shoulder when a request appeared inside a dialogue box from “NY147*6@.”

“Please have that top shoot his load all over the bottom’s helmet. Charge my account as usual.”

SirTom typed in quickly. “Consider it done. And thank you for your patronage.”

SirTom spoke into a microphone. “Hans. We are finishing today’s shoot with you and Thair. You’re earning a bonus today, gentlemen. Hans, I need you to ejaculate so that it lands on the helmet and drips down on the camera side. Thair, you are not to cum. I know you understand. This will be our final shot of the day. We have ten minutes remaining in this broadcast”

Thair struggled in the hogtie. Han slowly removed his erect dick from his racing leathers and gripped it with his leather-gloved hand. Closeups were taken as Hans slowly stroked his cock and started to moan deeply and rhythmically. Thair was whimpering almost as an echo of the moans. Slowly Hans began to pick up the pace of his strokes. The moans and whimpers accelerated and Hans arced a beautiful pearl of cum directly onto Thair’s helmet. A roar escaped from Hans as a string of pearls erupted. A deep breath and yet another, smaller string escaped from the vibrating dick, again a perfect hit on top of the helmet. Hans slowly took off his helmet and laid it to the side. He brought his head down to Thair’s helmet and slowly began to lick the cum-covered plastic.

“Thank you, gentlemen. Today’s shoot is complete. Excellent work.”

Lights were shut down and the computer operator went through a variety of commands to bring the website to a close. While the shoot was active he monitored the site very closely to make sure there were no hackers spying on the private broadcast. With my background in IT even I was impressed with the complexity of firewalls that had been set up to protect ST Enterprises, and it reassured me that anonymity was crucial to the company. SirTom encouraged me to go back and talk with the actors for that day and headed off to his office.

Winding through the various sets I made my way back to the dressing rooms. Danny was in Brutus’ dressing room rubbing aloe vera on his back.

“You’re sure it wasn’t too much? You scared me when you finally made a noise.”

Brutus was laughing. “Danny, I just felt like having some piss-stained underwear shoved in my mouth. Thanks, buddy.” Brutus noticed me standing the door. “Hey, guy. Did you watch today?”

“Sure did. You two were incredibly hot. Actually everybody was. Danny, where in God’s name did you learn to handle all those floggers and whips so beautifully?”

Danny grinned. “Aren’t you sweet! Actually I have always dabbled in the handling of floggers, but SirTom really spent time with me, teaching me the musicality and the aerodynamics of each instrument. Always have an open mind and an open ear when he offers to help you. I have met no man in the leather community with a deeper understanding of our personal journeys and capabilities.”

Brutus sat down again and Danny continued the application of the soothing aloe. Brutus spoke up. “We’re in a scene together tomorrow, buddy! Get a good night’s sleep. I’ll be dreaming about you.” He winked.

Down the hall, Hans and Thair were playfully snapping each other’s butts with damp towels. They had showered quickly. I went up and shook both their hands offering congratulations to them. They would have none of it, turning me into a piece of sandwich meat between their naked bodies. “Thair’s in love with you,” announced Hans playfully. “Stop it!” the grinning Thair argued. Thair whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait until you have to suck my cock again. Yesterday you almost made me come too early in the scene. Just plunging my cock in the gagged mouth......woof!”

I extricated myself and turned to him. “That was you!” Thair laughed. “Yup. I knew you didn’t have a clue. Our friend over there was the rubber fireman playing with his hose.....” It was Hans turn to laugh. They went back to more towel snapping and I found Ed alone in his dressing room admiring his bright red butt in the mirror.

“Red’s a good color for you,” I offered.

“Actually I’m more of a ‘spring’ according to my fashion consultant, but that should be the color range it actually is for the next few days.” Suddenly his eyes lit up and he ran over and hugged me. “I hear you and me get to go to San Francisco next week! Oh, sugar, I can’t wait.” In a loud and staged voice he hollered, “ If nothing else I plan to turn that nasty old butt-whacker insanely jealous with hourly reports of our good times together cruising Folsom street!”

From through the wall I heard Deuce holler back, “Just try you sniveling little shit! I’m turning my cell phone off that weekend. I hope you both rot in hell. Okay, not true. I hope one of you rots in hell. Alan, honey, have a good time, but don’t be afraid to drop that worthless piece of toe scum off a wharf if you need to!”

Ed hollered, “Love you!”

Deuce hollered back, “Not as much as I love you!”

That night I had a great idea of how I could give something back to everyone at work. First I called Freddie from the costume shop and got some critical information from him. Next I called a friend of mine who ran a little t-shirt printing business to make a few extra bucks. He was more than happy to comply with a last minute request and told me to swing by anytime after noon the next day to pick up my order.

Geo and I were living on different schedules right now. Once again, he got home late and crawled into bed next to me. He seemed distant but I chalked it up to exhaustion. The next morning the same note as the one from the previous day was sitting by the coffee pot. He had simply added, “I hate to be redundant, but......xxx, ooo, love you.” The coming weekend I needed to get him alone, put a lot of wine him, and tell him what was really going on in my life.

