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.”
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.”
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.
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?”
(Naughty pics after the jump)
Check out the rest of the Witch’s Son series.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.