Thursday, September 22, 2011

Story:An Unexpected Shipment, Part 1

An Unexpected Shipment

Part 1

Bondage, nonconsensual, abduction, anal, latex, chastity
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Kevin was heading back to his console in the datacenter after lunch when he caught sight of “him” again. The new rigger was hauling a large crate around on a dolly, heading to the freight elevator.
He wasn’t just big; he was Big, with a capital B. The rigger was a few inches taller than his’s own 6’2”. The rigger’s arms were thick cables of muscle extending out from a red plaid, short-sleeved and buttoned shirt. The thin fabric of the shirt seemed painted on by the sweat caused by the Texas summer heat.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 6

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 6

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi
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You've probably been wondering where I've been for a while, leaving my story incomplete. The last chapter in my memoir here was actually an excerpt from the diary of Mr. Francis Blackstone, my former employer. Some may call him my owner, but that was far from the truth. A fact that Mr. Blackstone never realized at the time. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I believe when Mr. Blackstone had just left me and...
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I was coiling on floor in pain. It was dark here and my eyes blurred to uselessness with tears. My world shrunk down feeling peals of burning like fire rip across my skin in all directions. Where the skin didn't feel like burning, it was tearing open in small little holes across my entire body. Small little holes which were being stretched open and then snapping shut. Stars burst in my eyes as I writhed on the floor, shaking.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Story:Cicero, chapter 4

Cicero



Chapter 4 – On Duty

Contains: Rubber, scifi, bondage, mind control, nonconsensual,
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The red panda exploded out of the door into the alley, the steel portal slamming with a resounding thud and swinging back to closed as Cicero burst through behind him, in full charge. Apparently, no one told Tozier that trying to run from a charging rhinoceros was a bad idea. Luckily for Tozier, Cicero's mother had taught Cicero to turn his head to the side when chasing someone down. No kid wants to get gored while playing tag.
Cicero was right on the panda's tail coming out the door. In Tozier's moment of indecision of which direction to run, he was caught. The full weight of the charging rhino slammed into him, throwing them both into brick wall opposite the door and then rebounding onto the ground. The force of the impact winded them both.
Irritated and angry, Cicero quickly gathered his wits, grabbed his cuffs and handcuffed the prone panda behind his back. Cicero stood, one booted hoof planted on the small of Tozier's back while he pulled up on the cuffs, awkwardly and almost painfully stretching the Panda's arms back behind him.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 5

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 5

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi
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I watched the lad through the monitors. He was definitely as promising as my Associate at the Abyss Bar has told me. One day, I hope to find out where his insight into the minds of these boys comes from. The deliveryman was equally interesting. I may ask my Associate if he could arrange that as well some time.
‘My Associate’, that’s how I thought of him. I’d heard him give a half-dozen different names over the past several years when we’d come in contact with each other. Each of them was a legitimate legal entity. Over the years, I’d run investigations into one identity or the other. My inquiries never turned up anything out of the ordinary. In one case, my investigator disappeared. I got the message, “Okay, mate. You’ve had your fun, now stop digging.” None of them, I was certain, was the real man. Who was I, though, to question the man’s preference for privacy? He has never questioned my desire for silence in my home. So I let it drop.
Silence is golden, and my home is quiet. The door hinges are oiled, the floors carpeted. There is not but one squeaking floor board in the place… in the palace. In a city of millions of people, I certainly own a mansion: The top three floors in one of the older building in the city. I’ve earned it. Over the years, I’ve made fortunes and lost them, only to make a larger fortune the next time. Coming close to a half-century in age, though, I decided it was time to stop amassing fortunes and enjoy this one.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Photos: PaulC and Scott

My friend Paul asked me a few weeks ago to take some pictures of him and his boy Scott (of SquarePeg Toys fame). I like having the opportunity to take pictures of guys in their gear in public settings. Yeah, I want to do portraiture, but I also want to do public type stuff.

2011-07-07 Scott & Paul-30a
2011-07-07 Paul-132011-07-07 Scott-07
2011-07-07 Paul-072011-07-07 Scott & Paul-05

The whole set of the PaulC and Scott, 2011/07/07 is available on my flickr account.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 4

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 4

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi
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My wandering mind lost track of time until I heard the voice again. "Boy." As the voice spoke, the panel at the bottom of the door opened, and a rubber mat was slid through, just inside the door. "Go over to rubber pad and kneel down, facing away from the door. The mat is the boy's reward for being good. Continued good behavior will provide more rewards. As the boy's rewards increase, punishments for misbehavior will also increase. Now move."
I quickly got up and walked the few feet to the mat, which was well within reach of my wall-leash. I could see there was a metal support frame around the rubber pad, with little sockets along the frame. The Voice, as I began to think of my keeper, spoke again. "See the holes in the frame. A smart boy would match up the holes with the pegs on the boy's restraints."
Lining up the pegs on the metal pods around my hands with the holes, my hands felt pulled down, and then locked into place. Magnets must have guided them down. My hands weren't moving, no matter how I tried to move them. And they were right under my neck. I knew if I tried to lean down too far, the collar touching my restraints would be painful.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Blogs: RowdyMike's Tumblr

My "little bro", RowdyMike, has been doing meta-blogs for years.  His latest is a Tumblr blog under the same name, http://rowdymike.tumblr.com/

Every few days, and sometimes many on the same day, RowdyMike will post pics of hot men, and link to where he found the pictures.  He's provided me with quite a bit of masturbatory material over the years.  (Okay, so I can't jerk off at the moment, it's still friggin horny!)

