THE CRAWL

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 Saturday night, San Francisco 

                                 Year 2004  

About 7:00pm

I drove up to San Francisco.  I left around 5:00pm to get into town around 7:00pm and find a good parking spot.  One would argue that is a pretty good drive to go bar hopping in the city.  Back when I went out for the night life, San Francisco was my designated place.  There was no beating around the bush.  Guys have always been more open to me and it was a place where the leather element was more prominent.  Anyway, I like to have a place besides my home town to leave my mark.

About 8:30pm

I find a place to park.  Parking even this early can be quite the bear in the city.  

I am fully showered and clean for my bar hopping event.  I just need to get into my usual drag for the prowl. 

Tonight I am going more leather than usual.  I have on my blue jeans but I will be putting my leather chaps over them.  I got on my leather motorcycle jacket, leather gloves, my Muir cap and I exchange my sneakers that I drove in for my leather boots.

Being geared up from head to toe, one tends to exude a unique attitude.  It is more than persona.  It is a confidence; a self declaration that you are the baddest mofo in this place and yet there is nothing unique in the observation that every other guy has the exact same uniform, with the same attitude.

Ironically this is what makes the experience a whole vibe. 

9:00pm

I start off at the Lone Star on Harrison St.  I order a soda.  I stay there for about thirty minutes before I migrate to The Eagle.  Folsom is the street my “go to” bars are on.  I make my way around the corner and down the block. 

San Francisco has some lengthy blocks.  Around the corner could be a hike.  These boots aren't the most comfortable but I'll be alright.

This is twenty two years prior to me writing this so my willingness and ability to withstand hours of uncomfortable boots for the sake of vanity was much more a priority then than it is now.

As I walk down Folsom, the traffic of party goers mixed with Leather Daddies and Leather boys is as commonplace as any normal attire.

The casual way kinksters and leathermen exist in the South of Market gives me the presence of finding my spot.

10:00pm ish

I walk into the first bar on Folsom for my bar crawl.  There’s a pretty heavy turnout.  The smooth house grooves fill the atmosphere.  The lights are low but bright enough to make eye contact with my fellow cruisers. 

The beat of the music intensifies as I migrate through the dancefloor.

Thump, thump, thump, thump

The drum of the house song along with the baseline is infectious.  If it doesn't make one get up and dance, it definitely puts each guy out cruising into a unique zone.  As I maneuver my way through the crowd, I feel the leather and flesh of bodies bumping and grinding into mine.

I reach my destination to the other side of the bar.  I'm there for about 15 to 20 minutes.  There are a lot of guys in their leather looking the part, but no action.  I open the back door and walk into the smoking area that is a closed off corridor.  It is almost the length and width of THE ALLEY of the bar I've written about in the past.  Although this is designated for guys to have a smoke, you will find many guys on their knees blowing other guys or against the wall getting railed.

I'm taking in the view.  The guy to my left is watching me.  Im getting aroused by the attention but I don't take it out.

He moves in closer and grabs my bulge.  Because I have my chaps 

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MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME (PART 4)

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                  SIR

The year was 2002. It was my introduction into BDSM. And How I discovered the Dom in me. Day 4 of about a week of learning about being a sub for SIR. Also my breaking point.

By day four I was a mess,  I wasn't getting the sleep that I needed to be effective on my job.  I would bring this to his attention and insist that he lets me go earlier. 

 "Get over here or I will find another sub who will," he would snarl.

"What’s it going to be," he asked impatiently and almost sarcastically as if he was so sure I was going to drop everything to receive his dick.

Of course I wanted to please him. 
I wanted to make him feel as good as I possibly could.  

However, It would be nice to be able to get a good night's rest one night. 

1:00am 

 My jaw was killing me for being open for such a long time.  He used my mouth, and he used it good.  He decided to take my asshole and fuck me until I couldn't bear it.

 The way he ripped into me was so intense that it had me yelling almost a horrible cry but it wasn’t a cry of protest or major pain but a cry of, "Thank you!"

"Yes!" I would cry grabbing the sheets. 

Facing the mattress I would grab the sheets as I would watch in that small strip of mirror each time he plowed into me. It was always or at least mostly always me restrained, face down with him fucking me from behind. It was rarely face to face if ever.

After he was done he sent me home.  It was about 2:45am

Day 5

SIR called me over. At this point I felt that my role of ever being a top was being stripped away.  I had

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MARK’S DNA INSIDE ME: (PART 3)

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MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME - (PART 2)

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The year 2002

 About 2:45am  

As I moved my head forward to receive SIR's cock, he grabbed the back of my head and slowly pushed his hips forward, filling my mouth with his dick.  His cock reached the back of my throat causing me to gag.  