I got ready for work and started laughing even as I thought that. I was going to “work”, getting paid, and having the time of my life. I swung by my friend’s and picked up the big box he had waiting for me, paid him, and headed for the west side of the city.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Practice Session






I am SO stoked to have the opportunity to tie up both the hubby and boy/pup tomorrow. This will be "homage to Domasan" Day. Both pup and I have chatted with him about this and he has been the coolest guy and the most marvelous gentleman about our venture. (Just to remind you.....I assigned both hubby and pup to find a portrait of Domasan's that was their big "turn-on" and I would do my best to sort of replicate it. At best, think kindergartner painting a Rembrandt.....sigh)

Those little fuckers picked tough poses.....and I've been studying, magnifying, and trying to work out some new techniques..... And then I took a deep breath. I can't possible duplicate the work of a Master of rope art like Domasan. All I can be is me. (besides I cant' afford the red rope yet!....lol)

So this afternoon was just JUST a practice session but DAMN if it didn't turn out to be a lot of fun. Hubby, who most definitely is NOT in to gear got super turned on by the red loin cloth. And, lo and behold, I began to really realize the idea of rope for both bondage and support. This harness and the connections to the chains was so cool. And hubby had the 2nd screaming orgasm in as many days. Yum.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

More Music

You really have to listen to this. This build in orchestral backup is amazing.

Trying to Learn





I get that whole "life is a journey" thing. Really, I do. I know that I've got a lot to learn, that I'm no "expert", that I have taken some of the most scenic detours in life, detours that have been treacherous, boring, and sometimes rewarding. Nonetheless, it feels like right now I'm on the main highway and speeding along in my journey. A few bumps, a few potholes, but for the most part it feels like the top is down, the wind is blowing through my non-existent hair, and there are no semis in front of me!

And I'm the idjit that is studying pics of rope bondage, not for dick growth, but for trying to understand the art, and see if the pic will reveal the secrets of really good stuff! Hubby, the ever patient, ever loving man-of-my-life, is always ready for me to try out the new stuff. And so we did. With amazing results. I love these pics. (okay, critics out there, ignore the right side of his body where I fucked up the zig-zag between arm and chain). And with his butt, penis, balls, and tits fully exposed......well, fuck it if the battery on the camera didn't die!

My Big Ten Inch



After you've listened to that one, be sure to listen to "I Want a Bowlegged Woman"

Headspace

Bootbrush is an amazing pup. Reading his blog has been such an inspiration to me over the past few months since I met him in a chat room on Recon. Over the past couple of weeks, I've found myself going back for more and more insights to the workings of a pup's brain. And just in time I found this at his blog:

"It's funny - many people see a pup and think that they are being degraded or humiliated by their role. They often see the play in terms of BDSM and humiliation scenes - that the pup is being *made* to act like a dog, or is being treated *as though* it were an animal; that it has been 'de-humanised' and turned into a beast...

But for pups like me, that's not fully the case. Our pup-hood is a voluntary and gleefully embraced identity. i'm not forced to be an animal, since i already know that i *am* an animal (we all are!). Culture, Society, life - they are all good things, but they do sometimes wall us in behind Expectations and Social morays, Deadlines and Analysis - they distance us from our very real and very natural mammalian selves - and it's needs and desires.

Being pup allows me to re-embrace that self - and so i thankfully kneel to accept my Handler's collar anew every time. That collar does not remove me from myself or rob me of my humanity: it allows me to pull inwards from the distractions and busy-ness of my ordinary life, and to embrace a deeper, more focused and emotionally freer state. i let go of distractions, let go of thinking and rationalising - and simply let HIM become my prime focus."

My pup ~loki's response was short and to the point: "This. This exactly. Thank you for sending me this, Sir." Sigh. He knows how much I like to hear three simple words......"Thank you, Sir." :-D Sometimes I get it right!

Smart Men/boys/pups will go read bootbrush's blog!

The Tail Is In!




Uh..... I meant it arrived. But yeah, it also went in.

pup is not an experienced assplay bottom. And his eyes may been a bit big when he went shopping for a silicone tail to take him further into his puppyness.

But one thing I realized as we patiently, so patiently opened him up to accept his new tail, was that the joy of playing with a partner for multiple sessions is the knowledge that we can just take one simple act of putting in a buttplug tail and make it a two hour intimate exchange. So often I think that I feel I have to use every single bell and whistle in a single play-date; that I have to prove I'm a player by dragging out every single toy and piece of gear and using most of them in 2 hours or less. This can also be evidenced by a sub's or boy's rapid breathing, their drooling hunger to have it all!, or in pup's case how quickly he likes to pull on his gear (the rubber jockstrap turned it a tight little rubberband tourniquet as he was yanking it on the other day....lol).

We don't need to rush to the next moment. We just need to savor the one we're in right now. And I have to remind Myself that this is My responsibility. Hungry little pups would gobble the entire world in no time flat, their appetites are so huge. It's My job to provide the proper diet. And yeah, so shoot me, I'm a slow learner.

I was so proud of the pup as he truly sought the relaxation to take his tail, and he did it. And it's handsome!

SirTom Enterprises, Part IV

We arrived at a set I hadn’t seen yet. It was a simple open space with two monster columns running floor to ceiling. There were heavy lights hung above us that lit up the space brilliantly, I supposed for better camera clarity. In one corner I could see someone hunched over a computer screen typing in commands. A couple of guys had good sized cameras on tripods already catching the action. I was lifted off the shoulders of my carriers and thrown on a small bed near the left column. Almost instantly my hands and feet were shackled to the bed. I squirmed to get free with all my might. Suddenly I stopped. The scene unfolding in front of was truly unbelievable.

