Showing posts with label suit and tie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suit and tie. Show all posts
Monday, September 12, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
What a Gift
I am so amazed at times. I celebrated my 3 week anniversary since surgery on Wednesday. There's been lots of progress and I felt like it was time to at least venture back into the dungeon for a short bit. No heavy lifting, no bending, no twisting, but I've been dying to try out the new humane restraints I inherited. So pup had a change of schedule today that allowed him to sneak away from work a bit early and we got to spend a couple of hours in the dungeon. Yay.
Pup has put himself in an "honor," "sympathetic" chastity mode because a good friend and fellow pup asked him to share his own chastity journey. Today was day 11 of that journey, but he'll have to start over! Actually, it might be more appropriate to say that like many others who endure chastity, he's fulfilled his duties by not whacking off, and only cumming when I allow it. That's a pretty nice gift in itself!
But when pup appeared today, he took my breath away. Now, if you've read this whole blog you know I sort of have this thing about men in suits and ties. Personally I think it goes right along with all the other uniform and gear fetishes so many of us have. There's a power image seeing a man in suit and tie, but there's also so many other feelings that go along with it. For me? Feeling starched shirts, stiff collars, silk ties, and some really wonderful silk boxers that I'd given him and asked him to wear, WOOF, and as a bonus he was wearing the black suspenders I'd given him, MORE WOOF. Well, the total picture was nirvana for me.
On went the new, shorter dog collar and padlock, off came the suit jacket and wasting no time we trotted up to the dungeon. On went a leather hood and a pretty severe posture collar, right over all the other clothing. Using several ropes and the humane restraints I restrained pup to the floating bondage table. Balls and dripping penis were exposed and a couple hours later a very nice load drenched his shirt.
Somewhere mid-session pup surprised me by asking to "go deeper," presumably a desire to go much deeper into the submissive headspace. We accomplished some of that, but I know he craves going into deeper and darker territory than he's ever experienced. (I know it took him a full fifteen minutes to return to this world post orgasm...) We're working on that! And we hope maybe that he'll have a chance to experience some erotic hypnosis with another Top. How cool is that?
For pup to endure wearing the suit all day, more dressy than he needed to be for his work day, meant a lot to me. Yeah, it's a control issue (I LOVED yanking on his tie whilst jacking him off, growl!), but it was a tremendous gift to me made with great respect for my own fetishes. As I was snapping a few pics I told him it would be enough for me to whack off to for a few months. LOL. Totally true.
Thank you, Loki.
Pup has put himself in an "honor," "sympathetic" chastity mode because a good friend and fellow pup asked him to share his own chastity journey. Today was day 11 of that journey, but he'll have to start over! Actually, it might be more appropriate to say that like many others who endure chastity, he's fulfilled his duties by not whacking off, and only cumming when I allow it. That's a pretty nice gift in itself!
But when pup appeared today, he took my breath away. Now, if you've read this whole blog you know I sort of have this thing about men in suits and ties. Personally I think it goes right along with all the other uniform and gear fetishes so many of us have. There's a power image seeing a man in suit and tie, but there's also so many other feelings that go along with it. For me? Feeling starched shirts, stiff collars, silk ties, and some really wonderful silk boxers that I'd given him and asked him to wear, WOOF, and as a bonus he was wearing the black suspenders I'd given him, MORE WOOF. Well, the total picture was nirvana for me.
On went the new, shorter dog collar and padlock, off came the suit jacket and wasting no time we trotted up to the dungeon. On went a leather hood and a pretty severe posture collar, right over all the other clothing. Using several ropes and the humane restraints I restrained pup to the floating bondage table. Balls and dripping penis were exposed and a couple hours later a very nice load drenched his shirt.
Somewhere mid-session pup surprised me by asking to "go deeper," presumably a desire to go much deeper into the submissive headspace. We accomplished some of that, but I know he craves going into deeper and darker territory than he's ever experienced. (I know it took him a full fifteen minutes to return to this world post orgasm...) We're working on that! And we hope maybe that he'll have a chance to experience some erotic hypnosis with another Top. How cool is that?
