I know it's not as glamorous a title as "Windmills of My Mind" but it's a better description of the way my brain's been working recently. This may all seem very simple and straight-forward for you gents who have tidy little lives and regimented and regular play sessions, or to those of you who have sorted it out long ago. For me? I guess I've understood subconsciously that my brain was wandering down different hallways based upon the scene I was creating, but these past couple of weeks have really forced me to think about how different the circumstances are with each scene, and how my goals, intentions, and actions are significantly changed.
I am truly a happy man these days, despite the looming appointment with a surgeon, where perhaps the rest of my life will be changed based on whether or not surgery is possible, and whether or not the potential surgery is successful. Despite all of this medical poop going on, I have a closer relationship to hubby than we've ever had. 25 years together and instead of stale, predictable patterns, each day is alive and challenging (in a positive way), sexually charged, and, quite simply, filled with fun. I have made several new friends in the past few months, I have men I think of as my brothers, I have long-distance friendships that matter a great deal to me, I even have a woman who I feel could be a real friend and could become almost a kink-sister, and I have ~loki.
I'm not even sure I can define any of these relationships without sounding trite or corny; I can only share that each one is important to me. And there is no pattern to these folks. They range from 28 to 63 years of age; they come in different sizes and shapes; they all have fascinating lives and careers and varying levels of BDSM experience. The way they identify themselves at play and in life covers the full gamut of our kink/fetish/BDSM world: Master/slave, Top/bottom, Daddy/boy, Switch, novice, player, dabbler. Interestingly, most of them are in relationships which range from being in the lifestyle together to having partners who have no interest in kink but allow these men to explore their needs outside the primary relationship.
Ah! Back to the topic with ~loki as the primary example. ~loki and I have explored a huge variety of scenes and relationships in our 10 months together. There have been wonderful and joyous sessions as Owner/pup, some rope bondage scenes where we're much closer to Daddy/boy, some explorations into pain/pleasure journeys that approach Master/slave connections, even times where I've handed over the tools of torture so that he can explore his Alpha nature wherein we approach Mentor/mentee status. Last Saturday night was a first for us. We explored for the first time true Dominance/submission with a huge dose of humiliation thrown in.
It would be folly not to say this approached the theatrical Grand Guignol. We even had a dress rehearsal, for godsake. This involved defining roles, playing our parts in a macabre sort of way. Shortly after we met ~loki shared pics of himself in full Spartan gear that he's worn for DragonCon. And he described a scene that he'd played a small part in involving such a Spartan and public flogging. That has been stored away in the back of my mind for a long time. And I'm no fool. I knew that in sharing that story he was sharing a secret desire of his own.
Fast forward 10 months and here it is: TOGA (or other appropriate Roman or Greek costumes) NIGHT at our local pansexual, favorite dungeon, 1763. The plan hatches quickly. And I'm faced with something that I don't normally do. Total domination and humiliation. Who me? Sweet ol' me? (who gets a little scared when he keeps getting a huge hard-on every time he thinks through the scene; who had a massive hard-on throughout the "dress rehearsal") Now let's be clear. I have absolutely no interest in guys who get off on real humiliation. "Your fucking puny cock. You fat pathetic nothing. You ugly cocksucker. You faggot whore." Yawn. I don't get it. In fact, I really don't like it one bit. That "hallway" of the mind doesn't exist for me.
A few months ago, however, something happened that opened my mind to possibilities. A player of "stature" joined us from St. Louis. Prior to his arrival he shared a rather long and detailed list of what he was into and what was a hard limit. One of those hard limits was "humiliation." What I didn't realize was he was like me; humiliation of the real person was way out of bounds. Humiliation of a role was something he hungered for. And therein I discovered I really liked the Coach/jock scene where I could pummel and scream at the stupid jock, humiliate him for his poor performance; and threaten him with public and "horrible" sexual activities. And he was in horny heaven.
Saturday was very similar. In this case it was the brave Spartan soldier, captured, humiliated, and threatened with having to suck every cock in the place. Now you have to understand something. I could never humiliate or punish the pup I know as ~loki. Even when it's just "boy" headspace he travels to, our relationship is about complete trust and mutual journey. TOTAL respect. Hell! I love having lunch with this man and just being his friend.
Saturday required that "hallway of the mind" that I'm not as familiar with or comfortable with. Total dominance with a helluva nasty streak. It definitely took a while to get there. We started at our loft; me, hubby, ~loki, and our hungry-as-hell newbie friend. We played a bit with gear (newbie melted in a straitjacket and hood....LOL), had some dinner and then began the costuming and gear load-out. Back out to 1763 and we unload and stake out our space, a smaller side dungeon with the all important standing cage that can be suspended.
There was some "meet and greet", a costume contest which ~loki won, while hubby and newbie (I'll stop calling him that very soon....LOL) shared 2nd place. You can't begin to imagine my pride at being with the three hunkiest men in attendance. And then play began. Sort of. Despite the costume I still saw the boy/pup that I adore and treasure. It was just "fun" dragging him around the dungeon, him fully chained and on a leash.
It all changed when the black leather hood went on him. At that point I could really feel our roles shifting. I was headed down the darkest, most dangerous hallway of the mind I know. I tugged on his collar and he pulled sharply away. And "sproing" went my cock. I truly enjoyed threatening this smart-ass prick of a soldier. I could smell his fear and defiance. And totally different from the floggings I've shared with him before, I was flogging him with a sense of power, dominance, and a goal of "breaking" him. Okay, so one foot was still in reality. "Gee, I hope his back is okay. Hmmm, I wonder if his hands are going numb. Maybe time to change positions. Ummm, I think his nipples are getting a bit too much action." But the "Spartan" certainly took about twice as much flogging as ~loki ever has.
And then he said something very mean and nasty about how my grandmother could do a better job than I could. Woof Woof Woof! Hubby's eyes got very large and he took two monster steps back as the rubber flogger came out. Now, truth be told, I could have removed every square inch of skin on his back and front with that thing. It is NASTY. Suffice to say he went home with some very nice "badges of honor."
IF I was 100% we might have gone further. But at that point we'd been on our feet for a few hours and my back (and I thought HIS back) was telling me it was time to finish that part of the experience. The Spartan was put in the standing cage and 15 pvc pipes were inserted to totally limit his movement within the cage. And then the cage was hoisted a few inches off the ground. And slowly it revolved. One wall held a mirror, forcing the Spartan to look at himself in this predicament. This was one of the most surreal visions I've ever had. There was an incredible beauty to this man wedged inside the cage, totally on display, but still not "broken." By that time I had totally left the dark hallway of evil dominator and was standing back in awe of the vision in front of me.
The rest of the dungeon players were crowding around the door admiring the image, several drooling over it, and I received countless compliments on the scene. It really was pretty cool. After a little break and some after-care we talked our newbie into trying the cage. Like me, ~loki had lost any semblance of the Spartan scene, and was getting that evil Alpha pup look in his eyes as he helped me wedge the newbie in the cage, even embellishing the original idea with additional creative and sadistic methods. Once again we seemed to be the show-stopper at the dungeon that night. Everyone came back for a 2nd look. If I had a nickel for everybody who said, "I wish that was me....".....LOL
Okay, for the third time I've lost track of what this blog entry is about. Oh! Right! It'll be probably a while before I want to go down that dark hallway of dominance and humiliation. It's pretty much 180 degrees from who I am and the type of play I enjoy. I get comments from readers of my stories telling me they prefer "kidnap, total disappearance, rape" type stories. That's just not me. It's not where I come from, nor the type of scene I really want to play out very often. I like going down the hallway of Handler/Owner where I can interact with a joyous pup. I like that hallway where I can lead a boy through a journey of rope or other bondage with just a touch of pain/pleasure thrown in for spice. I like that hallway where a boy is begging me to cum, begging for attention, secure and safe in having given me control, and desperate to please in any way. I like the hallway where I'm the benevolent teacher and the hallway where I'm a benevolent dictator. These are all safe and familiar brain paths for me. But we all recognize that our type of sex involves risk. It can be the risk of the activity, or in this case the risk of the role. If we can manage and plan for the risk, the reward can be immense.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Just a Preview
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
What happens in Vegas....
Okay, so actually the headline should read, "What happens at 1763..."
Sunday was our big 25th anniversary dungeon party. Final count on people attending was 30. Number of hot men there? 30. Number of good friends there? 30. And hubby and I thank you all for being there.
We had our own list of dungeon rules and etiquette suggestions. Some are just common sense, some were lifted from Jack Rinella's writings, some were suggested by others. It's not a bad list:
*No cell phones or cameras in the dungeon areas
*Casual conversation is limited to the patio and kitchen areas only
*Show respect for a scene, keep a distance and don't touch.
*Show respect for others' gear. Most of us will let you borrow, but be nice and ask politely. Return it clean.
*If you wore cologne here you're likely to get thrown in the shower.
*Clean up after yourself.
*Safe Sex is the house rule.
*Don't monopolize an area or piece of furniture. One of the reasons many of us come for public dungeon play is the multiple pieces of equipment or furniture that we don't have in our own dungeons. Think in terms of an hour and then move on.
*Be honest about what you will and won't do. (No limits? Let me get the machete....)
*If a scene is "not for you" commentary is unnecessary, just walk away
*Keep big distances for any whipping or flogging scenes and total silence in those areas. We all want to go home with all our original body parts.
*"NO" doesn't mean "No, I don't like you", if someone turns you down it may simply mean that their dance card is full.
*"NO" is not a safe word. In fact "NO!" can be a big turn-on! Just for today RED means stop, YELLOW means slow down
*A collar means hands off.
*"I didn't ask for your advice." Giving advice to another Top is totally uncalled for.
*What happens in Vegas..... We have to all agree that the play that takes place here is private. Many men have to depend upon our discretion for a variety of reasons. I think there is no problem in talking generically about a scene that took place, but to identify in any way the participants of that scene is good grounds for not being asked back.
*Asking questions makes you look smart, no matter how stupid the question. (Thanks Jack! especially for this one!)
What's missing from this list is the role of the Dungeon Master, only because we knew the people involved that day so well we knew there would be no need for one. Still, as host, I kept probably too much focus on the scenes and people around me and not quite enough on those at hand.
After our "meet and greet" I was pretty stunned to have two great Men honor me with a capping ceremony and the awarding of the title of "Master." I was deeply honored and also, like never before, understand the responsibility that goes with it. You know by now, if you've read ANY of this blog, I am not "old guard", nor am I "new guard" (whatever that is), but I do have respect, tremendous respect in fact, for those who have blazed trails for us, who have made it possible for us to overcome Puritanical hysterics in our society, and allowed us to explore our sexual freedom within responsible and consensual levels. I also believe that no title can be self-bestowed. That basically is the same as paying $2.99 to some on-line site to get your PhD in Divinity. To have this happen in front of 30 close friends was pretty amazing.
I have had the joy of being a teacher of one kind or another for almost 30 years of my life. I think those skills will be best served as Mentor and Master in the leather, rubber, bondage, and S/m communities.
Just before play began a monster dick-shaped cake with 25 clothespins on the balls holding 25 candles for me and hubby to blow out was delivered to the dungeon. How cool was that!
The play at the party was fantastic. Caged boys dangling from the ceiling, open season on hubby's buttocks, two pups in a cage (the first chance for My pup to ever play with another!), 3 hour chair bondage, 2 hours tied to the chain web, electro, flogging, parachuted balls in a tug of war, the human urinal, and just lots and lots and lots of fun. Also we had great joy in sharing some pizza with a dozen of us going to the local joint following showers and significant gear load out.
And we talked seriously about making this a quarterly get-together. It would be a closed membership (not unlike Inferno where new members are sponsored, make application, must have references, etc.) club, gathering for play parties every 3 months. The idea intrigues me and I think there's a need for it here in Atlanta. There are some wonderful social and educational clubs in town, there's the one-of-a-kind Eagle for libations and social gatherings, but regular play parties for the BDSM community in a space that's every kinkster's dream dungeon? Definitely a place for that!
We took a chance on a couple of invitations, asking new guys to join us because of the sincere interest they'd shown. One was Mr. Gung-Ho and turned out to be Mr. No-Show. The other was pretty quiet and reluctant, but made the effort to join us. His micro journey on Sunday from arrival, to saying goodbye at the pizza joint, to the mind-blowing things he's shared since then about how we've blown the door off of his life.... Well, it doesn't get much better than that!
And hey! I may get to live up to that promise I made about being Teacher/Mentor/Master very soon. Our new friend is dying for some rope bondage lessons! HEY! He wants to learn to tie people up. Get your minds out of the gutter. I'm not that kind of guy. Okay. Yes, I am.
Sunday was our big 25th anniversary dungeon party. Final count on people attending was 30. Number of hot men there? 30. Number of good friends there? 30. And hubby and I thank you all for being there.
We had our own list of dungeon rules and etiquette suggestions. Some are just common sense, some were lifted from Jack Rinella's writings, some were suggested by others. It's not a bad list:
*No cell phones or cameras in the dungeon areas
*Casual conversation is limited to the patio and kitchen areas only
*Show respect for a scene, keep a distance and don't touch.
*Show respect for others' gear. Most of us will let you borrow, but be nice and ask politely. Return it clean.
*If you wore cologne here you're likely to get thrown in the shower.
*Clean up after yourself.
*Safe Sex is the house rule.
*Don't monopolize an area or piece of furniture. One of the reasons many of us come for public dungeon play is the multiple pieces of equipment or furniture that we don't have in our own dungeons. Think in terms of an hour and then move on.
*Be honest about what you will and won't do. (No limits? Let me get the machete....)
*If a scene is "not for you" commentary is unnecessary, just walk away
*Keep big distances for any whipping or flogging scenes and total silence in those areas. We all want to go home with all our original body parts.
