From balls to nuts

If it's Tuesday or Wednesday there's a good chance you can find Conny and I at a T.E.S. meeting. The presentations are usually entertaining and informative, and our circle of friends there slowly grows. It's a good dose of fun kink.

I can remember the first T.E.S. meeting I went to. I felt kind of silly. I'm not big into the idea of "support groups," being the cynical bastard that I am. In fairness, T.E.S. really isn't a support group in the standard hug-me-brother-I-feel-your-pain sort of way. It's more of a resource center for perverts but there are aspects of it that border on the woo-woo. (That's a Nori term. Woo-woo is a blanket term for anything too touchy-feely-crunchy-flaky. You find more woo-woo per capita on the west coast than on the east coast, one reason for my coastal preference.) The T.E.S. circle, which is a discussion group that takes place after each presentation, almost feels like a twelve-step program meeting, except we actively encourage deepening our respective addictions to kinkiness.

I sat in the first meeting, which was a presentation about kink and SM in mainstream cinema. This kicked off the first annual T.E.S. film festival, the event that finally got me off my ass and to T.E.S. to sign up and become a member.

The presenter did a good job, and I enjoyed it, but I'll admit, the whole thing felt really kind of weird. After the film festival, I pushed myself to go back to meetings when the topic would interest me. I didn't really know any one, and other than a few polite words with various people, felt pretty anonymous. Since I was just recently single after my divorce, I felt like it was something I should do, even though I didn't really see the point. I kept pushing, even going to a party by myself, which felt awkward, though I did have a good time. Eventually I went to a "Novice Night," where a few people from T.E.S. meet in a diner for a dinner, and then head out to an SM club.

This was my first time at Paddles.

I didn't play there, but I did talk to a bunch of people, and I watched what was going on. Because of this night, the idea of going to a place like Paddles didn't seem very intimidating at all. I had no idea at the time what an impact this would create, when later, I would take Conny here, swaggering in like a grizzled veteran of the scene, even though it was really just my second time.

If I hadn't gone to that novice night, I don't think I would have had the nerve to take Conny there. Our trip to Paddles on her first visit to me, and New York, was pretty powerful for us. And subsequent to that, sharing T.E.S. with Conny also helped us as a couple.

Now, it's almost been a year that I've been in T.E.S., which isn't a very long time really. I've met a lot of great people, and had some wonderful experiences. It didn't happen overnight, and looking back, it's amazing to see how each introduction or turn of events led to where we are now. So, even though I can't really explain how it works, I can say this: T.E.S. has had a pretty positive impact on my life. If I had listened to my cynical side last October, and said to hell with it, I'd be a lot worse off.

Warning: Sex talk ahead.

Last night's presentation was on cock and ball torture. I'm not a big pain person, but a little bit can go a long way, and Conny enjoys it, so we went. There were two teams of presenters, both very well prepared. The first started off with a demonstration of kicking. Now it might be hard to believe that a guy would want to be kicked in the nuts, but it's a wacky, wacky world. These aren't full blown football field-goal kicks we're talking about, but even the thought of a "light" kick to the nuts is enough to make most guys cross their legs and squirm. The gentleman involved in the demonstration was worked over by two women who showed different positions and kicking methods, all while the nude gentlemen grunted, gasped and moaned as his balls were repeatedly kicked. He fell over more than once, but he never lost the erection.

The two ladies then demonstrated the fine art of crushing, specifically crushing the guy's balls and cock by stepping on it. The ladies were as careful as one can be while stepping on genitalia, since they didn't want to cause permanant damage, but it's still not something I'd run and sign up for, in spite of the evident arousal of their victim volunteer.

In case I wasn't squirming in my seat enough at this, the next presenter brought out her nude subject, and secured him to a massage table. He was then worked over with a ballcrusher, which is this wooden thing with wingnuts that does exactly what its name would lead you to believe, clothespins, a crop, a dressage whip, and a cattle prod. Don't forget, all that was done to his cock and balls.

The cattle prod had me squirming. Saying it was a "small" cattle prod might give the impression that it didn't pack much punch. I don't think you need a lot of punch on your privates, as the screams from the guy on the table made clear. Even Conny was squirming at the intensity of this demonstration. I had sympathy pains in my nuts, I kid you not.

After the meeting, we grabbed a quick drink with a T.E.S. friend who we've not seen for awhile, and his new lady companion. We secured his promise to come to Gomorrah tonight, though his companion won't be able to join him, which is a shame. J is also coming, so it'll be the usual crew sweating it out at True into the wee hours tonight. We're looking forward to it.
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