WE WENT LOOKING FOR MR. DRUMMER… was one of those nights when nothing could go wrong. The place — Dreamland — was new to many of the leathermen, the music was overwhelming , the buffet creative and plentiful, the men hot and energetic. As the two dozen contestants paraded their stuff before the enthusiastic audience, it went without a hitch. Show and tell time, when they stripped down before the crowd, just before the final balloting time, had the rapt attention of the entire 1500 man audience, who did the judging one ballot to a customer. The calibre of the contestants was topflight and the choice was hard, among other

There had been a Western Mr. Drummer chosen last winter and an Eastern one chosen the earlier summer. But this contest was to pick MR. DRUMMER for the year. To grace the pages of DRUMMER and other magazines and newspapers around the country. Backstage , the activity was frantic with

DRUMMER 8

LEATHER'S BIG CHICAGO WEEK

In almost overwhelming group of thirty-six contestants amassed on the Park West stage in Chicago in May for the third annual International Mr. Leather Contest. The contestants and the audience came from as far as Australia, England and Canada for the full weekend of activities sponsored by the Gold Coast and other Renslow Associates enterprises. There were receptions and parties at Touche, Man's Country, Gold Coast and a leather fashion show by Male Hide Leathers.

Entertainment at the contest and the Black and Blue Ball was provided by Herb & Potato, formerly of Gotham and by emcee Big Ed, as well as the dazzling contestants themselves.

Surprise winner was Marty Kiker, representing the San Francisco Brig. Second place was taken by Bill Shepherd for the Stud in Los Angeles and third went to Boyd Turner of San Francisco who was entered by Hardware products.

DRUMMER was represented by Ray Perea, Mr. Drummer '81, and has commissioned international photographer Victor Arimondi to photograph the three winners in a more private setting. These will be published in subsequent issues of DRUMMER, with the exception of the new Mr. Leather who declined to be photographed further.

2000 LEATHER 200 CONTEST

1981

Ray Perea, Mr. Drummer, makes his energetic entrance after telling of his 'coming out' and the effect it had had on his life.

New exciting clothes for the Leather man - for the Western man by the top contemporary designers are an every day event at Cellblock.

Come in and see how much money you can save and how great you can look.

It's a matter of dollars and sense!

It's a matter of good taste!

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MEMBERS ONLY:

Again Drummer looks at private groups and organizations that cater to specific interests and clientele. As in the past, we have been random in our selection. And equally, have not dis- criminated against those groups that do not hold traditional "meetings." All information is assumed to be accurate at the time of writing, and Drummer always recommends that you write for further information, rules, applications before assuming you can just up and join. We have also recapped those groups that we have mentioned in the past.

SANDMUTOPIA

DungeonMaster could be called the official newsletter of the State of Sand-official newsletter of the State of Sand- mutopia (an imaginary walled suburb of a major U.S. city devoted to male S&M), because the chapters of Sand- mutopia, a novel in progress, are printed in each issue. But DungeonMas Editor Fledermaus runs a tight ship, and caters to the informed; so don't look here for a how-to-guide for beginners. Each issue runs about 12 magazine-sized pages, well-printed and designed. Besides a featured article each issue on a single aspect of bondage, torture or specific devices, there are letters from readers, short pieces of information, book reviews, news of interest to the book reviews, news of interest to the S&M practioner, a small classified sec- tion, and a chapter of Sandmutopia. DungeonMaster is Drummer's favorite "other" publication, because of its level-headed and objective approach

Photo by Yank

S&M activities.

A sample copy of DungeonMaster is available for $2.50 from: Desmodus Publications, Box 6592, Chicago, IL 60680.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Knight is another small publication, this time catering to those with a taste for the whip, paddle and lash - on either end. We viewed issue no. 6, and noted that a subscription was set for 10 issues. There is no indication of how often Knight is published, however. This is a sixteen-page typewritten 8½x 11 incher, with fairly good photo reproduction, and is mainly a national advertising publication from individuals. There are a few short articles, a good number of letters to the editor, and some news information about particular groups and organizations. There appears to be an ongoing debate over the merits of proxy punishment be- tween a couple of the readers and the editor. A sample copy is available to non-members for $2 from: Impleat Forum, Box 630, Flushing, NY 11352. Information on membership is avail- able. The Knight members conduct gatherings in the New York City area.

DRUMMER 15

MY HEART BELONGS TO …

Daddies and Daddy's Boys is a new group of over a hundred men and their "boys," guys into daddy-oriented relationships and activities. There is a yearly membership fee, which includes a name tag (either Daddy or Daddy's Boy), a monthly newsletter, and invitations to gatherings called "Come to Daddy's House" held every month. The organization also has T-shirts for their members. While this is too new a group to say too much about, it sure sounds like fun.

Write for information to: Daddies & Daddy's Boys, 3622-B Sixteenth St., San Francisco, CA 94114.

HI-TECH GAYS

LGAES is not a sexual organization (but being a partly-social one, if you've ever wanted to fuck with a nuclear physisist - then this is the place to be), but an interesting and we think impor- ant gay group. LGAES stands for Lesbian and Gay Associated Engineers and Scientists. Started by Californian Ed- ward Sebesta, LGAES was obviously an idea who's time had come, because membership skyrocketed. It seems there are a lot of working state-of-the-art gays out around.

The organization has a newsletter, conducts a job placement referral service, lobbies for non-discrimination in hiring and practices among the American scientific institutes, and con- ducts a lot of social activities. Whatever ducts a for of social activities, whatever your preconception of scientific-types might be, we think LGAES will surprise you. This is a hard-working, intelligent, very vocal and well organized group. They have a steady tra of not taking any shit from stuffy conservative science and research types. LGAES has a pamphlet about their organization available by writing to: LGAES, Box 70133, Sunnyvale, CA 94086.

A related group has formed in Los Angeles, although primarily a social organization. They are: LAGS (Los Angeles Gay Scientists), Box 39582, Los Angeles, CA 90039.

SOURCES

The Leather Fraternity / The Drummer Club, 1550 Folsom, San Francisco, CA 94103.

Intefchain, Box 410, 132 West 24th St., New York, NY 10011. (USA office)

Slave Trader, Box 253, Naperville, IL 60540. (information in Drummer no. 41).

The Toilet. Write to: John Hole, 433 Douglas Street, San Francisco, CA 94114. (Drummer no. 41).

Holiday Bulletin, Box 1208, Minnea- polis, MN 55440. (information in Drummer no. 41).

Black & White Men Together. Write to: BWMT, 279 Collingwood, San Francisco, CA 94114. (Drummer no. 41). SMADS, Box 712, Old Chelsea Station, New York, NY 10113. (Drummer no. 41)

Foot Fraternity, Box 3385, San Francisco, CA 94119. (Drummer no. 41). Rear Frenchmen of America. Write to: RFA, Box 537, New York, NY 10013. (Drummer no. 43).

Challenge, Box C-25, 323 South Frank- lin No. 804, Chicago, IL 60606. (Wrestling Club. Information in Drummer no. 43.)

WS Correspondence Club. Write to: Tom Boire, 1874 Union St., San Francisco , CA 94123. (Drummer no. 43). Footmen. Box 741, New York, NY 10274. (Drummer no. 43.)

IT'S DRUMMER

Some of the most exciting and creative artwork currently being done finds its way to us via posters. Last year DRUMMER ran a spread on the posters found in bars and clubs with an entry by Zach, for Swap Meat in Los Angeles, given the big treatment. We have been receiving more and more posters since then, with the assumption that the poster spread was to be a regular event. And why not?

Businesses, clubs, organizations from all over the world are invited to send a copy of their posters for consideration. Those we deem the tops in their field will find their way to the pages of DRUMMER. The artist will receive an award of excellence. The sponsor, whose poster it is, will get a full page devoted to it, which is the equivilent of a full page ad in DRUMMER and that is worth probably more than the cost of the original poster, we hope.

The dozen or so runners-up will be given appropriate space and if any of the winning designs are available by mail from their creators, that will be duly reported as well.

Get your posters to us immediately, preferably rolled to keep them in better condition for reproduction. Afterwards, the posters themselves will probably find their way to a permanent position on the walls of the DRUMMER KEY CLUB or DRUMMASTER to continue to be seen by leathermen from all over.

We'll send you one of ours to return the favor.

SEND YOUR ENTRY TO DRUMMER, 15 HARRIET ST., SAN FRANCISCO, CA 94103

I was eighteen that summer, just out of high school. All my money was tied up for college in the fall; there was not even enough left over for bus fare to Los Angeles. But I wanted to visit someone there.

I decided to hitchhike. My father ranted and raved. My mother said she wouldn't be able to sleep at night. I told them I sure as hell wasn't going to stay in Austin all sum-

It took me three days to get out of Texas. I looked at the map I was carrying and started to worry. The desert looked awfully wide, and my roll of bills had already grown appreciably thinner.

I was standing at a truckstop outside Clovis, New Mexi-co . There was a cafe, a bar, a motel. It was three in the afternoon. The temperature was 97. I stood about a hundred yards down the highway from the motel, duffel bag beside me, with my thumb hooked.

I had showered and changed into a fresh white T-shirt at the truckstop — the shirt I had been wearing since morning was soaked with sweat, and I figured I'd have better luck keeping a ride if I didn't smell like a horse.

My hair was pretty short back then, black and wavy. My skin stays dark all year round, so the sun wasn't frying me. I was singed, but not burned. The sun had cleared my forehead and cheeks, and bleached the sparse hair on my forearms. For a change I was wearing underwear. Without them, the crotch of my jeans got visibly wet from the sweat pouring off my balls and down the crack of my ass. A big truck pulled out of the parking lot and wheeled onto the highway. The cab was high off the ground; I couldn't see the driver as the truck pulled closer. But I guess he saw me.

His name was Bill, and he had graduated a year ahead of

There was a low rumbling as the truck shifted down a gear, then the hiss of brakes. The truck slowly passed me and stopped about twenty yards down the road. I grabbed my bag and ran to the cab.

The driver opened the door from the inside and reached out to grab my hand. His arm was strong; he practically lifted me into the cab. The first thing I saw of him was his hand — a big hand with thick fingers, a little grime under the nails — and the back of his broad forearm, thickly muscled and covered with dense, dark blond hair. I stared at his forearm as it twisted to show the underside, where the flesh was pale and long veins ran over the muscles. His wrist was thick and solid. was in the seat then, glancing up to his flexed bicep and the single vein bisecting it, then at the subtle smile on his face.

He had blond hair streaked with a darker blond, hanging tousled and windswept over his ears and onto the back of his neck. He had about ten day's growth of beard; its color matched the darker blond of his hair, and his eyebrows. He had narrow eyes, long eyelashes, and a smooth broad nose.

He didn't say anything as he started the truck into mo- tion again, and I settled my bag in the grimy, tool-littered floorboard. The cab smelled of motor oil, tobacco, spilled beer

He stared at the road. I stared at his profile - the wild hair, the proud nose, the curves of his finely shaped lips amid the stubble. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, red and white plaid. It was a summer shirt, untapered and made of thin cotton - I could see the clinging undershirt beneath , defining his true shape: a broad chest with two big swells of hard muscle hanging over the narrow band of his midsection. A brown western belt cinched his waist. His pants were cowboy jeans, boot-out, tight above the knees. His muscular ass and thighs, pressed flat against the seat, looked about to burst the heavy seams. He was wearing heavy looking lace-up boots. I watched his feet move on the clutch and gas pedal -

And his arms, one working the long, ball-topped stick shift, the other controlling the big, freestanding steering wheel. I guess a man gets strong arms and shoulders from fighting that wheel for ten hours a day, keeping two tons on a steady course. His arms were hairy and knotted with muscle, almost coarse looking. Every movement produced a ripple somewhere.

He told me his name was Reed. I told him mine was Alan, I said I was headed for Los Angeles. So was he.

"Well, you keep up your end of the conversation and don't be a pain in the ass, and who knows, maybe I'll get you all the way there." He smiled, and I realized that needling me was his way of being friendly.

Neither of us was very talkative. The day was too hot. My T-shirt was already wet in the pits. Reed concentrated on driving. I watched the flat New Mexican scrubland and the bands of mountains scattered here and there on the horizon. Occasionally I glanced over at Reed, noticing things I had not noticed at first glance. Like the fact that his left arm was darker than the right, more exposed to the sun from the window. His eyes were green, the green of a tabby cat's eyes. His face was weather-lined, but young. I figured he was in his late twenties.

I also noticed - couldn't help but notice, because his pants were so contoured to his crotch, and he kept reaching casually down to scratch it — that there was a lump the size of a Big Mac between his thighs. I finally stared at it outright , trying to figure out what was balls and what was cock. All I could tell was that something massive and thick was trapped inside his jeans at the point where all the seams met.

The fact that he looked to be hung like a horse didn't start my mouth watering. Not yet. At eighteen I didn't have any definite preferences about sex — except that I was pretty sure I preferred men. I was no size nut. I really hadn't been close enough to that many cocks; one was the same as any other. There was only one cock, other than my own, that I had really experienced. Its owner was my reason for going to LA. me and gone off to USC on a track scholarship. We had been close friends from childhood; our parents knew each other, we went to the same church, snuck out of the same Sunday school classes, went hiking together every fall in the hills around Austin. I played quarterback on the football team to his tight end.

Off the field the positions were reversed. I was Bill's tight end. That's what he started calling me, after the first time.

We began sucking each other's cock when I was a sophomore and Bill was a junior. That's about all we did for a year or so. Then, the summer I was sixteen and he was eighteen, Bill talked me into letting him put his cock up my ass. He wasn't particularly big (though I didn't have any standards of size then), about like me, six inches - but it hurt like hell that first time.

I didn't stop him though, and I tried to enjoy it. By that time I had developed a first class crush on Bill. He was one of the stand outs in the school, an early bloomer - tall, handsome, blond, a star athlete, good in his studies, my older sex buddy. I would have done just about anything for him. I got through that first fuck, thinking how strong and beautiful Bill was, and how much he wanted to take my cherry.

After that first time, things changed between us. It was like his cock in my ass had changed me into a fag - that's what Bill thought, I guess — but he was still the All-American stud. Like he had taken a part of my manhood away from me and added it to his own. He started acting real macho when we were alone - swaggering, scowling, keep a tight lip. All of which made me more infatuated with him, and more submissive and eager to please him. We were assuming roles, something I was too unsophisticated to fully grasp.

Bill stopped sucking me after that. He was the one who showed his hard white cock, and I was the one who got on his knees and sucked. He wouldn't even touch my cock. If I wanted to come, I had to beat off, while he stood over me with his cock in my mouth. He became more aggressive about it, too, telling me how to do it — "Suck harder, man." "Slow and easy, Alan." "Eat me, buddy. Eat your big buddy's meat." Or taking over when he felt like it, holding me by the ears and pumping his hips, fucking my face. Sometimes he even called me names - cocksucker, faggot. His tight end. That was the worst part, the names.

It was all very different from the gentle, mutual sucking of the year before. Bill was the horny stud, I was the kid who took care of his dick. A lot of it bothered me, but I was crazy about him. I even let him screw my ass six or seven more times that year. I never really got off on it, but

I wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

We were still friends as well as sex partners. He didn't lord it over me except when we were alone, and he was horny. Still, I went thorugh a lot of shit for Bill. I had lost interest in girls about the time I took up with him. He kept his regular girlfriend, a big busted brunette cheerleader. Everbody knew Kathy was letting him fuck her. I was crazy with jealousy, and that made me all the more anxious to be what Bill wanted.

Then Bill graduated and left for California, and I spent my senior year masterbating and thinking about him. We wrote each other occasionally - nothing intimate, and no substitute for having his lean, hard body above me on the nights I lay in my room and beat off for hours. When I graduated I called him and asked if I could come visit. He said yes.

The week I spent getting ready was full of fantasies. Bill would open the door, smiling. I would step inside and throw off my duffel bag. Then he would take me in his arms and kiss me - for the first time, because we had never kissed. He would undress me, and when I was naked, he would push me to my knees. I would look up at his face, so happy to be back — he would take out his cock and tell me to suck it. I could close my eyes and see it. After such a long time apart, he would want to reclaim my ass. I could tell him, honestly, that no one else had had it, as I walked naked to his bed to lie face down, spreading my legs for his

cock…

It wasn't really Bill's cock I was lusting for. It was Bill. His cock was just the part of him that he gave me to love.

Now, riding in the cab of Reed's rig, thoughts hovering between Bill and the big man beside me, and the sun-bleached New Mexican flatlands, I noticed Reed's basket and stared. It was curiousity more than anything else, I didn't know yet what a man and his cock could do to me. Bill had taught me about being in love. Reed would teach me about something darker and deeper.

Bill didn't fade from my thoughts as I studied the blond truckdriver. In my slight experience, Bill and sex were the same thing; I couldn't think of one without the other. As I looked at Reed, so big and silent, and so close I could smell his body, I felt Bill's hands in my hair, and Bill's strong thighs pressed against my face.

I was too shy to send any signals to Reed, and probably too naive to pick up any signals if he was sending them to me; but I think he was as cool as I remember. I sat there with the constant hard-on only an eighteen-year-old can maintain, woozy and horny from the desert heat, trying to keep my hands off my crotch - and Reed drove, hardly noticing me.

I looked down at the boner outlined in my pants, and saw how small it looked compared to the soft bulge in his. He kept reaching down to grope himself — his crotch was itchy with sweat like mine, I guess — and that made me want to touch him there, to explore the difference for myself.

Then I noticed the diamond ring on his left hand. I sank inside.

Reed glanced over. He smiled. I felt like I had to say something to cover how turned on I was, and distract him from the hard-on down my pants leg.

'That's some wedding band," I said.

He looked puzzled, then glanced at the ring and laughed. "Shit, that's no wedding ring. No woman gonna tie me down 'til I'm too old to hit the road and take my pussy where I find it. That's my security ring. My daddy always said, Reed, invest some money in a ring, so you'll always have something on your person to pawn. Claims that's what saved his skin one time when he got his rig stolen in Oklahoma. I've never had to use it, but I do like daddy told me to."

I just nodded.

After a couple of hours, Reed pulled the rig over in the middle of nowhere. He said he was busting to take a leak and couldn't wait for the next stop. He left the engine running, got out and walked around to my side of the truck.

I tried to sit still, but my curiosity got the better of me. I poked my head out the window and looked down at him, hoping for a look at his cock.

I couldn't see much - then Reed looked up and saw me staring.

I must have had a strange look on my face; certainly the look he shot back at me was odd enough. He turned his hips toward me, still pissing, and I caught a glimpse of the big thing he held in both hands before I jerked my head back inside, hot with embarrassment.

After a few moments the driver's door opened. I was going to keep my eyes straight ahead, but from the corner of my eye I saw that something had changed.

Reed had taken off the cotton shirt. He balled it up and tossed it on the seat between us, then settled back to start rolling again.

I tried not to look. He seemed as straight as they come, and I was always afraid that men could see through me to the cocksucker Bill had made out of me. But after a few minutes I began stealing hungry glances.

I could see the whole length of his arm now, the way the muscles flowed up and crescendoed in his brawny shoulders and neck. I glimpsed the wispy dark hair of his armpits , frazzled with heat and leaking streams of perspiration down his sides, and the curly dark blond hair that showed above the low neck of his A-shirt. The fabric clung to his moist flesh, molded tight to the twin mounds tipped by nipples that pressed like shallow cones against the cloth. The shirt had pulled free of his pants and rode in tight folds over the contours of his stomach and lower chest. A single ridge of abdominal muscle was exposed in the gap between his belt and the hem of his shirt.

He glanced over and saw me staring at that naked strip of skin; saw too, I'm sure, how quickly I looked away. "Too hot for that damn shirt," he said.

I thought - I hoped - that he was teasing me. But if he was, the message was going straight over my head.

The heat and the tension made me groggy. I dozed, dreaming something about naked muscle and dark blond hair and thighs framing my face, until Reed's knuckles, poking my ribs, awakened me.

"Hey, you were starting to snore," he said.

I blinked my eyes. "Oh. Sorry.

Then I realized that my right hand was in my lap, closed around the bulge of my erection. I snapped it away, wondering if he had awakened me because I was starting to get carried away - and worrying about talking in my sleep.

"If you're awake now, why don't you reach in that glove compartment and find me the route map, the one that says A on it."

I opened the compartment door and searched through the crumpled receipts, half-used matchbooks and empty Marlboro packs. I also noticed a couple of well-thumbed paperbacks.

Any teenage male can recognize a porno book ten feet away. They come in solid colors. One of these was green and the other hot pink. I held my breath and turned them so I could read the spines, hoping to uncover a secret. But the titles told me what I didn't want to know; my vague fantasies about Reed hit the basement

The green book was called His Oriental Slavegirl. The pink was Truckstop Whore, with the subtitle, "They Tied Her Up and Took Her Three Ways." I shoved them to the back of the compartment and hurriedly found the map.

Reed checked the route and saw that we were only a half hour away from the Mountain Rest truckstop outside of Santa Fe.

"That's the end of my day," he said. "I'm gonna eat at the diner and take a room at the motel for the night. You got enough money to split the room with me?"

I nodded, and felt my pulse quicken.

"Well, you seem to be an alright kid, even if you are a little quiet, and I get tired of these long days on the road alone. If you wanna go all the way to LA with me, we can probably work something out."

"Yeah, thanks man. That'd be a big help to me."

He looked over and grinned at me, and scratched his crotch.

We reached the truckstop. Reed parked and put on his shirt, then we went in to eat.

When we finished dinner, I looked through my duffel bag for my money roll. It was gone.

It must have been stolen that morning, before Reed picked me up. I tried to think back and figure out how it had happened, but I was so angry I couldn't concentrate. "What's wrong?" Reed asked.

"Oh, shit. Somebody robbed me. Must have been back in — whatever the hell that fucking truckstop was called. Back in Clovis." I shook my head. "What am I gonna do now? I don't even have enough cash to pay for my meal."

Reed sat back and folded his arms. I could tell by the

After a moment he leaned forward and touched my forearm. "Look, don't sweat it, kid. Not tonight, anyway. I'll take care of the check. And I'd be paying for the room anyway. Hey, cheer up. Smile for me."

I tried, It wasn't too hard, with his big hand still resting on my forearm.

He paid at the cash register. I wanted to use the change in my pocket - all I had left - to cover the tip, but Reed wouldn't hear of it.