*"NO" doesn't mean "No, I don't like you", if someone turns you down it may simply mean that their dance card is full.
*"NO" is not a safe word. In fact "NO!" can be a big turn-on! Just for today RED means stop, YELLOW means slow down
*A collar means hands off.
*"I didn't ask for your advice." Giving advice to another Top is totally uncalled for.
*What happens in Vegas..... We have to all agree that the play that takes place here is private. Many men have to depend upon our discretion for a variety of reasons. I think there is no problem in talking generically about a scene that took place, but to identify in any way the participants of that scene is good grounds for not being asked back.
*Asking questions makes you look smart, no matter how stupid the question. (Thanks Jack! especially for this one!)
What's missing from this list is the role of the Dungeon Master, only because we knew the people involved that day so well we knew there would be no need for one. Still, as host, I kept probably too much focus on the scenes and people around me and not quite enough on those at hand.
After our "meet and greet" I was pretty stunned to have two great Men honor me with a capping ceremony and the awarding of the title of "Master." I was deeply honored and also, like never before, understand the responsibility that goes with it. You know by now, if you've read ANY of this blog, I am not "old guard", nor am I "new guard" (whatever that is), but I do have respect, tremendous respect in fact, for those who have blazed trails for us, who have made it possible for us to overcome Puritanical hysterics in our society, and allowed us to explore our sexual freedom within responsible and consensual levels. I also believe that no title can be self-bestowed. That basically is the same as paying $2.99 to some on-line site to get your PhD in Divinity. To have this happen in front of 30 close friends was pretty amazing.
I have had the joy of being a teacher of one kind or another for almost 30 years of my life. I think those skills will be best served as Mentor and Master in the leather, rubber, bondage, and S/m communities.
Just before play began a monster dick-shaped cake with 25 clothespins on the balls holding 25 candles for me and hubby to blow out was delivered to the dungeon. How cool was that!
The play at the party was fantastic. Caged boys dangling from the ceiling, open season on hubby's buttocks, two pups in a cage (the first chance for My pup to ever play with another!), 3 hour chair bondage, 2 hours tied to the chain web, electro, flogging, parachuted balls in a tug of war, the human urinal, and just lots and lots and lots of fun. Also we had great joy in sharing some pizza with a dozen of us going to the local joint following showers and significant gear load out.
And we talked seriously about making this a quarterly get-together. It would be a closed membership (not unlike Inferno where new members are sponsored, make application, must have references, etc.) club, gathering for play parties every 3 months. The idea intrigues me and I think there's a need for it here in Atlanta. There are some wonderful social and educational clubs in town, there's the one-of-a-kind Eagle for libations and social gatherings, but regular play parties for the BDSM community in a space that's every kinkster's dream dungeon? Definitely a place for that!
We took a chance on a couple of invitations, asking new guys to join us because of the sincere interest they'd shown. One was Mr. Gung-Ho and turned out to be Mr. No-Show. The other was pretty quiet and reluctant, but made the effort to join us. His micro journey on Sunday from arrival, to saying goodbye at the pizza joint, to the mind-blowing things he's shared since then about how we've blown the door off of his life.... Well, it doesn't get much better than that!
And hey! I may get to live up to that promise I made about being Teacher/Mentor/Master very soon. Our new friend is dying for some rope bondage lessons! HEY! He wants to learn to tie people up. Get your minds out of the gutter. I'm not that kind of guy. Okay. Yes, I am.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Final Discoveries
Final Discoveries
dk barely got his clothes off on Sunday night before hitting the bed and sleeping the sleep of the dead. When he arose on Monday morning and went to take his morning piss he was almost shocked to see the locked steel tube on his dick. There was a complete and utter reality to it. He could not whack-off this week. Just the thought made his groin stir a bit.
selecting clothes to wear was a challenge as the steel chastity made quite a mound in his pants. It wouldn't be so hard at work since mostly he sat at a desk, but going to the gym was going to be very humiliating with his steel dick poking out through his gym shorts.
After work on Monday, dk went home, changed clothes, ate a little dinner and set himself up for the first of the week's chats with SirJay. Promptly at 7:00 he heard a ping and the chat box opened.
--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir!
--Tonight I want you to open the large box. Inside are several other boxes. For tonight I only want you to open the box marked Monday. It's a small one and should be near the top.
--Yes, Sir.
dk opened the large box and saw there were almost a dozen boxes inside, all shapes and sizes. Each box was taped shut. He easily found the one marked Monday and opened it. Inside was a videocam for sharing live feed. dk had one already but it was a piece of shit that functioned about half the time. This was more of a Mercedes. he ran back to the computer.
--Got it, Sir. It's a beauty.
--Plug it in, get the software upgraded if you need to, then request a video chat when you're ready.
--Yes, Sir
moments later dk had the camera ready and requested the video chat
--MUCH better, son! For the rest of the week, I'll be typing, but you can just talk, no typing necessary. Okay?
--Yes, Sir.
--The haircut still looks nice and crisp. How'd your co-workers react?
--They all loved it. Thank you, Sir, for doing it. I was a chicken-shit about that.
--I want you to stand up, take off all your clothes and show Me the lock on your chastity. Each of those luggage locks has a unique number so I'll know if you took it off and tried to replace it with a new lock. Understand?
--Yes, Sir
dk happily complied with the order from SirJay. Across town SirJay smiled at the complete pic he was getting. The boy was quick to follow orders, had not tampered with the lock, and dammit, he was as cute as a bug. They chatted a bit more then called it a night.
******
Tuesday night was a short conversation, a quick check on the lock, and then SirJay took off as he had dinner plans with friends.
Wednesday night started the same as the other nights, but SirJay surprised dk with a rather simple and obvious question.
--dk? Tell Me why you like bondage so much?
dk took a long time to think
--i'm not sure i can give the whole or complete answer, Sir, but i'll do my best. i've always felt some sort of "squiggle" inside of me seeing any form of bondage at all. Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, the biography of Harry Houdini, You name it. From my earliest memories I remember that "squiggle". i just knew i wanted to be tied up. It was quite a few years before that "squiggle" turned into a small fire that turned into getting hard and cumming. My very first orgasm involved me tying my hands behind my back, putting a bandana gag in myself, and rubbing against the pillow.
There was no response from SirJay and dk didn't know if that was bad or good.
--Today? i still crave that feeling, but more so, while i love the sort of "danger" that comes with bondage, i want the comfort of knowing it's a shared journey, where there is only the danger of stretching a limit, but never a danger from the actual person i'm with. i can have sex without bondage, but i sort of don't want to waste it, if You know what i mean. It sort of feels hollow to just suck and fuck and whackoff. And i usually don't even cum unless i'm thinking about a piece of rope or a hood or a blindfold....or a straitjacket.
Still no response from SirJay. dk was beginning to feel like he'd screwed up. he could feel his motor-mouth nervousness kicking in and he had to consciously stop himself from babbling. finally a written response from SirJay appeared--
--Thank you, son. It's exactly how My head works and it's exactly how I feel. I'm not ashamed of my needs or fetishes, and I'm glad you aren't either.
dk could feel a hotness on his cheeks.
--go get the box marked Wednesday and a pair of scissors if you don't have them by the computer.
dk went to the large box and extracted a medium sized box marked Wednesday, brought it back to the desk and placed it and the scissors where SirJay could see them in the cam.
--Good boy. Now, showing me in the cam, I want you to cut the luggage lock off your chastity and remove the whole device. After you're done with that, please read this carefully! I have not given you permission to cum this week by taking off your chastity. I trust you right now, but I want to also give you a little more challenge for the week. Open the box and take out the three items inside.
dk sliced the tape on the box and opened it. he pulled out a latex tank top and a pair of latex briefs. Both were in plastic bags and powdered with talc. The third item was a bottle of rubber shiner.
--There should be enough talc on the shirt for you to pull it directly on. Especially easy with your body hair shaved off! Go ahead and put it on.
dk did as directed. The tank was tight but slid into place grabbing his skin as it settled into place and making his dick grow very hard.
--Very handsome. Now you'll need some lube for the next item. You have some handy?
--Yes, Sir.
--Lube your ass like I did the other night. Nice and slow, lots of lube. Show me.
Again, dk followed instructions, turning his butt toward the cam and liberally lubing his butthole.
--Good boy. Now take the briefs. You'll see there's a built in buttplug and a cocksheath. Slip these on, slip your cock into the sheath, and push the buttplug slowly into your ass.
dk was breathing hard. Pulling the briefs on was the easy part. Getting his rigid cock in the sheath took some care. At the end of the sheath was a small tube, presumably so he could pee without removing the briefs. Pushing the buttplug in his butthole took some time but eventually it slid into place. He smoothed the creases in the latex and pulled the tank top down over the waist of the briefs. His dick was standing out straight filling the sheath and stretching it tightly. He could feel the precum filling the sheath.
--Good boy. Have a seat. There's a lot more instructions, then I need to take off for the evening. I expect you to wear this from now until we meet again on Friday evening. You can remove the items to shower in the morning and to take a dump. As soon as you're done with those activities they should go right back on. IF you're unable to keep your hands off your dick, then it's possible to put the chastity back on over the latex. There are extra luggage locks in the bottom of this box you can use. But I trust you to use your judgment. I suggest you take a towel along with you to work tomorrow. You'll want to wipe the sweat around your legs every once in a while or you'll have some very interesting rings at the top of your trouser legs. Sleep tight.
And with that SirJay signed off. dk appreciated the trust SirJay had placed in him but he also knew as horny as he was he would probably end up humping the pillow all night long. he went to the kitchen and grabbed a package of frozen peas and wrapped it around his throbbing dick. Fifteen minutes later he was able to get the chastity on over the tight latex briefs. he locked it shut, took a deep breath, and turned the computer off. he knew it was still going to be a long night.
*****
Thursday night, right at 7:00, with the chat function opened, dk requested a video chat with SirJay. he was wearing the latex as requested, the chastity device very bright against the black latex of the sheath. he had removed it all this morning, but had locked it back on after his shower.
--Ah! I see you had to put the chastity on!
--Yes, Sir, right away Sir. Even if I'd kept my hands off i was afraid i'd have wet dreams with all of this on.
--Smart boy. Tonight we're adding a layer. Go get the box marked Thursday and open it in front of the cam.
dk went to the large box and pulled out a fairly good sized box and brought it back to the desk. he carefully sliced through the tape and extracted a good-sized plastic bag filled with black latex. he pulled the item from the plastic bag and unrolled it. it was a full body catsuit.
--Gorgeous, isn't it.
--Yes, Sir
--I want you to pull this on over the tank top and briefs. Go nice and slow. Latex is delicate but will stretch a great deal once it has warmed from your body heat.
the boy undid the zipper that ran from the front of the neck to the backside of the suit, just above his butt. dk slid his legs into the legs of the suit, his feet making a plopping sound as they pushed through the tight ankles of the suit and into the attached socks of the suit. he pulled the leggings all the way over his thighs and stuck his arms into the sleeves of the suit. Tugging and pulling, slowly but forcefully, he was able to get his hands all the way through and pull the suit up over his shoulders. He reached behind and tugged on the zipper pulling it through his groin, tucking his steel-covered dick into the suit, and with great stretching was able to pull the zipper all the way up to his neck.
--Beautiful. Grab the bottle of rubber shiner and slowly shine up the entire suit, showing me in the cam.
dk began to spritz the polish from the bottle, taking a cloth to rub it around on the suit.
--Don't be stingy. Use lots of the shiner. Make it glisten.
dk wasn't being stingy, it was just that all this shining and polishing was driving his entire body crazy with desire. the feeling of the rubber grabbing every inch of his skin was a form of bondage in itself. the act of self-stimulation made every nerve ending on his body sing. Nonetheless he did as SirJay told him to do. Hell, even following orders like this was a huge-turn on for the boy. his cock was aching inside the sheath, the chastity, and the outer coat of latex.
--Good boy. As before, I want you to wear this every single hour until I see you on Friday. You may remove it in the morning to take your dump and to shower, but then it all goes back on. There is another luggage lock in the bottom of this box so that you can replace the chastity. Yes?
--Yes, Sir.
--Tomorrow night I want you to be ready to chat at 5:30 so that you can open the rest of the boxes and be here by 7:00 for our date. I suggest you think carefully about what you're going to wear tomorrow so the suit doesn't show. And drink lots and lots of water. Also some mineral drinks. Stay hydrated. And sleep tight. Very tight. Good night, dk.
--Thank you, Sir. Good night, Sir.
dk turned off the computer and went to his bedroom so he could finally see himself in the latex catsuit. What he saw nearly blew his mind. The only parts of him not covered were his hands, his lower wrists, and from about the middle of his neck to the top of his head. And he couldn't believe how good he looked in the suit. The shine and shadows were inky and undulating as he slowly turned one way then the other. he'd never been one to stand in front of mirror and admire himself, but tonight he could barely take his eyes off himself.
he went to the closet and began to lay out what he'd wear tomorrow. While it was casual Friday at the office he knew he'd have to wear his darkest shirt with a tall collar and a necktie. Thankfully the sleeves of the suit could be rolled up a bit if he needed to, but he also thought a light sportcoat might help hide any of the latex that might be seen at the shirt sleeve ends. And he laid out several washcloths to take with him. he was already dripping sweat from his arms to his hands. It would be an odd and long day to be sure.
*****
dk raced home to be in time for his 5:30 chat with SirJay. It had been a bizarre day. Early on he could feel sweat beginning to build up inside the socks of the suit. By the end of the day he felt like he was sloshing around the office with every step. The three times he'd had to pee he'd locked himself in a stall and gone through the tedious process of just digging his dick out to complete the task.