You can also find some older pics RowdyMike found hot at his older WordPress site, Hot Jock of the Day, which hasn't been updated in a few years.

But here's some samples of his latest finds:

I think I can, I think I can! - Marine pulls humvee

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Story:Cicero, chapter 2

Cicero


Chapter 2 – The unexpected mating


Contains: Rubber, scifi, bondage, mind control, nonconsensual, Furry/Anthropomorphics
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Cicero stood in the doorway to his balcony after his shower, taking in the night air and staring up into the sky. It was late spring and coming up on his birthday in a few days. In preparation, he’d scheduled some time off from work for this long weekend. Thinking to himself, Cicero pondered his birthday plans, “Maybe I’ll do a road trip out into…”
Cicero’s thoughts were cut short by a strange sound from above. He looked up at the clear night and saw only stars. He got a nice view of several constellations, even the faint ones like . . . “It was there just a moment ago.” A star just above the horizon was blotted out, as if something a blind were pulled over it. He heard the strange sound grow stronger, like a whistling sound. “Maybe some kids are setting off fireworks.”
He started to turn to go dig out his telescope and get a better look at the sky, one of his few relaxing and tame hobbies when a glimmer caught his eye. Something shiny in the sky in the direction of the star, reflecting. He was looking back over his shoulder when it happened all in an instant.
*SLAM*
Something small and wet hit him hard in the middle of his back as he was walking away from the balcony. Cicero’s first thought was “My god, I’ve been shot!” The force of the impact felt like the time he’d taken a bullet in the back, protected by his bulletproof vest.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Truth: Feb 2011 Edition: Are you ready for some football?

Okay, so obviously I'm more than a bit late with this one. I had been asked by [info]fauxpawroo :

Request: Football gear bondage photos? I dunno if you have football gear but if you do I would love these forever because you are gorgeous and that would be an amazing combo :OOOO

also I have no idea what to ask lol

She asked this, of course, before I put back on 20 pounds. But that's the way the cookie crumbles. That and finding a photographer/top combination for this isn't that easy.

In the mean time, I've posted these pics and more up on my flickr page, under a set specifically for Football Gear. As I mention in the pics... I love football uniforms... not a big fan of the armor:



MM Football request-20MM Football request-04MM Football request-08MM Football request-09MM Football request-14


Again, many more ppics from this set are available at Football Gear

This photo set was also an effort in me trying to learn how to properly use my stroblight system for photography.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Blogs: Kinked bloggings of Bo

So I met this hot young boy, Bo, at a weekend getaway that my partner and I went to last summer in Eerie, PA right after the job interview in Chicago that eventually allowed me to move there.  Bo was among the guys from Chicago to the east coast there for this weekend get-away, and he did wonders for my self image... because he and I hit it off and played some.

It was after that weekend that I learned of the Kinked bloggings of Bo, his little corner of the internet.  In fact, he blogged about our interactions at the weekend in an entry he called "Cry", because he gave me the honor of being the first to bring him to tears in a pain scene.

Bo, bringing kink to the streets of Philadelphia,

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 3

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 3

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi
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. . . I woke later, the pain was gone. I was alone in a room, with concrete walls and a steel door. My hands were in small metal balls, barely large enough to fit my closed fists. I could feel my hands curled around some kind of bar going through the middle of the ball and could see five small flanged metal pegs at regular intervals around the surface of each.
I looked down and found myself sitting in piss, presumably my own. That wasn't what startled me as much as the steel contraption around my crotch. I hadn't had a chance to look earlier, but I think it had been on me before my escape attempt. This shiny metal device looked like a bulky speedo, effectively covering my cock, balls, and most of my ass.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Story:Do You Know Me?

Do You Know Me?
                                        
Bondage, nonconsensual, abduction, anal
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Around mid afternoon, my calf started to cramp up.  Time to pull over.  Up ahead a few more miles, I turned the car off into a scenic overlook.  Sunny and warm, just shy of hot.  Picked up a soda from the vending machine before I strolled off along a path.
A few families and other travelers had the same idea as me, but not many.  The scenic overlook really was impressive.  I leaned up against a tree several yard back from the cliff edge and closed my eyes.
"Hold on tight, son!" I cracked my lids just a bit and saw an adorable sight.  A young blond boy no older than 7 or 8 clinging to his father's neck with his legs, sitting on the dad's shoulders.  Dad himself was hot.  A young dad at that, late 20's, blond hair with a hint of red.  I closed my eyes and smiled as the pair walked close to the cliff's edge, but stopping a safe distance away.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Blogs: happyfrosh's happy place

Back in march, I came across a fresh blogger, happyfrosh.  I'd seen his Recon profile before and had drooled, but this was a new view of him.  I started out just thinking he was a hot looking man, but his blog shows him to be insightful, introspective, and complex.  In my mind, that just adds to the hotness.