I waited outside the motel office while he got the room. He said a single rate would be cheaper than a double, so we ended up in a room with only one bed. I prepared myself

for the excitement - and the frustration - of sleeping

We put our things away. Reed said he wanted to hit the bar at the cafe for a couple of drinks before he went to bed, and invited me along. I was flattered that he would want my company, but I wouldn't have felt right having him buy my drinks; I said no. He suggested I hit the show- a tacky print over the bed, and at the far end of the room, a recess with a dresser and mirror, a closet with sliding doors, and a bathroom tucked in the corner. I took a long hot shower and tried to forget that I was hundreds of miles from home with only four quarters and a dime in my pocket . Tonight, at least, I had a full stomach and a roof over my head. And I was with Reed. He made me feel protected and taken care of. And he was beautiful.

After the shower I put on a fresh pair of undershorts and paced the room, horny and bored, but afraid to start jacking off in case he came back. I parted the curtains and looked across the parking lot, where I could see the bar and another row of motel rooms.

The door to the bar opened. Reed stepped out. He held the door open. A woman with long dark hair followed him out.

They walked down the row of rooms, talking and laughing. I felt a stab of envy, like I had always felt about Bill and Kathy. I couldn't stand it if I was going to have to lie awake and think about Reed and the brunette in her motel room, his big cock shoved hard and deep up her cunt, while I was stuck with just my fist for company.

They stopped at one of the rooms. The brunette took her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. Reed tried to follow her inside, but she pressed her hand against his big chest and stopped him. They stood in the open door, talking and kissing. Finally she slipped inside, leaving

Reed alone on the doorstep.

I watched him slap his fist angrily against his thigh, then turn to cross the parking lot. I let the drapes fall shut and got on the bed.

After a few seconds the lock rattled and the door swung open. Reed muttered something about "fucked-up wo- men." He said it to himself, not to me, so I didn't answer.

He noticed me on the bed and gave me a friendly smile. "Don't ever bother to buy her a drink if she's got a wedding ring on her finger," he said. I just looked at him blankly, then reached for the chamber of commerce magazine on the bedside table.

"I'm gonna wash up now, okay?"

"Sure," I said.

He started stripping, right in front of me. I watched him over the top of the pages. First his boots and socks; then he peeled off the tight, sweaty jeans, molded to his skin like warm plastic.

He unbuttoned the red and white cotton shirt and shrugged it off. Then he turned his back to me as he pulled the clinging undershirt over his head, and pushed his underwear over his thighs to drop to the floor. knotty with muscle and veins. The cheeks of his ass, like his pecs, pushed out big and round. Not a trace of fat; the skin looked smooth and hard as marble. From the waist down he was creamy white.

From the waist up he was only slightly tanned, except for his brown arms, the left one darker than the right. His back was broad in the shoulders, narrow in the waist, di- vided into two rippling planes by the deep, silky crease down his spine. There were two dimples in the small of his back, just above the abrupt flare of his buns.

He walked toward the bathroom, and for an instant I saw him in profile — the opposing thrusts of his pecs and ass, the width of his arms and legs above and below the incredibly thinness of his waist. And my second glimpse of the thick ropy muscle that swung between his thighs.

I heard the water start running. Steam billowed from the bathroom - he had not bothered to close the door. I threw the magazine on the floor and turned over on my stomach. I gripped the top edge of the mattress and pressed my body against the bed, closed my eyes and thought about him naked in the shower, slick with soap. I ground my hips into the mattress. I could still hear the shower running, and felt safe to fall into a steady rhythm of rubbing my whole body against the bedspread, making my hard cock feel good inside my undershorts. I shut my eyes tight and imagined a cock before my face. I parted my lips and made a moan to help the fantasy

Suddenly I felt his hand on my back.

He had returned to the bedroom - forgotten something, I guess. I froze, horribly embarrassed that he had caught me that way. My whole backside must have flushed red. I wondered how long he had been watching me, and if he could tell somehow that I was thinking about him. I kept my eyes closed and my face hidden in the pillows.

Then his other hand was on my backside, pressing against the thin cotton. "Don't stop on account of me," he said in a low voice. I caught a whiff of the bourbon on his breath. He pressed his hand rhythmically against my buns, and I understood that he wanted me to keep humping the bed. Slowly, heart pounding, I rubbed my groin against the mattress. My cock seemed to have grown more sensitive with his hands touching me, and the pleasure took over my inhibitions. I masturbated against the bed, faster and harder as he held me down and squeezed my buns.

Then he grabbed the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled them down to bare my ass. The elastic caught on the bottom edge of my cheeks and stayed there.

I became incredibly aware of my exposed ass. His hand returned. The calloused palm brushed softly over my naked cheeks as they tightened and flexed. Then I felt the solid ridge of his fingertips press into my crack, not quite touching my asshole.

It seemed to go on forever. I kept my eyes shut and hunched the bed in jerks until I was on the verge of coming. Reed stood over me, pressing me flat with his left hand between my shoulder blades while he rubbed his right over and around the slopes of my contracting ass, gingerly slip- ping his fingers into the hidden cleavage.

Suddenly his hands were gone. I heard a loud breath expelled above me, and once again smelled bourbon. He left me like that, shamelessly humping the bed with my naked ass reared up. I dared to open my eyes and caught a glimpse of him before he disappeared into the bathroom. The thing between his legs had grown even bigger. It stood out stiffly from his belly, white and smooth as a branch from a birch tree. It was the first part of his body to disappear around the corner. got under the covers and leaned against the headboard with my knees bent, fisting my cock under the tent made by the bedspread. I listened to the sound of the water rushing over his body and kept myself on the edge of shooting. I could still feel his hand on my ass, as if his touch had singed me.

The water stopped, and I froze. I listened to him drying off. Then I saw his shadow cast onto the sliding closet door opposite the bathroom.

The shadow was broad and elongated, making it look like it was cast by a giant. It emphasized the width of his shoulders and the symmetrical mass of his thighs. Then he turned sideways, and I saw his profile in shadow - a tall, lean column of a man. The shadow of his cock, like a splinter from the main body, stood out from the narrow shadow at a steep angle, long and thick.

I watched as he bent slightly at the waist - he must have been standing over the toilet - and gripped the shadow club in one hand. He stroked himself, first slowly, then faster and faster; and the shadow cast by his cock grew bigger. Then he took it in both hands, so that I could no longer make sense of the silhouette. He bent over. I heard his breath from the bathroom, ragged and short. Then a stifled moan, and I knew he was coming.

I slipped low in the bed, completely deflated. He had considered me and rejected me, preferring to use his own fist.

I pretended to be asleep when he came into the bedroom , but I watched him through barely opened lids. He had dressed in a fresh white undershirt and white underwear - I guess that was what he had come back for when he discovered me humping the bed. I wondered if he didn't ordinarily sleep in the nude, like I did, and wore

But the effect was more erotic, to me, than his simple nakedness. The A-shirt was like the one he had worn in the truck, tight and sheer. His briefs were breathtakingly small. I had never seen anything like them — I didn't know they made such sexy underwear for men. They were cut very low below his navel. I saw why his basket rode so high and compact inside his jeans; the briefs barely contained his genitals, hugging them tight and firm. There was a bulge in the front like two clenched fists. In back, the briefs couldn't contain his ass. The waistband managed to hide the beginning of his crack, but the bottom third of each meaty cheek was exposed. The hem of his shirt and the top of the briefs didn't meet. A circular strip of flesh showed two inches above and below his navel. The fair skin looked dark, framed by the clean white cotton.

I must have convinced him I was asleep. At least he acted as if I were. He flicked off the light and joined me in the bed.

I lay quiet and stiff until I heard him snoring softly. Then I slipped out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.

I closed the door and turned on the light.

There were gobs of his come still clinging to the underside of the raised toilet seat. I clutched the erection inside my shorts and scooped up a string of the stuff with my fingers. I stared at it till my eyes hurt, thought about the man it had come from and the cock I still had barely seen. I put my hand to my mouth and licked up the cool, congealed semen.

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Bill's come had always had a bitter tang that made me choke. Reed's tasted strong and smooth and rich. I dropped to my knees and licked a gob from the rim of the toilet bowl. I held it in my mouth; it melted and turned slippery on my tongue.

I switched off the light and knelt in the total darkness of the small room, holding Reed's load in my mouth, trying not to swallow, wanting to keep it there. When I had taken the full taste of it I raised both hands to my lips and let the spit and semen dribble out. I took my cock out of my shorts and smeared it with Reed's come.

Suddenly the darkness was not complete. A strip of light showed under the bathroom door. He was awake.

I froze and listened to the silence. Then a rustling sound, as if he were getting out of bed. I panicked. I stuffed my cock back inside my shorts. My heart jumped into my throat, thick as a fist. I had to do something. I scrambled to my feet, clumsily opened the door and stepped into the soft light.

I stepped around the corner and saw him, sitting up in the bed, covered by the bedspread from the waist down. The look in his eyes flustered me. I dropped my eyes to his chest, then to the bulge in the bedspread between his legs, slowly being kneaded by his hand.

He reached over and flicked off the light. The tall neon motel sign outside, alternately red and blue, penetrated the drapes and filled the room with vague, colorless light.

I stood still, letting my eyes adjust to the dimness. Then he spoke. He was like a stranger on the bed; I had never heard that boice before.

"Come here," he said.

I walked the length of the bed, miles and miles, until I stood beside the dark mass of his body.

I was dizzy suddenly. Tension, excitement, apprehension . Points of light whorled across my pupils like skittering electrons. They faded as my breath returned and my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the motel room.

The mass of Reed's torso, propped against the head- board, grew more distinct. His white A-shirt seemed to glow softly, like dying radium.

My own body radiated warmth, as if the heat of the day, baked into my muscles, was escaping through the skin. stood beside the bed, trembling in the knees, and looked down at him.

He turned on his side and looked me up and down. He stayed half under the covers, squeezing his hidden erection through the sheets. He stared at me for a long time. Finally he spoke, in that same strange voice that made me feel as if it were a total stranger on the bed.

"take off your shorts."

I tried to take a deep breath, but my chest was tight, as if there were a band of iron around it. I slid the shorts over my thighs and down. As I bent over I felt the tip of my cock jab against my belly. I avoided seeing it, embarrassed by its hardness.

Reed stared at me, naked, shivering - with excitement, with fear. Then he reached out and took my cock in his hand. I closed my seas and moaned, hoping he would stroke it, wanting him to rub his wasted come, that I had scooped from the toilet seat and smeared over my cock, deeper into the silky flesh.

But he only squeezed it, as if he were testing the size and hardness. At the same time he squeezed his own erection through the sheets. Then he released me and leaned

Again, he stared at me, rubbing his meat. I was afraid to touch myself with him watching. So I stood, painfully aware of my nakedness and the hardness of my cock, and waited for Reed to tell me what he wanted.

I tried to look at anything but his body; but the constant , subtle kneading of his hand drew my eyes to his crotch. The curvature of his hand defined the thickness of his cock, thick as a baseball bat. I tried to see the exact outline beneath the covers, but the darkness and the folds of cloth defeated me. Then he squeezed the end of his cock and smoothed the sheet down the length, molding it over his hardness. I saw the shape and the massiveness. I gasped and looked up at his face. He was watching me to see my reaction. He smiled then, and patted the far side of the bed.

'Lie down. Here. On your belly.'

I hesitated, then began to crawl over him to take the place he indicated. But when I was above him, on my hands and knees, he stopped me with his hands and pushed me down, so that I lay across his lap with my legs over the edge of the bed. My crotch was on top of his. I felt his erection through the cloth, like an arm beneath my belly.

My ass was raised up, right under his nose. I flushed hot again - more desert heat escaping - embarrassed at being exposed like that before a fully covered man.

I grabbed the far edge of the mattress and tensed my body, hiding my face from him. Then I felt his hands on my ass. At first his touch was tentative, almost shy. He trailed his fingertips over the muscles, pressed against the firmness, laid his palms flat and spread the finters. I reacted as he had wanted me to before, flexing my cheeks and pressing my groin down - not against the bed now, but against his hard cock.

His touch grew more confident and aggressive as he took possession of my backside. Using both hands now to press the cheeks together, then pull them wide open, grab- bing handfuls of flesh and mashing, digging his fingernails into the skin, slapping gently. It hurt. It didn't hurt. I ground my crotch into his, thinking less abo groin, and surrendered to his hard hands on my ass.

He stopped for a moment. His hands left me. I heard him draw a deep breath. Another pause, Then he slapped my ass, so stinging hard that I cried out and lifted my head. My body went stiff again. Reed's fingertips played on my ass again, almost tickling. I relaxed. I felt his cock beneath me. The heat in my ass spread through the middle of my body. Soon I was hunching him again.

He drew his hand back. I clenched my teeth, knowing now what would come next. I felt my buns draw up tight like nuts on a cold day.

He took his time. My ass began to tense and relax, all on its own. Then I felt his touch, and flinched. But his hand came down softly, massaging me till I melted again.

Suddenly his arm flashed up and down. The blow, more painful for all the anticipation, made a loud crack in the darkness. I writhed across his lap, giving up to him completely .

He paused again. I waited for the next slap. Instead, he reached to the bedside lamp and switched it on.

The room seemed brightly lit after the darkness. I wanted him to turn it off, so I could feel protected and secret again - not exposed and naked, stretched over a strange man's lap and letting him beat my ass.

But he left the light on. He made me open my thighs and lift up while he pulled my cheeks apart. Then he probed the crack with his fingers and tugged at the short hairs, examining my asshole under the lamp as if he had never looked at one before. I don't think that he had ever fucked a man; but he had figured out my game and knew I would let him. But first he wanted a good look at the opening between my cheeks, before deciding to stick his monstrous cock inside.

It made me feel helpless and degraded, like it was all up to him. If he felt like sinking his meat into me, he would do it, expecting me to take whether I wanted it or not, whether it hurt or not. Something made me give in his hand stung my ass, and kept me there while he in- spected my backside. I felt the heat of the lamp on my skin - or perhaps it was the burn of his handprints.

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I felt his finger slick on my asshole - he must have wet it with his spit - and figured he was about to throw a bone up my asshole, the way that Bill sometimes did, before fucking me. But Bill had never slapped my ass. And Bill's cock was nothing like the long, thick ridge I felt throbbing through a layer of sheets and sheer nylon briefs.

At that moment I realized how badly I wanted Reed to fuck me. Bill's six inches had been enough to screw me to the locker room wall, to make me bend over and open in submission. I sensed Reed's cock, sensed it beneath my belly huge and warm. I knew it would split me open, wreck me, pound me till I was quivering meat inside, release the part of me that I loved and hated, that was groveling and submissive. At that moment, I knew how badly I wanted it. But his finger didn't enter me — he just slid it all around and over the hole, pressing gently, teasing me. Gathering more spit from his mouth and spreading it over my buns to make a loud sharp crack when he slapped. I worked my hips and ass, a little at first, then more and more as I got into it. Begging with my body the way I wasn't yet ready to beg with words. Asking him, please, to fuck me with his finger.

Suddenly he pushed me onto the other half of the bed, on my back. Then he was over me, straddling my waist with his knees. I saw only one thing, the massive relief of his hard-on, cradled sideways inside those sheer white briefs. I reached for it with both hands. My fingers closed on its giant curve. I felt its bulk and its heat through the slick nylon. I opened my mouth and sobbed.

Then I groaned in frustration as he grabbed my hands and pressed my arms down along my sides, trapping my wrists between my hips and his knees.

I looked up. I took him in with my eyes. All of him. His wild blond hair, the beard beginning on his jaw. And the look on his face - eyes narrow, lips parted, an out of it look, dangerous. And his body, rearing menacingly above me, so powerful - I was flat on my back, and the low angle of my vision accentuated the way his chest and shoulders flared up and out from his flat belly. His cock looked thick as his corded forearms - still hidden from me, just as his sculpted chest and stomach were hidden beneath the tapered muscle shirt. His clothing made me acutely aware of my nakedness again, and of my exposed cock, lying rock hard against my belly for him to see. I couldn't even cover it with my hands.

He stared at my cock - I felt it soften from embar- rassment. Then he took it in his hand, not to stroke and pleasure it, merely to examine it in the light, the way he had examined my asshole. He looked displeased and I softened more, as if my cock were cringing. I thought of what he was used to, his own cock in his hand, in both hands, and how small mine must feel to him, how little there was of it - and I wanted at least to be hard and big as possible as he weighed me in his palm.

But Reed had no interest in my cock. He lifted up for a moment, still keeping my wrists trapped by his knees, and told me to open my legs; then he stuffed my shaft, soft enough to bend now, between my thighs. "Close your legs tight," he said. "Hold it there, out of sight. Where it belongs.

Reed stared down at me, naked below him with my arms trapped at my sides and my cock hidden between my legs. His breath came ragged and heavy and a glaze fell over his eyes, making them look distant and determined. He squeezed his basket, two-handed, and blew out a sharp gasp, baring his teeth.

Then his strong hands were on my body, stroking the triangle of wiry hair above my downturned cock and the inner curve of my thighs, running over my belly and onto my hairless pecs, pulling the muscles up in generous pinches, shaping and kneading them, mashing my nipples into peaks and flicking his fingernalls over the sensitiv grown erect from his touch. I had always been self-conscious and shy about my chest, ever since my body changed in adolescence. I had been skinny as a kid, but in junior high the parts of me that had been thin and angular fleshed out in what I thought was an almost feminine way; my pecs had grown full and firm with a rounded, smooth look, and my nipples had become large and pointed, like shallow cones. Later I would learn that other men liked to touch them, especially the nipples. But they had always embar- rassed me, so obvious and large in a T-shirt, different from most of the other boys with their flat, narrow chests. Now Reed fondled my pecs, and I knew he was touching them the way he would a woman's breasts, and I flushed with embarrassment, because I wanted it. He spat into his hands and rubbed his mucous glossy and thick into the triangle of my pubic hair and all over my tits until the two mounds of muscle glistened in the light.

Reed circled his big hands around my neck and crouched low atop me - I felt the bulge of his cock press into my groin again, and his mouth on my pecs, stroking long and slick with his tongue, wetting them all over with his spit. Then his mouth moved to the tips to kiss my nipples and nip with his teeth. A good feeling spread through my chest, warm and deep, like the ache in your legs after a long run, or the satisfied feeling Bill had always left in my throat after he fucked my face. The pleasure was pierced when Reed bit the nipples - a sharp, sweet pain then, in the midst of the pressing warmth.

He bit harder and moved up to the very tips of the brown cones, till the mixture of pleasure and pain was unendurable and my body resisted on its own, twisting and bucking against his attach.

In the thrashing, my hands worked free. I grabbed his hips and sensed the power waiting there, and ran my hands up the sides of his chest. I knew he was broad and massive, but only with my eyes. I wanted to know by touch, wanted to feel his bigness. Then I took his face in both hands, wanting to pull his mouth up to mine, wanting him to kiss me, like Bill had never done, while he made love to my tits

He sank his teeth into my nipple, so hard I squealed from the pain. Then he released it and looked up at my

face. There was anger, or something that looked like anger, in his eyes. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them down, caught them again between my hips and his knees.

'Hands off, cocksucker." He growled the words. Then he laughed, I guess at the shocked expression on my face. He grabbed my hair in his fist and pushed my head back. He leaned low and flat, pressing his chest down on mine, and stared into my eyes. When he spoke, I could feel his breath on my face, still tinged with bourbon. "Yeah, I knew five minutes after I picked you up. Knew I had a genuine little cocksucker in my cab." He forced my head back and ran his fingertips over my throat and collarbone. "Yeah, I could tell by the way you kept staring at my crotch. Musta looked pretty good to you, the way you kept licking your lips and swallowing. You could tell it was a big one, couldn't you? You guys can tell just by looking, can't you?"

He squeezed my throat. "This where it goes? This where you'd like me to put it? How's a young guy like you develop such a craving for cock, anyway? How long you been sucking dick?"

He stared down at me, gently pressing my distended throat between his fingers, waiting for an answer. "I don't know," I whispered. "About three years." "Three years, huh? Musta sucked a lot of cocks in three years." "No. Not really. Just - one. One guy."

Reed ground his hips into my groin and pressed his hand over the ridge of my throat, framing it between his thumb and forefinger. "So. You suck him regular?"

I thought of Bill, of the hours I must have spent, over

"Uh huh."

"You let him come in your mouth?"

"Uh huh."

"You swallow it?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't think about Bill anymore. All I could think of was Reed, holding me down and crushing me with the weight of his muscles. Yanking my hair sharp and sudden, speaking through clenched teeth.

Reed shook his head and curled his upper lip, as if what he heard disgusted him. "He suck you back? Was he as queer as you are?"

"At first … no. Not like me. He was more like you."

Suddenly I was mad. Reed had no right to interrogate and insult me. I didn't like being called names. I hadn't liked it when Bill did it — but it had never stopped me. Bill had said things that made my ears prickle with heat - but even as he called me faggot his cock would be in front of me, sticking hard out of his jeans, slick with mucus dredged up from deep in my throat.

Reed was different. Taking his pleasure with my body—as turned on as I was, the way he handled me. But depriving me, not letting me touch him, keeping his cock out of reach - and labeling me the queer.

I caught him off guard. I wrenched my arms free and pounded my fists against his hard body. We wrestled on the bed. I wanted to hurt him, but he was too strong and solid. He just laughed at me. He cuffed my ears and shoved me around, and in a few moments I was back under him, arms trapped and chest heaving. He pushed my cock back between my legs - it was rock hard again, it hurt. Suddenly I was afraid - naked in a strange place, miles from home, breathless and sweaty beneath a man stronger than me in every way. I had never felt such helplessness. I was close to crying; I tried not to let it show on my face.

Reed smiled. "You're pretty feisty for a cocksucker."

"Shut up!" I yelled.

His smile faded and he slapped my face, just hard enough to make me obey. I felt a single tear run down the side of my face.

His smile returned, just to the corner of his mouth, twisted. "I know what would calm you down. A big pacifier . Something big and warm for you to suck on.

He sat back on his haunches, giving me a chance to catch my breath. He ran his hands over his chest, making the muscles in his arms stand out. He squared his hands around the lower edge of his pecs, making the nipples push against the taut fabric. He slid his palms over the ridges of his stomach, onto the naked strip of flesh below his navel.

Then he wrapped both hands around the ridge lying sideways in his briefs and squeezed, pumping it till I could see the exact outline within the nylon - the borad curva- ture, the veins, the head.

He peeled the briefs down, letting his cock snap free. He snagged the tight waistband beneath his balls, pushing the sack up and out to press against the bottom of his shaft. I had seen it before — he had tauntingly allowed me to see it when he pissed against the truck, when he walked naked into the bathroom - but only from a distance. Now it was exposed and hard, huge and real in the light, inches from my face. The waistband pushed it straight up, so the head rested in the indention between the second tier of muscle above his navel. I saw the whole length of it. To me, at that moment, it looked like anything but a man's dick a club, a mallet, an animal cock.