He stripped the office wear and sat at the computer. Promptly at 5:30 he put in the video chat request. SirJay answered immediately.
--How'd you survive, boy?
--It was rough, Sir. But pretty fun, too. i love the suit. It probably isn't something i'd have thought to go buy, but since it was You that told me to wear it.....
--I understand. Now, we've got quite a few boxes to open. Go get them all. They're numbered and you'll be putting each item on in order.
dk hauled the remaining 6 boxes over to the desk.
--Open Friday, #1 and put it on.
dk opened the box labeled Friday, #1. Inside was a rubber hood with a long cowl neck on it. he pulled the hood on carefully lining up the eye, nose, and mouth holes. he smoothed the wrinkles and removed the air bubbles. The smell of the latex totally and tightly covering his head was making him light-headed.
--Unzip the catsuit and tuck the cowl neck way down, then zip the catsuit back up.
dk did as ordered.
-- Roll the sleeves of the suit up to your elbows. Open #2 and put them on.
Inside box #2 were two latex elbow-length gloves. he slid these on pulling them all the way up to his elbows.
--Roll the sleeves of the suit back down and smooth them out. Now open #3 and put them on.
Inside box #3 were two rubber wrist restraints. dk placed one on each wrist pulling the buckles tight.
--Inside that box are two padlocks. Lock the restraints on.
dk found the locks and locked the restraints. Whereas he'd been light-headed before, dk felt like he might pass out. Without permission he sat down hard on the computer chair.
--You okay?
--Yes, Sir. Just a little over-excited. This is...amazing.
--LOL. I completely understand. Take your time and remember to breathe. When you're ready, open box #4 and put it on.
dk took several deep breaths, calming himself, then opened the fourth box. Inside was a three inch wide rubber collar with two buckles. He placed the collar around his neck and fastened the buckles at the back of his neck. he could barely move his head up or down, or right to left.
--Inside the box are three small padlocks. Place one on each of the buckles. The other is used to lock the zipper of the suit to the front of the collar. When you're done, open box #5 and put them on.
dk locked the collar in back and fumbled with the rubber gloves and his trembling hands to attach the zipper to the front of the collar and lock it. he finally succeeded. he also fully realized that at this point there was no way, short of cutting through all the latex (which he would NEVER do), for him to take the gear off.
he opened the fifth box and pulled out two beautifully shined rubber hipwaders and a belt for his waist. He pulled the hipwaders on and put the belt on
--Inside the box are three padlocks. The belts on the hipwaders wrap around the waist belt and can be padlocked. The third padlock is to lock the waist belt in place. When you've finished, open the final box and put it on.
dk did as directed and finally opened the last box. It was the largest of the boxes by far. he figured all of the other boxes could easily fit inside this one box. And it was heavy. he trembled as he sliced through the packing tape and folded back the box flaps. Inside was a mound of shiny rubber. he pulled the item from the box and began to unroll it. When he had finally unrolled all the rubber he could see he was holding a thick jumpsuit with an attached hoodie.
He pulled the legs of the suit over the boots, then found the zippers from the knee down that would pull the legs tight over the boots. He pulled the heavy torso of the suit up over his hips and placed his arms in the sleeves of the jumpsuit. When his hands reached the end of the suit sleeves they slid into attached heavy gloves. he pulled the rest of the suit up over his shoulders and slid the zipper all the way up the front closing himself in the suit. Last of all he lifted the hoodie of the suit over his head.
--Well done, son. And very handsome. In that last box is one last padlock. The zipper of the jumpsuit attaches to the posture collar you're wearing with this padlock. Lock it on. Now here's the hard part. I want you to get in your car and drive over here. I suggest obeying all the speed limits and red lights diligently. I don't think you want to get stopped and have to try to explain what you're wearing. It's dark enough now that probably no one will notice you, but you might want to select side roads with fewer street lights. When you get here I'll have the garage door open and you can park inside. I'll meet you at the door that goes from the garage into the kitchen. One more thing. DON'T look in the mirror. Just enjoy the feeling. But get focused to drive. See you soon.
And with that the chat window closed. dk grabbed his keys, wallet, and cellphone, keeping his head down and avoiding the mirror, and then headed to his car. This past hour had been probably the most intense experience he had ever had. he was giddy from the smell of the latex, intoxicated with the notion he was locked in all this gear, and he was practically comatose with the notion of what might happen when he arrived at SirJay's.
As soon as He'd signed off, SirJay rushed to complete His own dressing so that He'd be ready for the boy's arrival. He'd spent the day at home preparing the dungeon for a number of activities He wanted to share with the boy. He truly hoped they'd have another 48 hours of incredible play, and He felt responsible for making sure all the gear and toys were ready. SirJay felt a bit of a pang in His chest. He truly cared about dk, and while he'd joked about the U-Haul, He was thinking seriously about asking the boy to consider moving in with Him. He wouldn't rush the boy, but He also wasn't going to let him slip away.
Driving with two pair of gloves on his hands required real focus for dk. On a back street he almost rolled through a stop sign but caught himself, coming to a complete stop. he truly did NOT want to get stopped even for the most minor traffic offense. At last he reached SirJay's and as promised the garage door was open, the pickup parked off to the right, and he drove in and parked. As soon as he had parked the garage door closed and the door to the kitchen opened. It was dark in the kitchen and fairly dark in the garage but he could make out the silhouette of SirJay in the doorway. his heart was pounding so hard it's all he could hear inside the latex hood.
he exited the car and made his way to the door. when he got to the door he almost fell over backward. SirJay was dressed almost exactly as he was, or at least how he imagined himself to be dressed.
SirJay held open his arms and brought the boy in, a huge rubber hug shared between the two of them. He slid the hoodie off the boy's head, pulled a large rubber ball gag from the counter next to him and buckled and locked it in place on the boy. He brought the hoodie back up over the top of the boy's head. And He took two padded rubber mitts and locked them on dk's hands.
"C'mon. We're going downstairs. And we might never come back up."
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I'm going to leave the rest of this story to your imaginations. I hope you enjoyed.
dk barely got his clothes off on Sunday night before hitting the bed and sleeping the sleep of the dead. When he arose on Monday morning and went to take his morning piss he was almost shocked to see the locked steel tube on his dick. There was a complete and utter reality to it. He could not whack-off this week. Just the thought made his groin stir a bit.
selecting clothes to wear was a challenge as the steel chastity made quite a mound in his pants. It wouldn't be so hard at work since mostly he sat at a desk, but going to the gym was going to be very humiliating with his steel dick poking out through his gym shorts.
After work on Monday, dk went home, changed clothes, ate a little dinner and set himself up for the first of the week's chats with SirJay. Promptly at 7:00 he heard a ping and the chat box opened.
--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir!
--Tonight I want you to open the large box. Inside are several other boxes. For tonight I only want you to open the box marked Monday. It's a small one and should be near the top.
--Yes, Sir.
dk opened the large box and saw there were almost a dozen boxes inside, all shapes and sizes. Each box was taped shut. He easily found the one marked Monday and opened it. Inside was a videocam for sharing live feed. dk had one already but it was a piece of shit that functioned about half the time. This was more of a Mercedes. he ran back to the computer.
--Got it, Sir. It's a beauty.
--Plug it in, get the software upgraded if you need to, then request a video chat when you're ready.
--Yes, Sir
moments later dk had the camera ready and requested the video chat
--MUCH better, son! For the rest of the week, I'll be typing, but you can just talk, no typing necessary. Okay?
--Yes, Sir.
--The haircut still looks nice and crisp. How'd your co-workers react?
--They all loved it. Thank you, Sir, for doing it. I was a chicken-shit about that.
--I want you to stand up, take off all your clothes and show Me the lock on your chastity. Each of those luggage locks has a unique number so I'll know if you took it off and tried to replace it with a new lock. Understand?
--Yes, Sir
dk happily complied with the order from SirJay. Across town SirJay smiled at the complete pic he was getting. The boy was quick to follow orders, had not tampered with the lock, and dammit, he was as cute as a bug. They chatted a bit more then called it a night.
******
Tuesday night was a short conversation, a quick check on the lock, and then SirJay took off as he had dinner plans with friends.
Wednesday night started the same as the other nights, but SirJay surprised dk with a rather simple and obvious question.
--dk? Tell Me why you like bondage so much?
dk took a long time to think
--i'm not sure i can give the whole or complete answer, Sir, but i'll do my best. i've always felt some sort of "squiggle" inside of me seeing any form of bondage at all. Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, the biography of Harry Houdini, You name it. From my earliest memories I remember that "squiggle". i just knew i wanted to be tied up. It was quite a few years before that "squiggle" turned into a small fire that turned into getting hard and cumming. My very first orgasm involved me tying my hands behind my back, putting a bandana gag in myself, and rubbing against the pillow.
There was no response from SirJay and dk didn't know if that was bad or good.
--Today? i still crave that feeling, but more so, while i love the sort of "danger" that comes with bondage, i want the comfort of knowing it's a shared journey, where there is only the danger of stretching a limit, but never a danger from the actual person i'm with. i can have sex without bondage, but i sort of don't want to waste it, if You know what i mean. It sort of feels hollow to just suck and fuck and whackoff. And i usually don't even cum unless i'm thinking about a piece of rope or a hood or a blindfold....or a straitjacket.
Still no response from SirJay. dk was beginning to feel like he'd screwed up. he could feel his motor-mouth nervousness kicking in and he had to consciously stop himself from babbling. finally a written response from SirJay appeared--
--Thank you, son. It's exactly how My head works and it's exactly how I feel. I'm not ashamed of my needs or fetishes, and I'm glad you aren't either.
dk could feel a hotness on his cheeks.
--go get the box marked Wednesday and a pair of scissors if you don't have them by the computer.
dk went to the large box and extracted a medium sized box marked Wednesday, brought it back to the desk and placed it and the scissors where SirJay could see them in the cam.
--Good boy. Now, showing me in the cam, I want you to cut the luggage lock off your chastity and remove the whole device. After you're done with that, please read this carefully! I have not given you permission to cum this week by taking off your chastity. I trust you right now, but I want to also give you a little more challenge for the week. Open the box and take out the three items inside.
dk sliced the tape on the box and opened it. he pulled out a latex tank top and a pair of latex briefs. Both were in plastic bags and powdered with talc. The third item was a bottle of rubber shiner.
--There should be enough talc on the shirt for you to pull it directly on. Especially easy with your body hair shaved off! Go ahead and put it on.
dk did as directed. The tank was tight but slid into place grabbing his skin as it settled into place and making his dick grow very hard.
--Very handsome. Now you'll need some lube for the next item. You have some handy?
--Yes, Sir.
--Lube your ass like I did the other night. Nice and slow, lots of lube. Show me.
Again, dk followed instructions, turning his butt toward the cam and liberally lubing his butthole.
--Good boy. Now take the briefs. You'll see there's a built in buttplug and a cocksheath. Slip these on, slip your cock into the sheath, and push the buttplug slowly into your ass.
dk was breathing hard. Pulling the briefs on was the easy part. Getting his rigid cock in the sheath took some care. At the end of the sheath was a small tube, presumably so he could pee without removing the briefs. Pushing the buttplug in his butthole took some time but eventually it slid into place. He smoothed the creases in the latex and pulled the tank top down over the waist of the briefs. His dick was standing out straight filling the sheath and stretching it tightly. He could feel the precum filling the sheath.
--Good boy. Have a seat. There's a lot more instructions, then I need to take off for the evening. I expect you to wear this from now until we meet again on Friday evening. You can remove the items to shower in the morning and to take a dump. As soon as you're done with those activities they should go right back on. IF you're unable to keep your hands off your dick, then it's possible to put the chastity back on over the latex. There are extra luggage locks in the bottom of this box you can use. But I trust you to use your judgment. I suggest you take a towel along with you to work tomorrow. You'll want to wipe the sweat around your legs every once in a while or you'll have some very interesting rings at the top of your trouser legs. Sleep tight.
And with that SirJay signed off. dk appreciated the trust SirJay had placed in him but he also knew as horny as he was he would probably end up humping the pillow all night long. he went to the kitchen and grabbed a package of frozen peas and wrapped it around his throbbing dick. Fifteen minutes later he was able to get the chastity on over the tight latex briefs. he locked it shut, took a deep breath, and turned the computer off. he knew it was still going to be a long night.
*****
Thursday night, right at 7:00, with the chat function opened, dk requested a video chat with SirJay. he was wearing the latex as requested, the chastity device very bright against the black latex of the sheath. he had removed it all this morning, but had locked it back on after his shower.
--Ah! I see you had to put the chastity on!
--Yes, Sir, right away Sir. Even if I'd kept my hands off i was afraid i'd have wet dreams with all of this on.
--Smart boy. Tonight we're adding a layer. Go get the box marked Thursday and open it in front of the cam.
dk went to the large box and pulled out a fairly good sized box and brought it back to the desk. he carefully sliced through the tape and extracted a good-sized plastic bag filled with black latex. he pulled the item from the plastic bag and unrolled it. it was a full body catsuit.
--Gorgeous, isn't it.
--Yes, Sir
--I want you to pull this on over the tank top and briefs. Go nice and slow. Latex is delicate but will stretch a great deal once it has warmed from your body heat.
the boy undid the zipper that ran from the front of the neck to the backside of the suit, just above his butt. dk slid his legs into the legs of the suit, his feet making a plopping sound as they pushed through the tight ankles of the suit and into the attached socks of the suit. he pulled the leggings all the way over his thighs and stuck his arms into the sleeves of the suit. Tugging and pulling, slowly but forcefully, he was able to get his hands all the way through and pull the suit up over his shoulders. He reached behind and tugged on the zipper pulling it through his groin, tucking his steel-covered dick into the suit, and with great stretching was able to pull the zipper all the way up to his neck.
