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DRUMMER
Vol. 6, No. 53  ·  May 1982
Alternate Publishing
17 articles · 96 pages

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."

— Henry David Thoreau

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Cover

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Table of Contents

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GETTING OFF
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MALE CALL / DEAR SIR
Expanded and still not enough room
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THE M.P. AND THE RAW-ASS RECRUIT
Terrance Sagan tells it like it is
16
IN SEARCH OF OLDER MEN / DRUMMER'S DADDIES
Written by the Daddies and their Daddies' Boys themselves
20
THE EAGLE GETS HIS MERIT BADGE
Dean Masterson takes Eagle Scout Bruce Smith on an outing
25
SLAVES OF THE EMPIRE / PART I
The incomparable Aaron Travis starts us off on a trip into history
35
SLAVE SHIP
Jim Hardfield shows us that getting there is half the fun
45
THE ORDEAL OF THE SEARCH / CENTERSECTION
Looking for Mr. DRUMMER turns out to be more than anyone expected but the sight of all that beautiful beef contesting...
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DRUMBEATS, MAN TO MAN
And on they come, more and more and more
73
TOUGH SHIT
You asked for it, you got it
74
DRUM
Bill Ward shows us that even Drum has a Drummer Daddy
79
LEATHER NOTEBOOK
The old master Larry Townsend levels with you, one on one
81
DRUMMER READS THE BOOKS
and gives you the real scoop
85
CON RAP
Inside looking out
88
DRUMMER ON FILM
DAS BOOT and CIRCLE OF DECEIT get our attention
91
LONDON LETTER
English Leather from our man overseas
94
IN PASSING
We complained about no flesh in Flash and we got some
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Copyright

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Copyright 1982 by ALTERNATE PUBLISHING. All rights reserved. No part of this magazine may be reproduced without prior written permission from the publisher. Published monthly by Alternate Publishing, 15 Harriet Street, San Francisco, California 94103. A stamped, self-addressed return envelope must accompany all manuscripts, photos and artwork that are to be returned. Alternate Publishing can assume no responsibility for material damaged or lost through the mail. Any similarity between characters appearing in DRUMMER and real persons is coincidental. The representation or appearance of any person in DRUMMER is not to be taken as representative of their sexual preference. All inquiries concerning the Leather Fraternity should be addressed to Alternate Publishing at the above stated address.

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GETTING OFF

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"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." Henry David Thoreau

5 GETTING OFF

6 MALE CALL / DEAR SIR Expanded and still not enough room

8 THE M.P. AND THE RAW-ASS RECRUIT Terrance Sagan tells it like it is

16 IN SEARCH OF OLDER MEN / DRUMMER'S DADDIES Written by the Daddies and their Daddies' Boys themselves

20 THE EAGLE GETS HIS MERIT BADGE Dean Masterson takes Eagle Scout Bruce Smith on an outing

25 SLAVES OF THE EMPIRE / PART I The incomparable Aaron Travis starts us off on a trip into history

35 SLAVE SHIP Jim Hardfield shows us that getting there is half the fun

45 THE ORDEAL OF THE SEARCH / CENTERSECTION Looking for Mr. DRUMMER turns out to be more than anyone expected but the sight of all that beautiful beef contesting…

53 DRUMBEATS / MAN TO MEN And on they come, more and more and more

73 TOUGH SHIT You asked for it, you got it

74 DRUM Bill Ward shows us that even Drum has a Drummer Daddy

79 LEATHER NOTEBOOK The old master Larry Townsend levels with you, one on one

81 DRUMMER READS THE BOOKS and gives you the real scoop

85 CON RAP Inside looking out

88 DRUMMER ON FILM DAS BOOT and CIRCLE OF DECEIT get our attention

91 LONDON LETTER English Leather from our man overseas

94 IN PASSING We complained about no flesh in Flash and we got some

Cover by Jim Patton and Rose de Castro Contents page photo by Jim Patton Page four photo of Mr. Southern California Drummer by Rose de Castro

DRUMMER, DRUMSTICKS, DRUMBEATS, TOUGH CUSTOMERS, TOUGH SHIT, GETTING OFF, LONDON LEATHER, LEATHER NOTEBOOK, DRUM, DRUMMER GUIDE TO GUIDES, DRUMMERART, FOR MEMBERS ONLY, MAN TO MAN, and IN PASSING are copyrighted names of departments appearing in DRUMMER. Copyright 1982 by ALTERNATE PUBLISHING.

Copyright 1982 by ALTERNATE PUBLISHING. All rights reserved. No part of this magazine may be reproduced without prior written permission from the publisher. Published monthly by Alternate Publishing, 15 Harriet Street, San Francisco, California 94103. A stamped, self-addressed return envelope must accompany all manuscripts, photos and artwork that are to be returned. Alternate Publishing can assume no responsibility for material damaged or lost through the mail. Any similarity between characters appearing in DRUMMER and real persons is coincidental. The representation or appearance of any person in DRUMMER is not to be taken as representative of their sexual preference. All inquiries concerning the Leather Fraternity should be addressed to Alternate Publishing at the above stated address.

This is the beginning of the new look for DRUMMER. Issue 54 will celebrate our 7th Anniversary and it should be a whopper. Following that, our new editor takes over and we are expecting even greater things. The best keeps getting better in order to give our imitators something to shoot for and at.

A final word about the Mr. International Leather contest. We have been and are very supportive and objective. We said Chicago should be proud to have gotten it together ahead of everyone else. The contest and events were excellent and improving every year, with the contestants always top flight. We merely made a friendly suggestion. Anyone who read anything else into THE SEARCH FOR MR. LEATHER was looking for it.

After the umpteenth complaint from New Zealand that the customs was opening first class mail and sending, instead of its content, notices that it was holding "indecent" material. (DRUM-MER , of course) and the New Zealander shouldn't be allowed to read it. Which, incidentally isn't too different, from England, Canada and Australia, just a little worse. So we sent the following letter to the head schmuck.

Collector of Customs Auckland, New Zealand

We have been informed by subscribers in New Zealand that they occasionally have their first class mail from us seized and placed with a form letter from you saying that our publication DRUMMER is considered by you to be indecent.

Since New Zealand is one of the very few countries in the non-communist world that has such censorship, we are interested in finding what specifically makes DRUMMER indecent in your eyes.

We should appreciate having a copy of the Customs Act of 1966 or whatever you consider your guide to judging what your citizens can or cannot read.

Living in a more enlightened and developed society, we at times forget the less fortunate in other lands and certainly do not want to jeaopardize any of our subscribers in their relationship with those in power.

Very truly yours,

If we get any kind of answer, we'll let you know.

John H. Embry

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MALE CALL / DEAR SIR

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MATRCALL / Dear Sir:

MUSICAL BONDAGE one makes is wonderful.

Vancouver, Canada ward.

ROCK BALLS

Now wait a fuckin' minute here … Terrance Sagan goes into three-column convertible?

Gary Numan? straight as an arrow. I don't know Bowie right after Aladdin Sane.") whether I'd get off more on tying him up or calling him daddy! And let's not forget the shitkickin' bros' in the country / western world: Waylon Jen-nings , Kris Kristofferson, David Allen Coe, Ed Bruce or Johnny Duncan … would you seriously object gettin' naked with any of them?

And let's not forget the late Jim Morrison … possibly the most aggressively sexual rock and roller in the history of the world. Personally, I'd take singing "Come on now, touch me babe, page 45.) can't you see that I am not afraid" has got to be worth the effort.

LEATHERLIFE ABROAD

I would like to comment on Fit To stud like Jim Morrison with one of his tunately, too many times when I'm want to fuuuck yoooouuu…" Maybe D.J. he finally realized he got the roles back- real leather bars and clubs. I would

On the other hand, Captain Morgan make. was great.

E.D.P. detail in Drummer 51 (You Can Come (Mr. Sagan replies: "You can fuck a the Apartacus Guide, which covers the in My Car) to tell us, explicitly, how corpse like Jim Morrison if you like, but entire world - except the USA - and badly he wants to fuck Gary Numan psuedopsychobabble like The End just can tell you more about the whole of Heads in theirs'. Kristofferson? You guides to smaller areas, like the Man-must be kidding! Did you hear him To-Man Holland Guide, the SLM Stock-Where do you guys get off on a fuck whimper "I never wanted to hurt you, holm Guide - the latter published by piece centered around a whimpy excuse Esther" in Star is Born? How much of a the Scandanavian Leather & Motor-for a rock and roller like Gary Numan? challenge is a man who lets Jane Fonda cycle Association — and a few others. Shit, the guy is so asexual that he makes roll him over in Rollover? The lyrics You can usually find the Spartacus David Bowie look macho! Why not go are good, but the rest of Kris is just a one cowboy that'll give any stud worth I'd rather sink my fist in the great his balls one hell of a ride in the back of nebula in Orion than have it wrapped a pickup). There's Charlie Daniels, for around by country / western dingleber-a real challenge … aggressively male, ries. And I have it on good authority mellow 'til you cross him, apparently that Captain Morgan fucked David

MR. DRUMMER CONTEST

I wanted to compliment you on the great event you staged at The Woods. The Mr. Drummer Contest was one of the smoothest productions we have ever attended. Your staff did a fabulous job and are to be commended.

It was a pleasure spending the weekend in the hands of your team.

Bryan Stephenson PROBE stand before a crowd of ten-thousand Drummer Northern California can get a STONE PEOPLE

As I recall, Sagan's piece had, as its Of all the facets of gay life, the lea- visiting new towns and new bars, I have been sadly disappointed. Which leads up to my question. I am going to be moving to Germany in the near future and would like to know where I can get some kind of listing or directory of bars and gay establishments in Europe. Naturally, I am interested in appreciate any suggestions you could

W. Kessler San Diego, CA

Killeen, TX (Editor's Note. We highly recommend Europe than anyone else. There are Guide in bookstores in large cities.)

