Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Gay Pride weekend, London 2011. BLUF party

Backstreet triptych. Image © Guy Burc

After all the fun of the parade, we got back to the hotel quite late, so we only had time for a very short nap before we were waking with a jump to the alarm: and my Man’s bleary eyed protestations. But nothing could curb the dog's excitement at seeing everyone again at the BLUF party, and so it was out of the warm bed and into our rubber – with both of us blessing Gordon and the wonders of chlorination that meant we could simply slide into the rubber without struggle or hassle or lube or talc or waxing...

Rubber-skinned, and wearing my red 'Service dog' boiler-suit, it was then down to the bike and onto the road – riding back into town whilst i hugged my Man tight to keep Him warm in the cooling evening. We had to make good time too, worried that we might face Roy's scolding for being late – but the lights were with us and we made it to the Backstreet just in time for the 10pm club opening (unfortunately, there had been some misunderstanding about the BLUF Party start time, and so we were in fact amongst the 1st there...!)

We took a moment for the pup to shrug out of its boiler-suit and tail-up - and then i proudly padded into the club proper at the end of my Master’s leash, hooded and moving easily on all-fours: once more the proud rubber fuck-dog that i am at my core.



Sir got us a drink (and let His pup have a few slurps through a straw), then we circulated through the club to see who was there and say Hello to the many friends that Sir has; i was proud to hear my Man chat to so many different men, and very pleased that so many of them gave me a friendly head pat and 'Hello bootbrush!'.

Everyone was also very impressed with the LED flashing dog-collar that the pup was wearing - and congratulated Sir on the idea (the club is very dark, and a dark-skinned pup on all fours is very hard to see, which means that the pup is regularly stepped on or tripped over... Not this time: not with it's neck and lead lit up like a christmas tree...!! :) )

Nicest of all was one sexy leatherman whom Sir had been chatting to on Recon, who made a beeline for us both, just so that he could make a fuss of the dog - the pup really enjoyed the attention he gave it, and i think He enjoyed it too (from the way he was stroking my hood and back ;) ). Sadly, not everyone appreciated having a pup snuffling at their boots though - and one guy was so disturbed when Sir sent His pup over to say 'wuff!' that he nearly backed himself out of the club, and Sir had to call me back to His side with my tail between my legs...


After a while, Sir led His pup down into the club - weaving between the oil-drums and the boots and the Men - down into the spot-lit darkness... He found a nice spot where He could lean against a wall and have His pup tucked between His boots where it was less likely to be accidentally trod-on, and His pup gratefully rested its muzzle into the top of His thigh whilst He watched the comings and goings and the darkly-lit activities of the Men around us...

It didn't take long before i heard the snap of Sir's cod-piece - and then the gentle guiding of His gloved hand on the back of my hooded head; i didn't need any more encouragement...

The scent and taste of Him after He has been wearing His rubber is intoxicating: the complex bitterness of the rubber intermingled with the salt of His sweat and the sweetness of His precum - i took a moment to breathe Him in deeply: letting Him feel His dog's hot breath and the warmth of its lips just brushing the tip of His head - then reached out with the tip of my tongue to gently lick and probe around His glans. i felt His hand press lightly and gladly obeyed His unspoken command: with a moan and a sigh i opened my mouth and slowly slid myself down - warm and wet and hungry around Him - a long slow deep breath: and then i opened up and took Him deep down into my throat once more...

Gently at first - taking time to lick and nuzzle whilst i caught my breath - but i could feel the tension in His hips, and knew that He was fighting the urge to fuck my face hard. i relaxed and whined around His meat - letting Him know that it was OK: urging Him to do what He wanted - to take His pleasure from His dog.

Finally i felt Him grab hold of my head, brace His feet - push Himself deep into me - i could feel His growl as it resonated through the rubber... Relaxing - letting Him take control - my tongue and throat the only active parts of me now: stroking and milking Him as He drove deeper and deeper, over and over... Both of us focused only on the feel of Him pushing down past my vocal chords - lost in the beat of the music and the darkness and the moving forms around us - the dog focused only on HIM - only on making HIM pleased...

Hearing His voice over the sounds of the club - telling His dog: "Good boy! DO IT! - just like that - good boy...!" Opening further at His urging and the hot hard feel of Him inside me, filling my throat, controlling my breathing...

Feeling His urgency rising as He built towards climax "Fucking my dog - gonna fuck You till i cum boy - gonna feed my dog - gonna make you take my cum..." Knowing we had collected an audience now, but caring nothing for the watching men - knowing only Him now, His desire: the thick slick taste of His precum and my spit...

And then, finally, feeling Him brace Himself - hearing the tremble in His voice as He told me "Gentle now boy....!" - and the beautiful feeling as He spilled the gift of His seed into HIS dog - HIS pup.


Later, back at the bar, we finally caught up with Roy and Roger – and they all made a wonderful fuss of the pup in its rubber: commenting on how natural a dog it was now it was on all fours. The pup played up for them - and proudly braced up into "SHOW!" so they could admire its glossy skin and wagging tail; i was also very happy to show all their boots some happy devotion whilst they chatted above me, and discussed plans for future meets (including Sir trying to tempt Roy down for the Bournemouth 'Hide and Sea' weekend at the end of this month).

Sir also got to chat to a wonderfully sexy guy from Canada called Kurt...

But finally it was getting late, and the pup was starting to flag after its exciting day - so Sir took pity and started to make our goodbyes. Roy was very sweet and came out to the bike with us - and gave the pup the biggest hug you can imagine - making us promise to come back to London again soon!


It was a cool night on the way back to the hotel – even colder for the wind against our sweat-slick rubber - and the pup had to hug its Man tight so that we could share whatever body-heat we could. My arms were warm, but Sir shuddered and groaned when I moved and let the cold pool of sweat trickle down inside His gear.

We were cold and tired by the time we got back to the hotel - and i am ashamed to say that, perverts or not, we couldn’t get the rubber off quick enough. But then it was into the warm dry sheets for a snuggle and a warming drink - and i'm afraid that we were both fast asleep before either of us could manage much more...

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