Cuddling on the
Wild Side

I liked the effect my ‘costume’ was having on him. I decided I’d leave it on while we started. In this kind of situation I knew that it would be a while before he got to touch me anyway and it was pretty exhilarating to be part satyr. When we walked into my apartment I think he was a little surprised at the surroundings.

I was lucky enough to not have roommates to deal with. The family had plenty of money from way back and Mom didn’t think my dealing with non-witches looking over my shoulder all the time was the kind of life lesson I needed. Bless her heart. Because of that, I was able to keep an apartment that didn’t look like a college crap-house. No posters on the wall curling down around thumbtacks marred my walls. There were a few pieces of art hanging. The furniture matched and was clean. There weren’t dishes in the sink. There were candles everywhere. It was impressive for an 18 year old and it went to work on Calvus immediately.

“Michael, take your shoes off at the door. When you are done come take mine off for me.” I’d already sat down on the sofa and put my feet up. He did as he was told. He didn’t manage to hide the cringe when I called him by his birth name, though. That one hit the mark. “Now, strip down to your underwear.”

“Yes, sir.”

And he did. I was very turned on by all of this. I’d never played this kind of scene out during sex. Normally my taking over was in meetings or work groups for classes. It was a bit of a defense mechanism in those situations. This was different, though. This felt good. It felt good to have this guy standing in front of me in nothing but a jock strap rubbing his dick. He evidently thought that’s what underwear were. I was glad.

“Did I tell you to touch your cock? Take your hands off of it.” Having watched a lot of porn was finally paying off. “Kneel on the floor but don’t come any closer to me. I want to see what you’ll look like if you get to suck my dick.”

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I was checking out Shotgun Video to see what he’s working on and ran across the Educational section. I never thought that my sadist interests might lead people to think I’m a candidate to become a Serial Killer, but luckily there are some differences.

[P.E. Dietz is a forensic psychologist who consistently tries to point out the absurdity of the link between s/m devotees and psychotic criminals.]

According to Dietz, the five main differences between psychotic sadistic serial murderers and SM devotees:

1. Psychotics search for unwilling partners. S/M devotees use a “safeword” that the submissive can say at any time to end the scene, thus the submissive retains real control throughout the encounter.

2. Psychotics force their acts on the victim rather than aiming at pleasing the submissive (as in s/m). The psychotic sadistic acts are quite different from s/m practices, and usually include: forced anal penetration, forced fellatio, or violent vagina-penetration with various foreign objects -rather than the penis.

3. The sadistic offenders’ demeanor is diametrically opposed to s/m devotees: usually the psychotic is detached and unemotional throughout the torture, while the s/m dominant appears to achieve a “high” or pleasure equivalent during the scene.

4. Psychotic criminals torture their victims, inflicting serious and permanent injury, trying to arouse terror in their victims. S/M devotees skillfully enhance the sexual arousal of their partner, following the rules and guidelines that were established before the scene, thus creating only the illusion that the submissive is not in control.

5. Psychotics usually have a past history of sexual crimes such as rape or incest. S/M devotees are average people who typically don’t have criminal pasts.

Park Elliot Dietz, forensic psychologist (Ph.D) [source]

Roger at Shotgun Video has some very HOT vids, especially if you love CBT (cock and ball torture). He even has a couple spots on his website where he’ll talk about how to do certain techniques and a lot of the safety aspects of kink-play. Definitely worth checking out.

I love Nasty Pig. They have an awesome brand and their products are pretty damn awesome. If you do buy anything that are very size dependent like jeans, make SURE you try them on first. The sizing isn’t the most accurate.

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The week between the meeting and the party was a quick one. I think I can say that for pretty much every week of college except for the two weeks leading up to midterms, finals or any vacation. I didn’t have to do anything for the costume, of course. I simply made myself into a Satyr for the night. I liked, and still like, the Roman style satyrs better than the Greek. The Greeks just add a horse’s ears and tail to a normal looking guy. The Romans, though, offered us the goat legs and hooves of what we think of today. I was looking pretty hot as a Pan-like fawn.