All fifteen men were ripping off their suits, ties, shirts, shoes. And underneath, each and everyone was wearing a full catsuit. Tight and shiny, they were all a little different. Some had holes for penises, some had rubber sheaths. Some were showing only a bulge in a codpiece. Each of the men was adding pieces to their wardrobe. A black guy was pulling on a gorgeous policeman’s uniform. Brutus was adding a huge butcher’s apron. Several had pulled on gasmasks, some of these in styles I had never seen before. Danny, my Daddy fantasy was pulling on what looked like a complete doctor’s outfit. Gloves, boots, hoods, coats, jackets, you name it. In a matter of minutes each of the fifteen had transformed himself into a 100% hot rubberman.

Slowly they turned their focus on me again. I began to struggle on the bed again. Brutus approached with a large pair of scissors and very efficiently began to cut away every piece of clothing I had on. I had one man holding each arm, two men on each leg, yet another trying to hold my head still, Brutus with a pair of scissors snipping away, and somehow in the midst of all that was a camera recording all of the action.

Once naked, a new process began. Bottles of lube were poured all over my body, my legs released and a catsuit was easily slid up my legs. With the help of the lube my rock-hard, viagra-enhanced penis slipped easily into the sheath on the suit. Legs shackled again, my arms were let loose. I tried to struggle even more. Each time I did, Brutus would step behind me, pinch my nose shut and place a large rubber glove over my gagged mouth. In little time I was completely covered from toes to neck in heavy black rubber. As the final zip and lock were done up at the back of my neck Brutus single-handedly lifted me to my feet. I was dragged to stand in the middle of the two large columns. More shackles were attached to my wrists and chains quickly stretched me out between the two columns. Young Topher, at least I think it was Topher!, came behind me and undid the gag. I immediately started shouting,

“You motherfuckers have made one huge mistake.”

Cubster stepped up and slapped my dick. “Mr. Penis says otherwise, fuckwad.”

A huge rigid hood was held up before me. I recognized it immediately. I had always wanted to buy one from StudioGum but could not ever really believe that I could afford it. And now it was going to go on my head. I couldn’t wait.

“Resist, Alan, resist.”

“No way! No, please! I’ll do anything, guys. It’s a mistake. Please. I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go. I can’t take that hood. Please,”

And with great efficiency the hood was brought over my head. A rigid gag entered my mouth shoving my jaws apart. Straps were secured tightly. I could see out through some sort of plexiglass lenses. Now dangling in front of my eyes were knee high lace up boots. Except they weren’t really boots as much as obscene, dare I say feminine?, shoes with a ten inch heel. They weren’t designed for walking in, at least not without practice. I’d seen them before on some porn sites and was curious how someone felt wearing them. My curiosity was about to be fulfilled. My latexed feet were shoved into the shoes and the laces done up tightly. I was wobbling on my tiptoes. My ankles were quickly shackled and my legs secured to the floor.

Brutus announced, “On to phase three!”

A full length mirror was rolled out not far in front of me. A camera was there to capture my first sight of myself completely spread-eagle, perched precariously on my toes, and in that incredible hood. I was in shock. My mouth was actually open, forced open by that gag, but I could see my tongue licking the rubber. It was like a face in perpetual shock. I loved it. I loved every bit of it.

“Enough admiration, my boy, time to start struggling again.”

Men came from every angle. Someone carried a sort of corset belt that was laced around my waist. Another climbed a small ladder to attach yet another chain to the top of the rubber hood. Even as I struggled, more and more inches of freedom were taken away from me. The chains on my hands and feet were pulled tighter. The corset was cinched so tightly I could barely breathe. But the most amazing thing was happening elsewhere. Two pump bulbs were attached to my suit and were being squeezed vigorously. I was growing tits! The inflation on the suit was making it look like I had monstrous over-sized tits! With the tightly cinched waist and these humongous tits along with my rigid cock, I looked like some sort of black latex hermaphrodite from outer space on steroids. The was genderfuck in living 3-D! I really did start to struggle now. This was one step beyond what I knew and liked. But I kept looking back to the mirror. It was absolutely fucking weird. . . and erotic.

Two hooded boys pretended to lick the monstrous nipples. Another man took my cock in his mouth and was sliding its full shaft down his throat. Other men coupled up to my right and left, and in the mirror I could see more sexual foreplay just behind me. Brutus stood behind me and slowly undid a zipper in the back of the suit. A finger found its way into my ass. Rubbered fingers reached deeply into my mouth. I licked for everything I was worth. And there were the cameras recording every single bit of it! Broadcasting it live! For nearly a half hour this rubber orgy continued. Different men took over the licking of the tits, a different finger, sometimes two worked my prostate, another man fell to the floor and licked my high heeled feet. And the mirror played it all back to me.

