I pull the vegetable tanned leather mask off the positive form and examine it. Feeling the smooth, shiny surface of the external side, I turn it over and place it on my studio desk. The intentional ridges of the wolf mask appear as furrows in the complexity of its valley. The indentation of the muzzle, flesh-toned and velvety. The eyes, still waiting to be opened.
Slowly extracting my engorged cock from my jeans, I stand over the mask face down, a negative shape ready to be filled, and I begin stroking.
The traditional method of shaping leather still amazes me. A technique hundreds of years old. The result continues to make me hard, leather hammered and smoothed for hours.
Stroking faster, I aim for the hollow of the upper lip.
I feel the cum work its way up my thick shaft, the head of my cock now as tumescent as the exterior of the mask appears. I pump faster, and then I shoot. My white, sticky load coats the hollow and then slowly spreads into the muzzle. Squeezing out the last few drops of cum, I rub it on my fingers and then on the inside surface of the mask. I manually work the thick ooze into my inverted face.
Tomorrow, I will coat the inside yet again with thin shellac to preserve the mask's form. This will also permanently adhere my dried cum to the heavy leather.
My wolf -
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