The head was big but only slightly thicker than the shaft, resting on top like a German helmet, blunt and smooth at the tip where the slit was slightly parted, leaking pearly fluid. The shaft was the same shape and width all up and down its length, like a perfectly sculpted column. It was oval in shape, except for the tube, thick as a finger, that pressed out from the underbelly. A few thick, widely spaced veins coiled around the shaft, blue-green and throbbing . The whole thing had a swollen, rubbery look, as if it would be soft to touch despite its firmness.

Everything was in symmetry. There was no blemish or hair, no knotty wrinkles of flesh on his cock. Smooth and white as marble. As if nature had decided not to be careless for once, and make a cock as perfect and powerful and huge as its owner. It was beautiful, the way a face or an

arm or an ass can be beautiful.

I wanted it. I wanted to touch it with my hands, my lips, my tongue. I wanted to taste the translucent liquid leaking from the tip and running in thin trickles all the

And I wanted it to touch me, wanted to feel it everywhere on my body - against my face, in my armpits, between my legs, lying heavy on my chest. And inside me - as far down my throat as he could force it, and up my rear end, buried deep in my guts, stretching the hole as wide as my wide open mouth.

He spat in his hand, rubbed the saliva over the head of his dick and stroked, just the last four inches. He breathed in long steady draughts. His belly contracted to show his ribcage, his chest expanded with pleasure. "Pretty, ain't it?" He looked down lovingly at his cock as he slowly stroked it. "And big, huh? About as big as they come like 'em big, don't you? That's what they say. Say you queer boys just can't get enough of a good thing. Like 'em as big as you can find 'em, right? Want that meat to cram your throat.'

I didn't answer. I was either too turned on, or too angry to speak. Angry not at him any more, but at myself, because what he waid was true. My cock was hard between my thighs, and I wanted his cock in my throat, bruising and impossibly huge.

"That guy - the one you been sucking regular for three years - he got something this big to cram down your throat?"

I stared at Reed's cock and shook my head.

"Then maybe you're not ready for it. I figure it's the kind you have to work up to. Meet a lot of whores along the highway - some of 'em pretty inexperienced I guess, 'cause I like 'em real young, about your age. It's made more than a few of 'em throw up. Yeah, lean over the bed and vomit, man, cause they couldn't take it the way I wanted, 'Course I get pretty rough sometimes." The twisted smile reappeared in the corner of his mouth.

He hawked another load of spit into his hand and stroked his cock, angling it down so it pointed straight at my face. I raised my head and opened my mouth, straining to reach it. It hovered over my belly and chest, glistening with spit.

He leaned over to turn off the lamp. The movement brought his cock a few inches closer — my lips made contact with the spongy flesh of the head. I pressed my tongue into the moist slit. His cock rewarded me with a jerky discharge . The taste was the same as the oozings I had scraped from the toilet seat. I held the tip of his shaft between my lips and sucked for more. He turned off the light and leaned back, drawing his tool out of range. I strained to follow it, mouth open and tongue curled over my lower lip.

His shaft was like oiled ivory now, bathed in the vague light of the neon filtering through the drapes. The only sound was the slick passage of his fist stroking the long

No answer. Only the sound of his stroking fist.

"Reed -

The rush of his heavy breath joined the slick crackling. "Reed," I whispered again. Plaintive. Grovelling.

"What you want, cocksucker?"

What I felt left no room in me for anger. His cock was growing larger before my eyes. The veins were swollen, casting shadows over the surface, the color of the moon. So beautiful it hurt to look at it. Better to take it out of sight,

"What you want? Cocksucker."

I gathered the strength to say it. "Please, Reed. In my mouth.'

He ran his middle finger, the one with the ring, over my lips, then around the inside between the lip and gum. He

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I didn't know if I could take it all in my throat. But I could like it all over, and I could fit the head in my mouth, I could take it when he shot. "Yeah," I said. "I wouldn't waste it. Come in my mouth. Let me swallow it, Reed -"

He silenced me by stuffing his fingers in my mouth, all four. He threw his head back and his chest expanded. He stroked faster - then began to jerk and moan. His head fell forward, eyes shut, mouth wide open. He crouched low and convulsed.

His fingers left my mouth, letting me release a sob of frustration. He cupped the palm of his hand over his cockhead , catching the long ejected ropes of semen. His face and

He rolled his eyes up and stared at me, smouldering and crazy. Then he slapped his dripping palm over my mouth. Masses of his come, thick as hawked-up gobs of spit, ran into my mouth.

He smeared his slippery fingers all around my lips, up my nose, over my chin, onto my neck, covering my face with come.

His cock kept shooting, uncontrolled by his hand. I felt it throb against my belly, felt the spidery tracers of his load splash hot on my chest. With his hand still feeding me come, he scooped the wasted ooze from my pecs, rolled off me and slid his hand between my legs to smear his come over my downturned cock.

He rubbed his greasy palm up and down over the top of my shaft, and slid his other hand into my mouth, letting me snake my tongue between his fingers to lap at the webs of fluid trapped there.

Suddenly a final, unexpected jet of semen shot from his cock and splattered onto my thigh. My body shuddered, and my cock exploded. His hand slipped down to catch my load and smear it everywhere between my legs - over my cock, my balls, the inside of my thighs and deeper, up the crack of my ass to the hole.

Now I convulsed while Reed watched with narrow, lazy eyes and held me between two hands - one hand speared between my legs, covering my cock and balls and asshole all at once, the other speared into my open mouth. As the tremors subsided, I looked into his eyes and I imagined that a ring of energy joined us, banded across his broad shoulders and down his right arm, entering me at the groin and running through my belly and chest to come out my mouth, and flow back into his hand and arm to his left shoulder. Then his hands withdrew and the ring was broken

Reed rolled onto his back, crossed his hands over his chest and closed his eyes. His cock lay across his belly. His balls, loose and empty now, hung like heavy fruit over the edge of his briefs.

His shaft looked obscene. Bloated and soft but still massive, veins distended across the loose skin, throbbing with contentment, covered with a gloss of drying spit. But no come - all his come, and mine, he had left with me.

My hands were free now. I reached over to touch it.

Soft, warm, alive.

He felt the contact and pushed my hand away with a sleepy growl. He didn't open his eyes. I slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I didn't turn on the light - not because I didn't want to bother Reed. Because I didn't want to see myself in the mirror. In the darkness I wet a hand towel with warm water and cleaned the mess between my legs and on my face. I considered rinsing my mouth, but decided I would hold his taste there as long as it would linger.

I walked back to the bedroom. Reed was as I had left him, except for his balls and cock, stuffed back inside his briefs. His breathing was even and deep. I slid between the

Suddenly I was tumbling to the floor - Reed shoved me out of the bed. He threw a pillow after me.

"I won't sleep in the same bed with no faggot," he said matter-of-factly, "Something else my daddy taught me." Then he laughed slightly, "Hell, you might molest me."

He chuckled again, while I crouched on hands and knees on the floor beside the bed, close to tears. But I didn't cry. I tried to make my mind a blank, and stay completely still. I held my breath and listened to his, easy to hear in the darkness, waiting for him to go to sleep.

His breathing settled. After a long time I was sure he was asleep. I did cry then, but just a little. Afterwards I felt better, clearheaded. I stood up and looked down at him, trying to decide what to do. I told myself I should leave. Reed despised me, his words were clear enough. I wanted to despise him, but I couldn't.

My money was gone, stolen. Getting to LA would be out of the question. Start hitchhiking then, in the middle of the night, try to make it back to Austin without eating. It was impossible. But how could I stay with Reed? How could I bear to wake up in the morning, on the floor? I suddenly saw the solution. His billfold was on the dresser. I had seen that he carried plenty of cash. A fifty would be enough to get me home.

But I couldn't take his money. It wasn't the dishonesty that stopped me. No. I felt that if I took his money and left, after what had happened, that would make me another whore, like the women he talked about.

I was too tired and upset to think any longer. I just stared down at Reed's body and his face, beautiful in sleep. I looked at the bulge inside his briefs - always a bulge there.

Very slowly, I walked around the foot of the bed to the side where he slept. I stared down at him. I dropped to my knees.

Slowly, silently I lowered my face to his crotch. A heat radiated from his cock. I opened my mouth and touched my lips to the nylon, and felt the mass of flesh inside. I pressed my tongue against it and felt warmth.

In his sleep he spread his legs and raised his hips, and his cock hardened. It moved inside the briefs. I felt its uncoil- ing with my mouth.

I pressed my face into it, wanting naked contact. I opened my mouth wide and clamped it over the width. ran my lips and tongue over it, till the cloth was dark with spit. I wanted to pull his shorts down, lick it to steel hardness and swallow it whole.

One of his balls had slipped out of his shorts - I felt it against my chin, soft and covered with silky hair. I drew back and stared at it. Then I bent down and took it in my mouth. It was big, bigger than my own two balls together. I felt it jerk inside my mouth. reached down to my cock and squeezed it with both hands. I masturbated on my hands and knees while I held

Reed's ball in my mouth.

I stroked it with my tongue, gently pressed it with my lips, worshipping it because of the taste it had put in my mouth, because it was the only part of him I could have and it was enough.

The room was very still. I squeezed my cock, as quietly as I could, afraid to break the silence. I came without a sound, shooting against the side of the bed. My body con- tracted and his ball slipped out of my mouth.

He must have been awake, at least at the end; as soon as I was through he turned onto his side, away from me. I waited again, until I was sure he slept. Then I went back to the other side of the bed, where my pillow was, and laid down on my back. I had intended to put on my undershorts, not wanting to wake up with a naked erection. But I forgot. I fell asleep almost instantly.

UN NO MORE

CHAPTER 6

By LARRY TOWNSEND

DID I SEE A GHOST OR DIDN'T I? THIS WAS THE QUEStion everyone kept asking me, and which I was still asking myself the following day. I had been a little too undone when we returned to the cottage to take Kurt up on his invitation. I simply wasn't ready for him. Instead of returning to the vil- lage as he suggested, I begged off and went to bed in the same room where I had slept the previous night. I must have been asleep when Jim crawled in beside me. Although it should have been, a time for monumental nightmares, I don't remember a thing from the moment my head hit the pillow until Alfred aroused me the next morning

And I awakened to a glorious day! Brilliant sunlight streamed through both small windows above the bed. I could smell cooking odors from the kitchen, and for the first few seconds, I felt a carefree pleasure at simply being alive. Slowly, though, the events of the night before filtered back into conscious focus, throwing a short-lived damper on my enthusiasm. But I wasn't in the castle, and ghosts don't live by daylight. I shook the momentary doubts and bounded out of bed. Jim had gotten up some time before and was waiting for me in the kitchen.

"Kurt left word for you to meet him at the lift, if you'd like to go skiing," he said by way of greeting. "But if you're going, you'd better hurry. It's almost nine o'clock."

"Is Bert up?" I asked.

Jim nodded. "We had a light snow last night. He went down the road with Kurt about an hour ago … before the plow came up. The two of them, like a pair of kids, scooting right down the center like it was a proper run."

"Kurt was here, then?" I asked.

Jim pointed to a pile of clothes on a chair in the corner, nodding his head in answer to my question. "He left those for you. There's a pair of skis outside the back door."

"How'd he get up the hill?"

Jim shrugged. "Shank's mare, I guess. First I saw of him was when I came into the kitchen." He cocked his head to one side and grinned at me ticularly disappointed not to see you. Alfred wouldn't let him waken you.'

Although Jim's manner was deliberately casual, I thought I sensed some underlying displeasure … just a shade of concern that didn't manifest itself in his words. I might have commented on it, but Alfred appeared in the doorway to the front hall, carrying a dust mop and cloth. He placed them in a cabinet beside the sink, mumbling with his back turned to us: "I wish you people would solve your mystery and permit my woman to come back to work."

"You make a lovely Hausfrau," Jim remarked, and again I had the impression that his levity was somewhat forced. I could not imagine any reason other than the general tension we all felt, so I pushed the consideration from my mind.

"I hear you saved my virtue this morning," I said brightly. "Well," Alfred replied, placing one hand on his hip and lapsing into a verbal imitation of Bernard Montgomery, "I simply cawn't tolerate such acts of perversity in my home. Terribly demoralizing to the troops, don't cha'know?" He sat with us while I wolfed down a roll and a mug of coffee. "I don't know what passed between Kurt and you evening," he added more seriously, "but I think you had better meet him.'

"Your conquest has been complete," Jim stated flatly. "Ah, so nice to be young and beautiful. Blonds do have more fun, don't they?"

As before, I sensed the pique in his tone, but I continued to ignore it. "I thought that was just Yankee propaganda," I muttered. I was more than a little flattered, I guess; pleased with myself to have overcome the open hostility with which Kurt had originally greeted me. I wasn't pausing to consider the potentials or the obvious pitfalls of rekindling these old fires. Kurt had exceeded the limits the last time, and had presumed a lover relationship far beyond the bounds of my own reciprocation. But at the moment his interest inflated my ego, and I responded more to this and to my relief at having battered down the walls of his beligerence. "How good are you on skis?" asked Alfred. "Fair," I told him.

He walked outside with me and pointed out the route I should follow, indicating the hazards so I wouldn't break my neck. The lift and main slopes were all on the far side of the village, but by following Alfred's directions I was able to avoid the houses and I came out on the road where I could flag down the tram. The hotels paid for this small shuttle bus, which made its circuit about every half hour. I found Kurt and Edgar standing on the porch outside the building that housed the lower terminus of the lift. Bert, they told me, had just gone up.

Though obviously pleased I had come, Kurt was more reserved than he had been the previous evening - possibly annoyed with me for not having gone home with him. Edgar was his usual jovial self, giving me a playful pat on the rump as he helped me onto the swaying chair. As the morning progressed , Kurt's attitude thawed a bit, though he never responded with more than a restrained smile to the horseplay and joking between Edgar and myself. But Kurt stayed close to me, even when Bert joined us and persuaded Edgar to pace him down the senior slope. Although I was competent enough on skis, I was far less skilled than my three companions. By rights, Kurt should have gone with them. I even asked him if he didn't have students or classes or something, but he assured me "it had all been taken care of."

The exercise and play made a break from our problems, which seemed largely forgotten, at least momentarily put aside. A couple of times, I thought Edgar was about to say something to me, but it seemed he was always interrupted by Kurt's arrival. It brought to mind my friend's previously possessive attitude, and reiterated the potential danger of letting our affair resume its former status. That Edgar might have wished to communicate something beyong a suggestion for a little fun and games did not occur to me. I sensed his attraction and I took this as reciprocation of my own poorly concealed interest. I would make a scene with him when and if the opportunity presented itself; I attached no significance to his actions beyond these parameters.

Bert was considerably more relaxed than I had seen him since my arrival. He raced me once and lost, suggested a second go and outdistanced me so badly I took my only bad spill of the day, trying to keep up with him. It was shortly after noon when this happened, and after I picked myself up I realized I had twisted my ankle. It wasn't a bad sprain by any means, but just enough to end my skiing for the day. I joined my uncle at the lodge, where we sat outside with cips of hot chocolate, watching the many people who sped down the trails. Kurt and Edgar had been behind us when I fell, and had helped me to reach the bottom. Once assured that I was all right, they had gone back up for a final run. Edgar came from New Hampshire, and was a better skier than either Bert or

myself; more in Kurt's class than ours. The two had decided to race down the east slope - the more difficult of the two "advanced" courses. I was later unable to recall which of them had made the original suggestion.

The outcome was nearly disastrous. The first we knew that something was wrong was when we saw the patrol start up on their snowmobiles, towing a couple of basket-stretchers. These were on runners, like sleds. The patrol returned with Edgar strapped to one of the conveyances. He had been wearing an orange jacket, which made him easy to recognize. Bert spotted him first, and we were at the first aid station when they brought him in. Kurt had followed the patrol vehicles, apparently unhurt and moving under his own power.

Edgar had gone off the trail at a sharp bend and had struck a tree. The patrol people had seen it happen and had started up before Kurt had time to summon them. He had managed to stop and had returned to his fallen companion, getting to him just before the patrolmen did. Edgar had been unconscious , and one of his skis was broken. Though dazed and incoherent when they brought him in, his actual injuries turned out to be little more than scrapes and bruises. This final determination , however, was not made until he had been sent to the village doctor in an ambulance.

The three of us were standing next to the stretcher when Edgar was loaded into the back of the vehicle, at which point he was just alert enough to grasp my wrist and ask me to go with him. I think Kurt had been about to make the trip, and seemed a little annoyed when I assented to Edgar's request and climbed into the back of the ambulance. The attendants would only allow one extra person to accompany a patient - a firm rule, I guess, in this particular community. One attendant got in with us, while the other leaped into the driver's seat and barreled down the mountainside, ringing his bell like a Gay-90s fireman.

Thus I rode into the village in the back of the swaying, clanging meat-wagon, holding hands with Edgar while the young man sitting on his other side pretended not to notice.

Periodically the patient's fingers tightened on mine and he tried to pull me toward him. Thinking he was just getting amorous in his delirium, I smiled and patted his shoulder with my free hand, encouraging him to lie back and relax. The ride into the village lasted only a few minutes, and we were just pulling into the alley behind the infirmary when Edgar managed enough strength to make me lean close to him. "Kurt …" he whispered. "Kurt pushed me!"

The doctor had examined Edgar and pronounced him not seriously injured by the time Kurt and my uncle arrived at the little hospital. "But he had better stay here for a day or two," added the elderly physician. "He may have a slight concussion .'

There was nothing we could do but leave. Edgar had been given a shot to make him sleep, and he would probably be out for the rest of the day. Bert and I left our skis with Kurt, in a storage area beneath the converted loft where he lived. We then hiked the mile and a half to Alfred's cottage. I kept thinking of Edgar's accusation, but it didn't make any sense. I could not think of any reason why Kurt would want to injure him … quite the contrary. Edgar had been staying at an inn near the edge of the village, and I assumed he had been having sex with Kurt. They had been extremely cordial that morning, with the only possible bone of contention being Kurt's sudden reversal of attitude toward me. If he had noticed the interplay of interest between Edgar and myself, I thought, it was just barely possible he had acted in jealousy. I wasn't quite vain enough to really buy the idea, but I also recognized Kurt's possessiveness as something more than justifiable by normal standards.

Still, I had to discount the entire possibility. More than likely, Edgar had been knocked silly when he hit the tree, and if Kurt had done anything at all, it had probably been an attempt to keep his companion from going off the trail. That was far more reasonable, I convinced myself. I decided to keep quiet until I'd been able to speak to Edgar again. I would not repeat his statement to anyone, not even Bert.

My uncle was silent and thoughtful as we trudged along the winding road. I don't think he was terribly concerned over Edgar's injuries; the doctor had assured us they were nothing to worry about. "I wish I could figure this out," he said at length. "If there is a ghost, which I'm beginning seriously to doubt, why is it only coming to haun And more to the point, who's making it happen and why?"

I agreed that it did not seem to make any sense, and we were still discussing the myriad illogical possibilities when we reached Alfred's doorstep. The caretaker was just coming out,

We told him what had happened, and he nodded sagely as he listened, his breath forming gray-white clouds before his lips. "The more dangerous the sport, the more we seem to enjoy it," he sighed. "I am glad Edgar's injuries are no worse." "Were you going up to the castle?" I asked. We were still standing on the wooden porch and I was getting cold. I wanted to go in, or at least do something to keep the blood circu- lating. "Yes," Alfred replied. "Would you like to go with me?" I hadn't intended to do this, but decided I might as well. I glanced at Bert to see if he would come as well.

"You go," he said. "I'd like to lie down and do a little more thinking."

I looked sharply at my uncle, suddenly realizing that he was more disturbed than he was willing to admit. I was glad I hadn't burdened him with Edgar's suggestion of Kurt's malfeasance . Strangely enough, my own response to Bert's obvious strain was a desire to reach out and console him. It was a protective feeling, borne on an impulse I found completely out of keeping with any previous attitude. Bert had always been the strong, dominant father type: masculine image, as a shrink would have phrased it. He was, in all respects, such an unquestioned personficiation of strength and authority that I held back any display of my feelings. It would be the height of presumption. I let Bert enter the house without betraying the

compassion I actually felt, and I followed Alfred as the old man walked to the gate and began to unlock the chain.

We climbed the long, curved ramp toward the front door of the castle, Alfred puffing heavily in the crisp, cold air. He paused, finally, when we were a little over half way. "Are you all right?" Jasked anxiously. "Fine, fine," he assured me. "I must only rest a moment."

A few minutes later he seemed okay and we continued. "Have you any ideas?" he asked as we approached the weather-roughened protal. "Is there anything you would particularly like to see?" He fitted the ancient, heavy bronze key into the lock, concentrating on his manipulations and not looking at me as he spoke."

"No, I've drawn a complete blank," I admitted. "I just came along for the ride."

The old man nodded, standing back to hold the door for me. "Keep your eyes open," he said. "Sometimes a fresh viewpoint will see something the others miss."

His tone had been hesitant and doubtful, expressing the frustration he shared with the rest of us. It did nothing to ease my own anxieties, nor did the gloomy chill of the castle's high-ceilinged rooms and passages. As I followed Alfred through the various chambers, helping him feed the fires which kept the place from becoming a deep freeze, I was not really concentrating on the problem. I had exhausted every pos- sibility, and now found my thoughts straying to an idle speculation on the peculiar dimensions of the building. While the ceilings were a good twelve to fifteen feet high, the doorways required a tall man to stoop. I was still reflecting on this, and drawing some irrelevant comparisons to the theories I'd learned in college: the evolution of man to a larger size, con- siderations of imptoved food and medicine allowing him to achieve his fuller potential … same factors working to pro- long the lives of society's weaker members so these physically lesser creatures could reach maturity and reproduce. There was a contradiction in all this, and whereas my sociology prof had somehow managed to reconcile it, his logic escaped me at the moment.

Alfred led the way upstairs and into the master bed chamber , the room where Mad Ludwig had slept and enjoyed what- ever carnal pleasures had appealed to him. "Let me see the pic- tures again," I asked suddenly. Affred turned and grinned. It had been the first thing I'd said in

"Are you getting an … inspiration?" he asked. "No, just a hard-on," I said lightly. "I'd just like to look at His Majesty's harem, that's all," I added.

The old man pressed the concealed lever and a panel dropped back in the wall. Behind it was a short hallway, hung with oil portraits of youths in various poses and costumes … a few completely nude. It was a portion of the castle not normally included on a tour, probably because it reflected a side of the last ruling Bavarian that his democratic successors preferred to neglect … if anyone other than our own group even remembered the gallery was here. The delicate subject of the mad king's lavender tastes was assiduously ignored, of course, in every text I had ever seen.

