Latex Football Shirt

I'm not usually one to repost pics here from other great sites, but I know at least a couple of guys who might not have seen this one.  It's from Metalbond's site (see my list of blogs).  I also know a certain pup who recently purchased some leather football pants on whom this shirt would look quite handsome!

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Attending a pansexual "Toga" party tomorrow night with plans to publicly humiliate and flog a Spartan Soldier.  Cannot wait!!!

Wild Weekend, Saturday

Saturday started as "pup" day. I asked ~loki to join us which he was able to do for about 5 hours of great play. There were 3 seconds of shitfuckdamnpiss as the electro box we used jumped from about 15% to 6000% percent. ~Loki amazed me at how well he took a bad moment and put it far behind him. It will be a while down the road before try this again. Thank God there's 1249 more things he wants to try! (And if you haven't figured it out by now, I would rather cut off my right arm than give this wonderful man/boy/pup anything but the very best of experiences in his journey. So I'm typing this one-handed.)

The real joy though was two-fold. Seeing ~loki in the football uniform was FUCKING HOT. And seeing him take the paddle from me when I offered it so that he could whap on hubby's balls was so great! There was a gleam in his eye that was so real and so deep. I knew the electro-shit was far behind him and he was back to the pure joy he always has to offer.

I wasn't so sure about all the sportsgear stuff, but since Mike had packed a special suitcase just for the shoulder pads I sure as hell wasn't going to let him go home not having used them! I gotta tell you, I was so turned on by all these "jocks" around me, I believe I may a whole new appreciation and fetish.

Wild Weekend, Friday

Shit! Now even I can't remember the exact process of the scenes. LOL. There were so fucking many and hot on top of hot. And some without pics. I at least think all these pics are from Friday.

Friday night we had a couple of friends over for dinner and a little interrogation scene. Was great fun watching Mike and hubby chained together working on making the dinner, serving us, and cleaning up.

No pics of that scene, alas.

For this I would become a Catholic

And certainly for this!

Fantasy Derailed

Have been on the road for what seems like forever and finally got home late last night. Old patterns emerged, which I hate, the main one being the inability to "flip my switch" from work to sex. When I work it seems like it consumes me to the point that any and all sexuality leaks from my thought process and makes me feel completely asexual. Of course a week with the hubby's folks doesn't exactly supercharge the libido either.

In any case we headed home yesterday morning, and sure enough, an hour down the road and I can feel the switch flipping back on. Thoughts of what we might do when we get home start flooding my brain. So a couple of hours later we need to stop and get a little lunch. We hit a small town in Eastern Louisiana with a gazillion fast food places so we pulled off Interstate 12 to grab something. I saw a Taco Bell a bit down the road and thought that a $1 burrito would be easier to eat while driving than some nasty chicken breast sandwich so we pulled in to their lot. It was a total zoo as it was just recently opened. We parked, rather than doing the drive-through, as we both needed to pee.

So hubby gets in line to order and I go outside to stretch a bit before reentering the torture vehicle. So there I am minding my own business and up pulls this motorcycle cop. Very young, tight uniform, knee high Dehners, mirrored sunglasses. Now remember, the sexual switch in my head has been reactivated so I'm sure there's a bit of drool escaping from the corner of my mouth. Yum. A total YUM.

I watch him stop the bike and climb off, a super hot butt in those tight pants, sunlight gleaming off the boots, and he looks right at me. Then he motions to me that I should come over to the grassy area where he's standing. "Who? Me?" I gesture. He nods. So I walk over a few feet and the incident turns 100% surreal.

He pulls his fucking GUN on me! Points it directly at me! Demands that I raise my hands, turn around, lace my fingers behind my head! My head is spinning and I think I'm going to pass out. And the phrase "shit in my pants" comes to mind as I feel my bowels churning. He walks up just within my peripheral vision, the gun pointed directly at my head. He then proceeds to shove me to my knees (a rather painful thing with the herniated disc I've been suffering for 14 months).

