The year 2002
About 2:45am
The year 2002
About 2:45am
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So this is how my day went.
“You’re good,” I exclaimed, referencing the way he would put his entire mouth on my bulge and then barely teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He knew how to play my dick just as well as I was going to play him.”
There is an art to being an excellent cocksucker and he definitely mastered it.
Like a guitarist playing his guitar; strumming the strings back and forth with his tongue and then digging into a climatic crescendo with his whole mouth and gently pulling back a soft decrescendo with just the tip of his tongue again. He knew how to make me feel good.
“Thank you Daddy.”
“Thank you What!” I exclaimed.
“Thank you Daddy,” he said louder.
I heard him the first time. I just wanted to assert myself a bit.
I don’t need to be aggressive. I don’t need to be rough or mean. That just isn’t me.
At least not usually.
But there are certain gestures and moments in which to remind the sub that I am the Dom and that he will answer me accordingly.
What it does is bring to life the power exchange that’s essential to getting the sub into a mood where he would sell the drawers off his ass; and give me every cent made, to be my boy.
It is then that I know I could request just about anything from him, even if it is a boundary he thought he would never cross.
"You want it?"
Link: THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF
It has become my trademark. I have been wearing ball caps ever since my dad bought me my first cap that came with a matching sweat suit as a very young kid.
The outfit was a dark blue sweat suit and the cap had my name engraved on it. He was a military man and would travel all over for weeks; sometimes two to three months at a time.
My mother never wanted us moving around. We would stay home while he went oversees. He would bring us back some of the coolest things as kids. One of my favorite souvenirs was that outfit.
As I got older of course, the whole outfit became out dated and I grew out of it. But everyone knew me from that cap with my name engraved.
Through the years I would have many caps and various hats. I have had caps with many colors and designs. But the one that always stuck with me was my basic black one with no designs on it.
That look has always been my signature Daddy persona. It literally takes on a life of its own depending what I wear it with and how I wear it.
And yes there is a science to wearing the Daddy cap.
How low I wear it depends on how dominant I feel at the time.
Even at the leather bars and kink events, it is usually worn pretty low; not because I don't want to be seen. I do this as an invitation to those I want in and a warning to those I want to keep out.
The cap has been a great tool for having a sense of anonymity when I shoot.
As many who know me would attest, I am very low key. Though I am pretty active throughout the internet; at the end of the day I like my privacy and I like being in my solitude with my partner. The cap provides that. At least it did.
Lately, when I go to the grocery store, if I wear my cap even as plain ole mild mannered Mark, There are two guys that look at me as if they have seen a ghost.
Even when I went to L.A. there were at least two guys that was staring me down as if they were really trying figure out who I am.
Is it all in my head?
I am not very convinced about that.
Checking my analytics I've noticed activity in the general area that I was staying.
Again: It could be my imagination running wild. However, I will only know if someone comes up to me and says,"Hey aren't you....."
Wether I have been noticed or not, it has definitely marked my suspicions about some of the guys I wondered about.
My gaydar has been pretty on point over the years. Time has revealed some of the hardest dudes, Vatos, homies, rednecks and "straight" men to be some of the best bottoms. So I know if my gaydar is on point; it is only a matter of time when someone comes up and ask me point blank.
When or if it happens: I guess the shit eating grin will reveal all they need to know.
I have had my share of empty hook ups and dating sites that were and still proves to be a waste of my time.
When I first started out having sex with men, I was 29. Not very young. I was somewhat of a late bloomer. The whole experience was new to me. I was so green about same sex relations that I just assumed all gay men were versatile.
Even though I loved being a top I also enjoyed bottoming although it was often challenging for me because I have always been very tight.
It wasn’t untIl later that year of discovering gay sex I learned that there are various roles in gay sex such as top, bottom, vers, vers top, and vers bottom. I discovered I was a versatile top, definitely leaning more toward the top side.
In my early thirties I was exposed to BDSM by a man that opened me to many kinks. This man dominated me and literally turned me inside out. He showed me what it was like to be his boy. It was often painful; sometimes scary.
He had me totally immobilized while he fed me his cock what felt like a 24 hour event each time he called me. He did what he wanted to me. Again, some felt good; some didn’t. But this wasn’t for my pleasure; it was for his and he made sure that I understood that.
The crazy thing about the whole experience is that even though I was pretty much at his mercy he always made it clear that at anytime I wanted, I could leave. So I wasn’t held hostage. Often times I anticipated his calls as much as I dreaded them. It was all I thought about at work, home or with my friends. This was my first set of experiences with what SIR described to me as BDSM.
Of course I’ve heard of S&M but the B and D was totally new to the S&M acronym.
I never imagined that fateful night would change my whole perspective on sex. I never thought that after one night with this guy my body and apparently my mind would belong to him.
During those sessions I realized that there were things he did to me that just wasn’t for me. It became very difficult because I felt like my role as a top was being threatened.
As much as I enjoyed being versatile, I realized that my choice for being versatile was being stripped away.
Something about submitting to someone didn’t click with me.
He never sucked my dick. I never got to touch mine because my arms were usually restrained. He never allowed me to caress his body. The intimacy of two equal men was not there because he owed that.
But for some reason I kept coming back. What was it?
Well I know for starters this man was hot as hell. Never before have I been with someone so masculine. Just when he walked into the room my body would tremble at his masculine presence. When I say “tremble” I don’t mean in a bad way. It was a very good way. I wasn’t necessarily afraid of SIR. I would definitely say somewhat intimidated as this was all uncharted territory for me.
He never did anything to make me feel unsafe. But it was clear that he called the shots and I never knew what would be next which was both a little scary but fun.
What ultimately ended my sessions with him was the demands he was making with my boundaries outside of play. I will discuss that in a later post.
What I learned from that experience is that this new found BDSM was exciting and yet something I was not used to. But I appreciated the introduction to it.
That experience got me to thinking how I liked certain things and how I would have done some things totally differently. This curiosity of what I would have done if I was SIR sparked in me a quest. And so began my journey to find out.