Famous DUNGEONS of San Francisco

Text by Joe Cook Photos by Gene Weber

These three photos were taken inside Mel and Gary's notorious Playroom. Top photo shows the diabolical "Frakenstein" chair … complete with slave. The middle and bottom photos give two different views of their famous cage and how the enclosed victim is readily available for fun and games.

The concept is not new, of course. Private dungeons and torture chambers have probably existed since pre-Marquis de Sade time when the first guy got a throbbing hard-on from some aspect of bondage or torture. Civilization has marched on, however, and today almost anyone can set up their own playroom. The possibilities are boundless (no rotten pun intended), and depend only on your own creative ingenuity. Everything and anything - from simple restraints attached to the four corners of a bed to a complete and diabolically equipped basement or attic.

Here are four hot examples of San Francisco's better playroom set-ups to give you some idea of the limitless possibilities.

The internationally famous basement playroom of Mel and Gary has been the scene of some very heavy action. A couple of their more erotic exploits in this room have made it onto the pages of Drummer. Others, into the S / M scene, who have heard legendary tales about this playroom and its Master have weaved j / o fantasies about it.

The design is very functional, which is essential to the trip. Black walls with many mirrors. Toys meticulously arranged on the wall panel. An excellent sound system to provide just the right, trippy atmosphere. A system of lights, including a flashing strobe light, also contributes to the carnal mood. The floors are heavily carpeted to provide maximum privacy and performance. An adjacent bathroom provides a play area for more liquid entertainment.

Mel has used his creative imagination to devise a marvelous torture. It's suspended from the ceiling with attachments for the slave's tits or other body appendages. Such attachments as altered clothespins which can be clamped on to tits, are attached to ropes which are hung over two pulleys. Weights are then tied to the ropes … and the nipples are then receptive to whatever excrutiating games the Master might want to play.

Body suspension in wide, various positions is also possible inside this room. A slave can be spread-eagled, hoisted, shackled , tied, and restrained in limitless variations . A different kind of trip, however is possible with Mel and Gary's cage which they demonstrate in these pictures. The cage is attached and hung by heavy chains from a winch on the ceiling, making the slave effectively captive and receptive for whatever cruel whim the Master might desire.

An even more diabolical instrument of restraint is the "Frankenstein" chair which Mel has created. Built of metal beams bolted together, there are restraint attachments at the neck, arms, wrists, legs and feet to securely fasten the slave in place. An attached dildo in the seat adds a further fillup to the experience.

These five photos offer a very private look at Ed's very complete gameroom south of the slot. It would be futile to try and explain all the many toys, devices, restraints and equipment in Ed's collection so we'll just let photo.

Also famous is Ed's playroom, the scene of some outstanding trips. Again, mirrors and other visual stimulation help the trip along. Toys are arranged conveniently on pegboards, neat and easy to reach. Ceiling beams with ch vide the means for a complete suspension. A special feature of Ed's playroom is the large collection of dildoes Ed expertly uses in his anal scenes.

Unfortunately, these shots were taken just before Ed began dismantling his playroom, since he is moving on to other things. A special memorial plaque for the room might be in order, since (like Blackglama Furs) he and the room have become legends in their own time!

The top photo shows one end of jack's mirrored playroom with his adjustable table. The rack of bottles to Jack's left contains hair shaved from hapless victims. The bottom two photos are of Jay's well equipped, imaginative playroom which he devised and crafted himself.

Say "Playroom" to most straights, and the image conjured up is invariably Pool, Pong or Pinball. Among the S / M community however, the word conjures up other, and infinitely more interesting images of bondage, whipping, leather and bizarre 'toys' that penetrate one's delicate orifices.

Playrooms are places where guys play alright, but play heavy macho games with each other. Places where men suspended sweating and straining, are put through their paces by experienced practitioners as deftly as any accomplished cello player practices and plays his instrument.

Instruments of torture at one's fingertips. Images of misery and pleasure gleaming in mirrors. Marvelously constructed furnishings to fulfill a multitude of phantasies.

Jack's playroom has been the scene of some truly professional trips. This basement playroom with its exposed beams also features the standard mirrors and toys hanging on the walls.

A really hot feature of Jack's playroom however, is the table. Built at crotch-height and covered with leather, the two ends can be raised or lowered to fit the action.

In once corner of the room is another interesting feature — a crapper on a raised platform on which Jack can literally elevate enemas to an art.

And no, friends, that is not a spice rack in the other corner. That is Jack's fairly extensive collection of hair shaved from his willing victims.

The fourth basic black and mirror furnished den of pain / pleasure belongs to Jay, and is the newest of the four.

Jay set this room up in about two weeks in a spare room in his apartment, somewhat on the model of Jack's. Jack is a talented leather-worker and has designed much of his toys and equipment himself.

His array of ball weights are arranged meticulously in ascending order. His other toys hang on the wall within easy reach.

These four playrooms illustrate some common features, but variations are infinite depending solely on your material and creative resources. We hope in future issues to present some of these creative variations.

A TRIBUTE BY A. JAY

It's a sad finale for the raunchy ol' bastard! World-famous Everard is no more! And it was indeed world-famous: The Everard was on everyone's gay list. when they hit the Big Apple. All the horny guys from East Orange, New Jersey to East Brunswick, New Zealand made fast tracks to its door. One could almost always count on the sex there to be hot, fast and frantic inside its grubby claustrophobic cubicles, its dark dorm, its dungeon-like steamroom. There were naturally slow nights and bummer nights … but not too often! And Evie's … as it was affectionately known to the loyal hardcore … had more than its share of unbelievable highs. One could almost always count on some super, four-star scenes at 28 West 28th if you made it there on (1) a rainy, warm week night, (2) a full moon … or (3) on a drizzly, gray Sunday afternoon. There were some class acts there … sweaty sadists, muscular masochists, beefy bodybuilders, cocky cowboys, tattooed truckers, balling bikers, macho Marines, horny hardhats, lewd lumberjacks, jaded jocks, wet wrestlers, sucking sailors, toilet trainers, sexy skin- heads, plus the usual assortment of Marboromen, FFA officinados, leather/ uniform buffs, toy collectors and the like. Prime meat for every pot! Afternoons were hot too. In fact, Everard was a 24 hour sex circus! You paid your money and did your outrageous thing at any hour.

Everard almost always played to a packed house. On a busy night, there was a trick in getting a room that only the steadies knew about. First, let me explain that Everard invariably ran out of rooms early in the evening. Weekends and holidays were especially frantic. Rooms … especially on the third floor were at a premium. Any novice walking in and wanting a room in this prime time was told to wait in the small, adjoining coffee shop. You would be called. No numbers were assigned. Everyone was on the honor system to know who followed who when a gruff voice announced over the tiny intercom, "Room," But the faithful bypassed this indignity by lining up in a small hallway to the right of the check-in cage. These regulars were the privileged cause as soon as a room opened up, they got first crack. Of course, this preferential treatment cost $2-$3 over the room rate and went into the greedy pockets of the trolls that maned the check-in cage. The help were out front all unsmilling, straight, surly, and shifty-eyed. They all looked like defrocked policemen. And naturally, those poor boobs in the coffee shop sometimes waited for hours to get upstairs . The locker line was another story …

But despite the hassle of getting a room, Everard had magic. No other tubs can really come close. A sex palace … raw, funky, grungy. The beauties and an occasional beast, all ashes now. Gone is their small coffee shop with the large array of munchies … the dank, heady smell of sex everywhere … the peeling walls of the medieval steamroom … the tiled pool for a plunge and a breather … the pool side TV that was always on … the hunky masseur and his oil 'massages' … the quick hand-jobs in the dark hotroom … the erotic sounds bounding out of the darkness from the rooms around you … the sleeping cat in the manager's office … Gone, but not forgotten. Goodbye, ol' buddy! You will be missed!

THE EVERARD FIRE by George Birimisa

At seven o'clock on the morning of May 25th, flames gutted the oldest gay steam baths in the United States, the Everard. Nine of our gay brothers were burned beyond recognition and seven more were hospitalized. As we go to press one of the victims is in critical condition. Fire officials emphasized after a week-long search of the charred rubble that they do not believe "any more bodies might be still in the three-story wreak-age ." Fire Commissioner John T. O'Hagan said, "Several of the known victims were unbelievably charred. In some cases it was difficult to recognize that we were even dealing with a human body.'

A number of gays showed their feelings about the Everard halocaust by demonstrating at City Hall and calling attention to the 'fire trap' meance of the establishment. They demanded a thorough investigation. A young man who held hands with his male friend wanted to know why it took over an hour for the fire department to answer the frantic phone calls from the baths. "We want answers now, not excuses," he yelled. "We demand our civil rights as American citizens!"

However, this did not deter Mayor Beame and his defense of the status quo. Beame pointed out that the Everard Baths was not licensed as a hotel and maximum occupancy was for only twelve hours. Since the fire broke out in the early morning how would anyone know if the patrons had occupied their tiny cubi- cles for more than twelve hours? After all, how many patrons slept at the Baths? Anyway, the vast majority entered after the bars had shut their doors or even later considering the gay clubs that are usually open until dawn.

Mayor Beame implied that gays broke the law by sleeping in their filthy cubicles for more than twelve hours. Somehow he forgot to mention the incredible fact that if a new sprinkler system had been connected there would not have been any

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The listed owner of the Everard Baths. one Irving Fine, 62, stated that he had complied with an August, 1976, order to install the sprinkler system but that he had until July of 1977 to connect it. If this sounds strange and unusual it is because it is strange and unusual.

A Columbia psychology student said, "I was walking my dog when I smelled smoke and heard screams. I ran around the corner and men were hanging naked from the second story ledge, falling to the pavement. Men were everywhere . running in all directions in towels and shorts. The smoke was black. Just then the first fire truck pulled up. It was a catastrophe!"

Let us start from the beginning. The building on 28th and Broadway was erected in 1890 by James Everard, an Irish brewing magnate. At the time it was in the center of the new growth of Manhattan that was quickly moving uptown from Allen and Delancey Streets. The Everard was a luxurious status symbol that appealed to the burgeoning upper middle class at the turn of the century who were growing fat on the money of J.P. Morgan and the Rocke- fellers. It's curleycue fake Roman archi-

tecture appealed to the nouveau riche and they flocked to the posh theaters, and clubs of the midtown area surrounding the Everard Building. Prestige restaurants like Luchow's and Del-monico's were a stone's throw away.

The Everard made its transformation from the "normal majority" to a gay watering hole after the area became infested with cheap hotels and a red light? district. This probably happened after the First World War. It seems that the respectable middle class had moved up- a new freedom for gay men. The gays knew that as long as they were within the now seedy confines of the Everard they need not fear the wrath of the law. At the Everard Baths gay men had a new experience. They were the 'normal majority' even though the establishment was run by tough looking, very taciturn the Everard!" said a husky leather jacketed gay in his early thirties as he stared at the smouldering ruins. "I'm from upstate New York … Corning . . but I get down here once every couple of months! It's the best for hot action! No bullshit! The blacks, the sexy Puerto Rican's and the Italians! There wasn't an orgy room with flickering lights and a Musak like a lot of the modern places… nothing but wild sex! There was always an orgy going on somewhere! It's a real shame!

His 53 year old friend in a business suit could hardly wait to talk. "It was the place! It's where you went when you came into town.

When asked when was the last time he'd gone to the Everard he replied, "I just came down to have a look. Haven't been to the Everard in a couple of years but it was wonderful. I used to come here a lot in the fifties, before we had so many different places to go to. I guess things have really changed! It's a crime … burning down like this!"

The Everard Baths was the first gay baths in New York City and just possibly in the nation. Of course, one may wonder how the Baths have survived all these years without being shut down despite all the clean-up campaigns from Mayor Fiorello La Guardia to Abraham Beame. There has been a persistent rumor that the owner was just a front and that the police department really owned the Everard Baths. Interestingly enough, this same rumor surfaced in an article in one of the New York papers. Of course, it was identified as a rumor.

The baths at the Everard (whether gay or straight) have been in business for over 50 years. A license was granted in 1921 which allowed for a facility with "a pool, baths and dormitory." However, it is commonly assumed that the Everard was straight through the twenties, became mised in the early thirties and turned gay just before World War Two. The short order cook refused to give his name but said, "I'm over sixty even though I don't look it and let me tell you, this place was wild during the Second World War! Servicemen were hanging out of the orgy with three marines and two sailors!

Nothing like those good old days!" However, the May 25th fire was not the first fire at the Everard Baths! In 1973 a large part of the fourth floor was gutted by fire. Was the Everard closed down until it could comply with the codes of the Building Department? Would it not seem logical that after a major fire there would be an inspection and that the facility would not reopen until all the necessary repairs had been made and all violations corrected? What about fire escapes, sprinkler systems, etc? "Are you kidding. New York is the most corrupt city in the country!" the longhair with horn rimmed glasses spoke angrily. "Did you ever study the history of this city? It's still run by Tammany and they're ripping off the people!'

The facts are that the Everard reopened after the 1973 fire with only a cosmetic' job done on the fourth floor. An order to install a sprinkler system was not issued until August of 1976. That was three years and nine charred bodies after the first fire!

The irony involved here is that gays are treated like second class citizens and too many of them go along with this kind of treatment. How many gays who are in the closet are going to speak out against the 'fire trap' conditions of the Everard fire? How many of them are going to march in a parade of gay soli- darity? What if a television camera spotted them? This fear is also shared by some straights who do believe in civil rights for gays. Many of them are terrified of marching in a parade because they may be identified by TV and consequently lose their jobs.

Bruce Voiller, co-executive director of the National Gay Task Force spoke bluntly about the Everard when he said, a shabby, dreadful place, run-down and grubby beyond words." Can't we at least ask for clean facilities? Can't we ask for our civil rights?

Arthur Bell, an upfront gay writer for the Village Voice put it directly to Mayor Abraham Beame when he asked, "What do you intend to do for New York's gay constituency? Intro 554, the gay civil rights bill, has been bottled up in the General Welfare Committee of the City Council for three years. You're running for another term and I still don't have any civil rights."

The Mayor's answer was that he didn't think gays were criminals and that he would consider signing Intro 554 when the City Council passed the civil rights bill. Of course, it is a known fact that Mayor Beame controls the patronage that is doled out to Council members and that he could get the bill passed right away if he really wanted to get it passed.

Yes, the runaround goes on and on and up and up into the city administra- tion. Who is responsible for the fire trap known as the Everard Baths? It was a booming business that charged exorbitant prices and could very well afford compliance with the building code.

The city administration stood mute and silent as all through the afternoon of papers inquiring about a list of the dead and injured. The answer was brutal but to the point. The list of the dead was in- complete and they weren't even sure if the names were correct. It seems that most of the patrons who had survived the fire had refused to give their names to reporters and many others (including victims) had signed false names, when they registered at the Everard Baths. This made identification difficult if not impossible. According to gay newspaper NEWSWEST (issue of June 9th) veck was originally mis-identified as Nicholas Smith, a friend whose name he had apparently used when signing in on the register at the bath house. Smith came forward when he learned he had been listed as a casualty, and identified Signovec.

And so it went. The fear of discovery was rampant. How many pseudonyms' were used at the Everard Baths? We will never know. Will we ever know the real names of the victims? Where were all the grieving relatives being interviewed on television and in the daily papers? Are all the bodies truly identified and claimed? As we go to press we do not know for sure.

If there is a silver lining in the tragedy of the totally unnecessary fire in mid- town Manhattan it is that it did happen on a Wednesday morning. Can you im- agine what the Everard Baths would be like on a Saturday night or early on a Sunday morning? Take the following into consideration. 135 cubicles that passed consucration. 132 cubicles that passed as rooms, and I don't know how many lockers plus a dormitory. And … there were always patrons waiting in line on Friday and Saturday nights. It is also quite possible that the own Building Code and the official posted

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CHAPTER 4

"Hey, ole Rip's got a crush on you, kid!"

Now his tongue found my balls that hung down into the crack of my ass. He slipped them into his mouth. Then his tongue searched beneath my balls and he found my quivering asshole. His tongue slipped inside easily as my spincter muscle was loose and I'd gone to sleep with my trusty cucumber up my ass. I whacked away at my rigid dong

Striding to the center of the gym, Killer grabbed the neck harness (for building up a skinny neck) and removed the long leather strap. "Bend over and grab your ankles, Rip!" he ordered.

Rip bent over humbly, his hands gripping his ankles, his milk white ass vulnerable and ready for the leather strap. The only sign of fear was a slight quivering of the hard slabs of buttock muscles.

ZING! WHOOOOOOSH! CR… ACK!

Shotgun explosion . supple, worn leather digging into bare-ass flesh . failing . whipping . . then the soft leather lying quietly on the bare flesh . . not moving . . then caressing the milk white ass . . loving it gently

Again Killer's arm shooting through the air, tearing at Rip's ass . . fascination . . pale pink mark in the shape of the strap . . turning red … then angry scarlet against the milk whiteness . . still Rip hanging onto his ankles for dear life. Again and again the leather whooshed ping at the twin peaks of solid muscle. Now scarlet turned to violent blood red and the barely perceptible swelling … edges

Violent blood red and the barery perceptule swelling 1. Cogo of the wells tinging to blue-green-purple.

Now I grooved on Killer's body in action … a magnificent sight to behold. Sopping wet with deltoid muscles bunche hand squeezed his enormous cockhead. "Take over, kid!" Killer threw the thick strap in my general direction.

The thought of beating Rip's golden ass filled my guts with burning fire. Now Rip was on his knees, his head buried in the carpet, his gorgeous ass ready for more action. On a sudden impulse, I bent over, kissing the beautiful burning vari-colored welts.

"His back… work it over!" Killer said. WHOOO… SH! SLAM! BAM! CR… AACK!

Killer's arm in violent motion. Leather screaming through the air smashing into the flesh of my pectoral muscles. I heard the air smasning into the nest of my period of the scream. It was my own, "Shut the fuck up!" Again the inexerable leather strap eating into my flesh … my chest … my belly … my thighs. Desperately I pulled away from blows bit into my back . . my ass . . the back of my legs .. then it happened . . my body . . my head . . searing pain somehow turned inside out . . insane rapture gripping my being as the blows smashed down. I hung onto R heavier. I screamed as my orgasm tore at my body, spurting my cum onto Rip's belly. It went on and on … the greatest

"What?"

"Slave Number Two behind Georgie Porgie!" Killer reached into his sweat pants, scratching his huge balls. "You take care of the shit… clean up the latrine. You got that?" "Yeah, I got it!" "Willer creached him band agr

Killer smashed him hard across the face. "Sir, Fuckhead!" "Yes sir!" Rip's golden hair was matted against his tanned forehead.

"You sleep in the closet with Georgie." Killer stood up, walking around Rip, inspecting his whipped ass and back.

And you drink my piss when I wake up!'

Yes sir!

I jumped to my feet, furious, "But boss, I thought that I got to drink your . .

Killer grabbed my hair with one hand and slapped me silly with the other hand. "Watch out, asshole, or you'll end up slave number Two." "Sorry, sir!" I guess I was angry because Rip had gotten

Killer's ten inches up his ass. I wondered if I'd wait until Doomsday to get his gorgeous hunk of meat. Now Killer grabbed Rip by his golden hair. "You take orders from Georgiel Anything he wants to do with you. Such his dick … anything! You got that, asshole?" And then I was alone with Slave Number Two. "The crappers!" I yelled. "What?"

"Sir, God damn it!" I yelled, slapping him hard. "Sir, God damn it!" I yelled, slapping him hard. "Ah … what, ah … sir?" He looked confused. "Clean up the fuckin' crappers!" "Yes, Boss!" Rip moved quickly through the d and ass was a sight to behold. Criss-crossed with the whipping marks from the leather strap. They were turning a deep purple. tainous pectorals gave me a hard on. "I want a blow job before I go to sleep." "Yes sir!"

"Careful with the teeth! You scratched my dick the last time!" "Sorry, sir!" He shifted his feet apologetically. I opened my eyes when I felt his hot tongue licking my balls. He sucked my asshole and then went to work on my asshole has the minutes to shoot my creamy load. rigid dick. It took me two minutes to shoot my creamy load down his throat. I went to sleep peacefully after shoving my cucumber up my ass. I dreamt of winning the Mr. Bay Area contest and right after … my night with Killer McKenna and his monster cock.

I sprayed the Windex on the lobby mirror when the sound of the Harley blasted at my ears, I glanced at the wall clock nervously. It was five minutes to nine and Salvatore Rizzo would enter the glass doors at exactly nine in the evening. I'o overheard Killer talking to the leader of the ANGELS OF DEATH over the phone. I quickly finished cleaning the mirror, my heart beating faster. What kind of an ordeal was Killer going to put me through?

At three of minutes of nine two skin-headed young men in full leather deposited a black foot locker in the lobby. Then they opened the glass doors and stood at attention. They were good looking with studded black dog collars around their necks. One was husky and the other was lean and hungry look- ing.

At exactly nine o'clock Salvatore Rizzo strode into the lobby of the Killer McKenna Gym. Tight leather pants clung to his thick legs, accenting his enormous crotch. He wore his motorcycle jacket against his bare skin. Black hair matted his chest but it couldn't hide his massive, well-defined pectoral muscles. He stood in the lobby, legs spread wide, his chin thrust arrogantly forward. He gave a barely perceptible signal and his silent slaves closed the glass doors and stood at atten-

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tion three feet behind their master.

"Fuckin' hot!" He shrugged huge shoulders.

The slaves moved in unison, efficiently removing his lea- ther jacket and placing it carefully in the foot locker. I'd never seen such a hairy man. It coated his belly, curling down over his leather pants. His thick black hair curled over his shoulders. His green eyes were huge and penetrating, ac- cented by heavy black eyebrows. What had once been an aquiline nose was smashed against his face. He bore a remar-adulline llos was shashed as a shashed as a shashed resemblance to Rocky Marciano, only his waist was thinner. He looked like he hadn't shaved for a week. "Where the fuck is he?" he growled, scratching his ass. The slaves whip zinging down on their helpless bodies. Then Killer came zooming out of the office in his sweat pants. "God damn! Sal Rizzo! How the fuck are ya?"