Thank you, Loki.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Room 304
Chapter 3Monday morning was almost 36 hours away. I couldn't believe that he would keep me tied up that long. It had to be an idle threat. Hopefully he'd get his rocks off and let me go so I could slink home and rethink my strategies on "kidnapping" businessmen. I was beginning to think whether or not I would ever venture in to this arena again. I felt ropes being untied and could feel the belts on my chest and waist being undone. My arms were pulled quickly to in front of me and relocked deftly. I heard and felt a chain being attached between my wrists and the cuffs around my ankles. I hadn't been given a single second of possible escape time. Clearly Eric had a good deal of experience dealing with bound men.
He lifted me from the chair to a standing position. Arms guided me to turn around and once again he was whispering in my ear, this time from behind. "We're going to get you to the bedroom now. Just follow my instructions. Take small steps and we'll get you there in one piece." He guided me a few steps then instructed me to stop. I heard a door being opened, and again he pushed and instructed me forward. Behind me I heard the door close with the lock being applied. I stood compliant, clearly aware I couldn't escape if I tried. I could feel my chin pressing against the posture collar. My jaw ached from the pressure. I tried to groan. Little or no noise escaped.
I felt Eric walk around to the front of me. The backs of his knuckles brushed my now-tender nipples through the heavily starched shirt. Again, I tried to groan, but I knew just how effective this gag was, having used it on victims many times. "Let's start fresh, shall we? Now I want to know about the plans. Are you ready to tell me?" I tried to grunt. Eric just laughed. "Not yet? Very well. I will have those plans in hand before Monday morning. I might as well have as much fun as possible extracting them from you. Now let's get a good look at what lies beneath all these clothes."
I was hoping that he would try to get me naked. That would require undoing most of the restraints and give me the chance to perhaps turn the tables on him. I figured we were pretty evenly matched in strength. I knew this would be my one big chance to escape and I had to make the most of it. In my right ear I heard a "snick-snick" and then felt my jacket being pulled away from my body. The son-of-a-bitch was cutting off my suit jacket, totally shredding it! He was laughing. "I could practically see the little wheels of your brain turning. The thought that you'd jump me when I undid the restraints. Not a chance. I have my very own briefcase filled with toys, Robert, and this pair of scissors comes in very handy!"
FUCK I thought. How was I supposed to get home? I'd brought no spare clothing with me. And besides while not a great suit, I liked this one a lot and wasn't exactly rolling in money to replace it. I could feel the jacket of my suit being completely whacked off. The vest was next to go. I heard him set the scissors aside. Again he stepped up in front of me as I could feel the warm air he exhaled on my face. A hand grabbed my semi-rigid cock through the thin material of the trousers. I gasped. Once again he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to take the gag out and the collar off now, boy, and this will be your chance to save the rest of your clothing from being removed from you in tatters. Remember. All you have to do is tell me all about the plans and you'll be free to go." The pressure of the gag was released and I heard the locks for the gag and the collar being undone. I worked my jaw slowly and rolled my neck a bit, happy to have that little bit of freedom. I was still blindfolded but extremely grateful to have that infernal gag out of my mouth. His hand went back to my crotch, grabbing my dick. "The plans, Robert. Tell me about the plans."
"They're at my apartment. Just take me there and I'll give them to you." I really didn't know what else to offer. I knew it sounded lame, but maybe, just maybe I could get back to my own turf a free man.
"Really? Well, I've got your keys here, your ID, and I'll just go ahead and run over there and get them. Just where in your apartment might they be? As soon as I have them in hand, I'll come back here and let you free. Of course if you're just offering up a wild goose chase hoping for some time in which to get free, I'll be distinctly unhappy and have to ratchet up the torture to get you to start telling me the truth."
I hung my head. He was 6 steps ahead of me and had been from the minute he contacted me. "I don't know anything about plans. I'm sorry. Just let me go and I'll never tell anything about what happened here."