--Beautiful. Grab the bottle of rubber shiner and slowly shine up the entire suit, showing me in the cam.
dk began to spritz the polish from the bottle, taking a cloth to rub it around on the suit.
--Don't be stingy. Use lots of the shiner. Make it glisten.
dk wasn't being stingy, it was just that all this shining and polishing was driving his entire body crazy with desire. the feeling of the rubber grabbing every inch of his skin was a form of bondage in itself. the act of self-stimulation made every nerve ending on his body sing. Nonetheless he did as SirJay told him to do. Hell, even following orders like this was a huge-turn on for the boy. his cock was aching inside the sheath, the chastity, and the outer coat of latex.
--Good boy. As before, I want you to wear this every single hour until I see you on Friday. You may remove it in the morning to take your dump and to shower, but then it all goes back on. There is another luggage lock in the bottom of this box so that you can replace the chastity. Yes?
--Yes, Sir.
--Tomorrow night I want you to be ready to chat at 5:30 so that you can open the rest of the boxes and be here by 7:00 for our date. I suggest you think carefully about what you're going to wear tomorrow so the suit doesn't show. And drink lots and lots of water. Also some mineral drinks. Stay hydrated. And sleep tight. Very tight. Good night, dk.
--Thank you, Sir. Good night, Sir.
dk turned off the computer and went to his bedroom so he could finally see himself in the latex catsuit. What he saw nearly blew his mind. The only parts of him not covered were his hands, his lower wrists, and from about the middle of his neck to the top of his head. And he couldn't believe how good he looked in the suit. The shine and shadows were inky and undulating as he slowly turned one way then the other. he'd never been one to stand in front of mirror and admire himself, but tonight he could barely take his eyes off himself.
he went to the closet and began to lay out what he'd wear tomorrow. While it was casual Friday at the office he knew he'd have to wear his darkest shirt with a tall collar and a necktie. Thankfully the sleeves of the suit could be rolled up a bit if he needed to, but he also thought a light sportcoat might help hide any of the latex that might be seen at the shirt sleeve ends. And he laid out several washcloths to take with him. he was already dripping sweat from his arms to his hands. It would be an odd and long day to be sure.
*****
dk raced home to be in time for his 5:30 chat with SirJay. It had been a bizarre day. Early on he could feel sweat beginning to build up inside the socks of the suit. By the end of the day he felt like he was sloshing around the office with every step. The three times he'd had to pee he'd locked himself in a stall and gone through the tedious process of just digging his dick out to complete the task.
He stripped the office wear and sat at the computer. Promptly at 5:30 he put in the video chat request. SirJay answered immediately.
--How'd you survive, boy?
--It was rough, Sir. But pretty fun, too. i love the suit. It probably isn't something i'd have thought to go buy, but since it was You that told me to wear it.....
--I understand. Now, we've got quite a few boxes to open. Go get them all. They're numbered and you'll be putting each item on in order.
dk hauled the remaining 6 boxes over to the desk.
--Open Friday, #1 and put it on.
dk opened the box labeled Friday, #1. Inside was a rubber hood with a long cowl neck on it. he pulled the hood on carefully lining up the eye, nose, and mouth holes. he smoothed the wrinkles and removed the air bubbles. The smell of the latex totally and tightly covering his head was making him light-headed.
--Unzip the catsuit and tuck the cowl neck way down, then zip the catsuit back up.
dk did as ordered.
-- Roll the sleeves of the suit up to your elbows. Open #2 and put them on.
Inside box #2 were two latex elbow-length gloves. he slid these on pulling them all the way up to his elbows.
--Roll the sleeves of the suit back down and smooth them out. Now open #3 and put them on.
Inside box #3 were two rubber wrist restraints. dk placed one on each wrist pulling the buckles tight.
--Inside that box are two padlocks. Lock the restraints on.
dk found the locks and locked the restraints. Whereas he'd been light-headed before, dk felt like he might pass out. Without permission he sat down hard on the computer chair.
--You okay?
--Yes, Sir. Just a little over-excited. This is...amazing.
--LOL. I completely understand. Take your time and remember to breathe. When you're ready, open box #4 and put it on.
dk took several deep breaths, calming himself, then opened the fourth box. Inside was a three inch wide rubber collar with two buckles. He placed the collar around his neck and fastened the buckles at the back of his neck. he could barely move his head up or down, or right to left.
--Inside the box are three small padlocks. Place one on each of the buckles. The other is used to lock the zipper of the suit to the front of the collar. When you're done, open box #5 and put them on.
dk locked the collar in back and fumbled with the rubber gloves and his trembling hands to attach the zipper to the front of the collar and lock it. he finally succeeded. he also fully realized that at this point there was no way, short of cutting through all the latex (which he would NEVER do), for him to take the gear off.
he opened the fifth box and pulled out two beautifully shined rubber hipwaders and a belt for his waist. He pulled the hipwaders on and put the belt on
--Inside the box are three padlocks. The belts on the hipwaders wrap around the waist belt and can be padlocked. The third padlock is to lock the waist belt in place. When you've finished, open the final box and put it on.
dk did as directed and finally opened the last box. It was the largest of the boxes by far. he figured all of the other boxes could easily fit inside this one box. And it was heavy. he trembled as he sliced through the packing tape and folded back the box flaps. Inside was a mound of shiny rubber. he pulled the item from the box and began to unroll it. When he had finally unrolled all the rubber he could see he was holding a thick jumpsuit with an attached hoodie.
He pulled the legs of the suit over the boots, then found the zippers from the knee down that would pull the legs tight over the boots. He pulled the heavy torso of the suit up over his hips and placed his arms in the sleeves of the jumpsuit. When his hands reached the end of the suit sleeves they slid into attached heavy gloves. he pulled the rest of the suit up over his shoulders and slid the zipper all the way up the front closing himself in the suit. Last of all he lifted the hoodie of the suit over his head.
--Well done, son. And very handsome. In that last box is one last padlock. The zipper of the jumpsuit attaches to the posture collar you're wearing with this padlock. Lock it on. Now here's the hard part. I want you to get in your car and drive over here. I suggest obeying all the speed limits and red lights diligently. I don't think you want to get stopped and have to try to explain what you're wearing. It's dark enough now that probably no one will notice you, but you might want to select side roads with fewer street lights. When you get here I'll have the garage door open and you can park inside. I'll meet you at the door that goes from the garage into the kitchen. One more thing. DON'T look in the mirror. Just enjoy the feeling. But get focused to drive. See you soon.
And with that the chat window closed. dk grabbed his keys, wallet, and cellphone, keeping his head down and avoiding the mirror, and then headed to his car. This past hour had been probably the most intense experience he had ever had. he was giddy from the smell of the latex, intoxicated with the notion he was locked in all this gear, and he was practically comatose with the notion of what might happen when he arrived at SirJay's.
As soon as He'd signed off, SirJay rushed to complete His own dressing so that He'd be ready for the boy's arrival. He'd spent the day at home preparing the dungeon for a number of activities He wanted to share with the boy. He truly hoped they'd have another 48 hours of incredible play, and He felt responsible for making sure all the gear and toys were ready. SirJay felt a bit of a pang in His chest. He truly cared about dk, and while he'd joked about the U-Haul, He was thinking seriously about asking the boy to consider moving in with Him. He wouldn't rush the boy, but He also wasn't going to let him slip away.
Driving with two pair of gloves on his hands required real focus for dk. On a back street he almost rolled through a stop sign but caught himself, coming to a complete stop. he truly did NOT want to get stopped even for the most minor traffic offense. At last he reached SirJay's and as promised the garage door was open, the pickup parked off to the right, and he drove in and parked. As soon as he had parked the garage door closed and the door to the kitchen opened. It was dark in the kitchen and fairly dark in the garage but he could make out the silhouette of SirJay in the doorway. his heart was pounding so hard it's all he could hear inside the latex hood.
he exited the car and made his way to the door. when he got to the door he almost fell over backward. SirJay was dressed almost exactly as he was, or at least how he imagined himself to be dressed.
SirJay held open his arms and brought the boy in, a huge rubber hug shared between the two of them. He slid the hoodie off the boy's head, pulled a large rubber ball gag from the counter next to him and buckled and locked it in place on the boy. He brought the hoodie back up over the top of the boy's head. And He took two padded rubber mitts and locked them on dk's hands.
"C'mon. We're going downstairs. And we might never come back up."
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I'm going to leave the rest of this story to your imaginations. I hope you enjoyed.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Still Further Discoveries
Still Further Discoveries
That night they spent on the sofa, naked, cuddling, laughing at stupid shows on television. There was little talk and dk spent most of the time just breathing in the scent of SirJay, happy to be held by Him, happy to be so close to Him.
For SirJay this time was equally relaxing and sensual. He felt the boy's head on His chest, finding Himself like a teenager trying to match His breathing to the boy's rhythm. It had been a magical 24 hours. Fuck!, he thought. Only 24 hours since this boy came to My house, dressed as I'd asked, eager to try anything, willing to suffer to get to a higher level, and always grateful. Only one week since they'd first met. Unbelievable. By now He was usually kicking them out, telling them He'd had fun, promising to call them, and letting the contact go stale, the e-mails unanswered.
He put the big thoughts on hold, let His eyes glaze over as He stared at the TV, and stroked the boy's head, finally allowing His own eyes to give over to complete exhaustion.
SirJay woke abruptly when the screaming voice of a pitch-man pushing vacuums pierced his ear drums. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was 1:00 a.m. The boy was fast asleep, curled up, his head resting in SirJay's lap. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off, pulled a blanket off the arm of the sofa and covered Himself and the boy as best He could and drifted back to sleep.
The next time He awoke He was completely disoriented. He was laid out flat on the sofa, the blanket completely covering Him, and He was alone. He looked again to the kitchen and saw it was after 8:00. He stretched and took a deep inhale, noting a hint of pine scent. It was only then He wondered where dk was.
He padded off to the bathroom and relieved himself then glanced in each room wondering where the boy was. As He approached the door to the basement the scent of pine got stronger. The door was open and He could see lights on in the dungeon. When He got to the bottom of the stairs He looked first to the left. The dressing room was empty. When He turned to the right He saw a naked dk wringing out a mop into a bucket. That at least explained the pine scent thought SirJay.
SirJay leaned against the door frame waiting for dk to notice Him. The boy was absorbed in his work, seemingly happy in his domestic service. When dk did finally notice SirJay he stopped, smiled, put down his cleaning tools and came over and gave SirJay a big hug.
"i hope it's okay. what i did. i woke up at 5:00 and didn't want to wake you. i guess i should have asked. i'm sorry. but i wanted to do it for You and it looked like it had been awhile since the floor had been cleaned. And i figured if i worked down here You wouldn't hear me and You'd go ahead and sleep. i took the liberty of polishing some of Your boots, i cleaned the bathroom, and i was just finishing the dungeon floor and..."
SirJay started laughing. The boy was babbling and SirJay was barely awake. He hugged the boy back. "Thank you, son. You didn't have to, but I appreciate it very much. Now even more than cleaning and boot-polishing skills I hope to hell you have coffee-making skills. If not, you're going to have to learn quickly."
They drank coffee, dk shared about his job, they talked about their annoying sisters, they fixed another protein-laden breakfast, did the dishes together, and drank more coffee. SirJay was amazed at how bright the boy was, how hungry he was for everything life had to offer. he had a good job in IT but was also taking a night class in web design. he took overtime anytime he could so he could pay off his school loans quickly, and he spent time volunteering at the animal shelter. SirJay laughed to himself, remembering when he had that much energy, both in life and in bed.
dk was babbling about how much he loved taking the shelter dogs for walks and SirJay started to zone out, not hearing the words the boys was speaking, just aware of the enthusiasm and energy emanating from the boy. He interrupted the boy. "Do you wanna go back to the dungeon? Try some more gear?"
dk blushed. he knew his motor-mouth had been engaged, one of his worst traits. But he looked into SirJay's eyes, the most beautiful marbleized blue, stopped mid-sentence, gulped, and whispered, "yes, Sir."
"You make me so fucking horny, dk. In and out of gear, in and out of bondage, you seem to be making my nuts do double-time in churning out spunk. Woof!" He reached across the table and ruffled dk's hair. "You up for a haircut, son? Yours is way too long and scruffy."
dk was sort of proud of his hair, a full head of hair fairly long on top, short on the sides. But SirJay's suggestion was too forceful not to follow. "Sure, Sir!"
Downstairs SirJay led dk to the barber chair. Once seated He strapped the boy's arms down, pulled a belt around his chest and another around his waist. Thigh straps, calf straps, and ankle straps were the last sets to be done. It had taken only one simple strap to get dk's dick hard. By the time the last strap was done dk was leaking a nice long strand of pearly pre-cum. SirJay reached down and fingered the head of dk's cock, gathering up the pre-cum. He stuck his finger up to dk's mouth. "Lick." dk took the finger in his mouth and tasted his own sweet-salty pre-cum, something he'd never done before. The taste of it merely encouraged greater production.
SirJay turned up a spotlight on the barber chair and retrieved his clippers and a set of clipper guards. "you are gonna look like one hot son-of-a-bitch when I finish with you." He fired up the clippers and began to work. dk was a little panicked when he saw how much hair was falling in his lap, but SirJay's reassuring hand on his shoulder made him relax as best he could.
By the time SirJay finished dk could feel cool air blowing on his neck and above his ears. There was no mirror for him to look in and he could only imagine the transformation SirJay had brought about. SirJay brushed the hair off him and quickly vacuumed up the hair on the floor, all the time leaving dk bound in the chair.