“Gentlemen, I have received a request for our newest member to have an orgasm for us. This means a bonus for all of you for today’s work. Please release Alan from all the chains and lay him back on the bed. Alan, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

Chains were unlocked, the hood was freed from above and Brutus carried me to the bed. All of the men surrounded the bed with a tiny space left for the cameraman to capture this scene. One by one the men released gushers of urine on me. Much of it came through the open gag of the hood and I drank it greedily. I was physically exhausted and beyond fighting. A hand grabbed my cock and started to slap it. I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed. Another hand found it’s way to my ass opening and slipped an intelligent finger inside. I squirmed. One of the smaller dicks pushed through the gag opening of the hood. I sucked with all my might. And I heard multiple dicks being whacked and sucked and spanked and caressed all around me. Before long I could feel ropes and chunks of sperm landing on my rubber suit and face. The dick in my mouth was pulled out and another incredible arc of cum hit my inflated chest. I grabbed my dick and pulled fiercely on it only three times. And with a blood-curdling scream I erupted again and again and again. Breathing heavily I pulled into an almost fetal position.

“Gentlemen, please move away very, very slowly now. Alan, you just rest. Just rest until I tell you we’re through.”

Who was he kidding. I might never move again.

“And CUT.”

There was a roar from the room. The other guys were pulling off hoods and gasmasks and rushing over to the bed. They helped me out of those infernal shoes and got me to my feet, released me from the hood, deflated my swollen tits, and gave me hearty, full embraces, congratulating me on what a great shoot it had been.

“Gentlemen. Thank you all so very much. I’d like for you to make your way to the showers. Alan will join you in a moment.”

They were quick to evacuate, slapping each other on the back and butts like they’d just won the Superbowl and were headed for the champagne in the locker room. SirTom appeared from a dark corner near the computer operator. He too was shutting down for the day and heading for the locker-room celebration.

SirTom took me by the chin and held it firmly in his hand. “Alan, you were quite a star today. The feedback we received during the broadcast was out of this world. I have you planned for two more shoots this week. While I don’t want to overexpose you to our clientele, they are currently begging for encores. Congratulations. I am so happy for you.”

“Thank you, SirTom.” It came out easily but deep down inside I knew I had to tell him more. I looked into those blue eyes and I felt some incredible knowledge fill me.

I had been released.

I fell to my knees and started weeping. Was it tears of joy for having that release, tears of sorrow for all the time I’d wasted looking for that release? SirTom knelt beside me and lifted my head. “It’s okay, boy, shhhhh, it’s okay.” I looked at him again and sort of hiccuped a half sob and laugh. And in that raw, perfect, undeniable voice he added, “And it’s only going to get better.”

Friday, June 25, 2010

Suits and Ties and Ties and Ties





Every scene has its own intensity, its own rhythm, just as each man has his own triggers and buttons. The joy in playing with more than one man in your life is discovering those new buttons and triggers, not only on the other person, but finding out you have one or two you didn't even know about in yourself.

The whole "suit and tie" businessman bondage thing has NEVER been a part of my life until recently. Do I know what sparked it? Hell no. Do I care what sparked it? Hell no. Am I GLAD it was sparked? FUCK YES!

So's I'm talking with a chat friend who shares the same interest, who's flying in to Atlanta for business, and a date is made. Hubby agrees to join even though a suit on him is as foreign a concept as it gets. Dan Savage made a brilliant comment I saw in YouTube video about how sometimes we have to play the "whore" for each other's sexual needs. Tuesday night, the hubby was definitely my "whore". He participated, but I knew from the get-go his heart wasn't in it. So----smart man grabbed the camera and went to work.

Was this the scene of a lifetime? Nah. Was it fun? Damn right. Seeing somebody in a $1200 suit with a starched shirt, heavy silk tie, having a ball gag shoved in his mouth, precumming in gallons that soak through those nice pants, tied up to within an inch of his life. Tell me that isn't fun!!!! Enjoy the pics. (if that's your 'thing')





SirTom Enterprises, Part III

I didn’t get a chance to model any more items for SirTom that afternoon but we looked at every item I had. Standard gear he had no interest in. There was plenty of that at the warehouse in Atlanta. He did however agree to purchase all of my clothing, all of the clothing I’d bought for Geo that he had practically never worn, and most of the straitjackets, sleepsacks, gimpsuits, catsuits, and other full coverage items I had. He also puchased the barberchair that I'd added a few hooks to for extremely convenient for bondage scenes. He encouraged me to keep the sling for which I was grateful. Geo and I did get some good use out of that. He wrote a check for $8000 dollars along with another check for $15,000, my signing bonus. SirTom said he’d send around a couple of men to pick it all up the following afternoon.

I was to start the following Monday. There would be a general meeting at 1:00 of all employees followed by my first shoot at 5:00 that afternoon. He also asked that I wear a suit, and bring a couple of other quality suits, shirts, ties and dress shoes for the Monday afternoon shoot.

SirTom finally was gone at about 6:00 that evening. Before leaving he came directly up to me tweaked both my nipples and said in a soft almost hypnotic voice, “It is going to be such a delight working with you, Alan.” And he was gone.

I showered and cleaned up the place a bit, although leaving out all the gear made sense since so much of it had to be packed up and taken away the next day. While showering I thought about what I would tell Geo when he came home. I wasn’t ready to let him know about my new venture. I wasn’t sure how he would take it. But before he got home at 10:00 that night I had a pretty plausible story to lay out for him.

When he walked through the door I handed him a glass of wine and I waved the $8000 check in front him. His eyes grew wide and he grabbed me and kissed me. Looking around at all the gear still out he asked,

“So why is it all still here?”