"Never lie to me, Robert, my boy. Never. Because it makes me unhappy, and it means you'll have to suffer the consequences." Eric grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across the room. My belt was undone, the clasp of the trousers released and they dropped to my ankles. Once more I could hear the scissors at work and before long I was naked except for my pink and green tie, my over-the-calf socks, and my Italian leather shoes. Eric threw me over the edge of the bed face down leaving my feet dangling in mid air. Roughly he removed my shoes and threw them across the room. And that's when I felt the "thwack" of a wooden paddle on my exposed ass. "OUCH! Jesus! Look Eric, this was fun, but this is going way past what I thought it was gonna be." Before I had the last word out I felt another gag shoved against my mouth. I tried to keep it out but he was too strong. This one wasn't one of mine but I knew it well. It was a monster leather penis gag attached to a huge leather strap that buckled and locked in front. And Eric clearly knew how to buckle it tightly. Seconds later I heard the click of the lock. And once it was in place I felt another "thwack!" I screamed into the gag. Eric leaned in to me and whispered in that frightening gravel of a whisper. "We'll do ten for punishment, for lying to me. How many more is up to you." After ten I was sobbing, my ass on fire. There had been no warm-up, no slight taps, just ten monster hits on both cheeks. He stroked my ass for some time rubbing the pain in deeply, massaging the cheeks so slowly. Once again I felt my dick come to life. I heard him laughing.
I barely caught my breath when I felt a cord being laced over my big toes holding them tightly together. Eric left my socks on for this but had scrunched the sheer material and with one tiny cord had rendered my feet tightly tied. My toes were pulled tightly back and tied, I presumed to a leg of the bed frame. Before I had a chance to figure out what was coming I felt a sharp smack on the arches of my feet. The son-of-a-bitch was using a cane on them! I had never felt such a stinging in my life. I bucked on the bed but had absolutely no leverage and if I moved too much it felt like my big toes were being yanked off my feet. Up and down my feet Eric went with the cane, tapping (most pleasurable I found) to medium hits which I could manage, to cane-whistling strikes that nearly made me pass out from intense pain.
When I was nothing more than a bowl of sobbing jello, Eric finally set the cane aside and undid the cord holding my big toes. As with my ass, he massaged my feet, making the surface pain go deeper in to me, bringing me to a mass of groaning jello with a leaking dick.
He shoved me further on to the bed and climbed on top of me, his powerful thighs pinning me to the bed. He rolled me to my side still under his thighs and the cuffs on my wrists were unlocked from each other. In no time and with only a feeble struggle from me he stretched my arms high over my head and restrained them to the two bed posts. My legs were unlocked from each other and quickly retied to the lower bed posts. I was completely spread-eagled and with almost no room left to move at all. I felt my damn dick bouncing in mid-air. I was so turned on and yet there was that edge of fear that seemed to just enhance the feelings I was having. Once again Eric climbed on top of me, straddling my chest. I could feel the silk of his tie dangling against my chest as leaned in and whispered, "I've found that even tough guys like you will tell me anything when I edge them unmercifully. Let's see how long it takes you before you break. I'm setting the alarm for 3 hours. I'm guessing it won't take half that long before you are a blubbering idiot telling me everything you know."
And the edging began. He removed the blindfold and as my eyes adjusted I could see he was still completely suited. He very slowly and erotically removed that beautiful black and red silk tie. I was mesmerized. He slid down my body and began wrapping it around my cock. The feel of the cool silk was almost enough to make me cum. He was right. I would never last 3 hours. Slowly he began masturbating me using the tie as a cock sheath. I squirmed on the bed, moaned into the gag, totally in his control. I felt a gurgle inside me and my hips bounced on the mattress trying to shove my cock deeper and deeper into the silk. Eric knew I was close to shooting and swiftly removed the tie from my cock leaving it bouncing in the air. His laugh was almost maniacal. "That was only three minutes, Robert. Three minutes of 180 minutes. You have a long way to go!"