While Alfred stoked the fire, I moved slowly down the passageway, holding a lantern at shoulder height as I examined the features of these regal paramours. I wondered exactly how each had served his king, and the idea occurred to me that one or more of them might have shared their master's nocturnal wanderings on the walls … might, in fact, have been mistaken by the villagers for the same spirit which seemed to haunt us now.

I paused in front of the picture I remembered best. It had obviously been painted in the dungeon, the subject sitting naked on the central block. His hair was long and honey-blond , his wide-set eyes a deep, deep brown … almost black. The only person I had ever seen with a similar ocular structure was Edgar, and as I continued to gaze at the model's attri- butes I noted several other kindred elements. The young man displayed the same eloquence of muscular beauty, heavy but lithe … like the athletes depicted in the sculptures of Ancient Greece. The skin was smooth as satin, very little hair to mar its surface. The features were large and overstated, just within the bounds of balance, really. Still, the overall effect was a striking handsomeness and a reflected assertion of individu- ality.

I had backed away from the canvas and was trying to survey it as a whole. My eyes were drawn from feature to feature, moving from the peculiar beauty of the head and face, down the length of slightly twisted torso … broad shoulders, narrow hips … heavy, powerful thighs spread outward to reveal an equally substantial set of genitals. The full, rounded balls were resting on the stone, fleshy cock canted slightly to one side … weight casually tossed atop the larger orb … cyclops eye peering blindly through the shadows of foreskin. The boy seemed almost alive, to breathe, his body aglow against the drab background of fitted stone. His image had been reproduced with camera-like reality and preserved for eternity at the peak of its perfection. I was genuinely awed by the artist's skill.

I tried to recast the young man into the life space he must have occupied, into a personality of gentle acceptance, to see him as a being capable of love and passion. I wondered how he had responded in the darkness of his mentor's bedroom, or in the vaults where he had posed for his portrait. I raised the lamp again and looked more closely at his surroundings. The painter had rendered a faithful record of the chamber, reproducing it in proper perspective and relative size. Only his trick of shading slightly around the head to accentuate the contrast of hair to background was a deviation from absolute truth. I wondered what might later have befallen him, whether he had died in this full bloom of youth and vigor, or whether he had been compelled to watch it fade as his body passed through its stages of decline. From my vantage point in time, it seemed almost kinder if his lifespan had been shortened. Regardless, he was now long since in his grave, his beauty preserved only in the memory of the canvase.

Alfred called me while I was still deep in my pseudophilosophical meanderings. His chores were completed, and it would soon be growing dark. "Shall we return?" he asked, "or do you wish to hunt about some more?"

"Let's go back," I said softly. I was still reacting to the portrait, and to my own flight of foolish sympathies. I felt more than a little silly, grateful that no ESP factor allowed

Alfred to read my thoughts.

When we returned to the cottage, Jim was asleep in the bedroom and there was a note from Bert on the kitchen table. A young man had come up from the village with a message , and my uncle had gone back with him to return the phone call. "Primitive existence!" he had added at the bottom. "Well," I laughed, "I think I'll take advantage of your primitive facilities and bathe."

Although Alfred's little house lacked a telephone, it did have electricity and indoor plumbing. To take a bath, however, one had to heat water in a small electric tank above the tub. I was lying back in the hot water, with a second ration being warmed in the metal container, when Bert returned. I'll have to admit that I had been daydreaming in the sensual warmth … playing with myself, if the truth be known. I heard my uncle open the front door and move through the house, but it didn't occur to me he was going to come into the bathroom. When I heard the doorknob turn I bolted, coming to a full alertness, and in my involuntary guilt I cast about for some means of hiding my hard-on.

"Oh, there you are," said Bert casually. He came in with no further invitation and perched on the edge of the toilet seat. "Did you find anything in the castle?" he asked.

"No … just took another look at the rogues' gallery." "I had some interesting news from home," he continued in a conversational tone. He seemed aware of neither my consternation nor the receeding fullness of my cock. His expression was thoughtful and his eyes focused entirely on my face. This made me relax a little, although I knew he was probably aware of "what and why." Very little ever escaped him, and in the past I had known him to pop up with some item of intelligence which I had been sure he had ignored at the time.

"Our friend Charlie has been gaoled," he said, "but they haven't gotten a statement from him. So far, his companions have avoided capture."

"Did they get your stuff back?" I asked.

"Yes. That's the strange part of it," Bert replied. "It was all being stored in a warehouse, but instead of trying to sell it they had taken apart almost every piece of furniture … not chopping it up, but disassembling it. Hal says he's been able to salvage the greater part … had it put back together and all. Obviously they were looking for something, but I can't for the life of me understand what it could be!"

"Maybe they really did think you had some jewels," I suggested. "Pu-uf!" Bert waved his hand in rejection of the idea. "Any competent thief … and these were profesionals . no doubt of that … any competent thief would know enough about his victim not to be so totally misled. No, they were looking for something that I either own or owned."

"Something small enough to be hidden between the boards of a piece of furniture …" I mused.

Bert shrugged. "I've wracked my brain, but I'll admit I'm stumped. I'm going to waken Jim in a moment … see if he can com

Because of Bert's confidentail attitude, it was again on the tip of my tongue to say something about the morning's incident. Yet I could not see its relevance, nor could I really believe that Kurt had deliberately shoved Edgar off the trail. The reason it all came to mind, I suppose wanting to say something … anything; but no other thoughts entered my head. I badly wanted to take advantage of this moment to somehow bring myself closer to my uncle. I sensed it was the opportune time, and now I came up speechless .

Best stood up, patting my shoulder as he rose. For the briefest instinct I think his gaze flickered across my body. "Oh, by the by … your friend Edgar is out of the hospital, he added unexpectedly.

"I thought …" As Bert moved toward the door I turned, sloshing water over the side of the tub. "Didn't the doctor say he should rest for a day or two?"

Bert chuckled, "That was before Edgar woke up, The sedative wore off around three-thirty or four this afternoon. He got up, put on his clothes and left. Doesn't seem any the worse for wear, I must say.

"You've seen him, then?"

"Just before I left the village. He was going to the post office to pick up a package. Said he'd be up shortly."

I was out of the tub and dressed before Edgar arrived - with Kurt. This, in itself, was so unexpected it furthered my confusion regarding what might have happened that morning. The two men entered the house without the slightest sign of hostility or ill-feeling. Once we were all gathered around the table, Edgar opened his package. He handed each of us a small, inexpensive flash camera. "If it isn't really a spirit," he said, "we may be able to discover what it is by using these."

It had gotten dark outside by this time, and my perception was probably as much a result of the lighting as anything else. But I was sitting across the table from Edgar. Alfred had installed one of those shaded pull-down fixtures over his dining area. The way the glow from this reflected off Edgar's face, I was struck all over again by his resemblance to the nude youth in the painting. The model, while younger and of a lighter build, had probably been close to Edgar's height … long torso and short, powerful legs. Their coloring and general facial features were very similar: in the light, identical.

Edgar was showing us how to use the cameras, preparatory to our going into the castle that night. There was nothing very complicated about it, but neither Jim nor Alfred knew anything about photography. It took a little extra explanation for them. I noticed that Edgar broke off once, wincing as if he felt a sudden pain. But the others didn't seem to notice, and it passed as quickly as it came. Had I not been concentrating on his face I probably wouldn't have seen it either. Then, just as we were about to leave, he graoned and gripped his head. He dropped forward with elbows on the table, obviously in serious distress.

"The doctor was right. He does have a concussion," Bert said. He moved to Edgar's side and motioned for Jim to help him. Together they half-carried, half-led their unprotesting

DRUMMER 34 companion into the bedroom which Jim and I had been sharing . Alfred followed, watching from the hall. Kurt and I remained standing beside the table. sure. "Maybe you had better stay with me tonight," he murmured . "There will be no place for you here." Almost as an afterthought, he slipped his hand into mine. "Would you like to stay with me?"

It was a little abrupt … like dancing on someone's grave, I thought. But Edgar was far from dead, and from the attitude of the group it seemed unlikely we would go into the castle that night. Edgar was our expert. Without him our efforts would be largely wasted. When the others returned to the kitchen, they were in the frame of mind I'd expected and Kurt announced that I would be going back with him. Jim, of course, would sleep with Bert. Whereas neither of them did more than nod in silent agreement, I wondered if I really detected a flicker of unhappiness across Jim's face. I shrugged it off and went outside with Kurt,

The roads were perfectly clear, scraped clean by the plows that morning, the residual snow melted and evaporated by the sun's warmth. Kurt had brought Edgar up on his cycle, a small BMW. I was a bit apprehensive about climbing on the back, but he assured me there wasn't any ice on the asphalt surface. "The cobblestones in town may be damp and slippery," he said, "but we will not go fast."

I clung to his waist, sensing the muscle hardness through my gloves and the several layers of clothing. The idea of being with Kurt again was more exciting than I would have cared to admit. I had not had sex since arriving in Bavaria, although I had been surrounded by a trio of men to whom I was, variously attracted. But Edgar was out of action for a day or two. and Bert as aloof as he had always been. Strangely enough, did not think of Jim in this context, although I had enjoyed his company and shared his bed. If I had stopped to analyze it more completely, I would have had to admit a closer bond of feeling with him than with any of the others. It was simply that he was always there, I suppose, no longer a challenge. Like a child with a chest full of treasured, familiar toys, I was seeking something I did not already possess. Unless I were threatened with the loss of the old, I tended to ignore it in favor of the new … at least the long-denied.

I was so eager to reach Kurt's pad I made no comment on his reckless speed down the mountainside, nor did I say anything when he maintained it through a wild, spreadlegged, jouncing passage down the village streets and around the sharp turns of the narrow alleys. A couple of times we slipped and almost fell, making it difficult for me not to interfere with the driver's balance.

We pulled into the parking area beneath his loft, and I followed him up the stairs to his apartment. The large single room was comfortably warm, heated by a coal stove in one wall and an open fireplace in the other. My host motioned me to a pile of cushions on the floor before the hearth, while he stoked the stove and added another log to the fire. I had taken off my outer clothing, as had Kurt, both of us dressed in jeans and flannel shirts when he dropped down beside me. He handed me a bottle of beer, from which he had taken a couple of pulls. "Would you like something more?" he asked. I almost said: "More of what?" but Kurt's serious de- meanor made it difficult to joke with him. Instead, I told him the beer was fine.

He slid closer against me, leaning back on the pillows while his hands roved slowly across the length of my body. "You are mine again," he whispered softly. "You are mine as you were before." It was not a question in his mind, but a pointed statement of fact. Although the warning light went on in the back of my mind, I didn't deny his claim and by my silence gave tacit consent. I was already trembling with excitement; it was certainly no time to turn my partner off or to argue with him. For this night, at least, I was his. I'd worry about the rest of it later.

He shoved me back and began unfastening my shirt, swung himself about so he knelt astride my waist. The heat from the

fire swelled into my groin and my cock thrust upward against the cloth. Kurt settled lower, pressing the weight of his body against my loins as his fingers continued to work the fasteners. My eyes were closed when he pulled the shirt free of my belt. I made no move to help or hinder him, let him open the buckle and lift the center of my back to work the cloth from under me. He pushed the shirt over my shoulders and yanked the jeans down past my knees. Before I knew he was going to do it, he had dropped full length on top of me. His lips sought mine, forcing them to open in a kiss of passionate demand. It was purely physical, I told myself, just as it had been in the castle the night before … no tenderness or attempt to express a deeper attachment. Yet it stimulated a fuller range of responses , and I grappled with him, pulling him more tightly against me as the floods of desire rose like a heated tide and I no longer cared about the meanings or motivations of either Kurt's or my responses. His kiss was the kiss of an S, expressing lust and unquestioned possession and above all else … dominance.

The pattern was familiar; my responses were correct without my having to consider what I did. When Kurt released me and stood up with his feet planted firmly to either side of my thighs, I stayed where I was, unmoving and awaiting his command . Nor would I make any motion without his telling me. The roles were established and assumed … had been decided the previous summer, and regardless of my intervening experiences or my present frame of reference we both returned to the mode of that previous relationship. All thought of Bert or Edgar was gone; I saw only Kurt as I lay beneath the widespread arch of his legs, gazed up into the underside of his crotch. I could see the furled potential of his cock, entrapped and pressing hard against the cloth. Like myself, he was wearing longjohns against the cold; their bulk restricted him, but failed to hide the alert eagerness of his arousal.

He bent and unlaced my boots, yanked them from my feet and hauled the jeans completely off me. He commanded me to my knees and ordered me to strip the tight-fitting underwear. There was no fetish to this; it was distinctly anti-erotic and I was uncomfortable until I got it off. Kurt evidently felt the same. He moved around behind me, out of sight while he pulled the coverings from his body. When he returned to stand in front of me he was completely nude, his tall, hard body a wall of blackness except where the reflected glow of fire illuminated its outline. His half-risen cock brushed in a deliberately tantalizing arc across my cheek, but I made no move to take it. I must do only as I was told, and this conditioning was reinforced by the coil of leather belt which hung loosely suspended from his fingers. I felt a momentary hesitancy, a brief reluctance to submit myself completely. But I was too aroused to turn back. My senses were aflame and my body tingled with a blindly erotic urging. I was past the point of no return, in a stage where the specific expression my lust would take was less important than the blanket need for fulfillment.

Kurt moved against me, grasping either side of my head and thrusting my face onto the lower part of his abdomen. My lips grazed the black, coarse pelt of pubic hair; my nose pres- sed flat against the wall of warmth. Eyes closed and auditory passages blocked by the contact of his palms, I was guided by my other senses. I could smell a trace of saop, a mingled essence in the upward draft of pungent maleness. I could feel the rising pressure of his rod against my throat, visualized the semi-hardened core as it swelled within its velvet sheath. He lunged into me and I tasted the trace of salt from his sweat. The cockhead slapped against my throat with the gentle undulation of his hips, while the pressure of his hands increased, became a vise-like grasp and generated a roaring in my ears, seemed to drive into my brain as my skull creaked in its effort to withstand the stress.

Abruptly, he dropped his hold, let his hands fall onto my shoulders and pulled me forward. When he stepped back I had barely time to catch myself as I dropped full length onto the floor. Kurt shoved his foot down upon the center of my back and drew my hands together behind me. He held them there, encircled by the steely circle of his fingers while he started giving me instructions in a harsh, gutural tone which deliber- ately emphasized his German accent. He told me not to move, to keep my hands in place and my eyes directed only downward . When he was sure I understood and would obey, he released his hold and I could hear him move to the far side of the room.

For several minutes he stood at a distance, taunting me by an occasional remark which punctuated the sounds of his other movements … the rustling of cloth, the muted click of fasteners or other bits of metal. As he returned, his heavy tread made it obvious he had put on boots; but more than this was unable to anticipate. He leaned over me and an almost weightless chill passed across the surface of my skin … some appendage that dangled from his costume and eventually came to rest upon my shoulderblade. It moved with the shifting of his body, lifted free and fell again as he seized my lower arms and clamped a set of irons about the wrists. He fastened a metal collar around my neck … a hinged set of steel semi- circles secured in the front with a padlock. He lifted my arms higher on my back and secured the fetters to a chain which dangled from my neck piece. It took him less than a minute to do this, rendering me his captive and completely subject to his command.

His hands were under my shoulders, lifting me. I was aware of a dark blur of cloth, the gleam of metal fasteners emblems … swastika! I was dropped onto the hard wood of the floor - not onto the cushions as I'd expected. The cold, solid surface struck the back of my head; the metal bands jarred against my wrists, but Kurt had set them and they didn't tighten. It had been a purposely rough usage, however, completely in keeping with the picture my captor now pre- sented. His tall, lithe body was more displayed than hidden by the fitted black of an SS uniform; only the cloth was different , more pliable and with a sheen like satin. It clung to every contour of his form, drawn tightly across his chest and dipping into the concave recess of his midsection. His waist was bound by a wide leather belt; his gleaming black boots reached almost to his knees. S5 insignia on his collar, epaulets on his shoulders. red band around his arm with the white circle and folded black cross in its cent ered above me, scarlet flames reflecting off the black. His expression epitomized the arrogance and all the fiendish aspects one associates with a Nazi. My own naked helplessness was accentuated by the contrast, and my awareness of this difference transformed itself into a stark, uncompromising desire to submit. Arousal clutched warmly at my groin; my cock stretched upward across my belly, where the muscles strained and flexed as I tried to lessen the discomfort of lying hard atop the irons.

For a fleeting second, Kurt's eyes locked with mine with an intensity that made them seem to vibrate … like a cat on the verge of its spring. "Why are you looking at me?" he de- manded. He made a scooping motion with his arm, landing the doubled belt across my hip and side.

Immediately I dropped my gaze, staring down the length of my body where the flaring rise of my own cockhead blossomed above the sheen of the fire's reflection. I could see the answering swell along Kurt's inner thigh, the rounded cylinder of desire which tugged against the satin. Simulated uniform

… make-believe … make-believe … Unexpectedly, he bent over me and his fingers shoved my lips apart. He pushed a capsule into my mouth and commanded me to swallow. I wanted to ask him what it was, but his dominating posture was so complete and unconducive to question, I obeyed in silence. I was afraid, however, wondering if he had taken some of the unknown drug as well; and if he had, what change it might bring about in his behavior.

The capsule seemed to hang in my throat, but I must not have accurately perceived its placement. A few seconds later Kurt seized my collar and yanked me to my feet. When he did, the room began to change its shape and the fire flared to engulf the entire wall behind me. I felt myself shrinking, while my captor grew in size … dressed in a costume of command while my nakedness made me his inferior, the slave upon whose flesh the master was about to vent his rightful scorn.

(Continued next issue)

ETIENNE'S SLAVE WASH

REMEMBER, "A CLEAN S

SLAVE IS A HAPPY SLAVE"

MES 4

ALWAYS COMES FIRST

LEATHER / POLICE UNIFORMS NEW ORLEANS, W / M, 35, Leather, Police Uniforms, Boots, B&D, S&M, Seeks same. Am turned on by touch smell, taste and feel of Leather, High black boots, Full police uniform and gear. I seek a few discreet men into the same. Ocassionally travel. Box 1599

FATHER-SON

MONROE, W / M, 34, 6', 175 lbs.,into father / son, reform school type discipline-Both roles. Would like to hear about fantasies and possibly meet. Box 1576

OBEDIENT M WANTED:

NEW ORLEANS, S, 32, 5'10", 155 lbs., Seeks Obedient, willing masculine M, 21-40, For mutual satisfaction . Firm, any scene, but will respect limits. Send qualifications with photo. Reply SIR. Box 1525

NEW ORLEANS MASTER: NEW ORLEANS, 45, 5'6", 135 lbs., 6" into B&D, Dildoes, C&BB, T / T, Straps, Belts, FF, W / S, Seeks summer trainees 18-30. Must be together and Sincere. Send Honest Letter with Photo. Box 1541

MONROE, 33, white, 6', 175 lbs., seeks w / m, 25-40. Am primarily M into father / son type discipline with bondage. Will assume S role for proper M. Box 332

LOVE TO MAKE LOVE

HAMMOND, W / M College Student, 21, 6', 175 lbs., Can travel to New Orleans or Baton Rouge on Weekends . Love to make love. I'm your man, would like also to explore S&M, with experienced personnel. If you are sincere, honest and a human being, write me, including photo. No fats, fems, or blacks, Bob, Box 3086; SLU, Hammond, LA 70402 Response promised.

MAINE

Have a fantasy?

Want it to come true? Two bearded dudes from northern Maine woods into all scences: groups, FF, WS, J / O, tit and ball torture, bondage, voyeurism , smokes and aroma; ready for hot, kinky action. Come visit, write or call. Your photo gets ours. Les Quebecois sont surtout les bienve-nus , Box 796

PORTLAND, SM couple seeks third or other couple in Portland ME. Master is 6'1", slim, uncut and demanding . Slave is 5'10", cut and pierced. Box 1329

MARYLAND

THREE WAYS POSSIBLE RIVERDALE, W / M, 25, 5'10", 152 lbs. Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, Seeks 18- 30, I'm Hot & Horny, Lick your ass, Etc. 3-ways possible. No S&M. Write Boxholder, P.O. Box 571, Riverdale MD 20840

MASTER

LUTHERVILLE, Master seeks respect and service from 2 legged stud with tail. Will consider novice trainee. Send photo & Full information . Box 1602

TURNED ON BY LEATHER GAITHER-GERMANTOWN, Lackey, turned on by sight, touch, taste of Leather. Would like to be top, willing to start at bottom. Send name and phone only to Pat, Box 100, Germantown , MD 20767

WANTED:

BALTIMORE, CLEAN, WELL HUNG, HOT ASSED, HARD DICK, BUTT FUCKIN, ASS EATEN, DICK SUCKEN, TOE SUCKEN, WHITE, BLACK OR LATINO, PIG 25-35. Able to work 8 hours, sleep 8 hours and fuck 8 hours a day every day. To service , two hot tattooed, pierced, shaved, self supporting white 35 and 40. Into total mind and body ownership , shaving, piercing, C&B, TT Torture . Toys, W / S, FF, and much more. Two fully equiped playrooms. Tattoos and piercing a plus, but not presently required. Objective: Permanent full time, three way relationship , possible business partnership. Only serious apply with photo and stats., Ed and Richard, C / O LEATHER UNDERGROUND, 208 READ STREET, BALTIMORE, MD 21201

BALTIMORE, Bearded w / m, 29, 6'2" 170 lbs., future porn star seeks hot BB to put me through the paces. Tit torture / piercing, total ass work, B&D, C&B, Aroma &Drugs. No fems or fats. Real men. No games, just pleasure-seeking action. R.P. Box

INITIATION

BALTIMORE, East coast B&D beginner, 30, wants to hire pair of very physical bodybuilder bullies who could dig double teaming a rookie for a weeend of muscle and mind games out in the wilds. Forced workouts , endurance tests, boxing, and bondage. Reply together with descriptive letter, photo and fee. Box 1561BALTIMORE-ANNAPOLIS

AREA, S, 38, 5'10", 170 lbs., Bearded. hung, goodlooking, firm but understanding . Seeks slaves for long sexual sessions in equipped den. All scenes, other tops welcome to share slaves. Letters with photo gets answered . Box 1410

White male, 45, 5'5", 160 lbs., Bottom looking for top. No scat, FF, or dope. All else ok. Blacks or whites. Max Gertson, 9 Manchester Place, Silver Spring, MD 20901

BALTIMORE or Washington DC area. SM (either role), into L / L, WS, CBT / T, B&D, strap, FFA, no scat. Apply with picture stating desires. Frequent visitor to Chicago, L.A., S.F. Box 855

NOVICE

BALTIMORE AREA, M. 5'11", 180 lbs., 6" cut, seeks sincere understanding , experienced and knowledgeable master to bring out ability to serve. Am willing, obedient, and eager to learn. Some US travel. Box 128

HAGERSTOWN. W / M, 35, 6'1", 170 lbs., bodybuilder looking for other masculine well-built bodies. Must be totally male. Box 36

BALTIMORE AREA. M / S, 5'8", 160 lbs., interested in meeting locals or in general for active relationship. Into most anything. No fats, fems, beards. moustaches a plus; hairy body a plus. Must have intelligence and ability to swing both ways. Willing to bring out and teach. Box 855.

