Kink, Gear, Control

If you ask nicely, he'll even train you to be the same.

Just be careful about what you say about his Owner.

He won't spank you, he won't break you with a forced workout until you're a puddle of sweat on the gym floor.

No, those are what you want, what you need.

Dis his Owner, and he walks away.

He could bench, squat, and deadlift more than most of the planet .

But the moment his buddy told him a freeze all his muscles didn't matter.

I have a pair of the exact same underwear. They were a tribute from a sub who was eager to see me wearing something that he had purchased. This was back when I had an Instagram account with pictures of my socks, rugby kit and Lycra.

After choosing and purchasing, they (and a few more tame pairs of underwear from Aussiebum) were posted directly to my flat. When they arrived I immediately wore this pair for three days straight underneath my work clothes.

It was getting to the point where you were wearing gifted gear pretty much every day. Photographing yourself daily in it.

And then things shifted. One day it was a pair of royal blue rubber soccer shorts with white stripes. That was kinda fun. And very sexy. Lots likes on that photoset.

A few days later, blue rubber sox with white trim... obviously paired to the shorts. More photos. More likes. Lots of comments on how lickable your feet are in them.

Next, a tight jersey, again royal blue, white piping. On the back the number is 69 and the name is BOSSMAN.

Soon...Metallic blue Oakleys. just enough eye cover that you feel comfortable taking full body photos of yourself ... from the ground up... one cleated foot stepping on a soccer ball, arms crossed, eyes unreachable beyond the mirrored sheen. But your stance is commanding. The comments are a flood of interest in being the ball, being under your cleats, wanting to be drafted onto your team.

And...it should have been expected... the gear showing up has long since shifted. Rubber wrestling singlets. Rubber jockstraps. Rubber polo shirts. Rubber chaps. It's clear, your fans WANT to see you in RUBBER. It's clear, your audience NEEDS to see you in RUBBER.

And fuck if you don't feel powerful and commanding in it.

And the DMS. "You should ALWAYS be in RUBBER, BOSS" "FUCK, You're MADE to be in RUBBER, BOSSMAN" "COACH needs a rubber team to train." "Gods, RUBBERCOACH, make me learn your playbook."

And you engaged with each and every one of them. They were earnest, complimentary, and fed you so much energy.

And then it arrived. And everything shifted. Not a lot. But enough.

Another package. Opened. Examined.

A book. A book whose cover is made of thick, black rubber.

Embossed on the front...two words:

BOSSMAN'S PLAYBOOK.