Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

Who else loved the darkly erotic Depeche Mode song, Master and Servant ? This was the kinky sex music of the eighties. I have fucked to this song, and Nine Inch Nails, and others.  CAUTION: This entry has race play in it. A lot. I have really complicated feelings about race play, and I explain a lot of them through the course of this entry... but if that's a thing that bothers you, just skip this one. It's kind of like how racism is baked into American history, especially in the South - this whole entry has too much race play in it to just skip this bit.  I do my best not to be racist in my personal life. In the same way that I wouldn't take my paddle and start smacking people standing in a convenience store line, I'm not going to pop out the racist epithets unless it's an occasion where I'm using it like that paddle - n a carefully constructed and managed consent-based experience, with frequent check-ins.  In the material that I'm posting, there's one

  My usual method with writing these, is to start with narrative, and then sprinkle in bits of video.  Thiago was one out of several spectacular men the other night. I got to make some AMAZING video stuff with him. Some of it things that I've been talking about for a while. He agreed to play with a new throat-fucking sextoy that I ordered a while back that finally got here from England, and THAT was amazing. There are other guys. I need to write the narrative. But for now, just to hold this place, I'm going to post some of the videos. That way when I go through and narrate, I can edit around them to get the effects. They're in chronological order, so this all happened in the space of a few hours, but some of it is a second, and then a third session. His husband helps to hold the camera, and they were funny, like at one point where I'm working over his tongue with my fingers while he's being a good boy and wearing the Whitehead gag for me, and you see him obviously k

I arrive at the bath house, and tonight everything is smooth. There's no line to check in; the clerk is the same friendly guy who took care of me last time around, but instead of things feeling weird and discombobulated, everything is running on steel rails. I get the room I like; I thank him for taking care of me last week with the upgrade. I am smiling and happy. I get my waters, grab three towels because I kind of have things in mind for tonight, and head to my room. I get my stuff all arranged... paddle, belt, mask, hood, and cuffs laid out conveniently on the double bed, figure out what shade I want the light for tonight, a bright gold, and vape some THCa.  Once I'm all settled, I start the usual prowl. I get as far as the second maze, where there's a few guys gathered around watching this beefy guy getting fucked in the sling. The guys are mostly lining the walls; this happens a lot, when there's something going on in one of the better-lit spaces - guys will find