He took the tie and tied it around my cock and balls very tightly. Eric reached to the nightstand and squeezed some lube in his right hand. He stroked my cock four or five times and again I thrust my hips taking me right back to the edge of cumming, and immediately he pulled his hand off me. With his left hand he cupped my balls, pulling them down very tightly, and with the back of his right hand he began to smack them. He started alternating smacks with strokes of the cock, 10-12 smacks on the balls, growing in intensity, followed by four or five strokes of my cock. I thought I would go insane. I could feel drool running down the side of my face. I didn't care. I just wanted to shoot my load.
And he stopped completely. I felt myself returning to sanity ever so slowly. My breathing slowed a bit and I felt my dick relax ever so slightly. And in an instant I was back on that edge as Eric grabbed my rod with his left hand and began to polish the tip with the palm of his right hand. I truly thought I would need to break the headboard to get loose or die trying. I had never struggled like this before in my life. And even though he wasn't stroking my dick I felt the surge of cum making it's way through me. I was gasping for air. I knew this time I would cum.
And he stopped. I felt tears running down the side of my face. I heard myself pleading through the leather gag. I would do anything to be relieved. And I heard Eric's laughter as he left the bed, leaving me alone.
I could lift my head just enough to see him across the room removing his suit jacket and vest. Eric was such a handsome man. It just made this whole evening that much more insane. I couldn't believe that such a man would truly hurt me. Still the fear of the situation nagged at me. Eric left the bedroom for a minute but when he came back I felt myself stiffen again. In his hands he held the hood I'd packed for today. It was a thick padded hood with locking belts criss-crossing it and with only a tiny grommet at the mouth for breathing. I knew from experience just how intense it was. I could already feel my breathing tighten in anticipation of having it put on me. I started to struggle on the bed.
Eric came over and roughly slapped my dick. I screamed into the gag. "Hold very still and be very quiet, Robert, or I'll slap your cock until it bleeds. Do you understand?"
I nodded, pleading with him with my eyes, with a whimper into the gag.
He loosened the rope on my ankles a few inches and pushed me further up the mattress so that he'd have more leverage to lift my head and put the hood on. He removed the gag. "Please. I'll tell you anything you want. I'll give you anything you want. I don't know anything about the plans you want. But I'll try to help you find the person who really does know." I was babbling.
He was already sliding the hood over my chin. "Shhhh. I'm sure you'll remember much more in a couple of hours." As if he knew exactly how the hood worked, he quickly and efficiently pulled it over my head, laced it tightly in back, and buckled and locked all the belts. Outside of a tiny hole to breathe through I was totally isolated from the world around me. I felt him slide down the bed, and I felt a tongue begin to lick my nipples. The groans escaping from me filled the padded hood, echoing in my head, and I felt my cock again bouncing in mid air, hoping to have what was now a monster load released.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Room 304
Chapter 1
It started with a simple hunt on Craigslist under M2M. The title read, "Out-of-town Businessman Seeks Stress Release This Evening." I clicked on it and saw a pic of what was clearly a well-built man in an extremely nice suit. The pic didn't show the face, but that was pretty common on Craigslist. The text of the message read, "In Atlanta for a conference. Have this evening free. Would like to meet fellow businessman for drinks and maybe a little more than vanilla. Reply to suit&tied94939@hotmail.com"
It was one little letter in the entire posting that made me go forward. That tiny "d" at the end of suit&tie meant I had a good chance of meeting a fellow suit and tie fetishist who enjoyed some bondage with it! I clicked on the e-mail and wrote: "Live near downtown Atlanta and always interested in showing our visitors true Atlanta hospitality. I'm Robert, btw, and loved your photo. I've attached one of me as well. I'm free this evening and would love to meet, at least for a drink." I attached a pic of me in 3 piece suit, also not showing my face as yet. If this guy was like me he'd be studying the pic for the quality of suit, the crispness of the shirt, and the tightness of the necktie knot. We'd get to faces eventually.