What I really like about his blog is that he's sharing his learning about bondage skill.  He describes a variety of techniques and materials that he's used in bondage and include pictures of his work doing it.

Definitely a blog worth checking out:

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Story:Cicero, chapter 1

Cicero


Chapter 1 – Need a bit of cleaning

Contains: Furry/Anthropomorphics
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The door slammed behind him as he made his way to the bathroom. It had been another long thankless day at work, surrounded by people who resented his presence. It didn’t matter that he could bench-press any two other officers; he was still treated like an outsider. Truth to be told, he knew it was partly because he could do just that that he was ostracized. Standing over the toilet, he unzipped and let lose a long pungent stream.
“Gah,” he said to himself, “I need to drink more water . . . and eat less asparagus.”
His dick was still flopping out of his fly as he walked across the living room to the balcony door and slid it wide open. Looking out over the busy street stories below, he inhaled the cool midnight spring air, he stretched his arms overhead, stretching sore muscles and caught a brief whiff of something that wasn’t quite so spring fresh.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

And that ends the device...

Well, after 7 weeks of constant compression, my nether region has finally rebelled. Between the irritation that was already underway from the device plus the added problems from being jabbed by the cable, I've removed the device this evening.

Actually, without the PA cable to hold my shaft in, it was trivially easy to extract my cock from the cage. I'm definitely a grower, not a shower. My balls have shrunk some it seems. But that might just be my perception. In any case, once the shaft was out, it practically fell off.

I've not talked with my keyholder yet, as it's late and I'm going to bed. But I did mail him to let him know. I intend to follow through with not wanking for the remainder of the agreed upon period. Besides, it's IML... I really shouldn't need to jerk myself.

In other news... Soap is so very much my friend right now.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Chastity: 7 weeks in!

So I've been locked up now for 7 weeks.  It's been frustrating.  As I mentioned last week I got a week and a half ago.  So it's been two orgasms in 7 weeks.  *shudder*

I've been fairly... I wouldn't call it resigned, but certainly mellow about this round of chastity.  Until now.  Ran into a snafu this morning that's going to make things a little more difficult.

I'd been using the "PA Cable" from birdlocked.com to keep myself from pulling out.  Well, after noticing a little irritation this morning, I was feeling around and felt a sharp jab from the PA cable.  A quick call to JW and a learned cryptex combination later, I find the problem.

It seems the PA cable's frayed.  It was a pretty sharp jab at that.  So now I could easily pull out of this device.  I find that more than mildly disappointing.

I've emailed the vendor.  They've been fairly responsive on other past issues, I'm hopeful they'll come back with a reasonable response.


Monday, May 23, 2011

Blogs: Sparky's "No Safe Word"

Sparky in 2003
There's this hot man that I've known for a few years, ever since he was the cute pup at my birthday party in 2003.  I'd travelled out to Seattle to visit some friends. 

Since then, he's done a lot of growing up and become quite the accomplished pervert himself.

You can check out his interests, his photography, and his ongoing exploration at his blog, "No Safe Word" (as opposed to "no safeword"...  which is a whole other barrel of fun).

Friday, May 20, 2011

GearBlast at IML 2011

GearBlast IML 2011
Friday, May 27 @ 10:00pm
Regency Ballroom B, Hyatt Regency Chicago
Music: Dave Huge
No Cover


People tell me "But I don't have gear!"  Well, you've got lots of options!
  • Lycra and spandex
  • Latex, thin or thick
  • Sports gear of any kind
  • Motorcycle gear of any kind: motocross, racing, cruising
  • SCUBA wetsuits
  • Spacesuit? Come in from the vacuum
  • Fursuiters, bring your heads
  • Superheroes, bring your supersuit
  • Uniforms? Don't forget the cuffs
  • Hazmat? Does your mask have drinking straw attachments?
  • Snowmobile and down suits
  • Skinhead? Laces & braces
  • And seeing as it is Internation Mister Leather, bring that too
If you want to see previous years of GearBlast, check out the photos from past events:

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 2

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 2

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi
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I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke up to screaming. My screaming. My cock, balls and ass were again on fire from the electricity. I don't know how long I've been here in this position. Hooded, sleep sacked, and strapped down hard. If movement were open to me, I'd be jumping around, thrashing in pain. It was lasting longer this time, or maybe the process of waking made it seem that way
As it was, my thrashing in my bonds continued for a couple of moments after the power was cut. Laying there, panting, the voice returned, "I'll ask again, are you awake, boy?"
"Yes sir!" I was on the verge of tears and panic, but managed to respond. Several times now had I been woken like that. It was wearing on my sanity. I knew I dared not break into tears... as I had done once already. Any noise seemed to trigger the electricity, even my sobs.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Chastity at 6 weeks in

Chastity probably isn't the right term for this, as I'm allowed to get off and play with others.  But it is the easiest short-hand term for what's going on.  It's easier to say "i'm in chastity" than to say "i'm on a regimen to keep from jerking off because otherwise I rely too much on myself for pleasure and not others and it plays well into my desire to be under someone else's control."