REAL PEOPLE

I've been reading Drummer for a long time now. It came out when I did. I saw my first issue around 1974-75. It was new and very enlightening. I went on a motorcycle run up north about the same time and met a person whom Griff of Griff's in Los Angeles introduced me to. My brother and I had a great time and we met a writer from Drummer. He liked my name and said he could use it in a story he was writing.

I was very excited and when I saw the next issue, there was a variation on my name in a story! Everyone knows me as Ricko and in the story the character was called Dicko. I was impressed.

I enjoy reading Drummer from cover to cover and always will. You guys open the door for many men who might stay locked in a closet otherwise. Keep it up.

Ricko Los Angeles, CA

Congradulations on your fine and raunchy publication. Keep up the good work. The studs here in Montana are beautiful to look at but impossible to touch, and DRUMMER is nearly consolation eough.

Tom Boulder, MT.

BRITISH BILL BALLBUSTER

Just to advise you that Issue No. 50 arrived yesterday completely untouched just six days after posting. Considering that we have transport strike difficulties in this country at the moment that is very good going and reveals no more delay than ordinary mail.

Since I wrote to you on this subject last month I have heard of instances where the Customs have notified guys of mail held by them and advised where they may collect it, only to find on picking it up that they became subject to prosecution. Some obscure regulation about handling or accepting this sort of mail I suppose, and today I read in the Press that a Bill was introduced in Parliament yesterday to close the "loopholes " in our Porn Laws.

Keep up the good work.

1.5. Dunstable, U.K.

(Editor's Note: While we have heretofore been unaware of the particular situation you describe, where subscribers are entrapped by the postal authorities in England, we wouldn't put it past them, and we are taking the subject very seriously. We are aware that there is an attempt to prohibit certain material from being sent through the mails in the United Kingdom, and we are monitoring the results very closely. There will be nothing we can do if the Parliament succeeds, since the U.S. isn't part of the Common Market but we think that publishers in other countries that are (Sweden, Denmark, Germany) can have a direct impact. We will do everything we can, and we will keep you informed on what happens.)

BINDERS AVAILABLE

Where, Sirs, can I find or send for binders or boxed holders for my collection of DRUMMER? I should gratefully appreciate your directions or referrals. Master Neal New Orleans, LA

First we are accused of never putting a subscription ad (or price) on the pages of DRUMMER, now you remind us that we haven't run our binder ad for quite a while. We have available permanent binders to hold twelve DRUMMERS each in wood grain or black vinyl. Excellent quality and about our cost at 9.95 apiece. Include a buck apiece for postage and shipping the damned things. Mention you saw it in the letters column and the impressionable little slave in shipping will include a back issue of your choice (exclude the ones we are sold out of for chrissake!)

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THE M.P. AND THE RAW-ASS RECRUIT

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THE MP AND THE RAW-ASS RECRUIT BY TERRANCE SAGAN, PHOTOS BY MIKE ARLEN it before it fucks you!

Like I am just minding my own business , trying to hang up eighty yards of hose on this small-ass hook in the shed, when this big bruiser M.P. comes in and tells me to get my act in order. I mean, what am I doing? This hose won't fit on this hook in the first place. A fucking rubber band would fit on this hook, maybe. But my C.O. has instructed me to loop this long-ass hose over this small-ass hook and when I'm trying to do it, this hard-ass M.P. starts getting in my face! What the fuck do we need with an eighty yard hose in the first place?

So like I said, there I was, trying to hurry it up so I could get out of there, head down to the shower and maybe pick up on some head before all the hungry mouths got their fill for the night, and my nuts are boiling, and my dick keeps getting hard, making me forget what I'm doing in the first place.

Then this oversized Amazon of a fucker opens the shed door, stands there with his arms folded across his Steve Reeves chest, just watching me with these evil eyes, and I'm just nodding and scraping and rolling up that fucking hose to beat the band. And just when the fucker uncoils all over the floor, big shoes comes over and taps me on the shoulder with his black night-stick . I just turned around and asked him a polite, "Yes, Sir?" and knew sure as shit that he could see my dick sticking out against my pants legs, getting harder and harder thinking about some sweet lips wrapped around it — and he looked, sure as shit, right down to where my rod was doing a little dance against my thigh and says, "Get your act in order, soldier," then just stands there like some fucking Buddah with his arms refolded over his chest.

And I'm thinking, ain't this just the shits — here I am about to pour a load of cream down my pants legs and this asshole is talking about my "act." I mean, what fucking act is he talking about? The hose? The goddam hose won't fit on the goddam hook! The hose in my pants? What is he, man of

Fuck this man's army! I mean fuck 'club' and how many raw recruit ass-holes he's split open with it.

And then it hit me. This fucker may have intentions about my virgin asshole! He might be thinking about putting that oversized crowbar up my untouched shitchute! My cock stopped throbbing. It dropped its head and began to shrivel up against my crotch. Holy shit! I could be in for a big fucking surprise!

"Straighten up, soldier!" he barked. I jumped. I mean to tell you I jumped up straight as a ramrod and clicked my heels together faster than you can say

'Take it out, it hurts'!

"Now turn around and get that mess cleared up!" He started slapping that black stick against his thigh and I just didn't like the sound of it. I also didn't like the part about "turn around." If there was one thing I didn't want to do, it was turn my ass towards this fucker's front. I just stood there like a rock. I heard him slap that stick against his thigh muscles like a rifle-crack. "I said turn around mister!" I thought I was going to piss in my pants. I thought about pissing in my pants and maybe scaring him away, but I don't think anything would scare this giant moron. So, I turned around, real slow, not quite ready to take my eyes off him - wanted to see every move.

"Eyes front, soldier!"

My head snapped around so fucking fast I thought I had broke my neck! That mess of hose was staring me in the face like green plastic spaghetti on a fork.

"Now clean up that mess!" His hard stick jabbed a little into the small of my back and I nearly shit my pants. I reached for the hose, expecting to feel the end of the stick ease off my backside , but it didn't. And then I got real scared. I was just shuffling that hose like there was nothing wrong in the world, and I felt that stick begin to inch its way down my spine, stop at my belt for a second, then inch down a little further. My knees were knocking, but my damn dick was getting hard again! I thought, you crazy fool; here is this man with maybe your tender asshole on his mind, and you're getting a boner! If you don't go down of your own accord, steel that his dick never gets hard? Shit, you're just going to make matters helmet on and that nightstick hanging I know this dude — I've heard about his worse! But my dick was almost com- out of his hand. pletely hard and growing fast. My balls started pounding like never before and that stick is now in the crack of my ass, just inching its way between my legs until I feel it run into my hairy nuts. Well, I thought I was a goner. I could feel the sap rising in my nuts like a roman candle on the fourth of July.

"Soldier, there's something irregular

Well, shit, I knew that! A couple of things, like my nine inch bone-hard dick kicking like a chorus girl and my lemon-sized balls playing bongos. And there was something irregular outside my pants, too; that fourteen-inch black stick that was only still on the outside because of the regulation fatigues hanging on my hips.

"Put those hands against the wall."

I didn't put nothing nowhere. "I said to grab the wall, soldier!"

Goddam, yessir!, I grabbed that wall like it might fall on me if I didn't.

I felt one of those massive hands come around my waist and quicker than you could say "jackshit, you're in for it," he had unsnapped my web belt and yanked my fatigues down to my knees.

"Those aren't regulation shorts you're wearing, soldier."

No shit, Sherlock. They were goddam fishnet hot pants one of my lunatic aunts back in Iowa had sent me in case I got shipped oversea. She had some ass-hole idea that I might want to look sexy if I ever got caught with my pants down. And I was wearing them because all my army issue stuff was still waiting to be washed. My locker had a pile of regulation boxer shorts with come stains on the crotch.

That nightstick was trying to see if it could get in one of the fishnets and I was getting a little wet on the end of my dick. If I shot my load in these clothless babies, it would just run down my leg.

Next thing I know, the stick isn't there anymore. But I am hearing a zipper unzip and a buckle snap open and King Kong is slipping off his starched khakis.

"Turn around, soldier!" He barked and I turned around. Holy Shit! There he was, standing in hos jock strap like the fucking colossus of Rhodes, with his

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"These are acceptable underwear for a soldier, mister. You see this jock strap? You should be wearing one just like it. How come you have a hard-on, soldier? You have a problem with your dick?" looked down and my rod was sticking half way out of my fishnet briefs, the skin had pulled back and the head was shining like a polished apple. And a few drops of come were dripping out of the slit. Then I looked back at him. That jockstrap looked like it had two baseballs and an Italian salami in it.

"Get over here, soldier. I got some K.P. for you. Clean off this jockstrap."

I looked around for a sponge or a mop or even a broom.

"Get on your knees, mister."

Well, maybe I could just dust it off with my hands.

"Use your tongue … or you'll get this number thirteen boot up your ass."

My tongue flew out of my mouth so fast I thought my teeth might get knocked out on the way. I was lapping that stinky jock strap like it was an eclair dipped in honey. This monster didn't do his laundry any more often than I did mine. I've tasted some rank stuff in my time, but this was like licking a sock that had been used to wipe out a latrine! After a while, my tongue could tell the cock from the balls - the cock was swelling up and filling out the front of the pouch even more. Than, I felt the tip of the head begin to crawl out of the side of the jockstrap, just where my mouth was playing washerwoman, and the edges of this fucker's foreskin were between my lips. He reached down with one hand and raised up the side of his strap and half his meat fell out. Just so happens I still had my mouth there and felt it sliding past my lips like a boa constrictor . Meanwhile, the other hand is digging the end of the nightstick under the edge of my fishnet shorts and my cock is starting to run like a wide open faucet. One thing about it, I don't come in no short spurts like some guys. When I start to come it pours out in a steady stream like whipped cream, and that's what it was doing, dripping all over my knees and on the floor.

"Bend over and grab that bucket, mister!"