SirJay left the boy in the chair and went to the dressing room. There he got yet another of his 6 leather straitjackets, this one holding a very special purpose. Returning to the dungeon He released dk from the barber chair and held the jacket out in front of him. Any fear dk had held the previous weekend about being in a straitjacket was long gone. he leapt at the chance to be bound like that again.
Getting into this jacket required dk to step inside two wide, padded straps that cradled his inner thighs and buttocks with the padded part sitting deep below his balls. As he slid his arms into the thick leather sleeves he shivered. Just as SirJay had told him that first night he felt that "no-going-back" moment of giving over control. dk could feel that this jacket was much thicker than the one he'd worn to the bar. The straps on his thighs and running through his groin continued up to his shoulders.
SirJay buckled the jacket shut with smooth efficiency all the time noting how calm dk was, how compliant he'd become. With the last buckle done and dk's arms pulled tightly around his body, He stepped to the pegboard and pulled down a gag that he stuck in His back pocket in such a way that dk couldn't see what He had. He walked over to the boy and caressed him through the jacket, double checking the tightness of the straps, massaging the boy's balls, and playing again with the tip of his dick, gathering up the pearls of pre-cum and feeding them to the boy.
He led the boy to the center of the dungeon directly below a heavy-duty suspension bar dangling from the same electric hoist that had been used on the spherical cage. He lowered the bar and attached chains to d-rings on the shoulders of the straitjacket. dk finally understood the purpose of the jacket's additional straps and the padding in his groin. This jacket was built for suspension. he was slightly scared, but totally intrigued as SirJay finished attaching the last chain.
"I hope you enjoy this ride, boy. I really do." He pulled the ring gag from his back pocket and placed the large rubber-covered ring in dk's mouth then strapped it tightly behind the boy's head. dk could already feel the drool building in his mouth and threatening to run down his chin.
SirJay stepped to the electrical controls for the hoist and lifted dk just a few inches off the ground. dk felt the pressure in his groin on the straps running up the front and back of him. The entire straitjacket tightened against him removing all struggle room. SirJay came back and looked dk in the eye. "Good?" dk's instincts were to say "yes, Sir" but just trying to speak sent the first ribbon of drool down his chin so he simply nodded.
SirJay brought two thickly padded ankle restraints from the pegboard and placed them on dk's dangling ankles. A short pole was attached forcing dk's legs a couple feet apart. SirJay attached a rope to the pole and slowly hoisted dk's legs until the boy was at about a 45 degree angle to the floor. dk watched as a long string of drool left his mouth and traveled slowly to the floor.
SirJay lowered dk to where he was almost touching the floor, then slid Himself under dk and began to give the boy a blowjob. dk writhed in the straitjacket, feeling the cum building in his guts, doing his best to hold back the impending orgasm. SirJay's mouth on his hard dick felt more incredible than anything he'd ever felt.
Knowing the boy was getting close to cumming, SirJay pulled off his dick, slid back, sat up and kissed the boy through the ring gag. He stood and went to the electrical controls and lifted dk a couple feet off the ground.
dk could see SirJay's dick was hard, the Man dripping pre-cum of his own. he loved tasting his own pre-cum but desperately wanted to lick the Man's juice. SirJay went to the backside of dk and the boy felt a lubed finger massaging his hole. he fell apart, consumed with hunger. "Good boy. Slow and easy. Good boy." SirJay took a condom from a nearby table and covered his dripping dick. dk could see him slather more lube on the latex covered cock and then step behind dk, placing His strong hands on dk's suspended hips.
Slowly he pulled the boy back to Him, His cock at the entrance to dk's butthole. dk was breathing deeply, drooling uncontrollably, and moaning with every exhale. he wanted that cock inside him. Slowly, ever so slowly SirJay pulled dk a little more toward him, the tip of His dick now opening the boy's hole, sliding in part way. He pulled out and heard the boy gasp. He added more lube to the boy's hole and more to his cock and began again. This time His dick slid quickly in to the halfway point. "Good boy." And the magic moment occurred. dk relaxed completely and SirJay's dick was swallowed to the base of the shaft.
He began to grind inside the boy. His hips slammed against dk's buttocks. And He felt a fire inside Himself. All sense of reality left Him. All He could think of, all He could feel was the heat of the boy's ass grabbing at His dick and the inferno in His own guts.
dk was long gone from this planet. he had no thoughts, only emotions and desires. he wanted this to last forever. he'd never felt this connected to another man. he ached for His cock to go deeper. he nearly cried as SirJay's cock would begin to pull out of him, and he soared when it slammed into him again.
behind him, dk heard SirJay breathing deeply, his own deep growling moans becoming huskier and more rapid, and with a roar SirJay pulled the suspended, straitjacketed boy all the way to Him, holding the boy against him as he filled the condom with load after load.
Seconds later, still holding the boy's ass tight on His cock, He spit in his hand and reached around to dk's dick and began to stroke it. It took only a few seconds and a few strokes before the boy shot the largest load He'd ever seen. With each stroke, with each load the boy did his best to push himself deeper on to SirJay's cock until he had absolutely no cum and no energy left.
Hours later, after SirJay had released dk, after they'd showered, and after they'd devoured a large delivery pizza, they snuggled together, naked under a blanket on the sofa. It was early Sunday night and it was time to start thinking about the reality of the coming work week. SirJay knew He needed a good night's sleep before heading to work early the next morning. Based on his conversations with dk He knew the boy needed the same.
He roused the boy from a partial slumber. "Time for you to hit the road, kiddo. I've got a big week at work and if you stay here I'll be too distracted to sleep."
dk sat up, then crawled on top of SirJay, straddling his legs, facing Him. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my entire life."
SirJay pulled the boy into Him and gave him a crushing hug. "C'mon. Don't get Me started. We have one thing to do before we get you dressed and out the door."
SirJay went to basement where he retrieved the leather jeans, boots and black t-shirt and the steel chastity tube. dk's clothes had been destroyed on Friday night, but He'd always planned on sending the boy home with this gear. When he came back upstairs dk got a look at the chastity device and his eyes grew large. "I want you to try to wear this for the entire week. We'll meet back here on Friday night, if you're game. I'll use a plastic luggage lock so if there's any real problem you can simply cut the lock and get free. I'd hate for you to have significant trouble and not be able to get out. What do you say?"
dk's head was spinning. For three reasons! One, he'd be in chastity for five days, something he never ever imagined before. Two, he'd be wearing the leather jeans and boots home, and three, he'd been invited back to SirJay's!
"Yes, Sir. I'll try, Sir!"
"Good boy."
"One more thing. I'm sending a big box home with you. Do not open it until I tell you to. I want to chat on-line every night at 7:00, even if just for a few minutes. And I'll tell you when it's time to open the box and I'll let you know how to proceed from there. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
When dk got home, he shrugged off his leather jacket at the door, left the big and heavy box near the coatrack, and was totally shocked when he looked at himself in the mirror. He'd left on Friday night looking like a stringy, greasy waif. he'd come home with the most beautiful high-top buzzcut, something that made his face look more rugged and angular, and he was wearing a black t-shirt and tight, beautiful leather jeans.
he felt a painful surge in his groin, his dick struggling to escape the stainless steel, and he made a vow to himself to avoid black t-shirts, leather jeans and mirrors for the coming week.
One more fun-filled chapter to go. Look later this week!
That night they spent on the sofa, naked, cuddling, laughing at stupid shows on television. There was little talk and dk spent most of the time just breathing in the scent of SirJay, happy to be held by Him, happy to be so close to Him.
For SirJay this time was equally relaxing and sensual. He felt the boy's head on His chest, finding Himself like a teenager trying to match His breathing to the boy's rhythm. It had been a magical 24 hours. Fuck!, he thought. Only 24 hours since this boy came to My house, dressed as I'd asked, eager to try anything, willing to suffer to get to a higher level, and always grateful. Only one week since they'd first met. Unbelievable. By now He was usually kicking them out, telling them He'd had fun, promising to call them, and letting the contact go stale, the e-mails unanswered.
He put the big thoughts on hold, let His eyes glaze over as He stared at the TV, and stroked the boy's head, finally allowing His own eyes to give over to complete exhaustion.
SirJay woke abruptly when the screaming voice of a pitch-man pushing vacuums pierced his ear drums. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was 1:00 a.m. The boy was fast asleep, curled up, his head resting in SirJay's lap. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off, pulled a blanket off the arm of the sofa and covered Himself and the boy as best He could and drifted back to sleep.
The next time He awoke He was completely disoriented. He was laid out flat on the sofa, the blanket completely covering Him, and He was alone. He looked again to the kitchen and saw it was after 8:00. He stretched and took a deep inhale, noting a hint of pine scent. It was only then He wondered where dk was.
He padded off to the bathroom and relieved himself then glanced in each room wondering where the boy was. As He approached the door to the basement the scent of pine got stronger. The door was open and He could see lights on in the dungeon. When He got to the bottom of the stairs He looked first to the left. The dressing room was empty. When He turned to the right He saw a naked dk wringing out a mop into a bucket. That at least explained the pine scent thought SirJay.
SirJay leaned against the door frame waiting for dk to notice Him. The boy was absorbed in his work, seemingly happy in his domestic service. When dk did finally notice SirJay he stopped, smiled, put down his cleaning tools and came over and gave SirJay a big hug.
"i hope it's okay. what i did. i woke up at 5:00 and didn't want to wake you. i guess i should have asked. i'm sorry. but i wanted to do it for You and it looked like it had been awhile since the floor had been cleaned. And i figured if i worked down here You wouldn't hear me and You'd go ahead and sleep. i took the liberty of polishing some of Your boots, i cleaned the bathroom, and i was just finishing the dungeon floor and..."
SirJay started laughing. The boy was babbling and SirJay was barely awake. He hugged the boy back. "Thank you, son. You didn't have to, but I appreciate it very much. Now even more than cleaning and boot-polishing skills I hope to hell you have coffee-making skills. If not, you're going to have to learn quickly."
They drank coffee, dk shared about his job, they talked about their annoying sisters, they fixed another protein-laden breakfast, did the dishes together, and drank more coffee. SirJay was amazed at how bright the boy was, how hungry he was for everything life had to offer. he had a good job in IT but was also taking a night class in web design. he took overtime anytime he could so he could pay off his school loans quickly, and he spent time volunteering at the animal shelter. SirJay laughed to himself, remembering when he had that much energy, both in life and in bed.
dk was babbling about how much he loved taking the shelter dogs for walks and SirJay started to zone out, not hearing the words the boys was speaking, just aware of the enthusiasm and energy emanating from the boy. He interrupted the boy. "Do you wanna go back to the dungeon? Try some more gear?"
dk blushed. he knew his motor-mouth had been engaged, one of his worst traits. But he looked into SirJay's eyes, the most beautiful marbleized blue, stopped mid-sentence, gulped, and whispered, "yes, Sir."
"You make me so fucking horny, dk. In and out of gear, in and out of bondage, you seem to be making my nuts do double-time in churning out spunk. Woof!" He reached across the table and ruffled dk's hair. "You up for a haircut, son? Yours is way too long and scruffy."
dk was sort of proud of his hair, a full head of hair fairly long on top, short on the sides. But SirJay's suggestion was too forceful not to follow. "Sure, Sir!"
Downstairs SirJay led dk to the barber chair. Once seated He strapped the boy's arms down, pulled a belt around his chest and another around his waist. Thigh straps, calf straps, and ankle straps were the last sets to be done. It had taken only one simple strap to get dk's dick hard. By the time the last strap was done dk was leaking a nice long strand of pearly pre-cum. SirJay reached down and fingered the head of dk's cock, gathering up the pre-cum. He stuck his finger up to dk's mouth. "Lick." dk took the finger in his mouth and tasted his own sweet-salty pre-cum, something he'd never done before. The taste of it merely encouraged greater production.
SirJay turned up a spotlight on the barber chair and retrieved his clippers and a set of clipper guards. "you are gonna look like one hot son-of-a-bitch when I finish with you." He fired up the clippers and began to work. dk was a little panicked when he saw how much hair was falling in his lap, but SirJay's reassuring hand on his shoulder made him relax as best he could.
By the time SirJay finished dk could feel cool air blowing on his neck and above his ears. There was no mirror for him to look in and he could only imagine the transformation SirJay had brought about. SirJay brushed the hair off him and quickly vacuumed up the hair on the floor, all the time leaving dk bound in the chair.
SirJay left the boy in the chair and went to the dressing room. There he got yet another of his 6 leather straitjackets, this one holding a very special purpose. Returning to the dungeon He released dk from the barber chair and held the jacket out in front of him. Any fear dk had held the previous weekend about being in a straitjacket was long gone. he leapt at the chance to be bound like that again.
Getting into this jacket required dk to step inside two wide, padded straps that cradled his inner thighs and buttocks with the padded part sitting deep below his balls. As he slid his arms into the thick leather sleeves he shivered. Just as SirJay had told him that first night he felt that "no-going-back" moment of giving over control. dk could feel that this jacket was much thicker than the one he'd worn to the bar. The straps on his thighs and running through his groin continued up to his shoulders.
SirJay buckled the jacket shut with smooth efficiency all the time noting how calm dk was, how compliant he'd become. With the last buckle done and dk's arms pulled tightly around his body, He stepped to the pegboard and pulled down a gag that he stuck in His back pocket in such a way that dk couldn't see what He had. He walked over to the boy and caressed him through the jacket, double checking the tightness of the straps, massaging the boy's balls, and playing again with the tip of his dick, gathering up the pearls of pre-cum and feeding them to the boy.
He led the boy to the center of the dungeon directly below a heavy-duty suspension bar dangling from the same electric hoist that had been used on the spherical cage. He lowered the bar and attached chains to d-rings on the shoulders of the straitjacket. dk finally understood the purpose of the jacket's additional straps and the padding in his groin. This jacket was built for suspension. he was slightly scared, but totally intrigued as SirJay finished attaching the last chain.
