the boy, rook

My First Flogging

B first contacted me on Recon. We had a lot in common, he described himself as a top bear perv, and one that enjoyed a little abuse and kinky play. I said “hi” back and we got to chatting.

What he’s really into, it turns out, is just being a selfish brute (in a good way). A little beating, a little flogging, a lotta roughness. He was also artsy, and enjoyed movies and good television. He was an all-around well-versed, nice guy. In the bedroom (or where ever), it was all about him as a Dom Top, and he didn’t even care if his sub got off. He enjoyed it rough – leather, a good beating, some scratching, a lot of nipple play, and flogging. I was a little intrigued, a little scared, and a lotta hooked. I knew I could into serving this guy.

He suggested a meet before a session, which very much puts me at ease and is something I prefer all the time – for friendship, for vanilla hookups, for whatever. We ended up at Barracuda – a popular enough gay bar ’round here that on the night in question, was almost empty.

We sat and chatted and drank. We chatted about all sorts of things from TV to life-stories. As I drank more scotch and he drank more vodka, I moved over next to him because as loud as the music was I could barely hear him. Our positioning worked out that I had to put my arm around him. When I got back from a bathroom trip, he repositioned so his would be around me (the proper place for a boy). The rest of that night his hand worked his way into my shirt, mine over his cock. He pinched and flicked and tortured my nipple so much it was bruised and was super sensitive to the lightest touch later. He scratched my back so hard I thought he’d cut points into his finger nails. I was drunk, and happy, and having a good time.

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My First Time

This is a real story from my experience.

When I finally started to embrace this part of me, I had no idea what to do or how to go about learning the ropes. I created a new Recon profile, joined Fetlife, all that kind of thing. But it was slow going – and that’s mostly my fault because I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m shy, even a little scared, and occasionally have running movies in my mind of being abducted, raped, or worse.

My first time being dominated was with D—. He’s a flight attendant from Florida, based out of New York, so he comes up this way on occasion. Our fantasies and thoughts around Domination and submission were pretty close to one another, and chatting with this guy until the wee hours of the morning was really fucking hot. In a nutshell, he loves prison scenes, or hazing scenes; basically where his subs are stripped naked and inspected, forced to perform, shouted down and beaten if necessary. The specifics weren’t something I’d ever fantasized of, but I’d be damned if I wouldn’t submit to someone who could really get into a scene. And so one day when he was finishing a flight, he came to my apartment for introductions.

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