"Thirty seconds late!" He scowled at Killer. "Rizzo don't wait for nobody!" "Sorry, pal!" Killer slapped him on the ass. "You're in great shape. Workin' out in Oakland, huh?"

Rizzo ignored the remark, turned on his heel, and moved into the gym proper. He checked it out; the gleaming new la-tisimus dorsi machine, the parallel bars, the squat rack; leg raise machine, all the updated equipment Killer nad bought from the memberships I'd sold since I'd taken over as membership salesman and resident slave.

The bald headed slaves deposited the black foot locker in the center of the gym. "Ain't got all night for shootin' the shit!" Rizzo stared at himself in the full length mirror. "All the members out, Georgie?" Killer scratc balls. Just looking at my master drove me up the wall with desire. "Yes, boss!"

"Lock the front door … on the double!"

As I hurried back into the gym after locking the front door I tried to figure out what was going on. Sal plopped his ass onto an exercise bench. "My feet hurt!" he mumbled.

The lean slave was on his knees in front of Rizzo, pulling hard at the heavy boots. "Socks, too, shithead!" Sal scratched between his toes. "That one part of the merchandise?" His green eyes examined me coldly, "Great slave!" Killer bragged, "Twenty-one years old. Weight, 190 pounds, Forty-four inch chest. Thirty inch waist. Biceps, sixteen and three-fourths," "Can't tell shit with

"Strip!"

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

Killer's open palm whacked me across the side of my face my clothes. Was Killer really going to sell me to the leader of the ANGELS OF DEATH? Would Sal Rizzo shave my head and put a studded dog collar around my neck? Would I be just another slave in his stable? The questions ham head but I knew if I disobeyed Killer he'd kick me out of the gym. I pulled off my pants and stood naked in front of the ice cold green eyes of Salvatore Rizzo. "Ain't no Swarzenegger or even a Franco Columbu," Sal snorted. "Let me tell you, Sal!" Killer's hand rubbed his mountainous chest. "This kid's entered in the Mr. Bay Area Contest and he's gonna win first place!", forcing my mouth open. The son of a bitch was inspecting my teeth. "Got all of 'em," he said. "Turn around!"

I obeyed with alacrity. "Bend over and spread 'em!" Leaning forward, I grabbed the cheeks of my ass. I felt the anger against Killer like a red hot poker in my guts. The son of a bitch was selling me like a side of beef.

A rough finger probed at my bunghole. "What the fuck is this?" His voice shot up an octave.

My head jerked upward and I turned beet red. Rizzo was holding a giant cucumber in his hand. I always went to sleep with a cucumber up my ass but that morning after Rip Powell had given me my morning blow job I hadn't had time to remove it.

Rizzo threw the cucumber on the floor. A sneer twisted at his ruggedly handsome face. "Can't afford a dildo to shove up your slave's ass?" ne jeered. "You sneaky son of a bitch!" Killer glared at me. "You've been ruining my fuckin' salads, you asshole!" "I got a fist that's a helluva lot bigger than a cucumber!" Rizzo smiled evilly, holding his fist an inch away from Killer's face. "You want to buy him or not?" Killer asked impatiently. I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "Boss, I don't want to leave you. Don't you know how much I lo…"

The dizzying emptiness slammed at my head, hurtling me through space, faster and faster. I fell screaming into a rainbow whirlpool of whistling, moaning wind … jagged edged splinters of reds and oranges ripped at my body … tearing me apart. Then I was floating in a strange stillness and somehow in a different time, almost as if Killer's blow was a time and place machine, transporting me back … back to my home … Modesto … a freshman in high school … living with Dad alone … Mom had run away with a travelling salesman.

Dad never got home until midnight so I spent the late afternoons at the construction site, where the workers were building the new gym. I sat for hours and hours on the side of the hill, staring at the young man with the husky shoulders and the sandy hair. He was always stripped to the waist, his hammer pounding the nails into the blond wood.

He was only five feet nine but was built like the proverbial shithouse with his barrel chest slimming down to a 28 inch waist. After a week of watching him I found out his name …

Buddy.

Each day I'd inch a few feet down the side of the hill until I was close enough to see the corded muscles of his thick legs through his faded denim. His buttock muscles were so big and solid that they looked like they'd split the seams of his pants.

It was two weeks later … the weak winter sun was setting when he slowly climbed the hill and looked down at me. The knobhead of his cock pushed against his tight pants. He reached down, pressing his thumb and index finger around it, holding it for a moment. "I gotta piss!

My heart pounded crazily as I led him into the clearing on top of the hill. It was a beautiful area, colored yellow with poppies. Slowly and deliberately he unzipped his fly and his dick flopped out. It was long and thick and half hard. I could-n't believe a cock could be as big as Buddy's. It seemed five times bigger than my boydick.

I couldn't pull my eyes away as he sprayed his piss against the green ferns under the tree. When he shook the last drop he didn't put it back in his pants. He moved closer. My body trembled with a strange, wild desire. "Here, kid. You wanna play with it?"

My head whirled. I wanted to do something with it but I didn't know what. My knees were knocking together and I could hardly breathe.

Buddy unbuckled his belt and his pants fell to his heavy work boots. He pulled down his boxer shorts and the big thing flopped out, slapping against his flat, muscular stomach. Now his strong hands pressed down hard on my shoulders and I was on my knees with the big drippy thing an inch away from my mouth. He took my hand and put it around his giant balls. "I … ah … never done nothin' like this!" I mumbled.

He didn't answer. His big hand pushed my head forward and I felt the slick wetness as my lips touched the red knob. My tongue tentatively touched his pisshole. He moaned and groaned as I opened my mouth and took the huge knobhead into my boymouth. It was so huge I could hardly get my lips around it.

Quickly Buddy jerked my pants down and his calloused finger pressed against my bunghole. "Gonna fuck that virgin ass!" he moaned. "Wet it good, kid. Plenty of spit!"

Buddy picked me up with one hand and turned me around. He spat on his hand and carefully pushed his wet finger into my shithole. "Fuckin' tight…a cherry! a cherry!"

He bent me over, my hands touching the grass. The sunl then a warmth filled my body and I relaxed. Buddy had his big dick all the way into the hilt. At first he was gentle but when I began to moan and groan he slammed it into my virgin ass harder and harder.

I jerked at my four inches of rigid boycock and felt a fire in my toes. It moved to my legs and then to my crotch. The crackle of dry branches and I stared into the face of a young

man. He held his dick in his hand. My head jerked back and the hot wetness was in my mouth. He wasn't gentle like Buddy . He grabbed my ears and shoved his dick all the way down my throat. I gagged as his thick cream spurted deep into my throat and behind me Buddy was jerking wildly as he shot his burning hot load up my virgin ass.

And that was the beginning … at thirteen … I sucked off or got fucked by every good looking guy on the construction crew but I refused to take care of the paunchy ones and

Buddy always backed me up. He was a pal.

The time and place machine went out of focus and I was deep into the blackness of unconsciousness that was finally pierced by jagged edged reds flicking at my brain like branding irons. Then bright green stars … pale blue of the overhead neon in the gym . . I shook my head, realizing I was in Killer McKenna's gym and I wasn't thirten years old. "Where the fuck's the other slave — the ball p

Rizzo scratched his hair matted chest. "Cleanin' out the crappers!" Killer moved to the door of the locker room. "Rip! Get your ass in here!" Rip came running but his handsome face turned white as a sheet when he saw Sal R eyes were staring at the big black foot locker. On it was sten- cilled: TOYS. PROPERTY OF ANGELS OF DEATH.

Rip nervously touched his blue bikini, pushing at the big ball that always managed to hang out. Rizzo's hand shot out, ripping at the blue bikini. He tore it to shreds and threw it on the gym floor. Rip's fists clenched but he didn't move a muscle. Rizzo walked around the golden boy of baseball, inspecting him carefully, grabbing an arm, feeling his deltoids, checking out his triceps, slapping him on the ass. "How much, Killer ?

"You want 'em both, Sal?" Killer reached into his sweat pants and scratched his gigantic balls. "I dunno." Sal Rizzo gestured to Rip. "Little old, ain't he?"

"In his prime. He's only twenty-four and he's a star athlete… superb condition." Killer smiled. "He even got a tight asshole!" "I don't know about that!" For the first time Rizzo smiled as he punched Killer on the arm. "

'em have a tight ass with that wrecking crew you got between your legs, huh Killer?" Killer laughed. "Tight enough for me, Sal!" "So how much for the two of 'em?"

"Let's see!" Killer stared at his reflection in the mirror. "All the members of the ANGELS OF DEATH join my gym for one year. Payment in advance."

"Cut down on the membership fee twenty-five bucks per member. How's that?" Rizzo sat on the black foot locker. "You got yourself a deal, Rizzo!" Killer stuck out his

I watched in absolute horror. The son of a bitch was selling Rip and me to Salvatore Rizzo, to the leader of the ANGELS OF DEATH. I could just see twenty of them gang banging me … branding me … tattooing me. . ! felt like shooting Killer on the spot. If only I had a gun. The son of a bitch didn't give a shit about me after all I'd done for him. Didn't he know that the Killer McKenna Gym would go down the tube without Georgie to sell all the memberships? And yet I had to admit he was doing okay … how many memberships had he just sold?

Rizzo turned to the thin slave. "My checkbook, shithead!"

Killer took the check and moved toward the lobby. "You got until eleven-fifteen." He looked at his watch. "It is now nine-fifteen."

Rizzo ran his hand through his thick mane of hair. "Shit, man, give me until midnight!" "It's a deal. And don't worry about 'em screamin'. Ain't no people around this time a night."

I heaved a sigh of relief. At least Killer was only selling me for two hours for the good of the gym. And yet I was scared to death. What in hell was in that black foot locker? I thought of running for the street but my hands were jerked behind my back and I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs biting into my wrists. A second later the muscular slave snapped on the leg irons and I was helpless.

Rip made a dash for the locker room but Rizzo tripped him and he sprawled on the red carpet. "Ain't puttin' up with this shit," he yelled. "Who the fuck you think you are … Spartacus?"

The husky slave jumped on top of Rip, pinning him down while the lean slave expertly hogtied him with strips of leather. "Gag the son of a bitch!" Rizzo ordered. "I'm gonna teach him some obedience to his master!'

Rizzo sat down on the foot locker and thrust his leg forward . The lean slave removed Rizzo's sock and jammed it into Rip's mouth. The other slave held out a wide strip of tape. It was done like clockwork.

I was sprawled on my back with my head resting against the leg-raise machine. The husky slave opened the foot locker. Carefully he rooted through it. The sound of metal clanging against metal sent chills down my spine. What in hell were they going to do to us? What? "Would you like the ball crusher, sir?" The husky slave asked pleasantly. "Later!"

"Oh, sir! I worked all day on the bamboo splinters. Got them nice and sharp. May I suggest … under the fingernails and the toenails?'

I couldn't believe my ears. Were they putting me on or was it for real? For a moment I thought I was going nuts. "Wooden paddle!" Rizzo ordered. "Yes sir!"

I gulped as I saw the heavy two inch thick piece of wood. lean slave, knocking him to the floor.

The second paddle was thicker than the first. I watched in fascination as Sal moved toward Rip Powell. Rip's eyes were darting back and forth in terror. His ass quivered as Rizzo raised the paddle over his head. The fire smashed at my guts and I felt my dick stiffen. Shit! The ape like Rizzo was going to paddle the milk white ass of golden boy Rip Powell. That beautiful ass … a deep tan and the ness of his buns … two thick slabs of muscle that somehow defied gravity

The dull thud of wood against flesh and the muffled screams of Rip coming through the dirty sock jammed down bing at his thick piece of meat through his slick leather pants. "Yes sir!" In a flash they had Rip tied to the gleaming machine and now he could only move his gorgeous ass a few inches in either direction.

Rizzo's huge arm shot through the air. CRACK! SMACK! THUD! Five … six … seven … Rip squirmed but there was no way he could get away from the avenging paddle. The milk whiteness turned to pink and then to angry red.

And then it happened … the change. Rip's straining muscles relaxed … his ass wasn't squirming away. He began to moan softly. Shit! He pushed his ass upward, waiting for the paddle! He was digging it! Twisting my head I managed to see Rip's dick. It was hard and the cockhead was dripping with pre-cum! Now Rizzo threw the paddle at one of his slaves and then brutally shoved three fingers up Rip's ass. Rip's moan of rapture got louder. "He's ready. Open him up!" Rizzo ordered .

The slim slave rummaged through the foot locker and pulled out a monster dildo that was at least fifteen inches long and almost as thick as my arm. The head of the dildo was as big as a doorknob. It sat on a stand and the slave placed it on the gym floor. It looked like a piece of sculpture that Andy Warhol might create.

"Untie him!"

In what seemed like two seconds Rip was free of his leather bonds. The slim slave took Rizzo's dirty sock out of

Rip's mouth. The husky one slapped some KY on Rip's ass. "Sit on it, shithead!" Rizzo ordered. Rip didn't hesitate for a moment. I watched in astonish- ment as half of the huge dildo disappeared up his gorgeous ass. Rip braced himself on the red carpet or otherwise the belt and carefully removing his leather pants. Buck naked, Rizzo was a magnificent figure of a man. The matted hair couldn't hide his powerful animal physique. Sweat poured down the center of his chest, through the curlycues of thick hair, along the ridges of his rock hard stomach, dripping onto

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his navel. My eyes feasted on the fat monster that reared out of a nest of wiry crotch hair. His prick was a dark brown. It wasn't the longest cock in the world but it looked like the thickest. It was crowned by a dark red satiny head that looked like the bottom of a beer bottle.

Viciously he grabbed Rip by the ears and slammed his thick cock down his throat. At the same time he kicked at Rip's hands and before Rip could catch himself four more inches of the dildo disappeared into his milk white asshole. He couldn't make a sound with Sal Rizzo's fat dick slamming back and forth into his throat.

Rizzo pulled his dripping dick out of Rip's mouth and moved toward me. "Cat O'Nine Tails!"

A moment later the handle was pressed into the palm of his hand. My heart jumped into my throat as Rizzo gently moved the leather across my chest. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Killer. He had come into the gym and his hand was inside his sweat pants and he was jerking at his ten inches. And he was drooling, the spittle running down his chin. Shit. What in hell was wrong with me? I was going through all this crap and all I wanted was Killer's uncut ten inches up my hot ass. And … it was still two months before the Mr. Bay Area Contest and I knew Killer meant what he said. "You win the contest you get my ten inches! Not before, asshole!"

ZI … ING! SWO … OOOOSH! I was watching Killer play with himself when the leather thongs bit deep into my shoulder. I desperately tried to jerk my body away from the screaming leather. I managed to stand up and jump a couple of feet but the leg irons were not made for running and the muscular slave knocked me to the red carpet and now the cat o' nine tails was burning into the tender flesh of my ass

The muscular slave jerked me to a standing position. "Don't move a muscle or you'll get the ball crusher!"

The thin slave handed his master the buggy whip. It had a long tapering handle. Salvatore stood fifteen feet away from me and did a practice swing. He held his right hand directly upward and snapped the buggy whip. His arm barely moved. I closed my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth as I heard the sw … ish of the whip. Opening my eyes I saw a thin red line criss cross from my chest to my left leg. A moment later the searing pain ripped at my body as the buggy whip snaked through the air, seeking my tortured flesh. It seemed to go on for an eternity and finally Rizzo threw the buggy whip to the red carpet.

Sal's hairy arms roughly jerked me toward him and his thick tongue licked at the blood that criss crossed my chest and legs. "Go … oood … go … od!" he moaned.

His hairiness … the warmth of his tongue … the fire sparked deep in my guts … his huge hand smashed down on my pectoral muscles . . I began to scream in rapture. Over and over his powerful hands smashed at my b

I pressed my tongue through the matted black hair, pushing for his bunghole. Finally I pressed it deep into his funky rear end.

"Fuckin' great shit eater! God damn! Great!" I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into the raunchiness and then I was rimming the air as I felt two of his huge fingers pushing hard against my ass. "Hot fucker! Hot!"

Directly in my line of vision I saw Rip and Killer. I did a double take. The huge dildo on the stand was almost all the way up Rip's ass. Rip was whacking away at his meat, taking in the scene.

But what drove me up the wall with desire was Killer McKenna. He'd slipped out of his sweat pants. He stood buck naked beating wildly at his ten inches of uncut dick.

I was on my knees as Sal Rizzo jammed four fingers up my burning hot ass. I licked my lips, staring directly at Killer's gigantic dripping tool. I made a loud sucking sound … hoping … praying Killer would respond.

As Rizzo slowly worked his hand deep into my asshole I tried to imagine it was Killer's forearm. Rizzo motioned to Killer. "Shove that big dick of yours down his throat, Killer!" he velled.

I grunted as Rizzo's hand was in to the wrist. I spread my legs as wide as I could and pushed at Rizzo's hand. Then my heart jumped up into my throat. Killer was moving toward me, holding his monster dick, pointing it directly at my mouth. I went crazy with desire. My whole life was Killer's huge prick. The scarlet knob was dripping as Killer roughly grabbed my ears. After all these months I was going to get his red hot meat! I smelled the smegma clinging to his taut foreskin. I opened my mouth wide, panting wildly, waiting for Killer to jam it down my throat.

AGGGGGH RAGHAMMMMJKBLAM. . SHIT … IT . .

GOD … AL … MIGHTY … I … AGHHHHH … The blackness grabbed at my being and I dug my hands into the thick carpet, trying to hang on to reality, as the gym

The husky slave was on his knees catching the huge load that jetted out of Rizzo's fat dick.

"Up to the fuckin' elbow! Up to my fuckin' elbow!" Rizzo yelled triumphantly. "God damn!"

Now Killer's gigantic tool was an inch away from my mouth and still the bastard hadn't slammed it deep down my throat. He was whacking away crazily, eyes half closed, his lower body thrust forward, all his muscles tensed. His face contorted in rapture and he opened his mouth slightly as the thick cream shot out of his pisshole and splashed on my fore- head, my hair, my cheeks. I was bathed in Killer's come as I shot all over the red carpet. His cum continued to jet out of his dick in creamy gobs. Now it ran down my chin and onto my chest. It didn't look like he'd ever stop coming. Rizzo's fist up my ass was driving him crazy with passion.

Finally he stopped coming all over my face. Quickly I stuck out my tongue, attempting to lick off the remaining drool that oozed out of his huge pisshole. Killer jerked it away, a sadistic smile playing on his face. He held it in both hands, waving it at me. Slowly and deliberately he put on his sweat pants.

Now he moved toward me again. He grabbed the back of my head and jammed it hard against his sweat pants. I could feel the half hardness pressing from my chin to my forehead. "You want it down your throat, kid?" He smiled.

"More than anything in the world, sir!" "Win the fuckin' Mr. Bay Area contest and you can have this piece of meat all night, Georgie Porgie!" He roared with laughter and then he was gone.

I hardly noticed when Salvatore Rizzo pulled his arm out of my asshole except for an empty feeling and a slight cold draft. "Pack up!" Rizzo ordered his two bald headed slaves. Efficiently the husky slave pulled the monster dildo out of Rip's asshole. There was a puddle of come directly between Rip's legs on the red carpet. The two of us had a lot of cleaning to do that night.

Rizzo's slaves had packed the black foot locker in exactly one minute and they followed their hirsute master out of the gym.

A few minutes later Rip and I were soaping each other in the shower being very careful with our wounds. Sitting in front of our lockers, Rip lit two cigarettes, putting one in my mouth. "Kid?" His fingers played with his Catfish Hunter moustache nervously. "You know something?"

"Ah … I never been kissed by a guy … in my whole life!"

I leaned forward pressing my lips hard against his, finally sticking my tongue down his throat. I pulled away, looking at him. "What do you think, Rip?" "Again, please!" The golden boy of baseball smiled.

I kissed him again, putting some passion into it this time. "Hey, that ain't bad, you know?" His hand playfully slapped me on the ass. "Shit, man, how in hell did you take of the trunks.

"Rizzo could've shoved it in up to his shoulder," I said.

"All I wanted to do was suck Killer's cock!

Rip shook his head in amazement. "God damn, Georgie! You really love Killer, don't you?" to be continued …

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In Paris, the lifeless body of King Kong, sculpted in 42 feet of styrofoam, lies crushed at the foot of the Arc de Triomphe. In a Hollywood disco, a rock and roll band urges a crowd of frantic dancers to "Do the Kong." In Iowa, a little girl snuggles up to her favorite Christmas gift, a three-foot plush stuffed gorilla, which has replaced last year's stuffed shark in her heart.

In Northern California, a woman shares her home with a five-year-old real-life gorilla, who converses with her in human sign-language. And in the African jungle, a woman Ph.D. lives with the gorillas in their society, learning their language. What does it all mean, dear reader? I mean, what if my sister wants to marry one?!?

The spectacular success of Dino DeLaurentiis' King Kong remake has sparked a whole new generation into fantasies about apes as lovers. And most of this interest is, of course, centered on gorillas, for no other creature is so startlingly humanlike . The myth of ape / rape has been with us since the misty eons of time, surviving the centuries with very little change. But until recently, we have been totally ignorant of the natural behavior patterns of gorillas in the wild

White men didn't know the gorilla even existed until 1847, when the deep central jungles finally yielded to exploration and exploitation. Before photography, most people had no idea what a gorilla really looked like. Most artists' renderings of the time were sheer fantasy. And public zoos are basically a Twentieth Century phenomena. The first captured gorilla brought to the United States went on exhibition in 1911.

Meanwhile, countless legends grew up around this mysterious animal. The more accessible apes have all been popularly misunderstood as well. Baboons are portrayed as satyr-like rapists in Voltaire's 18th Century satire Candide. In the 19th Century, Edgar Allan Poe gave us an orangutan murderer in the Rue Morgue. And Cheetah the chimpanzee was always good for a laugh at the end of a Tarzan movie. But no ape has ever slipped so deeply into the international subconscious as the gorilla, the ape of apes, who was both father and mother to Tarzan and lover to Fay Wray and Jessica Lange.