I did get off this past weekend.  After helping out with set-up for the Chicago Hellfire Club party on Saturday, I was duct-taped into a chair, gagged with the duct tape (thank goodness I keep my hair and beard short), was then unlocked and was gotten to the edge of coming pretty quickly.  Add a little lube and 10 minutes later I'm being let up to clean off.

(Btw, is the smell of duct tape an aphrodesiac for anyone else?)

The device had been on for almost 4 weeks straight at that point, so I and the device both needed a bit of cleaning - aromatic would be a polite way to put it.  I was allowed time to clean, adjust and reapply the device, then it was locked back on.

So I'm locked up through June 1.  I'll be locked through IML, but I'll have the lockbox with me, and my keyholder on speed-dial in order to get unlocked for any potential play.

6 weeks of chastity.  2 orgasms.  Ugh.

I talked with my keyholder over the weekend as well.  He hit some nice headspace buttons when he told me that "No, you don't want to be in chastity.  You need to be in chastity."  He's right, but it's frustrating.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Blogs: A year under lock and key

A year under lock and key...  not my personal goal, but who knows how long I might let last this chastity run I'm currently on.  But no, I'm referring to Smarmaduke.  He's somewhat my inspiration for chastity this time around.  This young whipper snapper signed up for a full year of chastity with his long distance boyfriend and his local sir having complete control over when and how he can get off.

What's more, he's giving us a day by day record of what's going through his head as he endures and enjoys his confinement.  If someone deserves to be followed, this boy is one.  He's putting in an effort to provide daily content.

Follow him at his blog and find out what long term chastity is really like:

Monday, May 9, 2011

Poorly defined desires, 215-534-267

With this recent round of chastity, it's allowing me to think more about what I want from kink.

As I mentioned previously, I find myself wanting a master of some sort.  JW and I had discussed this recently.  He's a good friend and an excellent top and keyholder.  However, we agree that he's not going to be the one to have a permanent collar on me.  He's got a full plate with his own boy.

So my thoughts on slavery and submission are nothing new.  I periodically explore this side of my personality.  The idea of being property is appealing to me on some level.  Like having a contract which can be passed along.  That's part of what drove me to register for an "SLRN" around this time last year.  Another part was the idea that having someone claim ownership would be . . . a positive boost for my ego.

Of course, thoughts of slavery, of having a chain locked around my neck are tempered by my aggressive nature, desire to top, and of course, my relationship with Rocket.  He always comes first.  And the way I feel in relationships, it would take much work for me to establish a real connection with a top/sir/master/etc without having some kind of effect on my primary relationship.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Happy Chastity "Anniversary"

It's been one month, 31 days since I was last able to pleasure myself.  By the standing chastity rules, it'll be at least another 24 days.

I'm horny, that's a given.  What wasn't a given was the urgent need to come I have experience the past couple of days.  By urgent, I mean that simply sitting at my desk or in the car, I had the distinct impression that i could almost spontaneously have an orgasm.

Being horny hasn't surprised me.  What has surprised me is that I haven't taken advantage of the ability to get off.  The rules allow for me to get off.  Heck, getting off by others was kind of one of the cornerstones of my original intention for this escapade.  In actuality, I've had one orgasm, and that was by a blow job over two weeks ago while I was released for a cleaning.

I'm having some minor irritations around the device.  My skin, as usual is getting rubbed pretty raw.  If I didn't have the keyholder I do, I'd probably be out by now.  It's not that he's cruel, it's that I know that he'll push back if I ask for some kind of reprieve.  That's why I've asked him to keyhold for me, because he'll keep me honest.  And since I know he'll push back, I'm not complaining about the minor problems.  I'll hold off until there's a legitimate concern.

So far, the skin irritation has been able to be handled by using some antibiotic ointment.  I'm using petroleum based Neosporin with pain reliever in this case.  It keeps things lubricated and supresses a little of the irritation.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Story:Eternal Rubber, Chapter 4

Eternal Rubber

Chapter 4

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Alex woke in the morning curled up on a large pillow. As he had been since the night before, he was surrounded by the smells of rubber and sweat and sex. He’d lost track of how many men’s crotches he’d sniffed and more in the bar.
Yawning and stretching with his paws out in front of him, he realized that they weren’t paws anymore. His hands were hands again! They were still enclosed in rubber gloves which ran up his arms but they were able to open up fully and flex individually.
Immediately, he jumped to his feet to inspect his surroundings. He had been sleeping on a large latex covered pillow on the floor… of someone’s room not his own. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and whipped around to face it.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Chastity check-in, 3.5 weeks

To bring people up to date and clarify things for myself: I decided to sign up for another month of chastity. The reasons for my chastity still remain. “Chastity” may not be the correct term for it. An intense form of come control would be more accurate. I mean, the defining quality of this arrangement is that I am not allowed to get myself off, nor play with myself while unlocked.