"Do you have a gun?"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!" my brain screams. "No, Sir." Now he's behind me and I can feel that business end of the gun a few inches from the back of my head. I truly hate guns. I see a profile on Recon mentioning guns and I click it shut with superhuman speed. There is nothing sexually interesting about a gun. Nothing. I feel more gurgling in my bowels. He shoves his hand in the pockets of my baggy cargo shorts searching for the gun that he's sure I've lied about.

"How about ID?"

"In my right pocket." Now he's patting my ass trying to find the wallet. Nothing sexual going on there. Fuck, I'm still worried about shitting my pants.

I start to take my right hand down, since my wallet is in the right front pocket of the shorts.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"

I'm feeling even woozier. How stupid was that maneuver, I thought. I'm having flashes of prison time and of being Bubba's bitch. Mr. Copper reaches in to my right front pocket and extracts my wallet.

"There was an armed robbery down the street. And you fit the description of the suspect. Bald and bearded, middle-aged."

I glance at Taco Bell wondering where the hell hubby is. He's gotta come out and save me. I see forty people glued to the windows and doors watching all of this happen. Two blonde chicks have parked nearby and are gawking. Traffic has stopped. But no hubby.

Mr. Motorcycle Cop speaks into the radio microphone on his shoulder. I can't quite hear what he's saying, the blood pounding in my ears. I do hear the response from whomever he's been speaking with: "The suspect is bald, bearded, and black." The dispatcher or detective or whoever actually is at the other end goes so far as to spell the word "black." There is an exasperated tone to the voice.

Now the last time I looked in the mirror I was white. Very white. Absurdly white. Okay, so a hint of red from sitting by a pool for a week.

And like that it's over. He lets me get up, tosses me my wallet, and (ashamed?) hops on his cycle and vroomvrooms off. The blonde chicks come rushing over. "What the hell happened." I stammer a bit and try to explain. Employees come out of the restaurant and offer me a drink. I'm shaking a bit. Still no sign of hubby.

One of the employees tries to track hubby down. Several people offer to be witnesses if I should want to file a complaint. Finally hubby comes out with our food. People have been telling him "that guy you came with is on his knees with a gun pointed at his head." He's been laughing it off saying "not possible."

People are urging me to go file a complaint. I just say "it'll make a great story to tell." And in my head I've already forgiven this young cop. He was over-eager, probably hoping to make the big bust, and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was bone-marrow level of frightening, but I'll live. I just hope someone in that police force takes the time to have a little chat with him about listening carefully to a suspect's description. Or maybe stop and think that an armed robber isn't going to drive a block away, park, and then get out in a parking lot to stretch. I figure the real robber was already at his crack-dealer's house making his score.

I just look at hubby and tell him to get in the vehicle. All I want to do is get out of this hell-hole and put many miles between me and the site of the event. And on the road I describe the whole thing to hubby. He's just shaking his head, totally unbelieving. And then I start thinking about what might have happened if the suspect had been white. Would I have been handcuffed? Shoved in the back of a cruiser? Fingerprinted? Booked? Thankfully hubby's father and uncle have numerous contacts within the Louisiana police and legal systems, I tell myself. Still. It is pretty scary.

I think all fantasies involving policemen have been irrevocably destroyed. Sigh. What a shame.

SirTom Enterprises, Part IX

“Growl, bark, back away.” The voice in my ear would become my link to the world over the next 48 hours.

“GRRRRRRRR. WOOF!” I slowly backed away from Danny raising my head, balancing a bit on my knees only, then running behind the kennel.

“Excellent. You’ll receive tiny shocks multiple times today. An overreaction is called for as if the shock is debilitating.”

“Bad dog!” Danny slapped the riding crop against his boot. I cowered in the corner. “Get out here, now!” Another slap of the riding crop. Danny reached to his waist and pulled two items loose, a leash and the collar’s remote control. He was slowly creeping up to me where I was wedged behind the kennel.

“Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrrr.” I kept growling the closer he got. I finally felt I had to attack. As I lunged at his hand, he pressed the button on the remote control. Instantly a shock went into my neck

“Arrrr. Arrrr. Arrrrr.” I wailed and whimpered and fell on my side.