He didn't do it forcefully but it was still a lot for me to take especially not being used to oral as much.

"Suck it." He said with authority.

I began to grab his waist.  I held on to his waist, going down to his hips until I got to his butt cheeks and squeezed a bit pushing his pelvis into my face.  For the first time I was getting used to blowing him. I was finally making love to his hips and buttocks as I guided them back and forth pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.

He allowed this for only a few seconds.

"Hands behind your back.  And keep them there," he ordered.

He began pumping my face slowly and deep.  I attempted not to fight it but my gag reflex was not as open as it is now.  After a few minutes, my throat finally started loosening up to the intruder.

As I got more into it, I made the mistake of going under his shirt to feel his chest.  What a great feeling to feel his chiseled slightly furry chest.

But it wouldn't last for long.

He bent down and pinched my nipples as hard as he could.  

"Did I say you could fucking touch me!"he snarled.

"No SIR!" I yelled in pain.

"Are you going to do that again?"

"No SIR!"

"Where are your hands supposed to be!"

"Behind my back," I wailed.

"Behind your back, what!" He yelled.

"Behind my back SIR!"

A few minutes later

He was still inside me but my jaw was getting sore.  

"Umm, umm," I mumbled.

Umm, Umm," I mumbled louder.

"You had enough?"

"Umm Hmm," I slurred as I nodded my head,"Yes."

"Good boy," he replied.

He took his cock out.  

I saw his cock swinging in the air with my spit oozing down the shaft to his balls.  It was a

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MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME - (PART 1)

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THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

The year 2002 - Present 

I am Mark.

I have been for quite some time.

Birth and legal names hold no relevance here.

Every name on this blog whether given by birth, nick name, or by character description serves a purpose of bringing each person to his own unique existence.

Although I am indeed Mark, there is another Mark whose DNA lives inside me.

This DNA belongs to the man that initiated me into the world of kink and BDSM.  He is the man who dug deep into my insides and ran them inside out.  He is the man that I would refer to as SIR.

Some time in 2002.

At a local gay bar

Saturday about 1:00am

It was about 1:00am in the morning.  I was out at the local gay dive bar.  I've been out for some time that night cruising.  

For me at the time, being gay was more about finding ass and dick than anything. 

Although I did have a few gay friends from the Gay men's support group I was a part of, I was more about being on the prowl when I went out.  I am way freer to be a ho solo.

I was getting out of one way of life and finding out how to live my life in my new one.  Spending years in the church was a great experience for me in many ways and yet also it caused many personal and spiritual struggles that I sometimes still deal with today.

I'm not a big alcohol drinker.  I never have been.  I was not going out with any friends.  I chose it that way when I was horny and out on the prowl.  

It was late and I was bored.  I decided that I would buy one more soft drink and call this Saturday night a wrap.

I ordered one more Sprite.  

I migrated to another open table as the previous one was taken.  Across from me was a very handsome Latino man.   He had short dark wavy hair, olive brown skin and a thin goatee.  

We exchange eye contact for awhile.

After a few minutes he walked to my table and asked to have a seat.

We introduced ourselves.  We are both Mark.   We laughed at the introduction.

"Nice to meet you Mark," he laughed.

"Nice to meet you Mark," I replied with a giggle.

I don't remember much about what we chatted about.   But I do know that he was interested in bringing me home and I was interested in going with him.

"So what are you?  Top?  Bottom?  Versatile?"

"I am a versatile top but I am more of a top," I replied.

"And yourself?" I asked.

"I'm a total top." Mark replied.

"Total top?" 

"Yes." He responded.

Usually I end up topping even other tops or we end up flipping.  Because of this,  I assume that at some point I will get to top him.  

As we continued to get to know each other's preferences, He made it most definitely clear that he is a total top and that he was going to top me if I came to his place.  Although I am a versatile guy, my role as the top guy was clearly being taken away.  Remember, I am the guy that got total tops  to bend for me.  And usually it wasn't because we fought over the role.  Most guys would see my dick and would just be on it.

Oh my goodness! It sounds as though I am bragging and an arrogant son of a bitch.  But it is true.  I would be the first to say it.  

I don't have a huge dick.  It is not majorly long.  But it does have good reach and the biggest feature is the girth.

"So are you okay with that?"

"What? Me being a bottom?

