MY SECOND INTERROGAYTION EVENT

Friday 13, 2024

About 12:00pm

LINK INTERROGAYTION

         LB

        THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

        THE INITIATION

       ALABASTER

       PEARLY WHITES

       SHOOTER

       SEXY GUARD

              

              

              

The day has come.  I am getting my stuff ready to go to San Francisco for their fourth Interrogaytion event.  For me it will be my second.  I'm attending as a guard.  The last time I attended, I was a deputy.  

To understand more of the theme read THE INTERROGAYTION.

I decide that this time I am not going to bring as much to the event.  Just my lube, condoms and a few other items.  

Even though I hardly Bareback I decide to go with my 2-1-1 Prep routine just in case I do here and there.  12 noon I take my two pills and pack my Doxy as well.  

Around 8:00pm

I arrive late due to traffic and leaving later than expected.  When I get in, I show my ID and get my number.  I Strip naked and put my belongings into the bag given at coat check. 

Normally I would have some type of jockstrap or outfit on for the event.  This time I am going with my black ball cap of course, my leather cock ring and black gloves.   I decide to be nude.  I normally overheat with a bunch of stuff on so I'm keeping it simple.  I look at my leather wallet holster.  I debate if I want to bring it or not.  It has my lube and condoms in it.  I make my mind up not to bring it.  

I decide this event, I'm going to go bare.  That means no condoms what so ever.

This would be my first time.  

This wouldn't be my first barebacking but my first time doing it in such a capacity.  I have always been more heedful in whom I have unprotected sex with.

One being that I am coming from a generation that used protection after the AIDS crisis.  It has become second nature now.  The second being that I've always viewed that as something I do with a small circle of people that I have built a special connection with.    

No more contemplating. 

I decide to leave the holster in the bag and just go with just me.  

Since I get in late, everyone is already fucking.  The sounds of men moaning, screaming and flesh slapping against each other; added with the rattling of the slings, brings a dark and almost ominous air to the atmosphere.  Anyone unfamiliar with what is going on behind the black curtain would probably hesitate going past the dark threshold.  For the rest of us, it is the call that we are home.

At this point, the times of and order in which things happen may or may not be out of order.  Everything is a blur once behind the black curtain.  There are no devices, no sense of time, just 100% fucking.

I walk into the venue.  To my right is a couch with three inmates with their asses poked out waiting to be plugged.  To my left is a sling with a guard railing a guy that sounds very familiar.  I have heard those moans before.  Even though the inmates are hooded, I can totally recognize my buddy.  It's LB and he's taking it hard and deep.

The sights and sounds are arousing but I'm not fully up yet.  Honestly, I'm inquisitive and yet tentative on whether I am on board with sticking my dick into a bunch of unknown assholes I have no knowledge of.  

To help get my mind into a groove, I look down at my not quite semi hard dick, lube up and slowly stroke.  

The aesthetic of the leather cock ring around my freshly trimmed cock and balls starts to get me more aroused.  I've also lost about 15 pounds in the last few weeks; so my belly is no longer eclipsing my erection.  I actually feel much sexier these days. 

 

I look down as I stroke my dick with my leather cock ring.  I apply a bit of lube.  I walk towards the couch.  I migrate towards the first inmate at the end with his ass poked out.  He has fair skin; not much color to him, almost alabaster. 

I walk up to him and touch his backside to let him know I am behind him. As I stick my finger in to test the waters, I begin to grow.  Slowly I insert myself into him.  He lets out a moan almost as a sigh of relief.  It’s warm, moist and just the right fit.  I go in and begin fucking. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck yes! Fuck!" He repeats over and over as I pick up the pace.

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STROKE 10

Normally I don't duplicate my post entries.  I would usually direct a suggested read to the link of the blog it came from.  In this case I will do both. Stroke 10 Is an account from my blog THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES . It is much more under the radar than this blog; so it doesn't receive the traffic that this one does and I am totally alright with that. "The Chronicles" is more of a side project that is still one of my babies.  However I am discovering that my masturbation journey and my kink lifestyle often intertwines with each other.  I'm sure because of this, there may be a few stories from my bate journal that will be shared on this blog as well.

November 28, 2024

I knew there was a reason I kept that empty sparkling water bottle.  

If we’re being honest, sparkling water does nothing for me.  It is in no way my jam.  

I figured since I'm cutting down on my sodas, I’d try it as a substitute.  Well, it didn't satisfy my taste buds but the bottle was surely put to good use.

12:24pm

I squatted myself in front of the camera dressed in a black t-shirt, my signature black leather jacket and  white socks with red and blue stripes at the cuff.  I had my shades on with my black leather gloves in my tighty whities. 

I set the photo timer to get a few selfie shots standing and posing for the right moment.  Slowly I began rubbing between my legs; not just my dick, but my balls and taint as well.  I started to get hard. 

I decided not to take my dick out of my drawers.  Since I've been into ass play lately, I decided to focus on that area.