Swiftly Danny stepped up and attached the leash to the built in external-collar of the suit. He jerked on the leash and I could feel my air supply cut off for a second. It was enough to get my full attention and stop my whimpering.

“That’s better, Bolt.” Danny helped roll me back on to my knees and elbows, something it was almost impossible to do on my own in that damn gimp suit. “Good dog.” I felt a little scratch behind my right ear. Even through the thick rubber I could feel the positive reinforcement of such a gesture.

By now I figured we’d been live on-line for about 3 hours. That meant 5 more hours today, 12 hours tomorrow and a final 8 hours on Wednesday. I really wondered how I was going to make it that long. I had never been challenged like this, at least not to this magnitude. I knew one thing—it was going to take a little soul-searching and a lot of that muscle relaxant.

For the next two hours I did my best “bad dog” act. SirTom was kind and encouraging but I knew I was turning in a shit performance. I’d peed in a corner and received my punishment. I’d shown my disinterest in playing with the toys. I’d growled and barked and whined and whimpered, but even I knew it was a half-ass act.

“Time for puppy to get a nap. Danny, put him in the kennel with food and water. Refill the water bowl with the ‘special formula’. Alan, please drink a lot of this water. The muscle relaxant is a little stronger and might help you relax in the role just a bit more. Don’t worry, we’re doing fine. The client has written several times expressing his pleasure and suggesting some activities he’d like to see over the next couple of days. Right now ‘Bolt” needs a nap. We’ll pick up the activities in a couple of hours.”

We followed SirTom’s orders completely. Danny removed the gag. A small transparent straw was in the water bowl and I was able to get the water down me quickly. I was thirsty and I trusted SirTom to help me in this scene. After drinking the ‘special formula’ I felt a little flush come over me and almost immediately I could feel my entire body relax about 50%. I sighed deeply and rolled over to my back my arms and legs dangling above me in their rubber restraints.

“I’m sure you feel better by now. Good. While you’re relaxed I just want to make a few suggestions. First and foremost, stay relaxed. You don’t have to ‘make’ anything happen in this scene. You’re being a ‘pushy bottom’ right now trying to keep control of the scene. Let it go. Instead of trying to ‘act’ just let your mind throw away all the garbage of your life and open yourself up to possibilities. You’re thinking too much, definitely not puppy thoughts, either. All you need to care about is food, water, freedom, and reward. The punishment phase will continue for a bit, nothing extreme, but over the next day and a half Danny will begin to ‘rebuild’ you into a compliant, happy, loyal dog. Go with the flow. I’m proud of you, Alan, for taking on this huge challenge. If it helps, during your puppy dreams, think of the upcoming four days in San Francisco.”

The man was a genius, and I don’t apply that term often. He could see inside me, inside the client, and manipulate the world with gentle nudging and subtle reinforcement, all coated with that honey-coated quicksilver voice. I closed my eyes and conjured images of Coit Tower, Castro Street, and the images quickly gave way to Folsom Street, the Mr. S leather store, and I fell into happy sleep. At one point I even saw myself walking through Golden Gate Park. Walking with me was Danny, holding a leash that led to my neck. I could feel my body in the gimp suit, but we walked briskly, the cool air rushing over my rubbered skin.

I awoke to find the kennel door open. Danny had placed his boot on my erect penis and was massaging it with strong circular motions of the boot sole. I began to whimper and pant heavily. All of a sudden the boot was removed and I gasped. I rolled over to my puppy legs and wobbled out of the kennel. Danny was standing there, his tall boots shimmery. I trotted over to him and climbed his leg. I wanted my penis against his boots, to finish the job he had started. Standing only on my knees I thrust my torso against him and began to rub my frustrated penis against his leg. I could feel myself nearing orgasm in almost no time. And a huge jolt filled my body, but not a jolt of the joyous release of pent up sperm, but the punishment jolt from my collar.