I had to make sure it didn’t look as real as it actually was or people would notice. I had to put on pants, for example, because just furring up my body and going naked would have been noticed. I’m very attentive to detail, though, and was looking pretty hot in the mirror. I sheathed my cock just like the little statue of Pan that I used as my model. My dick head was just visible out the top of the fur scabbard that encased it while it was flaccid. When hard, though, it was slid into full view and looked, well, incredible. That would have drawn a little too much attention, though. So, on with the pants. I did let the fur grow up my abs, though, into a point that ended just under my chest. I put a hole in the back of the pants so that my little tail could poke through. I thought people would just think that was funny. It is, however, what got me in trouble in the end. I had ears in the right place and read online how a person could use some foam padding to make their legs look like they were hinged backwards like an animals and how to make ‘hooves.’ I couldn’t have explained knees that bent the wrong way and a lack of human feet so I used the foam bits to finish it all off.

I showed up for the party a little late and, as instructed, avoided the bar. I’d done my own ritual at home to make sure all that was important to me happened. Samhain is the pagan new year. It’s an important Sabbat. When I got to the party I started looking for Calvus/Michael. I had brought him a little gift. I know it’s was possibly the gayest thing ever but my Mom taught me never to show up to a ritual empty handed. The person leading should always receive a gift of some sort and I assumed he’d be leading us tonight.

I was right. It was because of this, in fact, that he was nowhere to be found. I didn’t see him until it was time to gather for the ritual. There was, as there always is, plenty of time to give him the token, however.

“Merry meet, Glistern. How are you on this All Hallow’s Eve?”

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When Samhain rolled around, though, I was a little lonely for home. Non-witches just don’t celebrate Halloween the same way that witches do. Because of this, when I saw a call out for the pagan club on campus I was stoked! I don’t know exactly what I expected, but when I showed up for my first meeting I was more than a little shocked.

Their meeting space was on the first floor of the president’s dorm. All the black being worn by the members when I walked through the door took me aback. I’m a witch. I have maybe two black tee-shirts and they have print on them. These people did not strike me as witches on any level. I even paid attention for anyone drawing magic and there wasn’t much to be seen. It was looking like a fail for sure. I was already through the door, though, so I sat down quietly in the corner.

All around me people were having pissing contests about who’d read the most or been to the most rituals or who had the coolest ritual items. I was feeling more and more like leaving was a good idea. Sitting there with the bulge of my biceps testing the elasticity of the sleeves of my teal polo made blending in difficult. I looked like I was a frat wannabe taking part of some forced humiliation as part of rush week. The only problem was that it wasn’t rush week and I wasn’t going Greek.

Just as I was about to stand and depart the president walked in. He was, to turn a phrase, incredibly fuckable. He wasn’t built like me. He wasn’t thick the way I was. He looked to have that taught body of a swimmer. I was looking at his face but my mind was constructing a life-like replica of him to be used when I got back to my apartment. I was spending extra effort on his waist. You could tell that he had those great lines just on the outside of his lower abs. The kind made for licking. He wasn’t wearing as much black as the others in the group but what he was wearing made an impression. A thick black, leather bracelets on each wrist told me plenty. His clothes actually fit, unlike the outfits of most in the group. He had a mop of dark curls and piercing blue eyes.

As he’d walked in I’d been just standing up. I didn’t realize that I’d stopped moving in mid-motion while I stared at him. I was half out of the chair when he smirked and asked, “Leaving already or just sitting down? I can’t tell.”

I stammered over my response. I could have cleared that room with a wave of my hand. I could have bench pressed his body. I could have conjured up a dozen roses behind my back and handed them to him. Instead, I stammered. I couldn’t talk. I was speechless in the face of his beauty. I finally spit out, “Sitting.”

He laughed.

That was when I knew I’d found a challenge. College life had turned up a lot of sex. It was incredible, really, what some big arms, a flat stomach and a legendary cock will do for a guy’s sex life. I used the magic to make my body and all of its accoutrement. I used none of it to get a guy into my bed. The rule of 3X3 doesn’t exactly apply to beings like me but it still applies on some level. Bewitching someone into your bed is never a good idea. At a small, liberal arts college, however, all you needed was a body like mine. This guy, though, seemed anything but impressed. We’d see about that.

Needless to say, I stayed at the meeting with the sexy leader. It seemed that there was nothing to talk about besides the big party being held for All Hallow’s Eve. There would be a ritual during the party, it seemed, in a separate part of the building they were to use. The group was encouraged to not drink or otherwise alter their minds lest it interfere with the magic of the evening. While there did seem to be a spark of magic around the president, I was doubtful there’d be any actual magic done by this group of pretenders. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

“I’m Calvus. How’d you like your first meeting?” was how he started it.

I’d prepared myself for this through the entire meeting. I had my game face back. “It was pretty good as far as meetings go.”

“Yeah. I feel you there. I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t pitch it.”