Chastity affects my temper and mood.

As enthusiastic and optimistic as I’ve been and may have seemed online at times, this was actually in question. On Friday Apr 29th, I was in a rather foul mood. Those who follow my twitter feed may have noticed that I was seriously questioning continuing the endeavor.

My libido had crashed, I was irritable, even had a slight headache and a minor anxiety attack. Very little things became huge, crushing, insurmountable problems. Thankfully, this is not my first time at the rodeo, as it were. I know from past experience that chastity does a number on my emotions at times. The build-up of testosterone from not getting off and the change in routine can really try me.

To further accentuate my mental agitation, this is the first time I’ve done a chastity regimen with a device that lasted more than a two or three days. This is the first time that I’ve had a prolonged period of not jerking off as the result of a device which I could not readily remove. That can be rather frustrating.

I ended up cancelling a play date that I had on Friday night because of all of the above plus the stress of a 2 hour traffic-hell commute home. However, after getting sufficient sleep on Friday night, I felt much better. When I woke up Saturday in the better mood is when I made the decision to sign up for more.

Other thoughts

Despite having a keyholder that’s local and a husband who’s several states away (temporarily), I still find myself wanting a master of some sort. I still need to write my thoughts on the matter. However, someone has already a very good post on the topic of Masters, slaves, and slavery which expresses many of my views on the topic. I don’t think I found anything I disagree with in it.

Check out Cager, aka BerlinQueer’s blog entry on 24/7 Slavery. He's another man I've not met partially because I'm intimidated, partially because I didn't want to waste his time and partially because I don't think he was in town the one time I was in Berlin and able to play freely.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 1

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 1

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent
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The worst thing about waking up from sedatives, assuming that you don't have a hang-over, is the loss of time. You have no idea how long you've been somewhere. Something that makes it worse is when you find yourself in a completely different situation than when you fell asleep.
I woke up with a start, and couldn't move. I panicked for a moment. Okay, more than one moment. I panted and started hyperventilating. I was still truly groggy, but I didn't feel that annoying nausea from chloroform. Thank god for small favors. Remembering slowly, the last thing that came to my memory was the cute guy helping me out of the bar to get a cab, Jason was his name.
'The prick drugged me!' I thought to myself.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

There's no beat... of the meat

I thought I’d post an update on my latest chastity escapade. It’s been 20 days since I’ve been locked up, almost 3 full weeks with a piece of silicone secured to my cock & balls with a lock and metal cable.

The device
As I mentioned, I’m using the Birdlocked Maxi with their “Security cordon” - a smooth metal cord secured to the lock after being threaded through my PA. My PA is a 6ga captive segment ring I got from Painful Pleasures. I need a took to take the ring out, and I can’t get the tool at my PA to open it up without destroying my chastity device.

I’ve had a few periods of extremely raw skin. I’ve actually been using Neosporin ointment with pain relief to address those problems. Yes, I’ve gone through a bit, but it seems to help. I’m making sure to use the petroleum based ointment rather than the creme. It lasts longer and provides needed lubrication.

I’ve also shaved around the area. With the Birdlocked being a flexible silicone device, I can manipulate myself to be able to shave rather comprehensively. I still can’t jerk off with it on. Believe me, I’ve tried.

The effect?
I’m horny. Oh god am I horny. Not being able to be left to my own devices, I’ve been somewhat motivated to get out of the house. I’ve been in my straitjacket twice in the past week, my ass has gotten a working or two. Who knows, I might be ready to take a fist come Inferno. If not, it’s still fun trying.

What’s really crawled under my skin is a strange headspace last week. So I wanted the possibility of getting off. I was strapped into my leather straitjacket, and had been let out of the device - partly for a cleaning, partly for play.

When it came time to get me off, I found that there was an urge to actually beg to be put back into chastity without getting off. I actually expressed my ambiguity about it at the time. Nonetheless, when he finished beating me off, I shot a lot, apparently. From my perspective, the few strokes it took to get me off felt like they triggered a volcano. It felt like the come was flowing more readily than piss.

But that was just a few moments of release in the midst of 3 weeks of near constant stimulation. So yes, I’m quite horny still. As I observed at the time, getting off didn’t make me less horny, it just made me want to take a nap.

Prospects?
I’m locked up through May 1. We’re already talking about extending it through June 1 since the device seems to be working out. There’s also a suggestion about indefinite lock-up. Not sure about that quite yet. This chastity round is more about a cooperative affair. Indefinite lock-up sounds like a more prolonged scene than I’m ready for.

On the other hand, I’ve found myself pondering again what I would seek in a master, or what I could see myself submitting to as a sub or slave.