I released Danny’s leg and fell to the floor crying out, screaming, whimpering, rolling from one side of my back to the other. Danny reached down and slapped my hard dick. “Bad dog. Bad, bad, dog.” He slipped the leash onto my collar and yanked me to my puppy legs. Over the next hour he taught me to heel, to sit, to lay down. And I gave up trying to make things happen in the scene. I gave myself over to Danny and I followed his lead. I forgot the world around me. All I wanted was Danny to give me just one more scratch behind the ear, to give me one more treat, to say the words “Good boy. Good dog. Good, Bolt.”

Danny even took me outside and taught me to pee only when taken outside. My quick learning earned me more rewards. We finished the day with me sitting happily at Danny’s feet, him scratching behind my ears, occasionally under my chin. It had been a hard day. The last moments of the day I was taken to the kennel, released from the leash, and the kennel door was locked. A few minutes later the lights were turned off.

“We’re done for the day. Please get Alan released quickly. I’ll be on the set in a few minutes.”

Danny and Freddie from wardrobe came on the set and helped me out of the suit. The groan that escaped from me when I was finally free was scary. They had to help me to my feet and help me just walk around for a few minutes to get some circulation back in my extremities. Freddie handed me a bottle of Gatorade before heading to clean out the suit and make any necessary repairs before I went back in it tomorrow.

SirTom arrived a few minutes later and told Danny to go ahead, that he’d bring me to the showers in a few minutes. I was seated on the edge of a stool, happily gulping the Gatorade. SirTom came up behind me and started to lightly massage my naked shoulders. I damn near melted. I hadn’t realized how much tension I was carrying despite the regular doses of the muscle relaxant.

“You did a very fine job today, Alan. I’m proud of you.”

“I really missed the boat, didn’t I, SirTom. I mean, at first. I started to actually have fun the last couple of hours. It was really simple then. Just being open to possibilities. It freed me. And again, I have you to thank for that, SirTom. Just like the genderfuck suit, you really pushed my limits, made me step up to the plate and face a challenge.”

“Some men never know their capabilities, never live even 5% of their dreams. You are such a wonderful man, Alan. I hope you receive every reward you deserve, and get to live every single dream you might have.”

What can I give this man in return I kept thinking. He has given me so much and promises me no limits to what I might have tomorrow. How do you repay that? I laughed. Certainly not with a t-shirt.

“Why are you laughing, Alan?”

“SirTom….”

“Go ahead. Tell me.”

“How do I give back? How do I even begin to repay…..”

“Alan. You have. I know you don’t think so, but as I’ve told you before, you’ve enriched my life. And maybe you can continue to do so. Right now I’d like to see you showered, maybe relax for a bit, then I’ll join you for dinner in your dressing room before you get some much needed sleep.

I showered for a very long time, stretching every muscle of my body slowly and thoroughly under the hot water. When I finished I headed back to my dressing room. Hanging there was the most beautiful, deep maroon dressing gown with a subtle pin stripe design. A small note was attached. “My thanks. SirTom.” I pulled the robe on. It slid so effortlessly over my smooth, hairless skin, pure silk sliding sensuously over me. I shivered. This was a beautiful gift and made me feel so human again after 8 hours in the rubber suit.

SirTom knocked at my dressing room door and entered pushing a small rolling table covered with a complete dinner for two. He finished parking the dining tray and pulled up two chairs. Then he turned to me. He had removed his jacket and was wearing nothing but his finely tailored trousers and the silk t-shirt I’d given him. Somehow the lack of a jacket made him seem even smaller, practically a tiny man. He opened his arms and I felt free to approach him and give him a hug.

Silk against silk, he held me close to him for a long time. Neither of us spoke, we just held each other, our breathing falling into a mirrored rhythm. Finally he let me go and escorted me to a seat at the dining table. He opened a bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass. Metal covers were removed from each of the plates revealing a small salad and beautiful braised scallops perched on a bed of yellow rice. “Eat. Drink. We’ll talk more when we’re finished.”