“It’s being picked up tomorrow. And not all of it. Most of the clothes and uniforms, and the other items like catsuits and straitjackets he bought. The other gear he wasn’t interested in. And he still was willing to pay $8000. We can get ahead on mortgage payments, and maybe pay off your car. And there’s more.

“He runs a small start up company for the entertainment industry here in Atlanta. We were talking about work and he asked what I did. When he found out about my IT skills and my abilities to design interactive websites, he looked over my qualifications and examples of my work (in more ways than one, I thought) and he offered me a full-time job!”

I hated lying to Geo but it wasn’t a total lie as SirTom had certainly looked over my qualifications, it’s just he wasn’t interested in my IT skills......

That night I drug Geo to the sling I’d rehung and made him fuck me hard. We both were a little high on the wine, but my ass was aching for his dick after the workout it had received in the afternoon. Geo was just drunk enough and horny enough to really start to get into the rough fuck he was giving me. We had the sling practically flying and as his load filled my guts I shot a huge load all over my chest. It had been the most remarkable day of my life.

The next three days went quickly. Two men arrived and packed all the gear that SirTom and I had agreed upon. I deposited the $8000 in Geo’s and my joint checking account and went across the street to open a new account with the $15,000 signing bonus. I went shopping for some good new shirts with French cuffs and a variety of silk ties. I bought some new underwear–tight, butt-enhancing, silky. I even splurged on some great silk socks. I wanted to present a good image on my first day of "work".

When Monday finally arrived I was nervous and flushed. I couldn't believe that on that day I was to begin a career as a porno star! Geo must have noticed my giddiness but probably passed it off as just first-day jitters. I’d smuggled my extra suits, shirts, and ties to the car while he was still sleeping. I kissed him goodbye and made him wish me good luck.

The drive to the warehouse was incredibly short. A nondescript building that looked like a conglomeration of various styles, ages, and sizes was set a ways back from the road. A tall fence surrounded the compound-like setting. A small sign stood by the gate: “ST Enterprises”. At the gate I punched in a code, an operator answered and I gave my name. The gate swung open and I pulled up to the front of the building and parked.

I walked to the front door. Again, I had to punch in a code before the door opened and I could enter. Just inside the door a cute young man served as receptionist. He stood up immediately, came around the desk, said, “So you’re Alan,” and gave me a big hug. It was amazing. Just like that he was making me a part of the family at ST Enterprises. He showed me down the hall, took my suit bag from me, told me he’d put it in my dressing room, and let me into what for all intents and purposes was a first-class executive boardroom. Fifteen men were awaiting me inside. Fifteen of the most unusual, yet everyday guys I had ever hoped to meet. At the head of the table sat SirTom.

Almost immediately I was inundated with hugs, kisses on the cheeks, playful grabs of my ass and lots of laughter. “He is perfect!” someone chortled. Somebody else went up and gave SirTom a peck on the cheek telling him, “You are a genius, SirTom, as always.” This was so weird. SirTom was beaming.

“Alan, please sit down. I’ve got several forms for you to sign so we can get the health insurance and 401k started. More importantly I want you to meet the people who make up our tight-knit group here at SirTom Enterprises."

I signed quickly. I was curious about all these other men in the room. I would never remember them all in that first day but I would grow intimate with each and every one of them over the next few weeks. It is easier to remember my overall response to what I saw in that room. Healthy, drug-free, positive, upbeat, well-dressed, well-groomed, normal guys! Just like SirTom had told me, there were no beefcakes, no Tom of Finland types, no pierced/tattooed skinheads. Each guy looked perfectly comfortable and happy in a well-tailored suit. And each oozed a unique, smoldering sensuality that no suit could fully contain.

A few guys did stand out in my mind as introductions were made. First was Brutus (real name Robert, but NO ONE called him that). Brutus was a great name for him because he was a real brute. Biggest of all the men there he filled every bit of his suit. Probably 6'4" and 300 pounds, I wanted to drop to my knees right then and there and get to know much more about this man. At the other range was Cubster (Ron). Cubster was barely 5'4" and had a wonderful basketball-sized stomach. Vest buttons were tight over that tummy. Cubster seemed proud of his girth, not apologetic. I immediately took a liking to him for that very reason. Topher was probably the youngest of the bunch. He looked to be college age, average height, average weight, he blushed easily and was teased about this mercilessly by the rest of the actors. Danny was probably the oldest of the bunch. He might have been approaching 60, but he was nicely built, gorgeous eyes, and one of the best trimmed beards I’d seen. He could easily have passed as the chairman of any major board in the city. I was already fantasizing Daddy/son scenes with him.

SirTom allowed the introductions to finish. “Gentlemen, we have a great deal to accomplish today. I would like to get Alan to wardrobe, to makeup and the barber for a closer shave on that head, let him meet the rest of our backstage staff, and then do a quick talk-through of today’s filming. I expect everyone back in here promptly at 4:45. Thank you.” Amidst more hugs, kisses and playful gropes the guys left the room leaving me alone with SirTom.

“How do you feel, Alan?”

“Like we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto? I mean, SirTom?” I ventured.

SirTom laughed. “Let’s get going, shall we.”

