Discovering 'Isaiah Scritch'
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| Scritch, surrounded by Mr Painter X, Ronnie Stone, Nathan Break & Monkeyribz (X) Photo Credit: Alex Wightman Photography & FkMe Merch |
Life before Scritch
2020: 18yrs old and eager to learn (and fuck)!
Most of us have had that teenage sexual curiosity, but for me, with the lack of safe spaces to explore who I am, I had to throw myself into the risky and exploitative spaces like Kik, Snapchat, Yellow/Yubo and Grindr, long before it was time for me to safely explore it. I'm not going to go into detail today, but its safe to say that I got taken advantage of for my naivety multiple times, and I'm thankful those experiences didn't lead to an early obituary...
Suffice to say, when I turned 18 and began my adult life at University in a new city, I wanted to truly explore my identity and sexuality, both in theory and in practice! I joined my University's Kink Society, and between lectures and regular socials, I would frequently invite folks over to my flat to pound me into the bed. There wouldn't be a single week gone without a load in my hole, and a man satisfied with blessing me with their cum. I even made changes to my room to better accommodate them, always having a bottle of lube and poppers within an arms reach, and lighting that in any other context would've been mistaken as an acid-trip-inducing club setting. Each new hookup taught me more about how to better handle my body, what parts I loved playing with, and how to turn my servitude to God, to serving the many carnal men and their pleasures.
I even filmed some of it, though those videos have been lost to the archives (who knows, I might find them someday...). I guess you could say my eagerness to film my horny exploits sowed the seeds for my interest in being a content creator...
2021: The Kink Society, Pup-Play, and The Birth of Scritch
The Kink Society was very helpful in introducing me to more than just the horniness of kink. Through them, I began to understand the differences between 'top/bottom' and 'dom/sub', the general organisation of kink socials (unsurprisingly it's not all dungeons and orgies), and the members made me realise that not all kinksters are insatiable perverts; they're real human beings with lives and passions of their own, who happen to have divergent interests in the bedroom (or outside it). Their educational talks taught me how to approach and 'vet' a person when wanting to engage in kink, especially physically/psychologically demanding kinks like impact play and CnC, and by understanding the red-flags of kink, I quickly became disillusioned to every man on Grindr who claims to be a 'dom', finally creating standards for myself, and teaching me how to feel comfortable with saying 'no'. Aftercare also quickly became something of import to me, as not every setting and scene can be settled with just a load in the hole...
Shortly after turning 19, I made two new friends, both of whom introduced me to pup-play and chastity. We quickly gelled well and formed a strong bond that would last until the end of my studies, and between friendly meetups and the occasional kinky fun, they helped develop my pup-space. Soon enough though, it was time for me to choose a name for myself.
One random night in my flat, I began pouring through page after page on my laptop, trying to find a name for my new pup-sona, obviously while my other vanilla flatmates were making their own meals in our shared kitchen, we'd only been together for a year, and already they had grown accustomed to my TMI conversations, and within the University halls, our flat had a great dynamic and good friends, a far-cry from the hellish experiences that other students have in their dorms.
One wikipage gave me a few suggestions:
"...name your pet after your favourite food."
"I'm not naming myself Pup Lasagna..."
"...name your pet after a sport you like."
"I'm a nerd who likes YuGiOh and D&D, that ain't happening."
"... name your pet after a favourite activity."
It was at this moment that my bisexual flatmate, my equal and opposite, who I'd spend the weekends dancing on tables howling Hamilton musical themes, who's classy as much as she is slutty, sat next to me with a bowl of Angel's Delight, instinctively giving me head scritches with her new nails while watching something on the TV infront of us.
For the first time I felt a comfortable shudder across my body, and, out of pure instinct, I fell into pup-space, lightly woofing in comfort and delight. My flatmate didn't mind though. She's perfectly comfortable with my odd-antics.
"Looks like you're really enjoying my scritches!"
And in that instant I snapped out of pup-space, and gave my flatmate the biggest hug I could ever give someone. Through her, I had finally found my name: Pup Scritch!
