Let's play... master and servant

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 N-word. There's a LOT of rough language. My submissive partner, who instigated this play session and gave me the general guidelines he wanted, gave me a list of words. Unfortunately, because the storage on my phone got full, I lost about a dozen video clips - it went way, WAY weirder. 

So, I meet LaQuan in the maze. He kneels down and sucks my dick, and tells me he wants to submit to me, to be my slave boy. At first, I kind of do a double-take - it sounds like what I'd hear if he'd read my blog, and followed a couple of specific entries [see also: Remarkable, Racy]. But this is just a random chance, out of the blue. I HAVE NEVER MET THIS BOY, we haven't chatted, he didn't email me... I'm literally negotiating this scene live on camera. We hash out some basics really quick BEFORE I turn on the camera, because he wants some shit that I'm VERY careful with, and it needs some talking about. 

But for most of the real meat of the evening, I negotiate with the video running. You can get a glimpse into how I manage that kind of consent agreement on the fly; it's respectful but aggressive, and it allows him to control the experience while having me drive. It's a fun way to play. 

He leans over, picks up my belt from the bed (I keep it coiled and handy there... It's an excellent conversation starter. Some guys say yes) and he puts it around his neck and passes me the end. Holy fuck. 

At first, he's a moderately good cocksucker, but can't stand being gagged. This is a problem. It's one he wants to work on. So... we work on it. Over the course of the evening, he progresses admirably - going from a very sensitive gagger and unable to take a lot of mouth and throat play, to a throat goat who can let me finger his epiglottis while he looks at me and shakes and trembles and rides the waves of ecstatic rush. The camera problem, I promise, lost some awesome, awesome stuff. Some circus sex stuff. I'll describe it, but I am so bummed I can't show you. But that's later.

This is me getting him sorted out as a cocksucker to the point that I'll feel comfortable sharing him with other guys. That's what he's really horny for - he wants me to be his master, and pass him around with other men. For preference, other white men. But if I'm going to have one end of him while somebody else has the other, I want to make sure he's pristine and sufficiently trained to at least have good hard fun with at both ends. 

We have a false start, which I don't save the file from. He cleaned out, he swears... and I explain to him what I'm doing to his butthole will open up somebody who's done the ten minute cleanout, and make him messy [see also: Big Dick Privilege, Big Dick Problems]. And not everybody even knows about the deeper, half-hour cleanout you need if you're going to be getting fucked like you actually fantasize about - the deep, thrusting, penetrating stuff that makes the guys standing around grunt and whistle and want to be either one of the two of us? That stuff will fold open your rectosigmoid junction, and you'll get shit on my dick if you didn't hose your hole deep enough. So I explain that he gets one chance... I'll go wash my dick (or let him wash it for me, kneeling and washing my body carefully, making sure I'm clean, taking me into his mouth to be sure...) and then I'll let him go re-do his douche, and if he's clean after, we're golden. If he's messy again, it means he won't be able to GET to pristine without half an hour in a shower with a hose... and I don't have that here. But he cleans me up, and then goes and takes care of his business, and comes back and he's good and very clean, and I am happy to start again. I am always willing to give a boy another chance, because I know that I'm not exactly what they expect, and maybe they have these dark fantasies but nobody's really picked them up and run with them. You go to the baths thinking you'll suck a dick or two, maybe some older white man sneer when you kiss his feet... and then somebody says, "Hell, yeah, I'm game, let's go" and you spend the night getting your shitter split by big dick, and it's a very different level. (Howdy to my Twitter friend, who also uses that word... it's so deliciously transgressive, even in a blog with this kind of vulgarity level.) 

Anyway. I hear from a lot of guys, that they go to Club Dallas on a weekday, and it's boring and they have a bad time. And I think the reason that my experience is more like a caravanserai filled with enthusiastic boy-whores, is because I go into it with my imagination held out in front of me like a torch, and my hard dick ready for adventure. I talk with guys about this a lot - since I started THINKING this way about sex, I've had some absolutely fairy-tale fantasy experiences - and hot guys just keep throwing themselves at my penis. Yeah, I do hot things with my dick, but it's my brain that's seen the revolution. It's the attitude, and the willingness to experiment, and the connections, and the sheer crotch-grinding hotness, and the kid-in-a-candy-store FUN of it all. As Glad-OS says in one of the Portal ending credits, which I have never played but my love for Jonathan Coulton's geeky music makes me feel like I have... 

"It's hard to overstate my satisfaction." 