The afternoon was gone in a flash. I’d had my head shaved and buffed to a high shine by the makeup/hairdressing guy. I’d been to the costume shop where an amazing amount of measurements were taken and recorded by the head designer there. He assured me that for that afternoon there would be no problem as I’d be wearing a catsuit pretty much like the ones they’d bought from me. I only got a partial tour of the incredible variety of sets that were available. Just an inventory of the bondage and punishment furniture was overwhelming. And like that it was 4:45 and we were back in the boardroom.

A camera had been set up in the corner and the lights were definitely brighter. On the table was a bowl of bright blue little pills and each of the guys was taking one. SirTom, took one out of the bowl for me and popped it in my mouth. “Now that you’re in show business, and live show business to boot, we take precautions. We always maintain our ‘wood’ on the set!”

SirTom took the head of the table as before. “Gentlemen, you all know the script we are using for this afternoon. It is the same script we used when welcoming each of you to the company. Alan, I know you feel a little lost right now, but not to worry! For the next couple of weeks all you’ll have to do is go with the flow. Today you are merely the object of attention. I encourage you to struggle valiantly, to scream if need be, and to give our clients out there in cyberspace the ride of their lives. If anything should become too intense make a small circle with the forefinger and thumb of your left hand. This is our discreet signal to back off and give the bottom some time to recover. If your hands are unavailable to communicate with, 3 head shakes, left, right, left, sharp and distinct will let us know of the problem. We frequently use gags so safe words are of little use. Remember these two signals. We promise to abide by them. Lastly, each of you already has your earpiece in. Alan, yours is on the table in front of you. Once we start shooting this is how I communicate with you, give suggestions, encouragements, or provide directions for various camera angles. Now let’s check communications and let’s be ready to start today’s shoot in 2 minutes.”

A couple of the guys came up and gave me a quick hug of encouragement. Everyone else found a place around the table to sit. Everyone was gulping a last cup of coffee or a large glass of water. With the warm lights up and running that sounded like a good idea to me too. Through my ear I heard,

“Alan, this is SirTom. Just nod if you hear me.” I nodded. “Please try to relax, at least at first. I truly believe you will enjoy today as much as each and every one of us is looking forward to making it enjoyable for you.”

I glanced at the end of the table where SirTom was standing to leave. I mouthed a simple, “Thank you so very much, SirTom.” He winked and was gone. In my ear I heard the simple words, “We’re live guys. Let’s do it.” And almost at once everyone started looking at me and grinning, mischievously, almost with an evil twinge. Brutus spoke up.

“Gentlemen, we have a new board member with us today. It is our custom to welcome new board members with a complete initiation rite. Gentlemen, it is time to begin.” And like that I had five of the men holding me down in the chair

“Struggle, Alan, struggle, make some protests.”

“Wait, please. What are you doing? No one told me about this. Take your hands off me.”

Somebody pulled a large ball gag from a pocket and dangled it in front of me. I immediately clamped my mouth shut. Hands grabbed my nostrils holding them shut, another set of hands grabbed my cock and balls just tight enough to get a small scream from me. And in popped the ball gag. Drool was already spilling from the corners of my mouth.

Brutus rang out, “Phase two, gentlemen of the board!” I was brutally lifted out of the chair, thrown over someone’s shoulder and carried back into the bowels of the warehouses by 15 rowdy, horny, and raucous men.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Art of Roping


Art of Roping
Originally uploaded by DOMASAN
I gave the pup and hubby the same assignment of finding a pic they liked of Domasan's incredible ropework. While I have 1% of that artist's skill it has turned in to a wonderful little exercise for all of us.

First, all three of us agree that Domasan's skills go way beyond "good knots". For me, this man is a real artist working with ANY human body and the soul within to bring out the sexuality and spirit that reside within.

There is always a tension in the pose and the photo--striving, struggling, perched precariously, dangling out of control, yet the ever-present rope which serves both to bind and to support.

So the plan is this. Hubby and pup have picked their photos. And I'm hoping that on Monday we can all get together for one very long rope bondage session where we can all discover more about what lies within us.

And those little fuckers did not pick easy stuff! I have a feeling I'm going to be spending the weekend doing my own homework trying to figure out new ways of making the body and rope work as one.

AND neither of those little fuckers picked this photo which happens to be one of my favorites. Heh heh.....doesn't mean I won't save it for inspiration down the road!


I love this last photo of Domasan's as well. Have had it in my download file titled "Inspiration" for a long time.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Continued Adventures with Pup ~loki

It's been a whirlwind of events that has kept me busy--busy with face to face time, internet chats, shopping excursions both on-line and on the internet, discussions with the hubby, and in pure contemplation. This on top of logging 120 hours of work in the last 11 days. LOL.

The face to face times have been as varied as can be. Yesterday it was coffee (jealously watching the pup down 16,000 calories of some muy grande drink drizzled with chocolate and caramel while munching on a slab of lemon pound cake), followed by a little trip to one of the local stores for more collar shopping.

Saturday (see pics) was a wonderful four hour play period where no effort was really made for major headspace--just a little pup time, some bondage wrestling, a little saran wrap, duct tape and toe-sucking, capped off by some time in a suspension harness. This was all three-way action with a fabulous introduction of pup to his Big Bro, my hubby. There were so many stand-out moments it's hard to know where to begin or how to describe. Watching ~loki take his Big Bro's dick in his mouth, watching Big Bro savor the aroma and taste of ~loki's 3 day old jock strap (which was eventually belted in as a gag for Big Bro to do more than just "savor"), seeing these two in neoprene sweatsuits, tied together, rolling all over the floor, seeing the pure joy and huge smile from Big Bro as the puppy joined him in the cell/kennel. Shit. No wonder we all collapsed after the four hours. Just describing it all wears me out!