Mid/Late 2021: The Manchester Pup-Play Scene and Handler Gordon
Seeing so many individuals being acting so different to regular humans felt liberating, human-pups on playmats passing around balls, booping each other, hugs and cuddles all around: it felt comforting and welcoming to a degree I never felt growing up. Club Collared displayed folks volunteering to be brought on stage and having all sorts of kinks tried on them: spanking, bastinado, e-stim, etc. etc., I even got tied to a pole at one point by one of my friends, and for some time enjoyed being seen as another object in a room full of horny folks.
That being said, I wasn't entirely naive to the sociable nature of the Manchester pup scene: being an outsider for most of my life, I quickly knew how cliquey Manchester gays can be (maybe because they are only comfortable talking to their own?), and that the only reason why I enjoyed KK/Collared as much as I did was because I had a friend who was already in the 'in-groups'. To be a newbie in Manchester's scene can feel very isolating, so I'm forever glad the friend I no longer have kept that door open for me until I made a name for myself.
I also made a new friend too, a well-established Handler in the North: Handler Gordon. He was (and always is) eager to introduce me into the pup-play scene, being genuinely kind and caring, and having the capacity to love every single pup he comes across. While we all joke about he collects pups like Pokemon, speaking with him it became clear that he does this with a low-intensity, allowing them essentially full freedom to be who they want to be, and turning to Gordon when in need of advice or emotional support. It was crazy to think how diverse Handlers can be, as I was only accustomed to the idea that a Handler only handles a few pups in a closed dynamic, but seeing people like Gordon and their dynamics helped me realise that the world isn't as black-and-white as I thought, especially within the kink communities.
2022: Finding Master Jacob and Adult-Work
Not long after that, my kink life began to snowball further and further. A new acquantaince was made: an active pro-dom online, by the name of Master Jacob. We bonded over our shared interests in kink and its psychology, and throughout our time actively conversing, we'd frequently share our experiences with kink, and hopes for the future. We both agreed early on that we wouldn't play together, both because of his existing dynamics, and the sheer fact that he was straight and I was too inexperienced, but also because we had a mutual respect and a bond that we didn't want impacted by introducing a sexual dynamic to it: I was (and still am) a baby in the world of kink, and honestly I don't have the finances to support such a dynamic. If anything, I personally saw him as a mentor with exploring kink a safe way, a shining example of the type of dominant I'd willingly submit to. We still talk frequently, now with an increased level of honesty and respect for each other, and maybe one day, I might be able to repay him for all the wisdom and self-assurance he has instilled in me.
Nonetheless, at the height of my academic studies, I began to seriously consider entering the world of adult-work, so Master Jacob began deepening my understanding in what would be demanded of me should I begin creating content, and how I would need to reform myself to not only survive, but thrive in the world of content creation. I began to build my following on Twitter, and began to publicise my 'brand' as a pup online, documenting my experiences as a doggo and good boy for the whole internet to see.
Through his teachings, alongside my ever growing experiences, I took on the role as the President of my Kink Society, and did my best to create a safe space for the new cohort of baby kinksters to discuss their interests and learn about kink without the pressure of actually playing. I even went onto the local radio at one point to discuss the world of pup-play, and what it means to me as a person!
Beyond this point, things get mucky, but let's skip the details on that for now, and flash forward to late 2023/ early 2024...
Halloween 2023: My Debut at The New Union & Ophelia Later
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| Scritch with Ophelia |
I figured it was a good opportunity to reconnect with an old friend, so I dropped her a message, and we quickly began discussions as to what the Disney-themed performance would involve: Ophelia would be Cruella, while I would be her loyal pup and guard dog.
(See the full performance here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrXs7f1o3k4)
December 2023: The FkMe Casting Call and Ethan Bradbury
By the tail-end of 2023, I had gone through a whirlwind of emotions, drama and experiences. I had gained friends, lost friends, built and lost my following, and fell into the trappings of using my online socials to vent my personal frustrations. Despite it all, I was still alive, albeit with a diminished confidence. I had also moved back home to my family home, which also meant having to be in reaching distance of my still-overbearing mother. Still, I refused to let go of my desire for freedom, and would consistently leave the house for kink socials and events, despite my mum's protestations.
One day, after a horny scroll through twitter, I came across a post by Ethan Bradbury. I had never heard of this person before, but he made a name for himself as a gym-fluencer turned content creator, and was in the early stages of his new business venture: FkMe Merch. His post was none-other than an open casting-call, looking for models for his upcoming brand. He was even looking for pups to model aswell!