A few weeks ago I purchased a bottle of sparkling water.  After finishing it, I decided to wash it out and put it with my stash of toys.

I got the bottle out, laid on the ground with my legs open and looked for the entry to my hole.  I pushed and pushed until the material of my underwear would no longer allow.

I had made a distinguishable imprint in the underwear so that it was noticeable where I was pushing.  

Using a key from my keyring, I punched a small hole right in the center of the imprint.  With my fingers I widened the rip.  I grabbed the bottle and began to push.  The hole was not big enough.

I took my leather gloves off and replaced them with my black, disposable, nitrile gloves.

Again, I ripped the hole a bit wider.  I picked up some lube and the bottle.  I lubed up the neck of the bottle so that it was well oiled along with my gloved fingers.  I squatted down to the ground and greased up my fuck hole with plenty of white lube.

I sat down and began a slow bounce as the neck of the bottle invaded my anal canal.  

Eventually I laid back, spread my legs and pushed the neck in and out while on the ground spread eagle.  

I had enough.  It didn't last very long.  I am still very tight.  As a matter of fact I'm so tight you could hear the suction when the bottle popped out of my hole.  

This one was definitely a fun one.  I look forward to many bottle rides.  Whether someone pounds my pussy into next Wednesday is yet to be known.  But for now I am enjoying breaking my "fairly good condition" cherry in with assturbation.

TODAY’S PICK : THE GREAT P🍒SSY DEBATE

Link:TODAY'S PICK

Every so often I choose a post or more from fellow bloggers,  maybe a book I read, or Sometimes I will go through my own blog and reread something mainly as a way of proof-reading. 

Today I was reading THE GREAT P🍒SSY DEBATE.  It is a topic that continues to spark conversation and even some controversy.  We all have our opinions and practices.  The beauty of being different is having a unique perspective on various topics yet still having the choice to decide whether to agree or not while respecting the rights of others who choose their own paths.

This is Today's Pick.

NAH, WE GOOD

Link: THE SCARS

Some time last year

Warning: If you suffer from White fragility, this may ruffle your delicate feathers.  You've been warned.

Some time last year, I was on my X account scrolling through my timeline.  

I came across a clip from a production company that specializes in Black, Bi, kink porn.  The producers were sharing clips for promotion to their site. 

I found it rather mesmerizing as it is very rare that I see bisexual porn featuring nothing but black men and women.

The clip showed five guys gang banging this one lady before turning on each other.  I just had to visit this page to see more.

There were clips of man/woman, man/man, woman/woman and mixed orgies.  Every scene was fucking hot.

Scrolling through the comments, I read one that was more of a suggestion from a White viewer.

The suggestion was,"More interracially mixed would be better.  I'm just saying."

I replied with, "Nah, we good."

I continued, "As much as I'm all for interracial bondage kink; C'mon! Just look at my page! lol

We need more Black Bondage / Kink representation.

Social media is bombarded with a Eurocentric perspective of sex, kink, fashion etc.

It is definitely not hard to find white men engaging in all kinds of kinks.  It is also not hard to discover interracial porn and kink.  But, Black porn that doesn't include a White face is very rare.

All Black porn is very much needed because the more we get used to 'Black porn', (that is really just interracial porn) the more the message is sent: We can't be sexy unless there is a White man or non- Black man in our content.  It is a conditioning I am all too familiar with.

Our sexiness don't need to rely on another race to be so.

So. Nah, we good.

TODAY'S PICK: STROKE 9

There are so many ways to find self pleasure.  Masturbation is not just an activity of stroking one's dick up and down.  I have and continue to discover various ways to get the most out of Self pleasure.  Stroke 9  from THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES is a description of only one of the many ways to reach an orgasmic finale.

I look forward to you reading and enjoying at Stroke 9 .

TODAY'S PICK: STROKE 8

An excerpt from my latest entry. Read the full version of STROKE 8.

... I have been told that I am a good cocksucker. However, I want to work on my stamina and deep throating skills.

Since my last bronchial infection, my gag reflex has been lacking.  I begin to go down.  I am unable to reach my normal capacity due to my bronchial spasms.  However, having an object down my throat is just what I need to get me in the mood to be a good hole...

WAX

An original post from my previous blog.

Some time in June 2013

He Squirmed and moaned as I cautiously spilled the wax from the candle down his back.  Immobilized by the restraints, he bucked and squirmed the best way he could.  

"You doing alright?"

He nodded his head. 

"um hum."  He mumbled as he lay there with the ball gag in his mouth.

There have been a few brave enough to try wax and explore.  There is something about a guy trying wax for the first time and losing his fucking mind.

What does a Dom get out of pouring candle wax down the back of a sexy bottom?

For me, it is the way they squirm and moan.  It's almost poetic.  It really doesn't have much to do with inflicting pain as it is they way their bodies respond to the sting.  It's being bound and having no alternative but to trust that I have their best interest at hand.  It's the way the white wax dries up and looks like the nectar from a man's orgasm.  Seeing the dried substance on the body is so erotic.

Wax is just so hot.  Literally.