A grin. That was all he gave me on that one. I had been waiting to use that line for a seeming eternity. He was killing me. A grin was all it took. Red-faced I told him, “Glistern.”

“Last name? What’s your first?”

“I go by Glistern. First name’s a family name and it’s not one I give out readily. You’ll have to work for that one.”

“We’ll see. Calvus is my craft name, I guess I should tell you. Michael is what you’ll hear anyone not in the club calling me.” He’d introduced himself with his craft name. I wasn’t sure if I should take that as a compliment or as a sign that he had no business with a craft name. With a smile like his, though, I opted to give the benefit of the doubt.

“Right on. I’m thinking about coming to this party and ritual that you guys are doing for Samhain. Anything I should bring? Anything I should know as a first timer?”

“Just yourself. Come in costume, though. That’s almost the best part. We have a theme every year. This year everyone is supposed to dress like a favorite character from Mythology.”

“Greek, Roman, what?”

“Good question. Most people just giggle and say okay. You decide, though. I’d imagine most people will go with Greek since it’s what they know.”

“I’m set, then.”

“Yeah? What you going to wear, or do I have to work for that too?”

“You do now. See you at the party.” And with that I’d grabbed the proverbial joystick and sunk his battleship. I wasn’t very good with the metaphors at 18. What can I say?

One thing that I love is some nipples that can take some abuse. You might see this in someone’s profile as TT (Tit torture), nip play or any variety of those.

Something that makes that abuse easier is if they are nice and big. Suction/pumping nipples is one way to do it. I have seen some products out there that claim to do the job, and some that actually do. Another toy-free solution is to just have someone suck on them for an extended period of time, but that’s not very feasible.

Supple Nip Suckers ($24.95)
To be completely honest, for anyone actually interested in pumping their nips, these are completely worthless. Not to mention they are way over-priced compared to other options. These barely provide any suction and they tear pretty easily. They also require a lot of lube/liquid/moisture to help make the seal. The one advantage is you could probably wear these all day long without them doing too much. As it says on Mr S’s site, “produce a continual gentle sucking action”. And it is truly a “gentle sucking action”, like imagine a dead man sucking on them. That’s about where it is. If you do go for these, the color won’t really matter because you won’t need to see your nipple to check on it’s health because it couldn’t do enough damage.

Snake Bite Kit ($5-8)
Yes, this really is a snake bite kit, like the kind you could use if you got bit by a poisonous snake. With these, you get the most bang for your buck and I would highly recommend to those trying to be thrifty or looking to explore this aspect of TT. Just wet the nipple area or the inside of the sucker, give it a squeeze then put it on. These hold very well, unless you’re very hairy around the nipples. You can also give them a little extra squeeze to make them pull a little more. With the inexpensive price comes a couple down-sides. Firstly, the edges aren’t very smooth and will dig into your skin some. I’m sure an innovative person has come up with a way to smooth these and will share it with us though. Next is mostly aesthetic, you can’t see your nipple through them. I haven’t seen a clear version of these ever. Make sure you do check your nipple frequently until you figure out what you can take. Other than that, they work great and for a wide variety of people. You can find these at most kink suppliers, but also at almost any outdoor store in the camping section.

Cupping Set ($30-80)
Here is another solution that one might not normally think of for nipple play. I did buy this exact set from Mr S Leather during Folsom 2008 and I highly recommend it. Now thinking back on it though, it probably would have been smart to look at some non-kink stores first. They always sell these things cheaper. This one does come with an attachment to use the cupping pump as a cock pump, which you won’t find at non-kink stores. The smallest 2 sizes work best for most nipples. The great features with these is that they have a very smooth edge so you won’t tear up the skin at all. They are also transparent, allowing you to see if your nipple is turning an odd color and might fall off. The only downside to this option is that there are a couple parts to it so you don’t quite have the instant satisfaction you get with the snake bite kit.

Nipple Pump Cylinders ($100+?)

If you are REALLY into nip pumping, this is probably the way you’re going to want to go. You are going to have the most control and likely get the best results. This is the only nipple play pumping method I have not tried yet, mostly because of the cost involved in doing this. You’ll notice I put $100+ with a question mark. The cylinders alone only cost $50-70 depending on the size you get, but then you also need to get the T-connector and tho hose, in addition to having a pump. This could easily end up costing over $200 and that would only include 1 diameter of nipple cylinders.

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I’ll do an article later on how to actually use these different items. But if you can’t wait to try it, take it slow and go in cycles giving your nips a chance to relax and breathe.