I fired off the e-mail and was amazed when I received a response almost immediately. "Robert! Thanks for the e-mail and the pic. It would be a pleasure to meet you. I'm staying at the downtown Ritz Carlton and will finish all my conference duties at 7:00. I'll be more than ready for a drink by that point. Can I hope to meet you in the hotel bar about that time? I'll be wearing a black pin-stripe suit with a red and black striped tie. Tell me what you're going to wear and I'll keep an eye out for you! I'm Eric, and I can't wait to meet you."
There were no further pics attached, but that was okay. Obviously he was on the road and perhaps didn't have pics on his laptop to attach. Or maybe the face didn't quite match up to the body in the first pic. Or maybe the first pic wasn't even him. More than once I'd shown up for a date only to be sorely disappointed. A lot of men who were on the road a great deal didn't seem to know that practically every hotel offered a gym for their use. That's why I liked meeting for a drink first. I had a good set of escape plans if Schreck or Jabba the Hut showed up.
I fired back a response. "Will have the suit from pic on, plus light pink shirt with dark pink and green striped tie. See you at 7:00!"
7:00 was only a couple of hours away and I had a lot to do to get ready. I pulled the pink shirt from the closet and began ironing and starching. I could take my shirts to the laundry but I actually like ironing them. There was a pleasure taking a shirt from wrinkled mess to crisp as steel, and I knew it would be done right. And not lost somewhere in the bowels of a dry cleaners. I selected the rest of my clothing carefully, wanting to match the clear professionalism that this man had exuded in his picture.
And then I started my other preparations. I pulled my heavy briefcase from storage, unlocked and opened it. Some gear was there, but there were other items I needed to add. This briefcase had never seen a file or a pen in it. It was built to hold a hood, a variety of gags, several short pieces of rope, various tit, cock, and ball torture devices, and whatever else I could cram into it based upon my instincts, needs, and the hook-up's desires. Along with the standard gear I added a roll of duct tape and a new purchase, a compact electro unit along with a few devious devices to use with it. I clicked the briefcase shut and twirled the little locks that were on each latch. One more prep and I'd need to shower and head over to the Ritz. I took 2 small tablets of a muscle relaxant that I'd saved from a back injury some time ago and crushed them to dust, putting the drug inside a small vial that I could slip in a vest pocket. I'd learned a long time ago that most businessmen were stressed beyond belief and it never hurt to have a little help along. The relaxant dissolved quickly in alcohol, was tasteless, and the dose was just right to get them to be very compliant and cooperative.
I shaved carefully and showered. Dressing slowly was like foreplay to me. Cufflinks designed to look to look like tiny handcuffs were the only clue what a pervert I really was. Other than that I was quite sure I wouldn't look any different than any other man in that hotel bar. I glanced at the clock, knew I was cutting it close, placed the vial in my vest pocket, grabbed my briefcase, and headed out the door.
I drove up to the Ritz at 6:58, valet parked, and headed inside. The hotel bar was a small place just off to the left of the lobby and was quite crowded. I looked around carefully but saw no one matching the photo or description that Eric had sent me. I sighed. It wouldn't be the first time I'd been stood up. A lot of straight men in the business world ventured into gay sex on their trips. Probably fifty per cent of the time they would get cold feet and not show up. Still, it was possible that Eric was just running a few minutes late. I decided to order a drink and at least enjoy the scenery of all these well-dressed men.
I made my way to the bar and grabbed the last barstool. The bartender noticed me from the corner of his eye and held up a finger indicating he'd be with me in just a minute. Finishing a drink order he made his way to me carrying a business envelope. "Are you Robert?" I nodded. "One of our guests asked me to give this to you. He described the tie you'd be wearing and what time you'd be here. I figured it had to be you."
He handed me the envelope and left without taking my order. Opening it, I found the following message. "Robert, when I saw how busy the bar was I took it upon myself to have drinks delivered to my room. I hope you don't mind. I'm in Room 304. I hope to see you soon."
Extricating myself from an unpleasant situation would be more difficult and awkward, but doing all the preparation for this little excursion had made me extremely horny. I left the bar and made my way to the elevator. Reaching the third floor, it was only a short walk to room 304. I was determined to pull a 180 if the guy in room 304 wasn't at least close to the pic he'd sent. I knocked.