 

And I guess this is, you know, aperture science. Both in the sense of opening up this boy's throat so that it can be fucked vigorously, and in the sense of creating a lens into the interior experiences, sharing the part that goes on in between my ears. Which I think is the part that makes the part that I say with my voice and the part that I do with my dick, so hot. We do what we must, because we can. 

Anyway. Then, we get to some light, conversational ass-beating. I love how brilliantly the welts show on his skin - he's kind of a medium-caramel color, but the paddle marks are almost ashy looking whitish gray, and then they puff slightly. He lets me hit him quite a bit. I love how responsive he is about checking in and feedback. I know some Doms don't want this - but I love it. 

CAUTION - there's an N-word in this one. I have carefully laid out where he consents, again and again, and he understands exactly how I handle this - this is a word he asked for. This is pretty edgy for me, and I am hesitant to put it out there, because I know somebody's going to point to it and not read the previous material. But I have all the receipts, and you've seen the negotiation, so you know what you're getting if you click play. 

He wants me to be his master and pass him around. The sum total of the race play experiences I've had, are the two that I've written about (linked above) and one conversation where I walked a boy around a block and spanked his ass and choked him out a little by a parking lot pillar. This is not something I've got deep experience on. So - and I mean this honestly - please feel free to give me feedback. Tell me what you think about this. I get remarkably little feedback - more so from videos I post on ThisVid or Twitter, but still - I'm mostly just jerking off into the void. Y'all get in touch. Rubmybutch is my Twitter. RubMyButch on ThisVid. RubMyButch (at) gmail (dot) com. Comments here. But I'm really curious about the feelings this brings up for you. Not just the feelings that you get from watching it - but the ways you feel about me doing it, this way. 

LaQuan gets his balls smacked. This starts out with me having Lance show him what a good cocksucker does... and then I end up spanking his nuts with my hand while Lance deepthroats his sweet little pecker. 

Then I spend some time beating his ass with the paddle. The way the marks come up almost white fascinates me. 

LaQuan pissfuck

LaQuan sucks in the shower

LaQuan gets his ass beat by hand, as I explain about how that activates his sympathetic nervous system. 

And THIS hot guy - he shows up, and comes into my room when I invite him in. He's muscular, smooth-bodied with a handsome face that reminds me of a blend of Asian and Latin - and this gorgeous mop of curly hair that looks like it has silver thread blended in with steel wool. It's a striking variation of "salt and pepper." We play a LOT. LaQuan sucks his dick. I spank his ass, and show my new friend how to treat LaQuan mean. It's so much fun. This is where I start losing videos, though - so you don't get to see a LOT of the stuff that goes on. Every time I film a little bit, I have to find something else to erase. It finally turned out (figured out the next day) that a podcast app had been saving every old listened-to file... it sucked up thirty gigabytes. So... here's me, teaching this other hot top how to beat my boy. 

After this - it goes crazier. I have LaQuan kneeling on the floor, and my top friend and I make out as we take turns shoving our cocks into his throat. I tell him to "Go back and forth... from one big white dick to another. Just keep that mouth open," and I hold his skull with one hand and his jaw with the other, and show my friend how to open his throat for the deeper work. At one point, we have Lance lying on the bed, throat hanging over the edge, and LaQuan on his belly right next to him, so that we can go from one deep second hole to the other, trailing long strands of glistening saliva. I shove my cock into the second hole in Lance's throat, and pull it out with a bolus of slimy mucus, and shove that into LaQuan. Then my new friend follows me, and then I go around and start the round Robin over. It's INSANE. 

Finally, we all kind of need a break, and I thank the other top for joining in. He thanks me too, saying he feels like a pornstar - I tell him, he looks like a porn star, and he certainly fucks like one... I'd love to play with him again. If you're out there, hot dude with the curly hair and the fun attitude - say hi. :) 

This night keeps going, and going. There are... four more guys? There are more videos. I'm just handling the typing as I can, and it's taking time to upload video and get it to work - so stay tuned. :)

