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Having worked in the adult industry for a while, prior to my
arrival at my first IML, 2009, I thought I was pretty well versed
in the different circles that exist within the realm of what people
consider, well, the adult industry. Sadly I was mistaken and happily
my eyes were opened to whole other worlds. One evening, after working
at the booth all day with my boss and co-worker we were sitting
in the hotel room waiting, for what would not be explained to me.
My boss, Scott, announces excitedly that we’re going to Woof Camp.
Curiously I asked what it was and the usual questions of: What’s
there? What do we do? Etc.
These were “puppies”. The three of us walked around seeing the vet clinic off to the left, what looked like a large ring ahead and to the right was a small pen built of chairs and rope queue’s. Around us a crowd of mostly men, clad in leather, holding glasses of their favourite drink and conversing as if this were an innocent meeting in the park and nothing fell out of normalcy. Seeing one particularly cute boy running around on all fours I commented to Scott that he was adorable and was then encouraged to “pet” him. I protested because while I've patted my friends on the head before it was only to condescend to them and make them feel stupid, don't worry they had it coming. But petting a man as if he were actually
a dog was way too foreign an idea for me. I declined petting him.
A change happened when I pet Zeus and I started to realize something that had been there all along. When I was little and playing house, I was never the father or the son; I was always the puppy. I somehow learned to develop a way to run on the palms of my hands and the balls of my feet when I was younger too (This has since made me faster than every pup I've met since). Watching that other gorgeous pup (Named Chomper) stand up erect I instinctively asked why he was standing on his hind legs and not “Why did he stand?” And the fire inside grew hotter. The night progressed with explanations of as much knowledge as Scott could give me on puppies. The next day while working at the booth I took a break and searched out to find a collar and leash, to price them at least. I found what I was looking for but couldn’t afford it. Scott went and, being of the old Leather Guard, bought me my very first leather collar and leather leash and presented it to me. I immediately had him help me put the collar on and wore it proudly! That night I met another pup and for the first time ever romped. We created a stir in the lobby of the host hotel and had hundreds of people coming by to watch the puppies. We wrestled, we played tug of war, fetch, had some training by onlookers who knew what they were doing and people concerned that we were okay; bringing us water, checking in on us. And I became a new man; a pup. A part of Elliot became Fender at IML 2009 and I have since worn
my steel chain collar with bone tag proudly.
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I’ll
be honest, in entering the room I found myself a bit without
words and for me, that’s not a usual case. There were people,
men, on all fours running around playing as if they were dogs.
This would fall under the header of things I had never heard
of before. I had seen people wearing silver tags on chain collars
that were shaped like bones but without the current knowledge
was never able to attach the meaning of it to what I was seeing
now. 