The door opened and I felt a little weak in the knees. Just as promised, just as advertised, here stood a handsome, well built man, dressed in a black pinstripe suit, red and black striped tie. Standing 6 foot two inches tall, he was a bit taller than me and I found myself looking up at him. The features that stood out were his rugged chin and piercing blue eyes. I was drinking this all in when he slowly grinned revealing a set of glistening white teeth. "Looks like I'm a lucky man," he said. "You're as handsome as I'd hoped you might be."
I chuckled. "I believe it is I, sir, who is the lucky one." I made my way in to the room and behind me he locked the door and placed the safety chain on.
I surveyed the room and was impressed. There was small dining table, a desk with laptop set up on it, and to my left was a comfortable seating area. This was a suite so the bedroom was probably in the next room behind a door that was currently closed. A small bar was set up with an open bottle of very expensive scotch on it. A large assortment of bondage opportunities existed, from the dining chairs to the desk chair, and certainly more existed in the unseen bedroom.
I turned back to Robert. He made an odd glance at the briefcase I was still holding. "I walked here from work. It was easier than having it put in my car." I lied with what I hoped was a natural ease. He took the case from me and slid it under the bar. "Scotch okay?" I murmured a yes, and a tumbler of smoky liquid was handed to me. "Cheers." We clinked glasses and I watched as he took the entire amount in one gulp. I stifled a laugh. It would be quite easy to get him drunk and I'd probably not need the little vial of relaxant I'd brought with me. "Drink up!" he said. "I want another and you haven't even touched yours!"
I took a huge gulp and felt the heat inside me churning. The scotch was a slow burn. The handsome man in front of me brought about a much deeper and very hot burn. I felt like I was on fire. I wanted to shove my face in his chest, feel the starch and silk against my fresh-shaved face. I wanted to remove his tie and place it tightly on his wrists and slowly work over his entire body, first through the layers of clothes, then remove those items one by one and repeat an even slower, perhaps more painful "working over" of each of those parts.
He handed me the glass completely refilled, his own full as well, clinked the glass and together we took a smaller drink of the straight scotch. He led me to the sofa and sat next to me with ease and a casualness that showed he was quite happy with who had shown up at the door. He rested a hand on my shoulder and with his other hand lightly touched the cufflinks I'd chosen, and again I felt the fire inside me. I fed the flames with another sip of the alcohol. He reached over and tugged a bit at my tie, straightening it and pulling it just a wee bit tighter. I could feel my face redden and my groin was stirring. I also felt ever so light-headed. I set the scotch down. I needed to slow way down if I was going to keep my wits about me. His eyes twinkled, "Feeling better?"
My mouth tried to form the words "Yes, thank you," but it seemed to come out "Meshhhh, ankoo."
"Shhh. It's okay, Robert. I guess you don't hold your Scotch very well. My fault."
He pulled me to my feet and I felt myself stumble a bit, falling on to him. He was prepared for this and I felt strong arms holding me steady. I looked up into those eyes, felt myself melt, and then I passed out.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
SirTom Enterprises, Part X
The next morning Ed and I were on our way to San Francisco. Davey had our tickets and Deuce had agreed to drive us to the airport. We met early Thursday morning by his desk and made our way to the Atlanta nightmare of an airport. Ed and I had thought alike, packing very little in a small suitcase, then putting that suitcase inside a larger suitcase. We had, after all, our $1000 clothing allowance and we both intended to spend every cent.
The long waits through security were typical, but before long we were on the plane in our first class seats with Bloody Marys in front of both of us. It had been a long time since I'd been to San Francisco and the first time I'd gone as a single man. I'd been there through the best of times, and the worst of times, from the hedonistic pre-AIDS days to the post-traumatic days of men afraid to even touch each other. I was anxious to see the city again, and I was thrilled to have Ed along.