"Yes."

"I don't have a problem but It is rare that I bottom. and I am pretty tight."

"Don't worry about that.  I will take my time with you."  He said.

As we were continuing our vetting, he said, "I want you to be my boy."

This was 2002.  I was 31 years old.  I was still very much in the closet.  

Just one year ago I was a "good" church boy with a "dark" secret.  The only thing I really knew about gay culture, and the varieties of sex is what I experienced cruising local parks, restrooms, behind bushes, hunting the gay bars, and the infamous sex phone line that got me laid plenty of times.  None of those experiences mentioned anything about what the term "boy" means in the gay kink world. As a matter of fact I was so vanilla, that vanilla was nothing more than a flavor.

"Be your boy?"

"Yes.  Do you know what that means?"

"What does that entail?"

"It is better if I show you.  You can follow me back to my place.  I can show you what it means to be my boy.  At anytime you can leave if you don't like it."

We finished our drinks and went to his place.  

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AURALISM

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Auralism: Sexual arousal or excitement caused by sound. It can be a variation of many things. The sound of one's voice, a sexy playlist of music, breathing, moaning, or dirty talk. It could be highly sexual or not sexual at all.

I've always known that I was highly turned on by various sounds as well as erotic literature.  It is the education of this one word along with a drive from the grocery store that gave birth to this post.

It is not uncommon for me to play music, or some type of commentary in the car to keep me alert especially on days when I am tired from a long day of work and grocery shopping.

This one particular day I decided to play a video clip from one of my play sessions.  Because I was driving and unable to watch the video, I figured I would just listen to the audio through my car speaker. What I discovered was one of the most arousing trips from the grocery store I have ever encountered.

The clip is from an oral training I had with Pain Pig.  

It starts with me getting him on his knees and placing a spandex hood over his head cutting off his vision. Next I would test his deep throat abilities.  For Pain Pig, this is really not a training as he is very well equipped with taking deep long strokes.

My job is easy.  All I have to do is enjoy Domination of this guy.  He is hungry and really wants my cum.  I will give it to him but first he has to earn it. 

I let him know how good he is, but most of all I want him to tell me how good he is.

Without taking my cock out of his mouth I order him to say, "I'm a good cocksucker."

He mumbles and slurs the words as I go deeper down his throat.

"Keep saying it."

"I'm a good cockucker, I'm a good cock sucker." He slurs.

It is said that it is rude to talk with your mouth full.  My rules declares it damn near a requirement.

To hear someone challenge themselves to pronounce properly their sentences while having a dick pumped down their throat will never get old.  It goes beyond hearing the challenge.  

To feel the vibration of the receiver's voice on your dick is one of the most amazing feelings especially if he has a deep voice.  The vibration itself is a nut busting experience.

Pain Pig does more than just do as he is told.  He discovers and quickly picks up that I fucking love a sub to talk with his mouth full. He picks up and understands that  I love it when we talk dirty to each other. And he goes all in. 

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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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GOOD BYE BOY N

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            THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

Originally posted on my previous blog

                                        May 22, 2022

I had a suspicion when boy N texted he was unavailable, that he had second thoughts about continuing with our arrangement.  I didn't say anything I just waited for him to text whenever he had time.

May 23, 2022

boy N texted, "Hello Sir."

"Hello how you. What are you up," I responded.

"Sir! I was masturbating, then I fell asleep.  How's everything in Daddy's world?"

I responded,"I would like to speak with you on the phone.  When will you be available?"

"I'm available now, Sir."

I was disappointed that he had masturbated taking that we had roughly arranged to having our calls  near the beginning of each week.  

A part of me felt like this was his way of testing me or maybe even letting me know that he's going to touch himself anytime he feels like it.  There was also the reality that boy N is a Bator.  This is just what he does.  It might not have even entered his mind what he did and since we never made any solid commitments to any type of dynamic, all is open.

We chatted for awhile and I shared with him how I felt.  

"What I would like to do is make Mondays the days we get the opportunity to talk and if you have other arrangements that's fine. But I would like to make Mondays a day reserved for me as far as not touching yourself until I've said it's okay."

There was a very long pause.

I asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm just thinking through my days and wondering if this is going to be difficult for me."

I asked,"What do you think would make it difficult?"

I already knew the answer.  

"Well, I'm not used to answering to anybody," he replied.

"Ahh! Bingo!" I said.

"And I'm not used to restraining myself if I want to jerk off," he replied somewhat defensively.

There was another pause of dead silence between us.