"I hope you enjoy this ride, boy. I really do." He pulled the ring gag from his back pocket and placed the large rubber-covered ring in dk's mouth then strapped it tightly behind the boy's head. dk could already feel the drool building in his mouth and threatening to run down his chin.
SirJay stepped to the electrical controls for the hoist and lifted dk just a few inches off the ground. dk felt the pressure in his groin on the straps running up the front and back of him. The entire straitjacket tightened against him removing all struggle room. SirJay came back and looked dk in the eye. "Good?" dk's instincts were to say "yes, Sir" but just trying to speak sent the first ribbon of drool down his chin so he simply nodded.
SirJay brought two thickly padded ankle restraints from the pegboard and placed them on dk's dangling ankles. A short pole was attached forcing dk's legs a couple feet apart. SirJay attached a rope to the pole and slowly hoisted dk's legs until the boy was at about a 45 degree angle to the floor. dk watched as a long string of drool left his mouth and traveled slowly to the floor.
SirJay lowered dk to where he was almost touching the floor, then slid Himself under dk and began to give the boy a blowjob. dk writhed in the straitjacket, feeling the cum building in his guts, doing his best to hold back the impending orgasm. SirJay's mouth on his hard dick felt more incredible than anything he'd ever felt.
Knowing the boy was getting close to cumming, SirJay pulled off his dick, slid back, sat up and kissed the boy through the ring gag. He stood and went to the electrical controls and lifted dk a couple feet off the ground.
dk could see SirJay's dick was hard, the Man dripping pre-cum of his own. he loved tasting his own pre-cum but desperately wanted to lick the Man's juice. SirJay went to the backside of dk and the boy felt a lubed finger massaging his hole. he fell apart, consumed with hunger. "Good boy. Slow and easy. Good boy." SirJay took a condom from a nearby table and covered his dripping dick. dk could see him slather more lube on the latex covered cock and then step behind dk, placing His strong hands on dk's suspended hips.
Slowly he pulled the boy back to Him, His cock at the entrance to dk's butthole. dk was breathing deeply, drooling uncontrollably, and moaning with every exhale. he wanted that cock inside him. Slowly, ever so slowly SirJay pulled dk a little more toward him, the tip of His dick now opening the boy's hole, sliding in part way. He pulled out and heard the boy gasp. He added more lube to the boy's hole and more to his cock and began again. This time His dick slid quickly in to the halfway point. "Good boy." And the magic moment occurred. dk relaxed completely and SirJay's dick was swallowed to the base of the shaft.
He began to grind inside the boy. His hips slammed against dk's buttocks. And He felt a fire inside Himself. All sense of reality left Him. All He could think of, all He could feel was the heat of the boy's ass grabbing at His dick and the inferno in His own guts.
dk was long gone from this planet. he had no thoughts, only emotions and desires. he wanted this to last forever. he'd never felt this connected to another man. he ached for His cock to go deeper. he nearly cried as SirJay's cock would begin to pull out of him, and he soared when it slammed into him again.
behind him, dk heard SirJay breathing deeply, his own deep growling moans becoming huskier and more rapid, and with a roar SirJay pulled the suspended, straitjacketed boy all the way to Him, holding the boy against him as he filled the condom with load after load.
Seconds later, still holding the boy's ass tight on His cock, He spit in his hand and reached around to dk's dick and began to stroke it. It took only a few seconds and a few strokes before the boy shot the largest load He'd ever seen. With each stroke, with each load the boy did his best to push himself deeper on to SirJay's cock until he had absolutely no cum and no energy left.
Hours later, after SirJay had released dk, after they'd showered, and after they'd devoured a large delivery pizza, they snuggled together, naked under a blanket on the sofa. It was early Sunday night and it was time to start thinking about the reality of the coming work week. SirJay knew He needed a good night's sleep before heading to work early the next morning. Based on his conversations with dk He knew the boy needed the same.
He roused the boy from a partial slumber. "Time for you to hit the road, kiddo. I've got a big week at work and if you stay here I'll be too distracted to sleep."
dk sat up, then crawled on top of SirJay, straddling his legs, facing Him. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my entire life."
SirJay pulled the boy into Him and gave him a crushing hug. "C'mon. Don't get Me started. We have one thing to do before we get you dressed and out the door."
SirJay went to basement where he retrieved the leather jeans, boots and black t-shirt and the steel chastity tube. dk's clothes had been destroyed on Friday night, but He'd always planned on sending the boy home with this gear. When he came back upstairs dk got a look at the chastity device and his eyes grew large. "I want you to try to wear this for the entire week. We'll meet back here on Friday night, if you're game. I'll use a plastic luggage lock so if there's any real problem you can simply cut the lock and get free. I'd hate for you to have significant trouble and not be able to get out. What do you say?"
dk's head was spinning. For three reasons! One, he'd be in chastity for five days, something he never ever imagined before. Two, he'd be wearing the leather jeans and boots home, and three, he'd been invited back to SirJay's!
"Yes, Sir. I'll try, Sir!"
"Good boy."
"One more thing. I'm sending a big box home with you. Do not open it until I tell you to. I want to chat on-line every night at 7:00, even if just for a few minutes. And I'll tell you when it's time to open the box and I'll let you know how to proceed from there. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
When dk got home, he shrugged off his leather jacket at the door, left the big and heavy box near the coatrack, and was totally shocked when he looked at himself in the mirror. He'd left on Friday night looking like a stringy, greasy waif. he'd come home with the most beautiful high-top buzzcut, something that made his face look more rugged and angular, and he was wearing a black t-shirt and tight, beautiful leather jeans.
he felt a painful surge in his groin, his dick struggling to escape the stainless steel, and he made a vow to himself to avoid black t-shirts, leather jeans and mirrors for the coming week.
One more fun-filled chapter to go. Look later this week!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
An open letter to Newt Gingrich
I don't always agree with ol' Topher, but on this one. He nailed it. 100% Nicely done.
An open letter to Newt Gingrich
An open letter to Newt Gingrich
| by Topher Payne |
| April 01, 2011 00:00 |
 Dear Newt,Can I call you Newt? As a fellow Georgian, I feel we can relate in a down-home, folksy kinda way. We have things in common, you and me. We both like Reese’s peanut butter cups. Neither of us is actually from Georgia. We have funny names. We both failed to have lasting relationships with women. Anyhoo, I saw on the news that you’ve got some interest in being our next president. I don’t know why you would want that. When you’re president, people will come after you for any indiscretion and publicly humiliate you. Remember what happened to Bill Clinton, with the impeachment hearings stemming from his extramarital affair? Oh, silly me, of course you remember that. You were leading the charge against him. While you were having an extramarital affair. Boy, good thing nobody was watching you! You rascal. You revealed your plan to stop the homosexual agenda with “pro-Classical Christianity” governance. I was unfamiliar with this term. Fortunately, Classical Christianity has a website. Don’t you love the internet? I learned from www.classicalchristianity.com that these particular “Christians” openly welcome and accept people with “homosexual or other extramarital sexual impulses.” Yippee. Not sure how we got lumped in with adulterers, but the invite is still appreciated. Oh, but you do have to make a vow of chastity. You can be gay, you just can’t, you know, BE gay. Damn fine print. It’ll get you every time. Delving further into the site, I found a fascinating discussion regarding the sanctity of marriage. Classical Christianity, not surprisingly, is a big fan of pairing up for life. I myself am in favor of that, so we’re on the same page. The Classical Christianity website allows for the possibility that divorce is, on rare occasions, the only choice for a couple. But multiple divorces indicate a man is incapable of leadership, because he cannot manage to commit to the most basic and fundamental of all institutions: marriage. Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you currently on your third wife? So, if you’re truly committed to governing under the ideals of “Classical Christianity,” you should go ahead and announce you are unfit to be president. But if you really want this campaign, make a very bold move. You’re skirting around hate speech by saying marriage equality, hate crimes legislation, and the repeal of DADT run counter to the will of the “overwhelming majority of Americans.” For whatever reason, several presidential contenders seem to believe that the greatest threat to American society is not unemployment, poverty, crime, or the hootenanny of wars we’re currently fighting. It’s those damn non-celibate gays. Well come on, Newt, let’s be bold about it. Run on a platform of outlawing homosexuality altogether. That’ll make you stand out from the pack! Present no economic or defense plan whatsoever. Make your campaign slogan “NEWT 2012: I JUST DON’T LIKE GAY PEOPLE,” and the overwhelming majority of Americans are certain to follow, right? Unless, of course, this is all just you pandering to the fuming and fearful. See, the worst part about all this is that I don’t believe you actually give two shits about “the sanctity of marriage,” or you’d actually stay married to someone. It’s all just talking points for a career politician who knows that disenfranchised Americans need someone to blame for their lot in life. They require a sense of Other. Someone to hate. Someone to hold up for ridicule and say, “You! You’re the reason life isn’t fair!” If you lived in a different time, you could select women, or black people, or Communists, or the Irish. But you live now. So you picked us. Which means your declared religious principles agree with my understanding of right and wrong in a single regard: Neither of us thinks you’re fit to be president. Look at that, we have something else in common. History will judge you the same way it’s judged Senator McCarthy, or George Wallace, or the Puritans. Common sense will prevail. You will be reviled, and then pitied, and then forgotten. And that, Newt, is a small consolation. Topher Payne is an Atlanta-based playwright, and the author of the book “Necessary Luxuries: Notes on a Semi-Fabulous Life.” Find out more at topherpayne.com. |
Friday, April 1, 2011
Mayhem for Men
I made the pig hubby try on this shirt at a recent local fetish flea market. He looked beyond amazing. It's definitely on the wishlist. And since the company, Mayhem for Men, is local I definitely want to work with them and spend my money right here at home.
Check out their website HERE. Lots of cool corsets for women (and a couple of really kinky ones for men!)
Check out their website HERE. Lots of cool corsets for women (and a couple of really kinky ones for men!)
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Further Discoveries
Part III of the newest saga.
Couple more chapters to come.
FURTHER DISCOVERIES
dk peered out into the darkness, clueless as to what time it was. There was merely a whisper of light in the dungeon allowing him to orient himself based on the large dark shapes that he'd seen in the dungeon. To his left was the barber chair. To his right the large bondage table. In the distance he thought he could make out the doorway to the staircase.
he shifted and felt himself swinging in the globe-like suspended cage SirJay had put him in following their return from the leather bar. That had been several hours ago, dk thought. Or maybe it had only been minutes. he truly wasn't sure. he was still fully dressed in the leather jeans, boots, straitjacket, and hood that SirJay had forced him to wear to the bar. And he was painfully aware that the chastity belt with the stainless steel tube was firmly locked in place.
And he was happy. And he knew he was safe. SirJay had shown him the baby monitor mounted directly above the cage. If at any time dk had any problem he merely had to call out and SirJay would be there in seconds.
he had become one with the garments, his leathered body controlled by SirJay, protected and restrained at one time. While his penis frequently fought the control of the cold steel, dk fully understood how it made him focus his energies elsewhere. When they'd returned from the bar and it was clear the chastity was not coming off, dk had been able to funnel his energies into the service of SirJay, a task he relished. While he might not know much about bondage, dk had a good deal experience taking dick in his mouth. he relished the thought of the orgasm SirJay had had and the cum load that had filled his mouth.
dk let his mind wander, remembering the bizare adventures of the previous night. After being carefully seat-buckled in the front seat of a big pickup, they'd made the short trip to the leather bar. On the ride over He'd spoken very little: "I will keep you near My side all night long. With the collar and leash it will be clear that you belong to Me and only Me. Do you understand?"
dk had grunted a "yes, Sir" from under the hood.
"I know this is definitely stepping outside your comfort zone. Hell!, it's a little outside My own! But the men at this bar are good people, and trust Me, every Top is going to be jealous of Me, and every single bottom is going to wish he was in your place."
dk had tried to absorb what the Man was saying. he couldn't imagine actually being out in public in the get-up he was wearing. At the same time his dick was straining within the miniature metal cell .
"You need to remember a few things only. Speak only when spoken to by Me. No one else. And then all you need to say is 'Yes, Sir; No, Sir; or "Thank You, Sir.' When I put a hand on your shoulder I want you to kneel. If I want you standing I'll pull up on the leash. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
dk was amazed at how he felt hearing those last two words. What had been a warm glow deep inside him grew exponentially. Hearing SirJay call him a "good boy" had made the tension go away, the fears subside, and his breathing deepen. he had let a deep sigh release from him and the warmth seemed to fill his entire body. Even thinking back to it now made dk release yet more tension.
The actual time in the bar had gone by quickly and SirJay had lived up to every promise. When he'd snuck peeks at the crowd around them he could see the envy of practically every boy in the place. SirJay had spent time talking to several of the men in the bar, but always kept a firm grip on the leash. Halfway through the night dk had begun to feel some cramping in his arms and shoulders. SirJay seemed to recognize immediately what was the problem and had loosened several of the straps a couple of notches to give dk room to shift a bit in the jacket. That had been enough.
dk chuckled inside his cage. The strangest moment had been when SirJay had taken him to the restroom. There was a long trough-style urinal and several men were taking leaks. SirJay held the leash in such a way that dk was forced to stand behind him while he peed. When he had finished he turned around, put a hand on dk's shoulder and pushed him to the floor. He pushed his dick through the leather mouth-hole of the hood and into dk's mouth forcing him to take the last few drops of salty piss and lick SirJay's dick clean. After that He'd pushed dk to the trough, where He unzipped the leather jeans and helped dk to relieve himself as well. dk had heard several murmurs from the crowd watching.
dk closed his eyes, sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position inside the spherical cage. As before, his shifting caused the cage to swing and swivel. As the swinging slowed dk drifted off to sleep, a small smile on his face, hidden by the thick leather hood.
