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.