I'm walking through the maze, and I can hear the sounds of deepthroat sex being done properly. Hard gagging, the slurp and smack of somebody getting pounded in the throat, the grunting of the top. Shaking the walls of the glory-hole cubby. I finally find the right cubicle, and twitch aside the curtain just a bit so I can watch. This young bear cub is busy going to town on some guy's dick. I watch for a while, and then he reaches out to take my hard dick in his spare hand. I'm not sure if the other top just gets his fill, or if he's not interested in sharing his experience - but the cocksucker seems really enamored of my dick, and I'm very much inclined to tell him yes. The other top withdraws. There is a certain amount of "Hey, dude, your cocksucker is my cocksucker now" macho bullshit that goes on in these situations, and I'll admit, I occasionally allow a bit of an inward gloat and ego rush, that I've out-dicked the other stud... but, I don't ever intrude if I'm not welcomed, and I'll always cede to the guy who had the chair before me, If I say something like "May I?" and he says something like "We're kind of in the middle of something, thanks, guy" I don't bull up and try to be an asshole about it. I know if the boy on his knees wants me instead, he'll find me in a minute after gently relinquishing his turn on the other top's cock. Butanyway... I offer him my dick, and he's ON it. Like, hard down the throat in just a few sexy seconds. The other top... had been working through a glory hole, and you just can't align his head and throat properly if you can't grip his skull and his jaw. He lets me grip his throat and his jaw. He lets me push deep, although the guy before hadn't been. He lets me thrust hard into his throat - really railing his esophagus with my cock, and he doesn't resist or even struggle much. He's VERY good. I can recommend his services. If a guy like this sucks your dick, and you DON'T fuck him hard in the throat, you're doing a disservice to his hard-won abilities, and you're missing out on some ASTOUNDING sensations. 

Then, another guy comes up wearing a towel over his head, and watches for just a bit. It seems weird - I wear mine over my shoulder, because I am showing off both my dick and my attitude - but he's wearing his like a hood. It's clearly there to conceal his face. It makes him walk leaned a little forward, so he can peek out through the corner. I don't know if it's just a fear of seeing other guys he knows here, or if he's a Somebody I Should Recognize being incognito. But it feels like one of those two. He kneels down next to the bear cub, takes the towel off his head, looks up at me obediently, and just waits. I am thoroughly enjoying the cub, but this guy really pushes my buttons. He's probably in his mid-twenties. He's got the kind of lithely muscled athletic body, and the all-American face, that usually comes with monogram-engraved sports equipment, and a beautiful thatch of thick hair on his broad chest. He looks like the hot frat boy in a rom-com who spends all his time doing brewskis with his broskis until he falls in love with the neighbor dad. I'm not a chickenhawk by any means - but I do have this kind of wolfish aggressive energy toward young hot guys. It's like there's a rush to talking them into letting me overpower them. Guys want to be overpowered, but conditionally. They want to struggle to get away; they want to beg a rapist to stop and he wont... but there's always the secret safety key, and you know how to really make it stop. 

I like teaching younger guys how to do some of the shit you don't really comprehend properly until you've been around the block and up that weird alley. But I also enjoy subduing a young stallion and giving him a space to submit to Daddy. To be used as a beautiful and obedient sex servant; to be objectified. I step over to him, so that the two are side-by-side, and present him with my penis. This boy, too, is right on it. OMG. He sucks like a hoover, and has remarkable skills with his tongue. He lets me fuck his throat, too, with no appearance of disobedience when I gag him hard with a long deep hold, pushing him into air hunger and physiological panic. He taps when he's had enough, but he lets me decide to respect his tap, he doesn't pull off me. THAT is dedication and practice. Whatever I have done to please the throat-fuck gods, I am just wallowing in treasures. I feel like this is some special gift that I'm being blessed with for my diligent ministry in throat-training. For being a spectacularly creative pervert. For writing this blog... and doing the hot sex things it inspires. For the Twitter full of penis and mucus and accurate scientific sexplanations, because you reach people with the holy-fuck sexy weirdness, but you teach them with the actual things they're seeing happen, being explained, in a rational, non-threatening but stern voice. I am very hesitant to blow my own horn on some of this stuff (I used to be limber-and-hung enough to manage it; it is NOT what it's cracked up to be. Badum-ching.) But seriously... this is is a LOT of good fun. I ask the two guys if they'd be willing to come back to my room and let me get any of this awesome play on video, and they both agree, if I have some kind of mask. 

I have multiple kinds of mask. There's a sleep-mask style blindfold, there's a mask with holes for eyes and mouth... there's one with no holes at all. So there's no problem at all, and we adjourn to my room. The handsome stranger doesn't feel comfortable with having all the neighbors in, but once he's switched to the mask with the eyeholes, he's golden. You can see him relax into the comfort of anonymity without worrying if his towel slips. I put the cub in the mask with no holes, but pulled up enough to allow me access to his throat. 