Last week we had lunch and took his pooch, Lykos, for a walk in Piedmont Park. Disappointing to us all was the fact the puppy park was deserted. Would have been fun to watch Lykos do his thing. I fell in love with Lykos immediately and he takes about 13 seconds to bond with--so giving, so easy-going, and puppy eyes that make you melt. (Hmmmmmm......sounds like his owner, ~loki!) The funny thing is that the only dog I ever had (think Timmy and Lassie) was a collie named Lucky I had when I was a little boy. Hmmmm....Lucky, ~loki, and Lykos......coincidence? I think not!

Also last week we did our first shopping trip together at Atlanta Leather Company. Between this visit and the most recent one, and shopping on-line I have reached this fanatical frustration of not finding just the right collar. For now, I've decided to take a deep breath and not worry about it so much. The gear is fun, the toys great, but ultimately it is the actions and interactions that make this special. I'll find a collar if I just relax and let it happen. I know it.


Meanwhile I keep planning for the future. Puppy paws and a silicone tail are coming in soon. We have a shitload of gear still unexplored. ~loki has expressed a desire to explore some flogging and I would be a fool not to take him up on that one. We'll be shaving that unkempt crotch hair (hubby is dying over this one, cuz he loves the red hair). And he has a homework assignment: I pointed out the fantastic ropework of Domasan and he's to pick out his favorite pic and I'm going to do my best "homage" to that artist with pup as the subject. And hubby has the same assignment. I hoping we can just have another fun-filled bondage afternoon. Very soon.

SirTom Enterprises, Part II

Dangling from the ceiling in my "perfect" straitjacket, hooded, and gagged, I really didn’t think I’d be the one doing the talking. But SirTom gave me instructions to answer yes by kicking out my right foot, and no by kicking out the left foot. He lowered the levels on the ErosTek to just a numbing pulse. I hung limply in the air looking something like a straitjacketed parachutist stuck in a tree.

“Alan, if you don’t mind I would like to film this for a few moments. The reason for this will become clear as I tell you my proposition.”

I was kicking my left leg furiously. Left was for no, wasn’t it? He ignored me and opened his briefcase pulling out a rather large and expensive digital camera. The camera had its own little tripod legs which he extended allowing him to place it on the dining room table at just the right angle to capture the full me. I kept kicking my left leg. He walked over to the ErosTek and dialed it much higher. I screamed inside the gasmask, half of it swallowed by that infernal gag. Leaving it on high for nearly 2 minutes he walked back to the camera and made several slight adjustments while I flailed in mid-air.

When he had everything perfect SirTom returned to me and dialed back the intensity to almost zero. He pulled a chair up to where he could look at me directly (damn! those eyes!). He kept the ZeroTek in his lap.

“Alan, I really like you. I mean that with 100% sincerity. You are in absolutely no danger. I’m not some crazed lunatic you’ve let into your home, only to tie you up and rob or kill you. I am a businessman first and foremost who has come to discuss business with you. Does that make sense?

I attempted one small kick of my right leg.

“Excellent! I am currently the CEO of a very exclusive internet site that serves 400 gentlemen who have very distinct tastes in their viewing pleasures. We are not talking your basic live porno sites that have popped up everywhere for $1.50 per minute where you can watch a worn-out porn-star attempt to get it hard without the use of Viagra. My gentlemen pay $2,000 each per month to belong to this site. I give them 2 hours of extreme sexual situations five times a week. Most of the scenes are created by me and are performed live. If they are unable to watch the live session they can access a recorded version at our website whenever they wish. Many times a gentleman will write to me with a specific request. In these cases an additional $5,000 is paid by them for us acting out their fantasy. A $10,000 initiation fee is required from each of the gentlemen to join the site. For this we guarantee absolute anonymity, and we visit their homes and offices to help set up their computers with intense firewalls and complete safety. Am I making sense to you, Alan?

Again, one small kick of my right leg (although I’m not sure I needed to know all this.....Why didn’t he just buy all my gear and go about his business?).

“Now I’m sure you’ve already done some of the basic math this arrangement brings about. $800,000 each month in site fees alone plus initiation fees, plus the special request fees makes all of us involved quite a bit of money. I’m currently working on making a large number of foreign contacts so that we might be able to expand our venture beyond North America. I believe the opportunities for the business to grow have very little limit.

“So why would I want to buy used equipment when clearly I can purchase new at any time. I don’t. I want to meet the person who owns all this equipment. I want to know the people who have sacrificed thousands of their hard-earned dollars to possess their gear. And I have a desire to bring in a much needed new member to my family of participants.

He must have seen the odd look in my eyes

“Alan, I know you don’t think of yourself as porno ‘stud’ material. And you aren’t, and for that I’m grateful. You are a pretty average guy, slightly overweight, bald, average sized penis, a good covering of body hair. You know what you look like?

Here I was hanging from the ceiling getting a full body critique. I tried a quick kick of the left foot. He laughed.