RUNNER / BODY BUILDER

DC-MD-VA, 37, 5'11", 160, 30" waist. Rugged, well-built, lean, muscular, defined, together, feeling, human. Interested in similar physical masculine type only. S / M if erotic. Photo exchanged. J.W., Box 55029, Ft. Wash. P.O. Oxon HiLL, MD 20022

MASSCHUSETTS

SLAVE SEEKS MASTER BOSTON, GWM 40, Seeks Master. w / s, B&D, golden showers, most scenes. P.O.Box 8862 JFK Station, Boston, MA 02114

"A FEW GOOD MEN"

DORCHESTER, 2 ex-USMC's interested in finding service men in uniforms , esp. spit polished low quarters and military jump boots. Exchange photos, correspondence with possible future meetings. Box 1552

APPLICATIONS FOR SLAVES BOSTON, Slave applications Accepted by MASTER wanting nothing but the best in service, Age, Color, Looks not important. Must be willing to give all and must enter stable of other slaves to learn MASTERS WAYS and be trained by senior slave. P.O. Box 341, Worcester, MA 01613

HOT JACK OFF SCENES

BOSTON, Wanted by hat attractive brown complexion guy visiting San Francisco and Los Angeles soon. Body oils, aroma, vibrators, OK. No S&M, B&D, or FF. Your recent photo is a must and returned promptly at your request. Let's get it on. Box 1537

BI-WHITE SLAVE

31, will serve all. Dig poppers, jocks, groups. No FF or scat. Write Box-holder , Box 683, Methuen, MA 01844

HIDE TANNING: NEW ENGLAND / NY

W / M, 5'9", 34, 150 lbs., seeks to hear from you if you need to have your hide tanned and attended to. Disciplined and understanding. Also seek contact with other tanners in search of new hide. Box 1407

CAPE CODE, S, 52, 6', Taurus, 200#, well muscled, tough, uncut, into B&D, W / S, shaving, FF, and all kinds of anal entry, enemas and other sports. Seeks white slave, 18-40, totally submissive, for prolonged long-term service. No drugs, fats, or fems. Must be able to endure moderate to heavy pain, ball torture, tit piercing, prolonged immobilization, butt abuse, body whipping. No cryb-abies , softies, or thrill-seekers need apply. I am looking for a serious slave who craves punishment, abuse, humiliation, and expects nothing but pain, torment, and discomfort in return. Box 790.

EXPERIENCED TOPMAN

46, 5'9", 160 lbs., seeks L / L partners over 25. Beards or moustaches a plus. Box 721

YOUNG ATTRACTIVE, REASONABLY SANE GAY MAN, Would like to meet other versatile man who has enough confidence in himself, not to need toys all the time. However since we can't always get what we want I'll settle for Hot one nighters. P.O. Box 426 Back Bay Annex, Boston, Mass. 02116

NOVICE, Voyeur looking for involvement , w / m, 40, 6'1", 180 lbs., needs well-built Master to train my yearnings to serve and be freed of inhibitions . Must be tough and gentle, into Leather or tight levis. Need titwork, Bondage. I'm a challenge, but sure to be worth it. Picture appreciated. Box 1476

BOSTON PISS FREAKS WANTED BY:

BEARDED W / M, 30 6'2", 185 lbs., 71 / 2" Cut. Full of warm beer for mutual flow. Box 1489

BOSTON; Bearded w / m, mid-30s, versatile and imaginative, 5'9", 155 lbs., uncut, hairy body; turned on by tit work, w / s, ass work, and foot licking . Seeks men of same interests. Willing to expand. Box 840

REAL SLAVE

M, 29, GOODLOOKING, needs serious Handsome MASTER desiring to own a slave / dog as his property and for his pleasure. Box 1256

G. W / M, 55, 6', 175 lbs., Full head of Grey hair loves to both give and receive large three to four over time enemas. Also greek passive and like to have a Fist up my ass. I want to meet like minded men over 40 any race o.k. Box 1415

BOSTON & N.E. AREA- M, 33, 5'8". brown hair & eyes. SIR, I wish to serve erotic Leather Man as his slave in Leather Bondage with toys collars, hoods, C&B, W / S, serving your needs, desires & expanding my limits. No heavy S&M, FF, Shaving, Piercing, scat. Sir, thank you for your consideration. Box 1431

MICHIGAN

HAIRY AND HUNG THICK

DETROIT, W / M, 34, 5'6", 135 lbs. Good body, hairy and hung (especially thick) needs hunky deep throats and hot and wild receptive rears with good tight bodies to age 40. Vanilla, FF, Bondage, Toys and good times. "Reciprocation." No fats or fems. Salt and Pepper hair a plus. Photo preferred. Here or there. Box 351, Farminton, MI 48024

MUSCULAR LEATHERMAN DETROIT AREA ONLY, Muscular Leatherman into soft side of leather. Enjoy Leather, boots, jockstraps, cuddling, kissing, J / O. Photo a Must. Box 1506

CIGAR SMOKING MASTER WANTED

DETROIT, M. 23, 6'3", 180 lbs., Brown / Blue, Seeks Horny, Cigar smoking MASTER 25-35 in Leather or Levis. Big Cock a plus. Write with photo. Box 1533

BEARDED LEATHER MASTER DETROIT, 33, 5'10", 140 lbs., 9" Cock, Looking for submissive slave, 21-35. Am into S&M, B&D, W / S, TT. Write with photo. Box 1532

DETROIT W / M, 47, 5'8", 175 lbs., SM, B&D, Solid and very hairy all over. Bottom / passive for lots of bondage- /disc. Particularly enjoy dundgeons, jails, cells and barns in bondage. Like grass, poppers, etc., enemas, dildoes , greek a / p, french a / p…All kinds of fettishes. No scat, and sometimes piss. No smokers and light drinkers. I have lots of toys and can entertain and welcome visitors especially from out of state. All races please, Sirs. Chain me up and rape my ass or gang bang me. Box 1290

BARN BOY NEEDS FARM KEEP ADONIS, 6'2", 190 lbs., white, smooth muscular body seeks keep from handsome farmer or rancher in echange for labor. Some farm experience . Will go anywhere. Discipline. restraints, hard dirty work, ragged clothes, gruel, filthy quarters sought. Box 1377

METRO DETROIT Hot bearded top wants equally hot bottom for "DRUMMER" type scenes. I'm 31, 5'10", 155 lbs., 61 / 2 cut, Experienced. You must be masculine, and ready to please and serve me. Role switching possible for right stud. Box 1402

DETROIT White, hard-muscled topman , 33, 5'9", 155 lbs., looking for stud under 40, top / bottom, to serve as right hand man in discipline sessions with butch slave, 22. Let's belt his tight buns, ride him at both ends, soak him in piss, and enjoy a beer as he worships our bodies in gratitude. Have sling, also video equipment for voyeuristic cameraman. Photos, exchanged / returned. Box 899

MICHIGAN BI-MARRIED MEN'S Support / Social Group, Detroit / Pon-tiac area educated, responsible, sincere , husbands / fathers: to form a close relationship with similar guys. Confidentiality, discretion assured and expected. Send infor, request for personal interview to P.O. Box 624, Pontiac, MI 48056

SLAVE NEEDS TRAINING

White male, 26, 6', 160 lbs., 8", into oral service. Western types, feet, will beg to serve well-endowed Master 18-35. Write Steve, P.O. Box 123, Roseville, MI 48066. Photos answered first. White or Black.

INTIMATE FRIENDSHIP, Y / W / BI / M, 6', 170 lbs., handsome, virile, hung, married, educated professional seeks similar area guys (Detroit) for mutual stimulation-mind / body-versatile . No fats, fems, S&M, kinky. Send Info, description, photo to Box 624, Pontiac, MI 48056 with SASE.

TAYLOR, MS, Capricorn, 24, 5'10", 165 lbs., white, 6 1 / 2", novice. Eager to learn from and submit to the right S. Will serve Master totally. Box 261.

MT. CLEMENS AREA, w / m, 58, 6'5" 180 lbs., looking for M 18-28 for Father / Son relationship. I want to worship, spank when necessary, Prefer Live-In. Have nice apartment. Box 1316

ANN ARBOR, W / M, 33, goodlooking, seeks real Masters who can handle a hot, horny slave. 6', 160 lbs., Need discipline, bondage, suspension and anything else to please. Will serve as only the best can. Dig FF, W / S, B / D, anything else imaginative-especially in game room. Photo appreciated. Charles, 2786 Glen-bridge , Ann Arbor, MI 48104

LEATHER, Bondage, Boots, Uniform. Lover needs a Dominant Man. Box 1255

WAYNE COUNTY AREA, white slave, 21, needs Master, any race, any age. Into anything and everyting. No limits. You call all the shots. Ready and willing, Sir. Box 826

DETROIT W / M 38, 5'6", 140 lbs., Good body, Hairy and hung (especially thick) Needs hunky deep throats and hot and wild receptive ASSES with good tight bodies to age 40. FF, Bondage, toys, tits, fun and good times. No fats or fems. Here or there. Photo preferred. Box 351, Far-mington , MI 48024

DETROIT AREA, HOT MUSCULAR BODYBUILDER, 47, 5'9", 180 lbs., Fr a / p, Gr a / p, Wants Well built, Mascu-Hunks (Including Lovers for lar three-ways), 25-45. Into Jocks, Levis, Hot Scenes, Tit work (yours), Mutual exploration. Your Muscles turn me on, mine turn you on. No dirt, Scat, Include Phone, Photo (if possible). Box 1468

HUNG MEN SOUGHT:

DETROIT-30, 6', 175 lbs., 7" Attractive, seeks similar Hung men 18-43. Hot Photo Gets Mine, But not necessary. Explicit Letter please. Box 1495.

ROCHESTER, S. 61 / 2, 5710", 160 lbs., white, 8", firm Master with well-equipped dungeon seeks obedient slaves. Willing to train submissive novices. Into S&M, B&D, W / S, and more. Write: Robert, 1030 Adams Road South, Rochester, MI 48063

MASTER understands your needs. Time for talk and time for action. Thumb area professional. Michigan. Tom Proctor, Box 104, Cass City, MI 48726

SOUTHFIELD, 46, 6', 160 lbs., German S, muscular, 7" uncut; seeks novice who would be interested in exploring and growing; with limits respected. No drugs, fats, fems. Hairless body, tight physique a plus. Box 468

HOT NOVICE

DETROIT-Hot novice bottom, W / M, 33, 6'0", 170 lbs., wants to exchange hot correspondences. Share experiences fantasies with other M's and serve Masterful Studs by mail. Can meet interesting sane local people. Box 21413, Detroit, MI 48221.

MINNESOTA

TWIN CITIES

MINNEAPOLIS, Attractive GWM, 29, Nice Body seeks versitile smooth- skinned GWM (over 30) for weekend escapes, friendship, maybe more. Into prolonged mutual J / O, TIT Stimulation , Front / Rear French, Bon- dage. Photo ?. Box 1619

DOMINANT TRUCKERS AND MORE:

MINNEAPOLIS, Submissive male would like to meet Dominant truckers, cowboys, linemen, construction workers int bondage, fuck-ing , tit work. Totally masculine and no fats please. Box 1554

WANTED: UNCUT WHITE TOP MAN

40-70. Grizzled, masculine white cocksucker must live with, worship and suck; one tought, straight, nonreciprocating , obscene fuckin' son of a bitch. Full time, cowboys, farmers, lawmen, hard hats, others welcome, like boots levis, Leather, piss, THICK peckers, clean assholes. Will relocate . Photo / Phone. Box 1261

MASTER WANTED

Minneaplis: White, 25-yr., handsome, masculine slave, 5'11", 150 lbs., light brown hair, green eyes, dark beard-hot & horny, 7½", Leo. I am ready to serve—white—28 to 40 years stud. I would prefer only tall, dark hairy muscular masters. Beards, moust-aches , & big manly tool a plus. Let me serve you and worship you, obey you and love you. I dig all leather (gear & scenes) and am into body worship, j / o, dirty talk, posing, oil, cockrings, jocks, all boots & gym gear. I beg you-Please, Sir, help this hot, wanting slave find an owner. Letters to Box 560

TOILET FACE SITTING

MINNEAPOLIS, SM, Taurus, 31, 5'11", 7", bearded Bottom for piss & scat. I love leather and kinky scenes, looking for filth freak. Into shaving, light S&M, B&D, tit work. Can also go top. Write Al, Box 476, Minneaplis, MN 55440

MPLS. Would like to meet men who like to fuck, are into bondage. Cowboys , truckers, all Men who are well hung and know what they want. No Fats. Box 825

MAIL YOUR AD EARLY

W / Male, 43, 6'1", 165 lbs., seeks slave or prisoner who needs tit, cock. & balltorture. Box 356

WELL BUILT MASTER WANTED. MINNEAPOLIS SUBMISSIVE MALE would like to meet all Masculine and well built MASTERS inot Bondage and discipline. Please respect limits but with a firm and strong hand. Please write to this obedient slave. Box 1484

MISSOURI

S MONK SEEKS DISCIPLE M Leather master will instruct you using strict monastic obedience, humiliation, discipline, penitence, poverty, labor, silence, cloister, devotion. You will learn sign language , have name changed, head shaven. If you pass the novitiate you will be professed Usque As Mortem. You cannot serve two masters. This is definitely a total commitment to eat my cock and drink my piss, not a pious meditation. Vocation to serve? Apply with aspirations and photo. Many are called but only one is chosen. Box 363.

KANSAS CITY MASTER, Affectionate Scorpio uncut 8", 5'8", 145, solid, prefer small slim white 20-40, Greek passive, Fr a / p, Live in lover / slave who needs to be owned, possessed for permanent relationship-with no hang ups-Respect limits. Box 1318

ST. LOUIS w / m, 6'1", 165 lbs., 8" uncut, very hairy all over, knowledgeable , masculine, dominant and aggressive yet quiet, straight-acting and appearing, seeks other hairy masculine dudes into mutual give and take working over cock, tits, balls, assholes with uniforms, jocks. No scat or shaving. Any age, eager to expiroe. Box 886

Young slaves may apply to versatile 6' bodybuilder (180 lbs.) for servitude stating qualifications along with photo. Various scenes possible and rewards given for excellent service. Located in St. Louis area. Box 159M

ST. LOUIS W / M, 40, 6', 158 lbs., Uncut, Cancerian Versatile, Hot, Goodlooking Macho Dude. Into most scenes except scat, FF and heavy pain. Enjoy worshiping a beautiful body and cock, servicing a cock completely, and I mean completely. Looking for oversexed hot dude 21- 45 who likes his cock royally taken care of. Your photo gets mine. Box 64

ST. LOUIS W / M, 6'2", 175 lbs., needs Hairy studs. Can go either way, rough and hard or otherwise. This tongue is wild and will clean out everything from assholes to armpits. Tit work a specialty. My hungry ass will take anything you have. Your photo gets mine. Box 1479

ERIE JOHN: I know you're out there. Please contact your Kerovac in Missouri , and make the summer Hot. Box 1474

NEBRASKA

HI BOOTED RANCHER

52, 6', 190 lbs., Digs Leather, Travel, Photographs, wants leather booted Master to use me for this please. No Scat or FF. Will answer all. Del John-son , RR Box 15, McLeon, NE 68747

Cornhusker Maverick needs tamin', 5'4", leather-levi, hornier than hell, like my sex rough and hard, need a good Master. If you think you're man enough to break me. Box 496

Master 56, 5'8", 150 lbs., Seeks slave 18-26, slim to learn and expand limits . Have toys for Cock and Balls. Box 1373

Age from 21 to 60, some leather, some verbal abuse, modeling scene. Box B30

SOUTH EAST NEBR-W / M, 40, 6'1", 180 lbs., Uncut, Looking for hot sex, enclosed photo 18-45. Box 1459

NEVADA

WILLING TO LEARN

RENO, I'm completly inexperienced in the Leather World, but am willing to learen the way from an understanding experienced Leatherman. I'm muscular so want a very muscular , hairy man. I like tit work, rimming, sucking, fucking, and would like to get into w / s, at this time I'm not interested in scat, FF, or heavy pair trips or heavy drug scenes. It isn't important that every man I desire be hairy, but must be muscular. Box 869

JEFF TANNA IN VEGAS

I'm Dan's younger brother, and I won't disappoint you. Believe it. (702) 798-7643

NEW JERSEY

PAX et CARITAS!

Are you tired of the bar scene and the shallowness of cruising? If you would like a real friendship based on more than just sex, let's get to know each other by letter first. I am 34, 5'11", 178 lbs. You wouldn't find me in Blueboy, but I'm not precisely a troll either. Interests: religion, theater, movies. Write and just be reall If we don't start treating each other better we make the Moral Majority look right. You may send a photo if you wish, but your letteris the first step. Write: Boxholder, Box 6582 Bridgewater, N.J. 08807

TATTOOED BIKER

BLACKWOOD, Full heavy Leathered , dirty levis, big booted, tat-toeed biker seeks similar local bikers interested in wild prolonged j / o sessions , W / S, and riding togerher. Digs exchanging piss and cum on each other's boots and levis. P.O. Box 284, Blackwood New Jersey, 08012 (Send letter & Photo)

CENTRAL PART OF STATE

PRINCETON, You are very passive and you love bondage, paddling, W / S, etc. Only sincere inquiries considered . All actionat my place. Write a full description of your needs and enclose a photo. Box 1540

MORRISTOWN, S, 41, 6'2", 190 lbs., white, 7" cut, hairy body. Quiet, natural, down to earth, not into game playing, mental or fantasy trips. Easy going but demanding and experienced no-nonsense type of Master but one who understands the value of TLC. Seeks the services of a good slave, especially oral, 20s to 30s, for weekends of possible permanent live-in relationship. Enjoy giving light workouts to a good body but will respect limits at all times. Willing to train novice. No drugs, fats, fems. Box 520.

CENTRAL JERSEY w / m, 39, 6 ft., 175 lbs. tattooed, bodybuilder, leather stud, Harley rider with fifteen years experience as sadist with private game room wants to hear from willing slave sages 25-40; limits respected and expanded. No reply without picture, which gets mine. Write to P.O. Box 13, Frenchtown, NJ 08825

SLAVE NEEDS MASTER

NJ Only, Novice, 32, 5'10", 135, smooth, clean-shaven, needs tall lean Master. I'll try to please. No scat, heavy pain, scars, FF. Box A28

NEW YORK

MANHATTAN, Black man, 50, seeks white, non fat slave who uses his submissive head for thinking, sucking cock, drinking my piss, wanting his tits tortured, enjoying having his mouth fucked and performing total oral service for my black cock regularly . A guy who gives me his greatest asset his head, in service, allegiance. Love and communion. Box 510

WORK MY BALLS OVER anyway direction Larry Townsend's ultimate scene. Am experienced W / M, 40, 5'11", 150 lbs., Moustached also into nipples and FF. Mutual scenes with real man animals possible . Box 1368

NAKED SLAVE WANTED NEW YORK CITY, Naked slave wanted for S&M Bondage by experienced Master. Send photo & Personal Data to Master Mel, P.O. Box 338, Auduban Sta., New York City, NY 10032

YES SIR-NEW YORK SLAVE

Danish Leather Stud 40-Masculine well built, visit New York in May 81. Seeks Real Hot Action Leather Master for discipline and Leather-Rubbers sex. I have a strong sex drive, into Leather, rubbers, masks, chains, titwork, piss, smoking, poppers and trips. Like to be worshipped in your leather, and the aroma of leather and rubbers turn me on, let's find out how far this can take us. Like all kinds of sex and like to learn more. My master must be over 35. I am waiting for a hot letter. Box 1372

SLAVE TRADE

NEW YORK, Master interested in hearing from same through out US & Europe--For temporary slave loan while I'm in town. Guest disciplinarian . Have slave stable all over US.Particularly intrigued by men with dungeon facilities etc. Limits respected and expanded. Send letter with phone no., let's talk. Box 100, Downstairs, 132 W. 24th Street, New York, NY 10011

QUEENS, NYC, mature M, scorpio bottom man, 5'7", 145 lbs., hairy body, bald but bearded, seeks mature top Master for discipline and heavy titwork, FF, WS, scat. Jock straps, hairy bodies, black beards, stocky builds turn me on. No role switching or skinny blondes, Box 306

BUFFALO, w / m, 27, 5'9", 185 lbs., 7 uncut, SM, Aquarian, seeks knowledgeable master into L / L, who is respectful of limits. Am into S&M, B&D, etc. Master in tight leather, tall polished boots and into bikes are sure turn on. Are you ready to train me? Send photo and phone for prompt reply. Box 404BNY.

BUFFALO. w / m, 42, 6'11 / 2", 174 lbs. uniforms, leather, levis. Novice, but wants to learn. Will answer all, travel. Box 715.

EXTREMELY HANDSOME NEW HAVEN, 26, Masculine 41" Hairy Chest, 30" Waist, 6', 170 lbs., Muscular, defined,built. Seek same-any race. Photo a must. Travel NY

BOOT SEX

NEW YORK, Boot sex-Hot, hunky stud wants others for all kinds of foot gear esx. S&M, B&D, W / S, poppers. Exchanges. Box 1573

FOR EXPERTS ONLY NEW YORK CITY VILLAGE, W / M. 5'8", 130 lbs., The best piece of ass on the East Coast, For experts only. Voluptuary, not porcine. World's most perfectly functioning tube, can be stuffed at both ends. Not a submissive , but a participant. Long term chemical fuck prefer to avoid scat scenes, fats, opera queens in black Leather and whole someness in general . Bored by blueprints. I salivated over the Joycy A.K. amputee ad in I ssue 42 vol 5. P.O. Box 478 NYC, NY 10011. Pics answered first.

MARRIED ????

NEW YORK, PASSIVE W / M, eagerly awaits to serve mature married men & or commading officer types., not opposed to using either verbal & or physical abuse. Out-of-towners especially welcomed. Doers not talkers…(212) 672-1010.