I start by pinning the All American to the wall and just hammering at his throat. He lets me hold him for time, he lets me fuck rigorously in and out. He gags, and I play with the slime. I reach my hands into his throat, triggering his gag reflex again and again, making sure he keeps eye contact with me, his brilliant bright eyes looking at me as I watch him comprehend and struggle with air hunger. I have some boy - I honestly don't remember which - running the camera, so he can get in there. [This is all video that got fucked up in the bad transfer, so no video. Well, and the other thing - All American told me he wanted to see it before I publish, and I'm OK with that because it was FUCKING HOT, and then he wrote me and told me not to publish any of the video. Without having seen any of it. I know that sense of fear and guilt creeps up on you, and I'm happy to honor that request. These guys are doing amazing things for me, and I know the bath house is an anonymous place. BUT - I also have no hot video clip to share with him, because that file got fucked by a phone-to-drive batch transfer that corrupted.] But, he does agree I have permission to write about him, and unless he messages me and says something, that isn't changed. I'll send him a link to this once it's finished. You're hot, guy. I hope you felt that during our experience, and I would be delighted to fuck your throat again. 

I set them side by side, and start going from one deep throat to the other. This has been kind of a trend with this intense bizarre evening. I have these boys who can do SUPERIOR deepthroat work, and I feel like the only way to properly celebrate that, is with bouts of vigorous throat-pounding interspersed with circus tricks. This kind of bizarre show-fucking is fun in a way that the actual sex is only a part of. There's this "Yee-haw, y'all lookit what I can do" aspect that gives me a whole other layer of rush. I'm not just dominating two hot cocksuckers, and getting my knob slobbered AMAZINGLY well, I'm also surrounded by guys who are both helping to document it, and jerking their dicks. Some of them are wishing they were me. Most of them are wishing they were the boy kneeling at my feet. This feels as hot as I could have possibly fantasized. It's like the sexual attention is shone on me like a heat lamp - I feel their gaze on my skin, envying me, desiring me. All those poor frustrated fellows who say things like, "I go on a weeknight, and I'm just bored, bored, bored... it's never any fun there," and I look at them and say, "That... has not been my experience. Did you try starting shit?" I look at my evenings at the bath house, or a sex party, as a potential hot porn scene just waiting to happen, and I have to figure out how to cast and script it using the guys I see in front of me, my perverted creative mind, and my penis. GO. It's like an improv class... always say "Yes, AND, then say thank You Sir."  I'm thinking in terms of "How could this be astonishingly hot? What could I say here to turn this into a CNC moment? You think he'll go for being gagged until he pukes?" and then... guys just say yes. And sometimes, I think, "You're at a bath house... of COURSE there will be whores." But then I look at the amazingly hot stuff I've been able to do, with the beautiful and dedicated pleasure-seekers I've had the joy to fuck.... and the stuff I've gotten on video, that I have been told by other people is objectively hot [Aside: this is a big autism issue for me. What I find hot, is often weird. I don't feel like my judgement of what's hot to "normal people" is all that solid. So, having people tell me things like, "I jerked off watching you, I liked it when you explained how to grab his skull" makes me feel like I'm correctly leveling the work, if that makes sense. Like I'm not geeking out so much that it's gross or off-putting to the majority of people. I am perfectly fine to be off-putting to a significant percentage of people, but they're not the ones looking for how-to's on intense gagging throat-sex.] I feel like I'm getting an above-average level of fun out of the experience. And I feel like I'm sodomizing beautiful and interesting men, and I feel like I look and sound relatively hot doing it. And now I feel like I need to point at the hot guys who've been willingly co-starring with this porn parade, and ask them to bow... because y'all, they've been SMOKING HOT for me. In all the ways. Intellectual connections about the nature of BDSM sex. Sophisticated back-and-forth about how they enjoy their fuckery, what brings the pleasure the most, which roleplay things turn them on, what they like to sniff or bite. Really spectacular deep-throat fucking, spanking, next-level second-hole sodomy. I've been given a lot of awesome pleasure lately, and I am grateful for it. 

After a while, All American gets his fill, and gets up and takes off the mask and puts on his towel again. The cub stays with me, though, and lets me get some more video, which I did manage to save. 

