Muir Caps are earned, never given. The article below is a fascinating (albeit brief) history of the leather items we wear and where they came from. Worth the five minute read.

I’m not sure whom I’m more proud of, my boy, or my grand boy. Love you both!

Let’s play an estimation game. How many doses of DoxyPEP were taken during MAL weekend? Show all your work, state any assumptions you made, and you’re not allowed to assume away the problem.

@boycolt.bsky.social was eager to get back to our room and begin worshipping my new boots. Admittedly, I was eager to get back to the room to let him.

That’s my leather boy!

MAL weekend, y’all know what this means.

I bet, if you gave this pup some belly rubs, he would share photos of the other two jocks in the collection.

I’m watching Ken Burns American Revolution, its captivating. No spoilers please, I want to see how this ends on my own.

I feel like @boycolt.bsky.social and I are the only two people attending MAL without a dance card. Everyone keeps asking us "what events we're going to attend?" Like literally, we have no plans. We're going to wing it, and likely have lots of masculine leather sex between us.

My current Internet fantasy list: @bestinbriefs1924.bsky.social @boyalex.bsky.social @camopup.bsky.social @countryboy17.bsky.social @hiiro4007.bsky.social @kippup.bsky.social @koinunokokishin.bsky.social @mattylthr.bsky.social @rbakesporn.bsky.social @theshinyturtle.bsky.social

Here at the Bristow Eagle, aftercare involves cake.

Today I’m 51 years old, and today was the first time I was ever tagged team fucked. #LoveBeingDomBottom

Here at the Bristow Eagle we teach teamwork, in this specific case, working together to tie Sirs boots with laces.

A new art has appeared at the Bristow Eagle. “Riddle of the Sphynx” by Rex.

Here at the Bristow Eagle, we open wine bottles up like we open boys. Joke shamelessly stolen from @pupoctane.bsky.social

Happy New Year to all my followers.

Let’s close out the year with some food porn. I present, red lentil curry empanadas.

They stay on

December 26th is my favorite day of the year. As it marks the longest possible time before I have to listen to dreadful, catchy, overplayed Christmas music again.

I feel like causing some commotion. Folks, Die Hard is a Christmas movie. If you agree, reply with a briefs pic. If you disagree, reply with a jockstrap pic.

To all my followers with a humiliation kink, Happy Festivus. May your day be filled with listening to grievances, and may you loose the feats of strength.

The mistresses of the house are enjoying their first kittehmas.

I’m a mandated reporter for the naughty list. Which means, if you like this post, I will report you as naughty.

Sunday evening Bristow Eagle.

Happy Muir Cap Monday (Santa edition) to all those who celebrate.

So proud of you boy. Was a great evening meeting all of these wonderful leathermen in your hometown of Luray. 10/10 would do again.

That will officially go down as a 22 scream orgasm with a hootie and the blow fish. With the amazing @boycolt.bsky.social

So, which Village Person do you most connect with? Enquiring Sirs want to know. youtu.be/CS9OO0S5w2k?...

Thanksgiving dinner, family edition. Parmesan cracker with crab, apple, caviar, and apple vinegar balsamic. Beet soup. Pork chops with sausage stuffing and saffron potatoes. Crepes with ice cream and blackberry syrup.

For those of you who will be cooking their first Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, or maybe it’s your tenth and you’re nervous. Allow me to give you some culinary advice. Cook with wine! Lots of it. And if you’re so inclined, add it to the food too.

Tomorrow I'm cooking for 18 horny, hungry men in the first every Bristow Eagle Kinky Friendsgiving. The only thing to fear is the fear of forgetting an ingredient, running out of food, or someone spilling the fucking poppers on the carpet.

New leather. Just in time for kinky thanksgiving.

This is my grand-boy Pup Dude. Please give him lots of belly rubs and scratches for the amazing work he did on his leather jacket. He won the jacket at auction during CLAW and has been working hard to restore it.

Happy hump day. Please celebrate responsible. By getting humped.

Good times, good memories :)

Something they can never take away.

If this keeps going, I may need a cigar tonight.

Sure you can take the leathermen out of the leather event (aka World Bear cancelled), but you can take the leather away from a leatherman (aka taking my collared boy, @boycolt.bsky.social , to the Homestead Resort).

Recently (like 5 mins ago) I was getting fucked by @boycolt.bsky.social , and as we were dismounting after a well earned orgasm, I instinctively secured the popper bottle. And I realized, I’ve spent a good portion of my BDSM career learning how to keep poppers from spilling.

I’m the friend.

New underwear alert. I present Sydney, on my butt. No passport required for viewing.

I second this motion.

Let’s make a pie.

Well, see, funny thing, you were blindfolded and just pumped a load into me.

Alright boys, tell Sir the truth. What’s been more difficult this month. Being locked, or knowing I’m not.

I chatted with a guy on recon this AM who finally admitted our interests don’t align. Which is true. He wanted me to tie him up and do a laundry list of activities to him, just to get him off. And in my mind, that’s not power exchange, that’s just a pro-dom who doesn’t get paid.

I can think of a few boys I'd like to do this to. Raise your hand if you think you are one of them.

As demonstrated here by pup Dude, working out is a great way to feel better and cure your Locktober blur balls.

Pup Dude’s cage checks are cooler than yours.

Happy Muir Cap Monday. Now go do something kinky.