I had a fantastic time this past weekend with 240-something amazing men.
I spent time in chains and other forms of serious locking metal restraint, and I also spent some time putting others in restraints of various forms. From the first night when I was locked down and stroked off (thanks, Bill and Ken … you guys are awesome!) to the strict metal hogtie (thanks Max!) to the various meals that I hobbled to under the control of some very interesting men (you have no idea how much I am into you guys!) to the last night when I enjoyed pissing on several other guys in Cabin V (fuck that was hot!) — I enjoyed every minute of the play weekend!
To all of you who were there — from alpha to beta to gamma to delta — thank you so very much for keeping my cock hard! I am still hard now just thinking about it!
And your positive feedback is very much appreciated. Thank you! I am thrilled, honored and humbled that you like my blog. And I promise to continue to update regularly.
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And more than anything else … thanks for keeping it HOT!!! You guys are fucking amazing!
By david stein
The room is about 12 feet on a side and 10 feet high, the walls faced with roughly dressed light-gray stone. The floor is covered with thick black rubber and slopes gently toward a drain in one corner. On the ceiling there’s gray acoustical tile.
Continue reading Becoming Real
Once more, it is a true story …
As you will discover in the text, I was not “100% conscious” at all time, so I will tell you things how they happened really, not as I felt them on the spot. To make the text easier to read, I will also include at their place some facts I did not know, but I’ve been told later then…
Continue reading Intercepted in a Train
Home from the age of 16 was a shared tenement building on the rough side of the world infamous Gorbals district of Glasgow. Well it could be said that there wasn’t really a good side to the Gorbals district, except the community and neighbourly spirit. The tenement flat had two bedrooms, kitchen and a lounge, which was shared with a three other lads, like me new apprentices at the big John Browns shipyard on the Clyde.
Continue reading The Apprentice Welder
Ah, university, for most our first taste of freedom and a chance to explore, down the track some knowledge apparently is passed along, I was at uni and loving it. I was staying on campus, but (thankfully) not in one of the party colleges, oh don’t get me wrong, there was a buttload of partying going on but thankfully I was in one of the cookie cutter colleges on campus, they were a large 5 story building, nice and simple.
Continue reading The Altar
I wanted to qualify as a master, I kept telling myself as the car approached the base brig. Their theory was that in order to give it you first had to take it. They had made me request it in writing, and then had sat on it for a week so I could change my mind. But, I had been thinking about it for eight years, ever since I entered the program. I knew what was involved, but part of me wanted to be tested, even while another part of me was scared shitless.
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This week I attended the final Wednesday night meeting of Gay Male S/M Activists (GMSMA). That’s right, I said “final.” Finished. Done. It’s over. The organization’s annual meeting on Wednesday, June 17, 2009, was billed as a “celebration of GMSMA.”
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To say that I was cranky was an understatement. I got home from work and hurled my wallet and keys at the wall. Not caring if they hit something, in fact I was really feeling like hitting something, or rather someone! Jake was meant to have called me a week ago, and there was no word from him still. I wiggled the mouse on my comp to wake it up and looked through a few online pages, both gay and social networks. No action on any of his profiles.
Continue reading The Pit: A Story by Catdude