Frustration abounds.

Vendor Review: Mister S Leather

Sure, everyone and their brother has blogged about Mr. S Leather at this point. It’s the grand-daddy of mail-order and online leather purchasing. They’ve been around for decades, and there’s a reason: They stand behind their products.

I purchased a leather muzzle from Mr. S Leathers back around 2001. It’s the standard padded muzzle that was available at the time. Excellent quality, soft leather. Feels great cinched up tight against my lips. The style hasn’t changed all that much in the past ten years. I had the locking buckles on it, because leather is always better when it locks on. About a year ago, my muzzle had an “incident”, a little aggressive play and one of the locking buckles snapped. Actually, it was the locking part itself that broke. I figured it was a lost cause.

Mr. S had a booth at MAL in January 2011, and since I had the muzzle with me, I thought I’d take it to them to see if they could do anything for me. I didn’t realize at the time that they travel to events with a leather working bench. Skeeter, Mr. S’ wonder worker of leather was there. She repaired it on the spot, no charge.

Ten years later, Mr. S still stands behind their products. That, my friends, is true service. Yes, Mr. S’ gear may be more expensive in some cases than other stores. But the quality is amazing, and they stand behind their products. I say that it’s worth the extra price.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Story:Eternal Rubber, Chapter 3

Eternal Rubber

Chapter 3

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Glenn strolled down 8th Avenue humming to himself and smiling. Without even looking at him, you could feel the smugness radiating off of him. "That was the quickest $5000 I ever made," he thought to himself as he replayed the previous night's events at the Abyss, the only game for a kink bar in town of late.
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Glenn had been watching the new kid again last night. Jordan, John, Josh, something like that, he'd heard the kid introduce himself to the bartender once or twice. That's fine”, Glenn had thought, “the kid's hot, but I'm not really in the mood for someone that young.Glenn chatted with the usual bar flies as some light bondage went on around the bar. As far as Glenn knew, sex was off-limits, but there was still a lot of fun to be had in a dark, just-barely-lit bar.
Glenn watched the boy on and off through the night as the bar wound down. For a while, in order to avoid attention, he watched the kid through his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The wall opposite the bar contained a large mural of leather and rubber men doing all sorts of twisted, perverted, hot, and in some cases biologically improbable things to each other.
Looking through the mirror, he glanced over the boy's shoulder at some of the artwork. Glenn, being a regular at the Abyss, noticed what he thought was an addition to one of the clusters of rubber-fiends up on the wall. Examining it a little longer, Glenn started when he saw the head turn to look at him.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Sharing really hot pics?

I’ve noticed something on a number of people’s blogs of late. A lot of people post hot pictures. Some people post their own pics, which is really hot. Some people post pics from online stores which are also frequently hot, and occasionally anger my wallet as I spend money. Some people post “hot dude of the day” in some form or another - rubber stud, hot puppy, woof of the day, etc. I love seeing these pics. What bugs me though? No attribution. Sure, it’s the internet. It’s a free-for-all. I’m not the police, and I’m not gonna turn anyone in for *gasp* providing me with wank material. I just think that y’know, if you’re gonna post someone else’s material, it’d be polite to link back to where you found it. If you’re going to mention someone’s profile name and the site, make a link back to the profile. That’s all. Don’t stop sharing guys. But take the time to give credit. I know that as a photographer (okay, *really amateur*, but still...) I’d really like someone to link back to me if they’re going to repost my pics.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Photos: Christos

Summer of 2009, I was in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for a furry con (Yes, I'm one them. Someone else who was there who's not exactly a furry himself and I were talking pictures. He hit a bunch of my hot buttons. Tall, thick frame. Excellent taste in clothing style: Boots, bomber, gasmask. You can Find Christos on Recon under the handle Raider07
Christos Anthrocon-01Christos Anthrocon-02Christos Anthrocon-12Christos Anthrocon-13
The whole set of the Christos at Anthrocon 2009 is available on my flickr account.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Another Chastity Attempt

Priming the pump
As I mentioned previously, purchased the Birdlocked  Maxi, and it arrived Wednesday of last week, on the 6th. Well, I immediately put it on to see how it fit, and it worked out nicely.

Since my buddy MurphySkinPup was in town and staying with me, I tossed him the keys. I knew that if I had them, I’d let myself out once I got horny, and I’d jerk off. And even though I knew that MurphySkinPup would hand the keys back when I asked, I wouldn’t ask. That’d be losing face.

I stayed locked up through the weekend. Come Sunday afternoon, I’d been locked up for over 4 full days. This was longer than I’d gone before. So when the three of us: my roommate, MurphySkinPup and myself met up with JW, I made my decision. I had MurphySkinPup hand the keys over to JW.

I’ve done chastity before. My longest chastity run to date was back in 2009 when I was chaste for 2 months prior to a visit to JW when he lived in SF. So I knew that giving JW the keys would be safe. Frustrating, but safe.

