Leather Bound #28

Gay men are mostly cock whores.  

Any fantasy that I may have harbored that men are more interested in my mind than my cock (I’m not too proud to admit that my brain is most assuredly the larger of my sex organs) were quickly dismissed earlier this month after I posted some old dirty home videos on Xtube.

On an average month, I have several hundred folks downloading my “Leather Bound” podcasts (from www.leatherbound.libsyn.com or www.ScottDaddy.com or even iTunes).  The podcasts include the content of this print column as well as supplemental material—for instance, in September I interviewed a leather bondage master from England and the nationally-syndicated sex columnist Dr. Dick about leather sex and leather community.  Earlier in the year, I was even given permission to podcast a short documentary video about the myths of SM.  If my content isn’t high quality, what others bring to the table is.

I’m grounded enough to know that I’m not exactly a “name,” in either Philadelphia or in leather circles, and I understand that mine is a small voice among many loud mouths attempting to provoke conversation, if not thought, in the community.  The podcasts have been regularly released since February of this year, and I’m flattered to have the subscribers as I do.   

Well, I was flattered until I posted some racy (pre-titleholder) videos on Xtube in the second half of September. 

In less than a week on that site, I had over 20,000 men viewing my home dungeon movies (I can only imagine how many hits I would have had if I had rippling abs or a massive cock)!   Sometimes numbers don’t lie and stereotypes hold true.   If you have a relatively big cock and post it in a video, they will come… or at least watch.

Men might not care how I think, but they are curious how I fuck a hole or spank an ass or enjoy my ass being eaten.    And where a handful of men might have been silently attracted to me over the past year because of my sash, it appears now that thousands are attracted to my dick.  Which, I suppose, is good news for me in post-title life (I step down November 15) and good news for the majority of men who never run for titles!

For better or worse, beauty (however it’s defined by the beholder) is a commodity that translates into power.   This is indisputable.

Porn wouldn’t have prestige in the gay world and porn models wouldn’t fetch such commanding figures as escorts if we as gay men weren’t so driven by our dicks.  And there’s nothing wrong with that, as long as we drive responsibly. 

Sadly I haven’t gotten drunk on the power of my cock yet, so my driving is still safe.

In fact, when I saw the number of hits for my old home movies, all I could think was, “Eghad, those were my fat home movies!  Now that I know people are watching, I need to get some new ones posted with my thinner body!” 

But there’s something strangely flattering and addicting, knowing that people are watching you and getting off on it.   For guys like me, who never really thought of themselves as hot, it’s quite the mind fuck to think that for someone out there, YOU are a porn star.

Less than a year ago, I was so terrified about exposing my body in the jockstrap portion of the Mr. Philadelphia Leather contest that I consumed enough vodka and rum backstage that I should have been sent to the hospital with alcohol poisoning.  (Fear burned it off fast enough that I not only managed to keep standing, but I even managed the final speech without slurring!)

But last month as I watched the number of hits on the Xtube videos increase, I knew I wanted to get more clips out there.   And fast!  I wanted to act quickly, while hot strangers were still sending me “friend requests.”  Some even subscribed so when new content was posted, they’d be among the first to see it. 

Hell, why settle for podcasting your thoughts to a few hundred when there are tens of thousands who want your cock?!   Why set yourself up for arguments and community politics when you can be objectified and made into a sex object?  Sign me up!

When I pointed this out to my boy, who is also a shy guy when it comes to exposing his body in public, he was more than willing to accommodate my desire to capture additional footage. 

The idea of people wanting to see me claim my power over others, who want to see me fuck or flog or spank or wand or whatever, blows my mind and turns my crank.  Just as putting on leather helps me to experience another side of my persona, being a Daddy in front of a camera emboldens me in a strange way that doing so in person doesn’t.  

Truth be told, I enjoy watching other guys going at it, but I’m not comfortable at sex parties.  I enjoy controlling a scene, directing the action.  But unless you’re on a film set, you can’t direct an orgy.  And I’m not at ease where I can’t control the action, quieting some, removing others, increasing the pig factor, etc.  Not to mention that sometimes it’s just sensory overload and if I can’t focus on what I’m doing, I know I can’t be doing a good job.  Or, depending on the scenario, a safe and responsible job.

And I’m egocentric enough to be offended if someone I’m working over is distracted by other activity in the room.  Even when I’m distracted by the same activity.

Thank goodness, then, for the home dungeon, where I can reign with full authority.

And thank goodness for having a boy who was able to build me that dungeon, to serve me in whatever way that pleases me… including for a camera.  Capturing his submission, letting others see him as a service boy to me, is as exciting to him as it is to me.  It’s like having a sex party at home, where thousands can watch… but not distract.   Heaven!

So the good news is that I got a high-definition video camera for new, better quality home movies.  On the negative side, I haven’t figured out how to post high-def videos yet… but it’s nice to know I’ll have a likely fan base to watch for them when I do.

Which brings me to “Voyeur,” my final fundraiser as the current Mr. Philadelphia Leather, to be held Friday, Oct. 17, from 4-9pm, at the Bike Stop.

As you might recall, I argued in an earlier column that we need to get together as a community for fun and sexy times and not just fundraisers where folks are asked to cough up extra cash for raffles and auctions (often for beneficiaries of little or no interest to the leather community). 

So I was very excited to be approached by Michael Casey, Pennsylvania Mr. Drummer 2001, who just so happens to be a special events producer and director, to team up for what promises to be a very special and sexy extended “happy hour” at The Bike Stop. 

Inspired by Xtube, ICUII and other user-generated porn sites, among other things, the "Voyeur" party is designed to convey the feelings and excitement of being a voyeur.  There will be a special DJ spinning, sexy fashions (courtesy of Passional) and hot men to titillate... but so much more.  The entire first floor of the Bike Stop will be transformed into a black and white event space, with projection photography, video, and live demos and play scenes behind a theatrical scrim enclosing the stage area featuring some sexy action by the Keystone boys Of Leather and others. 

If you’re feeling sexy and want to join in, contact me to volunteer at [e-mail].  Let’s raise the curtains and drop our pants together.  

Even if all you can afford is time, I hope you’ll come out for this kick-ass party.  And if you’re in a position to be generous, I hope you’ll donate to the causes.  Voyeur benefits the Mazzonni Clinic holiday gift drive for children with HIV/AIDS and the newly formed Keystone boys Of Leather. 

The Voyeur party, if I can paraphrase Barrack, isn’t about me standing behind a mic and giving a lecture.  It’s about sharing fantasies.  It’s about you.  

So come out.  Have fun.  Dress up.  Undress.  Or just watch.

Do it for the KbOL boys.  Or do it for the children in need.

But most importantly do it for the fun.