The bucket was an industrial mop bucket about a foot high, turned over end up; as I grabbed the top end of it and hung on to the sides, I realized my ass was in the air and that my shorts were being pulled down my hips. One fast rip and the fishnets were in two pieces, each one draped over the top of my boots.

The M.P. came around so that he was standing at my side, his stiff cock now out of the jockstrap and slapping against my back, while he worked the end of the nightstick into my unused asshole with one hand and grabbed me by the hair of the head with the other. I thought I was going to fall over right there as he slid about five or six inches into my rectum, holding me up by pulling on the handful of hair in his hand.

"This stick is fourteen inches long, soldier. My dick is eleven. If you can take this stick, then you can take my dick."

I didn't mention to him that his dick was maybe four times as thick as the nightstick. I was too busy wondering if my rectum was fourteen, or even eleven inches deep. And my own cock was still jumping, slapping up against my belly, my balls jumping up and down in their sack like cheerleaders.

"You're halfway there, soldier."

Big fucking deal, mac! If the length didn't rip me apart, when it got to his totempole, the width would! What was the point of measuring my asshole with a nightstick when he obviously intended to split me open with a tree trunk?

"Three-quarters." His tone had mellowed by now, and his dick, which he had angled to slap against my cheek, was getting hotter and hotter. He let go of my hair and moved so that he was standing in front of me.

"You better get it wet, soldier." He had slipped his cock under my face and I realized that the top of my head was pressed against his belly and the head of his dick was right under my chin. I reached down my tongue and tried to coat the topside of his dick with saliva. He backed up and tried to shove his cock upward into my mouth. It was stuck like he was trying to shove a full grown apple between my lips, or a small red fist. I licked at the head as much as I could, spitting and slurping and really starting to worry. If I couldn't get it in my mouth, how the hell was I gonna take it up the ass? This sure was a lot different from what I usually went in for, which was standing in the shower with my own rod sticking out from my crotch while some expert cocksucker washed it with the inside of his throat.

"Almost all in, soldier!"

I goddam well bet it was! I could feel it rubbing up against my prostate and my dick began jumping like it had a life of its own and wanted to go for a walk!

He slipped the end of his cockhead out of my mouth, 'cause that's all he ever managed to get in, and slipped the nightstick out of my ass and barked "Don't move!" as he walked behind me.

I heard the nightstick hit the floor and felt his hands grab my hips. The end of his cock felt like a cannon at my sore asshole.

"Open up like you were going to take a shit."

I figured, what the hell! If I crapped on the bastard maybe he'd lose interest. But by then, I was hooked. My nuts had never danced like that before, and here I had come once already and felt like I was about to bust loose again. I strained until I felt my asshole relax and begin to open up. It felt like a massive turd, only going in the wrong direction.

One shove and before I could catch my breath he had rammed half of it in. Maybe more than half. Maybe only a few inches; I was in no position to tell, but it sure as shit felt like a baseball bat. He latched on to my hips tighter and wham! - I could feel his thighs slap against my backside just as I felt the piss start to shoot out of my cock! I thought I might be coming again, but I was pissing like a fire hose as he was slamming his sausage into my guts. He didn't miss a beat, churning his cock in and out of my asshole, but leaned over my back and said in a real low, mean voice "You know you'll have to clean that up."

I was shaking down to my ankles, grabbing the sides of the bucket and trying to keep on my feet. He was driving his cock into my bottom like a sledge-hammer breaking through a plaster wall. I realized, soon as I stopped pissing, that he was pulling me against his dick and my body was automatically reacting by pulling away. Like a piston, slam, slam, slam - his oversized swamproot tore into my hole and smashed way inside my gut.

Then it got rougher, and I was coming for the second time. His fingers dug deep into my sides as he pulled my asshole onto his pole like he was trying to make it come out the other side. My ass was on fire! I could feel the rock hard missile plowing through my tender hole like there was no tomorrow. And with one last jam, he buried it to the hilt and began to unload one boiling hot jet of come after another into my bowels. I felt like my own dick was a skyrocket - blast after blast of come ran out of my dickhead, splattering against my stomach, against my face, and all over the bucket.

And the fucker let go! He just let go of my hips and I fell off his dick, fell over the bucket and landed in a pile on the floor! My asshole felt like a truck had just pulled out. I could feel the slime and gook and come begin to run out and I tried to tighten up my hole - half convinced that I would never be able to close it again.

I just laid there in my piss and come on the floor. I don't know what he did. Just stood there, I guess, like some fuck-ing stud stallion that had just plowed his mare. Well, I felt like a fucking mare, that's for sure! After this animal, I was sure my asshole was as big as a mare's cunt!

"Get over here and get to work." The old barking asshole was back, that's right, giving orders like he had nothing else to do. I dragged myself together and swayed to my feet. Soon as I stood up I clinched my ass muscles tight.

"Get on your knees, soldier!"

I dropped down, gladly, to my knees. Standing up was too fucking hard to do. He walked over and slapped me across the face with his half-hard, wet, slimy cock.

"Clean this off, soldier. You messed it up, now clean it off!"

I was too beat to fight. I opened my mouth a little, but not enough and not nearly quick enough. He grabbed my jaw in one hand and pried it open. He stuffed his horsecock into my mouth and down my throat and grabbed me by the back of the neck and smashed my nose up against his groin.

"Now clean it off, cocksucker, or I'll shove that hose you can't seem to get hung up straight right up your ass!"

He'd do it too! This fucker was crazy, that was for sure! sucked and licked and swallowed and cleaned off his foot-long sausage as best I could. I had a mouth full of spit whiping and washing, then figured I better swallow again before I choked. Well, soon as I began to, he let lose with a stream of piss that nearly drowned me!

"Drink it, soldier! You spill a drop and you know what'll happen!" swallowed and drank and swallowed as quick as a wino with a bottle of Ripple, but he just kept it coming! Then, as fast as it had started, it stopped . And I realized that I had to piss again myself!

He popped his fat cock out of my mouth without so much as a thank you, looked down at it, grunted, then started pulling his jockstrap back on.

"You did a better job cleaning that off than you did getting the hose hung up properly."

I got to my feet as he pulled on his pants. "You keep at it, and you'll get it to

I looked over at the hose. It still looked like there was too much hose and too little hook.

"And when you finish, get over to the M.P. barracks. I got some things

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IN SEARCH OF OLDER MEN / DRUMMER'S DADDIES

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Written by the Daddies and their Daddies' Boys themselves

REARFILL BRANEN jectible. It stood out, waiting to be washed and I didn't have to be told. This time when I was covered with the same stuff, the warm water rinsed it off and better yet, my young father explained it to me. I experimented on my own after school before he came home and got some results as the excitement grew. I told him about it and we were like brothers almost. He was pleased by my new found knowledge.

He was strict and jacking off wasn't all I had to do after school. I did the cleaning and laundry and even the grocery shopping. He taught me to cook and mend and eventually drive, but most of all he taught me how to suck cock.

First it was in the shower, then during the night. His needs would become overwhelming and he would reach for me wordlessly, push down my head and enter my mouth. I had a small mouth and he had a huge cock and it took much practice and patience on his and my part. He liked his balls held, fondled, even pulled. He did it to himself I noticed and I began doing it for him. I would hold those big orbs with one hand and run the other over his hairy chest, feeling his nipples and those powerful pectorals. After I was twelve and in the Boy Scouts, he began fucking me. I was growing like a weed, with hair on my pubic region and my prick becoming a smaller version of his. He never touched my cock and never allowed me to do anything with it in his presence. Wasn't good for me, he said. There was evidence of my beating off one evening when he came home and he took a board to my ass. Then later that night, he fucked my still sore and tender ass.

READY TO GO AGAIN

O.K. So I got stung by "Daddies & Daddy's Boys," am willing to give it another try. I am looking for a boy (to late thirties) who knows his place and wants or needs to be told what to do and when to do it. He wears short pants (cutoffs will do), shoes seldom and socks never. He expects and anticipates regular trips to the woodshed or the basement and indoors he runs around with his cock and balls hanging out. I don't need any arguments nor excuses and his whole existence will be built around what his Daddy wants. I'll spoil him, punish him, train him, even humiliate him to get rid of that boyish ego. He will be a tanned, trained, built-up, polite little cocksucker who will not embarrass me in front of my friends when I want to show him off.

Who is out there waiting for a Daddy?

K. Felwick, Seattle

LOOKING FOR ANOTHER FATHER

My dad was strict with me. I did as I was told and never showed any disrespect. When my folks were divorced, the situation was such that I lived my young life with my father who worked down on the docks in Philadelphia. The marriage had soured him on women so he spent very little time with them. I guess working six days a week and limited funds had something to do with it too. We slept together in the same bed and showered together since he dropped me off at school on his way to work. In the night he would run his hands over my slim hairless body in his sleep. His needs were obvious. One night I felt his immense hard cock against my backside. I was fascinated, I had to see it and if too dark to see it, I had to feel it so I did. It was magnificent and I rubbed it up and down, back and forth. The result was predictable and my father woke to find me covered with white, sticky cream all over me. I thought he had urinated but no, it was something else. He rolled over and I lay in the sweet wetness, trying to figure it all out.

He would have me wash his back for him and I started continuing on his legs and feet. As I stood up in the shower I bumped my head on that same pro- was son, brother, wife and lover to him — we weren't all that many years apart. He showed me how to play ball and do chin ups and fish. He would drink too much a few times and take it out on me. Somehow I understood and it even made us closer.

He is gone now at too young an age, just like his own father. I have never known nor wanted to have a woman. I want another father. I want to be ordered around, to kneel in front of him and put my head between those muscular hairy legs. sailed away on one of those big ships that my father used to unload, working as a deck hand. I was not interested in the younger men only in the mature ones who would invite me to their bunks and dally with my strong young body and eager mouth and ass. There is nothing feminine about me, I look and talk like my dad. My shoulders and chest and cock and balls have grown big from heavy use. met a leatherman one night in Boston and while the sex was nothing, I enjoyed having him order me around and use my body as he saw fit. The asshole didn't know what to do with me and I never went back. I was trained not to beat my meat but shit — any red-blooded male needs some release.

