At the 2015 Gay Pride Parade in New York City
By Unknown
It all started off as a thought composed from a thousand images and hundreds of conversations. A distillation of so many vibrations that all lead to the cock!
Tonight I’m going to install the hood that took years to make. A second to design, one thought that lead me on the pursuit of perfection.
Riding down an escalator to the subway, the thought came and I saw the hood all at once. My cock responded by growing hard in my jeans…….I knew it was the one. Necessary like so many other devious items, like so many pairs of boots. But so individually hot that it could be no other.
By Lars
Originally published in Drummer magazine
Part 1: Preliminaries
In our introductory correspondence, when the cowboy first used the term, it turned me off. Boot slave. Hell, I craved boots, leather and bondage—even rigid bondage—but somehow I preferred the image of “prisoner” or “convict” not slave. The gay connotation of “slave” was, well, too slavish to suit me. Homosexual slaves, it seemed, service their masters voluntarily, wimpishly, without genuine compulsion. Conversely, prisoners and convicts pulled time involuntarily.