What were you thinking?!?
A big reason I’m into chastity is masturbation prevention. I jerk off a lot. A whole hell of a lot. Two or three times a day is not uncommon, and I don’t do quick “yank-yank-squirt”. I spend a good 30 minutes or more massaging my cock each time. I wanted to reclaim that time and attention.

Another big reason is I like the general ambient horniness that comes with not getting off, and like to save orgasms as something for someone else to give me or achieve with me.

Jerking off satisfies my sexual drive, which means that I'm avoiding playing with others because I've already satiated that desire.  By going into chastity, I make myself more dependent on others.  It also has a tendency to make me a bit more submissive towrds those whom I'd be predisposed.

Beyond that is that I enjoy someone else having control. I enjoy giving up control. But I also have difficulty with it. When I get horny, it’s like when I get drunk: I tend to promise more than I'm ready for.

I know JW is good at keeping me reigned in from promising too much. He’s got an effective “John’s libido” filter.

I gave JW the keys before we had made an agreement on terms… but after a few volleys back and forth discussing specifics, we came up with an arrangement.

The “contract”
I hesitate to call this a contract, because we agreed to use the spirit of the agreement, rather than the letter when discussing the arrangement. He has the expectation that I understand the intent of any rules and will not attempt exploit them.

My initial period of chastity will last until May 1. On that day, I can ask for the key, sign up for another month, or accept or offer a modification to the arrangement.

Because the goal is to prevent my masturbation but not wholly suppress my libido, I will be allowed to play with others. JW has made the key available to any potential playmates by means of his Cryptex should they want access to my cock. I may not touch the key nor the lock while unlocked, nor am I allowed to know the combination to the Cryptex.

If I am to be unlocked, I must first be restrained in such a way that I cannot touch myself and must remain so until I am again locked up.

If the guy I’m with is not able to re-apply the device, I will be allowed a small window of time to clean and re-apply the device. There is to be no stimulation and the device is to be reapplied as fast as possible.

The onus to acquire the combination to the cryptex will be upon whomever I'm playing with. If we cannot get in touch with JW in sufficient time before play, I’m shit outta luck.

I get one additional key for Rocket, my husband. This only applies if the chastity is extended a second month, since I don’t see Rocket again until IML. Rocket is allowed to unlock me for play without having me restrained. However, if I am not restrained, my ass must be plugged while I’m unlocked.

JW has the right to apply penalties of as much as an additional month of chastity for any infraction. If an infraction has occurred, I will inform you and will accept the penalty. If I am unsure if an infraction has occurred, I will inform you, give you any extenuating circumstances, and abide by your decision.

JW gets to add fun and frustrating assignments. For example, my current assignment is:

1. If my roommate Jason is out for the evening (work, date), and I don't already have plans, I must spend at least 30 minutes either in a gas mask or playing with my butt.

Story:The Kid

The Kid

                                        
Bondage, non-consensual, knock-out, fiction
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Another Friday night at the Eagle. The boys were going to go out in force. I was going out with them, a sort of adopted 'big brother' by way of the Kid. I'd been looking out for him for years. So when I moved here, I inserted myself into his group of friends. I'm not much of a bar goer alone, but if there's a social gathering, I'll drag myself out.
Tonight, though, I had different plans.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Vendor review: Birdlocked Male Chastity

The Vendor

I’ve had excellent service from the makers of the Birdlocked device.


Last year during one of my perennial attempts at getting myself locked up, I purchased the Birdlocked “Classic” in April of last year. They shipped quickly, I received the international package within four days of placing the order.

When the locking pin on my “Classic” broke last August, I told them and they immediately sent me two replacement pins. It seems the earlier model pin had a tendency to break. They replaced it no questions.

Again, when I purchased the Birdlocked “Maxi” a week and a half ago, it arrived within mere days. Excellent order handling and customer service. I highly recommend the company.

The Products:

I’ve purchased two Birdlocked devices, the Classic and the Maxi. They’re basically the same design at different sizes.

I’ve had the same problem with the Classic that I’ve had with every captured-ball device I’ve tried the past several years (like the CB2000, CB3000, CB6000). The base ring is always too small and ends up rubbing me raw. I don’t suggest I’m hung like a porn star; my shaft is average but I do have large balls, a lot of scrotum material and I’m thick around the base. The last time I tried the CB6000 for 4 days, I had the skin literally rubbed off my scrotum by the base ring. Also, I run into problems with peeing, because the small shaft of most devices compresses my urethra.

My problem with these devices seems to be an issue of size. They’re usually much too small for me. Now as I mentioned, I purchased the Birdlocked Maxi and it arrived 6 days ago. I’ve been locked in it since it arrived 6 days ago. I’ve usually had to end the chastity scene by now due to the aforementioned problems. Seeing as the Birdlocked Maxi has the same design as the Classic, I would conclude that the Classic is just as good a device.

The flexibility of the device makes it possible for me to lay on my stomach during physical therapy and not worry about being jabbed with a shard of broken acrylic.