“Alan, you look just like most of my clients. And that’s what so many of them want. To see themselves in your struggles. We’re talking absolutely the cream of our society. Fortune 500 CEOs, recognizable politicians, major entertainment stars. Almost all are significantly closeted and will not go anywhere near an unsafe website, or even worse, a live encounter. They do not rent DVDs of pornography, nor can they let anyone around them do it. Their lives could be ruined in a matter of seconds. Even those clients that are known as out and proud in our world, are not so out and proud about their sexual proclivities. If it were known their sexual appetites included what you are showing off so handsomely at this time they could stand to lose millions, perhaps even billions. Two thousand dollars is a small price to pay for some sexual happiness and complete anonymity.

“What I’m offering to you, Alan, is a chance to be a sort of ‘everyman’. Okay, a sort of financially comfortable ‘everyman’ who has some extreme fantasies. You’d work probably three days a week for two to three hours at each session. You can keep any other job you want as long as you have the flexibility to work those three afternoons a week. Your starting salary would be $5,000 per month. You’d sign a confidentiality clause so that if you decided to resign you could not say one word about our business without losing absolutely everything you have in life. Along with the salary there are regular bonuses, a $10,000 signing bonus, a very good 401K program, complete health insurance, a $1000 budget for ‘clothing’ each month along with any travel expenses required to purchase those items of ‘clothing.’ We do all of our filming here in Atlanta at some warehouses on the west side. We make many items there with our own craftsmen but I still prefer to support our worldwide vendors, and perfectly fitting garments such as the one you have on right now is our absolute standard. This can only be done by visiting the designers who live in Berlin, London, San Francisco, Sydney, and Hong Kong.

“There is usually no direct sexual activity involved in the scenes we create. My clients are interested in the situations, the fetishes, the dynamics of interaction, and the journey we take them on, not on copulation. If by some chance a client asks for fellatio or anal penetration an additional $5000 is charged to that client. Ejaculation on screen can be another $5000. Most don’t ask, since most aren’t looking for that. All activities are completely safe whether condoms are used, or full rubber sheaths.”

I simply could not believe what I was hearing. The money was incredible and the bonus alone would pull Geo and me out of a severe financial hole. And I would be exploring sexual fantasies three times a week?! And getting paid for it?! It really was mind-blowing.

“Alan, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get just a few more minutes filmed of you struggling in that straitjacket.”

The ErosTek was still in his lap. I’d forgotten about both it and the camera running. Before I had a chance to object, he dialed the machine into a whole new mode and increased the intensity slowly over the next couple of minutes. It felt like I had a 20 inch cock up my ass, pounding me all the way up to my lungs. I began to heave about in the air in a rhythm matching the electric pulses. My dick was almost instantly back to full girth, still trapped in those chastity shorts. SirTom walked below me. Pulling out a set of keys he unlocked the front of the shorts releasing my rubber-covered dick. He grabbed it once. Then he spanked it firmly a few times. I could feel the cum building up inside me. I was squealing like the pig I know I am. I would shoot if he didn’t stop. And stop he did, motherfucker. I was wild, absolutely insane. SirTom went to the table and picked up the camera coming again directly below me. He was filming close-ups! More electricity, more dick spanking, more squealing, and no orgasm. The man knew how far he could take me, where that magical edge was before backing off. Five times he brought me to within an inch of cumming, and five times he held me in that screaming, begging, place all pigs crave. And five times he brought me back down, totally denied.

And like that it was over. Electricity off. Camera off. And down I came from my ceiling suspension. Efficiently and effectively all the locks were removed, straps undone, and jacket removed. SirTom even helped me out of the rubber catsuit. He’d gone to the kitchen and gotten a glass of ice water for me and I collapsed at the dining room table, drinking every drop of it.

“I’d like to show you something, Alan, before you ask me any questions or tell me your decision.” He set the camera in front of me and began playing back the last few minutes. I was stunned. There I was damn-near floating in space and I looked fucking hot. I could feel my groin awakening again. That little camera had captured a very hot scene. His cell phone rang. He opened it, listened for a second, then said, “I thought so. Thank you.”

Turning to me, those blue eyes so filled with sincerity, he asked me to ask him anything, to share any concerns. I really had only one, “What about my face being seen? Are all scenes done in hoods?”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Alan. It would be too limiting. But think about it. With only 400 men signed on to this site, all of them at the absolute pinnacle of their careers and scattered across this country, just how many of these men do you think you’ll ever see in your life? And if by some absolutely astronomical coincidence you did meet one of these men, do you think that they would ‘tell on you?’ It’s their anonymity that is at stake. Trust me. Even though your face would appear on camera you have nothing to be concerned about as far as your own privacy.”

I nodded. It did make perfect sense.

“One other impetus I’d like to share with you, Alan, then I’ll let you give me an answer if you’re ready to. The phone call I received was from my computer technician. I was sending him live feed of the last few minutes of our little scene which he was able to post to the internet almost immediately. The response from the clientele who were logged on at that time was stunning. You’ve been a porno star for about 3 minutes, and have received nothing but rave reviews. Because of this I’m offering you an additional $5000 for your signing bonus plus an immediate trip to San Francisco so that we get a huge amount of gear lined up for you.”

I took a deep breath. “I have one more concern, maybe two......”

“Please, of course, share them.”

“When do I start? And is there anything else from the gear in my closet you’d like to see me model at this time?”