And so, with complete silence we savored an exquisite dinner with wine. Throughout the dinner our eyes met countless times. I tried to start a conversation a couple of times but each time SirTom merely shook his head and said, “After dinner, Alan.” When we finished he led me to a small loveseat in my dressing room. He sat, pulled me down next to him and slowly pulled me into a position where I was curled up on the love seat next to him, my head in his lap. I found myself relaxing completely, a deep, exhilirating, and safe rest. SirTom stroked my head and neck, lightly tweaking the tops of my ears, and I found myself relaxing even further, close to sleep, but not wanting to sleep. I wanted to be held and caressed by this man forever.

After some time SirTom lifted my head from his lap and brought me a sitting position. He stood and crossed to my closet where he selected a black silk tie from the rack. Returning to me, he asked that I stand in front of him. Slowly, sensuously he placed the silk tie over my eyes and tied it in back. I could not help but shiver at the thought of being in this man's control. Again, slowly, he removed the silk sash from the robe and had me sit down in the straight back chair by the makeup mirror. Pulling my hands behind me he used the sash to tie my hands together, then to a slat on the chair.

The robe had fallen open and my dick throbbed with the sensual bondage I currently experienced. So simple, so pure, and so effective. SirTom stood behind me and massaged my neck and down into my shoulders. I shivered uncontrollably, not from being cold, but from being so aroused. And as he would do for some time to come, he leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You are such a good boy, Alan, such a fine boy, who I know will work hard to please me. You are not to cum until I allow it, boy, but when you do finally have my permission you will have not one, not two, but three orgasms that will shake you to your very foundation. I promise you this, boy. But it can only happen if you give yourself 100% to me, here and now. Do you understand this, Alan?"

I could only whisper. "Yes, SirTom."

Over the next hour SirTom brought me to within an inch of cumming so many times I lost track. Two more of my ties were used to tie my ankles to the chair legs further restraining me and further arousing me. Yet another tie was first used to tease my dripping cock, then it was tied around my cock and balls proving an excellent cockring.

SirTom continually found new spots on my body that I had no clue could be so erotic. From the tips of my toes, to a line inside my thighs, to the insides of my elbows, to a tiny spot behind my ears, every single touch seemed to electrify my already charged body. His light touch on my nipples made me crave more and more. Once when he bent forward to lick the very tip of my right nipple I thought that alone would be enough to take me over the edge where I was balanced. But even without me saying so, he knew he had taken me to that edge and quickly withdrew leaving me panting and begging for more.

And over and over he would pause in his torment and whisper in my ear. "Just here and now, you and me, and the promise I have made to you, boy. I will let you cum, son, but you are not ready yet."

I thought I would go insane. I began to make both promises and curses. I was heaving in the chair. I tried to get loose so that I could stroke my dick just that few more times and explode. SirTom's bondage was so simple and yet completely effective.

When finally I was not only at that edge of cumming but also the edge of pure insanity SirTom sat on my thighs, reached up and removed the black silk tie blindfold. As I opened my eyes all I could see were his beautiful blue pools of intensity staring at me. He whispered, "It's time now, Alan. You have My permission." Never taking his eyes from mine he reached down and grabbed my rigid cock and slowly began to stroke. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head. "Stay here, boy, stay with me. Here and now." And I refocused on those eyes. Feeling a rumbling deep inside me I knew that I was going to shoot. "Please, SirTom, please." I saw a faint smile in the corners of his eyes and he said,

"Shoot it now, boy." And shoot I did roaring and screaming, but never taking my eyes from him. And without ever stopping he continued to stroke my dick bringing me right back to orgasm a 2nd time. I could not believe it possible and yet I believed in SirTom's promise. And as I shot a 2nd time the stroking continued, never pausing, never relenting. Deep inside me I felt a struggle. My body and mind were shutting down, saying 'no more.' My heart and soul argued and won. Within a minute I shot a 3rd small load all the while staring into those blue eyes, all the while hearing the hypnotic whisper of SirTom.

"You are such a good, Alan, such a fine boy. I am proud to have you as My boy, Alan. Such a good boy."

