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The night when ‘Papa’ entered my life was just another Saturday night at the bar.  Of course there are a few catches like having to work the next morning at 9am.  This little hole in the wall was a happening disco every weekend night walking past after work.  

Only open two nights a week left little option for a 27 year old closeted gay just exiting a even more stuffy behind locked doors 3 year relationship with a (you got it) closeted policeman.  Beautifully built with muscles of a god, intelligent, lacked culture, but smoked cigars.  

Beautifully unheard of intense sex with tragically restraining bonds that made me feel socially handcuffed and mentally jailed.  With that picture painted as my headspace and heartbreak this work night outing was my only window to a clearer ‘me’. Small crack of opportunity that was a deep demise into narcissistic bondage and assimilation. 

After a few hours of being with him my whole life had been consumed.  My head was in order with a nice life making good money living in center of city. 

All the order and systems in place to make me a responsible adult yanked out from under this haze of infatuation.  In ‘Papa’s’ head my training had started.  His vision saw me caged.  Bond by my deepest desires than wrapped in a spell of erotic hypnosis led to be toy for his most sadistic needs. 

Taught to love and need it.  Rivaling the strongest of drugs the power over me turned me shameless, dirty and obsessed for more of those vampire fangs to suck my sense of self worth bone dry while keeping me mindlessly sucking his bone dry.

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Erotic Hypnosis Is Softly Spoken Grasping Genetelia Gently In A Lockless Cage

While Stroking to the soft pace  of words spoken quarter inch from someones lips grinding their hips as eyes make direct unbreakable parallel cages.  One small snail sized open aired, non containing, wall free, nothing binding nor restraining, for in this cage no locks exist.  The animal sitting in this occupied space  even more bewildering than the vessel off nothing, but cage for  this.  No one could place what this sentient form was for it a life everyone knew of. Remembered witha memory on the tip of tongue.  Like a dog or cat petting made sense in the same instance any feelingful eating, breathing, sex craving being with a heart  that is held in such a powerful jail ‘Papa’ called freedom should be ignored..  In a haze many years went in this cloak
and under spell no one ever spoke
Of the soul that was broke
In a cage which was a stage
‘Papa’ would put souls in a rage
Aquarius just turn the page
Cold air turns love to ice
For lovers must always be nice
Take the advice
Obey or pay the price
It is the ego he will slice
To open up is to roll the dice
While stroking
Cigar Smoking
Holding gently genitalia in gentleman grasp quarter inch from someone’s lips pressing hips spoken words at a direct unbreakable parallel pace, kissing your face with a lock on your tongue like  a cage bird you sing ‘Papa’s’ song with mind completely gone
The collar called freedom so go get your bone
With erotic hypnosis your soul will be owned

In the second cage stuck like glue 

Everyone knows that creature is ‘You’



 

 

 

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Master’s Degree

It was his own invention with such excellent craftsmanship showing off engineering skills that could rival someone who had a masters degree.  That notion would become a joke years later when the truth about what ‘Papa’ really was a master at. 

Education was not the object of my fascination with these two young guys sitting in that contraption .  Sometimes these guys were so young it would make me question if they were jail bait.  No matter what my questions were for the sake of peace and with the strong pull of his presence my thoughts always left as my dick was rubbed while he gave me some smoke from his lips.  As the smoke drooled from my lips in a slow trance to my mind.  It was magical and only scary for a millisecond before

“My smoke fills Bunnies head.  Papa Soothes Bunny. All thoughts leave with smoke to empty Bunny head.”

With the last few words his eyes would open really big contorting his face.  In the angles it was sin and shining skin of tight leather wrapping around something inside my mind paralyzing my body completely.He was right and that was all I knew.  

“What was I saying?” 

“Much better, that’s a good bunny.  You were saying sorry and how bad you wanted to kiss ‘Papa’s feet while he plays with these boys”.

“Sorry ‘Papa, please forgive me”

Groveling at his new shiny basketball sneakers.  Pushing the tip in my mouth so far it made a gag.  Two times, he laughed and walked over to set up these test rats into electro shock.  Going to his draw a macanudo, cutter and lighter placed on top my fat bubble butt as it made a coffee table in the air next to his big alligator skin recliner.

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Trained for the biscuit

For fear, might miss it

My head goes down

As dick grows up

 

Wheels in our driveway

Quarter til five a.m.