MARLBORO MAN

NEW YORK, Hot Stallion looking for Body builders, weight lifters, hunky men with very hairy bodies. Lusty Western rancher TOPMAN, W. 6 175 lbs., all man with 9" Steel rod needs heavy sucking & Fucking tight macho asshole. This dude's into everything , and I guarantee you won't quickly forget HOT session with this sexual Stud. Travel US, Europe, Japan to work over right man. Send photo of pumped up body and hot letter. Nothing turns this man off. Write now--Your body may be next--I get very horny on the ranch. Box 100, Downstairs, 132 W. 24th Street, NY,NY 10011

ATTENTION NEW YORK SLAVES NEW YORK, You are muscular, youthful and hot with a genuine need to belong to a 6'4", Blond 35 year old muscular Leather Master. You will be second Slave and learn to love poain and torture and will submit to heavy and creative S&M, B&D, Etc. You generally don't answer ads but not wanting to miss the opportunity to serve this Master you will send your detailed application and photo. Box 673

ORGYS HUDSON VALLEY-WESTERN

CONN., all guys in the area into hot kinky sex (FF, W / S, J / O, Tit and ball Torture, piercing, bondage, voyeurism , smoke and aroma), Let's see if we can get some orgys going. Write Shoales, P.O. Box 24, Amenia, NY 12501

3SLAVE NEEDS MASTER

NEW YORK, W / M, 29, 5'8", 140 lbs., Goodlooking, enjoy water sports, leather, solitary confinement, bondage, military uniforms. Box 1574

SEX-agenarian!

Libra, M. 6'3", 170 lbs., mid-60's, white-haired, blue-eyed man of distinction type, would serve muscular masculine male of any age or race. who enjoys imaginative games with older man. Will do almost anything for right partner. Box 290X

MANHATTAN, S, 35, 6'4", blonde. Have 6'3" muscular slave, 30. Am accepting applications for second slave. Must submit to heavy S&M, B&D and video taping. If you are young, muscular, and attractive, send photo with qualifications at once. Box 673.

PIGGY RAUNCH

Versatile NYC Chelsea w / m, Scor-pian , 33, 5'7", 130#, 7" cut, for uninhibited scenes. Heavy ass play (FF), L / L, W / S, scat, jocks, sweat, oil, shaving tits, c / b torture, boots, and socks with real creative men into role switching. Willing to explore new realms. No overweights or fats. Beards a plus. Include photo and scene. Box 703

PUPPY SEEKS BULLDOG

Hot Italian, 28, 5'9", 175 solid lbs., seeks beer-bellied brutes who enjoy a butch dog collared slave. Seek stocky, chunky, 5'7" to 5'10", 180 to 225 lbs., dominants who groove on service. Write with photo- returned—to P.O. Box 3058 Church Street P.O., NYC, NY 10008.

NEED DISCIPLINE?????? EASTERN LONG ISLAND, Need Disipline? Restrained in Ropes, chains, stripped naked, you will experience Tit Torture, Ass play, Ball Torment, wax, enemas or whatever- …Experienced Master will accommodate in long sessions. Am firm but respect limits. Experienced to novice slaves acceptable. Begging letter with bare chested photo gets reply. Box 1612

NEW YORK CITY W / M, 28, 5'7", 140 Ibs., Clean shaven, Imaginative, seeks to be controlled by a Dominant top. I have a lot to learn and would like to meet someone with teaching ability 25-40. Box 1370

RAUNCHY FIST PIG NEW YORK CITY, Takes arms up the ass, piss down the throat from arrogant kinky studs. Exhibitionistic, trim animals, 34, craves rough abuse in his sling. Detailed letter / pix: Box 565, Downstairs, 132 West 24th Street, New York City, NY 10011

WRESTLERS STREET FIGHTERS

28, 6'2", 190, w / m; Topman wants to meet submissive young dudes into no-holds-barred, L / L, jock, wrestling . Also want to hear from other Tops into same. Box 804A

HOUSEBOY FOR SALE:

Will take care of your home. Need owner with a strap who will keep me naked, chained, and shaved. Use me for Hard labor, abuse, total toilet and body service. Only serious minded over 35. NY, CT, NJ, Box 1312

CAPITOL DISTRICT: W / M, 34. 5'8%", 170 lbs, beard thick, masculine , muscular and into rough leather sex. Have slave who will be used in sessions. Write with photo Box B55

NEW YORK W / M, 28, 155 lbs., 6'. Needs B.B. to 35 years to take orders and train my young Italian slave. Send photo / phone. box 1334

NEW YORK W / M, 35, 5'8", 160 lbs., 6" cut, medium build, seeks help to reach fulfillment as slave. Need strict but understanding Master to bring out ability to serve with body and mind. Not into scat or injury. Box 80

NYC, W / M, 30, well built muscular guy with hard dick sticking out, hairy chest, full beard, sweaty jock and good body wants to hump up against a stout guy. Esp. fat, bald, swarthy guys in tight pants and over hanging belly. I want to smell your crotch, feel up your ass, and hump my hard dick against your gut. Box 1330

TATTOED & PIERCED

43, 6'3", 165 lbs., interestd in open masculine w / m, 30-50, not heavily into booze or drugs. Box 452

NEW YORK CITY MASTER WANTED by M 30, Generous call guy into boots, uniform, NZ, SS, SM, B&B, Leather, way out verbal trips, have good earnings want to share with big Husky man any age over 190 lbs., Must be mean and street wise, cops-construction ok. Box 1324

NOVICE BLOND MASTER

N.Y.C., tall, slim, Good looking, Hung, Mid 20's requires totally submissive slave(s) for experimental bondage and training as dog slave. You will strip perform, beg to serve and obey in or out of bondage. No heavy pain trips, limits respected, just Humiliation, degradation and servitude. Especially like Latin or Italian types but all goodlooking young slaves considered. Also like to hear from other Masters. Box 1321

ATTENTION all hunky, smooth-skinned , collegiate-type bottoms: opportunityu to serve and submit to my hot, football-super jock master while I watch and worship. Expect heavy bondage, light S&M. Send respectful letter detailing your description , experience, and limits, if any. Photo preferred. Southern Con-necticut location. Box B31.

UNIFORMED CIGAR SMOKER N.Y.C. Hot stud in uniform or full leather, 37, 6', 175 lbs., thick 8" cut. Short blonde hair, beard. Heavy cigar smoker, 1" nipples, tattoo, into fantasy scenes with well-hung men interested in boots, uniforms, motorcycle cops, S.S., toilet, FF, dildoes.

WRESTLERS-LEVI'S-S / M

Mean, tough, vicious, ruthless stud, w / m, 6'2", wants to hear from same type dudes, all ages. Into no-holds-barred fighting, kicking, punching, and squeezing a guy's nuts, etc. Exchange info, ideas, or meet. Box 804

BALLS, 43, 5'8", w, 155 lbs., Hot, out-of -doors type, together and creative. My sack hangs heavy with full hot nuts. If your re into giving / getting sensual pain to balls; let's let it on. Lots of equipment. A photo of your sack gets mine. Box 1286.

SYRACUSE S&M COUPLE LOOK-ING for real levi and leathermen in the Syracuse and N.Y.C. Area for medium to hjeavy sessions. I'm 34. 5'11", 150 lbs., Blond, mustache, top. He's 23, 5'11", 155 lbs., dark hair, beard, moustache, top & bottom. Our interests are Bondage, Plercing, Nailing, FF, Wax, Shaving, T / T, C&B Torture, Whiping, W / S, Scat, Etc. Limits within Reason Respected, Letter & Photo to Box 2874, Syracuse, NY 13220

HOT SCAT

Hung hot dude looking for hungry mouth to eat hot scat from my asshole. Macho topman-into everything-your tits and ass-FF, Leather, WS, etc. See earlier ad "Marlboro Man" Drummer No. 34. I need your bearded mouth sucking my dirty hole clean. Write graphic letter . Letters with photo answered-Travel USA and overseas often. Box B76

NEW YORK CITY, goodlooking, stable guy, 33, Leo, 5'11", 150 lbs., wants to meet men wearing high, soft leather cavalier boots, lace up mocassins, or pro wrestling boots-Will also buy your sweaty socks. Am senxual, exotic, and passive. Box B81.NYC:

S&M CLUB FORMING: New York City Area only. All ages welcome, write for free questionnaire and information. Occupant, 167 West 80th Street, Apt. 4D, New York, NY 10024

Wanna be stripped, gagged, chained, hoisted, shaved, polaroided, and worked over head to toes by mature, experienced Master? Send pic & personal data to Box A90.

NYC. FF RECEIVER, W / M, 28, 5'4", 110 lbs., 7", needs scenes with 30's Leather FFA Master into calibrated pain, B&D, Shaving, toys, Drugs, Photos, groups. Throw my ass in your sling. Box 1269

NEW YORK CITY, Goodlooking, stable guy, 33, Leo, 5'11", 150 lbs., wants to meet men wearing high soft leather cavalier boots, lace up mocassins, or pro wrestler boots. Will also buy your sweaty socks. Am sensual, exotic and passive. Box 1271.SUPER

HEAVY S&M

Way out and wild S&M given to hot young slave by brutal, well-equipped Master. Real m's send photo, age, experience to: Box 12-R, c / o Room 603, 147 West 42nd St., New York, NY 10036

NEW YORK CITY MASTER:

NEW YORK CITY Master, 45, 8" cut, hairy, bearded, masculine, intelligent-Seeks permanent slave with large uncut cock, long overhang , big loose balls, large nipples, hot ass, smooth body. Any age, race. Obedience with affection. Box 1497.

MASCULINE, HUNG & DOMINANT

BROOKLYN, Attractive w / m, 30's, Masculine, Hung, Dominant, Stable & Nice-Wants GWM, who enjoys being Gr / Pass, good buns (enough to hold on to) dominated, very affectionate devoted for perm. relationship . Photo / phone if possible. Will send mine. Box 5177, New York, NY 10163

OBEDIENT BODY SLAVE AVAILABLE:

NEW YORK CITY Serious Bodybuilder , 5'9", 185 lbs., 28, goodlook-ing Seeks strict supervision, piercing military regimentation, dog disci- pline, body and mind ownership, by a Master whoi wants to be proud of his obedient body slave. Photo requested, SIR. Box 1493

HOT LEATHER TOPMAN 25 YEARS OLD

NEW YORK CITY, 25, 5'10", 150 lbs., Black Hair, Very Goodlooking and Hung wants New York City Slaves (18-26) with ahrd ass and hot mouth to be used for B&D,Toys, and ass play. Photo required / returned. Box 1486.Beginners considered.

ATTRACTIVE EXPERIENCED SLAVE NEW YORK—W / M, 31, 6'1", 185 lbs., athletic body, Intelligent and friendly needs young (18plus), Goodlooking, punkish and uninhibited Master to experience imaginative & heavy S&M and total submission. Photo appreciated . Please write Tom, Box 2001, Response answering service, 316 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10001 for prompt reply.

ROUGH-HOUSE & RAUNCH

Buddy wanted for hot, wet, rugged contact in and out of sweaty Jocks. Especially UNCUTS. Send Photo: P.O.Box 1328; Grand Central Station ; New York City, NY 10017

NEW YORK SLAVE

W / M, 27, 5'9", 140 lbs., Solid body needs forceful Men to work on my BARE-ASS paddles, crops, whips. LB #37, 470- 2nd Ave., New York City, NY 10016

NEW YORK CITY, HOT LOOKING W / M, 36. Seeks goodlooking men under 40 who like there Balls worked over. Have interesting toys for our enjoyment. Reply only if you like the real thing. Box 1465

NEW YORK CITY-28, 5'8", 150 lbs., 42" Chest, 30" Waist. Looking for a Dominant Masculine rugged partner. 30 years or older. Box 1464

CREATIVE S&M WRESTLING HOT, BUILT, HUNG ITALIAN, 34, 155 lbs., Ex-Prep Grappler, 5'8" wants long imaginative free-style, developing dominating holds, mov- ing into cleaver gear, oil, toys, C&B and Tit Torture. No hangups. Travel USA. Photo a must. Box 6186, Albany, New York 12206

NEW YORK-WELL USED WHITE MALEURINAL, TOILET AVAILABLE to singles, groups. Public, private. Box 863, D.M.S. 132 West 24, New York, NY 10011

TOTAL ASS & LEVIS FREAK

GWM, 35, Seeks Young, 18-30, Muscular Guys who will tease me in their tight Raunchy levis in preparation for a super hot rim job, B / J, and tongue bath and to feed me scat. A Levi covered ass is pure heaven. Serious only. Syracuse, New York Area. JIM (315) 638-0980

NEW YORK CITY AREA, S&M WANT TO MEET OTHERS into mutual satisfaction. Interest in Leather / Levi, Rubber, Jockstraps, Boots, Cock and Ball work, Tit work. Can top or bottom but prefer BOTTOM. Love J / O, W / S, Sucking, Fucking. Box 1383

GREENWICH VILLAGE, M, 43, 5'6" 145 lbs., 51 / 2" Cut, White, warm, intelligent , level headed bottom seeks imaginative, experienced, caring Macho Leather / Levi partner to help me discover and expand my limits. Your service, my pleasure. No Fats, Fems or fakes. Sensuality a plus. Box 1392

NEW YORK W / M, 36, 160 lbs., Novice Wishes Training as slave. Will consider permanent slavery. Need help Sir to learn to serve and obey without question and accept treatment grate-fullyu . Prefer tall & strict no nonsense Master. Box 1421

TIGHT 501 LEVIS & SCAT

GWM, 35, Seeks Young, 18-30, well built guys who wear tight raunchy levis and will give scat. I service with a super hot rim job, B / J, tongue bath, and body worship. Serious only please. Syracuse, New York Area. JIM (315) 638-0980

EXPAND MY LIMITS, Tattooed and ringed M, 35, seeks Sadist into belts, paddles, whips, cats, MARKS cheerfully accepted. Write-Occupant, 100 Bank St. #5A, New York, NY

NEW YORK-W / M, 5'11", 145 lbs… Wants to meet young, Horny Studs who dig wearing and fucking in high boots. Photo appreciated. Write to P.O.Box 1061, New York, NY 10028

HOT & HUMPY

NEW YORK, Hot and Humpy? 18-30- wants best head in town? Privacy in east side pad. Man to Man. No fags. Photo and phone gets action. Box A29, New York, NY 10272

RUBBER LOVER

DRY SUITS, Hip boots, Helmets, gas masks, Catheters. Would like to hear from others. Box 1470

TOTAL SLAVES WANTED: GREENWICH VILLAGE: Experienced S, W / M, Taurus, 47, 5'9", 172 lbs., Cut, shaved head, strong Leather Master seeks total from slaves for long, hot sessions. Must have endurance, crave slow torture- /punishment in chains. Medium to heavy S&M, B&D, W / S, etc., No Scat. If you're a real MAN / slave, write submissive , grovelling letter now…No fems, fats, fakes. Box 185 R

MUSCULAR TORTURE SLAVE WANTED:

NEW YORK, Master 35, 6'4", Blonde with 6'3" Slave, 31, will train additional attractive, muscular torture slave. Send detailed application with photo, Box 673

ALBANY NEW YORK LEATHER ALBANY AREA, Leather and Levi club. Write Bob Reed, Box 1125. Schenectady, NY 12301

10 INCH COCK

CHICAGO, black male, 6', 175 lbs., 10 inch Dick into Leather boots. chains, scat, piss, Hot candle wax, Veg Fucking. European exp., for weekend trip to New York. Possible relationship, New York replys Only. Box 1530

DISCIPLINE

NEW YORK CITY, Tall very handsome muscular, masculine BB, Topman / Master. W / M, 28, 6'1", 180 lbs., uncut Hot…Requires submissive slaves (young Athletic types to 30) For obedience training, B&D, domination , degradation, spanking, body worship, servitude. Send respectful letter detailing your description experience & phone no., Picture preferred . To: P.O. Box 53, Kew Gardens Sta., NY 11415

WANTED

NEW YORK CITY, Hot young muscular stud (18-35) Topman, with big fat uncut cocks and Balls (Hung like a horse). Also guys with balls the size of oranges; that are into jocks, levis, Master / slave games. Fucking, ass play, FF, and need good HOT SER-VICE . I'm super goodlooking W / M, 38, 5'9", 165 lbs., short blond hair, blue eyes. Masculine. Send photo. Box 1560

SPANKINGS

NEW YORK CITY, Spankings Given or Received by (w / m, 25) Student with strap or paddle. Send descriptive letter and photo if possible. Box 1526

NORTH CAROLINA

GOLDSBORD, NC- 1-95 TRAVEL-ERS . And hunky Leather and boot wearing dudes notice. Two Leather loving, boot worshipping men, looking for friends, and want to help others . Both Versatile W / M's, 190 lbs., and 180 lbs., 5'11" and 5'10", Harley riders. Looking for a pet under 30 over 21 to take care of. Phone / photo-replys answered first. Traveling soon-write now. Rick- /Larry Rt. 2, Box 137, La Grange, NC 28551

OHIO

BOOT LOVER

27, 5'7", 137 lbs., looking for neat guy Into Frye Boots that wants me to lick them and cum on them. Box 151.

SLIM NOVICE

23, Columbus desires manhandling, ws, boots, handcuffs, verbal, etc., from understanding big brother. Write with picture and telephone. Box 1331

BEAR

CLEVELAND, Bear Seeks vers. Kinky cubs, under 35 for possible relationship. Photo / phone. Box 1613

SEEK LOCAL FRIENDS

COLUMBUS, SM, 33, 6', 180 lbs., 7", aries, experienced. Seeks local friends under 30. I'm into bondage, tit and C&B Pain, Have many toys and enjoy using them. Send letter with photo to Box 20422, Columbus, Ohio 43220

CLEVELAND MACHO MEN CLEVELAND, Hot and Horny W / M. 31, 6', 175 lbs., Seeks Cleveland area hunks who are into cock sucking (A / P), Fucking, Light S&M, and B&D, some W / S, J / O, MS and / or shaving. Real turn-on when a HOT STUD works on my Tits. Prefer aggressive and Dominant partners with muscular or slender bodies. Will REVERSE roles for submissive partners. No fats please. Reply with photo and phone to Boxholder, P.O. Box 29293, Cleve-land , Ohio 44129

COLUMBUS, SM, 32, 6', 180 lbs., Aries, intelligent professional, experienced . Seeks local friends 25-35. I'm into bondage, tit and C & B pain; have many toys and enjoy using them. Send letter with photo, box 730

CLEVELAND BODYBUILDER

Hot young white Master, 23, new to Cleveland, 6', 165 lbs., 8, exceptional mind, meat, looks, body, would like to meet hot, USDA prime slaves and / or other masters in Cleveland area. Write with photo and phone and limits to SIR, P.O. Box 16416, Cleve-land , Ohio 44116.

MASTER WANTED-Age 30-45, by Novice in Dayton, Ohio. Should have average or nice body. Am Greek passive , French active, heavy into piss-drinking . Willing to accept fist from right person. I am 34, white male, professional. Travel to Chicago and New York often. Box 1405

AKRON AREA, GWM, 55, 6'1", 190 lbs., Trim, muscular, hairy desires relationship with similar Macho type. Enjoy sports, music, travel, active / P- assive, French or Greek. Affectionate & loving. Frank Rose, 4272 Leewood Rd. Stow, Ohio 44224 or call 688- 8164 6-10 p.m. or weekends til 11 p.m. Help right guy relocate. Over 40 please.

CINCINNATI, MS / SM, Pisces, 28, 6'. 165 lbs., white, 6", novice. Intelligent, seeks mutual satisfaction with friend / brother / lover 18-40 into light S&M, no fats, fems. Box A79

CLEVELAND, MS, 28, 6', 170 lbs. swimmer's build. Did you like playing cowboys and indians as a kid? I still do-I'm into wrestling, being captured and tied up to please my captor . If you like games, write to Box 21192, Cleveland, OH 44121.

COLUMBUS, SM, Virgo, 40, 5'9", 183 lbs., white, 64"; biker, leather / levi, mutual satisfaction for macho, sincere , straight-appearing butch types. No fems, fats, snobs, chicken. Box 365

BOOT FETISHISTS

Would like to meet and / or correspond with men into BOOT WOR-SHIP . Box 1478

DRUMMER 56

HOT HORNY MASTER

Goodlooking, heavy set Master 30, seeks slaves under 35, for training and punishment limits respected and expanded. Box 1311.

COLUMBUS M wants to learn to be a suitable slave; seeks a master who is discreet, white, cut, respects limits in a novice, into Bondage light S&M, Humiliation, camping / fishing, I'm white, 36, 5'11", 190 lbs., cut and strong willed. Willing to travel in state. Not into scat, FF, Drugs. Box 1323

CINCINNATI W / M, 33, 160 lbs., br hair, bl eyes, beard, would like to meet guys 18-34, straight acting. I like music, bowling, walking in the woods, movies, nudity, action NO B&D, S&M. Mick, 11388 LeBanon Rd., Cincinnati, OH 45241 (Box 17)

SIR! W / M slave, 33, 5'11", 175 lbs., 7" cut, new to scene, seeks experienced Master for training.Box B24

OKLAHOMA

STILLWATER, 38, 5'9", 190 lbs., uncut, ex-police looking for other officers and ex-officers into policing, police leathers, uniforms, hop-phoopers and cycle cops as a lifes-tyle . No fakes, overly fat, fems, or drugs. Discreet. Box 885

MOUTH JOCK

A unique trip. Let your big soft cock and balls be strapped into my sensuous mouth pouch! Hunky cowboy. 33, 6'2", solid body, 71 / 2, loose balls, into western wear, military, police uniforms, athletes, seeks men with similar interests. Box 18441, Oklahoma City, OK 73154.

OKLA CITY SM, White, 43, 170 lbs., 5'10", good muscles, seeks willing hot men to 45 eager to experiment. All scenes considered with limits respected. Am eager to learn and teach. Prefer top but can be willing bottom. Beginners welcome. Discreet . No fats, reply with photo. Box A53

OREGON

VERSATILE Top & Bottom man seeks GR A / P, FR A / P in levis & boots. Bikers in leather okay too. No S&M, drugs, smokers. Enjoy wide variety of experiences but no painful or excessively kinky activities. I am in 40s, hung, discrete and affectionate. If you lust for life, I lust for you. Box A24.