The classic 1933 version of King Kong, a sensation in its day, saved RKO studios from bankruptcy and taught an entire generation that the Empire State Building is a phallic symbol. Its kinky, expressionistic images of doom are more nightmare than reality, and the wooden dialogue was laughable even by Thirties Hollywood stan-

dards. Yet the primitive gut-level concept of the Ape and the Blonde was powerful enough to bring the censor's scissors down on several scenes which were not restored to the U.S. version until 1968.

In later "authorized" film versions, Kong was carefully castrated. Song of Kong (1934)was the sweetest, eye-rollingest little feller you'd ever want to meet, definitely pre-puberty and post-Fay Wray. And Mighty Joe Young (1949) was gaa-gaa over Terry Moore, but she was a wholesome teenager who was more interested in her piano lessons. Kong was finally reduced to appearances in a series of Japanese films like King Kong vs. Godzilla (1963). These films are a lot of fun if you're into seeing Tokyo destroyed yet again, but a far cry from Beauty and the Beast on Skull Island.

Now, DeLaurentiis has finally given Kong back his balls. Despite the PG rating, the erotic overtones are clearer than ever. When Kong starts poking the ravishing Jessica Lange with that huge, huge finger, we know just what everybody in the theater is thinking, don't we? I mean, talk about unrequited love and impossible lust! And in this version, the blonde ain't screamin' much either. She wants it as bad as he does. I suspect that people leave the theater remembering the blow-dry scene more vividly than even the death of Kong.

Much of the heavy-breathing aspect of DeLaurentiis' film is due to the performance of Rick Baker, a young man who plays 95 percent of Kong's scenes in a gorilla suit. (Much was made of the 42-foot, two-million-dollar mechanical Kong, but he appears in very few scenes.) The animated miniatures used in the first three Kong films remain unsurpassed technically , but this time around it's in color and widescreen and it all looks real - not just Hollywood-dream real, but real real. Vast improvements in process "trick" photography, plus a new type of ape-suit (with a series of masks offering various remote-controlled facial expressions, each of them revealing Rick Baker's eyes with oversized brown contacts) give the new Kong, a truly humanoid quality that animation can never achieve. And this makes Kong all the more sympathetic and . well … sexy.

This realistic new Kong coincides with the arrival of several interesting new studies of gorilla behavior in the wild. Most of our past information was based on captured gorillas, who tend to grow despondent and die young. None were born in captivity until 1956. Zoo patrons were often shocked when the more neurotic apes masturbated or threw shit at them. But don't blame the gorilla. Try a few weeks in a cage and see what it does to you.

After living with the apes in their own territory in the jungles of central Africa, Jane Goodall and others have confirmed that gorillas are shy, friendly animals that seem to need companionship and attention. And though they are not as outgoing as the chimpanzees , they will not hurt a human unless seriously provoked. Kidnapping a gorilla, for example, is one sure way to make him sore

Although they are not inclined to learn tricks, gorillas are extremely intelligent (surpassed only by humans, dolphins and chimps). Recently several men and women homes, teaching them to use the kitchen and bathroom. The only real problem seems to be that they get too big (up to 450 pounds) and are not readily accepted in the world outside of their home. Gorillas' vocal chords cannot reproduce human speech, yet a woman in northern California has taught deaf-mute sign language to her five-year-old female, whose vocabulary currently exceeds 500 words. Lily Tomlin recently interviewed this gorilla on national television. The gorilla (whose equivalent human age would be about eight) felt threatened and told her "trainer" that she wanted Lily to leave because "I want to bite her."

All of these tidbits lead to the inevitable speculation about the sex lives of these very humanoid beings. I mean, we all know that King Kong's schlong would be too much for even the most dedicated size-queen, but what about all those ancient stories about women being abducted and raped by the normal six-foot kind? Such stories persist even today, among both natives and whites, and have become a favorite source of inspiration for pulp novels, popular illustrations , sleazy "B" movies, and, of course, the great Kong himself. Let's face it … the Victorians were so horrified by the implications of Darwin's theory of evolution that their

fantasy notions about apes got all twisted up with their "Mandingo" fantasies about black races. Son of Kong, in particular, is embarrassingly close to the Steppin Fechit stereotype, who avoids being threatening by being comical.

Well, wrong again, whitey! Recent studies show that Gorilla Lust is mostly wishful thinking on the part of us humans. For one thing, the average gorilla's cock is rather small in proportion to his body size. In the second place, we humans are about the only creatures on earth who demonstrate much real interest in having sex with partners outside our own species. Even if a gorilla wanted to rape a human female, it would have to be from behind, and she would have to be either (a) extremely cooperative, which isn't rape, or (b) extremely unconscious, which isn't any fun - even for a gorilla. (Necrophilia is also uniquely human.)

But inasmuch as King Kong has perpetuated the myth of ape / rape, the new version compensates for many of our previous misconceptions by giving us a Kong so fully developed as a personality that audiences are sitting in 1200 theaters all over the world, weeping at this very moment

And speaking of weeping, dear reader, let me conclude with the saddest true story I know … the story of Bushman the Second.

Bushman was captured in Africa and brought to the U.S., where he replaced the late Bushman the First as star attraction of Chicago's magnificent Brookfield Zoo. Every attempt was made to get Bushman to mate, and over the years a virtual harem of attractive gorilla-ladies passed through his lodgings in search of stud service. But no dice. Bushman wouldn't put out.

Bushman lived to a ripe old age for a cap- tive gorilla, but he never had the child that zoo officials had prayed for, Finally, in the mid-1960's, Bushman died. When a routine autopsy was performed, the vet noticed that Bushman had a very tiny penis indeed! Bushman was, in fact, a female gorilla! No one had ever noticed!

So if you think the end of King Kong is tragic, just think of poor Bushman (Bushper-son ?), horny and misunderstood, sitting in Chicago for years trying to figure out how to say "But I'm a girl" to the peanut-tossers.

If only someone had taught her sign language …

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ALABAMA

ANNISTON, M. Gemini, 42, 5'9", 185, White 6'9", Knowledgeable, Heavy bondage, No.

145 White 61 / 4". Knowledgeable, Shaved head Master seeks obedient slave for mild S&M, W / S, B&D, Limits respected, Must be cut. Age and size unimportant. No fems, drugs. Box 027

ALASKA

ANCHORAGE S. Capricorn. 25. 61". 230. White. Knowledgeable. Professional, understanding, respectful Master seeks well-built partner under 30. No fems. Box 052X.

ARIZONA

PHOENIX S. Virgo. 53, 6'2". 180. White. 7" Experienced. Willing and able to train slave over 35 for permanent relationship. Box 014Z. PHOENIX, S. Leo, 37, 6'2". 180. White. 8" Knowledgeable. Seeks masculine slave to 40. Should be imaginative, versatile. No blood, fats. Box 017Z. PHOENIX. M. Virgo. 33. 6'. 155. White. Nov- ice. Wants control and training from manly, re- spectful Master to 45. No heavy pain, fats, fems. Cut preferred. Box 231. spectful Master to 45, No heavy pain, rats, fems. Cut preferred. Box 23, 175. White. 9'. Knowledgeable. Good body and long endow-knowledgeable. Good body and long endow-knowledgeable. Good body and long endow-knowledgeable ing. Eager to present or fats. Box 315. SCOTTSDALE. SM. Libra. 38. 6'2'.

SCOTTSUALE. SM. Libra. 38. 6'2": 175. White. 6". Knowledgeable. Sincere and im-sajinative in either role and demands the same from partners. Takes SM. &BD seriously. No fems, lats, over 45. Box 152. TSSON. SM. Cancer. 5'1 175

ARKANSAS

FORT SMITH. S. Leo. 29, 5'9's". 130. White. 8". Knowledgeable, Sensible, selfish, arrogant S. wants true M. experienced and sensuous. Must be small and cut. No fems, role-switchers, parasites, permanent relationships. Box 135.

CALIFORNIA ferably Oriental, to develop S&M and bondage roles. Limits respected and expanded with imagination and affection. Photo and details assure prompt reply with same. Box 300X. BTGGS. M. Cancer. 30, 6: 185. White 6½*. Knowledg

BURBANK M. Cancer. 35. 5'8". 158. White. 7" cut. Knowledgeable. Good-looking, masculine and muscular. Has workroom. Seeks. hunky, hairy and hung maginative Master. 25-45. Into bondage and fantasy trips. Box 250.

CAMARILLO, MS. Aquarius, 51, 5'11", 171, White Knowledgeable Masculine, prefers slave role and needs punishment from partner over 35. Wallows in dirty sex but has limited tolerance for pain. Box 254S.

CARLSBAD, M. Leo. 43, 5'9%", 175, White, 7%", Knowledgeable, Seeks person 35 to 50 who is experienced, enthusiastic, discreet and respects limits. Box 225.

CLOVIS. SM. Capricorn, 38, 6'2", 190, White 8". Completely inexperienced. Seeks well- developed, masculine slave to 50 with some body hair. No dirt, drugs, heavy drinkers. body han

CORONA. M. Virgo. 42. 6', 185. White, 6%"

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GLENDALE, S. Capricorn. 32, 5'6", 145, White. 6'2", Knowledgesble. Intelligent and experienced to satisfy young blond partner with little or no body hair. No fats. Box 153M.

165. White, 7½". Knowledgeable, Complete Bondage Slave for complete Bondage Master, Box 051H. HAWAIIAN GARDENS, M. Pisces, 37, 5'10%"

HOLLYWOOD., S. Sagittarius, 30, 5'10", 150. White: 7". Old hand, Dominant, goodlooking White. White /* Old hand, Dominant, goodlooking dude digs husky, muscular, well-endowed partners to 39. Should be tall, dark-haired, white. Smooth chest preferred Box 017J, HOLLYWOOD, MS. Gemini, 38. 6*, 165.

White, 7". Novice, Blond, hot body, tight ass, extreme muscle control. Wants goodlooking man into role-switching who knows what he wants and how to get it! No fems, fats. Box 017Q

HOLLYWOOD.* M. Scorpio. 43, 5'10". 147 White, 6%". Knowledgeable, Handsome, willing to try out anything with discreet, masculine, trustworthy partner to 45. Tattoos a turn-on; fats, fems, scat, personal dirtiness are turn- offs. Box 017S.

HOLLYWOOD, S. Libra, 42, 6'1", 185, White, 7" Experienced to turn you on. Seeks husky, youngish slave to train completely. No heavy pain, a little love. No fems, Be humble, Box 071X.

HOLLYWOOD: S. Cancer. 32. 5'11". 170, White. 9". Old hand. S&M film superstar wants to dominate ultra masculine partner 30 to 50. No fems, fats. Box 185P.

HOLLYWOOD, M. Pisces, 40, 5'6", 130, White, 5%". Novice. Will give his all to Master who respects limits. No scat, shaving. Box 227.

HOLLYWOOD. M. Scorpio, 41, 5'10'', 165, White, 6''. Knowledgeable, Educated, hairy-chested, virile-appearing slave with strong good longs seeks to serve totally a 6' or over white leather Master to 50 with a good head, fir

IRVINE. SM. Cancer. 34. 6'3". 180. White. 9". Knowledgeable. Dominates with warmth, respect, affection; seeks same. Likes return affairs with white partner to 40. No blood, bruises, sever pain. Box 186P.

LONG BEACH, M. Virgo, 29, 5'10". 150. White, 8". Old hand, Hot and ready to serve totally experienced, good-looking muscular Master to 35 into heavy action, No shit, shaving fems, fats. Box 078.

LONG BEACH, M. Capricorn, 24, 6'7" 195 White, 6%". Knowledgeable, Prefers butch or non-gay appearing partners who will respect and expand limits. Box 125K.

LOS ANGELES. S. Virgo. 34. 6'1". 168. White. 11". Knowledgeable. Intelligent, imaginative, hunky. Master seeks virile, well-endowed part- ners to 50 into leather, drugs, music, FF. No Orientals, redheads. Box 430.

LOS ANGELES, MS. Aquarius, 27, 6'1½", 160, White, 5½", Novice, Sensitive college student wants to expand limits in long-term relationship with intelligent, caring Master who drinks. Box 017W.

LOS ANGELES, S. Aries, 38, 5'6", 135, White, 6". Old hand. Seeks masculine, submissive M under 40. No scat, fats, mutilation, Box 018.

LOS ANGELES, MS. Aries, 42, 6'1", 180 White, 6%". Novice with strong desire to learn. Prefers masculine bodybuilder type with large cock. Box 050S.

LOS ANGELES. S. Aries. 41. 5'10½". 147. White. 7". Novice. Seeks M to 50 into ass-slapping, heavy tit work. No fems, drunks, heavy drugs. Box 087. LOS ANGELES. S. Libra. 22. 5'10". 145.

White, 7". Novice Stable and responsible. Demands and will reward respect and obedience from submissive, smooth, cut white male, 18 to 25. Box 130Y.

OS ANGELES. S. Libra. 40. 5'10". 155 White. 6". Knowledgeable. Attractive, imagin- ative Stud is good top man for obedient, unin- auter Studi is goods top iman for obedient, unin- hibited partner. No heavy drugs, drunks, terms, fats, Loves sext Box 133.

Oriental, 45". Knowledgeable, Good, obedient allowe seeks genie, white Master to 45. Box 165. ANG bodies, moustaches real turn-ons. Box 181. LOS ANGELES. M. Virgo. 49, 5'10's'', 145

White. 6" Knowledgeable, imaginative and obedient, 8ox 182.

LOS+ ANGELES. MS. Leo. 42, 6'1". 165. White. 6". Novice, Willing and eager to learn complete submission, to suffer or cause suffering within limits with reliable partner to 45 No mutilation, physical handicapped. Box 208.

LOS ANGELES. SM. Taurus. 30. 5'11". 155. White. 73" Knowledgeable. Heavy action man with right partner who is sure of himself and knows what he wants, what he likes and what the scene will be 80x 30". 41". 51". St. White.

LOS ANGELES. M. Sagittarius. Moon in Scorpio 34. 6'3'. 180. White. 7''. Knowledge able. Seeks experienced Masters who are into bondage and can meet the challenge of a big man, Box 1852.

LOS ANGELES. M. Pisces. 35, 5'7". 145, White. 7". Novice. Wants to be totally possessed and dominated by aggressive, well-hung 5 to 40. Greek passive, French active. Into B&D, groups, dirty talk. No drugs, W / S, FF, pain, f

LOS ANGELES. SM. Virgo. 41. 6: 230. White. Completely inexperienced. Will try anything that does not cause bodily injury or excessive pain. Partner should enjoy intimate contact, stimulating discussions, bike riding. Must

Must be clean, to 45. Box 308F.

LOS ANGELES. M. Cancer, 34. 6'. 170. White. 78''. Knowledgeable. Good headman will follow orders of experienced Master to 40, No follow orders of experienced Master to 40, No MANHATTAN. BEA blacks, blahs. Box 023T.

NEWPORT+BEACH, M. Sagittarius, 31, 5'4" 138. White, 6%", Novice, Butch, muscular 138. White. 65". Novice. Butch, muscular, good-looking, responsive to others' needs and desires. Wants man-to-man relationship with warm, affectionate, dominant partner to 45. Should be well-built, respectful of limits. No

NORTH HOLLYWOOD. M. Aries. 33. 5'6". 135. White. 5%". Knowledgeable. Honest, totally obedient and faithful to macho Master into bikes, camping, outdoors. No fats, fems, page 45. Rev 020. over 45. Box 030.

NORTH HOLLYWOOD, M. Virgo, 48, 5'8" 145. White, 6". Knowledgeable, Seeks face- sitters, any race, 18 to 58, but not fats, Like to rim and worship ass and to be mouthfucked. likes humiliation, bondage, being used. Box 060H.

NORTH HOLLYWOOD, S. Virgo, 38, 6°, 155, White, 6%". Knowledgeable, Will respect limits of partner to 35, Mexican, Asian preferred, No fats, phonies, redheads, over 6°, Box 188.

NORTH HOLLYWOOD, M. Virgo, 34, 5'9". 135. White, 6". Novice. Boot-lover has sincere desire to satisfy compatible partner into W / S. No fems, drugs, phonies. Box 188R.

OAKLAND, S. Libra, 40, 5'10", 170, White, 6%". Knowledgeable. Experienced, discreet, masculine, good-looking dude, well equipped with toys, seeks slim, submissive partner to 30. Should be clean shaven, clean cut. Box

50: Should be clean shaven, clean cut. Box 052G. OAKVIEW, SM. Capricorn. 44. 6'3". 225. White. 6'4". Novice. Virile and versatile, wishes to enjoy sex to the highest possible degree with muscular, mature partner 30.50. No drugs, skinnies. Box 170. PALM SPRINGS. M. Leo. 50, 5'10's", 170. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Excellent at "personal service." No drunks, hard drugs, ripoffs. Box 3182.

PALO ALTO, MS. Scorpio, 38, 6', 150, White, 7". Novice, Masculine, muscular, bald, Seeks partner 45 or under for W / S, tit work, bondage and mirrors. Afternoons preferred. No fems, fats, drunks, Box 050P.

Fats, drunks, Box 050P.

White, 7" knowledgeable. Uninhibited, obedient. Into anal action and W / S. No fems, fats, boozers. Will travel, Box 206.

Will travel. Box 206. PASADENA. S. Taurus. 29. 5'11". 180. White. 8" Knowledgeable. Tatlooed biker wants M 8" Knowledgeable. Tatlooed biker wants M 18" Knowledgeable. Tatlooed biker wants M 18" Knowledgeable. Tatlooed bike

Grugs or cigarette smokers. Box 104. SAGRAMENTO. MS. Cancer. 39. 611". 225. White. 6½". Knowledgeable. Prolonged bondage and training. Box 2964. SAM DIEGO. SN. Virgo. 28. 577". 155. SAM DIEGO. SN. Virgo. 28. 577". 155. drunks, heavy drugs. Box 020.

SAN DIEGO. M. Leo. 38. 6'3". 190. White. 7%". Knowledgeable. Enjoys bondage, being used, Partner should be near area and respect limits Box 050K 190. White.

SAN DIEGO, M. Aries, 43, 5'10\%", 1 Novice, Bondage, No drugs, Box 340.

SAN FERNANDO. M. Cancer. 37, 5'11" 185. White, 6". Completely inexperienced. Chains, tattoos, grease. Box 201. SAN FRANCISCO. SM. Taurus. 28. 6' 160.

White, 6%". Novice. Attractive stud seeks understanding partner to 40. Prefers someone to learn with or someown who will teach well. No fats, ego trips, fems. Box 180S.

SAN FRANCISCO. S. Taurus. 36, 5'10". 165. White. 6". Knowledgeable. Riding breeches feitsihist seeks same to 35. Fetish most important. No fems, women's clothing. Box 205P

SAN FRANCISCO. S. Leo. 36. 5'8". 130. White. 8". Knowledgeable. Will totally control intelligent, masculine partner to 40 into all areas of sex. No fems, fats, drunks. Cut preferred. Box 229M.

SAN FRANCISCO. S. ARies. 32. 5'6%". 148. White. 6%". Old hand. Fair but dominant Master seeks obedient, trustworthy slave ready to serve completely without question, No crybabies, pretend slaves, drugs. Box 290T.

SAN FRANCISCO. M. Virgo. 40. 5'10". 200. White. 9". Knowledgeable. Enjoys being spanked with hand or strap by masculine men over 50. The older the better. No physical filth. Box 294V75

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SAN FRANCISCO S. Gemini. 31. 6'2". 195. White. 7". Novice. Offers physical, mental dominance to passive, masculine-appearing partner to 45. Must be cut. No fems, hippies,\nunemployed. Box 299. unemployed. Box 299.

SAM FRANCISCO. M. Cancer. 40. 5'11". 170.

White. 7". Knowledgeable. The ultimate slave: skin, Will do anything in predict this and foreskin , Will do anything in Predict Measer. Bleeded preferred.

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White. 6". Knowledgeable. Sadistic scenes in tight black leather gear. Into motorcycle leather crotches (Codpiece pants / leather breeches / high boots / hoods / gloves), BMW motorcycle rider. Partner should be into bondage, ritual, leather fetish. No fats, fems. Also wants other Ss for stands denses in dungeon cockpit. Box 1847.

SAN FRANCISCO, M. Piscos, 30, 5*10", 150.

White, 8", Novice, Macho appearing, appreciative submissive with small hairy ass and tattoos wants hunky, masculine, hairy partner to Box 318C.

SANTA ANA. S. Leo. 38. 6'2". 185. White. 6". Novice. Considerate, straight-appearing. Seeks goodlooking, passive partner to 45. No fems, fats, blacks, Box 168M.

SANTA ANA.* SM. Cancer. 29. 5'8". 130. White. 6'%". Knowledgeable. Adaptable to most scenes, respectful of M's limits. Seeks masculine , respectful partner to 35 who will switch roles. Possible permanent relationship. No fems, fats, balds, redheads. Box 380.

SANTA MONICA*SM. Cancer. 56, 5'11". 180. White. 6". Experienced hand at 50-50 role-wide statement of the same statement of the same statement of two similar for housemates and three-ways, not over 6" or under 5'9". Must ha No tobacco or heavy drinking, Box 284. SHERMAN OAKS, SM, Libra, 35, 5'6", 130.

White, 7". Novice, Seeks knowledgeable, under- standing partner under 50 who respects limits. No fats, Box 181T.

STUDIO CITY, MS. Scorpio. 32, 5'7%", 160. White, 5%" Knowledgeable, Seeks understand-

SUNNYVALE, MS. Virgo, 30, 6', 180, White, 8". Novice, Imaginative, masculine, intelligent, affectionate, Seeks considerate, understanding, imaginative, firm, military-oriented partner over 30. No W / S, scat, heavy drugs, permanent injury, Box 085.