The flight was longer than I liked, but thankfully it was a short hop from the airport to our B&B where we were sharing a room. A booze-enhanced nap on the plane had made me raring to go when we got there and we barely made time to drop off our bags in the room, throw on our leather jackets and head for the streets.
We had an appointment at the premiere leather store of San Francisco late that afternoon, but with time on hand we chose to walk, going down Market street from our location in the Castro. We'd walked barely a block before Ed put his hand in mine. It felt so warm and natural, and safe. And only friendly. Ed was a such a good kid and I was really pleased that it was the two of us on this trip.
"You doing okay?" He asked.
"Better than okay. Really fabulous, truth be told. I know I'm supposed to be feeling like shit because of Geo, but I'm not. I'm focused on here and now, this city and you, and how right everything feels. I'm sure I'll grieve some more. But definitely not this weekend."
Ed stopped on the sidewalk and pulled me to him. He gave me a huge hug, a big slurpy kiss, then grabbed my hand and yanked me down the street. We must have looked like two school boys, practically skipping down the street. Arriving at the store I was elated when I walked in. It felt roomy, organized, and oh so pervy. And I felt like I always feel in those types of stores.....pretty much ignored. Three young sales clerks sat behind the counter busy talking amongst themselves. They glanced up when we entered and went immediately back to their conversation. I walked to the counter and interrupted them.
"Hey, kids. We both have appointments with the tailoring department for this afternoon. These were arranged by ST Enterprises. Can you take care of us?"
Dropping names was not my style but it seemed that it made all the difference in the world. Somebody picked up a phone and spoke hastily. In less than a minute a tailor was in front of us, ushering us into a comfortable back room where we were asked to disrobe and the measuring process began. When he finally finished we put our clothes back on and wandered through the store, each of us with our own private clerk more than happy to help us. Ed was like a kid in a candy store. He would have spent his $1000 in no time flat, except he kept finding something on another rack that he wanted even more.
I focused on the hoods. I wasn't seeing any real clothing items I didn't already have in one way or another, but I'm a sucker for hoods. The craftsmanship of their leather hoods was always a turn-on for me and I lifted each and every one from the display shelves. A sales clerk named Tommy was following me around and offering to help try each one on. I finally settled on a padded isolation hood that was made of a buttery leather inside and out with thick padding over the ears, eyes and mouth, and tiny grommets at the nostrils for breathing. Tommy stood behind me and helped me pull it into place. I immediately fell in love. He laced it up tightly and pulled a zippered flap down over the laces. Lastly that flap was locked in place by connecting it to the thick collar surrounding my neck.
From behind me I could just barely make out some hasty whispering. Before I could start to turn two sets of hands had grabbed my arms and a third was lifting my t-shirt over my head. As the shirt was pulled down my arms I tried to struggle, a little panicked, but as the shirt came off, my arms were roughly shoved down sleeves of what could only be a heavy leather straitjacket. With three men working quickly, the straps were done up tight and I was shoved into a chair and more straps crossed over my torso, arms and waist holding me rigidly to the chair. My legs were still free and I started to kick. This lasted only briefly as yet more straps held my legs in place. Lastly a strap was placed across my forehead holding my head in place against the headrest of the chair. I thought I could hear more whispering in the background and some giggling that distinctly sounded like Ed.
They left me to stew a bit, and much to my amazement, I realized my cock was straining inside my jeans. I laughed, or at least tried to, inside that magnificent hood, finding it hard to believe how much my cock betrayed me. After only a few minutes I could feel the chair being leaned back and I could feel myself rolling along. I could hear a tinkling of the front door bell and realized I was being rolled outside. And just outside the door the chair came to a rest. I realized I was serving as sidewalk advertising!
Clueless as to how much time passed, I was finally rolled back indoors and the unstrapping process began. When at last the jacket and hood were off, I could see Ed standing far away, laughing almost hysterically.
"I will get even, you little prick!"
"I can only hope so!"
I purchased the hood, but not the straitjacket. Ed had spent his $1000 and nearly another $1000 on a variety of leather and rubber jeans and shirts. They'd given both of us good discounts for helping with their advertising for the day (and more likely for the hefty amount ST Enterprises was spending on the custom bondage suits).