Sometimes it comes in the middle of the night. There is a man, my father, in my dreams and I am down, stripped and tied with dock rope, servicing him. It is ecstacy and I awaken bathed in sweat and cum with a sweet sadness over me. think I would do anything to go back, I would work all day and serve him all night. I would bring my check home, as I did to my dad and he would put me on an allowance. He could take my clothes away from me as my dad did sometimes so I wouldn't go out when he wasn't home. He could shave my crotch too, like my dad did when I started growing up too fast.

In the meantime I go to bars where there are men who are looking for men. But they seem to be merely boys themselves. I am not looking for children. want a man. Strong, consistant, strict, demanding, loving, but a man. I want to find my father again.

R. Johnson, Chicago

WISH I HAD HAD A DAD LIKE ME

As a gay man I probably won't ever have children, mostly because it necessitates being involved with women - crying jags, the pettiness, the jealousy. But mostly because I like men. Here I am secure in this big house, two cars which I can only drive one of at a time, a business which I have no one to turn over to, by myself.

Does one go to an orphanage, pick out a strapping youngster and give him the love, the attention, the education and opportunities he would probably never realize? I would like to show him how to judge for himself, how to widen his horizons and how not to get suckered into the fears and doubts that I have finally warded off.

It is highly unlikely that any institution is going to let a single gay man take a young boy out hand in hand to adopt, live with, love or get within fifty feet of. They can send him to a foster home to be mistreated, ignored, worked, abused and abandoned without legal problems. The Big Brother organization would faint dead away if I suggested taking one of their boys for a day at the zoo or the ballpark. They want guys with marital problems.

Not that I want anyone that young. But who wants to drag a street hustler into your home and take those kinds of risks. There has to be a young guy, in his twenties, whose needs match mine like a picture puzzle. A guy that hasn't been ruined by the street, who can be drawn out of his self-centeredness or youth, clean, energetic, selfless who will respond to a firm and loving hand.

Man, if I could only teach him what I had to learn, make him into what I wanted to be had I had someone like me to ease the rough spots and take me by the arm.

L. J. Rothman, Minneapolis

"I WANT A DAD AND I AM WILLING TO TURN MYSELF OVER TO HIM. IT IS UP TO HIM WHAT HE EXPECTS OF ME AND WHAT HE WANTS ME TO BE."

"THIS DADDY IS NOT INTERESTED IN CHILDREN. I WANT A MAN. I G

DADDIES NEED DADDIES TOO

You may think it is a strange situation to have a daddy that is younger than his boy but that is how it is with my daddy and me. I am in my thirties and he is twenty-five. Not only that but he is shorter than I am. Like a lot of little guys he is really developed, maybe that is what turned me on in the first place. I guess I have wanted a father since I was a teenager. Mine moved out on us when I was twelve and I spent my teen-age years in the company of wo-men , my mother and my two sisters. I was the man of the family too soon and needed someone myself to lean on. When I finally went out on my own, there were employers and an army sar-geant and an older friend or two, but nothing became a permanent relationship until I met this tiger. Man, he has me by the balls and he knows it.

I was in a leather bar one night and he was standing ignoring everybody, especially me. He wasn't what I was looking for so I went parading around in my leather, giving everyone the impression that I was a 6'2" leatherman who might be talked into taking some-

He plans the menu and I have to his eye and he said nothing, just indicated I should come over with a flick of his hand. I did, I guess out of cur-long hallway to the can; I was bent over loose and went over to the john, pulled out a huge whang and put his hands on be. his hips and waited. I crawled over and he shoved that big tool in my face, then my open mouth. I thought I would HARD TO PLEASE DADS choke to death but I wanted to please this arrogant sonofabitch. I must have because he took my leather away from me, led me through the place stark naked out to his car and told me to get in. I did, he took me home and that began our relationship.

Strange, that he is so much younger than I, yet he always knows exactly what my needs were (and are) and how to turn me on when I really don't want to be. Or how he can keep me waiting until he needs to turn on and make that the most natural order of things.

He began by embarrassing me at home, taking my clothes away from me and making me run around with my cock and balls hanging out while I did the housework and fixed our meals. Or dressing me in daiapers and not letting me go to the can at all. His cock is much larger than mine and he keeps refering to mine as a prick. About the only time I am allowed relief with it is during wet dreams and occasionally being made to play the little boy and jack off in front of a group of his friends.

The minute I get home from work I have to put my clothes away, do the chores and get dinner started. I am not allowed to drink or smoke (at least tobacco) and that took a while to get used to. To punish me once he made me get a part time job delivering papers (the guy in charge of the routes for the newspaper thought I must be some kid's father) and turning the collections over to him. I had to wear short pants, a sweat shirt with a school letter on it and go barefoot by bicycle. What few people that saw me at six in the morning doing it probably thought I was retarded or the village idiot or something. I would finish, get back home, give my 'dad' his morning blowjob and bring him his coffee (and the goddamn newspaper) and get breakfast. If a complaint came in that someone had not gotten their which isn't too different from when I was a kid. I have been sent to my room without dinner on occasion and often from his ass. tions as to that being the way it should

H.P. Fort Wayne, IN.

My dad was never satisfied with me, always calling me a "sissy" or a "momma's boy" and making me do the things that he had liked when he was growing up. He said his dad was very strict and wouldn't put up with what kids got away with these days. So I got away with very little. My mom was gone and my stepmother wasn't around too much so my dad and I were together much of the time.

He kept saying my dick wasn't big enough all the time I was growing up and that it was an embarrassment to him, he still put it down and made me beat off every night before I went to bed. Sometimes he would watch and sometimes not, but he would ask me if I had 'exercised' today and how many times. Maybe he thought that would keep me out of trouble with girls or even other guys. Anyway, as my cock got bigger and my balls developed to the size of a couple of oranges, he would show me off sometimes. "Charlie, drop your pants and show these guys how big you're getting." I felt as humiliated as anybody can get at first. It was one thing to beat off in front of your old man at night, but to expose yourself to his friends? But you get used to anything. It wasn't as if anybody bothered with me and I guess I was pleased that my old man was proud of the big bulge in the front of my pants. In fact I was getting big all over. And that was when he decided maybe I was getting too big for my britches.

One morning he called me into the bathroom while he was shaving and pulled down my jockey shorts. He spread shaving cream all over my lower belly and damned if he didn't take all the hair off my crotch, my balls and then he made me bend over and he shaved my ass. That night during a poker game at the house with some of the men he worked with, he made me drop my pants and show off my big genitals. The guys all made remarks and

GUARANTEE TO TURN A STUD OUT BEYOND HIS WILDEST DREAMS." whistled since I was so big and didn't even have any pubic hair yet. One guy said, "How old is the kid, Joe?" And my dad says, "Twelve." I was almost sixteen, but I kept my mouth shut and pulled up my pants. That night he made me beat off and then he said he would show me how to blow myself. It took a long time but eventually I was able to actually go down on myself, although I had never sucked off anybody before. I could get my mouth to the head of my dick, but I didn't know what to do then.

"Commere," he says and pushes my head down to his crotch. He was ramrod hard and he shoved himself into my mouth and what felt down my throat. I was gasping and begging but he held the back of my head so my face was up against his belly. I learned to suck that night and a lot of other nights from then on. I also learned to lay on my back with my legs in the air and do my own cock. He never touched my genitals except to squeeze my balls or slap my dick around. Finally I wasn't allowed to for you, boy," he said, and who was I to you think! question. My dad was always right. I never left home. I went to work where my dad works, doing heavy physical work. We play cards with our friends some nights and drink beer and go hunting and fishing. He even got a girl once or twice for us to have a three way-though first he wanted to see me fuck her and lose my cherry. That night he fucked me afterward for the first

I would like to have a son someday and bring him up like I was brought up. A young copy of myself with a big cock and balls hanging down in front of him. I might do some things different, like start him off knowing his own sexuality a little earlier. But when I meet guys that never really got to know their fathers, I feel sorry for them.

C.T. Ogden, UT.

WANTED-RAW MATERIAL

So DRUMMER is talking about Daddies ? It's about time. I am well over 40 and I am interested in adults, not children . No teenyboppers wanting sugar daddies, please. I want a man. His flesh will be my flesh, just as though he were my own son. He is going to study or work like he has never done before. He is going to be shaped up, fed right and treated right and with no bullshit. I will do anything I damned please with him and he better know he can trust me and I can trust him. Otherwise forget it.

I don't expect perfection, at least not at first. So he will be stripped down and we'll get rid of a lot of attitudes and ego and his 1980's confusion and insecurity. He is going to be the best he can possibly be, a couple hours a day in a gym, he'll earn a degree if he doesn't have one, or at least a graduation. There will be no questions about whatever I decide needs to be done to him or for him. To get him in the proper frame of mind he will probably need shaving, ringing and maybe even branding. There will be no discussion or debate.

If anybody knows of a youngish stud (and I am not talking about years, just attitude) who is looking just as hard for a dad to turn him on and take him over, let me know.

L.R.R. San Francisco, CA.

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THE EAGLE GETS HIS MERIT BADGE

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Dean Masterson takes Eagle Scout Bruce Smith on an outing

EAGLE GETS HIS MERIT BADGE

The Boy Scouts of America (which was actually founded in England) has recently been very uptight about its scouts and scoutmasters. At least those currently in power have been. The organization has thrown out an Eagle Scout and a Scoutmaster for their individual proclivities. We understand that one, at least, is suing.

Having been Boy Scouts ourselves, we doubt that the rank and file really gives a shit about sexual orientation. There are very few of us that haven't experienced a Scout initiation, an overnight trip or extra-curricular scout activity that did not include a circle jerk, getting in your buddy's pants and / or everybody taking them off of him-or you.