I took a look at the comments, and I was overwhelmed by the responses: Over 200 people, pups and humans alike, all sending in their photos for the chance to be a model. And they were all beautiful and sexy in their own right.
I found some photos of me as an outgoing, performative pup and as a human, and threw my name into the hat. I didn't think too much of it, and I proceeded on with my regular life. Very quickly he sent me a DM: he was interested in my photos and on my page, and put me on their shortlist!
I didn't want to waste this opportunity, so I asked if I could send some extra photos that better highlighted my pup-side. Soon enough, he was looking through the images, and would get back to me very soon...
New Year's Day, 2024: The New Scritch
December 31st. I was horny and bored, and didn't have the finances to spend in town for New Year's. After a short scroll on Grindr, I came across a couple near my area, who were interested in having some fun (and I was interested in having fun with them). They were kinky, but knew what they were doing, and I felt confident to handle whatever they had in store for me, especially considering I had played with them before...
I got myself cleaned out, put on my sluttiest jockstrap, and began the walk over to their place.
Not even a foot into the door, and already we were stripping each others' clothes off, kissing against the wall and feeling all that we were going to give to each other. We calmed down for a moment, and started some small talk over drinks and a couple of joints. Not long after I was on my knees and began my usual routine of being used as their toy, and enjoying every inch of pleasure they had to offer me. By the time fireworks were going off to celebrate the new year, fireworks were happening inside the couples' living room, as I anal-gasmed for the first time, and several times after that point...
We then took a break for a little bit, and I checked my phone. I got a text from Ethan Bradbury. He had looked at the additional photos from previous pup-photoshoots I had done, and had replied to one of them:
January 2024: Discovering Isaiah feat. Harvey McDonald & FkMe
Things seriously began to pick up from there. The photoshoot would take place in March, and I'd seriously need to get my brand going for when FkMe Merch formally launched after that.
Luckily, I had become friends with a content creator, Harvey, and we were already making plans to meet up and collab together. I quickly found a name for my kinkster self outside of pup-play: Isaiah. It seemed to roll off the tongue well, and it's a religious name so it's another act of rebellion against the church that repressed my identity for so long.
One long douching session later, and I was in a comfy bed, getting my insides rearranged by Harvey on camera. Then I had him on the bed, and began polishing his cock with my hand. I will admit, as submissive as I was up until that point, I thoroughly enjoyed watching him writhe in pleasure...
Since then we've become good (even close) friends, and will hopefully collab again in the future!
March 2024: The FkMe Photoshoot
In the months leading up to the photoshoot, I had begun chatting with the other fellow models. All of them are sexy in their own right, and all of them coming from different backgrounds: some were content creators; others had never thought about doing adult-work before, and one was even the manager for Cavalcade Club! From 10am to 5.30pm, we were taking photos in our merch at the derelict Antwerp Mansion in Manchester, having a right laugh, and even recording a few videos here and there for the upcoming FkMe social media page!
I will admit, I was extremely shy going into it, and felt unprepared for it, but as soon as the cameras starting rolling, I was in my natural environment. Ethan seemed personally impressed by how quickly my personality shone out in the space, and looking at the photos from the shoot now, I'd have to agree.
After the shoot wrapped up, I quickly headed back to my hotel to decompress, got changed, and went out to Canal Street to meet up with the folks. Until 4am we danced, drank and were merry, and quite frankly, it was to this date the best night out I've had (that didn't involve fucking or barking at anyone). Ethan became my new mentor in all things content creation, and I had come so far in my beginnings as a misunderstood, overlooked boy who didn't know who or what he was...
And I've only just gotten started.
Alex Wightman Photography: https://alexwightman.com
Master Jacob: https://twitter.com/Dominant_Need
Ophelia Later: https://instagram.com/mrsophelialater
Ethan Bradbury: https://twitter.com/MrBritainX
Mr Painter X: https://twitter.com/misterpainter_x
Ronnie Stone: https://instagram.com/ronniestxne
Nathan Break: https://twitter.com/nathan_breakxxx
Monkeyribz: https://twitter.com/monkeyribz
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