SirTom leaned forward and gently kissed my on my forehead then stood. Walking behind me, he untied the sash restraining my hands. Again his hands were on my shoulders and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "You need to sleep, boy. Sleep deeply. You have pleased me to no end, boy, and I look forward to many more times where you and I can share so deeply. Thank you. Sweet dreams, Alan." And with that he was gone.

I leaned forward to undo the rest of the bondage, pulled the sash back around my waist thereby closing the robe, and crawled on to the love seat, closing my eyes and falling fast asleep without even a thought. I had imagined being completely drained before in my life. Now I truly knew the meaning of that phrase.

Over the next two days I spent a total of 20 hours in that dog suit. The funny thing for me is that little was really that memorable for me. My mind kept floating back to my evening with SirTom. Danny did a remarkable job though of always getting my focus back on the scene and on him. At one point Deuce brought his puppy “Paws” played by Ed, to play with me. I was amazed at how much fun we had and how quickly we fell into a copacetic space.

In the final two of hours of Wednesday starting around 8:00 p.m. that night, as promised, the scene turned sexual. For two hours Danny brought me to the edge of coming over and over again. The pain collar was used now to bring me back from the verge, but little encouragement was needed to take me back to the precipice. And finally, after 27 hours and 45 minutes of being in the suit I exploded so ferociously I caught everyone by surprise. The pent up sperm flew from my body in long arcs and I howled. I realized now that the experience I had had with SirTom on Monday evening had prepared me for this. Somehow he had unlocked some sort of gate in me that was now allowing me to have orgasms that were absolutely bone-crushing in depth.

As I finished howling and felt my body slowly give over to exhaustion Danny stroked my stomach, scratched behind my ears, and milked the last drop from me. And the leash was reattached and slowly I was led back to my kennel, put inside, and the door locked behind me. I lay down for a long sleep.

“Gentlemen, we're off the air. My sincere thanks to you all.”

And just like that it was over.

SirTom Enterprises, Part VIII

Over the next couple of days I felt myself get stronger. The self-pity was a tiresome emotion and I worked to get past it. SirTom moved me to a small apartment that was built into the back of the warehouses. It was a simple place, simply furnished, but at least it was private.

By Sunday afternoon I was feeling a lot better. I still had a lot of processing to do, understanding how I had come to be a single man after 25 years of partnership, but I also felt, for lack of a better word, free. I showered, shaved, and put on one of my new suits. I took a look at myself in the mirror. Besides the bags under my eyes, not too bad. I pulled out my cellphone and scrolled through the messages. Only one from Geo. I listened.

“I’ve got my stuff out of the loft and I’ve rented a studio apartment on 10th Street. Call me when your head clears up and you’ve quit at that place. I have a friend who’s been seeing a therapist about some sexual issues. I think it would be a good idea if you made an appointment to see him as well. You’ve got a real problem, Alan. And if you can’t clear that up I don’t think we can be together anymore.”

I deleted the message. And without a tear I drove back to the loft. I walked around. The only things missing were his clothes from the closet and the big screen TV. I called a realtor who was more than happy to come over immediately. He took several shots of the loft for advertising and we discussed a price. He was sure we could get $300,000 for the space if we were patient.

“List it for $250,000. Use whatever means necessary but I want a signed offer within two weeks if possible.” I couldn’t stay here any longer. I had to get out, move on, and start fresh. I packed a couple of bags along with some toiletries and my laptop and drove into downtown and got a room at a hotel.

After I checked in I called SirTom.

“I want to work tomorrow, SirTom.”

“Alan, are you sure?”

“Yes. Absolutely. And thank you, SirTom. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I mean every little thing. I will pay you back. I don’t know how, but I will pay you back in any way I can.”

“I’ll see you at the studios tomorrow then. I’m glad you’re feeling better, Alan. And, please, you owe me nothing. I consider you my friend, even perhaps, like my son. I am a better person because you’re in my life now. You are enriching my life, just as I hope I can enrich yours. Sleep well. And eat. I didn’t hire you so that you’d get skinny on me!”