Our photographer and scout model (who claims to be one) has done this little series in the mountains of Colorado showing how things can get out of hand when young red-blooded American boys start filling out their uniforms all too well and suddenly have strong urges to express themselves with their new-found equipment which is not found in the Boy Scout catalog.

TRUSTWORTHY, LOYAL, HELPFUL, HORNY, COURTEOUS, PROVOCATIV

Given peer pressure or the dare of a buddy and everybody starts skinny-dipping or stripping down to compare notes. Here our model (who is well over eighteen, sir) shows how a boy can go wrong. First comes the smoking of a cigarette (gasp), a can of beer (Lite?) and then what?!

Our merit badge champ seems to have gone down the primrose path a little farther than most, judging by the tattoo on his broadening back and, on the one week later photo session, a shiny new ring in his tit. We don't know what scoutmaster put a harness on him but we'll give you a guess as to who was ordered to carry the knapsacks on his back when the afternoon was over.

The photographer gave the young scout a set of these pictures for his scrapbook. We thought you might like a set for yours.

If you are interested in more pictures of model BRUCE SMITH, contact DEAN MASTERSON, 477 S. Kipling St., Lakewood, Colorado 80226, not us.

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SLAVES OF THE EMPIRE / PART I

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The incomparable Aaron Travis starts us off on a trip into history

Magnus ran the whetstone down the length of his long sword. Sparks flew from the glittering steel. Whetting blades was work for one of the attendants; but before a match, Magnus preferred to tend to this necessity himself.

He set the whetstone aside and pressed his thumb against the sword's edge. The blade could not be keener. Magnus sprang to his feet and swung the sword above his head, thrilled as a child at the sharp slicing wind of its passage through the air.

Magnus heard the distant roar of a thousand voices cheering . The sound erupted from the short hallway that led from the gladiators quarters into the arena, signalling that the bout between Tardis and Urius had been decided. From the enthusiasm of the crowd's response, the victor had been the mob's favorite, the tall, fair-haired Urius.

Magnus frowned. He despised Urius. The young gladiator was hardly twenty, four years younger than Magnus, his smooth, sun-bronzed flesh as yet unscarred by the ravages of the arena. Urius was blond with a shaggy straw-colored mane of hair cut in the Vandal style, square-jawed and clean-shaven with high cheekbones and heavy lips. He was handsome as Apollo, and a genius with the net and trident.

Urius was the new darling of the mob. The peasants had begun to cheer for him almost as loudly as they cheered for Magnus - and to bet on him almost as heavily. The nobility had taken to inviting Urius to their private feasts; not long ago, only Magnus, of all the gladiators, had been accorded that privilege.

Though they often attended the same orgies, the two gladiators never spoke to one another, and never drank from the same passing wine cup. When they occupied the same room, they kept conspicuously apart, radiating opposing energies from their opposite corners: Urius was light and Magnus darkness. They had both been favored by the gods; in a crowded room, the eyes of the others went back and forth between them. Urius was taller, but Magnus was more massive, his trunk and limbs as hard as hammered bronze. Urius' features were lean and classic; Magnus' face was broad with large, striking features, framed by the tangled curls of his hair and his beard. Where Urius was smooth as glass, jet black hair washed over Magnus' broad chest and bristled across his massive forearms.

It was not the envy of a plain man for a handsome one that had made them enemies. It was their difference as men.

As Magnus had judged from the tumult of shouting, Urius had won his match. The young fighter came swaggering in from the arena and stood for a moment framed in the stone doorway of the gladiators quarters, his trainer's arm reaching high to circle his broad shoulders. His arms and legs were covered with dust. A victory wreath was set about his sweaty brow, pressing the dark blond curls flat against his forehead. His bronze breastplate, molded to match the genuine contours of muscle and flesh, even to the details of nipples and a navel, was spattered with blood.

The other gladiators looked up from their chores and hailed him. Urius smiled wearily. He stood still and raised his arms as his trainer unlatched the straps of his breastplate. The heavy shield of bronze fell to the ground with a clatter, exposing his heaving chest. His broad hairless pectorals and the deeply etched muscles of his belly were glossy with sweat; the golden flesh shone as smooth and hard as the sculptured plate of bronze that had protected him from Tardis' sword, and now lay in the dust covered with Tardis' blood.

His trainer withdrew. Some of the gladiators went back to their work, overseeing the slaves who were polishing their armor, exercising on the dusty floor to loosen their muscles; but most, like Magnus, continued to watch Urius, knowing what would happen next.

Urius pulled his lips into a thin smile, showing a glint of straight white teeth. His eyes were narrowed; his nostrils flared. A single bead of sweat clung to the tip of his broad nose.

He clutched the sheer, pleated skirt wrapped around his hips and tore it from his body. Beneath the skirt he wore only the leather cup that protected his genitals during the fight. He unlatched the narrow straps of hide that circled his waist and threw the cup aside.

Urius then stood naked except for the brown thongs wrapped around his forearms and hands, the sandals on his feet, laced tightly to the knees, and the victory garland tangled in his long blond hair. His smoothly sculptured chest began to rise and fall, his eyes became glazed as if he were in the pitch of battle. His thick pale shaft, freed from the leather cup, as first hung heavy and bloated between his thighs, then began to jerk and stiffen until it stood upright , its blunt tip grazing the muscular depression above his navel.

"Zenobius!" he shouted.

Magnus ran his thumb down the blade of his sword and watched. One of the slaves who attended the common needs of the gladiators, a small Syrian boy with black hair and olive skin, sprang up from polishing a shield and ran to the naked gladiator.

Zenobius wore a very brief chiton, cut to reveal half his chest, and a chain around his neck. "Yes, lord," he said. His voice shook.

Urius narrowed his eyes and looked down at the boy. One corner of his mouth twisted into a smile. He took the base of his shaft between his forefinger and thumb and bent it down, pointing to a space on the floor before him.

"Kneel down, little pig."

Zenobius fell to his knees. He stared upward at the slick, rippling mass of Urius' torso with wide eyes, then dropped his gaze to Urius' shaft, now upright in the gladiator's fist. The long, pale sword of flesh was incredibly thick; Urius' hand could not encircle its girth. Zenobius stared at the shaft, and a shudder ran through him.

Magnus watched, as did all the gladiators, and clenched his teeth.

Urius tensed his body. A hundred muscles buckled, drew taut, quivered beneath the glaze of sweat. He ran his hands over his chest, coating them with sweat, and clutched his shaft with both fists. He closed his eyes, threw back his head and began to stroke himself.

The Syrian boy grovelled at his feet. Zenobius stared upward at the gladiator as if he beheld a god. He pursed his lips and pressed his thin brown hands between his legs, shaking. with excitement. His eyelids flickered. His narrow chest began to rise and fall in time with the man who towered above him.

Urius roared like a wild beast. He pulled his hands away from his groin. He opened his eyes and looked down at his shaft. The massive pole of flesh shuddered. A jet of white cream bolted from the tip and landed with a liquid slap across the slaveboy's face, from his forehead to his chin, some of the liquid entering his open mouth. Zenobius writhed in the dust, eyes barely open, eyelashes clotted with white, as the gladiator's mallet danced in the air and painted his face with semen.

Urius smiled broadly and planted his fists on his hips. His chest heaved. His body glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat.

"Kiss it, pig."

Zenobius moaned. He leaned forward and touched his lips to the tip of Urius' rod.

"Little pig," Urius muttered. He slapped the boy's face. He drew back his hand, wet with semen, and slapped the boy again. Zenobius moaned and clutched the gladiator's thighs.

He leaned forward and kissed the tip of Urius' shaft.

Urius struck him again. The boy was knocked to the ground. He whimpered and crawled forward on his belly to kiss the man's feet. Urius kicked him aside and strode toward the trough of water at the end of the long chamber. His shaft swung before him, slapping heavily against his thighs.

"Come, pig, I'm not done with you yet," he called, crooking his finger over his shoulder, not bothering to look back. "Come clean the sweat and dust from my body. Come and lick me, little pig."

Zenobius rose shaking to his feet and followed in a daze.

Magnus clenched his teeth and curled his lip. Urius disgusted him. All the gladiators needed sexual release after a death match. Magnus knew the sensation well enough — the red haze of lust, the erection that would not subside, the overwhelming need to feel himself swallowed in flesh. Most of the gladiators, after a kill, had the modesty to retire to one of the private cubicles that lined the quarters, where they could be as demanding of the attendants as they wished, without subjecting them to the added humiliation of being watched. Urius insisted on doing it in front of all the athletes , as if demonstrating the power of his shaft were another part of the performance. He would probably do it in the arena, Magnus thought, spattering his semen on the corpse of his victim, if the gamemaster allowed it.

Urius was an exhibitionist, vulgar and conceited. He liked nothing better than for all the gladiators to see him, naked and smeared with blood, his muscles swollen from the exertion of the fight, with one of the boy attendants at his feet, groveling before his shaft.

Urius was large between the legs; larger than any of the other athletes, including Magnus. He was vain about his body — the sculptured mass of his arms and legs, the breadth of his shoulders and chest, the stone-like hardness of his belly - but even vainer about his shaft, aware of the edge it gave him over the other men. He displayed it proudly; he called attention to it constantly. He was often naked in the gladiators quarters, usually more erect than flaccid, reaching down to stroke himself in the middle of an ordinary conversation , keeping his shaft big and swollen, observing with a smirk the intimidation he could achieve with a subtle reminder of the thing he carried between his thighs.

Once Magnus had asked him, in the first days of their acquaintance when he did not know Urius' nature and still thought they might become friends, why he preferred the trident over the sword. "My sword is between my legs," Urius had replied, licking his lips, smirking lewdly as he gently raised his hips and touched himself. "It hasn't yet killed a man - but it has drawn blood, more times than I can count." His staff was almost instantly erect.