"So, that's what I'm thinking."

As we came to a close, he agreed to call or text me in the following days regarding his decision on whether he was willing to go along with the arrangement or not.

June 3, 2022

I checked my text messages.  I received a message yesterday from  him.  After giving what we talked about some thought, he decided to discontinue training.  He thanked me for our time together and my willingness to train him.

I must say I am not surprised.  I'm not even disappointed.  

Since getting back into the groove of playing, I have a different perspective.  I don't pounder or wonder what went wrong, what I possibly did or didn't do, or try to convince anyone why they should play or continue to play with me.  I simply let be what will be.

I will say this.  I enjoyed talking with him.  

Even though it didn't work with us in a D/s dynamic I would love to continue to chat with him and get to know him as a friend.  But at the end of the day that too is up to him. I am here to open the door. It is up to the other party / parties to walk through.

Looking at The Four Milestones one would probably see this as part of THE SCARS  However I see it as THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF.  This was in no way a negative experience.  It was one man coming to the realization that being submissive is not for him.

Also I am fully aware that this is an online dynamic.  We are on opposite sides of the country.  I get that inclination to commit to any type of arrangement is very low if not committed in some type of partnership.

For me this is all part of The Making of who Daddy Scruff is, who I strive to be and determination to get there.  I am learning the importance of being clear and concise of what my expectations are in play.  And not settling for anything less even if it means losing a few play partners in the interim.

As read above, this took place back in 2022.  There was a period when boy N and I didn't chat for awhile.  I can't remember if it was weeks or months. I somehow lost our messages to properly determine the gap.  It is totally possible I erased them in one of my purging sprees.  But we have since started talking again. I learned for him, that his desire to be "boyish" is different from being submissive; a concept that as a versatile man understand to a degree.  But as a Dominant still trying to wrap my head around.

I wanted to post this now to somewhat reintroduce him to my readers as he has made quite an impact recently with a heart to heart conversation we had.  It is one thing for someone to wish you well and offer their sympathy / empathy of challenges that I am going through. It is a whole different level for someone to listen to what you are saying, share their similar experiences and resonate on a special level.

I am totally grateful for the time he spent talking with me the other day.

PAIN PIG

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Friday June 14, 2024

The meeting with Pain Pig has help me realize that there is more to THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF than discovering and building my persona and image as the moniker. It goes further than the play and experiences that shapes the presence of Daddy Scruff.  This experience has literally challenged and helped me grow in my communication as well as allowing me to go deeper in the understanding of the "why" in certain circumstances. It helped me develop positive ways to deal with subs expressing doubts about play, my abilities to connect and doubts within themselves.

1:38 pm

Just before getting in the car to drive to San Francisco, I sent a text,  "I am getting out much later than I expected. The traffic is a nightmare.  My goal is still to make it by 5 PM.  I will say 5:30 just to play it safe."

"I was going to come straight from work, I am off at 4 PM and I am going to go home," he replied.

This threw me off because I specifically recalled him mentioning that he would rather come straight over from work.

5:16pm

"I made it.  I am in room 705. You can clean your butthole nice and clean, but don’t wash anything else.  If you have, it is not a big issue.  Just make sure nothing else is washed except for your butt hole and brush your teeth." I texted.

He sent me a thumbs up to confirm.

Because I was unsure about his decision to come straight to the hotel from work; I decided to call.

There was a pause.  Then there was a deep sigh.

"Sir," he said with another sigh.

There was yet another pause.

"I don't think I'm coming over."

This account may not be verbatim. I was so shocked I just tried to collect as much of what was going on as possible.

What's going on?

There was another long pause.  

He said, "I knew I was going to feel this way if I went home first."

I figured maybe he was tired and just needed to wind down for a bit. 

Prior to us talking he mentioned that he had been out of playing for quite awhile.  We chatted back and forth on Recon, text, and phone.  I was as explicit and thorough as I could possibly be about my intentions and expectations.  I attempt to make sure every person I play with is confident that I will take good care of them.  I want to make sure they are having as good of a time as I am.

Sometimes I may go a bit overboard with messaging and explanations about how I play.  But I do that because I genuinely want them to feel safe when they come through the door.  Actually before they step through the threshold of the room. 

There have been subs that have been turned off by that.  Some prefer more of a sense of danger.  Some like a more aggressive and "In your face" approach And that is fine.  My solution: Go to those Doms that will give you that "no questions asked" approach.  That's not me. 

"I'm very sorry.  I don't want to be one of those flakes but I just don't know..."