TARZANA, M. Pisces, 39, 5'9%", 169, White Knowledgeable. Enjoys C&B action, manhandling , catheterization, etc. from responsible, confident partner. No role-switching. Box

132M. WEST HOLLYWOOD, S. Aquarius, 21, 5'11" 144 White, 61 / 2". Knowledgeable, Seeks re- liable, stable, masculine partner to late 40s. No lovers, role-switching, redheads. Box 294V8.

WEST LOS ANGELES, SM. Scorpio, 28, 6'2" 190. White. 6%". Novice. Adventurous, strong, achievement-oriented, seeking understanding, discreet, affectionate partner to 40. Beards, dark hair, muscles a turn-on. Caucasian only, no fats. Box 310.

COLORADO

ASPEN. *S. Pisces, 26, 5'11", 150, White, 6". Handsome, well-built intelligent S seeks muscu- lar, mature M for spread-eagled bondage and assault. Looks unimportant; musculature and stamina are. Will consider relocating, particularly to Hawaii. No role-switching, slobs or weaklings . Box 318R.

DENVER. M. Libra. 30, 5'9\", 195. White. 7". Novice. Seeks totally dominant Master to please and serve. Prefers non-smoker, light drinker, no drugs. Box 254. DENVER. M. Aquarius. 24. 5'8". 150. White.

55". Knowledgeable, Sincere leather lover diga police scene. Wants to get into prolonged total bondage, dog and tollet training. Willing to experiment and correspond. Box 110. DENVER. MS, Scorpio, 28, 6'3", 195. White.

6". Completely inexperienced, Prefers partner to 28 for mutual fulfillment of fantasies with whom to learn or who will teach well, respecting limits. Also wants to correspond with / meet others into wrestling movies, etc. Travels some. Box 150F.

IDAHO SPRINGS,* MS. Libra. 43, 5'9". 147, White. 7½". Knowledgeable. Masculine, well-built construction man will do anything to satisfy a Master, knows and respects limits but will experiment. Has fantasy-trip location and equipment for sessions with masculine, sincere, heavy-hung guy to 45. Prefers rugged, outdoors type and will consider permanent relationship. No fems, fats, hustler, dopers. Box 213.

CONNECTICUT

GREENWICH, S. Cancer, 46, 5'11", 160, 6". Knowledgeable, Has fine leather toys. Seeks butch, sincere partner who knows how to serve. No fats, fems, phonies. Box 051E. serve: "volats, tents, priorities, box of E. HARTFORD'SM. Libra. 29. 5°8". 160. White. 6°. Knowledgeable. Realizes potential for heightened, prolonged sensitions, wants to give and receive gratification with sensible, non-

LEBANON. MS. Sagittarius. 36. 6'1". 190. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Imaginative, muscular , attractive, heavily into bondage and most scenes. Seeks Master or slave to 45 with good body. Box 300.

STIC. S. Aries, 50s. 5'10", 175. White. Old hand. Experienced top man will train MYSTIC. 8". sexually uninhibited, honest partner to 50. No drugs, phonies, dullards, fats, fems. Box

NEW HAVEN, MS, Gemini, 23, 5'11", 145. White, 6". Novice, Has sincere desire to learn both roles from knowledgeable partner to 35.

No drugs, freaks, redheads, Box 1680. NEW LONDON AREA. S. Aries. 50. 5'11". 180. White. 8". Experienced leather Master available. Top man. Most willing to go into genitorture or whatever. Limits respected and expended. Goo assured, Box 329.

PUTNAM, MS. Libra. 29, 5'8", 235, White. Inexperienced. Clean and experimental, seeking

Inexperienced. Clean and experimental, seeking introduction to Instheracy, Kondage from sent introduction to Instheracy, Kondage from sent WASHINGTON, SM. Sagittarius. 33. 5".". 130. White. 10". Knowledgesble, Very Interes partner, 49 to 90 preferred. No terms, tats, long hair, body odor, Box 0840; WASHINGTON. MS. Libra. 30, 5'10". 168. White. 6'%'. Novice. Adaptable in either role to the desires or demands of understanding partner to 45. La

VASHINGTON. MS. Capricorn. 39. 6'1".

170. White. 6'k". Novice. Extremely hunky, intelligent number enjoys pleasuring dominant, masculine partners to 45, preferably no one-night stands. No fems, fats, stupidity. Box 290L.

FLORIDA please, Box 360.

COCONUT GROVE. S. Libra. 28. 5'11". 140. White 9". Knowledgeable, Highly sexed, well- built, educated Master will guarantee satisfy- ing sessions and respect limits of clean, healthy, seed-linking partner to 45. Should have good-looking partner to 45. Should have sophisticated equipment. No fems, fats, loose asses. Box 1522.

FT. LAUDERDALE. M. Aquarius. 28. 5'10". 135. White. 7". Novice. Wants control and training from manly, respectful Master to 40 with imagination. No fats, fems. Box 124.

FT. LAUDERDALE. MS. Leo. 32, 5'9'. 160. White bodybuilder—31" waist, 43" chest, 17" arms-seeks same or natural builds. No fats or fems. Eager to find those into giving scat and W / S only. L / L. Box 249.

FT. LAUDERDALE, S. Libra, 28, 5'5", 130, White. 8". Knowledgeable. Masculine, well- built, attractive stud respects limits of young, well-hung, masculine partner. Will switch roles for right person. No fats, fems, filth. Box 204 / 80. 294V50

FT. LAUDERDALE. M. Pisces, 43, 6'2", 160. White. 6", Novice. Will obey and completely serve dominant, masculine disciplinarian to 45. Beards, tattoos a plus. No scat. FF. Box 346

LAUDERDALE, SM. Cancer 31 5'11" FT. LAUDERDALE. SM. Cancer. 31, 5'11". 140. White. 7". Knowledgesble. Great top man will satisfy levi-cowboy type over 25. Will wavitch roles with right partner. No fats, game-playing. Uncut preferred. Box 065. GAINESVILLE broaden and deepen experiences with like partner to 45. No drunks, fats, curiosity-

HIALEAH. SM. Pisces. 32. 5'8'. 168. White. 6'. Knowledgeable. Experienced in both roles 6'. Knowledgeable. Experienced promits. the / state / of [×5+] Box 136.

BOX 136. HOLLYWOOD, M. Libra. 24. 5'11". 155. White. 7½". Into B&D, W / S. Would like good- looking butch Master under 35 for discipline, training, permanent relationship. No fats, blacks, fems, hardcore S&M. Box 369.

JACKSONVILLE, SM. Libra. 26. 5'11". 155. White. 6". Novice. Attractive, masculine, highly winte. 5 . Novice. Attractive, masculine, nignity sexed dude wishes to expand experiences with tolerant partner to 45 respectful of limits. No fems, fats, ago trippers. Box 051A, JACKSONVILLE. S. Sagittarius. 46. 6'. 150. foot fetishist. No fats, gross personalities. Slender, sexy feet a plus. Box 159. LAKE WORTH. SM. Pisces, 36. 6'1". 175.

White, 8". Old hand. Can endure much in either role and wants no-nonsense partner who knows what he is doing. Into heavy S&M, regular sex.

No fems, amateurs. Box 1251. MIAMI. SM, Scorpio. 35, 5'9½". Knowledge- able. Heavy oral orientation and exhibition- ism desired. Box 047. ism desired. Box 047. MIAMI, M. Aries, 48, 5'9%", 155. White, 8%". Knowledgeable, Will submit to and serve rugged, masculine partner to 50. Funky, hairy, sweaty a turn-on. Blacks, straights preferred but seeary. No fems. Box 059.

MIAMI. MS. Leo. 39. 5*11". 170. White. 6½".

Knowledgeable. Will serve hunky, bearded Master to 40 who respects limits and can give love, dominance. Should be lean, well-andowed, masculine biker. of limits. Reliable, trustworthy. No fats, fems, hard drugs. Box 199.

ST. PETERSBURG BEACH, M. Taurus, 42, 6', 222. White. 6". Novice. Passive with high pain threshold. Will serve a knowledgeable Master who respects limits. No heavy booze, drugs. Must be clean. Box 062L.

GEORGIA

ATLANTA. S. Capricorn. 38, 6'4", 175, White. 8", Old hand. Experienced to teach young man to 25 who is butch in appearance and wants training from partner understanding of limits. Box 009D

BOX 009D. ATLANTA. SM. Leo. 40. 5'8", 135. White. 7". Novice. Sensitive to partner's needs, body signals, limitations. Seeks partner 30 to 55 able to entertain. Travels frequently to California , Texas, Florida, major Eastern cities. No fats, drunks. Box 052R. LITHONIA. M. Cancer. 48. 5'11''. 153. White.

Knowledgeable. Seeks young, willing part- ner of medium height. No fats. Box 220P.

HAWAII

HONOLULU. M. Aries. 41. 5'10%".154.White. 7". Knowledgeable. Needs strong, well-built Master to enforce slavery. Racks a special fantasy. No fats, drunks, drugs. Box 017P.

ILLINOIS

ALTON. S. Capricorn. 35. 6'. 170, White. Knowledgeable. Versatile, muscular, hunky Stud seeks partner to 35. Should be clean- cut, no fats, Box 159M.

CHICAGO, SM. Gemini, 23, 5'11", 150, White. 7". Knowledgeable. Enjoys giving and receiving rough sex with clean-cut, straight-appearing pertners to 40. Should have good body, be well-endowed . No ferns, fats, redheads. Box 314M.

CHICAGO. M. Capricorn, 47, 5'6". 160. White. 6". Knowledgeable. True M into heavy B&D has high pain tolerance. Seeks knowledgeable, masculine partner to 40 who knows what he's doing. No role-switching, fats, Box 342.

CHICAGO, MS. Cancer, 31, 6', 162, White. 6". Completely inexperienced. Intelligent, respects limits, will do anything with / for intelligent, understanding partner to 50. No selfish, uncaring, unfeeling. Box 010.

CHICAGO. M. Cancer. 39, 5'11", 185, White. Knowledgeable. Seeks bodybuilder type up to 45 able to totally dominate. Must be masculine, clean, straight in appearance. Box 052Z1.

CHICAGO, M. Taurus, 34, 5°10%", 195. White, 7%". Knowledgeable. Wishes to meet Master who likes to be served, knows how to get service. Past training allows for thoroughly experienced M in all facets except seat. Groups ca 070Y.

CHICAGO.*MS. Gemini. 25, 6'1", 180. White. 7%". Knowledgeable. Weightlifter with an understanding and tolerance for pain seeks athletic , well-built, hairy partner to 40. Should be into bondage and rough sex but know when to stop. No fems, fats, drunks, cigarette smokers. Box 180X.

CHICAGO. SM. Scorpio. 38. 5'11". 175. White. 8". Knowledgeable. Adaptable, experimental. Partner must be interested in mutual pleasure. Big balls, hairy chests a plus. 1815

Box 1815. CHICAGO. M. Aries. 29. 5'10". 175. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Enthusiastic and willing to try almost anything with levelheaded partner in good physical condition. No fems, fats. Box 1862.

CHICAGO. SM. Sagittarius 30, 5'11", 160. White, 7½". Knowledgeable, Will switch roles for right partner to 40. Should be above average in looks, build, endowment. Must be clean, respectful, discreet, willing to switch. Box 228A.

228A. CHICAGO. S. Cancer. 32. 5'11" 160. White. 65". K. Knowledgeable, Experienced Master with gentle style suitable for training novices as well as expanding limits of experienced slaves into bondage, S&M. Must be clean,

6%", Knowledgeable. Loves playing both roles with compatible, discreet partner who enjoys 6%" with compatible, discret partner who enjoys giving and receiving. No hustlers, trouble-makers, dirty types, Box 294X. LANSING. M. Taurus. 32, 510°, 155. White, B°. Knowledgeable. Into leathersex with masculine partner over discreet partner, Box 142, McHENRY, M. Scorpio, 23, 5'8", 150, White, 6'4". Novice, Nice tight hot ass, good muscle 69%. Novice. Nice tight not ass, good imascie control. Needs to please, worship, service, satisfy, submit to highly sexed, heavyset, husky, rough I_L / L Master to 40. Bulging belly O.K. C&B, tit torture. Big chest, muscles, 170

SPRINGFIELD. MS. Aries, 51, 5'8" White, 51, "Knowledgeable, Wants to to meet White, 5%". Knowledgeable, Wants to meet muscular hairy men for bondage, 30-50 preferred Box 335.

WHEATON, M. Scorpio, 35, 5'10", 135, White, 8". Novice. Training and reducing to better serve and please you, Sirl Box 160.

INDIANA

FORT WAYNE S. Taurus. 37, 5'11", 157. White, 7'4". Old hand, Masculine, dominant, levelheaded, athletic guy with experience in a statistic guy with experience in a statistic guy with experience in a statistic asset grip we variety of activities seeks trim, well-propor- tioned, emotionally stable partner to 40 with reasonable endurance for pain. No fems, fats, heavy drugs. Box 369P.

INDIANAPOLIS, S. Libra, 35, 6', 150, White, 17', Old hand, Very demanding but considerate Master heavy into S&M, bondage, humiliation with mature, dependable true slave to 45, No chickens, beginners or those unable to foll complete domination. Box 132F. INDIANAPOLIS AREA, M. Aquarius, 43, 6'. 170. White, 7'', Knowledgeable, Imaginative, responsive and discreet. Into leather bondage scene, groups a turn-on. No fats, fems. Cor- scene, groups of united. No lats, tens. Correspondence invited, exchange photos and experiences. Box 150M. INDIANAPOLIS, SM. Taurus. 33. 5'6", 160. White. 5½". Knowledgeable. Sincere, honest, interested in possible long-te

INDIANAPOLIS. S. Virgo. 45. 6'3". 190. White. 6'3". Novice. Firm, understanding Master seeks clean, discreet, masculine partner anywhere in U.S. Must be under 35. Blond. uncut preferred, Box 180Q.

KENTHICKY

COVINGTON, S. Virgo, 35, 6'4", 190, White, 7'y". Old hand, Well-built stud into hot, sweaty pain trips, oil. Well-built, white only to 45. Box 153H

7". Knowledgeable, understanding, Partner must be experienced, smaller, straight appearing, educated, discreet, without conscience conflict in these and related matters, over 25. No fems, fats, dopers, suicides. Box 258.

LOUISIANA

BATON ROUGE, S. Leo. 28, 5'10", 170. White, 8". Knowledgeable, Good top man en- joys satisfying slave's real desires, Must be at least 8", masculine, Box 047W.

NEW ORLEANS, M. Scorpio, 32, 5'7" 140. White. 8%". Novice. Pleasant, intelligent, self-confident, sensual, REAL man, a stallion to be tamed by domineering, proud, masculine partner to 40. Should have good body, intelligence, endurance, large endowment. Box 162. White.

NEW ORLEANS: SM. Virgo, 21, 5'11", 145. White 8%" Completely inexperienced Sexy dude wants to learn light S&M from well-en- dowed partner to 38. No blacks, Orientals, redheads , Box 241V

NEW ORLEANS, S. Gemini, 42, 6'1", 195, White, 6", Knowledgeable, Total respect and obedience demanded, Box 305.

MARYLAND

ADELPHI / HYATTSVILLE, M. Aquarius, 40, 6'6", 235, Black, 10", Novice, Bodybuilder seeks knowledgeable bodybuilder Master who 6'6" respects limits and will train. Under 45, white preferred. Must have sincere understanding of Leathersex, S&M. Box 227L. HYATTSVILLE. M. Cancer. 49, 172. White.

8". Knowledgeable. Good cocksucker for clean cut white partner who can take it easy. Must be sober and discreet. Box 125L.

LANHAM, SM. Sagittarius, 36, 5'9", 180, White, 6'4", Knowledgeable, Sever Master will strain to but not beyond limits. Has unusual endurance in M role. Seeks partner to 40 willing to work toward increasing mutual endurance . No psychological S&M, fats. Box 016. SILVER SPRINGS. MS. Taurus. 50. 5'5". 170. White 7%" Completely inexperienced. Likes hard but gentle sex with partner into Greek. Partner should be well-endowed and know how to use what he's got. No drunks,

MASSACHUSETTS

BOSTON.*M Capricorn. 21. 5'10" 140. Chi- nese. 5". Knowledgeable. Obedient, willing to learn. French active, Greek passive. Will wear restraints, harnesses, clamps, etc. Seeks know- ledgeable, dominant, understanding partner with own living quarters and equipment. L / L scene, white a plus. No fems, heavy S&M. Box 052F3

BOSTON. S. Gemini. 31, 6'2". 155. White. 8". Knowledgeable. Seeks fully submissive M to 35 willing to give himself over to natural, stratying, highly seed S. Must have good ass and know how to use it. No incolverents: Box

153A. BOSTON, S. Aries, 42, 5'10", 150, White, 6" Knowledgeable. Seeks partner over 18 for strict discipline and prolonged bondage. Same size or smaller, smooth body. Must submit to pubic shaving and being owned. WASPS especially welcome, discretion assured, long-term relation- selecting, tiscretion assured, long-term relation- ship possible. Box 253.

BOSTON. SM. Scorpio. 47. 6'. 170. White. 74". Knowledgeable, Hunky, experienced, im- aginative stud seeks partner to 50 into W / S. B&D. preferably equipment, Box 067. CHICOPEE, SM. Aquarius, 37. 6'2". 180. White, 6", Knowledgeable, Has strong desire to dominate well-endowed partner in 30s or 40s. Light to moderate senes only, to heavy stuff, Box (SED. Section 1997).

LEUWINSTEH, MS. Pisces, 38. 59%, 180. White, 8°, Completely inexperienced but imaginative. Understanding, into bondage. Seeks clean, intelligent partner. 80x 185M, MILLBURY, M. Virgo, 27, 5°9′, 180, White, Grand Complete, graphically convenient. No fems, heavy maso- chism. Box 005.

8". Old hand, Tattooed cock, Pubic hair re- moved, No drugs, Box 280.

WORCESTER* S. Libra. 36, 6'1", 190, White, 10"+. Knowledgeable. Firm Master demands experienced slave under 35 to satisfy every need. Moderate to heavy pain tolerance and masculinity a must. Box 286.

MICHIGAN

ANN ARBOR. M. Aries. 23. 5'8". 130. Black. 6'8". Novice. Enthusiastic, imaginative, willing to learn from cool, confident, open-minded well-endowed partners to 45. White preferred. No fats, violence. Box 304N.

BAY CITY. M

6". Completely inexperienced, Requires training by experienced S under 35, Box 045. BERKLEY, S. Virgo, 33, 5'6", 135, White, 8\%". Knowledgeable. Firm Master demands obedient experimental Slave. No balds, fats, dominants, Box 052D.

DETROIT, SM. Libra. 26, 5'10", 160, White. 8", Knowledgeable, Professional man respects limits of psychologically sound partner is knows what he wants. Should be 25 to 40. well-built. No fem, insensitive persons, Box 154M

DETROIT, SM. Scorpio, 34, 5'10", 155, White Cut. Reasonable Master with 6% house; bondage, S&M a must. Box 340B.

FLINT, SM Aquarius, 34, 6', 230. White, 6%". Completely inexperienced, Discreet, will respect limits of compatible partner. Black preferred. No drugs, drunks, Box 051GS.

JACKSON, MS. Pisces, 39, 5'3", 135, White. Old hand. Cigarette smoker preferred. Box 209.

LIVONIA. M. Virgo. 58. 5'10". 185. White. 6". Old hand. Compulsive masochist has been fully trained as animal slave to serve Master who will horeswhip him as work animal. Must masculine. No public humiliation, full ther dress, excessive material demands. be leather Box 348.

MARQUETTE. MS. Aries, 25. 6'1". 168. White. 7". Completely inexperienced, Virgin ass. Will obey good teacher who is a real man and straight in appearance. No fems, drugs. Box 188F.

MIDLAND. S. Taurus. 25. 6'. 185. White. 6's" Knowledgeable. Young, aggressive, versatile, will try anything at least once with butch M to 45. Moustache, beard, heiry belly turnons. Into cock, ball, ass work. No ferns, fast

Box 261.

MINNESOTA

HASTINGS*SM. Gemini 42 6'1" 155 White 7½". Knowledgeable. Seeks average to well- endowed partner to 50 into thongs, masks thongs, masks, restraints, light bondage. Box 219.

MANKATO, M. Aquarius, 37, 6', 190, White. Novice. Seeks imaginative interrogator in Minneapolis-St. Paul area willing to experi- ment with old and new methods to extract information. Digs genital toys. High pain threshold, Box 066.

NEW PRAGUE, SM. Pisces, 40, 5' 11", 200. White, 7". Completely inexperienced. Wants to learn from and seek new pleasures with muscu- lar, clean-cut, powerful yet gentle Master to lar, clean-cut, powerful yet genue masser 40. No hippie or dirty types, heavy drinkers or drug users. Box 450. ST. PAUL. M. Sagittarius. 39, 6'1''' 165. White.

6". Novice. Eager and willing to please firm, experienced, discreet, understanding Master to who will respect limits. No fems, role- 45 switching Box 298, ST. PAUL. S. Cancer. 49, 5'11", 180, White. 5%". Novice, Seeks cut partner with little 5%". Novice, Seeks cut partner with little or no body hair, large balls or only one ball, good ass. Box 373.

MISSOURI

COLUMBIA, SM. Gemini, 25, 5'11", 165, White, 5%", Novice, Leather / bondage enthusiast seeks straight-appearing partner who is discreet, will switch roles. Bikers, uniforms a plus. Wants contacts in Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri. No fems, beards, blatants. Box 051M.

KANSAS CITY. S. Aries, 36, 5'11" 190, White, 8". Knowledgeable, Intelligent, imaginative. Seeks candidates interested in a total involvement who are truly submissive and enjoy pain, humiliation, discipline. Travels frequently to Omaha, Minneapolis, San Francisco, D.C., Dallas, Houston, Detroit, Atlanta, Denver, New

Danis, Hossion, Detroit, Atlanta, Dehver, New Orleans, St. Louis, Salt Lake City, No one insincere, indiscreet. Box 230P. KANSAS CITY. M. Aquarius. 28. 5'11". 175. White. 6". Knowledgeable. Imaginative, willing try new thi fats, filth, Box 180Z.