That was the way Urius thought of his shaft, and the way he used it — as a weapon, to punish, to penetrate, to command . It was a potent weapon. There was no denying that. Even now, Magnus could hear the sounds of gagging from the far end of the room. He did not bother to turn and look. He knew what he would see: Urius, sitting on the edge of the trough with his massive thighs spread apart, holding the Syrian's curly head in his hands and spearing the boy's throat with his newly hardened shaft.

Magnus heard the bark of the announcer's voice from the arena. He listened, glad of the distraction. Cleon and Philip, the two Greeks, were next. He watched them gather their weapons and head for the arena. Magnus liked them both. It was unfortunate that one would have to die today.

After that match, there would be a wild beast spectacle; the gamemaster was ready to debut his latest acquisition, a rhinoceros from lower Egypt. There was a rumor, probably untrue, that a woman would be forced to copulate on its horn.

Then the sand would be swept clear for the chariot race; and after that, Magnus would be called for his match with the Nubian, the climactic fight of the day, the event that everyone had come to see. The Nubian was new to Rome, an import from Alexandria, where the crowds were said to adore him. Magnus had had only glimpses of the challenger; the Nubian was being kept apart, in his own quarters. All Magnus had been able to see was that the man seemed to have been hewn out of black marble, hard and smooth and shiny everywhere, even on his hsaven head. The Nubian was tall, taller even than Urius. Magnus was confident, but apprehensive ; they would both be using swords, and the Nubian had long arms.

The sound of rhthmic slapping, quick and sharp, drew Magnus back to the present; Urius was slapping the slave's face with his shaft and laughing. Magnus wished that he had been scheduled to fight Urius, instead of the Nubian. Then Urius would be dead today, an end put to his vile strutting and crass displays.

It would be at least two hours before he would be called to fight the Nubian. Magnus closed his eyes and clenched his fists, wishing the time would fly, wishing his own erection, cramped and bent inside his leather cup, would subside. His staff was always hard on the days he fought, from the moment he woke, even without the stimulus of watching Urius torment the Syrian slave. He knew, from long experience, that it would remain hard until the fight itself, when all his lust to pierce and penetrate would be drawn from his shaft into his sword.

A few times, he had given in to the need to relieve the tension between his legs before a match. Such indulgence was dangerous; it drained him of energy, and of the drive to stab and kill. On those days he had fought poorly, and once had come very close to being killed himself. It was better to wait, despite the burning need. Afterward, there would be relief, in the mouth or ass of one of the attendants.

Which of the slaveboys would he use today? Certainly not Zenobius, though he had used the boy before and been pleased . The Syrian would be half-dead by the time Urius finished with him. Magnus could hear the slaveboy now, groaning loudly. He turned, unable to stop himself from looking.

Zenobius was on his back in the dust, naked. His chiton had been ripped from his body and lay in tatters beside the trough. His lean, brown legs were in the air. Urius was atop him, driving his shaft into the naked boy with long, vicious storkes, holding the boy's head up by the chain around his throat, slapping him and spitting in his face, laughing crudely. A small circle of gladiators stood and watched, groping themselves and exchanging lewd comments.

Magnus looked more closely. There was a strange, shifting expression on the slaveboy's face, vacillating, from slap to slap, between utter submission and intense shame. His face was like a clay mask, battered by Urius' hand. At one moment, the mask showed pain and humiliation - then Urius would strike it as he stabbed the boy with his shaft, and the mask was reshaped into an expression of craving and worship. Over and over Urius slapped the boy, until Zenobius' face began to writch out of time with the blows, to draw tense and fall slack; his lips were broken, his cheeks were dark with bruises. The mask became unreadable, hardly human, almost frightening.

Urius suddenly pulled his shaft from the boy's ass and stood. His legs shook, his chest heaved. He looked down at the hard, glistening mass of his sex and smiled.

Zenobius remained for a moment bon his back with his legs in the air, panting, staring hard at the gladiator's shaft. Then he lowered his legs and rolled forward onto his hands

and knees. Urius retreated, taking small backward steps, flexing the muscles in his groin so that his shaft bobbed obscenely in the air. Zenobius crawled after him, his mouth open wide. He moaned loudly as if he were in pain, never taking his eyes from Urius' sex.

Urius stopped his retreat. Zenobius caught the waving shaft shaft between his lips and drew it down his throat.

Urius pursed his lips and hissed with pleasure.

Magnus looked away, disgusted. The boy was ruined for him. He could never use the Syrian again. Urius had polluted him. Magnus turned his back on both of them, clutching the swollen mass inside his leather cup.

A crowd, larger than the group surrounding Urius, had gathered at the entrance of the gladiators quarters. The rhinoceros had been led into the passageway. The beast was stamping it's hobbled feet and snorting. A frantic Egy= ptian, evidently the animal's master, was shouting for the crowd to step back. The athletes, trainers and attendants, overcome by curiosity, ignored his warnings.

Suddenly the rhinoceros thrashed its head, swinging its powerful horn within a hair's breadth of smashing the Egyptian's skull. The crowd gasped and scrambled back. Magnus laughed, glad again for anything to distract him from thoughts of sex.

Then a figure stepped through the crowd: A short, very muscular young slave with blond hair. The boy seemed oblivious to the commotion surrounding the rhinoceros; he appeared to be looking for someone in the gladiators quarters.

Magnus recogneised the young slave, and his thoughts were instantly wrenched back to the ache inside his leather pouch. It was Eskrill, or Erskin, Magnus could not tell which one of the twins owned by the Senator Macellus. It was said that the twins and been Germanic princess, warriors of the dense Northern forests, captured and enslaved by the general Silvius in his spring offensive. On his return to Rome, the general, knowing but not sharing Mar-cellus' sexual tastes, had given the boys to the senator as a gift in return for his political support of the war.

The two youths had excited great comment when Mar-cellus had presented them at a dinner party earlier in the season. Magnus had been a guest at the party. He remembered quite clearly the moment he had first seen the twins, kneeling at either end of Marcellus' divan, feeding their master grapes and quail's eggs with their fingers.

The brothers were identical, exactly matched in every feature. It was almost unthinkable that two faces could be so extraordinarily beautiful. There was innocence in their pale blue eyes and perfectly regular features, in the softness of their sunbrowned cheeks; and something abouth their mouths, wide with sensuous deeply colored lips, that could tempt a man to spoil their innocence. Their hair was blond, that pure yellow tint seen only among the Northern races, falling across their smooth foreheads in tight curls.

That night, at Marcellus' party, the oys had been virtually naked, decorated rather than dressed-chokers of gold around their necks, golden bracelets on their ankles and wrists, small pouches of blue silk tied about their genitals with gold wire. They were rather short, but dramatically proportioned, with broad, square shoulders, thickly muscled arms, flat bellies and narrow hips. Their pectorals were naturally large and sharply defined, thick slabs of muscle with a sleek, hard cleft between.

Their calves and thighs were unusually developed, flowing upward into large, muscular buttocks, smooth as white por-celin , full and round with a deepcrevice between. Their posture when they stood invited every shade of lust: shoulders back, chests raised, legs apart - the high, hard shelf of their pectorals predominant in the front, the smooth spherical thrust of their asses predominant behind.

Magnus had ached to touch them that night, to fill his hands with their firm breasts and cheeks, to taste their large brown nipples with his teeth and explore with his fingers the deep shadow between their buttocks. But the party had not offered the opportunity; Marcellus had kept the boys to himself. They had not been seen in public since that night, but Magnus had thought of them often.

Now one of the boys had entered the gladiators quarters . He stood in that seductive posture, back arched, arms at his sides, scanning the chamber with his eyes. He wore a very brief chiton of some sheer blue fabric, cinced at the waist by a thin leather cord; Magnus could probably have held the entire garment crumpled in one fist. The chiton left the right side of the slave's chest exposed, and was barely long enough to conceal his testicles and the bottom curve of his ass. The golden bracelets that marked him as Marcel-lus's slave were tight around his throat and wrists.

The boy's eyes fell on Magnus. He averted his gaze and approached the gladiator warily. Despite his reserve, it was the boy who spoke first.

"You are Magnus the gladiator, property of Harmon the merchant?" The boy's Northern accent was atrocious.

"Yes. And which one are you?"

The boy looked at him blankly, as if his Latin were not sufficient for him to have understood.

"What is your name, boy?" Magnus said sharply.

"My name is Eskrill. And you are the gladiator Magnus?" "I am."

Magnus could not resist the urge to reach out and touch the boy's naked chest. He cupped the hard slab of muscle in his hand. The boy's flesh was smooth as silk. He lightly pressed his thumbnail against the boy's nipple.

Eskrill winced slightly, but did not draw away. Magnus was puzzled, and intrigued, by the display of sensitivity. He ran his fingertip around the aureole and discovered a ring of faint scabs, almost healed. Curious, Magnus pushed the strap of the chiton from the boy's shoulder.

The garment fell silently and the slave stood naked above the waist. The boy's nipples were out of symmetry. The one left bare by the chiton was marred but healed; the one that had been hidden was freshly molested, swollen and flushed, the surrounding skin mottled with patches of pink.

Magnus felt a surge of lust, an impulse to pull the cord from the young slave's waist and let the chiton fall, so that he could see him naked. If he did that, he would be unable to resist proceeding further - his energy would be spent, the boy's owner would be furious. Magnus withdrew his hands. The boy began to pull the strap back into place across his shoulder, but Magnus gently deflected his arm; he wanted to look at the boy.

"My master would speak with you," Eskrill said shyly.

"Now?" What does Marcellus want with me?"

The boy looked at him warily. "My master sent me to fetch you," he said cautiously, as if he were afraid the words might give offense. Again, he attempted to cover himself, again, Magnus knocked his hand away.

"Where is he?" Magnus said.

The boy gestured with his chin: above, in the stands.