I had been planning on doing this with Thiago... in the shower, with piss. I pour water into the cub's mouth, and then fuck it into his throat. This pleases me immensely - it's a very hot sensation, the sounds are spectacular, and just the sheer wow factor of fucking his throat open and forcing the water down it, is awesome. I think of this like a sketch... this is a trick I'll be doing again, and I want to think of something fun to say, something about forcing a bolus of my piss into his stomach, and then continuing to unload more urine while I've got my cock full-depth in his esophagus, pissing directly into his stomach without him needing to swallow. Something like that. And commenting further on the sensations of the liquid surrounding my dick - because it's so much thinner than the slimy lube, it just floats down the middle but the channel remains slick and tight, and it's kind of like having your dick in a little private hot tub with the jets on full. The water reduces the slickness, and so my cock is rubbing tightly up against the surfaces of his esophageal lumen, his oropharynx, the muscular slab of tongue, his yielding soft palate and the ridge where the bony hard palate joins - all this stuff is kind of squelching with the mix of throat-slime and water and air. 

Then I fist his throat. This is a very, VERY good boy. OMG, this is fun. One note- if you're doing this kind of stuff, manicure is a big deal. Don't scratch somebody's tonsils. It's just not polite. I trim and buff and polish, and there's a nail kit in the play bag in case something is rough. Bottoms are in an amazing amount of discomfort for this kind of experience to start with - I don't want to not get invited back down some beautiful boy's throat because he had laryngitis for a week. Now, the boy who felt bruised and stretched for a week... that's another story [see: Angel Wings] but he was fully OK - just got rearranged. There's always some pain with growth. 

I love making a guy talk with my dick or my hand in his throat. The sense of submission seems particularly intense with that. It's a trick I got from the Gag the Fag videos. I've got a lot more material to write up about that series of work, and how it turned me on and opened my mind - but you can hear me making him say "I'm a cocksucking faggot" with my fist in his throat. He's surprisingly close to being audible. The bit that was in the lost batch... is where I literally explain to him the pornographic genius of Tom Bolt, while I stretch his throat and make him gag repeatedly with long air holds. I am literally holding down his epiglottis with three of my fingertips, and his options are to gag or barf or pass out. But that one, is in the bad batch, and I'll have to do it again. Not that I would pass up an opportunity to explain how much throat sex has been a fascination in my sexual life for a while now, and how much Tom intrigued that original interest. With something in the boy's throat, because that's one of those - you come for the hot throat-sex content, you stay for the lesson on niche porn, including (upcoming) some interview questions with the man himself. I feel perversely proud of the concept. I'll save the meat of it for another post; this one is FULL. 

And then I use him for an anatomy lesson. I want to do this with the Whitehead gag holding his mouth open, and the handle of a long smooth Korean spoon, and another guy to hold the camera and the light. I will get this on video soon, if I have my way. I want to point out the places the penis strokes, have him raise his palate arch to show how it reshapes the orifice, shift the mandible forward to show how it aligns the tongue and the palate, have him swallow, show where the gag reflex is most effectively triggered, on the back of the tongue and the back of the pharynx... I want to work up a little explanation script. It's the kind of freak I am. 

I apologize for the weird camera work on these - it's awkward, trying to hold on to him, and the camera, and get a decent angle. But I want to get close, because there's so much awesome stuff going on. The NOISES! Each one, think of it like a little musical instrument - because that vibrates on the penis. That sound that sounds like riding a horse with a creaky saddle - that's being conducted across the skin of my dick. If you've ridden a horse with a creaky saddle, and it made your dick hard, you'll understand. It kind of creaks through your whole pelvis, stimulating just about everything. Vibration is very often pleasurable, and vocalizations (humming, screaming, trying to talk) and the squelching of the liquids in the throat both make substantial vibration. 

This one - watch just after I say "God, that's delicious" - he makes a kind of cough. This is a thing that you get with long holds on deepthroat - you just hold, and the body will go into a cycle of cough/slime trying to rid the airway of obstruction. Lube it up with slime, and then thrust it out with a blast of air. The body will resort to puke if air doesn't work enough times. A lot of times it's almost like it's on a timer - depends on the guy, though, and how much control of his autonomic responses he has. Watch the way his hand starts to rise up to his face, and he puts it back down. This, genitalmen, is a skill. That's hard-won with practice. I know precisely what's involved; I can barely do it, but he's just effortless. I want him to raise his hand. I want him to stop himself. I want him to display this submission for me. GOOD BOY, you. Thank you for your service.

And there is another round of play with a couple of new hot guys and my slave boy - but it's late now and I gotta jerk off and go to sleep, so I'll keep getting this written as I have time.