I got an email from the Mr S Leather email list and wanted to share a chunk of it with everyone.

April 16, 2008 – After 8 spectacular years in Los Angeles, Mr. S Leather will be closing its store location in LA. This decision was not made lightly, but reflects today’s economic realities.

Our flagship store in San Francisco which we expanded in 2005, will continue to be our company headquarters to carry on the 30 year tradition of Mr. S Leather.

The last day of store operations in Los Angeles will be Sunday, April 26, 2009. During this time, we will be selling all inventory in this store at 25% OFF. This sale is just for the LA store and is limited to just the inventory at hand. No orders for items to be made or ordered will be taken during that time at the 25% off discount. This is a great time to stop by and pick out the piece of gear you have been thinking about getting. The Mr. S store in LA is located next to the FaultLine bar at 4232 Melrose Ave. (323-663-7765). There is parking in the back of the store, and the hours of operation are Wed thru Saturday 2PM to 10PM and Sunday 2PM to 8PM. [Full Email]

Stop by if you have a chance and it looks like they’ll have some good deals on the stuff. Feel free to send something to me if you want.

Don’t worry though, the San Fransisco Mr S Leather and the online store are still going to be around, and no, you don’t get a discount online or at the SF store.

He’d look better with a collar, harness and jockstrap, but I’m not complaining.

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“Over to the squat machine boy. Let’s see what those legs and ass are made of.”

“One problem coach.” I wonder if he knew every time he called me coach, my cock jumped a little. “I only planned to do chest today and I can’t do legs with these pants on.”

“Good thing there’s no one here then. Take off those pants and you’re doing squats. No questions!”

“Yes, coach.”

He was hesitant, but when he saw the look in my eyes, he knew I was serious. He grasped the top of his pants revealing an old, stained jockstrap. It was one of those white ones he’d had for years. The pants around his ankles revealed a couple of holes in the jockstrap pouch showing his thick, cut cock. It was already soaked in sweat too.

He willingly took off his shirt too, which was nice because then I didn’t have to ask. “What’s your max for 6 reps on the squat boy?”

“350, coach.”

“Not bad boy, but based on how you did with your bench. I’m going to start you at 400.”

“Yes coach. Whatever you say.”

I had a pretty solid chubby going on through most of this now. I wasn’t wearing a jockstrap like him, so it was definitely showing through my gym pants. I was getting a little hot, so my shirt came off. Ian gazed at my thick chest and seemed to be attracted to my big, round nipples.

He pounded out his first set and his second set. His ass looked hot with each rep too. It flexed and relaxed and somehow even rippled. It was time we got him doing some real heavy weight though.

“Boy. What’s the heaviest you’ve ever seen someone squat?”

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Editor’s note: This section of the story was started by the contributor, then an extra sex scene was added by me, WildCuddler.

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While a lot happens for a boy witch between 16 and 18, I’m somewhat sorry to say that it is pretty much the same tiresome curriculum that any teenager experiences. I learned that my body, while easy to come by for a guy who can manipulate his physicality by means of magic, has a huge impact on the opposite sex and, more importantly, the same sex. I learned that all the magic in the world doesn’t make getting dumped the first time any easier. I found out that underwear, while seemingly required by everyday standards, are uncomfortable and unnecessary. Above all else I learned that one of my favorite things to do is make out.

All this, though, is secondary to what happened after I turned 18. I moved away from home the summer after high school graduation. I moved to a smaller town than where I grew up in a more conservative part of the country. Mostly, though, I moved away from the Grans. I took my Mom’s warnings to heart about going crazy with magic, and other stuff, when away from home. I’d nearly blown up enough things to know I had to be careful. It was such a relief, though, to not have to hide so much of who I was when I was at home. Typical gay story, I suppose, except that my Mom and the Grans couldn’t possibly care less about me being a homo. The Grans just couldn’t know how readily I was able to pull from the threads of magic. College was like heaven.

I excelled in all my studies first year despite my constantly being distracted by some extracurricular activity. Most of the time those were sports or clubs. Sometimes it was some guy’s ass. The best times were when it was both. Oh boy, those wrestlers sure were slippery. The fun with them starts when you pin them down though.

To keep people from asking too many questions about why I was so big and muscled, I went to the gym most of the week. It was never hard for me to lift anything there, but it was a great place to meet some guys. Being that it was a small college, the wrestling team would always workout right after my last class late at night. Normally, everyone left the wrestlers alone, but I wasn’t like everyone else.