Magnus looked at the boy's swollen nipple. Some of the marks suggested the smooth curving bite of fingernails; others might have been the impressions left by a man's teeth. Where else had Marcellus been at work on the boy? Eskrill's reserved manner was certainly not that of a warrior from the barbarous north. A few weeks in Marcellus' thrall had rendered him passive and subdued. There was no imagining the indignities the boy had been subjected to. Gladiators, Magnus knew, were known for the cruelty of their natures, the harshness of their sex; but there were those among the senators, each the petty tyrant of his villa outside the city,

whose appetites were far more savage.

"Very well," Magnus said. "Lead me to him." He allowed the boy to pull the strap of the chiton over his shoulder .

The boy turned. Before he could take a step, Magnus took up his sword and gave him a playful, impulsive slap across the cheeks. The boy jumped and looked over his shoulder with startled eyes. He reached behind and rubbed his hand over the place where the sword had stung him.

Magnus laughed; but the boy's expression stopped his laughter. There was a look of hurt in Eskrill's blue eyes, together with a passive acceptance that made Magnus' thoughts run wild. The boy's face reminded him of Zenobius' face when Urius had slapped him - not nearly so wild and uncontrolled, but the shame was there, and the craving as well, mixed together into an alloy that was both saddening and seductive, corrupt and irresistable.

"Go on!" Magnus barked. If he had to look at the boy's face for another instant, he would not be able to stop him- self.

Eskrill led him through the crowd still gathered around the rhinoceros, down one of the side corridors, and up a flight of steep, narrow steps. Magnus watched the muscular workings of the boy's sturdy thighs and calves as he mounted the stairway. From his place behind and below, he could see beneath the hem of Eskrill's chiton.

Marcellus had beaten the boy, perhaps as recently as the morning. A thatch of welts ran across the lower portion of each pale cheek, the marks of a wooden cane or a thin strop of leather. Magnus' fingers flinched with the impulse to reach up and touch the marks, to trace the raised pattern they made across the firm, silky flesh. The welts looked fresh enough to still be warm.

It would be easy for him to push the boy to his knees on the steps, pull the chiton up over his ass and take him. He pictured the boy like that, crushed against the sharp stone, thighs spread apart, his face turned back in fear - his face like Zenobius' face - teeth clenched, gasping as Magnus entered him.

The fantasy clouded his mind - then they were clear of the steps, standing in sunlight. The boy turned and led him along the walkway that ran between the inner wall of the arena and the lowest tier of seats.

Magnus heard his name, spoken and shouted by the mob. Eskrill too was noticed - "And look, he's with one of Mar-cellus' new toys! The senator is a fool to trust Magnus with that one." There were whistles, laughter, shouts of "Hail Magnus!" from the more serious spectators, and a drunken voice that yelled, "Fuck him, Magnus! Show us how you fuck the boy!" Magnus saw that Eskrill was blushing; his ears and the back of his neck turned deep red.

They walked a quarter of the way around the colliseum, past a file of soldiers and into the section reserved for the titled classes. The senator Marcellus sat alone in the third row, near the aisle, with an empty seat on either side.

Eskrill walked up the steps and past Marcellus, taking the seat at the senator's right. The short chiton pulled up as he sat, so that his welted buttocks pressed naked against the cushion.

Magnus waited in the aisle. "The slave says you wish to speak to me, Senator." Marcellus did not look up, but indicated the cushion to his left. Magnus sat.

The senator took a sip of wine, looking shrewdly at Magnus above the mouth of his goblet. Marcellus was a large man. The formless roga he wore did not conceal the immense breadth of his shoulders and chest. His body was still hard from his years as a general of the legions in Spain. His short black hair was touched with silver at the temples. His nose was large, but did not dominate his face. People remembered his eyes, gray and piercing, his large, square jaw, and his mouth, a straight grim line that seldom changed expression.

Marcellus lowered the goblet. "Would you like some wine, Magnus?" Even when asking a question, he sounded as if he were issuing an order; his cultured, brassy orator's voice had been hardened to steel by his years as a general.

"You're generous, Senator. I must refuse. Not before the fight."

Marcellus nodded. "Of course." He looked away, into the arena, where the match between Cleon and Philip had been decided. A body was being carried out; Magnus could not tell which. The rhinoceros was being led in.

Marcellus looked again at Magnus, and seemed almost to smile. "I trust my slave had the good manners to introduce himself to you."

"Yes," Magnus said. Below, the Egyptian and several assistants were removing the hobbles from the rhinoceros' legs. "He seems to be quite well mannered, for a barbarian."

"Thank you. It was not easy, I assure you, training him. He and his brother were very insolent when I received them from Silvius. They seemed to think they were still warriors - lazy, disobedient, much too proud. They tended to glower at me; it was not an expression suitable for their handsome faces, so I decided to change it to something … more pliable ." He took a sip of wine.

"It tried my imagination, thinking of ways to prove to them that they were no longer free men, no longer men at all really, but slaves. My slaves. I don't think they knew what the word meant; perhaps their tribe does not practice slavery - that is sometimes the case among the lower races. I explained to them that I owned them, just as I might own a horse - but that I would expect much more than an occasional ride upon their backs."

Marcellus placed his hand upon the boy's thigh. Eskrill flinched, and remained tense. Marcellus' voice returned at a lower pitch.

"They have other strange habits in the North. They dress themselves in trousers and furs, the men as well as the wo-men . For the cold, of course; but it is insanity to cover legs like these. Polished metal and nude flesh are the only suitable clothing for a boy such as this. They did not take to nudity. They found it unnatural and embarrassing." Marcellus shook his head slightly. "So selfish with their bodies - so many things they swore to me they would never allow, so many acts they simply would not perform. All that is changed now. I'm sure the details of their conversion would only bore you."

Magnus glanced beyond the senator, at the boy, who sat stiffly, staring down into the arena. The rhinoceros had begun stamping about the field, smashing through barriers of wood as thick as a man's chest.

"You speak of the slave as if he were not here."

"He understands very little of what we say. I'm afraid that he and his brother, beautiful as they are, are not very bright. The Latin language is too complex, too sophisticated for them. But I have managed to teach them to recognize certain words, obey certain commands, as one might teach a dog. Their speaking vocabulary is limited, but interesting. They have learned how to beg. And they don't need Latin, to whimper."

The grim line of his mouth twisted at the corners. The senator was smiling. "I was afraid the little mule would bring me the wrong gladiator. But I see that my instructions were specific enough. 'Fetch me the tall, dark, hansome one,' I told him. 'The one with the thunderous shoulders and

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monologue, by the nearness of the boy with the other between . "Did you call me here to pay me compliments, Senator?"

The thin smile faded, but Marcellus seemed more amused than before. "I called you here to discuss this slave, and his brother. I have a proposition to put to you."

"Yes?" Magnus' heart quickened in his chest. He glanced at Eskrill again and squeezed his leather cup without think- ing. The boy continued to stare into the arena. The agitation of his eyes belied the tranquility of his profile. He knew he was being observed and discussed; clearly, his grasp of Latin was greater than Marcellus acknowledged.

"The Northern stock, despite its backwardness, produces on occasion extraordinary examples of masculine beauty," Marcellus said. "Eskrill is proof of that, don't you think?"

"Yes," Magnus said. His mouth was dry. He thought of taking Marcellus up on his offer of wine, then decided against it.

"His nipples," Marcellus said. "Have you noticed how large they are, how they protrude, soft and swollen, from the hard slabs of muscle beneath. They are extremely sensitive , as sensitive as a girl's. One night … one night I tied his arms behind his back, and Eskrill and I made love, the two of us, using only my hands and his nipples. He was unaccustomed to the pleasure. He spat at me. He twisted in his bonds, and cursed me in his crude tongue. Slowly the curses turned to babble, then to screams, then to weeping. He cried until his face and chest were wet with tears. Finally, he begged me to stop; but he was begging for the wrong thing. By morning I had only to breathe upon his nipples to make him weep. That was the night he learned to call me lord. The night he learned to beg for my shaft in his mouth."

Marcellus touched his fingernail to the tip of Eskrill's nipple. The boy stiffened and parted his lips.

"He has a large mouth, don't you think? But his throat is tight. His ass …" Marcellus did not finish the sentence, lost for a moment in thought. "They were both virgins when Silvius gave them to me. Neither had so much as taken a woman. Perhaps a goat." Marcellus laughed drily. "They will never know a woman now; unless I decide to breed them. It might be pleasant, having their children to amuse me when their own beauty grows dim.

"They had a curious revulsion for their own sex. They swore to me that no man's rod would ever pass their lips. They were astonished when I explained that it was not their pretty mouths which interested me most."

Marcellus put his middle finger into his goblet and pulled it out, red with wine. Eskrill stiffened. Marcellus slid his hand between the cushion and the boy's buttocks. Eskrill gasped softly as the finger entered him.

Marcellus turned to Magnus. "I ahd to break them. I had to strip them naked, chain them, put collars on their necks, beat them, starve them. They were very brave, my little princes. But in the end, it was their loyalty to one another that proved their undoing. I learned that neither could bear to see the other in pain. Their love for one another finally crushed their resistance. It is sad to break the spirit of a wild, beautiful boy, almost tragic; but a greater tragedy to let such perfection go to waste."

He turned back to Eskrill and spoke into the boy's ear in a low voice. "Tell me, slave, what do you think of this gladiator?"

Eskrill did not speak. He sighed as the finger curned

"Magnus is a great man," Marcellus whispered. "He is a slave, like yourself, but he is the idol of many a free citizen, envied even by nobles. A few years ago he was a mere galley slave, on one of the trade ships owned by the merchant

Harmon. That explains the massive strength of his shoulders and his arms. Then Harmon caught a glimpse of the thing between Magnus' legs, and decided that Magnus was better suited for ploughing than for rowing. So the merchant took the galley slave into his home, and Magnus became the old man's stud. Are you listening to me, boy?