I slept late on Monday, but awoke fully rested and hungry. Room service delivered a huge breakfast and I devoured it. I got ready for work. A crisp white shirt and a bright blue tie along with one of my new suits made me look pretty damn good. The bags under my eyes were definitely smaller and I could see a little bit of twinkle returning to my eyes. I can do this, I thought. I can move on.

When I entered the studios Davey rushed over and gave me a big pity hug. Clearly word was out at work that Geo and I had split up. I appreciated the hug but knew I couldn’t have it going on all day.

“Davey, you have a job to do for me today.”

“Okay?”

“Tell everybody I’m fine, and the next person who looks at me with sad eyes, or wants to shower me with pity is going to get slugged. Is that clear?”

“You got it.”

I grabbed a copy of the week’s shoot list and headed for my dressing room. I was on for Monday through Wednesday with only one scene title for all three days: “Gimp.” After my name was a short note from SirTom–“see me before the shoot.”

I knocked on SirTom’s office door and entered. He rose, gave me a good hug, and held me so that he could look me up and down. “Excellent! You look very nice in that suit. I believe we can start today’s scene with you in that. Now have a seat. I want to explain what the scene is and make sure you want to do it.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve women, children, or animals, I’m game, SirTom.”

He chuckled. “No women or children, I promise, but let’s talk about the animal part. A client has asked for a 3 day scene with you in the starring role. He’s agreed to pay a $30,000 fee to have his fantasy acted out. Your part of the bonus for this would be $10,000. $10,000 would be split with the other actors in the scene. $10,000 of course goes toward company expenses.

“The scene involves you being put in a gimp suit. The gimp suit includes a puppy head and puppy tail. The client wants this broadcast on a private channel for his enjoyment only. And he wants to have 8 hour access to watching you in that suit today, 12 hours tomorrow, and another 8 hours on Wednesday. Much of the time you would only be in a cage, resting, eating, drinking from a bowl, but during his specified hours he wants to watch the puppy being trained. On Wednesday afternoon during the final two hours of broadcasting, you would be allowed to masturbate with your puppy paws. The hours that we don’t broadcast will be the time you can get out of the suit, eat and drink properly, take care of your bowels, stretch your muscles and prepare mentally for the next several hours of puppy training. We can give you a very mild muscle relaxant before you get in the suit and we’ll dissolve very small amounts in the water for the dog bowl. There is no way you can handle the suit for that a long a time without a little help. And the drugs will help stop cramping. It is a very intense scene and will be very demanding on you. If you want to wait a little longer before taking this on I will certainly understand.”

“I appreciate your sensitivity toward me, SirTom. But I’m up for it, I promise.” I patted my crotch where my cock had already sprung to life. “In more ways than one”

Puppy-training turned out to be one of the most liberating experiences I’d ever gone through. The scene that afternoon involved me signing a contract with Danny. It had something to do with owing Danny a lot of money and this contract removing my responsibility for the debt. He was to serve as my owner for the three day shoot. Both of us were in well-tailored suits. Immediately after I signed on the bottom line Danny used an intercom to call his assistant, played by JB. JB was dressed in a latex jumpsuit that had been heavily shined. This was clearly a custom suit with a yellow tribal insignia worked into the torso of the suit.

A leather collar was placed around my neck and locked in place. All along the inside of the collar were small metal contacts that could be remote-controlled and release a wide range of electrical shocks.

“Tell him you have some second thoughts.”

I turned back to Danny. “Look, Mr. Stevenson, I’m not so sure about this. This is beginning to creep me out a little."

Danny merely picked a small remote control and pushed the button. I was stunned at the severity of the shock that pulsed not just in my neck, but traveled well down into my torso. Involuntarily I dropped to my knees.

“No more talking, little puppy!” He turned his attention to JB. “Get a gag in him now, get that filthy hair off of his body, and get him in the gimp suit. I’ll be there in two hours to start his training.”