Upstairs SirJay could hear the movement of the cage through a small speaker, but he heard no whimper, no cry for help and when he listened closely he thought he heard a faint snore from the boy. He closed His eyes and drifted off.
The next thing time dk awoke the whisper of light in the basement had turned to a trickle from a frosted window in the corner. Forgetting he was in the cage, he tried to sit up but banged his head against the top of the cage. Quickly he remembered every event that had led him to his confinement. he could make out more distinct shapes in the basement and he realized the sun must have risen. his typical morning hard-on was filling the steel tube painfully and he desperately needed to pee.
Above him he heard creaking floorboards, then the door to the basement opening. A few seconds later he could make out the naked form of SirJay walking across the basement floor.
"Good morning, hot stuff! I see you didn't go anywhere! And I'm very proud of you for being able to stay in here all night. Most boys freak out after an hour or so, which is cool, but you hung in there all night long. I'm impressed."
dk muttered through the hood, "Thank you, Sir."
"C'mon, let's get you out of there, showered, and get some food in you. We've got a full day ahead of us." dk wasn't sure what to make of the last statement, but he thought it better not to ask questions at this time.
SirJay lowered the cage to the floor using an electric hoist, unlocked it, and helped dk crawl out. dk was barely able to stand on his own, many of his muscles sore and cramped from the overnight imprisonment. SirJay undid the collar and hood first, then slowly unbuckled the straitjacket, sliding it off dk's torso and setting it on top of the cage. He helped dk sit and remove the boots and finally off came the leather jeans. dk presumed that the chastity device would be removed now too, but SirJay showed no indication that that was going to happen.
SirJay led dk to an area under the stairs where a full bathroom had been installed. SirJay pointed to the toilet and told dk to pee which he did. He handed dk a toothbrush, showed him the toothpaste, and started the jets on a large walk-in shower. When dk finished brushing his teeth SirJay led him to the shower, pulled the boy in with him and they proceeded to scrub each other head to toe. As they rinsed off, SirJay pushed dk to his knees and pulled the boy's eager mouth to his semi-hard dick. dk took it in, hungry for it, so glad he could do this again for SirJay.
Above him, SirJay was growling and starting to thrust his hips harder, holding the boy's head firmly against his groin. And with a startling abruptness he pulled his cock out, pulled the boy up, turned the water off, threw a towel to dk, and proceeded to towel Himself off.
dk was stricken. he was sure he'd done something wrong. SirJay saw the look on dk's face and started to laugh. "I'm not a porno star, kiddo. I got one, maybe two good loads a day and I have way too much planned for us today to give up a load this early! C'mon! Get dry. I'll make breakfast and then we need to hit the road."
Breakfast was protein on top of protein and dk ate voraciously. SirJay even laughed as dk reached for seconds on both the bacon and sausage. After breakfast SirJay took him back downstairs to the room on the left with all the gear and clothing. He brought the jeans, boots and collar dk had worn the previous night and found a tight black t-shirt for the boy to wear. For Himself He selected similar leather jeans and boots along with a blue denim shirt. dk watched Him dress, sorry to see the naked body covered, but amazed at how handsome the Man was with His gear on.
"Okay, kiddo, upstairs and out to the pickup. You're okay being with Me all day, yes?"
dk was a little stunned. he hadn't actually thought their date would extend past Friday night, but he knew the answer to the question. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" SirJay smiled at the response and gave dk a shove up the stairs.
The events of the day turned out to be mostly mundane. A quick trip to an ATM, stopping for groceries, picking up some items to repair a leaking faucet, lunch at a fast food joint (where dk couldn't stop noticing all the stares the pair of them were getting), and last, a stop at the local leather store where SirJay picked up a couple of items he'd had repaired.
SirJay had encouraged him to wander around the store while he chatted with the manager. dk was intoxicated with the rich leather smell that permeated the store and intrigued with the incredible variety of bondage and s/m devices. he was touching the buttery smooth tails of the floggers when SirJay appeared at his side. "C'mon, boy, time to head home."
After they unloaded all SirJay's purchases SirJay brought dk to the living room. He sat on the sofa and indicated that dk should join him, not next to Him on the sofa, but on the floor next to his boots.
dk knelt and eventually curled into the leather covered legs of SirJay, holding on tight.
"Okay. Time to have a chat. Tell Me what's going on inside your head."
dk was caught off guard. How was he supposed to explain how happy he was, how "right" this all felt. Okay, so the chastity was starting to get on his nerves a little, but it was such a small sacrifice compared to all he'd experienced with SirJay. dk stayed silent trying to search for words, and unable to do so.
After a few minutes SirJay broke the silence with a laugh. "Okay, okay! Maybe a little too open-ended on that question. How about we start with, was there anything you didn't like, that felt wrong, or against what you believe in?"
"No, Sir."
"At the other end of the spectrum, what was the best thing, for you, in these past two days?"
dk didn't have to think about it. "Hearing you call me a 'good boy', Sir."
SirJay pondered this for a moment then with a twinkle in his eye asked, "One more question. Do you know what lesbians and leathermen bring on their second date?"
dk was clueless what SirJay was asking. "i....i...i don't know, Sir."
"A U-Haul." SirJay roared at his own joke. "I know it's early to even think about it, but I got really good feelings about being with you. Now what say you to the notion that we head back downstairs and try out some more gear?"
Like a puppy on steroids dk leapt to his feet. "Yes, Sir!"
dk didn't have to be pushed down the stairs this time, he was so anxious to have the chance to be there with SirJay again. At the foot of the stairs SirJay guided him to the dressing room and instructed him to remove all the clothing. He showed dk how each item was stored and dk payed close attention placing each item, including those of SirJay, on it's proper hanger and on the correct boot rack. he was naked now except for the collar around his neck and the steel chastity on his dick.
SirJay pulled the boy into His chest and kissed him deeply, His tongue exploring the corners of dk's mouth. dk's dick was beginning to throb painfully in the steel tube and he squirmed. "I suppose you want that thing off for a while, eh?"
dk grimaced. "Please, Sir?" SirJay chuckled and reached for the keys he'd left on the chair in the dressing room. SirJay removed the chastity and dk's dick responded immediately by leaping upward. SirJay gave it a little smack and used it as a leash to pull the boy into the dungeon area.
SirJay brought dk over to the large leather-covered bondage table. "Lean over, boy, and spread your cheeks." dk started to get a bit nervous. he'd only been fucked a few times in his life and it hadn't always been pleasant, but he did as SirJay ordered.
SirJay got a bottle of lube and poured a copious amount in his right hand and began rubbing dk's anus slowly and methodically. With his left hand he stroked dk's head, scratching him behind the ears, massaging his neck and generally encouraging the boy to relax. With no warning, but also with no pain, he slid a finger up the boy's butthole. An involuntary groan escaped from dk.
"Good boy. That's it. Good boy. Just relax. If it hurts, tell Me. You are such a good boy."
And with each "good boy" dk felt the warmth inside him return. And when the second finger entered and the second groan escaped there was something inside him that seemed to be saying "more, give me more." SirJay added more lube to his right hand, and continued massaging the boy's butthole. He could feel the boy beginning to writhe and moan in harmony to the massage. It was a good sign. Slipping his fingers out, he went to the peg board and retrieved a metal buttplug, not too large, but certainly large enough to fill the boy's hole. Lubing it up he placed it at the very opening of the boy's ass and slowly began to push it in.
dk gasped at the coldness of the metal, but he did not try to back away from it. That urgent message of "more" filled his head as a mantra. he took a deep breath, exhaled, and felt the entire metal cylinder slide smoothly into place. SirJay stroked the back of his head. "Good boy. I'm proud of you. Now climb up on top of the table and lay on your back. We've got a lot more to do."
When dk was up on the table and flat on his back SirJay began to restrain dk to the table. To dk there seemed to be hundreds of straps covering him. he tested his arms and legs after the straps were all applied and he realized he couldn't move an inch. he was completely vulnerable, but his cock told the real story. A steady stream of precum was leaking from him unlike any other time he could remember. The last strap SirJay attached was one across dk's forehead. Now dk couldn't even lift his head to view his own strings of precum.
SirJay stepped back to admire His work. This kid was so beautiful. So beautiful both in and out of bondage. And it was quite clear the boy loved every element of bondage. He'd done the cage test on practically every boy he'd ever played with. None had lasted the night. Some had even been pretty nasty about it. Not dk.
SirJay retrieved the ErosTek electrical machine but kept it out of sight of dk, placing it between the boy's knees. He attached the lead wires to the plug in the boy's ass and slowly dialed the number of the pulse to 30% then 35%. When he hit 40% he heard a gasp escape from dk.
He walked to the top of the table and saw a little fear in the boy's eyes. "Relax and go with it. It tingles right now, yes?" dk nodded the best he could with his head strapped down. "As it goes higher it will begin to pulse in your ass, almost like you're getting fucked, a non-stop pounding earth-shattering fuck. But I'll only turn it up from here on out when you tell Me to. Understand? You're in charge of how high it goes. And when you want it off, just say so. Yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
For the next hour the pulsing and pounding in dk's ass was relentless. But the boy never backed down. SirJay began teasing the boy's cock, stroking it slowly, making the boy moan and try to grind his hips upward. Every few minutes dk would gasp, "Sir?" And SirJay would respond, "More?"
"Please, Sir."
"Good boy."
When SirJay finally dialed the ErosTek to 80% He knew he'd reached the boy's limit. He left it there, put fresh lube on his hand and began to stroke the boy with long hard strokes. He knew the boy would cum very soon. his breathing was ragged, his hips were bucking.
"Boy?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Ask permission to cum. Never cum without Me saying it's okay. Understand?"
Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, May I please cum, Sir. I am so close, Sir. Please, Sir" The words were falling out of dk's mouth and SirJay could see him grimace as he tried to hold back the impending orgasm.
"Shoot for Me, boy. Do it now."
dk literally screamed as the first huge load escaped shooting straight into the air. The scream was followed by dozens of smaller screams and grunts as SirJay continued to stroke the boy. He reached over and turned the electro off, but continued to slowly stroke the boy's cock.
dk actually started to giggle, squirm and buck. "Oh, please Sir. No. Please! Oh God, please stop." Now was when the straps on the table were called upon to do their real job.
dk's screaming and laughing was music to SirJay's ears and as He continued to stroke the boy in his current giddy insanity, He filled his left hand with the cum from the boy, put His paw on His own cock and began working Himself to orgasm.
Couple more chapters to come.
FURTHER DISCOVERIES
dk peered out into the darkness, clueless as to what time it was. There was merely a whisper of light in the dungeon allowing him to orient himself based on the large dark shapes that he'd seen in the dungeon. To his left was the barber chair. To his right the large bondage table. In the distance he thought he could make out the doorway to the staircase.
he shifted and felt himself swinging in the globe-like suspended cage SirJay had put him in following their return from the leather bar. That had been several hours ago, dk thought. Or maybe it had only been minutes. he truly wasn't sure. he was still fully dressed in the leather jeans, boots, straitjacket, and hood that SirJay had forced him to wear to the bar. And he was painfully aware that the chastity belt with the stainless steel tube was firmly locked in place.
And he was happy. And he knew he was safe. SirJay had shown him the baby monitor mounted directly above the cage. If at any time dk had any problem he merely had to call out and SirJay would be there in seconds.
he had become one with the garments, his leathered body controlled by SirJay, protected and restrained at one time. While his penis frequently fought the control of the cold steel, dk fully understood how it made him focus his energies elsewhere. When they'd returned from the bar and it was clear the chastity was not coming off, dk had been able to funnel his energies into the service of SirJay, a task he relished. While he might not know much about bondage, dk had a good deal experience taking dick in his mouth. he relished the thought of the orgasm SirJay had had and the cum load that had filled his mouth.
dk let his mind wander, remembering the bizare adventures of the previous night. After being carefully seat-buckled in the front seat of a big pickup, they'd made the short trip to the leather bar. On the ride over He'd spoken very little: "I will keep you near My side all night long. With the collar and leash it will be clear that you belong to Me and only Me. Do you understand?"
dk had grunted a "yes, Sir" from under the hood.
"I know this is definitely stepping outside your comfort zone. Hell!, it's a little outside My own! But the men at this bar are good people, and trust Me, every Top is going to be jealous of Me, and every single bottom is going to wish he was in your place."
dk had tried to absorb what the Man was saying. he couldn't imagine actually being out in public in the get-up he was wearing. At the same time his dick was straining within the miniature metal cell .
"You need to remember a few things only. Speak only when spoken to by Me. No one else. And then all you need to say is 'Yes, Sir; No, Sir; or "Thank You, Sir.' When I put a hand on your shoulder I want you to kneel. If I want you standing I'll pull up on the leash. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
dk was amazed at how he felt hearing those last two words. What had been a warm glow deep inside him grew exponentially. Hearing SirJay call him a "good boy" had made the tension go away, the fears subside, and his breathing deepen. he had let a deep sigh release from him and the warmth seemed to fill his entire body. Even thinking back to it now made dk release yet more tension.