To the gym goes the ride

Where you meet him outside

To make tan of his hide

Wee-Wee-Wee all the way home

To empty the rest of that load

As I suck your dick on the commode

Light cigar, fart and Facebook with class 

While your ex-boyfriend wipes ass

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Tiny place was crowded wall to wall overzealous strobe lights bounced in rhythm ear splitting dance beats.  My bladder full of digested coffee with mind full of undigested thoughts with a stiff drink taking up majority of mental space.  Long day, unwind, but the line to bar was out the door so the piss came a tugging on the sensory.

After a short line the arrival was less than stellar at the unlockable door to the unisex bathroom just taunting my shy bladder.  Go ahead try, dare ya!!

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Urine would roll down the long corridor almost to point of release with that full body tickle of relief  men get at suck moments so longly awaited.  Four times each getting more challenging the same person would knock fast and loud pushing at door jammed by my foot.

Slipping on piss and who knows what the long day with lack of booze nerves snapped.  Fumbling my penis back into suit pants while tucking and pissing a little on myself.  Not the usual.  Strength of twice mine caught me surprised with heavy utility door slamming back against urinal.  A hand with expensive rings.  Gold.  Jade.  Quickly and accurately flicking light switch off as if practiced before many times.  

A shadowy tall figure of man who looked stocky entered  swiftly.  Closing door before my head pulled the whole scene together for protest.  My mind’s eye recalls thinking as a bright reflection blinded catching with the narrowing sliver of light from the most pointless bathroom door of all time.  

That gold was not a ring it was handcuffs. Slamming shut the darkness was breathing on me.

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It was a very forward move that was not expected nor proper for most.  In fact the majority of guys I know would have hit him.  Or would they?  Now it is a wonder because as experience has shown married or straight men like to fuck and be sucked.  By anything or anyone that can keep a secret.

 

 

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It was just the way leather wrapped around his muscles.  Hypnotizing.  It just purred in my groin to pet it.  Massage him.  Feel the smooth ‘Papa’.  So I did every time.

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In my head it was just because of being new to the lifestyle.  Because society treats the culture so fabled with all kinds of untrue nuances.  If anyone is still following this purposely muddled mix the facts are that many of those nasty generalizations are spot on. 

As life would soon share through experience that ABBA sucks, after two sip mimosas taste like high school gym locker rooms smell and HIV is nothing like fleas hopping bouncing around all these gay mens potlucks, camp outs, wine parties, wineries, brunches, bowling all gay mens fucking universe. 

Alluring aspect being a huge fan of big characters splashed with drama to watch from the stages edge put a bunch of queens in the bird cage and just get the popcorn.  Moral to the story was the huge amount of grey areas to which ‘Papa’ had all the answers.  A blank slate of naive ass virgin with a small window of curiosity toward kink for a predator to tear open like fresh dirt to bury the seed of his erotic weed with roots that bleed to be penetrated

Watched Bambi one time around 2nd grade in movie theater.  I cried when the mother deer died strikingly my guardian had gone for more popcorn during that scene.  Sobbing looking around a huge theater with that bright stream of light projecting.  Stood up on my seat like looking out into an empty sea of just me.  My first noted erection.

 

I have no fucking clue what Bambi is about?

Watched Bambi one time around 2nd grade in movie theater.  I cried when the mother deer died strikingly my guardian had gone for more popcorn during that scene.  Sobbing looking around a huge theater with that bright stream of light projecting.  Stood up on my seat like looking out into an empty sea of just me.  My first noted erection.

 

I have no fucking clue what Bambi is about?

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Trained for the biscuit

For fear, might miss it

My head goes down

As dick grows up

 

Wheels in our driveway

Quarter til five a.m.

To the gym goes the ride

Where you meet him outside

To make tan of his hide

Wee-Wee-Wee all the way home

To empty the rest of that load

As I suck your dick on the commode

Light cigar, fart and Facebook with class 

While your ex-boyfriend wipes ass

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First time he was caught cheating was within our first year.  Arriving home from work an hour early exhausted there was a strange urgency to being home.  This is when my new lover started to understand how a Scorpio’s intuitive sense 9 times out of 10 will catch a liar.

The first two times his logic played down my gut feelings.  Soon thereafter the playful look in his eyes turned serious if they caught the right way like a dart.  A poison dart which paralyzed while trapping beneath the clear pale blue shards of ice.  A frozen over kingdom where ‘Papa’  imprisons, infiltrates, subdues with tools of mental and physical bondage for whatever pleasure or use is desired.

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2 Comments

  1. Really adore your style of writing. How your personal experiences and current stance upon it shine through your pieces is awesome.

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      Thank you for the comment, it was encouraging for me 🙂 You’re awesome.

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