Cuddling on the
Wild Side

Editor’s Warning: This is definitely not for beginners and should only be done with experienced people.

I’m feeling anxious, nervous and really excited. It is my first time in this dungeon space and I haven’t previously played very hard with the Top I’m here with. Yet I’ve agreed to let him use a single tail snake whip on me tonight. Despite the conventional wisdom that says man cannot fly, I am also hoping to Fly tonight. I’m being led through a large dungeon play space that is packed with many very hot leather-clad and naked men engaged in advanced BDSM scenes: floggings, bondage, breath control, needle play, fisting, you name it. The Top I’m with directs me to the far end of the room where a large St. Andrews cross is standing in the corner. He tells me to strip naked.

Despite the fact that I do not have a finely honed gym body (to say the least), I comply with his request immediately and without a lot of nervous stress, because being naked in a room with 40 other men is now the least of my angst. I’m more concerned at this point with not humiliating myself, not embarrassing my Top and generally making sure I’m not in over my head.

St Andrew's Cross

At my Top’s direction I stand facing the cross and the corner, with my back to him. He asks if I would like my wrists and ankles restrained to the cross and I explain that I prefer no restraints. He begins warming up by throwing the whip, but not making direct contact with me. I can hear it whistle right before cracking as it breaks the sound barrier. I can also feel the slight air movement near my back. It’s only a couple of inches away now. I am ready to feel it. And then it happens – the first kiss of the whip against my back. The pain is sharp and stinging. I breathe through the pain and vocally grunt to help process it. He continues building the strokes in a relatively steady rhythm and in a classic V pattern on my back. He builds slowly, ramping to harder lashes with longer contact stripes. By ramping the pain slowly and not “burning his dinner” I am keeping pace with the pain he’s inflicting and processing it with the help of aggressive breathing, loud grunting and tons of sweat. I am about ready to Fly.

So what exactly is “flying?”

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Some pics from the Folsom Street Fair. Click on them for a larger view.

Wandering around the Folsom Street Fair hanging with my friends

2 fun and interesting guys from Vancouver

A great guy I met. He's in the Bearhunter X 2009 calendar.

Met him at the Big Muscle party from LA.

Two of my SF buds with some of their friends.

A random guy I saw while dancing. I loved what he was wearing.

He was begging for more.

A couple weeks this older, furry, muscular, submissive guy wanted to meet up with me at the gym. We did and had a pretty good workout, but I also needed some help getting some boxes from my storage and putting them in my car. He had some extra time so I told him he was going to help me.

We got to my storage place just down the street from my gym. It was a hot Texas August evening. He followed me down a short, but dimly lit hallway to where my storage room was. I unlocked the doors and had him follow me in. As soon as he walked in the door grabbed him and  threw him against the wall in the dingy storage room lit only by 1 weak light bulb. With my arm holding him against the wall, I reached over and shut the door.

He wasn’t squirming much, but if he knew what was to come, he should have been. With one arm against his chest I grabbed onto his big nips and started pinching watching the expression on his face. It wasn’t a gentle pinch. He winced a little, but didn’t get the response I want so I started twisting them watching him squirm and getting my dick harder and harder. I then grabbed his head and forced him violently to his knees and told him to unzip my pants and start sucking my thick, uncut cock. He did, just not deep enough. I smacked him across the face for being such a fucking pussy, then grabbed the back of his head and forced my cock down the back of his throat. Grabbing his head and repeatedly thrusting my cock deep into his throat until he was gagging on it and grasping for air.

By this time we were dripping in sweat and I told him to stand up, and get butt-ass naked. He took off his shirt and drop his pants around his ankles. I then grabbed his underwear, pulling it to the ground watching his long and thick cock fall out. I continued to work his pencil-thick nips, making him squirm in delight with each pinch, squeeze, twist and pull. I reached down while working wone of his nips and grabbed his big balls and gave them a nice tug watching him wince in pain. Then a long squeeze to make sure he knew who was in charge. I switched between crushing his balls with both hands and twisting his nipples till he was begging for mercy. I even pulled his balls out tightly with one hand and started smacking them, gently at first, then gradually harder till he was falling towards the floor.

With him being halfway to the ground, I forced him back down to the floor with his pants and underwear around his ankles and continued to face fuck him till I blew my big load into his mouth watching it slowly drip out the sides of his mouth at the same time. Once I was done, pulled my pants back up, grabbed a towel and wiped the dripping sweat and remaining cum off myself. Then threw the towel at him and told him to grab some boxes when he was cleaned up and bring them out to my car. I made that bitch fill up my car, then when I was done drove off.

It was hot, dirty, dark and twisted… perfect for me.