The actual time in the bar had gone by quickly and SirJay had lived up to every promise. When he'd snuck peeks at the crowd around them he could see the envy of practically every boy in the place. SirJay had spent time talking to several of the men in the bar, but always kept a firm grip on the leash. Halfway through the night dk had begun to feel some cramping in his arms and shoulders. SirJay seemed to recognize immediately what was the problem and had loosened several of the straps a couple of notches to give dk room to shift a bit in the jacket. That had been enough.
dk chuckled inside his cage. The strangest moment had been when SirJay had taken him to the restroom. There was a long trough-style urinal and several men were taking leaks. SirJay held the leash in such a way that dk was forced to stand behind him while he peed. When he had finished he turned around, put a hand on dk's shoulder and pushed him to the floor. He pushed his dick through the leather mouth-hole of the hood and into dk's mouth forcing him to take the last few drops of salty piss and lick SirJay's dick clean. After that He'd pushed dk to the trough, where He unzipped the leather jeans and helped dk to relieve himself as well. dk had heard several murmurs from the crowd watching.
dk closed his eyes, sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position inside the spherical cage. As before, his shifting caused the cage to swing and swivel. As the swinging slowed dk drifted off to sleep, a small smile on his face, hidden by the thick leather hood.
Upstairs SirJay could hear the movement of the cage through a small speaker, but he heard no whimper, no cry for help and when he listened closely he thought he heard a faint snore from the boy. He closed His eyes and drifted off.
The next thing time dk awoke the whisper of light in the basement had turned to a trickle from a frosted window in the corner. Forgetting he was in the cage, he tried to sit up but banged his head against the top of the cage. Quickly he remembered every event that had led him to his confinement. he could make out more distinct shapes in the basement and he realized the sun must have risen. his typical morning hard-on was filling the steel tube painfully and he desperately needed to pee.
Above him he heard creaking floorboards, then the door to the basement opening. A few seconds later he could make out the naked form of SirJay walking across the basement floor.
"Good morning, hot stuff! I see you didn't go anywhere! And I'm very proud of you for being able to stay in here all night. Most boys freak out after an hour or so, which is cool, but you hung in there all night long. I'm impressed."
dk muttered through the hood, "Thank you, Sir."
"C'mon, let's get you out of there, showered, and get some food in you. We've got a full day ahead of us." dk wasn't sure what to make of the last statement, but he thought it better not to ask questions at this time.
SirJay lowered the cage to the floor using an electric hoist, unlocked it, and helped dk crawl out. dk was barely able to stand on his own, many of his muscles sore and cramped from the overnight imprisonment. SirJay undid the collar and hood first, then slowly unbuckled the straitjacket, sliding it off dk's torso and setting it on top of the cage. He helped dk sit and remove the boots and finally off came the leather jeans. dk presumed that the chastity device would be removed now too, but SirJay showed no indication that that was going to happen.
SirJay led dk to an area under the stairs where a full bathroom had been installed. SirJay pointed to the toilet and told dk to pee which he did. He handed dk a toothbrush, showed him the toothpaste, and started the jets on a large walk-in shower. When dk finished brushing his teeth SirJay led him to the shower, pulled the boy in with him and they proceeded to scrub each other head to toe. As they rinsed off, SirJay pushed dk to his knees and pulled the boy's eager mouth to his semi-hard dick. dk took it in, hungry for it, so glad he could do this again for SirJay.
Above him, SirJay was growling and starting to thrust his hips harder, holding the boy's head firmly against his groin. And with a startling abruptness he pulled his cock out, pulled the boy up, turned the water off, threw a towel to dk, and proceeded to towel Himself off.
dk was stricken. he was sure he'd done something wrong. SirJay saw the look on dk's face and started to laugh. "I'm not a porno star, kiddo. I got one, maybe two good loads a day and I have way too much planned for us today to give up a load this early! C'mon! Get dry. I'll make breakfast and then we need to hit the road."
Breakfast was protein on top of protein and dk ate voraciously. SirJay even laughed as dk reached for seconds on both the bacon and sausage. After breakfast SirJay took him back downstairs to the room on the left with all the gear and clothing. He brought the jeans, boots and collar dk had worn the previous night and found a tight black t-shirt for the boy to wear. For Himself He selected similar leather jeans and boots along with a blue denim shirt. dk watched Him dress, sorry to see the naked body covered, but amazed at how handsome the Man was with His gear on.
"Okay, kiddo, upstairs and out to the pickup. You're okay being with Me all day, yes?"
dk was a little stunned. he hadn't actually thought their date would extend past Friday night, but he knew the answer to the question. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" SirJay smiled at the response and gave dk a shove up the stairs.
The events of the day turned out to be mostly mundane. A quick trip to an ATM, stopping for groceries, picking up some items to repair a leaking faucet, lunch at a fast food joint (where dk couldn't stop noticing all the stares the pair of them were getting), and last, a stop at the local leather store where SirJay picked up a couple of items he'd had repaired.
SirJay had encouraged him to wander around the store while he chatted with the manager. dk was intoxicated with the rich leather smell that permeated the store and intrigued with the incredible variety of bondage and s/m devices. he was touching the buttery smooth tails of the floggers when SirJay appeared at his side. "C'mon, boy, time to head home."
After they unloaded all SirJay's purchases SirJay brought dk to the living room. He sat on the sofa and indicated that dk should join him, not next to Him on the sofa, but on the floor next to his boots.
dk knelt and eventually curled into the leather covered legs of SirJay, holding on tight.
"Okay. Time to have a chat. Tell Me what's going on inside your head."
dk was caught off guard. How was he supposed to explain how happy he was, how "right" this all felt. Okay, so the chastity was starting to get on his nerves a little, but it was such a small sacrifice compared to all he'd experienced with SirJay. dk stayed silent trying to search for words, and unable to do so.
After a few minutes SirJay broke the silence with a laugh. "Okay, okay! Maybe a little too open-ended on that question. How about we start with, was there anything you didn't like, that felt wrong, or against what you believe in?"
"No, Sir."
"At the other end of the spectrum, what was the best thing, for you, in these past two days?"
dk didn't have to think about it. "Hearing you call me a 'good boy', Sir."
SirJay pondered this for a moment then with a twinkle in his eye asked, "One more question. Do you know what lesbians and leathermen bring on their second date?"
dk was clueless what SirJay was asking. "i....i...i don't know, Sir."
"A U-Haul." SirJay roared at his own joke. "I know it's early to even think about it, but I got really good feelings about being with you. Now what say you to the notion that we head back downstairs and try out some more gear?"
Like a puppy on steroids dk leapt to his feet. "Yes, Sir!"
dk didn't have to be pushed down the stairs this time, he was so anxious to have the chance to be there with SirJay again. At the foot of the stairs SirJay guided him to the dressing room and instructed him to remove all the clothing. He showed dk how each item was stored and dk payed close attention placing each item, including those of SirJay, on it's proper hanger and on the correct boot rack. he was naked now except for the collar around his neck and the steel chastity on his dick.
SirJay pulled the boy into His chest and kissed him deeply, His tongue exploring the corners of dk's mouth. dk's dick was beginning to throb painfully in the steel tube and he squirmed. "I suppose you want that thing off for a while, eh?"
dk grimaced. "Please, Sir?" SirJay chuckled and reached for the keys he'd left on the chair in the dressing room. SirJay removed the chastity and dk's dick responded immediately by leaping upward. SirJay gave it a little smack and used it as a leash to pull the boy into the dungeon area.
SirJay brought dk over to the large leather-covered bondage table. "Lean over, boy, and spread your cheeks." dk started to get a bit nervous. he'd only been fucked a few times in his life and it hadn't always been pleasant, but he did as SirJay ordered.
SirJay got a bottle of lube and poured a copious amount in his right hand and began rubbing dk's anus slowly and methodically. With his left hand he stroked dk's head, scratching him behind the ears, massaging his neck and generally encouraging the boy to relax. With no warning, but also with no pain, he slid a finger up the boy's butthole. An involuntary groan escaped from dk.
"Good boy. That's it. Good boy. Just relax. If it hurts, tell Me. You are such a good boy."
And with each "good boy" dk felt the warmth inside him return. And when the second finger entered and the second groan escaped there was something inside him that seemed to be saying "more, give me more." SirJay added more lube to his right hand, and continued massaging the boy's butthole. He could feel the boy beginning to writhe and moan in harmony to the massage. It was a good sign. Slipping his fingers out, he went to the peg board and retrieved a metal buttplug, not too large, but certainly large enough to fill the boy's hole. Lubing it up he placed it at the very opening of the boy's ass and slowly began to push it in.
dk gasped at the coldness of the metal, but he did not try to back away from it. That urgent message of "more" filled his head as a mantra. he took a deep breath, exhaled, and felt the entire metal cylinder slide smoothly into place. SirJay stroked the back of his head. "Good boy. I'm proud of you. Now climb up on top of the table and lay on your back. We've got a lot more to do."
When dk was up on the table and flat on his back SirJay began to restrain dk to the table. To dk there seemed to be hundreds of straps covering him. he tested his arms and legs after the straps were all applied and he realized he couldn't move an inch. he was completely vulnerable, but his cock told the real story. A steady stream of precum was leaking from him unlike any other time he could remember. The last strap SirJay attached was one across dk's forehead. Now dk couldn't even lift his head to view his own strings of precum.
SirJay stepped back to admire His work. This kid was so beautiful. So beautiful both in and out of bondage. And it was quite clear the boy loved every element of bondage. He'd done the cage test on practically every boy he'd ever played with. None had lasted the night. Some had even been pretty nasty about it. Not dk.
SirJay retrieved the ErosTek electrical machine but kept it out of sight of dk, placing it between the boy's knees. He attached the lead wires to the plug in the boy's ass and slowly dialed the number of the pulse to 30% then 35%. When he hit 40% he heard a gasp escape from dk.
He walked to the top of the table and saw a little fear in the boy's eyes. "Relax and go with it. It tingles right now, yes?" dk nodded the best he could with his head strapped down. "As it goes higher it will begin to pulse in your ass, almost like you're getting fucked, a non-stop pounding earth-shattering fuck. But I'll only turn it up from here on out when you tell Me to. Understand? You're in charge of how high it goes. And when you want it off, just say so. Yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
For the next hour the pulsing and pounding in dk's ass was relentless. But the boy never backed down. SirJay began teasing the boy's cock, stroking it slowly, making the boy moan and try to grind his hips upward. Every few minutes dk would gasp, "Sir?" And SirJay would respond, "More?"
"Please, Sir."
"Good boy."
When SirJay finally dialed the ErosTek to 80% He knew he'd reached the boy's limit. He left it there, put fresh lube on his hand and began to stroke the boy with long hard strokes. He knew the boy would cum very soon. his breathing was ragged, his hips were bucking.
"Boy?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Ask permission to cum. Never cum without Me saying it's okay. Understand?"
Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, May I please cum, Sir. I am so close, Sir. Please, Sir" The words were falling out of dk's mouth and SirJay could see him grimace as he tried to hold back the impending orgasm.
"Shoot for Me, boy. Do it now."
dk literally screamed as the first huge load escaped shooting straight into the air. The scream was followed by dozens of smaller screams and grunts as SirJay continued to stroke the boy. He reached over and turned the electro off, but continued to slowly stroke the boy's cock.
dk actually started to giggle, squirm and buck. "Oh, please Sir. No. Please! Oh God, please stop." Now was when the straps on the table were called upon to do their real job.
dk's screaming and laughing was music to SirJay's ears and as He continued to stroke the boy in his current giddy insanity, He filled his left hand with the cum from the boy, put His paw on His own cock and began working Himself to orgasm.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Knowledge Is Power
I first saw this at "A Master and His Slave", one of the best blogs you'll ever hope to find in blogdom. Not only do I think this set of "commandments" is terrific, the entire site that it's taken from can help all of us (even if it's aimed at those darn heterosexuals...LOL). You definitely should bookmark http://www.the-iron-gate.com/ if you're interested in learning more about our wonderful BDSM world.
10 Commandments for Newbies
Author: LadyMary03
I. THOU SHALT BE RELENTLESS IN YOUR SEARCH OF KNOWLEDGE ...for there are many who are willing and eager to guide and assist you in your search
II. THOU SHALT NOT BE HAUGHTY OF MIND ...for we all are still learning and growing. There is no shame in not knowing a right word or how to do something. Always keep an open and humble mind when it comes to learning.
III. THOU SHALT BE STEADFAST AND BOLD OF HEART ...for there are those who will try to humiliate you and belittle you for their egos sake. (example: "for a newbie-you sure have opinions" "newbies should be seen and not heard" "this isn't a beginners forum")
IV. THOU SHALT BE RESPECTFUL OF OTHERS ...for we should all respect each other as humans and as part of the same community. Even if opinions clash it is possible to disagree without being disagreeable keeping a sense of respect for one another.
V. THOU SHALT SEEK OUT THOSE OF LIKE KIND ...for there are chat rooms, munches, socials and parties readily available to give you an opportunity to make acquaintances. You are not alone.
VI. THOU SHALT NOT FEEL PRESSURED TO PERFORM FOR OTHERS SAKE ...for there are those who will mock where you are comfortable with. Perhaps you are only comfortable giving/taking mild spankings whereas an edge playing sadist/masochist may snub you feeling superior. They are not. The only right way to be is the right way for you!
VII. THOU SHALT NOT JUDGE LEST YE BE JUDGED ...for each relationship is special and unique between the people directly involved. As an observer you may not understand it but you don't have to as long as the people involved are in concensual agreement.
VIII. THOU SHALT BE KIND ONE TO ANOTHER ...for we are all part of the same community. Insults and Flaming weaken the whole. We are fortunate because we have 4 cheeks to turn thus we should be even more forgiving of each others faults.
IX. THOU SHALT BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR YOUR ACTIONS ...for with the availability of knowledge and the forums for opinions there is little reason to act in ignorance which may lead to unfortunate experiences. This means proper understanding of safe, sane and concensual play including negotiation and safewords and communicating your wants & needs efficiently. Do not assume others can read your every thought.
X. THOU SHALT BE TRUE TO YOURSELF ...for you are wonderful and unique in your individual way. There is no specific way a Dominant/Submissive must be. We are all distinctive jewels with our own remarkable personalities. There is no mold.
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