NO NONSENSE LEATHER STUDMASTERS

PORTLAND, W / M, 39, 6'4", 190 lbs., Blonde / Blue, Bearded grants permission to all short / dark bearded W / M Suck Slaves to submit applications for full time, live-in permanent partner position of voluntary Board & Room Servitude. You will be stripped, Shaved, Ringed, Collared and branded. Terms are mine. Training of body, brain and balls. Used as I desire, abused if you deserve. Lots of discipline. Some affection, BB, B&D, W / S, TT,CBT, V / A, explore S&M, Only shock proof dudes 21-35 need apply. Photo and frankness demanded. Box 1609

ITALIAN FUCKMASTER WANTED BY:

Handsome, Hunky W / M, Dk. Blond, 31, 5'11", 170 lbs., with tight muscular Ass needs super built, super HUNG Italian Stallion to 50, Phila. or S. Jersey. B.H. C / O Box 137, 2039 Walnut Street, Phila, PA 19103

HOT COP

Wanted by handsome, unruly fugitive, 31, 150 lbs., 5'7", Dave, Box 998, Beaverton, OR 97007

Portland bottom seeks dominant, aggressive top. Dig ass beating, humiliation, piss, rimming, toys, tit-work , kinky scenes. Am 31, 6'2", 185 lbs., goodlooking. Box 624.

SALEM, 48, 6', 190 lbs., Seeks younger submissive slim Salem area male for obedience training, spread eagled ass warming, tit / cock ball work. Prefer novice. Box 1325.

PORTLAND PIG

Hairy M, 22, 5'10", 170 lbs., wants aggressive top to help expand my limits. Into W / S, FF, Toys and want to learn more. Box 1336

PORTLAND HARLEY OWNER w / m, 40, into boots, breeches, leather, rubber, wants to meet other big bikers within 600 miles of Por-tland . Box 1328

W / M, 24, NEED MY ASS warmed up real good. Turn me over your knee and spank me with your hand or bend me over a chair or on the bed and let me have it with a paddle. Box 1253

W / M, 5'10", 140 lbs., Goodlooking, 7", Wants body contact, mental domination from hunky, aggressive top who will expand my limits. Box 1471

PORTLAND BOTTOM, slender, bearded, cuddler, 37, seeks artistic topman, sensualist, creative, into knots, oil, many trips. Box B77

W / M, 40, 6'0", 180 lbs., 8", into bondage , cock / ball / tit torture. Box A58

PORTLAND BOTTOM, Slender. Bearded, Cuddler, 37, seeks artistic Topman, Sensualist, Creative, Into knots, Oil, Many Trips. Box 1259

PENNSYLVANIA

ANYONE WHO HAS WRITTEN TO BOX 802, and has not received an answer, is ordered to re-submit to Master's Company, Box 1448, Scran-ton , PA 18510

PHILADELPHIA, S. Aquarius, 46, 5'9", 165 lbs., white, 7", knowledgeable Master requires white slave under 35 into S&M, B&D, W / S, VA, enemas, tit work. Novice acceptable. Limits respected / expanded. Apply with respectful letter, photo, & phone to P.O. Box 11095, Philadelphia, PA 19141, or DRUMMER Box 209.

HARRISBURG, M. 160 lbs., 28, white slave looking for master, 21-45, no fakes, fats, fems, uglys. Into WS, B&D, jock straps, torn pants, verbal humiliation, public worship. Make me your dog with collar and leash. I will obey or else. Will go to NY, Phila- delphia, Baltimore or DC. Box 959.

ATTENTION: TRUCKERS ON STOPOVERS

Attr., slim w / m, 24, 5'9", 140 lbs., Will give complete french to masculine men with 8"plus cock(s). Will travel S.E. PA to meet. Appreciate photo, description and details. Photos returned. Write P.O. Box 362, Reading , PA 19603. Ages 18-35

WILKES BARRE, S. Cancer, 43, 6', 170 lbs., White, Militry / Penal discipline , over 20 years military experience . Seeks prisoners for steel bondage, cells, cages, heavy physical exercise, hard labor in chains, interrogation. Scene is of primary importance. Limits observed, beginners trained. No fems, fats. Box

MUSCULAR & MASCULINE S

30, 6'1", 200 lbs., 8" cut, seeks instrument of suffering and service. You are a muscular straight-appearing M who needs to submit to the abusive control of an understanding but strict and imaginative Master. Send your letter of submission with Photo to: Masters Company, Box 1448, Scran-ton , PA 18510

PHILADELPHIA LEATHER MASTER

40s, W / M, 5'9", 165 lbs., masculine & hung requires w / m slave 21-35 into S&M, B&D, WS., Novices acceptable. Limits respected / expanded. Apply with respectful letter, photo & phone number. P.O. Box 11095, Phila., PA 19141

PHILADELPHIA. M, Cancer, 43, 6'2". 210 lbs., white, 7"; learning fast. Masculine weightlifter with 48" chest, 34" waist. Bondage (steel and leather) and other experiences with clean masculine S desired. Box 023.

PHILADELPHIA, S. Virgo / Scorpio 42, 5'7", 160 lbs., White, 7", knowledgeable. Italian stallion, muscular and hairy, experienced to understand limits in all areas, Master seeks masculine, obedient slave to serve his boots, Leather and chains, will train up to 35 in S&M, B&D, WS, chainsbike and western, Leather, toys. Send letter of submission with photo and phone. No bullshit. Box 052

SCRANTON, M. Gemini, white, 47, 5'6", 154 lbs., 6", intelligent novice seeks understanding, affectionate Master (any age) who will respect and expand limits. Am adventurous and pretty solid. Any race okay. Box 964

PITTSBURGH, S, 44, w / m, 6', 185 lbs., hairy chest, 7" uncut. 8 year USMC. Into B&D, leather, levis. Wants masculine stud who understands submission and service, willing to give his body for my pleasure. Box 83

PITTSBURGH AREA MASTER

45, 5'8", 155 lbs., cigar smoker, full leather, requires submissive slaves under 6'. Fully equipped dungeon. Hot, heavy scenes. Want real submissive men, no phonies, fats, fems. Young novices considered for permanent servitude training. You are ordered to send photo and letter of submission to Master Boots, Box 534, New Kensington, PA 15068

PHILADELPHIA, S, 27, 6'5", 215 lbs., seeks obedient slave for ass action, boot worship and plenty of cock. Novice ok, but must be willing to expand limits. Submissive letter and photo a must. Box A80.

Imitate me into the ritual of your fantasy . String me up in bondage, pierce me, flog me, torture me, torture my tits / cock / balls, fill my ass, piss in my face, let me suck your sweaty pits and worship your body-your cock, balls, tits, ass, feet. I am 6'1", 160 lbs., lean, with trimmed beard and moust-ache . Respect my limits while you expand them. Not into scat. Box A72

LEATHER DUDE

PORTLAND, W / M, 39, 6'4", 190 lbs. Leather dude grants permission to all slaves to submit application for training , facts and photo demanded. Likes considered, limits respected but expanded. Contact by Masters welcome for info. Write N.B., P.O. Box 3241, Portland, OR 97208

FOOT SERVICE

I know how to please. 5'6", 32, 140 lbs., w / m, will worship your feet- /boots. Moustache a plus, beards O.K. Box 705.

A SECRET SPOT

YORK, A secret spot, a scorching summer sun. You and your buddy: Sinister, surly, sturdy, strapping, shirtless studs. Me: Staked down and strung up, stripped and stretched spread eagled. From you a snicker, from your sidekick a sneer. Serious stuff. Box 1618

MASCULINE BLACKS WANTED BRYN MAWR, Two guys, 36, 6', 175 lbs., and 46, 5'10", 140 would like to correspond, meet masculine Blacks who are interested in hot, uncomplicated encounters. Into most scenes. No restrictions except femss, heavy drugs, scat or hustlers. Your nude photo gets ours. Box 24, Wayne PA 19087

"SLAVE SOUGHT"

PHILADELPHIA, Goodlooking, 30, 6'4", 230 lbs., Muscular, masculine, S, You are Hunky, Hung, M, Who needs creative abussive Master to control Mind and Body. Photo with letter of submission will be offered to Master's Co. II, P.O. Box 3953, Phila-delphia , PA 19146

"STRAIGHT RAZOR SHAVING" PHILADELPHIA AREA, Master shaver's straight razor is available to make youa s hairless as a baby from the top of your head (if possible) down to your nuts and asshole. A respectful request for a possible appointment including S.A.S.E. and frontal nude will be considered. Box 1553

SENSITIVE MASTER

PHILADELPHIA, I do not hesitate to tell you I am a sensitive Master. Men come to me for many reasons: love, friendship, guidance, training, Some come and go. THe knowing men return for my grasp, my mastery. I stress complete psychological discipline and devotion. Warning: Strict as I am sensitive. 35, bearded, 5'10", trim, handsome. Openings only for serious slaves and novices to age 40. Photo and respects to:D'Ortenzio, P.O. Box 2202, Philadelphia, PA 19103MASCULINE

WEIGHT LIFTER

PHILADELPHIA, M / S, Cancer. 43, 6'2", 210 lbs., White, 7" Cock. Masculine weightlifter with 43" Chest, 34" Waist, Leather / Levi Motorcyclist. Bondage and other good times with masculine partners desireds. Box 023

RHODE ISLAND

OBEDIENT SLAVE

PROVIDENCE, American Indian and black male, 30, 5'8", 160 lbs., Weight lifter, Muscular Body, Black Leather Master who'll relocate in August wants a Slave(s), any part of the country, Especially California, any race, under 50 but most important all young guys under 25 who realize they were born slaves and need a Master to show them what a slave is and how to serve and obey his MAS-TER . If my slave disobeys me in any way, he'll know punishment and torture and what a slave is. If you have no desire to serve a MASTER, Don't write. No fems, phonies. Photo of you and if you're worthy, will get one of me. Box 1548

NEW ENGLAND LEATHER MAS-TER , Late twenties, 5'8%", 145 lbs., 6", Weight lifter, hot looks and body, seeks TRUE Leather Clad Slave into all (or most) scenes, no scat. Send letter of submission, photo exchange necessary. Box 5294, S. Attleboro, Mass. 02703

WET

Providence-Attractive man, 28, 5'11", 160 lbs., with tight body seeks others to age 35 for mutual W / S, like hairy legs, moustaches, beards. Also would like to correspond with others into water sports nationwide. Photo if possible. Box 1492

SOUTH CAROLINA

SUGGESTIONS, SIR?

28, 6', 170 lbs., Brn / Grn, 6". Inexp. but eager to learn. Have fantasies for 1001 nights. Box 1406

M, 25, white, 5'10", 145 lbs., into fuck-ing and fist-fucking (receive ing), piss, S&M (whipping, tit & ball torture ), bondage (spread-eagling, gags), domination, verbal abuse, leather, levis, boots. Seeks meet ings / correspondence with aggres sive Tops / Masters in USA, Europe, Canada, Australia. Box 288.

TENNESSEE

TENNESSEE, Long, lean bi-sex stud digs other shit-together men who know what they like and have balls enough to ask for it. Am tired of quick sex and bull shit. Dig old fashioned hands-on-man to man sex. When two men respect, trust, and are comfortable with each other, anything goes. A man should give me what a woman cannot: man smells, Man tastes, and good deep man sounds. Like it long and slow with an honest buddy who knows he needs his mind and soul fucked more than his body. It's plain good to proudly share what you have with a man worthy of it. Prefer uncut, like me, with low hanging balls. If 41 years, 6 feet, 155 lbs., 71 / 2", greying black hair, beard / Moustache sounds good to you; get in touch. Am plan- ning a West Coast trip the summer of 1981. Box 61

TEXAS

MACHO MASTER WANTED

CHICAGO, Busy Houston executive late 30's Seeks live in g / w / m, Master 20-40, Must be mature, masculine, well hung, good body, experienced in S&M and other kinky scenes and available to travel USA and abroad. All expenses paid, non-smoker preferred . Aggressive topman can share exciting life at the top. Send detailed self-description and nude photo to ALLEN ROBERTS, Box R-122, 323 Franklin Bldg. South, Suite 804, Chi-cago , IL 60606

SLAVE-HOUSEBOY WANTED HOUSTON, YOUNG, Attractive slave / houseboy wanted, to serve every need, desire of two MASTERS. Must be totally submissive, able to care for house and vbacation retreat. employable, and able to relocate in Houston. Send recent, clear photograph with application. For consideration / information. Must be filled promptly-do not delay. Box 1529

DALLAS COMPLETE MASTER

36. 6', 165 lbs., sensational fist fucker, insatiable big cock, flexible feet for unusual ass play, seeks slaves who are serious about their role and want a lifetime in S&M. Box 476

VERSITILE IN S&M ROLES

LUBBOCK, W / M, 25, 6', 160 lbs.,br / hair, bl. eyes, athletic build, double Aquarian, into FF, W / S, B&D, L / L, T / T, Enemas, photos. Versitile in S&M roles. Enjopy pain but not necessary. Respect and will explore limits. Open to relationships. Can and do travel. Good drill instructor. Custom make all my leather toys and will do same for others. Knowledgeable in the occult and parapsychology with 12 years experience in meditation . Box 1600

DIG J / O

Hard, lean, long haired blonde, 6'0", 155 lbs., 24, digs hot j / o and body licking. Digs cum shot all over ass. Also dig on mutual ass-eating and long slippery make-out sessions. Hard young (over 18) dudes only who dig J / o. T.W., 4000 Hwy 365, No. 231, Port Arthur, TX 77640.

BEAUMONT Young w / m, 6'2", 30, blond hair, blue eyes, Greek passive, French active, wants to meet sincere, masculine top man for possible relationship . Must be 30-45, honest, sincere , and trusting. Am willing to go B&D and spankings. Please into write to Jon, 6370 College No. 4, Beaumont, TX 77707. Please include photo if possible.

EAGER TO LEARN

HOUSTON area w / m, 32, 5'9", 150 lbs., willing to do anything for someone who will teach and train. Like moustaches, trimmed beards, hairy chests and legs. Box 386.

HOUSTON MASTER, 45, w / m, 5'11" 175 lbs., gentle but firm, accepting applications. Slave, you must be masculine, well-proportioned, obedient , willing to serve. Inexperience OK, you will be trained. Reasonable limits respected. Write sincere, confidential letter. Ask what questions you have NOW. Include photo. Permanent live-in possible. I can travel. Box 633.

AUSTIN, W / M, 36, 5'8", 145 lbs., bearded. Into cut / uncut, light S&M, L / L, jockstraps, gym shorts, FF, ball fucking, dildoes, total ass involve ment. Will try uniforms, W / S, B&D, slave role. No fats, fems, scat, blood, torture, or marks. Can be Top, bot- tom, mutual. Photo / phone gets immediate reply. Box 751

DALLAS. 41 and out for kinky fun. Top guy 5'8", 130 lbs., nice looking. No scat, no fems, but lots of c / b, tit, and ass play; spankings; bondage; and w / s. Enclose photo. 18 to 45 white only. Box 987

COWBOY MASTER

W / M, 24, 170 lbs., looking for slaves into heavy B&D, WS, C / B, boot worship or anything else I order. Application with photo will be considered. Box A17.

HUNKY ORIENTAL, 27, seeks a slave or Master into piercing, bondage, shaving, ball play and more. Must be muscular and hairy. Send photo. Box 864

FT. WORTH, SM, 47, 6'2", 195 lbs., 7" uncut, German Aquarius is looking for slave. Should be knowledgeable, clean, not into drugs, interested in motorcycles, uniforms, boots, and leather. Not into FF, scat, w / s. Box 059D

GRAHAM-28, 5'9", 140 lbs., Bottom needs playmate(s) or Pen Pal(s). Interests; W / S, FF, C / B, B / D, and Toys. One Good Picture deserves another … Box 1440

BEEVILLE. Good top looking for good bottom. Maculine S, w / m 36, 5'10'4", 150 lbs., Bearded, hairy, muscular. Be my week-end slave. I enjoy remote weekend camping trips. I have 4 wheel drive & boat. You must be 18-40, submissive, slender. Lets find out what turns your lights on. Box 1317

CHAIN GANG

Need a rough and raunchy dude to make me work chain gang fantasy. Force hard labor, rough treatment, dirt, strict discipline. Like to hear real experiences of work gangs, etc. Details and photo gets mine. Can travel. Box 1314

DALLAS-SUBMISSIVE, hot. Thirsty guy seeks men into piss, j / o, spit, verbal abuse, dogs, and dirty fantasies. Enclose phone number. Box 1376

DALLAS W / M, 5'11", 165 lbs., 8" cock, mid 40s, Seeking dudes into mutual give and take working over cock, tits, balls, assholes, with Leather, chains, jocks. Need hot cowboys and truckers. No fats, fems. Eager to explore. Box 1374

"TURNED OUT"

TEXAS, DESIRE TO CORRESPOND WITH YOUNG INMATES WHO were turned out in jail or prison and who are willing to write about their sexual experiences during the "turn Out" event and events following the turn out. Will answer all letters promptly. Box 1494.

MASTER STUD WANTED

HOUSTON Slave needs a kind, loving , tall, well Hung Mr. BENSON Type. Am willing to serve the right one (25-40) can do much. I enjoy life. Please allow me to suck, fuck, drink piss, serve and just be beautiful. Box 1499

TEXAS CENTAUR, W / M 34, 197 lbs.. 5'11%", wants very much to hear from mounted Police and Motorcycle Police. Also would like to hear from other uniformed city Police and State Troopers. Also other men, who love Horses, Tall boots and uniforms. Steve, P.O. Box 2683, Fort Worth, Texas 76113

NEED A SHAVE & A HAIR CUT? 25, 6', 165 lbs., W / M looking for a furry male animal that needs shearing from top to bottom. You will be tied down (if necess.) and worked over with scissors, clippers, & a razor, to be followed with an oil rubdown . Long haired and or bearded studs preferred. If interested write P.O. Box 12874, San Antonio, Texas 78212

HOUSTON, EAGER PUPIL OF S&M, B / D, W / S, leather, Body Shaving, Am 140 lbs., 42, Seeks firm, gentle 5'7' knowledgeable Teachers and Masters . Small endowment but large desire an capacity to Learn, Service, Pleasure and obedience. Box 1396

EL PASO-Looking for versatile partner for prolonged bondage, medium to heavy S&M, shaving, water sports. Should be masculine in both attitude and appearance. Will assume either role for the right partner, Box 256

DALLAS / FT. WORTH, Spanings vien or Received by UTA student w / m, 27, with strap paddle or cane. Send descriptive letter & Photo if possible. Box 1257

YOU CAN'T BEAT DRUMBEATS

DALLAS, 5'8", 150 lbs., 27 years old, likes to be wrestled down, roped and gagged by muscular captor for total tight prolonged bondage and forced to submit. Can reverse roles. Box 734.

UTAH

2 HOT LEATHER BOTTOMS

SALT LAKE CITY, Two Hot Leather / Levis Bottoms, Mid 40's, S&M Novices , need careful S&M Instruction by Hot Top Any age is experienced and creative teacher. Use Bottoms for hard fucking, W / S, FF, Rimming, Enemas, Any intense Long Lasting Scene except Heavy Pain, Drugs, scat. Box 1610

VIRGINIA

MY FANTASY

ARLINGTON, The sticky heat of the night hangs in the air. As my car tops the hill, a blurred figure can be seen in the distance. Hips thrust forward, his thumb is extended. Then I notice, he is completely NUDE…Could this be you. Box 1601

VIRGINIA MASTER

MASTER, 33, 6', 115, seeks partner into weekend B&D, S&M, sessions. Limits respected. Confidentiality expected and assured. Apply with photo. Those with phone answered first. Travel East Coast often. Box 1575W / M

45, 6'2", 190 lbs., looking for Black Master, I am French a / p, Greek p, Want B&D, WS, and the chance to spread for you and your Black buddles . Box 1404

LEO-6', 48, 165 lbs., Dk. Blonde, Dk blue eyes Ruddy, tough beer drinking cigar smoker, ex-cycle cop, into tall boots, cycle cop uni forms-breeches , motorcycles (harleys), Horses, Leather Levis, Western and English riding gear. Barn and out- door scenes, Kinky wild fun. Get off with oil, cigar, mud, axle grease, wax, chains, spurn, tires, spitting, drinking piss from boots and helmets. Turned on to truckers licking cum from 18 wheeler gas tanks and wheels, sad dles and boots, J / O on boots, dig riding crops, ropes, Tattoos, jack room and stall scenes, amyl, smoke 7" cut, SS types. Travel U.S.A., photo and phone gets first answers. Write box-holder , P.O. Box 5501, Richmond, VA 23220

ALEXANDRIA W / M, 27, 5'8", 150 Ibs., Hung, seeks Marine, DI type to strip, tie, gag, blindfold, torture my tits, C&B, and whatever else turns him on. Travel NY, CA. Box

MAKE ME BEG FOR IT … NORTHERN VIRGINIA-Young cocksucker needs verbal abuse from young, Hung men. Tease me, Make me beg for it

WASHINGTON

CIGAR SMOKERS

Hot muscular leatherman, 32, who smokes and gets turned on to cig ars wants contact with men of same interest. Will be starting an organi zation for cigar smokers soon. P.O. Box 20604, Seattle, WA 98102

MASTER WANTED BY:

W / M 27, 6'3", 175 lbs., 71 / 2" Cut. Seeks experienced Master to take my body and USE IT THE WAY HE WANTS, B&D, S&M, W / S, Fist Fuck-ing , C&B Torture, Tit Work. No Fats or Scat. Can Travel for right Master, Answer with Photo Please SIR, Box 1467

NEED WORKOUT

SEATTLE, B&D, No S&M, into chaps, speedo, jocks, harness, Need work out partner for weight lifting. White, 50, 190 lbs., looking for similar. Box 861

GOODLOOKING WHITE BEGINNER:

SEATTLE, 6', 145 lbs., 29 in, Looking for Trainer. Like Bikers, Leathermen, and Loggers. Big Boots and Lotsa Leather a plus. Willing to try anything once. Age and looks not important but prefer big and Hairy. Your photo gets mine. All letters answered. Box 1544

MACABRE

SEATTLE, SADISTIC, Brutal Satanic, Young Master Wanted to enforce perm. slavery. Absolutely no limits. Relocate anywhere. Misfit slave not into Leather life-style-Social scene, butch drag, etc. Drugs, smoke, long hair O.K. Box 1538

RASSLIN'

6'2", 188 lbs., lookin' for some athletic competition in Seattle. Col legiate, pro, submission, no-holds-barred ; I'll take ya on. Only serious, sweaty jocks need reply. Let's go a few rounds and get down! Box 815

SEATTLE AREA, FF top and / or bot tom looking for good times. Loving fist, trained by the best. Enjoy men, not boys. Into uniforms, sports (if you know what I mean); am hot for truckers, cowboys and leathermen. Am 5'11", 170 lbs., husky, 9" uncut. Box 698.