I saw a hot fucking wrestler boy one day in there. He was doing a some extra bench presses after most of the team had left. I was on the bench next to him and had seem him look my way a couple times, probably just admiring my size. I had a plan to make me into the hero and him the stud in distress. He may have thought he had 250 lbs of weight on the bar, but I made those plates just a little heavier. He was struggling on his 3rd rep so I went over an gave him a spot. Well, and I lightened the weight back up making him crank out a total of 12 reps.

After that set he laid on the bench, looked up at my and said, “Thanks big guy!”

With that I stepped around the bar and gave him a hand up. “I’m Glistern”

“Name’s Ian.” He tried to be all macho and masculine, and he definitely was. He just threw in a little extra. “I thought I had the weight. I mean, I know I’ve lifted more than that easily before.”

“It must have been something in the air.”

“Well then, I better get going. Looks like I’m spent.”

I can’t let him get away this quickly. “I don’t think so. You’re going to do some more sets for me.”

“Yes, coach!”

With those two short words, the fantasy had begun to play out in my head, but it was time too see how it played out in real life without me influencing it; too much.

I forced him to do 3 more sets on the bench press. He grabbed my water bottle and took a drink without even realizing it wasn’t his. What he didn’t know is that it was a muscle growth elixir, which tasted just like water. I made it for myself just for a little extra pump.

He was wearing a sleeveless shirt with the sides cut out. Lucky for me, he cut a lot out of those sides showing me his thick, furry slab of chest with some perky nipples. I even got a glimpse of his tight stomach. His already hot physique just improved more with the elixir I gave him.

After the bench press, I could tell he was geared up to do some more. He kept asking me “What’s in your water? It’s making me feel great.”

“Nothing special. Just some spring water my mom got me.”

“I’ll have to get me some of that. What’s next coach?”

Ian was bulging out everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. Damn did his cock look good, and I hadn’t even helped him grow it yet. It looked like it was contained by a worn jockstrap.

The gym was closing up, but that wasn’t any concern for me. I’d stayed late plenty of times to workout naked and jack off. I told the gym attendant I would take care of everything. Ian looked very excited about the prospect of staying late and working out with me.

Ian looked over at me and gave me a puppy-dog look of “what’s next?”

Part 2 will be later this week.

Let’s get this out of the way up front: I’m picky about my porn. Combining both the snobbery of my non-kink life as a performer with the additional snobbery of my reasonable photoshop skills means that nothing can wilt my boner faster than a cheesy video performance or a very poorly photoshopped porno pic.

Allow me to offer an example:

This photo actually makes my eyes hurt a little bit. What the hell is going on here exactly? Let’s dissect why this hot concept is ruined by not-hot photoshopping.

• Granted, the concept is kinky. Who doesn’t get off on forced workout scenes? (I know I certainly do!) But it’s not really a stretch to imagine this scenario. In fact, I’m fairly certain that there are REAL photographs of scenes like this floating around. Maybe not specifically with a whip, but definitely with the cop and the hapless push-up slave.

• Light sources! The most common problem with bad photoshopping is nailing down the light sources. Are we to believe that the push-up guy is casting a shadow to his left on the floor, but Officer Whippy does not? Is he a ghost? If so, then there is an even more perverse undercurrent to this kink.

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How many of you have been over at a guys house, he asks you to lay on the ground, then he takes a big shit on you?

No… not you?

Well, yes. Some people are into it, but I’ve never done it. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be aware the precautions in case you are interested in exploring it or if you have a friend looking for some advice.

Shit play encompasses a ‘Brown Rainbow’ of sexual desire. Some scat players are only into the visual aspects, such as watching someone take a dump or looking at an unflushed toilet while aroused. Many are into smearing shit on their bodies. Some like to eat shit. Still others are into ‘Farming’ or gathering shit from public toilets. For most it is probably some combination of these activities. [source]

As with any situation, always take the basic precautions – protection and the (not so common) common sense. Basic precautions in this case could include gloves and possibly a dental dam.

Some other things to know is that scat is that it can transmit HIV and other STIs just like you can with blood. There are some other diseases you can get from scat that you can’t get from a nice juicy white load. Those include include e-coli, Hepatitis A, B and C. So, it’s best if you can get the Hepatitis vaccine if you plan to really get into this. Some of these things can kill you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy this.

There is much more to this than just the precautions, but it’s a place to start. If you have any experience with this, or any questions please let me know.

Hanky color Brown