ST. LOUIS. M. Aquarius. 40.6'2". 170. White. 8". Novice. Handsome, has the capacity to enjoy and the desire to please a discreet partner to 41. Prefers uncut. Box 003. ST. LOUIS. S. Leo. 31.5'9". 210. White. 6". Knowldegea punish any infraction with pain. Partner must have stamina, youthful appearance, can be to late 40s. Box 245.

MONTANA

SWEETGRASS. MS. Aquarius. 50, 6'1", 180. White. 6", Old hand, collection of used cowboy / leather gear. No fems. Box 230.

NEW JERSEY

HIGHTSTOWN. M. Leo. 35, 5'8", 160, White.

Novice. Seeks well-built, rugged, gentle but demanding Master to 40 willing to go slowly at first. Box 136E.

NEWARK, MS, Libra, 56, 5'9%", 155, White Novice. Se Box 294W. Seeks training from patient part-

NEW EGYPT. SM. Cancer. 21, 6'4", 150. White. 10%". Knowledgeable. Has played both roles, eager and curious to learn what he may have missed with knowledgeable, imaginative partner to 40. Must be masculine in appearance, actions. No glasses, acene, body odor, small endowments. Box 120. PRINCETON. MS. Aries. 42. 5'11", 190, White. 7". Novice. Virile and versatile, wishes to enjoy sex to highest degree with masculine partner to 45. No hard d Box 318W.

RANDOLPH. S. Scorpio. 36. 6'2". 180. White 6½" Knowledgeable. Seeks permanent slave, 20s to mid-30s, to share life and private house. Into leather bondage. Willing to train and will respect limits. No fats, fems, hard drugs. Box 291

NEBRASKA

WAYNE, M. Pisces, 34, 6', 165, White, 6',''. Novice. Seeks not-too-experienced cowboy type into bondage, Box 306.

NEW YORK

ALBANY, MS. Aries, 42, 5'8½", 170, White, 8", Completely inexperienced, Very masculine, Wants to meet / correspond with white, mascu- line L / L guys to 45, Loves to suck, be fucked and to please partner. Digs clean cut, mous- tache, large endowment, Box 290R.

ALBANY, S. Gemini / Taurus, 40, 6'2", 225, White, 7", Knowledgeable, Wants straight-appearing who digs police scene, Box 317,

BRONX, M. Libra. 56. 5'11". 150. White. Knowledgeable. Has need and capacity to serve mature uniformed, booted officer, police / military preferred. Unconditional ser- police / military preferred. Unconditional service, Sir; total commitment. Box 017. BROOKLYN. S. Aquarius. 25. 6'3'. 190. White. 6". Novice. Dominant dude seeks partner under 30 into Levis, wrestling, occasional role-ewitchi to learn from attractive, open-minded, discreet dude. No fems, fats, scat. Box 292.

COPIAGUE SM. Scorpio. 47. 5'10". 165. White 6%". Knowledgeable. Attractive, congenial, trustworthy, enjoys both roles. Partner must be at 50, cut. No uncouth, hairy types in poor physical shape. Box 183, FLUSHING. SM. Taurus, 43, 5'8", 180, White.

6". Knowledgeable, Biker into Leather / Levi/ masculine scene seeks intelligent, butch partner. 6" Will switch roles for right person. No fems, blacks Box 052H

GREENWICH VILLAGE, M. Gemini, 25. 150. White. 7". Novice. Actor / playwright believes in worship of the male body. Partner must be highly intelligent, liberal, under 40, well-endowed, Box 302, ILION, MS, Gemini, 47, 5'8", 130, White: ILION, MS, Gemini. 47. 5 o . 155 5½" Completely inexperienced. At best when told what to do and forced by patient and understanding Master, preferably blond Aryan type. Must be cut and clean, well-endowed. 141

YORK, M. Capricorn, 5'8". NEW 200. White. 6". Knowledgeable. Desires moderately ag- gressive young S for humiliation, some bondage and torture, W / S, scat, boot-licking, etc. Stable action with manure especially desirable. Black preferred. Box 018C.

NEW YORK, M. Cancer, 38, 6'2", White, 7" imaginative to serve mature, compatible partner who proves himself superior. Should be flexi- ble, strong, well-endowed with well-defined legs. No ego trippers, psychos, freeloaders. Box 023P.

NEW YORK, SM, Virgo, 44, 6', 190, White, 7". Novice, Will do anything with hairy, butch partner. No permanent damage, no fems. Box

NEW YORK, SM. Leo. 44, 6', 180. White. 9" Old hand. Into heavy role-playing, able to switch. Discreet, respects limits. Wants partner to 55 for week-day scenes locally, any time out of town. No permanent relationships. Box 136M,

NEW YORK. *M. Gemini, 48, 6', 140, White. Knowledgeable. Enthusiastic, butch, ever-hard and ever-ready, seeking partner sincerely into scene and not play-acting. Absolutely no scat. Box 164.

NEW YORK. M. Virgo. 33. 5'11". 198. White. 6½". Completely inexperienced. Sir, would you like a kid of your own? Affectionate, good boy needs his rough-loving macho Daddy to take him home and housebreak him. Train me to serve you well, please! No prissies, nervous lvy Leaguers, drug users, heavy drinkers. Age, race, looks unimportant. Box 156Z.

NEW YORK, M. Libra, Late 50s, 6'3", 180. White, 5", White-haired man of distinction type will serve virile male, any age or race, who has fantasies of beating Daddy's ass, fucking the professor who failed him in French, pissing into his priest or making his boss suck his asshole Have poppers, toys, dog collar, Box 290X.

NEW YORK, S. Gemini, 45, 5'11", 150. White. Old hand, Skilled, well-known whip Master also into mutual Leathersex with boot and uniform buddy. Action wanted / guaranteed. No J / O phone calls, correspondence, fems, fats, heavy drinkers. Box 294. NEW YORK. M. Pisces. 29. 5'10½", 140.

NEW YORK M. Pisces. 29, 5'10%", 140. White, 6%" Knowledgeable. Will serve, obey and satisfy completely a truly masculine Master . Digs uniforms, rough, macho image. Box 252R

NEW YORK, M. Taurus, 48, 6', 145, White, 6" Knowledgeable. Wants relationship with clean, intelligent man with leather tastes. No hardcore S&M, drugs, fats, blacks. Box 252C.

NEW YORK. Leo. 47, bis., 150, white, bis., pain, S&M not necessary to sexual activity but strongly attracted to the heavy mesculine overtones of the scene. Box 312.

NEW YORK. M. Aquarius. 36, 5'8". 136, white, 7". Knowled

7". Knowledgeable, Super S gets off on satisfying hunky, very sexual partner through B&D, humiliation, etc. Should have good balls and ass, No fems. Box 056.

NEW YORK. M. Taurus. 46. 6'. 175. White, 9". Novice. Seeks masculine partner into golden showers, beating, chains, humiliation. Box 059G.

DRUMMER 54

NEW YORK, S. Gemini, 45, 6'4", 190, White,

Knowledgeable, Will dominate, control, train discreet, employed slave who lives alone.

No fats. Bodybuilder preferred, under fems, 50. Box 061. NEW YORK, S. Capricorn, 40, 5'10", 150.

White, 8". Knowledgeable, Will humiliate and dominate partner with fetish for uniforms, breeches, boots. Fetishes and complete slavery must. Box 068.

YORK. S. Scorpio. 45. 5'10". 173

White. Knowledgeable. Trustworthy, will respect limits of slim, well-built partner under 50. No fats, TVs, seat. Box 220. NEW YORK. M. Sagittarius, 36. 5'7". 140. White. Bodybuilder seeks very thin black Master. Wants to b humiliated into worshipping Master as Center of the Universe. Short and / or younger a plus. Box 220M

NEW YORK, S. Leo. 44, 6'1", 175, White, 8". Knowledgeable, Police domination and discipline and bondage with leather Will build pain tolearance in Slave. Limits respected. Box 127.

NEW YORK S. Taurus, 44, 6' 170. White, 7". Novice, Seeks, dark, hairy slave with large uncut cock. Must be knowledgeable, clean. Box 153P.

Box 153F.

NEW YORK, SM. Virgo. 26, 6', 180. White, 7''. Knowledgeable. Sober dude gets off on mutual enjoyment with over-sexed, levelheaded partner under 55. No fems, youths. Pow. 1604. 168K

NEW YORK, M. Libra, 48, 5'6", 180 White, 6". Novice, Will submit totally to patient, respectful, persistent Master into heavy S&M, NEW 6" respectual, publishers maker into neary sown, c28 work, uniforms, whips. No scat blacks, C88 work, uniforms, whips. No scat blacks, C88 work, uniforms, whips. No scat blacks, NEW YORK, SM. Capricorn. 21. 5'8%'. 120. White.

6". Novice. Seeking masculine partner with large, thick cock or someone into FF. No fats. 6" Body hair a plus, Box 282

ROCHESTER, M. Capricorn, 43, 5'8" White, 6". Completely inexperienced. Willing and eager to learn from patient, understanding teacher to 50. No outright brutality. Box

WOODBURY, LONG ISLAND, SM. Taurus WOODBURY, LONG ISLAND, SM. Taurus, 43, 5'9', 172. White, 6". Knowledgeable. Trustworthy, responsible, intelligent, creative and fully aware of risks and dangers. Wishes to fulfill M fantasies with masculine, discreet, fulfill M fantasies with masculine, discret, clean, unselfish partner to 48, No ferns, fast, freaks, fakes, Box 185R. 55". Novice, Has vast leather equipment collection to run on a bliker M into Leathersex, Visiton to run

155. White, 7%", Knowledgeable, Gentle vet firm, will respect limits of quiet, obedient slave over 30. Can travel, will assist older Masters. Possible long-term relationship. No TVs, mar- ried Bis, drugs. Box 132D.

NORTH CAROLINA

RALEIGH AREA SM. Cancer. 44. 6'1%". 195. White. Experienced. Domination without physical pain. Digs wearing partner's clothes and boots, Box 156.

OHIO

AKRON SM. Sagittarius, 39, 6'2", 165. White. 8". Knowledgeable, N.E. Ohio, Richmond, Atlanta areas. Seeks versatility and enthusiasm. Box 154.

AKRON, MS, Gemini, 43, 6'1", 195, White. 6½". Knowledgeable. Into heavy B&D, light S&M. Would switch roles with right partner. No extreme pain, heavy drinkers or drug users, hippies. Box 187.

CLEVELAND • MS Aries 46, 5°10", 155, White, 6½", Novice, French active, Greek passive. Wants to please large, well-built partner to 50. No fats, heavy S&M, B.O. Box 017V.

CLEVELAND, SM. Sagittarius, 30, 5'11", 152. ite. 6". Novice. Former slave seeks respect partner to 45 for W / S, light B&D, nude White, 6" ful nude Should be neat and discreet. No fats, games. slobs, Box 316 stops. Box 316.

CLEVELAND. M. Libra / Scorpio. 45. 5'9".

170. White. 6". Novice. Wants to serve big, husky Master 30 to 50. Some experience, but willing to learn more. Box 318F.

COLUMBUS, MS, Libra, 26, 5'11½", 165, White, 8", Completely inexperienced, Wishes White 8". Completely inexperienced. Wishes to learn from intelligent, masculine partner to 35 who will respect limits. No violence, mutila- tion, fems. Box 132T. COLUMBUS. S. Cancer. 29. 5'11". 180. White.

COLUMBUS. S. Cancer. 29. 311, 180 white. 7". Novice, will please and respect limits of swarthy, muscular partner. Must be clean. Hairy preferred. No fems. Box 197. COLUMBUS. SM. Aquarius. 46. 5'8". 143. White. 7". Novice b

White, 7". Novice bordering on knowledge- able. Good-looking, sensuous, turns on easily with physically and mentally attractive partner. No scat, slobs, fems, liars, heavy pain. Box 234.

COLUMBUS, SM. Taurus, 25, 5'9", 183, White, 6%" Novice. Satisfaction guaranteed to sincere, straight appearing butch types. No fems, fats, snobs, chicken. Box 365, MASSILLON. M. Libra. 35. 6'1½". 215. White.

Completely inexperienced. Willing to serve and eager to please clean, well-muscled Master to 45, No filth, hard drugs. Box 165P.

OREGON

Leo. 34, 6'1" PORTLAND. S 155. White 6%". Novice. Selfish, arrogant, dominant, de- manding, wants to own fully slave who will serve, obey and satisfy every need 100%. No fems, fats, blacks, hippies. Box 347

PENNSYLVANIA

HARRISBURG, M. Scorpio, 40, 6', 163, White, 6". Novice. Needs discipline and bondage. Rox 319

LANCASTER. Ms. Scorpio. 36. 6°. 185. White. 6°'. Completely inexperienced. Wants to learn both roles and Leatherscene from knowledge- able, understanding partner to 45 who respects limits. No skinnies, fats. Must be cut. Box 076. NEW KENSINGTON. S. Libra. 40. 5'7''. 170. White. 7''. Knowledgeable. Nineteen years' White, 7". Knowledgeable, Nineteen years and many varieties of experiences will please totally servile partner under 6". Must be willing to accept demands, No fems, fags, Box 066D. MAIN LINE PHILADELPHIA. MS. Leo. 47. 5"7" 5'7%". 145. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Seeks sincere, straight-appearing Master 27 to 50. No blacks. Moustaches a real turn-on. fats

PHILADELPHIA, S. Virgo / Scorpio, 42, 5'7' 160. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Italian stal- lion, muscular and hairy, experienced to un- derstand limits in all areas. Master seeks masculine , obedient slave to serve his leather, chains and boots. Will train up to 35 in S&M, B&D, W / S, chains, bike and western leather toys. Send letter of submission with photo and phone. No bullshit. Box 052. PHILADELPHIA. M. Libra. 49. 5'10'x''.140.

White 8". Completely inexperienced, Willing and eager to learn from refined, well-built partner to 50. Box 052F.

PHILADELPHIA. S. Taurus. 40, 5'10", 165. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Imaginative, White, 7". Knowledgeable, Imaginative, mature, hot-looking dude seeks dark, masculine Imaginative. moustached or bearded novice to 50. Should have good body and teeth, must be clean. No fems, fats, redheads, slobs. Satisfaction guaranteed ! Box 227G

White. Will train Slave to worship Master's leather and naked body. No dopers, Box 088T PHILADELPHIA, M. Aries, 26, 5'10", 180. White, 6". Novice, Into B&D, Would give up freedom for right Master to 35, Willing and eager to learn from sincere, honest, level-headed L / L partner Must be clean. No heavy S&M, bears, drugs, cigarettes, fems. Box 186. PHILADELPHIA. S. Capricorn. 26. 6'3". 180.

White. / 7". / Knowledgable, / Good-looking / body. [×3+] Seeks submissive partner to 45 with good bas- ket and buns. Will not mark, bloody or shave. Box 294V25

Box 294V25. PITTSBURGH. M. Virgo. 60. 6'. 165. White. 7's". Old hand. Thirty years' experience in first class servitude. Not into heavy S&M but can provide young slaves for Masters' stronger desires. Box 205G. READING, SM. Cancer. 46, 6', 160, White, 6",

Novice, Enjoys bondage, Respects limits, Domi- nant, but will switch for right partner, Must be cut. Box 051B.

WILKES-BARRE S. Cancer. 40, 6', 170, White, 12'', Old hand, Extensive military experience, specialist in military&penal discipline and training, builds torture equipment to 170 order. Seeks masculine partners intersted in fantasy scenes or totally satisfying the Master's needs. Will train willing beginners. No fems, fats. Box 055.

TENNESSEE

CHATTANOGA SM. Pisces, 45, 5'10%". 200. White, 7". Old hand, Versatile, Into enemas, creative bondage and toys with gen- uine honest partner to 55, Box 134, COLLIERVILLE, S. Leo. 33, 5'11", 165, White, 7", Novice, Must be butch and muscu- lar. Box 086. LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN, S. Aquarius, 54, 6 LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN, S. Aquarius, 54 b. 155. White, 6°. Old hand, Ex-motorcycle copmilitary man has extensive collection to please small, neat, clean, white slave to 50 with boot and breech fetish. No fats, role-switching, an winte. 55: Novice: Travels extensively. Will experiment under dominant partner. 80x 140. SIGNAL MOUNTAIN. SM. Aquarius. 55. 6'5". 230. White. 5". Old hand. Seeks a true masochist who wants and needs to feel pain to limits. Box 218.

TEXAS

AUSTIN. M. Aries. 30. 6'1". 155. White. 65". Buckin' bronco needs horny, endowed, trim, muscular, Levi Jock-taul to 25 to ride long and hard and provide instruction in muscle worship and body service. 80: 294'9. DALLAS. SM

DALLAS, S. Aries, 42, 5'8", 130, White, 7%", Old hand, Handsome stud respects limits, No Must be masculine appearing, acting. fate Box 049.

DALLAS. S. 39. 5'11" 190. White. Aries. 6%" Old hand. Sixth generation Master de- mands an M who knows his place. No fems, fats, hippies. Box 137.

DALLAS, S. Pisces, 33, 6", 170, White, 9%", Old hand. Has strong fists, flexible feet, steellike pecs, insatiable desire for constant, heavy sessions with totally submissive, well-built slave to 50. This is one hot number. Box 023K.

DALLAS, SM. Pisces, 5'91 / 4", 160, White 7" Knowledgeable. Leather / uniform enthusiast. Breeches, boots, bikers, especially real cycle officers (discretion assured). No fats, fems, phonies. Box 18625. cvcle

DALLAS, S. Libra, 40, 5'11", 170, White. Knowledgeable, Permanent slave wanted by stud with police and Marine Corps disciplinary experience. Box 252M.

FORT WORTH, SM. Aquarius, 43, 6'2", 195. White, 7" Knowledgeable, Dominant but will switch for right person, Must be masculine, mature,into Levis, leather, bondage, road bikes, Box 059D.

FORT WORTH, MS. Scarpio, 41, 5'11", 190, White, 6'4". Novice, Former motorcycle copseeks sincere, hanest, trusting, discreet partner over 25. No drugs, fems, rough trade.

FORT WORTH. M. Leo 50, 6'1", 150 White. Completely inexperienced. Wishes to be of use to and provide enjoyment for partner who will to and provide enjoyment for partner who will help him to realize his fantasies. No fat or indiscrete persons, Box 2520.

HOUSTON, M. Leo, 35, 510°, 155. White, 68°, Knowledgeable, Wishes to please a skillful, positive Mas

HOUSTON, SM. Sagittarius, 35, 5'7" White 6 / s* Knowledgeable Tattoods Respected in both roles Uninhibited, creative, dedicated and committed to partners into tattoos, piercing, shaving, leather, rubber Must be extermely submissive but versatile. 135

HOUSTON, • M. Capricorn. 38, 5'7%", 138, . 5½". Novice. Eager and fascinated to from and serve experienced, patient part-White ner to 50 who will accept limitations. Wishes to be shaved, humiliated. Not seeking romance or permanence. No fat or shy people. Box 371.

VIRGINIA

ALEXANDRIA, M. Scorpio, 24, 6', 165, White-

Knowledgeable. Masculine, semi-muscular slim M wants to serve S stud into police uni

Over 27 forms, boots, britches, domination. preferred. No drunks, blacks. Box 125K2. ALEXANDRIA. SM. Aries. 30. 511" 175. White. 7%". Knowledgeable. Marine enjoys sharing new and mutually enjoyable experiences with attractive, intelligent M to 35. Blond, large endowment, hairless body turn-on No one selfish or inflexible. Box 151

NORTH CAROLINA

MANASSAS, SM. Capricorn. 47, 5'8", 165, White, 6'k." Novice, Wants L / L guy for B&D. Dirty, sweaty workclothes preferred. Likes rought trade, Age not a problem, but no fems, fats, blacks. Box 135P.

NORFOLK, SM. Cancer, 43, 5'6", 140. White, 7". Novice. Dominant but considerate leather-voice . Dominant but considerate learner- lover and bike owner seeks sincere, honest, discreet partner to 40. No fems, fats, phonies, dopers. Box. 185S. RICHMOND. S. Leo, 52. 5'9". 172. White 9" Old hand. Wants true lower o

Box 400.

WASHINGTON

SEATTLE MS. Libra 32. 6'11'4", 185. White. 7". Knowledgeable, Adaptable, sincere, open- minded, honest, seeks same to 55 for possible permanent relationship. Law enforcement types a turn-on. Must be able to travel. No blacks, a turn-on. Must be able to travel. No blacks, drunks, heavy drugs, one-way types. Box 125N. TACOMA. SM. Capricorn. 37, 6'2'," 190. White 7'. Novice wants to learn both roles from clean, knowledgeable partner. Owns Harley and prefers bike owner. No fems, fats 185G2 Box

SM. Libra. 51, 5'10", 240, White. TACOMA 7" Completely inexperienced. Virgin ass. Sincere, genuine, honest. Friendship more important than sex. No limits, no turn-offs. Box 181-X

WISCONSIN

GLEN HAVEN. M. Leo. 51. 5'9". 160. White. 6. Knowledgeable. Serious, well-educated, ex- perienced M likes long, active sessions and will try almost anything with strong, imaginative, calm, trustworthy S who respects limits. Must be real man. Box 115. be real man. Box 115. KENOSHA, SM. Gemini, 45, 5'9", 145, White.

64". Knowledgeable, Will satisfy wants and needs of unselfish, sensitive partner over 30. Pubic shaving important, Box 185W.

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PRISONER: 27, BI, seeking a true friend interested in hi times & down-to-earth fun! Up for parole in September. George E. Hakaim, #141-671, P.O. Box 45699, Lucasville, Ohio 45699, SASE will help!

S.FLA LEATHER GUY NEEDS BUDDY, Wh guy-30's, hung-needs eager buddy into leather, Levis, boots, "Aroma," etc. Limited travel o.k. Write fully & photo to: Box 4551, N.Ft. Myers, FL 33903.