"I had a lot planned for us.  I spent a great deal of time and money on this trip and hotel," I said as calmly as possible. 

I hate to sound like one of those jerks that feel entitled to getting a piece because they spend money on their dates.  No means no and I respect that.  But to not even attempt to come over and have a discussion or anything is more than disappointing. 

It was more than the money for the room.  It was more than the sex and more than the two hour drive into the city.  It was a mixture of all of that and being denied the opportunity to earn that person's trust and connection whether we played or not.

I'm not going to lie I was upset and a little pissed. But more than that, I was; the only word I can think of is deflated.  Like someone let all of the air out of me.

 

"We spent about 20 minutes on the phone getting a feel of what his concerns were.  I really wanted the opportunity to earn his trust and show him my form of play.  However if there was one thing I was not going to do is attempt to convince him to do anything.  I wasn't even going to try to convince him that he could trust me.

"So what are you looking for?

 Talking to him, he mentioned that as a sub it has never been about his pleasure and that the mutual satisfaction thing was foreign to him.  He was also used to being told what to do and given specific instructions.  He also mentioned that the pain aspect was prevalent in his process of serving.

"I can do that." I replied.

He basically needed affirmation that I was going to be an assertive and firm Dom.  He didn't need the intensity to even level up to how he usually plays as long as there was a prominent Dominant presence in the Top.

There are aspects of domination and humiliation that reduces the sub to being the sole object of the Dom's pleasure.  It is a conditioning that often includes name calling, belittling and treating the sub as nothing more than the Dom's property.  This practice often programs the sub into not only accepting this way of play, but it can program them to expect nothing other than this level.

This programing is great for many D/s encounters.  It can be quite problematic for those who are more on the nurturing side.

To make a long story short, he did decide to come over after our conversation.

I knew he felt the need to be given orders what to do so I gave him explicit directions what to do when he got to the hotel.  Actually the protocol was no different from what I usually expect my subs to do when they get to the place of play, with variations depending on my mood.

7:35pm

Pain Pig entered the room.

He did as instructed.  He stripped down to his underwear, put on the knee pads and collar with the leash attached.  From the various choices of sight depravation, he chose the famous black and red hood seen in many of my videos.  He then got on his knees and waited. 

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SO, THIS IS HOW MY DAY WENT

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May 28, 2024

         Tuesday

         3:16pm

            

So this is how my day went.

To be continued

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BETTER BLOGGER

LINK: THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

This last weekend, January 6th, marks a year since my two day play date with Sub Zero.  He was in town Saturday and we made plans to meet up and play.  We had a blast of course.  I will definitely be writing about it; however, it got me to thinking about my writing process and my capacity for being focused to the completion of various projects.

A year has gone and past and there is still material from my first session with him to write about. 

A few months ago, I was mentioning to DADDY from Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men) how often I feel it is better to take his informational as well as extraordinarily hot posts in intervals to get the most out of it.  I've learned this is something that helps me; as I often find myself getting antsy and my mind starts to wander on physical tasks I've been planning to do.  Taking a break and getting some of that physical energy out helps me to stay focused on my mental energy when I do get back to reading.  

This is something I often do when I write as well.

A few factors are when I have thirteen other drafts as well as well as about 90 plus posts from my previous blog to sort through.  It's not as though it would be as simple as scheduling all the old posts from the other blog while I work on the one's in my drafts because I also have life happening as we speak which I write about in my paper journal or record in my voice memo.

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HOLEGASM (PART II)

Links: boy G.

           ORAL TRAINING

September 24, 2023

2:05pm

"Keep doing what you're doing," I told Gilbert.

He opened his mouth and took a slab of my bulge in. 

From sniffing to licking back to sniffing and eventually licking; he made sure the bulge in my underwear remained stiff and it remained wet.  He succeeded this task by keeping me wet with precum and the saliva from his warm mouth.

"So who should you be for my blog?  Boy Gabriel?"

"Um," he hesitated with a smile.

"Or we can find another name," I replied.

He kindly corrected my error. 

"I'm Gibert Actually."

"Oh Gibert?"

"Or Gabriel works," he laughed.

"Maybe boy G." I said as I caressed the back of his head.

"Yeah?"

"You like that?"

"Oh yeah," he said quickly to get back to sucking my bulge.

He looked up at me.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it!"

“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?"

"Yes Daddy please," he responded. 

"You know how you're going to get it?" I asked.

"How Sir?"

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THE FAMOUS OR INFAMOUS BLACK BALL CAP

 

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.