I've also got the short cable to run through my captured-segment PA which keeps me from pulling out.

Summary, I like Birdlocked as a vendor, and I like the devices they sell. 

PS. Oh, I did mention a chastity scene was under way, didn’t I. I guess I’ll have to make a post about that before too long.

PPS. I’m really good at digging myself a really deep hole the more horny I get. *shakes head*

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Story:The Bathroom KO, chapter 3

The Bathroom KO

Chapter 3


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Putting on my Fieldsheer two-piece leathers, Marius asked me, "So, are you going to bring him over?" Akasha looked on with a blank face. Pondering as I headed to the motorcycle, "I haven't decided yet." Looking around, I couldn't find my gloves, but then I saw them on the other side of the yard. Telekinetically picking them up, they flew across the room, and onto my waiting hands. Starting the Yamaha up, the roar of the engine filled my ears . . .
. . . as the roar of crashing waves filled my ears, I started to come around. I had slept fitfully. The dreams came and went. I could hear the waves of the ocean crashing nearby. It filled my hearing and frustrated me. Again I shouted, as when I had woken previous times. Again it was in vain. "Hello! Is anyone there?!"
The small tent that Marcus had erected about my head prevented me from seeing anything. Between the dark night, and the opaque fabric, the pitch black was driving me nuts. I had no idea how long I'd been here. I couldn't even say if it actually was still night.
In the night, the once wet sand had dried and packed tight. My awkward position prevented most movement, and leg cramps had long since set in and gone, only to repeat the process again.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Is it a death-wish?

I was recently asked to present the topic of Breath Control as an educational topic at a leather event. I declined because I didn’t think I could present it without becoming adversarial.

I recently learned of the death of another BD/SM player due to a breath control scene gone bad. This just pisses me off even more. I don’t know what I can tell people that you don’t already know. It’s dangerous? You know that.

All I can do is demonstrate how dangerous breath control is. It’s certainly dangerous alone, but it’s also dangerous with others.

Since 2006, many people have died in the scene. On average, there has been more than one death every six months for the past five years due to breath control scenes. Is breath control a death-wish? It’s not mine, nor do I think it was theirs. However, many have died. There's nothing I can do to undo that. Maybe their deaths will be the wake-up call for some of you dumb-fucks who think that it'd never happen to you.

1Apr 2006Adrian Exley of the UK,play with an "experienced" breath control top
2Jun 2006Gary Leblanc of Massachusetts, US, committed suicide when implicated in the accidental death and subsequent cover up of Adrian Exley
3Jul 2006Kurby of Washington, US. Solo breath control play.
4Sep 2006"Burley", rubber bear from Maryland, US. Solo breath control.
5Jun 2008Yoshio Joseph (JoeyRubber), solo breath control scene, nitrous
6Jul 2008Dave “Gummidawg” of Seattle, solo breath control scene
7Jan 2009"Boy" Bruce Brandon of Ohio, US. Solo breath control play
8Jun 2009David Carradine, actor, solo breath control play
9Aug 2009David "TiedupUK" Tidmarsh of Cambridge, UK, solo play
10Apr 2010James "Bodisama" Hatton of North Carolina, US, solo play
11Apr 2010Alejandro Bulaevsky (BikeRubber), OD while solo cuffed, latex & gasmask
12Nov 2010Mike, aka “Spuds”, aka “Klausbndg” - solo breath play, possibly with gasses
13Feb 2011Jani, "CBR1100XX", a Finn living in Belgium. Nitrous play, possible with others
14Apr 2011Augie K of New York, partner of Gil K, solo Nitrous play

Monday, April 4, 2011

Photos: Sleepsacked Rocket

One day in April 2010, I came home from work to find my partner had been zipped into a latex sleepsack w/ his M17A1 gasmask by a friend of ours. I thought he was looking particularly hot and pervy and needed to get some shots. There were several layer of latex involved here. A lot of sweat.

Sleepsacked rocket-01Sleepsacked rocket-03Sleepsacked rocket-05Sleepsacked rocket-07Sleepsacked rocket-09Sleepsacked rocket-08Sleepsacked rocket-11

The whole set of the Sleepsacked Rocket is available on my flickr account.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Story:Eternal Rubber, Chapter 2

Eternal Rubber

Chapter 2


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 “Mister Blackstone, a pleasure to see you this evening.”  Thanks to the alert by Danny the bartender, the strange man in neck to toe latex and the flowing overcoat was able to greet the newcomer within seconds of him entering the bar.
“Efficient as ever, Mr. Mortson.  I’ve decided to observe this new prospect you’ve found for me before making my decision.”  The newcomer was an older man.  Well over 6 feet and nicely muscled with closely cropped thin white hair, Francis Blackstone radiated calm assurance and authority.  He practically shone, his own latex uniform polished to perfection.  Blackstone wore a form-fitting neck entry catsuit with a codpiece, calf-hugging boots ladder laced with bright white cord and what could only be described as a utility belt that Batman would be proud of.