YAKIMA, leather & boot loving macho man, seeks like-minded muscular stud for permanent relationship . I'm 36, Handsome, bearded a plus. Please send photo. Box 1268

SEATTLE AREA-FF TOP OR BOT-TOM looking for good times. Have a sweet Ass that's been trained by the best. Enjoy men, not boys. Into uniforms , sports (if you know what I mean); Am hot for Truckers, cowboys and Leathermen. Am 5"11, 165 lbs., With 9" of hot Hard Meat. Box 1442

WEST VIRGINIA

HARPERS FERRY. 32, 6', 160 lbs., 10" cut. Looking for w / m, 18-35, muscular and hairless preferred, nice ass, who wants his tits worked over. Box 736

21, 5'11", 165 lbs., blue eyes, blond hair. Looking for w / m, 18-35, nice ass, muscular. Box 1337

WISCONSIN

LEATHER GROUP TO TRAIN MILWAUKEE, Leather group to train or turn Hot young punk into slave Captured, Manhandled, felt up. Wrestled, forced to submit to your cock's need. Need tight buns, lips fucked by gang bang rape. Eager to learn but respect my limits. No FF. B&D, Scat, Piss. I'm 32, 150 lbs., 6'. Send letter of what you like to do with me with photo. Prefer 40 to 60 year olds. Will answer all letters. Box 1616

MILWAUKEE W / M, 28, 6'1", 170 lbs., 10", seeking Master / Lover relationship with w / m 18-29 yrs. Must be patient and understanding as I am new to this scene. Will answer all with frank letter. State your demands and send with photo to Box 973.

DRUMBEATS GET RESULTS!

GOOD TIMES WANTED

SOUTHERN WIS, NO ILL. Please write. W / M Mid 30's, 5'10", 170 lbs., wishes to meet and correspond with male friend. For good times. Discreet 18-32. Good looks, very friendly, love french, some greek action. No drugs or rough stuff. Enjoy movies, good food, conversation, travel, & out door activities among others. Send photo, phone. Bob w. P.O. Box 332, Stoughton, WI 53589

MILWAUKEE, M, 5'91 / 2", 145 lbs., white, hairy chest, novice needs instruction in B&D, WS, S&M, etc. from Master who will show me my limits and respect them and teach me my role. No heavy drugs, fats, fems, scat. Photo greatly appreciat ed. Box 837.

WANTED:

SOUTHEASTERN WISCONSIN. Houseboy, Young w / m (18-21), smooth, hot, tight, hung, cut, into light bondage, cock / ball and tit work. am in 20's, muscular, tight. Room- /board furnished plus small salary. Swimming pool available, beach within blocks. Extreme Southeastern Wisconsin location. Photo and phone, in reply. Box 1563

KINKY

Submissive GWM 22, 5',9", 125 lbs.,slim, brown hair and eyes, very attractive, intelligent and sensitive, orally inclined. Seeks dominant young GWM (20-30) cute, clean and sinceré to experiment with and teach me B&D and light S&M who is also able to give and receive affection and appreciate a caring and loyal friendship . Am also into fantasy scenes. Fake fantasy wrestling, etc, into clean socks and feet, licking sucking them, etc. Into all except Grk, W / S Scat, FF and drugs. Letter with photo gets mine. R.P.G. C / O P.O. Box 2017, Pawtucket, R.I. 02681

WYOMING

Looking for macho partner with 9 to 12" who wants to retire to the coun try. Spend a week or a lifetime riding, fishing, camping and srewing. Will take care of all needs. Send photo and frank letter to Box A43.

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COMFORTABLE, sexy sideless T- Shirt-You've pumped it up now show it off… 100% Cotton-colors: White, Black, and Yellow in small, medium, large and bodybuilders sizes. $10. plus $2. postage and handling . 2 for $16. Calif. residents add 6% sales tax. SEND YOUR CHECK OR MONEY ORDER TO: ROBERT VAN CLEEF, 8033 SUNSET BLVD. #149, LOS ANGELES, CA 90046. Allow 4 to 6 weeks for delivery.

MR. NUDE APOLLO, body builder. Have musuclar buns with dimples, send $5 for my private EROTIC photo set and letter detailing my modeling session. Can travel. Dick, 54 W. Randolph St. Suite 606-F7, Chicago, IL 60601

EROTIC BONDAGE PICTURES

Mr. Nude Apollo in captive poses. Let me turn you on. Send $5 to Dick, 54 W. Randolph St., Suite 606-FT, Chi-cago , IL 60601

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Investigations with on the scene photos . Choose from: Kidnap victim, 20 years, 2-state rustling ring nabbed, room and board in bondage, Good Father and officer, trespasser caught red handed, never tease a He man. $5 ea. or 3/$10. Immediate delivery in plain envelope. B. Sayers, P.O. Box 64. Millwood, NY 10564

TRAVEL SLING, strong Lt. wt., canvas w / leg straps w / this you can take it with you and play for hours in comfort . Send $58 to Taylor of S.F., 1225 Folsom Dept #21, S.F., CA 94103. Charge cards welcome.

QUAINTANCE PAINTINGS PRE-SERVED on 24 brilliant color slides. Complete set only $25 P.O. RA West, 4494 Treat, Box 21377, Concord, CA 94521

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$30.00 ppd @ 1980) A. Lemes-Hotline Temporary tattoo ink (patent pending)-used in a real tattoo machine but unlike regular tattooing pigment lasts but a week. 15 ppd, 6615 Franklin Ave., Suite 211, Hollywood , CA 90028. Void where Prohibited by law. Must be 21.

If you would like to pick up the phone and have a hot young dude entertain you, get a copy of my SPECIAL BUL-LETIN . Describes over 250 male models and male escort services in 34 cities. Many are Colt, Blueboy, Target models who will be glad to pose for you for a fee. Phone numbers given for every listing. List updated monthly. For your copy, send $5 to: Sam Harrison, 641 North Myers, Burbank, CA 91506

CANADA

ALWAYS EAGER TO LEARN

MONTREAL, 5'10", 175 lbs., can perform as either Master or slave, semi expertly and still as always learning about both roles. Into all forms of Leather and kinky activities. Love raunchy, filthy scenes. Always eager to learn more and willing to participate in anything. Will be in S.F. and Portland in June '81, so get in touch now. Anyone needing a place to stay in Montreal are welcome also. Write now and all answered, photo appreciated but not a necessity. Box 1438 S, 45, 5'11", 150 lbs., slender, blonde, hairy, 8" cut, stern discipli narian, but considerate and respects limits. Seeks 18-40, slender, under 5'10" prefer uncut, should be adventurous and willing to learn with the assistance of my personal slave. No fats, fems, scat. Applicants should be willing to experiment with mild S&M. B&D, WS, and toys. Box 238.

VANCOUVER ARTIST 34, seeks Hunky Men 18-35 to Submit to creatively posed photo sessions in exchange for photos & or Possible pay. Send Photo & Particulars to Jim. Box 1397

MONTREAL Oral slave, 48, white, 5'9", 165 lbs., gives complete mouth and tongue service to macho under 35. Also into worshipping, WS, face-sitting , feet, V.A., humiliations, punishments , exposure. Robert. Box 974

TORONTO, m, Pisces, 5'10", 155 lbs., 40, blue eyes, uncut, wishes to meet dominant S, 25-55, who is ver satile, respectful of limits, sense of humour. M has moderate expe rience, versatile, and into leather, toys, boots, greeek a / p, WS, bon dage, discipline. Have some expe rience as S. No fats, fems, drugs, scat. Box B19

ONTARIO, 26, 140 lbs., 5'8", 61 / 2" cut, semi-muscular M looks for muscular, or well built masculine men under 40, well-hung, white or Black. Have real desire to serve, have my asshole used. Box 473.

SLAVE REQUIRED

Put your body and mind in my expe rienced hands and I will make all the decisions regarding both for your period of servitude. I insist on com plete surrender in bondage to my will. You provide me with humble service and I will give you the respect that service deserves. Learn what true freedom is by losing it to me for our mutual satisfaciton. All applications will be considered on the basis of information supplied in first letter. Master is 5'9"b 35, 140 lbs., Bearded and short hair. Box 1281

BOOT LOVER

Boot Lover would like to hear from men with big well worn dirty boots. Also well worn dirty levis, socks, Jockstraps, and leather Jackets. Very thirsty for HOT GOLDEN PISS. Also need a HUGE FIST for rear pleasure . All answered. Box 1461

VANCOUVER—WITCHCRAFT, BODY / SHAVED WARLOCK, SLAVE BOX 3072, Vancouver, Canada , 65B-3X6 Write

NOVA SCOTIA-HIP RUBBER BOOTS, FIREMEN, Fishermen, Boot-licking, Leather, Titwork, toilet, animals, toys, HUNG hermit needs buddy / Penpal. Am 35, Hairy, Horny, Mature. Photo Required. Write Occupant , P.O. Box 13, Reserve Mines, N.S. BOA 1Vo Canada

EXPERIENCED MASTER WANTED MONTREAL, White, 5'5", 135 lbs., 30, Looking for experienced Master for tit play, ball work, torture, Can Travel. Box 1488

COP WANTED

MONTREAL M wants to serve big cop. Likes jail, Dildoes, Handcuffs. Bare-ass spankings, Flogging, Bon- dage, Fucking, Sucking. Box 1364.

FOREIGN MAIL

When answering foreign ads with box numbers, remember to include the correct amount of overseas airmail postage. Current rates are 40¢ per 1 / 2 ounce. Letters without correct postage will be destroyed.

AUSTRALIA

MELBOURNE. White submissive, Adventurous Bottom, 43, 6'3", 190 lbs., 7" cut, Seeks kinky times with Raunchy, Maco topmen in Levis, Leather, Jockstraps, for Bondage, W / S, Tit, Ass and C / B Play. Am willing to experiment and expand however my limits must be respected. Box 268

SOUTH AUSTRALIA. M, 46, 180 lbs., 71 / 2" uncut, extremely obedient. May I serve you? Box 720

ENGLAND

BOOT / COCK HUNGRY

LONDON, Piss thirsty dude offers his body for your use and abuse. Train me as your obedient Dog Slave. 30, 5'11", 154 lbs., visits USA twice a year. Needs Leather Master, Uni- 154 lbs., visits USA twice a formed Officer, Construction Worker, Trucker, Cowboy--Photo appreciated. Ken, Box 1517

WELL HUNG

TOPMAN WANTED: LONDON, 28, 6'1", 168 lbs., wants his Arse and Mouth Fucked by well hung Hunky anyone or group. S&M and Bondage Topmen. If you are under 55, goodlooking, well-built and can satisfy me, write in detail with photo to: Box 1507

Filth-Loving Slave

39, 5'9", 140 lbs., looking for Master to make him gravel in oil, grease, mud, filth, etc. in chains. Box A95

London, M, 40, 5'9", 150 lbs., 5\%" uncut, into WS, leather, rubber, combat gear, seeks dominant to 45, strict, but respectful of limits. Box 630.

LONDON BEGINNER

W / m, 32, 6'0", 165 lbs., looking for partner inleather or denim. Willing to try almost anythning. Box 716

LONDON, Leather guy, 6"2". lbs., white, 7", very active, strictly top. Wants to meet groovy, muscular slaves who know how to serve a real master. Am into most scenes. Enjoy man-to-man action with guys who are 100% male and proud of it. Write on your knees. Send a photo and I will send mine. If you are a real slave, can guarantee you the real thing. Letters with photos answered first Box 665B.

MIDDLESEX, 37, 5'10", 145 lbs., 7" cut, medium build, short hair, masculine , seeks same, over 30, imaginative , into leather / uniforms or levis. hung. Am into good S&M, bondage, fisting, whipping, dildoes. Box 383.

OXFORD, Knowledgeable M, 37, 5'10", 160 lbs., into leather, rubber, denim. Has good tongue ready to please a master. Box 723.

LONDON AND YORKSHIRE, S. 5'91 / 2", 50, 180 lbs., would like to meet visitors to Britain. Very experienced master. Box 557.

SM, 45, 5'11", 6" cut; imaginative, wide range of interests, willingness. Box 359

WANT CALIFORNIAN SLAVES

LONDON MASTER, 31, 6'2", 160 lbs., Bearded, Hung, Seeks Hot southern California Slaves During vacation, Sept.-Oct. 1981. You are 18-40, smooth skinned, with hungry asshole, into Fist Fucking, C&B Torture , TT, W / S, and being Whipped. Those offering overnight accommodations can reply on same in London. Box 1496

W / M, 35, 5'10", 160 lbs., blond, slim bult. into Mild S&M, B&D, wish to meet with 18-25 Yr. olds, small or medium built. Living in London Ontario area. Phone and photo answer. Pete, P.O. Box 1962 STN A London, Ont. N6A5J4

GERMANY

LUXEMBOURG Novice needs training . W / M, 33, 183 cm., 75 kg., prefers beards, moustaches, country life. Box 629.

MILITARY JAIL TROOPER

WEST GERMANY, German cop, mil- itary jail trooper, 40's, 176cm, 78kg, well built, trim body. An ultra masculine dynamic, experienced stud likes to give it and get it in the end. Have large toys and know how to use them. Will dominate you. What hardcore should be? Very skilled as FF Top and taking deep as FF wide receiver. My big bull balls crave heavy duty scenes. Are you man enough to try??? Let's get it on in my well equipped play room . Write to Jail, Walter, P.O. Box 860114, D-5000 Cologne 86, West Germany

TRAVELING U.S.A.

BERLIN, GERMAN MAN, 34, warm hearted, goodlooking, traveling USA soon, seeks buddies into refined, prolonged, artful bare bottom-discipline , spanking, paddlings, birching, etc.-either role. No brutali-ties , Father / Son fantasies, Mutual ecstacy, love, understanding, cuddling . I am slim (130 lbs.), you don't have to be…Write soon to : B. Leh-mann , Mehringdamm 60, 1000 Berlin-61 (West), Germany,

COLOGNE, SM, 45, 6', white, 7" uncut, into either role, experienced and convincing, masculine, slender and muscular, tends towards S role. Interested in meeting men into more than sex. Should be intelligent, masculine , wear leather naturally. Should be my age or younger, no fats or fems. Travel to U.S. occasionally. Box 112.

GERMAN MASTER, 29, 6'4", 7%" uncut, into leather and boots, S&M, heavy TW and piss action, FF, boot-wood needs bearded slaves and masters to contact with, travellers welcome: Henning Grote, Hum-boldstr 7, D 3300 Braunshweig, West Germany

GERMANY-White devoted boots-lave wants contact and correspondence with macho muscular high-booted Black master or motorcycle cops and other uniformed studs for licking and sucking service. Box A63

COLOGNE, 36, 78cm, 64 kg, uncut, Hairy, Leather guy and biker, seeks 18-35 for Leather-Sex, Piss-Sex. Visiting San Francisco in Aug. 81. Write Box 1285.

WEST GERMANY, FRANKFURT, two LEATHER guys, Black & White, 27, Wants to meet Hot Leahter Studs to 45, Prefer UNCUT and versatile. Be our guest for Hot Kinky Times, Letters with photo answered first. Box 1480

NEW ZEALAND

BUTCH BODYBUILDER FROM NEW ZEALAND

LEAN STRONG HUNGRY ROUGH TOP OR BOTTOM, 45, Smoooth skinned. Visiting Hawaii, San Francisco , Los Angeles, Starting May 24th, 1981. Will try anything. Keen to explore my limits & yours. Dungeons , spreads eagling, Tit clamps and tit torture, whip and whatever else?? Box 1483

SWEDEN

YOUNG SCOTSMAN, 25, m, 6'1", 175 lbs., 8", handsome, muscular, athletic needs to be dominated and trained by another similar stud (leather, levi, cowboy, etc.). Write for future contact. Photo, please. Box A78

Malmo, S, 41, 6'1", 70 kg. 7%" uncut, hard and demanding top seeks slaves who want to be completely controlled. No games, the real thing only. No fats, fems, limitations. Box 477

STOCKHOLM BEGINNER wants muscular trainer. Am 23, 5'10" blond, 200 lbs, 6" uncut. Box 556

SWITZERLAND

GENEVA: YOU ARE A HOT TOP, or better a MASTER? Then you are entitled to my hospitality and my service : I am 39, Tall, slim, bearded, hairy, and happy to serve well. I'm also looking for a Total OWNER any- where in the world. TEL: 31.91.76 Name Chris. or write Box 1473

FIND IT IN DRUMBEATS

Young, goodlooking Swiss gay man, 29, would like to meet and correspond with handsome musuclar bodybuilder. Will be visiting Chi- cago, NYC, L.A., San Francisco during July and August 19812. Who will be my guide? Many interests. Write with photo. I like 'em big and brawny. Box B35

PROVIDING TORTURE

PARIS, SM Virgo, 38, 5'7", 140 lbs., White body builder, Masculine Biker, Shorthairs, moustache. Into Leather and Levis and Boots. Experienced with play room, well equiped, toys, mirrors, sling. Seeks partner(s) SM. No fems, fats. To 50 or Master into W / S, B&D, FF, Whip, Tit Works, Boots or working shoes, Chains providing some torture or pain. Must be masculine into Leather, Respectful of Limits. Box 884. Travel USA yearly.

ANY SERIOUS DISIPLE OF SATAN WANTED

SAN FRANCISCO, Any serious dis-iple of Satan wanted by evil minded w / m. Master, 49, 5'10", 175 lbs., 61 / 2 Fat, Big-headed, Cut, for ritual working out of each others needs, however unusual. Bernael, Box 4373, San Francisco, CA 94101

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LONDON LEATHER

Maybe it's a good idea to start with an explanation of who I am.

In Great Britain and Europe my name is known for my articles in various gay magazines. For the past five years my writings have concentrated on the leather scene. Its rapid expansion over the past couple of years has given me a lot more to write about.

I am thirty-six and live in London - the only place to be in England if you're into leather.

I run the Eagle bar, which was the first commercial leather bar in this country - opened only last year. It's housed in Heaven, a gigantic gay disco in the centre of London. Heaven is Europe's biggest gay disco.

The leather scene in this country is vastly different to the American scene. Because of our repressive licensing and sex laws, the scene has been held back. It is only recently that businessmen have had the courage to put money into commercial leather bars.

The scene is basically divided into two sections - the MSCs (Motor Sports Clubs), which are primarily social and run by members for members; and the commercial leather bars, which provides good places for cruising. The MSC scene has a much greater history. MSC London, for instance, the biggest leather club in the capital, has just celebrated its seventh birthday. It meets twice a week in its own premises which are situated at 244 Old Brompton Road, which is in the Earls Court district of London. Earls Court is renowned as London's gay ghetto; here you'll find Britain's most famous gay public house, the Coleherne, also in Old Brompton Road, which has a very heavy emphasis on leather.

Perhaps I should explain the difference between a club or bar and a public house (pub). The clubs and bars are usually open from nine in the evening until three in the morning — similar to yours. But pubs have a most peculiar liscence system. They open in the morning at ten-thirty and close again at three in the afternoon. In the evening, they open at five-thirty and then close promptly at eleven. On Sundays , these hours are even more restricted . But back to MSC London: as I've said it's mainly a social group and is not very cruisey. But if you're a visitor to London from the States, it's a good idea to contact the group, who'll offer advice and information about the leather scene. And, every now and again, the group organizes special party nights which are well worth a visit. These evenings are usually followed by a private party at a member's home - these are much wilder.

The reason for this is that the archaic laws which govern public places in this country prohibit any form of sexual liaison. It is illegal over here, too, for more than two guys to get it on! So, most people confine their sexual activity to their own home.

That's ignoring restrooms (cottages) of course, but British, and especially London, cottages are very dangerous. Our police take a delight in catching gay guys at it. Also, it's unwise to hang around outside pubs after closing time they'll get you for soliciting. You have been warned!

In spite of all this, the leather scene has never been healthier.

The other sizeable leather club in London is Spreadeagles, which meets on Thursday, Saturdays and Sundays at the Princess of Prussia, Prescot Street, London E1. The nearest underground station is Aldgate East.

Again, like MSC, this club is more social than cruisy. It usually has a nice mixture of people though and they're very friendly. The Princess of Prussia has a pool room, which is very popular.

Number three in the leather club league is the 69 Club; it's the oldest leather club in the country. The club tends to keep a low profile. It has meetings once a month to which any leather guy can go. At the moment they are meeting at the Tournament public house in Old Brompton Road. But it would be advisable to check with Lon-don's Gay Switchboard (01-837-7324) on meeting place and times.

That takes care of some of the big- gest clubs in London. The commercial scene really only has two leather bars to its name. The aforementioned Eagle which I helped to set up and the Sub- way in Leicester Square.

The Eagle runs a strictly leather- only admission policy and is only open

Thursday and Friday nights (9:30pm - 3am). It has a pool room and a very raunchy atmosphere. It also has a leather shop where you can buy leather items, etc. As I said before, the Eagle bar is within the Heaven disco complex. Heaven plays host to Lon-don's only uniform club on Wednesdays and Fridays. London Blues meet in the Star Bar and operate a uniform- western-denim policy. These meetings are usually very cruisy and the Star Bar is always packed.

Subway has only been open about three months and is already one of the hottest bars in town. It's open every night of the week, including Sunday (very unusual for a club here). Doors open at nine and close again at 3:30am. Again, the Sunday hours are shorter.

The club has two cruise bars downstairs , a restaurant in the middle section and the upstairs bar has been converted into a construction site. The door policy is uniform, western, denim and leather and they're very strict. They tend to have a more relaxed policy about heavy cruising - you can get away with more here than anywhere else in town.

At the time of writing this I hear that the town is going to get yet another leather bar. Again, it'll be meeting in a pub, called the London Apprentice in Old Street, London EC1. The bar is to be named the Leather Apprentice and at the moment I've no information of opening times. But knowing the guys behind the enterprise, it should be quite cruisy. More information when

While you're in London, many of you may see an ECMC badge on a guy's leather jacket. This stands for the European Confederation of Motor Sports Clubs. This is the umbrella organiza- tion for all MSC clubs in Europe. Its function is to organize events all over Europe to which all club members are invited. Each country in Europe plays host once a year to all other ECMC afilliated clubs. The London meeting is looked forward eagerly to by leather guys here. It usually takes the form of a complete week of organized activities. Last year's ended with a party for 1000 guys one Sunday night in Heaven. It was the biggest leather get-together London has ever seen. Very friendly, very cruisy, with guys from all over Europe and the States. Indeed, last year, MSC London played host to a party from CMC California. This was the first time that an American club has been able to take part in the full week's activities. And we hope there'll be many more.

- Bryan Derbyshire

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