Pittsburgh MS 30-6'2" 160 8" White nearly inexperienced seeks young thing white for light S&M, bondage & spanking, no fats. Box 101.

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan M Capricorn 34, 5'10" built guy needs Leather, spanking & strapping novice, no fems, fats. Box 200.

Hairy Chest Varieties illustrated in hirsute appreciation study. $1 plus stamp: C.Kraut, Box 570, Harrisburg, PA 17108 (23 S. 2nd St.) Use box no.

J / O-TITS-Visual trips-touch J / O-Tits, narcis- sistic men send photo and info, to Box 7185 Northend Station, Detroit, Mich 48208.

Master with well-trained slave (heavy tit work, ff, other kinky scenes) will share or trade slaves with other masters for further training, Send photo & interest to: Box 262, Live Oak, CA 95953, Can travel.

NYC, CHGO TO SE OHIO. Level-headed, together W / m-26, 6', 185, nice body-will fly muscular GA topman in for weekend of B&D, wresting, light S&M, etc. Photo required. Box 790, Downstairs, 166 West 21st, NYC, NY Box 79

Vacancy, One Master, Two slaves, Western Canada, 604-921-7721, Anytime,

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WATERTOWN, S. Libra, 27, 6', 175, White,

Novice, Will satisfy needs of mutually honest, understanding partner. Into W / S, B&D, humiliation, public exhibition. No heavy drugs, selfish types. Box 130W.

AUSTRALIA

EAST SYDNEY, N.S.W. M. Segittarius. 33. 57". 134, White, 6½". Knowledgeable, Will do best to please Master, willing to try new ideas and scenes with pleasant, positive S to 35. No fats, disrespectful of limits. Visiting San Fran- cisco and Denver in October '77, Box 071.

BELGIUM

BRUSSELS, SM, Aries, 34, 6', 155, White, 7", Old hand, Leather and S&M are a way of life involving real men who fully accept its con- sequences and whose final aims are mutual and refined pleasure. Seeks intelligent, good- looking, imaginative partner to 45 who will switch roles under right conditions. Travels frequently. No dirtiness, stupidity. Box 313.

CANADA

CALGARY, ALBERTA, SM, Cancer. 31, 5'8%", 135, White, 6%", Novice, Seeks clean, anally oriented partner in general area to 45.

Thoughtful, versatile, respects limits. No fems, fats, heavy drinkers, Box 332.

EDMONTON, ALBERTA, S. Cancer. 30, 5'6". 130. White, 6'%". Knowledgeable, Levelheaded, imaginative, will respect limits of dude heavy into ass

EDMONTON, ALBERTA, M. Scorpio. 32. 5'8" 168. White. 8". Completely inexperi- enced. Hunky dude needs leather and male superiority from experienced, goodlooking bodybuilder type to 40 willing to train. No volence, fats, insensitive, unclean. Box 308. PORT ALBERNI, BRITISH COLUMBIA. M. Pisces. 42, 57". 142. White. 6". Knowledge- able. Experienced and obedient, willing to ser- vice and please Leather Master. Into B&D, W&S. Bl Box 0481

BOX 048L.

WEST VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, SM. Warlock host offers vacation accommodations in totally dedicated S&M home to masculine male stallions, any race, and their Slaves. Box 011.

TORONTO, ONTARIO, SM. Libra. 27. 6'1" 150. White. 6". Novice. Imaginative, willing, digs lengthy sex scenes with husky, hairy partner to 45 into role-switching. Box 017T.

TORONTO, ONTARIO. S. Taurus. 47. 6'. White, 6". Old hand, Into straps and paddles, Masculine, well-built, levelheaded. Seeks young, short, lightweight, smooth-skined partner, Blonds preferred. No fats, uncleans. Box 066B.

TORONTO, ONTARIO. MS, Capricorn. 23, 577". 120. White. 6". Completely inexperienced. Needs experienced, forgiving teacher under 30 in Toronto. Box 074.

TORONTO, ONTARIO. M. Taurus. 40, 5'11". 150. White. 6". Novice. Former priest trained to be obedient and to serve. Finds great satis-startly [×6+]

MONTREAL, QUEBEC, M. Capricorn. 27. 58". 130. White. 68". Knowledgeable. Wants sadistic Masters to texpand limits. Into S&M, scat, W / S, TT, toys, drugs, beer, poppers. Muscles in tight leather and group scenes a real turn-Box 157N

MONTREAL, QUEBEC. MS. Sagittarius. 26, 5*10". 165. White. Novice. Seeks Leather-master who will slap, spank, pierce and humiliate. Blond preferred, to 35. No hustlers. Box 227K

MONTREAL, QUEBEC. M. Virgo. 44, 5'7 140. White. 7". Knowledgeable, Will satisfy h 140 White. 7". Knowledgeable. Will satisfy his Master's sexual whims and fantasies. Breeches and boots a turn-on. No domestic slavery, drunks, liars. Box 313X.

MONTREAL, OUEBEC S Aries 30, 5117.

150 Whits. 9". Old had, Will respect and expand limits of willing slave to 40 who likes pain, games, B&D. No fams, fats. Box 3187.

SEPT-ILES, OUEBEC, MS. Pisces 43, 5°8".

SEPT-ILES, CO types, Box 265.

ENGLAND

ISLE OF MAN. M. Sagittarius. 52. 6'. 214. White. 5½''. Novice. Turned on by bondage, boxing gloves, hoods, rubber, W / S. Seeks firm, trusting, non-butch Master. Eager to try new toys, positions, grease, poppers, chain bond-Box 152T age. Box 1527. LONDON. M. Leo. 29, 5'11", 154. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Needs to be taught respect and bearen into passive ways, Box 060X. LONDON. S. Aquarius. 47, 5'9", 175. White. 7". Old hand. Must be able to meet pa perience. Occasionally travels to New Yor Maryland, D.C., California. No scat. Box 149.

LONDON, M. Gemini, 40, 6', 150, White, 7½'', Knowledgeable, Seeks heavy rear action with masculine, well-endowed partner. No fats, scat. Box 297.

HOLLAND

THE HAGUE, SM. Pisces, 31, 5'11%", 145, White. 9½". Knowledgeable. Into whipping, 8&D, FF, W / S, enemas. Possible permanent relationship with masculine partner. Visits USA twice a year, Box 295M.

SWEDEN

SOLNA, M. Cancer, 30, 5'8¼", 132. White, 6%", Novice, Seeks knowledgeable, masculine partner to 45. Can switch but prefers M role. Box 228M.

WEST GERMANY

FRANKFURT, MS. Leo. 32. 6'. 175. White. 9". Knowledgeable. American abroad will service. Slaves / Masters passing through. Gang fuck can be arranged. No fems, fats. Under 40 only, Limits respected. Box 185K.

SAN FRANCISCO, SM, Sagittarius, 55, 5'11' 180, White, 5". Knowledgeable, Riding breeches fetishist seeks same to 35. Fetish most important. No fems, women's clothing.

SAN FRANCISCO. SM. Gemini. 23. 5'11' 150. White, 7". Knowledgeable, Enjoys giving and receiving rough sex with clean-cut, straight-appearing partner to 40. Should have good body, be well-endowed. No fems, fats, redheads, Box 314M.

SANTA ANA, SM. Cancer, 29, 5'8", 130, White 6%". Knowledgeable. Good-looking, masculine man seeks well-hung, trim studs for knowledge and limit-expanding sessions. Looking for top men, bottom men, men who enjoy both. No scat, blood, bruises, brutality. Main scene is bondage and C / B torture but will consider almost anything else. Send informative letter and name your game. Photo appreciated, Box 380.

DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA

WASHINGTON. S. Pisces. 35. 5'10". 145. White. 10". Knowledgeable. Masculine, muscular, intelligent, stable. Seeks same with little or no body hair willing to be completely dominated mentally and physically. Must be homes

WASHINGTON, SM. Leo. 42, 5'10", 165. White, 6". S&M story-writer anxious to con-respond with guys willing to tell him about their hot times. Interested mainly but not solely in real-life group scenes: fret initiations, brig / stockade brutality, prison reform, military interrogation, hazing, etc. Box 01

ILLINOIS

BERKELEY, MS Virgo, 32, 5'8", 175, White, 6%". Completely inexperienced. Imaginative, willing to experiment with virile, good-looking butt Master 18 to 40, No drunks, drugs, dirt, heart, 52-M, Bay 0702. heavy S&M. Box 0702.

CHICAGO. M. Gemini. 28, 5'8%", 150. White 7". Knowledgeable. Needs to serve and be humiliated by assertive, attractive partner under 40. Box 300Y.

LOUISIANA

HARVEY, SM. Leo. 42. 6', 215. White, 74" Novice. Firm but gentle, understanding partner's likes / dislikes. Seeks similar into reswitching. No fems, drunks. Box 130Z. into role-

NEW ORLEANS, S. Gemini, 44, 6'1", 195. White, 6". Knowledgeable, Prefers young (21-30), good-looking, proportionately built Ms who are totally submissive, obedient, respectful and willing to perform as directed. No fems, blacks. fats, suicidal, unstable or dishonest persons, Box 305

MARYLAND

ROCKVILLE, Aries, 34, 6', 170, White 5" Novice. Not into S&M but totally into Leather- sex. Seeks slim, smooth, leather-loving partner to 35. No ferms, fats, balds, egocentrics, right- wing, heavy S&M. Box 367.

MASSACHUSETTS

LEOMINSTER, SM, Taurus, 28, 6', 165, Black, 7". Completely inexperienced. Would like to master large, discreet Caucasian partner to 40. Should have good testicles, body hair, Muscular body. No drugs, fems, fats. Box 023M.

MICHIGAN

DETROIT AREA, SM. Gemini, 27, 5'11", 165. White, 5\%". Novice, Leather / bondage enthusiast digs leathermen, bikers, uniforms, Will do anything to or for a real uniformed lawman. Prefer partner willing to switch roles. Discretion assured and expected. No fems, beards, blatants. Distance / location no problem . Box 051M.

MARQUETTE, SM. Leo. 28, 6'1", 180, White, 7". Completely inexperienced, Imaginative, semi-muscular. Seeks muscular, understanding, versatile partner into leather, western, uniforms , Box 008.

NEW YORK

NASSAU COUNTY, SM. Taurus. 43, 5'9".

172. White, 6". Knowledgeable. Trustworthy, responsible, intelligent, creative and fully responsible, intelligent, creative and fully responsible, intelligent, creative and the second

Box 135L.

OHIO

SPRINGIFLED, SM. Scorpio, 45, 5'10", 155. White, 6%", Knowledgeable, Versatile, willing to learn and experiment with knowledgeable, role-switching partner 35 to 50. Must be masculine in appearance and behavior. No fems, fats, major deformities. Box 318S.

PENNSYLVANIA

PHILADELPHIA. S. Aquarius, 46, 5'9", 165, White. 7" Knowledgeable. Masculine S seeks M under 35 into S&M, B&D, WS, oil, leather, Levis, amyl. Send photo and phone number with respectful letter. Box 209.

SOUTH CAROLINA

CHARLESTON, M. Leo. 35. 6°, 155. White, 6½°. Knowledgeable. Prefers motorcycle rider who wears skintight leathers, high boots and codpiece pants, one who wears chaps and boots for sex and likes leather hoods. Enjoys Western scene. No fems, fats, heavy drugs. Box 222.

VIRGINIA

NORFOLK, SM. Aries, 40, 5'8", 160, White,

Knowledgeable, Good-looking and experi- enced with thick endowment. Seeks affec- tionate, unselfish, considerate partner. Box

1817

AUSTRALIA

LINDEN PARK, SOUTH AUSTRALIA. M. Cancer. 44. 6'. 160. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Seeks knowledgeable partner. Age, endowment, etc. unimportant. Box 157W.

CANADA

MONTREAL, QUEBEC. M. Capricorn. 45. 5'9's". 165. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Will give complete service to and be humilisted by masculine stud under 40, W / S, spit, public abuse. No fems, fats, drunks, heavy drugs. Box 181M.

SWITZERLAND

GENEVA. M. Taurus. 35, 5'6", 136, White, Uncut with two rings in foreskin. Old hand. Obedient, submissive, heavily into bondage. Seeks honest, strict, extremely knowledgeable partner to 45. No body odor, fats, dirry types. Box 185Z5.

LAUSANNE, SM. Aquarius. 33, 5'9". 160. White. Old hand, Good-looking and adaptable, wants honest contact who is really interested in leather and S&M experience. Box 188Z

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DANA POINT, M. Leo. 35, 6'2", 185, White 6'4". Novice, Seeks knowledgeable, well-proportioned partner into leather, Levis, western. No fats, Box 18623.

HUNTINGTON BEACH, M. Gemini, 41, 5' 10%". 160. White, 6". Novice, Good-looking, French active, Greek passive to serve trustworthy, respectful partner to 45. No fats, violence, Box 318A.

LONG BEACH, MS. Sagittarius, 31, 5'11", 180. White, 7", Completely inexperienced, Willing to be obedient slave or compassionate Master with respectful partner under 30. Oriental or Mexican preferred. No heavy pain, drugs, scars, blood. Box 017Q2.

LOS ANGELES, SM Sagittarius, 40, 6', 180, White, 7%", Knowledgeable, Well-trained to be gentle but firm and respectful of limits, Seeks experienced, confident partner to 45 inter- ested in the outdoors. Beard, moustache preferred. No mutilation, excessive pain, blood Box 318U, LOS ANGELES, M. 30. 6'1". 190. White, 9%". Knowledgeable. Wants S, 45 or older. Box 040.

MONTEREY, MS. Sagittarius. 48, 5'11". 150, White. 78". Knowledgeable M / Novice S. Imaginative, sensitive up partner's needs. Looking for person or grout whom to join in the total physical-emotional S&M, B&D involvement. No own sake. Box 247

PACIFIC GROVE. S. Virgo. 28. 5'8". 210. White. 6'8". Novice. Interested in finding new slaves under 45 willing to service fully him and his present slave. No heavy drugs, mutilation, unintelligent people. Box 029.

PALO ALTO, M. Scorpio (Sun, Moon, Venus), 38. 6'. 145. White. 7". Novice. Hot trim bodybuilder with firm tight ass into B&D, W / S, tit work. Seeks sensitive, masculine, affectionate, honest partner to 45 with well-propor tioned body for bizarre-but-not-heavy scen No fats, fems, drunks, dirty types. Box 050P.

SAN FRANCISCO, MS. Virgo, 31, 5'8", 155, White, 6%". Novice, Masculine, good top or bottom to please the most discriminating. Partner must respect limits, be clean, masculine, versatile, under 40. No fems, fats. Box 0500. 0500

SAN 154. FRANCISCO. SM. Scorpio. 46. 5'11" 154. White. 7". Knowledgeable. Masculine, good-looking dude with moustache, 41" chest, 31" waist, seeks young well-ball. 31" waist, seeks young well-built companion, preferably Oriental, to develop S&M and bondage roles. Limits respected and expanded with imagination and affection. Photo details assure prompt reply with same. Box 300X

SAN FRNACISCO. M. Virgo. 46. 6'. 165. White. 6". Knowledgeable. Well-trained as boot lover and uniform worshiper craving heavy physical and mental obedience training under arrogant, demanding, hirsute, trustworthy disciplinarian. No seat, blood, permanent dama Box 377.

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Peter Fonda is becoming a trial and a tribulation, rather like the "runt of the litter" from whom one secretly expects so much but who disappointingly turns out to be nothing more than just that - the underendowed runt of the litter. From Tammy and the Doctor through The Wild Angels and The Trip to Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry and Killer Force (no, I'm not forgetting Easy Rider), Fonda fils has revealed little more than opportunism (desperation?) in his choice of roles, chronically unable to define a consistent filmic image.

And now comes Warner Brothers' Outlaw Blues, in which, off all things, he essays the role of a would-be country-western star, slammer-honed a la Johnny Cash (location shots courtesy Huntsville Prison), seeking revenge against the reigning genre singer (James Callahan, of all people) who ripped-off his top forties tune. To make matters insufferably worse, he is partnered on his vendetta by that neo-Sandy Dennis, Susan Saint James, who manages to provide three fa-

This is a Production of Fred Wein-traub and Paul Heller, those nice kids who take pride in having introduced the martial arts film to America (Enter the Dragon), bombastically directed by Richard T. Heffron, late of political film commercials and TV movies. The line producer is named as former gofor Steve Tisch who, at 23 having boldly suggested Columbia become involved in Tommy, location in San Antonio and Austin. Fonda, on the lam (yawn), teams up with Susan "the Saint must be spelled out in full whenever it appears in copy" James, a houseboat dweller who is supposed to know how to create a hit song and make (!) a star. Therefore, she devises a series of perilous promotional stunts which keep them constantly in the news and on the run.

There follow some standard chase sequences , coordinated by Carey Loftin, a veteran stuntman who knows how to crash cars and smash up speedboats as well as anybody in the business. We are treated to such cultural watersheds as a police car catapulting into the air and landing on the back of a truck loaded with pumpkins, a speeding motorcycle winding up as the decoration on a wedding cake, and a streamlined speedboat careening over the top of a 150-foot dam.

So there you are. The most infor- mative (by default) comment on this whole enterprise is Warners' red-white-and -blue Press Kit, which although it even includes a two-page bio on the aforementioned Loftin, grudgingly credits writer B. W. L. Norton only in passing.

— Ed Franklin

Sidewinder

Sidewinder One, the first feature film on the thrilling and fast-moving sport, motocross racing, is the story of a professional , if somewhat threadbare, moto- cross team made up of a veteran biker (Michael Parks) and a young hotshot (Marjoe Gortner). It opens with Parks being injured in an international race. Enter the villain (Alex Cord), who introduces himself as an industrialist looking for a team to test a new motocross bike (Sidewinder One). Parks is less than impressed and stalls, but later makes a deal so that he owns a percentage of the new bike for developing it.

You can take it from there, throwing in Cord's socialite sister (Susan Howard) and a few other bikers who can get creamed and / or killed without diminishing the ranks of our heroic twosome. As for Parks and Gortner, Newman and Red-ford they're not, nor Gable and Tracy, nor even Harris and Frank. With two such self-absorbed performers, the "chemis- try" just doesn't work.

What does work, however, is the sheer excitement of the races, splendidly photographed by Dennis Dalzell at moto-cross tracks across the Southwest and in Europe, the bulk of the action taking place amid the scenic wonders outside Taos, N.M., where the major track used in the film is located. To get these action sequences, Producer Elmo Williams brought in outstanding motocross riders from throughout the Southwest to take part in the races set up by director Earl Bellamy, who worked from the script of Tom McMahon and Nancy Voyles Craw-ford .

A large number of professional stunt-men were utilized for the races, along with the probikers, to give the film added authenticity. For one scene, three riders sail 40 feet side-by-side during a race. For another, Williams created a huge mud hole that was certain to play havoc with the riders. The first wave of bikes hit the water and send up a cascade of blinding muck and mire into the faces and machines of those in trail.

Cycles and men tumble in all directions as the bikers continue to plunge into the chaos at full speed, hoping to barrel their way through. Bikes and men are hurled into the muddy water with wild abandon. Some bikers try desperate- ly to right their machines and get them restarted, but the muck takes its toll and makes it almost impossible. It is a measure of the emphasis in the film that one feels sorrier for the machines than for their riders.

-Ed Franklin

Viva Knievel!

First of all, let me make perfectly clear that "Viva Knievel!" is not the autobiography of Evel (Robert Craig) Knievel - George Hamilton did that bit remeter - George Flamilton did that bit some several years ago. However, the erstwhile daredevil does play himself, so that what you end up with is a factual character placed in a fictional situation. Very odd.

Secondly, let me emphasize the fictional aspect of this Norman Katkov-Antonio Santilan screenplay. Cast as himself, Knievel is the prize in a bizarre plot to smuggle narcotics into the United States by using the cyclist's truck-trailer as a courier for the drugs. Gene Kelly (oh, wow) stars as Knievel's friend and confidant while former fashion model Lauren Hutton appears as a free-lance photographer on assignment to shoot the motorcycle marvel. motorcycle marvel.

Red Buttons is a sleazy promoter out for a fast buck, and others rounding out the cast include Leslie Nielsen, Cameron Mitchell, Eric Olson, Frank Gifford, Albert Salmi, and Marjoe Gortner (2015). (again). So much talent could only go so wrong here in Hollywood, U. S. A. Meant to be a tale of intrigue, action, and adventure, the film is only a pale melodrama, fitfully brought to life by Knievel's sensational motorcycle leaps — all, thanks to the magic of the silver screen, considerably more successful than his recent misadventures over a tankful of sharks and across Snake River Canyon. A case of real-life vs. reel-life that needs no further explication.

The picture is a Warner Bros. film in association with Sherrill C. Corwin, Cor-win is executive producer and Stan Hough is producer. Gordon Douglas

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directed. And to think, they could have been brushing up on their backgammon!

-Ed Franklin

New York, NY

Given the uneasily transparent parallels , one cannot help but conjecture what part her mother's non pareil realization of A Star is Born had on Liza Minnelli's performance in New York, New York. The empirical evidence, incontrovertibly, is there - as Liza matures, both the look and the vocal quality more and more approach Judy's. It is a consummation devoutly to be unwished, yet as inevitable as genetic conditioning.

Despite an impressive effort by Robert De Niro as a saxophone player, this is Liza's film from start to finish, and your tolerance of it rests utterly on how you feel about her. Of the generation that virtually sanctifies Judy, this reviewer has his reservations. Not that there is any faulting the daughter's larger-than-life-size talents: it's just that the nature, the essence, of those talents are unsettling, especially when showcased in a vehicle with such blatant overtones of the mother's career and style.

New York is a "romantic musical drama" written by Earl Mac Rauch and Mardik Martin (from a story by Rauch) around the struggling careers of a young danceband vocalist (not named Mrs. Norman Main) and the saxophone player who falls in love with her. It is a Robert Chart-off / Irwin Winkler (Rocky) production, directed by Hollywood's hottest young turk, Martin (Mean Streets, Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore, Taxi Driver) Scor- cese.