With Ed's arms full and me unwilling to help carry all his new purchases we opted for a cab back to the B&B. True to his remarkable care for us, SirTom had placed a reservation at a very nice and very reclusive restaurant up in Nob Hill. We'd brought suits and after showering dressed to the teeth for our meal. Another cab ride and we arrived 10 fashionable minutes late. Once again, Ed was like a kid in a candy store, gobbling up life and loving every minute of it.
We ordered wine and an appetizer and sat back to drink in the intimate space. There were only 6 tables in the space, 3 for couples and 3 for foursomes. Across the room were four quite openly gay men, also dressed quite nicely. A couple of glances our way and they quickly left us alone. Obviously we hadn't measured up to their rigid standards. Again, I was bothered as I had been in the leather store.
"What's wrong?" Ed asked.
"Just thinking. Just wondering why gay men are so quick to look each other up and down and pass quick judgment." I thought Ed was oblivous to it as he looked at me a little funny. He wasn't oblivious at all.
"You really need to get over that shit. You're bothered because three little faggots in a leather store weren't interested in us until we flashed the money? You're bothered because 4 tight-assed suit queens didn't give you a second look? I have been geek material for my whole life. I have been overlooked so many times I can't begin to count. But I guarantee you I can outsuck, outfuck, and out-fantasize any one of those dickwads. I learned long ago that the only men who interest me are the ones who get hard smelling rubber or leather or see a rope dangling in front of them. Yeah, certain guys turn me on by their looks, but what they DO is all that really matters to me."
"How'd you get to be so smart?" I smiled at him.
"Good breeding."
I laughed and decided to focus only on Ed for the evening. This was a man I was lucky to call a friend. As we were finishing our entree Ed excused himself to go to the restroom. The four suit queens were walking out the door at the same time. The tallest and stockiest of the bunch came back in for a second and walked briskly over to the table where I was alone. He placed a hand on my shoulder, held out a business card and said simply, "I've seen your work and I'm a big fan. Please call me."
He turned without another word and was gone. Ed came bounding back from the restroom as I slipped the card into my pocket. I think I managed to close my jaw before he sat down. The very thing I had mentioned to SirTom as my fear had come somewhat true. I had been recognized. I took a deep breath and I reminded myself that there was no cause for alarm.
Ed was antsy and wanted to move on. "C'mon! Let's pay the bill and hit the road!"
In a quick discussion with the waiter we discovered that entire meal and tip had been taken care of by "an admirer." Ed was dying to know who. I wasn't ready to tell him who had forked out probably $400 on us. He assumed it was SirTom. I was pretty sure it wasn’t.
We took a cab back to the Castro area and strolled a bit before walking in to one of the local bars. It turned out to be a rather fun time as we sat there in our suits and ties watching many other businessmen walk about the bar. We began to play little fantasy games of deciding which businessman would look best all tied up, which businessman would struggle the most, which businessman "needed" it the most. We were pretty well looped by the time we stumbled back to the B&B.
Once in the room, Ed seemed to sober up quickly, or hide the drunkenness better than I. He took charge and had me naked in no time. He pushed me to the bathroom and demanded I brush my teeth and pee and present myself for inspection. When I returned from the bathroom he took one of my over-the-calf silk socks and proceeded to tie my hands behind my back. He then took my new hood from the shopping bag and laced and zipped and locked it on my head. With a little shove, he pushed me on the king-size bed.
He crawled on top of me and practically shouted in my ear,
"I gotta make sure you don't rape me while we sleep!"
He left, presumably to do his teeth and take a piss, and before I knew it I could feel him spooning me from behind. My hands, tightly tied behind my back, found his semi-hard dick and held on, no stroking, just holding. He wrapped his arms around me, moving even closer, and, I think, we both fell fast asleep.
Friday, July 16, 2010
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.
Friday, July 9, 2010
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.”
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.”
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.
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.
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