JB brought out a bit-gag made of rubber and in the shape of a bone and shoved it between my teeth. It was pulled tight at the back of my head and locked in place. JB then attached a leash to my collar and yanked me to my feet. I was pulled into the shower room. One of the actors I’d not worked with, named Todd, was waiting there. He wore a latex jumpsuit exactly like the one JB had on. Together they wrestled the clothes off of me and threw them to the side. My hands were locked inside inflatable rubber mitts. At the end of the mitts were D rings. A chain and lock were added to each and my hands lifted high above my head and secured there. Todd worked only part-time at ST Enterprises and was happy with the arrangement. He was an expert with a strait-razor and was used only for scenes that called for barbering, head shaving, or complete body shaves.

JB and Todd both grabbed electric clippers and went over my entire body, taking off every single hair they could find. I whimpered through the bit-gag, trying to plead for them to stop. When I squirmed or twisted too much JB would slap my ass hard. When I didn’t stop immediately he lifted an identical remote control to the one Danny had and threatened me with. It took only one jolt to bring my squirming to a halt.

Finished with the clipping, the men grabbed hoses and began to blast my body with hot water. When finished my skin was bright red. Shaving cream was dispensed and slathered completely over my body. And Todd began his magic with the strait-razor. With great care and an evil little grin he patiently and methodically made his way over every square inch of my body. Even the punishment collar was removed and my neck, head, face and eyebrows were completely shaved.

Again the hot water hoses were turned on me removing the remaining shaving cream and tiny shaved hairs left behind. The collar and bit gag were put back on me and locked. JB and Todd now pulled on thick elbow length industrial rubber gloves. They poured heavy, slimy lubricant into the palms of their rubbered hands and spread it all over me. When I was completely covered with the viscous goo the gimp suit was brought forward and held in front of me.

It was a magnificent piece, handsomely crafted from very thick rubber. The suit required the wearer to bend his legs nearly 100% so his heels were touching his butt. It also required that the arms be bent to that his hands were held tight to his collar bone. There was significant padding in the areas around the knees and elbows, cushiony gel-like material had been inserted to help the wearer manage walking on knees and elbows for extended periods of time. The hood attached was that of a snarling pit bull. It was ferocious looking.

“Time to stop admiring; time for a struggle. The jolt we give you will be very mild but I want you to collapse as if you've been knocked out.”

I started to quiver and back away from the suit. I screamed through the bit gag. If I was going to be called a “scenery-chewer” by God, I wanted everyone to know I was the best at it. JB and Todd tried to bring me under control but with the lube all over my body they were unable to get me to stop kicking at them. JB lifted the remote control and hit the button.

I screamed and collapsed. SirTom was right– a very minor jolt. While I was pretending to be knocked out, JB and Todd put me completely inside the suit, first my legs, then my arms, my head into the dog shaped hood (the bit gag and collar still in place), my penis into an exposed sheath, and finally they pulled the zipper from just above my anus to the top of my head. I heard a padlock being added. The suit was incredibly tight and inside the contraption I cursed Freddie and Fannie for being so good at their work. As a finishing touch JB shoved the built in puppy tail butt plug firmly into my ass.

JB and Todd picked me up and carried my gimp body to the set where the rest of the action would take place over the next couple of days. Through the pepperpot eyes of the dog hood I could see fairly clearly although only straight ahead having no peripheral vision. I had to either swing my head around severely or move my entire body. On the set were various puppy toys, a food bowl, a water bowl, and a kennel. I wobbled on my knees and elbows exploring the space slowly and the severe limitations of the suit I was wearing. I was already glad I’d agreed to taking the muscle relaxant as I could feel my body contorted like this was not going to be easy on me. Behind me I heard footsteps. I wobbled around, to see who was behind me.

Danny had changed from his business suit to what appeared to be a full latex military uniform. His shirt was a brownish red and fit him tightly. The jodphur-style breeches were dark brown, with red and black stripes down the sides. Tall rubber boots climbed to just below the knee. A muir cap was on his head, a Sam Browne belt went from a belt loop diagonally over his chest, and he carried a riding crop.

“Hello, Bolt. I understand you’ve been a difficult little puppy. By the next time we have to send you for grooming I expect you to impress the groomers with how well-behaved you are.”

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.