A beautifully mounted production (credit Harry R. Kemm and Boris Leven), shot entirely on sound stages and back lots, New York, New York opens at the close of World War II when the big bands were at their peak, and pays nostalgic tribute to that era by providing us with a couple dozen songs made famous by the likes of Glenn Miller, Tommy and Jimmy Dorsey, and Benny Goodman. The story moves on into the changing tempo of the 1950s, with four splendid new songs by John Kander and Fred Ebb (of Cabaret fame) providing a kind of mu

"bridge."

This blend of music is an appropriate accompaniment to the basic story line, which has gal singer Liza skyrocketing to the top while sax player De Niro restively waits for public taste to catch up with his new "bebop" style. Along the way, there is some fine character work by Lionel Stander as an agent and Barry Primus as a piano player who eventually takes over the band. Mary Kay Place (Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman) has a nice bit as a band vocalist who tries to replace the irreplaceable Liza.

The fitful pace of this United Artists release must be blamed on Scorcese, despite rumors that the current 155 minutes of running time were cut down from four hours of initial answer print. Unexplained gaps in the continuity would tend to support this theory, although they are easily forgotten during the film's final 20 minutes which feature the leading songstress in a concept t in a concert turn of one extravagant production number after another. As noted above, it takes a heap of Liza-Lovin' to make New York, New York an unalloyed delight.

-Ed Franklin

Thunder and Lightning

Into the 1977 Worst-Actor-of-the-Year Sweepstakes now plunges David Car- radine in Thunder and Lightning, hard on the bare heels of Nick Nolte (The Deep) and John Beck (The Other Side of Midnight). Nick and John can relax, however. David has an essential presence that su-percedes his minimal talent and leaves the race a dead heat between those other two director's automatons. He comes in, at best, a distant third.

Thunder and Lightning is one of those films patronizingly aimed at the drive-in trade of rural America who only require occasional stretches of extreme violence to distract their minds and eyes from other more immediate pursuits. It is based on the premise that if one car- crunching chase is good, three triples the favorable odds. Ditto dirty hand-to-hand combat, especially when you have a leading man renowned for his skill in the mar- tial arts (so much grislier in tiresomely familiar slow motion). For the record, Thunder and Light-ning is your standard deep south moonshine caper, pitting the rebellious outsider in reluctant battle against corrupt local politicians and grandees. Carradine, side-kicked with angelic Kate Jackson, takes up the cudgel to defend two independent still operators (Sterling Holloway and Pat Cranshaw provide comedy relief as manipulations of villains Roger C. Carmel, Ed Barth, and George Murdock.

This textbook study in cliches first came about when Producer Roger Cor- man happened upon William Hjortsberg's screenplay and was "delighted, because it combined rugged action with comedy and colorful characters." So much for the insight of a producer who, prior to this Twentieth Century Fox tie-in, elevated gore to the status of a minor art form. Director Corey Allen's primary contribution was to change the original locale from overworked Georgia to the less familiar Florida Everglades, enabling some innovative mayhem through the use of water skiffs.

Again, stuntmen are the unsung heroes in what, more than anything else, is a glorified destruction derby. Carradine not only takes his lumps, including having his shirt ripped off before being hog-tied and gagged with tape, but contrives to give out with a few, not excepting forcing one hulking villain to take off his pants before stringing him up by the ankles. The motivation for the de-pantsing episode is as obscure as the reason for that long earring which dangles provocatively from Car- radine's left lobe.

the / statement / of [×3+] sive violence, and the uplifting rear view of Carradine "taking a leak," is rated

PG! It's truly a bafflement.

Robert Payne

"THE STORY OF 'Q' could be called a male version of the long-suppressed French classic "Story of 'O". It is the tale of a boy in an undisclosed part of the world (presumably southern Europe) who was sold by his parents at sixteen into slavery. Passed on from one owner to another, 'Q' is sold, rented, abused, branded, tattooed and humiliated. He becomes merely a property, a commodity for profit and / or passion. He is ultimately the personification of man's inhumanity to man. There is symbolism to be found everywhere in 'Q's story. He is representative, perhaps, of all of us-as are his tormentors.

This new version of "THE STORY OF 'Q' has been rewritten, re-edited and was two full years in the making. The illustrations by San Francisco artist, Olaf, took much of that time. At the book's center is a four-page fold-out, presumably for framing. Graphically , it is a beautiful efforts and stands muscular head-and-shoulders above most of its contemporary genre.

'Q's story divides love from passion, selfless giving from mere servitude. It is a sadly beautiful story, erotic as all hell, but with power and dignity. As with the poor children of Dickens' era, who were told to "go out and play" and couldn't, because they didn't know how, 'Q' becomes so dependant on

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From the Boot Rack

This begins a new column for an open-minded magazine, Drummer - a column of articles, letters, and vignettes that should be of major interest to the 'bootist' whose whole sexual life revolves about the love of boots with leather attire or levis. But primarily his love is directed to the heavy booted feet of the male figure.

What is a boot fetish, and why?

The naswers are not always so simple and to try to categorize them becomes complex, and the truth difficult to define . There are those always ready with the glib answer who think they know, but to really get down to cases and figure the whole scene out becomes so utterly confusing it blows your mind. So much so that instead of enjoying the sheer sexual thrill of caressing a heavy lace-up work boot in your crotch, you stop and ask yourself why? Why are you doing this? Then suddenly the magic disappears,

So, why try to figure it out? Maybe later on you can when the adrenalin and the heart-beats stop pumping so hard. The perspiration starts to dry, as does that heavy load of cum that you shot so lovingly over that masculine boot. Then you remove it by towel or tongue, if it is desired, and the original polished sheen or oiled finish restored. I have seen boots with so many layers of dried cum on them they resembled the wax drippings of candles. Anyway, you lean back, light up another cigarette and ask yourself: "Where and why did it all start?" Again, there is a tremendous variety of answers, and the following are examples from a few of the members of our B.A.S. (Boot Appreciation Society).

"As a child I can remember riding up and down on the booted foot and leg of my father or one of my uncles. The friction of the booted foot against my crotch was exciting even then. This applied to shoes as well."

"My father was in service and his spit- shined shoes and boots were always in my vision. He was constantly shining them, and the odor of shoe polish permeated the air. When he was away I would take his shoes, caress and kiss them, and try them on." "My older brothers always picked on me. They were highway and construction workers and always had me, made me, unlace their dirty boots and pull them off, getting mud on my clean clothes, smelling the sweaty odors of their dirty socks." socks." "I'm not too proud to say I was a shoe-shine boy in a big city. All day long men I would see the older boys and men passing by me in their shoes and boots. Though I knew it meant money to me, each time one of them would stop and put his dingy shoe or boot on my shoe box, I wanted to bend down and kiss each one. Knowing only that it was pleasurable, I would get my face as close as possible to each shoe, and they would get a spit-shine whether they wanted one or not. Sometimes I even felt guilty about being paid, for I felt the pleasure had all been mine. The sight, smell, and taste of polish-stained fingers and lips has father hired for our dude ranch got drunk one night and roughed me up in their horse play. Things got a little wild, and they brutally rubbed my face in their greasy chaps and boots, chipping two of my teeth with their spurs in consequence. I pushed one of them in the horse trough, and he spanked the hell out of me with his wet chaps. The other one laughed so hard he pissed in his pants, then had me go down on his horse-shit stinking boots and lick off the drops of piss. Is it any wonder I get an erection from the sight of well-used chaps and boots? But not the spurs. They only bring back memories of painful dental work. And I never told my folks what really happened, the masochistic pleasure was so great.

"When I was in my early teens I got a summer job in a men's shoe store. All day long I sat or knelt before men or boys in clean or dirty socks, helping them take off their old shoes or boots, and put on new leather smelling ones. It seemed that I would go home every night with wet shorts. Sometimes when I was exceptionally hot, and the customer real groovy, I would take his footwear back to the stockroom. There hidden from my co-workers , I would put that used plaything up to my face, inhale the aroma, and quickly masturbate. I was fast in those days when I was young. Unfortunately though, I soon had to change jobs because my health couldn't take it. Walking into a shoe store now still brings back a flood of memories of my apprenticeship.

Out of the hundreds of letters the B.A.S. has received, and from Drummer's past article about us, we have boot and shoe fetishists about when they

As I've always maintained, boot love does begin in early childhood. You're young and impressionable. Guys who tell me they're not into the boot scene yet, but think they might be interested are generally lying in their teeth for some ulterior purpose, or are still afraid of a long suppressed sexual hunger. The desire has always been there, but they were too shy when the opportunities presented themselves, or they were fighting it. Just refusing to face facts, does not exorcise these feelings, and one or

I guess then, my advice would be to be tolerant, not only of yourself, but of boot-lickers everywhere. We are a minority within a minority, along with the rubber group, the spanking group and whatever else turns you on. You don't build yourself up by tearing down or ridiculing somebody else's feelings. Enjoy, enjoy, and try this one on for size:

THE ASPHALT SPREADERS

I was assigned to his truck that day. I was one of the asphalt spreaders, and was working on the Pacific Coast Highway . His job was bringing in the asphalt, tipping the rear end of the truck, and letting it fall slowly. My job was the shovel man, I guided the strong, hot, black, tarry rocks and spread them out into a nice flat bed as far as they would go. The roller came along next to finish the job.

We worked with old men with beer

We worked with old men with beer drop-outs, tall guys, bellies, college drop-outs, tall guys, short guys, blacks, and whites, and if there was a faggot among us we never knew it, for he would have been either beaten up, gang-fucked, or both, losing his job besides. No way, baby, you kept your nose clean, as clean as your black asphalt-splattered hide would let you, until the day's end, and what you did at night you kept to yourself. You guzzled beer, tried to finger the beer bar waitress , and used four letter words to color your dialogue. Married, divorced, you were maybe one step ahead of the alw or a summons.

I didn't like his truck, and I didn't like him, but that was only at the beginning. After that first night I would gladly have licked the dirty wheels of his truck if he had asked me to.

Black haired, he wore a short black beard, smelled of sweat and I had never seen him before. The only thing wrong with him that I could see were his boots. They were too new … well, not too new. They were tall, black, lace to the toe kind, and though he must have worn them for at least a week or two they looked as if he got in and out of his truck by way of a carpet spread across the

Yes, I must admit those boots fascinated me, or maybe it was jealousy, I don't know. My yellow work shoes were always dirtied with tar, old, and worn. I was clean underneath my laundered uniform, my hair blond and crew-cut . I felt his black eyes watching me and I couldn't figure out why. Maybe he suspected me of being a fag, or maybe he was on himself? Older than I, I didn't give a damn about what he did in bed at night, and his only responses to my remarks were mumbles. I could care less, I was straight, I fucked girls.

But that day brought an abrupt change in my life style. Call it fate, whatever, I have never been the same since.

Lunch break was over and we were standing about, smelling the salt air of the sea, gulping in lungs full to eradicate the acrid stench of tar. The highway

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traffic was resuming its frenzied flight past us, the curious gawking at us, while others threw curses at us for detaining them in their flight.

One car drove slowly past, a grey-haired man in glasses at the wheel, a blond-headed man in sunglasses cruising us. "Hey, look at those two! I'd sure like to fuck them." I heard Blacky's voice above and be- hind me, and I assumed he was sitting in the seat of his truck looking out. I also assumed he meant the two guys in the brown cougar, but he was looking at a station wagon with two blond chicks instead. I looked at the highway, but they had driven by. l also didn't look back at Blacky again, I didn't have to. I felt his presence too strongly behind me, and there was also the rich, animal of his boot leather.

Blacky was seated in the truck seat with the door thrown wide open, facing the outdoors, and smoking a cigarette. I was standing by the open door of the truck, a wide shovel between my legs, with my hands around the handle, leaning against it and resting. But I found I could rest no longer, my legs seemed rooted in their position, my heart increasing its action. Wild horses couldn't have dragged me from the spot, much convertible, all suntanned, hot, and ready. Bet you'd like to fuck them, wouldn't ya?" He emphasized the remark with the pressure of his large black boot on my shoulder.

The touch of his foot was electrifying, and though I could have easily shrugged my shoulder and moved off, I didn't want to. Nor could I force myself to turn my head to look at the toe of his boot, though my eyes almost strained themselves out of their sockets to see it. He moved his foot forward till the full weight of it rested on my shoulder. I could now feel the heat of his foot against my neck and jaw line, and the toe gently nudged the lobe of my ear. My cock stiffened and throbbed in my work pants. I couldn't have cared less if the traffic or other workmen saw me. I could turn now and kiss that boot as I felt I must. Strangely I still resisted. And strangely my gravelly voice answered his question. "Yeah," I answered dryly, "yeah, I could fuck them.'

He blew smoke at the back of my head, then flipped the burning butt down onto the ground in front of me. "I reckon you could Sport, but I don't think you really want to." He pressed harder with his foot, shoving the boot forward, dirtying my shirt. Now the boot was totally in my face, the heel pressed deeply, my vision completely blocked by oiled black leather, brass eyelets, and lacing. "The name's not Sport, it's Cliff," I croaked out. "Oh," he said, his black eyes boring into me, his foot never moving. "Just like those sea cliffs behind us, huh? Well, Cliff, my name's Blacky." "Black as the leather of that boot you've got resting on me, huh," I blurted parted, my tongue came out, and left a wet trail across his boot. Simultaneously a drop of fluid oozed out of my cock wetting my leg. "Shit, here comes the foreman. Back to work, but be back here in my truck at five." It wasn't a request … it was an order! And I obeyed.

That evening we wound up in a motel with two six-packs, some girly magazines, and both of us slightly drunk. I called home, as not to worry my parents. Blacky called his wife to tell her he was not coming home that night because the road foreman had sent us out on a job too far away for us to make it back, and we would go directly to work the next morning.

In the motel room we each lay on our own seperate bed, beer on the night table, leafing through the magazines. I didn't know what I was looking at. Blacky's booted feet had fascinated me the whole evening, and still held their fatal fascination for me, as I gazed at them over the magazine pages. He knew. How could he

But those were childhood games we played, and I had buried them long ago with my childhood memories … or so I had thought. Still when I fucked some chick it never failed, a booted foot would force its way into my sexual fantasy just before that moment of shooting. I hoped to hell I never said anything, and they never said I did.

Blacky's boots were different though, as if they were living objects with minds of their own. They fascinated me, they mastered me.

I took off my watch and wound it. It was late, and I was tired from the long

Placing my watch on the night stand and reaching for my beer, the magazines fell from my bed and onto the carpet between our beds. I hauled ass out of bed and knelt down on the floor to pick them up.

"Leave 'em there," was Blacky's remark , sharp, not at all like my boozy mumblings. "Why? What if I don't want to?"

A booted foot shot out and pinned the magzines to the floor. Another boot slammed me to the floor.

"I don't think Cliff hears so well." I lay there, a boot under me, the other pushing down on my neck.

"You look real good there under my boots, there on the floor in your shorts." He swigged down some beer. "My asphalt spreader with his dirty yellow work shoes and white socks. Yeah, I can still see some asphalt clinging to those rubber soles." Down went more beer. "Now why don't you try loving the hell out of a real man's boots? Go on, now. They need to feel the pressure of your tongue and fingers. Cover them with your kisses.

My cock throbbed, and I knew that release was iminent. All I had to do was rub it on the floor a few times, but my hands were occupied with my master's boots, with Blacky's boots. Suddenly I cherished them, they became very dear to me, and my tongue sought out the eyelets . I licked and cleaned the stitching, glided over the oily black leather, tasting the rich, warm, hide taste. Even the soles I rubbed over my face, neck, muscular shoulders, and arms.

He was standing over me now, could feel him jacking himself off, and I was at the brink of coming. "Blacky, Blacky. God, you're boots are beautiful, so manly, like the man who wears them.

I crushed them to me as my cock shot load after load of my cum onto the motel carpeting. Then, like warm rain from heaven, Blacky's cum splashed down on me and his boots, and it ran into my hair, trickled down my shoulders , and I groveled in it. I wanted to taste its warm moisture, but still not ready for it. I had not yet gone this route, and I was afraid. I had only fucked girls, and now a carpet, or was it Blacky's boots? Strong were the odors of sweat, leather, and cum, and though I lay in a puddle of my own cum and spilt beer, I lay in bliss.

Blacky had fallen back on the bed, a grin from ear to ear. "Pull my boots off, Sport. Will ya, so I can take a shower?

This time it was no command. He begged. I hesitated. "The name's Cliff, re- member?" "Yeah, yeah, I remember." He raised one leg out to me and offered his booted foot. Should I bother? Why should I? I was just as spent as he was, and had shot my wad. But I took the damp boot as if it were a gift from the gods, and pressed my chest into the sole of it. On my knees I bowed to his boots, my fingers tremblingly, slowly caressing the laces where his cum was already soaking in. Slowly I pulled the laces out of their eyelets, unloosening the boot tongue, and setting free the male foot odor. Almost reverently I pulled that boot from his dirty stocking foot, as new blood pumped its way into my once more throbbing cock. His dingy white socks were sweat-stained, with a hole for one toe to escape, and a rip in the heel.

No hands were needed now. This was Blacky's sock, imprisoned by Blacky's dark mysterious boot. Strong was the odor, but stronger was the desire, and I raised that foot, gripped his sock tenderly. and pulled it away with my teeth. I held

My bearded master on the bed observed me through slitted eyes. He noted everything, every move I made.

His bare foot fell into my lap where it searched out my stiffening cock, and rubbed it. It was then as I slowly unlaced his other boot, using the very same process with the other sock, I got a queasy feeling in my stomach. My face took on a

love-sick expression and I baptized his bare foot with another load of cum I didn't know I had. Then I fell at his feet exhausted, regardless of the scent of sweaty socks, leather boots, and cum. "Shower time, my little asphalt spreader."

He towered over me, then reached down and picked me up in his arms. "You should be justly rewarded for that performance." He held his bearded mouth down on mine. Then, laughing, we held each other up as we went to the shower. "What was your name again?"

He was snoring in bed next to me, but before he went to sleep, he knotted together the laces of his boots and hung them around my neck. All night I had to sleep with them, and as I caressed them sleep with them, and as I caressed them there in the darkness, and smelled his foot smell coming from them, I wondered about all the places these boots had been, stamping on the brakes of trucks, standing tall before urina

For weeks we worked together, the trucker and the asphalt spreader. After work we made the rounds of beer bars along with the four thirty crowd, and listened to country western music. Semis, caterpillers, trucks, diesel smoke, asphalt stink, boot polish were all muddled up in our minds, and dreams, and actions. I took money from my savings so I could buy a pair of boot got to see me wear them.

He was killed the very next morning. As the asphalt was being loaded into his truck the brakes gave way, and his truck ran him down. He was dead before the news reached me at the other end of the highwa

The last thing I remember saying to him was, "Blacky, what happens when the road is through?" "I guess we're through too, Sport."

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DRUMMER

THE BIKE CLUBS WITH THE BIK

Los Angeles

As with many other innovations in the nation's social life, Los Angeles gave birth to the Motorcycle Club. The original one was founded well over twenty years ago. Presently, Los Angeles also probably has the most bike clubs, whose members do and do not necessarily own a motorcycle or even ride one. But the idea of the camaraderie of a social organization made up of men with such like interests first took root in the City of Angels.

However, in the past dozen years other areas have seen fit to follow in those footsteps to a point that Los Angeles has ceased to be a leader in this field and now is somewhat of a follower. The largest runs are presently held in other parts of the country, but even more important, the more aggressive innovative leadership is also coming from elsewhere.

Perhaps it was the social and political climate of the period in which the L.A. clubs were formed. Everyone was in the closet and few would admit to preferring men to women, let alone own up to running around on weekends in leather and on a Harley! This is quite understandable. But the median age of members in most of the L.A. clubs is on the sunny side of forty. And when we came out (and I sometimes wonder if we ever really did), one just didn't go around with bumper stickers, T-shirts or placards indicating one's standing.

Several years ago, at one memorable "Blessing of the Bikes" (do they still do it?) the old Advocate enterprisingly took photographs and actually ran one. Everyone who was anyone was called upon to beseech the editor to kill the picture. Alas, the L.A. bike clubs haven't been that excited over what was happening outside their sphere since. Only the newer organizations such as The Leather-men , The Pioneers, Kingmasters and Hawks will let their names be mentioned in any published publicity. None will be involved in community projects or of- fically support community efforts — other than MotoCross, an inner organizational effort which lends funds to uninsured bikers involved in accidents.

San Francisco on the other hand, as in most things, is quite open, if a bit cliqueish. The CMC Carnival in November of each year attracts over 4000 men. The Northern city is more open, less inhibited, and that general attitude prevails. The semi-official bars for the clubs of the area are the Ramrod and Fee-Bees, both of Folsom Street. In Los Angeles it is Griff's. One similarity is that all three bars boycott Gay publications , both in sales and advertising, seeming to tie in with the entire community as little as possible.

It is interesting to note that after last year's infamous Mark IV bust, the L.A. P.D. had determined that the Leather/

Motorcycle set could be picked off in an effort to divide the Gay Community. While there was no officially sanctioned effort by the Bike Club community (in spite of several of their members being involved that night), the entire Com- munity rose behind the Leather crowd, raising somewhere between $20,000 and $30,000 for their defense.

However, the Leather movement as well as the Gay movement can be grateful to these early clubs for introducing the idea of men of like interests banding together in a spirit of fellowship and the sharing of outdoor adventure together. If the elaborate uniforms remind one of the Knights of Columbus or the Shriners, why not? There is a universal need to share the good life with one's fellows. If motorcycles and masculinity are your bag, why do it all by yourself. Bike Clubs from all over the country owe much to the Los Angeles concept of comradeship.

(Ed: You may note an absence of names of clubs in this reporting. We have deleted any and all specific names of the clubs involved, having no desire to publish the name of anyone or any organization that does not wish it published .)

UNS & EVEN

Jacksonville, Florida: Those wild BRO-THERS of Jacksonville, Florida have put together a fantastic theme for their run REUNION '77, October 7 to 9 this year.

They have it all lined up … A filling station, grease rack, Big Rigs, Bunk Room, 24-hr Coffee Shop, Driving Training Films, Tea Room AND real live truckers. All of this on a secluded 40 acres in the woods and fields 70 miles south of Jacksonville. While "TRUCK STOP" is the run theme of REUNION '77 the main idea is relaxation in the great outdoors. Time to meet people and have fun … your own kind of fun at your own pace. Of course there will be people events, entertainment , a lot of good eating and even more good drinking. There's a two hour Enduro that winds through some of the most beautiful and historic roads of the Sunshine State.

So get your foot on the hammer and DO IT TO IT good buddy. Head for the TRUCK STOP AT REUNION '77, October 7–9. For iinformation write: BROTHERS MC, INC. BOX 4283 Jacksonville, Florida 32201

Dear Drummer:

In your magazine number 14, your article on Thebansun '77, showed our Vice President. This was a source of great pride to Mickey Garber until the day he died. Mickey knew people from clubs all over the country, and our club wishes to contact those that do not know of his death, and thank those who called. Mickey would be more honored to have a memorial in DRUMMER, than any other paper or magazine, please print the following :

On Friday Morning, June 24, 1977, Mickey Garber, Vice President of the Iron Guard B. C. died in a motorcycle accident.

In his death, on Gay Pride Weekend , Mickey leaves us with a true legacy of pride and love. Mickey was proud to be a brother, not only of the Iron Guard, but of all clubs. He truly believed that friendship, trust and most importantly understanding, of people who expressed their sym-pathies . Within a short period of time, Iron Guard will announce the date of a memorial service for Mickey . We hope that you will join us in Brotherhood at that time.

Iron Guard Brotherhood Club

We're grateful to John Wertman of The Interchange in Detroit for advising us of Mobile Man Van Club. He relates that the organization's purpose is much the same as a bike club. Planning and executing one run a month, their last run included the Roadmasters of Toledo (Ohio) and terminated at the Rustler Saloon in Toledo. August 26-28 will see the Select-men's second run, which will be a completely private all-outdoor run held at a rural location north of Detroit. Bike events will be highlighted and the van club will participate. The event is titled "Travelin" Man II," and information is available from John Wertman, The Interchange, 1501 Holden, Detroit, MI 48208; (313) 875-8092.

3S WITH THE BIKE CLUBS WITH TH

Sir:

We are in the process of forming a bike club here in Norfolk, Virginia. I am writing to ask about the procedure for listing our club's name and address in your magazine, also, how do you go about selecting leather bars to be featured in your magazine. We are in the process of transforming one of the bars here into a leather bar and was wondering what were the chances of it being featured in a future issue of DRUMMER?

Also what are the procedures for selling DRUMMER in the bar itself? Thanks for any info you can give or the above.

T.A.

Simply send us the name and mailing address of your club, signed by an officer of the club (with his title) and it'll be in the next issue of DRUMMER. There is no charge.

Contact Robert Payne of DRUM-MER with information on any bar you feel worthy of featuring in our bar section. We will need photos (make sure you have the people's permission to publish their photographs), and copy, which our writers and editors can re

Any organization wishing to sell DRUMMER simply call our circulation manager at (213) 985-8173.

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ARIZONA

SONS OF APOLLO c / o the Ramrod 395 Black Canyon Hy., Phoenix, AZ 85009 SONS OF APOLLO BUDDY CLUB 395 Black Canyon Hy., Phoenix, AZ 85009

CALIFORNIA CONSTANTINES M.C. P.O. Box 4964, San Francisco, CA 94101 SAN FRANCISCO SERPENTS M.C. P.O. Box 4964, San Francisco, CA 94109 RECON M.C. P.O. Box 11102, San Francisco, CA 94101

COLORADO KNIGHTS OF MALTA, Stockmen Chapter P.O. Box 8802 / Denver, CO 80201

CONNECTICUT THUNDERBOLTS M.C., Inc. P.O. Box 307, Windsor, CT 06095

DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA VULCANS R.C. – D.C. CHAPTER Box 28282 Central Sta., Washington, DC 20005

FLORIDA HARD CORPS M.C. P.O. Box 13231, Jacksonville, FL 32206 BROTHERS M.C. P.O. Box 4283, Jacksonville, FL 32201 THEBANS M.C. P.O. Box 273, Miami, FL 33133 SUNRAYS M.C. of S.E. FLA. P.O. Box 600122, No. Miami, FL 33160 BROTHERHOOD OF MAN M.C. P.O. Box 8312, W. Palm Beach, FL 33407 ADVENTURERS — SUNCOAST P.O. Box 3452, Seminole, FL 33542

NEBRASKA KNIGHTS OF OMAHA 514-16 S. 16th St., Omaha, Nebr. 68102

NEVADA KNIGHTS OF MALTA, Western Chapter P.O. Box 7726, Reno, NV 89502

NEW YORK NOVA NYC P.O. Box 1991 / New York, NY ROCHESTER RAMS P.O. Box 1727, Rochester, NY 14603

OHIO CIN CITY M.C. P.O. Box 1151, Cincinnati, OH 45201

PENNSYLVANIA VANGUARDS M.C. 4 424 South St., Philadelphia, PA 19147

OREGON KNIGHTS OF MALTA, M.C. Black Rose Chap. 242 SW Alder St./Portland, OR 97204

TEXAS WRANGLER M.C. P.O. Box 35853, Dallas, TX 75235 TEXAS RIDERS M.C. P.O. Box 61553, Houston, TX 75235 ROUGH RIDERS M.C., Inc. P.O. Box 30057, San Antonio, TX 78285

WASHINGTON HANDLEBAR M.C. 2018 1st Ave./Seattle, WA 98121 KNIGHTS OF MALTA, Jet Chapter P.O. Box 21052 / Seattle, WA 98111

GEORGIA ATLANTIS M.C. :/o Mrs. P's / 551 Ponce de Leon Ave. N.E. Atlanta, GA

ILLINOIS CHICAGO-KNIGHT M.C. P.O. Box A-3037, Chicago, IL 60690 T.S.M.C. c / o R. Smrt. Apt. 2-B 5331 No. Kenmore, Chicago, IL 60640

LOUISIANA KNIGHTS D'ORLEANS P.O. Box 50812, New Orleans, LA 70150

MARYLAND THE SHIPMATES P.O. Box 13434, Baltimore, MD 21203

MASSACHUSETTS ENTRE NOUS M.C. P.O. Box 2063, Boston, MA 02106

MICHIGAN SELECTMEN M.C. P.O. Box 1855, Fort Shelby Station Detroit, MI 48231

MINNESOTA THE BLACK GUARD 4126 Upton Ave. N./Minneapolis, MN 55412 THE MINNESOTA NORSEMEN P.O. Box 9673 Minneapolis, MN 55440

MISSOURI GATEWAY M.C. P.O. Box 14055, St. Louis, MO 63178

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23 Adventures of a High School Hunk Bucky Clark's fascination with the Advocate was a private one, carefully kept from all his school chums — until that fateful day when his fellow athlete hit him with the news that he knew all about Bucky's preference.

24 Adventures of a High School Hunk II Book Two, that masterful training at Tippy Schroeder's hands leads him farther down the road to a lifetime craving for sexual mastery.

25 The Trouble with Peter

Peter always had an angle, a crooked scheme. Bob's attempts to straighten out Peter's life only dragged him deeper and deeper into Peter's criminal world.

26 The Two Faces of Janus Cliff and Cal. young and beautiful and as alike as two peas in a pod, physically. Yet what would make one a good, decent human and the other a criminal?

27 Top Man

The feel of hot, writhing flesh incites deeper emotions and a stronger need than mere winning in Thumper Johnson, star athlete, and women's magazine centerfold.

28 The Eyes of the Basillsk Lured and tempted by the erotic delights of Turkey, Bruce Doe is led deep into the intrigues of his insidious opponent, Krishna Rau, would-be saboteur of the Western bioc.

29 The Caribbean Connection Handpicked for their gay preferences, Jim Smith and Jack Moore must break the dirty-money laundry in the Bahamas, for the\nunderworld figures they seek are also gay.

30 Savage Conquest Young Luis, aristocrat and Conquistador is about to meet his match and perhaps master in the form of Amylzitapek, King of the Mayans and portrait of savage beauty.

31 To Dare to be Different

Gary came out of the closet to help trap a homosexual murderer, but the city found it difficult to cope with this admittedly gay cop.

32 The Daemon Black Mass and Phallic Worship with a different twist.

33 The Jocks An exciting glimpse of what really goes on in the locker room between pro athletes.

34 Behind The Badge

From vice cop to victim, a based-on-truth expose on the T-room trade.

35 The Slasher

A savage homosexual murder … the most terrifying crime since Jack the Ripper!

36 Yesterday's Closet He came from Keith's wilder days gone by, shaking the foundations of his settled lifestyle.

37 Brother of the Wind

A race to win and a more than brotherly love, keep Jim Smith more than busy.

38 Garden of Cruel Delights Torture of The Inquisition is the backdrop for a classical tale of ill-fated love.

39 The Pride and the Power Drake Michaels, a construction worker accused of jailbait sodomy stands to lose in a hostile community.

40 Eden Reconsidered One lost day in one man's life when he finds his true Love of Man.

41 The Heisters A successful bank robbery — the bouty is two hunky hostages.

42 Pharoah's Champion

Man among men, and lover of the most powerful figurehead in the known world.

43 The Wild Side

Jealousy and greed join talons to toss a handsome youth adrift into White Slavery.

44 The Coke Runners Death and the underworld stalk Phil Carter, double agent sworn to avenge a fellow agent's death.

45 Dark Brotherhood

Could a manuscript summon powers so great they enslave the entire male population of a small community?

46 The Price of Pride

Corrupt fellow officers out to get Gary Brannon-gay cop!

47 Power Play Gay agent Greig Hallman in a desperate race seeking the evidence linking the CIA with The Mob.

48 Murder One

A dead homosexual and a coming-out cop start this exciting case.

49 Cod Pieces Above and below decks — they're all after young Master Charles.

50 Blackmailed! The suicide of his beloved roommate was just too pat for Clint.

51 Cock Ring

Fortunes are lost and men are broken in this losing battle of sex play.

52 No Time to Care

Gay doctor Ian Anderson trapped between power and position.

53 The Executioner

Set in paradise, a deadly search for a blood thirsty man.

54 Rough Ridin' Ken Anderson is thrown into the prison world of man-to-man sex.

55 A Rich Man's Closet

On top of the financial world and locked in by his terrible secret.

56 Asphalt Cowboys Big-rig jockeys … they keep 'em goin' and they keep 'em comin' …

57 The Other Side of Love Straight, sedate and married — Russ never realized he could fall for another guy.

58 Shootout in Cheyenne They killed Billy, Jay's intimate partner, and he's gunning for justice — and revenge!

59 The Secret of the Phallic Stone Mysterious Deaths and covert homosexual love plague our top-secret projects.

SPECIAL REPORT; JOHN RECHY REVISITED 0

As I happened to be living abroad in 1963, I was not immediately privy to the astonished furor created stateside upon Grove Press's publication of John Rechy's convention-shattering City of Night. Its impact reached me secondhand, by degrees , first through letters from friends, then in continental magazines aimed at expatriots like me, and finally when copies of the book appeared in left bank bookstalls.

In retrospect, I feel fortunate to have been introduced in Rechy in this leisurely fashion, as I believe it has afforded me the "opportunity" of evaluating his oeuvre uninfluenced by the devastating effect either of its once-scandalous subject matter or the distracting persona of its creator. But that knock of opportunity , as always, was on the door of danger - a circumstance, significantly, not unfamiliar to author / hustler Rechy himself . For, to John Rechy, hazard has ever been the holiest of assholies, symbolic symptom of his lifelong love / hate affair with death. Three years ago, proclaiming that the concept of suicide "has molded my life," he self-consciously announced his conception "of things going on and on until I don't want them to anymore. Then, they can be stopped. Finally, that's the only freedom you have … the freedom to die.'

The direct act of suicide being, however, more farcical than tragic - one precludes all possibilities of observing its desired denouement - the Dark Angel is accordingly courted in a variety of indirect ways: smoking cigarettes, leaving seatbelts unfastened, jaywalking, abusing drugs, or, as in Rechy's case, continuing to hustle. These are all essentially abrogations of self-responsibility, flirting with the fatefully fatal vagaries of outside forces.

Periodic forays into L.A.'s familiar hustler hangouts, fraught with threats of the violent unknown, are well-publicized elements of the Rechy lifestyle, a successful hustle being vital to the confirmation of this existence. Rechy defines himself in terms of physical desirability ("I rely on appearance"), and rejection is a form of dying to which he compulsively exposes himself. To be ignored is to be in a state of nonbeing (Lawrence of Arabia, with whom John Rechy shares more than just a few superficial traits, also had an overwhelming need to flaunt anonymity

— Rechy insistently keeps his Los Angeles telephone number listed, albeit sans ad- dress).

Rechy also ("deliberately") adopts - validly - that "a lot of people are attracted to it, and the narcissism in me loves the adoration and adulating and submission." Consequently, he costumes himself in dark, tight shirts, blue jeans and boots, "seeming to radiate the sinister aura of a street hoodlum." (The di- chotomy between this aspect of his personality and a narrow-minded bias against S and M — "the most negative aspect within the gay world" — has not, apparently occurred to the man who also asserts "I believe in total freedom.") His substitute of the man who al relentless refusal to reveal his real age is another aspect of the total impersonation . Most significant in this respect is his conjoining of two separate words into the single "youngman," as if the meaning of each were somehow diminished when used individually.

The underlying philosophy to the above would therefore seem to be the strangely dated (1950) motto of Nick Romano in Willard Motley's Knock on Any Door: "Live fast, die young, and have a good-looking corpse." As Rechy is now closer to 40 than 30, the realization of this goal, at least as he comprehends it, is hardly a viable possibility in 1977.

From the time he started writing seriously, Rechy has only produced a full-length work approximately every four years. City of Night was begun in 1959 and The Sexual Outlaw just now published, with Numbers, This Day's Death, The Vampires, and The Fourth Angel interspersed between the two. With the exception of The Sexual Outlaw (pretentiously subtitled "A Non-Fiction Account , with Commentaries, of three Days and Nights in the Sexual Underground"). all are designated "novels."

It is commonplace to ascribe autobiographical elements to works of fiction, especially those first novels written, as was City of Night, in the first person. But John Rechy is on record as literally (if not literarily) having "dredged up" his own feelings, that City of Night began as a letter … telling … my experiences during Mardi Gras. Numbers … after I . spent every day in Griffith Park counting sexual encounters. This Day's Death … after I was busted." Such facts can only but add to the perils a critic faces when attempting to view Rechy's output solely on internal merits, and why feel my introduction to it particularly felicitous.

What, then, as literature has Rechy wrought? On the positive side, he has unveiled to a broad segment of society a sordid slice of American life formerly in the cognizance of only a comparative few. As such, he may well have played a seminal role in the ensuing Gay Liberation movement, a role which has largely gone unrecognized. (Ten years after the appearamce of City of Night he modestly declared about the movement, "I am for it. It has done so much good. It's already helped overcome some of the straight world's prejudices," with nary a mention of his own substantial contribution.)

However, aside from these predicta- bly disposed to react positively (Christo- pher Isherwood, James Baldwin, Herbert Gold), thoughtful critics incline to be something less than kind when it has come to objective analysis of the Rechy literary talent. After conceding, for example, "there can be little doubt that City of Night should have been published ," the most positive elements that New York Times critic Peter Buitenhuis could find were its "ring of candor and truth" - comments more appropriate to subject matter than to style. (A full decade later, Rechy, still rankling, recalled critical reaction as "a horror," taking a cheap shot at one critic as a "closet queen" and "tacky old man," the ultimate epithets of a writer who is an up-front gay haunted by the spectre of aging.) It could be convincingly argues that

Rechy said it all in his first novel, the others being but muffled echoes, thematically bankrupt (emptiness, aging, nar- cissism, death) and peopled with charac- ters as thin as the fleeting shadows that slip in and out of the alleys, street corners and bushes of what comprise, to him, the most congenial of worlds. Situations tend to become as annoyingly repetitive as is the act of servicing a baleful hustler ("I don't do anything") itself. One searches the pages of his books largely in vain for glimmers of hope, touches of warmth, moments of humanity. Wheras Proust sifted his experiences through an artistic sensibility, Rechy has spurted his through a couple of hyperactive balls.

In one breath he claims to be a In one breath he claims to be a very careful” writer rewriting “up to twelve different times,” yet in the next breath crows that Numbers (“a book I feel very close to”) was written “in exactly three months.” And this, the ny Rio"), is the most amorphously con- structed, despite his own belligerent claims to the contrary. Finally, the snip-and - paste structure of The Sexual Outlaw demonstrates almost utter contempt for the discipline of basic craftmanship.

But a curious resistance to discipline is Rechy's unacknowledged Achilles heel. Its evidence are the aborted screenplays (Numbers, primarily), arid stretches between actual accomplishments, unrealized projects (Autobiography, a Novel, for example, or the "biography" of Andy Warhol, with Gerard Melanga, grandiosely entitled Narcissism Madness Suicide: The Andy Warhol World as Experienced by Gerard Malanga and Re-Created through John Rechy), and the inability to aban- don the ego-feeding - and time-consum- ing - life of a street hustler.

The proper study of man, after all, is mankind, not just one of its more unconventional representatives.

-Ed Franklin Editor, Arts and Entertainment

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To the best of DRUMMER'S knowledge, all of these bars are still alive and living in Leather. If you can keep us informed of openings and / or closings of Leather Bars in your area … or let us know what we have missed - it will keep us all informed of where the Leather action is.

ALABAMA DOTHAN

The Upstairs … 314 N. Foster

ARIZONA PHOENIX

Ramrod … 395 N. Black Canyon Rd.

CALIFORNIA

ARCADIA (off 210 Fwy)

Long Branch … 131½ E. Huntington Dr.

GARDEN GROVE

SADDLE CLUB…8192 Garden Grove THE IRON SPUR … 11066 Garden Grove

LOS ANGELES / HOLLYWOOD Bunkhouse … 4519 Santa Monica Detour … 1087 Manzanita … 1170 N. Western Ave. 1170 . FALCON'S LAIR … 742 N. Highland Ave.

FALCON'S LAIR … Jaguar … LARRY'S . 5414 Melrose Ave. LEATHERMAKER . 2518 Sunset Blvd. Manhandler Saloon . 2692 S. LaCienega ONE WAY . 612 N. Hoover OUTCAST . 4223 Santa Monica Plan

OUTCAST … SILVER DOLLAR SALOON 4356 Sunset Blvd.

THE SPIKE … 7746 Santa Monica Blvd. Stud … 4216 Melrose Ave.

LOS ANGELES / VALLEY Driveshaft … 13751 Victory Blvd. Farmhouse … 12319 Ventura Blvd. Frank's Buckeroo Inn . . 902 Hollywood Way The Signal … 10522 Burbank Blvd.

NORTH LONG BEACH

MIKE'S CORRAL … 2020 Artesia Blvd. STALLION … 5823 N. Atlantic Ave

PALM SPRINGS

Party Room … 67-977 Highway 111 SACRAMENTO

Montana Saloon … 7604 Fair Oaks Blvd.

SAN BERNARDINO

SKYLARK … 917 Inland Center Dr.

SAN DIEGO

BEE JAY'S … 750 Indio St.

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THE HOLE … . 2820 Lytton AMBUSH … 1351 Harrison St. BOOT CAMP … 1010 Bryant Dude … FEBE'S … 1501 Folson Federal Hotel … HOMBRE … LION PUB 2062 Divisadero Polk Gulch Saloon 1090 Post Rainbow Cattle Co. 199 Valencia RAMROD 1255 Folson Round-up 298 6th St | Round-up 298 6th St. | |----------------------------------- SAN JOSE 641 Club … Thirty West Cota … 30 W. Cota St. COLORADO DENVER

Our Den 5110 W. Colfax Triangle 2036 Broadway 1942 Club 1942 Broadway COLORADO SPRINGS Box Car (on Nevada Ave. near Air Force Acad.)

CONNECTICUT HARTFORD

Warehouse … 61 Woodbine

Rusty's Roadhouse … 1388 Thomaston FLORIDA FT. LAUDERDALE Tacky's … 2509 W. Broward Blvd. ### Brothers … Tool Room … 3604 S.W. 8th ORLANDO The Stable … 410 N. Class ST. PETERSBURG . 1305 . 410 N. Orange Blossom Trail Red Devil … 1305 Central Ave. TAMPA KiKiKi Saloon … 909 N. Tampa WEST PALM BEACH Man's Country … 506 25th St. GEORGIA ATLANTA Mrs. P's … 551 Ponce de Leon, N.W. ILLINOIS CHICAGO GOLD COAST … 501 N. Clark St. The Redoubt … Touche … MR. B's CLUB … 606 State Line KENTUCKY LOUISVILLE

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AKRON Satan's Inferno … COLUMBUS The Loft … 622 S. High St. (Upstairs) Trade Winds II … CLEVELAND Lower Landing … , 1012 Summer Court LEATHER STALLION … 2203 St. Clair Zanzibar … 1630 Payne Ave. ROCKBRIDGE Summit Lodge … Route 1, Box 296 TOLEDO THE RUSTLER SALOON . 4023 Monroe St. Open Closet … 3310 Fecor St. at Central OREGON PORTLAND Dahl & Penne's … 604 S.W. Second Other Inn … 242 S.W. Alder PENNSYLVANIA NEW HOPE pel Inn … 1 Mile West on 202 PHILADELPHIA Cartwheel Inn . Allegro … 1412 Spruce St. Cell Block … 206 S. Camac | Post Edison Hotel Bar … 135 Ninth Rathskellar … 1226 Herron Ave. TENNESSEE MEMPHIS Entree Nuit … 265 S. Cleveland