"Eventually Harmon turned Magnus out of his home - there was a scandal, I believe, something about a pregnant daughter - and put him to work as a gladiator. He has killed more than forty men in this arena, and received hardly a scratch in return. He is young, though not quite so young as you; handsome, as handsome as you. Magnus is a slave, but he is also a man. The hair is thick on his chest. There is not a woman in Rome who would refuse him in her bed, and many a man who would gladly kneel in worship before him. They say his shaft would not look out of place on a horse - very potent, very thick. Would you like to be used by this man?"

Eskrill bit his lip, then quickly released it, trying to hide his distress as another finger was pushed into his ass.

"Answer your master, salve." The words were cool but threatening, spoken through clenched teeth. "Or do I have to beat you for the second time today, here before all Rome?"

Eskrill sighed and closed his eyes. "Yes, lord. I would like to be used by this man."

"Would you like him to use your mouth? To choke you with his sex? Think of it. Think of its thickness in your throat."

"Yes."

"And your ass. Your beautiful ass that you force me to cover with welts because of your stubborness. It would make you happy to take this gladiator's rod in your ass."

"Yes."

Marcellus nodded gravely and smiled his grim smile. He pulled his fingers from Eskrill's ass and wiped them across the boy's lips. Eskrill wrinkled his nose and turned his face away.

Marcellus' smile vanished. "You will be punished for that," he said flatly. He turned back to Magnus.

"That is my proposition to you. I have wagered a great deal on your victory in the match with the Nubian today. Because of that - and for certain other reasons - it is very important that you win that contest. Win it, Magnus, and I will give you a night with this slaveboy and his brother."

Magnus looked from Marcellus to the boy. "Both of them, together?"

"At my villa, tonight." "Alone with them?"

"The three of you in a sealed room. You will own them for the night."

There was something suspicious about the senator's offer. Bribes were sometimes offered to a gladiator to lose a match, when the stake was not death; rewards were regularly given to encourage the athletes to continue fighting. But it made no sense to offer a bribe to win a death match. Magnus would be fighting for his life; there could be no greater inducement.

"You seem doubtful, Magnus. Perhaps you do not want the boys."

Marcellus lifted the skirt of Eskrill's chiton and folded it back, exposing the boy's genitals. Eskrill's hands flinched, but he did not move to stop the man.

Magnus stared. The slave had been shaved between his legs.

Marcellus ran his fingers lightly over the denuded flesh, smooth as glass, at the base of the boy's shaft. Eskrill began to grow erect. His eyes were tightly shut, his brows drawn together. The silky, hairless flesh of his groin and inner thighs, like his face, blushed deep red.

Eskrill's short, slender shaft lengthened and rose from the cushion. Marcellus ran his thumb over the moist tip and around the fold of foreskin. He flicked the knob with his forefinger.

A young woman in the row ahead, bored of the rhinoceros , glanced over her shoulder and saw the boy's erection. She raised her eyebrows, covered her mouth, tittered and looked away. Her chaperone, a middleaged matron wearing emeralds and a painted face, glanced back to see what had amused the girl. Her mouth fell open and she looked quickly away.

"Disgusting," she muttered.

Marcellus laughed. He removed his hand from the slave's shaft, but left the chiton folded back.

"He is at that age," Marcellus said. "Always hard. Well, Magnus?"

"I want him."

"What man would not? Win the fight, and you will have him. You will have them both, together. Now go, and fight well. Eskrill and I shall be watching."

Magnus rose and left, his mind spinning. When he reached the file of soldiers who marked the boundary of the nobles' sector, he heard from behind him the sounds of men laughing and women screaming. He spun about and looked back.

The rhinoceros had caught the Egyptian on its horn and catapulted him into the air. The man's body had been thrown clear of the arena and lay writhing and broken astride the inner wall, bleeding in great spurts from the gaping hole in his chest. Two soldiers broke from the file, rushed down the aisle and threw the offending body back into the arena.

The painted matron, who had been so scandalized by the sight of Eskrill's denuded shaft, was clapping and shrieking with excitement, oblivious of the blood spattered across the hem of her gown.

Magnus turned and hurried on.

In the gladiators quarters, Urius continued to use the Syrian. The other gladiators were still gathered around him in a circle, many now naked from the waist down and stroking their shafts. Urius stood in the center, his arms at his side, his thick, flaccid shaft hanging outward from his groin and pointing down at Zenobius. The slaveboy lay crumpled at his feet, covered with sweat and dust, sobbing.

As the men watched, Urius began to urinate. The blond gladiator grinned and rolled his hips to aim the strong yellow stream in an arc from Zenobius' face to his crotch. The urine splashed and frothed over the slave's brown flesh and muddied the ground. The odor of human wastes was heavy in the air.

Magnus was able to watch, unangered and almost forgiving of Urius for his crudity. He had Eskrill - and Erskin - to occupy his thoughts. How plain Zenobius looked, compared to the German twins.

The rhinoceros was led out of the arena. Its horn glistened with dark blood. The body of the Egyptian followed.

The sweepers with their rakes trotted out onto the field. The charioteers assembled their teams in the passageway in single file. The horses stamped, blew through their cheeks and littered the ground with dung.

The sweepers returned, the gamemaster gave the sign. The chariots paraded onto the track. The races began and ended. The time for the final match arrived. Magnus gathered up his sword and shield; no armor would be worn in the match.

The Nubian awaited him in the passageway. They exchanged cold stares, then entered the arena together. They marched across the field to the imperial box and raised their swords to the Emperor. The mob was hushed, saving their voices for the violence to follow.

The fight was brief; almost too brief. From the first clash

of steel, Magnus knew that the Nubian was his. It was bad form to end a match with the first wound. He would have to toy with the Nubian. A successful fight was like the art of sex; it was best to hold back, to thrill the crowd as long as possible before the climax.

The energy passed from Magnus' groin into his arm, and through his fingers into his blade. His sword became his erection, hard and gleaming, eager to penetrate, unyielding and sensitive to every touch.

Magnus first deprived the Nubian of his shield. He caught the edge of the bronze plate on the tip of his sword, wrenched it from its owner's grasp and sent it skimming through the air. The mob awarded him with a reserved round of applause . The more experienced spectators knew now that the Nubian would die. They relaxed in their seats to observe the master's technique as Magnus began the process of paralyzing his victim. He began with a series of superficial wounds - cuts across the Nubian's left shoulder and arm, a slice across the man's taut belly that brought a thread of blood to the surface.

The Emperor and his court saluted him. The mob cheered wildly as he walked the circuit of the arena, raising the bloody sword for their adoration. The fight had been unremarkable , even mediocre, but Magnus had given them a climax that would be talked about in the bazaars and pal- aces and slavequarters for many days.

As he passed the nobles, Magnus searched the stands for Marcellus and the boy. His eyes found the painted matron first. She had fainted. Her head had fallen onto the lap of her younger charge. The ingenue seemed unaware of the weight as she bounced on her cushion and clapped. She tried frantically to catch his eye; but Magnus looked above and beyond her, at Eskrill.

The slaveboy's chiton was still folded back. Marcellus was running his fingers idly over the boy's shaft, keeping his erect. Magnus looked at Eskrill's face. The boy looked back at him, eyes wide with fright. He looked at Marcellus; the senator's expression was as flat and inscrutable as ever.

He circled the arena twice. The applause grew louder. Garlands were thrown before his feet. An emissary from the

Emperor crowned him with a golden wreath.

In the gladiators quarters, the athletes hailed him in subdued tones, too in awe of him to shout. Urius stood apart, leaning against a pillar, one foot planted on the back of the Syrian slave. He was cleaning his nails with a dagger and scarcely looked up.

An attendant rushed to take his sword and shield. The slave spoke to him in a low voice and nodded toward the

Magnus turned and saw that Marcellus was approaching him, followed a few paces behind by Eskrill.

The Nubian, slashing awkardly in desperation, drew blood - a glancing oblique scratch across Magnus' thigh. Magnus decided to end the game.

He penetrated the Nubian's defense and landed a deep, cutting blow across the bicep of his sword arm, severing the thick muscle. The Nubian jumped back and transferred his sword clumsily to his left hand, his useless right arm, a burden now, hung limp and bleeding at his side. His left arm was the weaker; in seconds Magnus struck the sword from his grasp. He made a lunge at the Nubian's lower chest and scored a deep wound.

The Nubian groaned and staggered back, but did not fall. Magnus approached him slowly, frowning, he was angry that the fight had not been more interesting. Knowing Marcellus, the senator might complain that the match had been a farce, and take back his reward.

Magnus raised his sword, swung it upward and down, up- is yours. I will send a litter for you in an hour." ward and down, making a crimson X across the Nubian's dark chest.

The mob roared. Still the Nubian did not fall. Magnus flicked the tip of his blade about the Nubian's skirt and cut the strap that held the man's leather cup. The garments fell away and the Nubian stood naked.

There was a hush from the mob. They were eternally curious, the sedate merchant classes in particular, about the dimensions of any shaft that was not white. It was always good theater to indulge their prurience.

The Nubian's sex was swollen, almost erect, Magnus had seen this curious phenomenon before in his victims, the concentration of blood in the sex even as it drained from the rest of the body. He slid his sword between the man's legs, forcing him to rise to his toes. He lifted the Nubian's shaft for display; the fleshy rod lay balanced along the edge of his blade.

Magnus lowered the pommel of his sword and stabbed upward, entering the Nubian below his testicles and impaling him on the blade. A rain of blood and offal poured hot over Magnus' fist. A thrill like fire ran from the buried steel into his arm, welling in his chest and filling the leather cup.

The Nubian screamed in agony. The mob roared. There were shrieks among the cheers. Hysteria filled the colliseum.

Magnus pulled his sword free and stepped back. The Nubian jerked wildly and collapsed to his knees. Magnus raised his foot to the man's throat and pushed him backward to the ground. He placed his sword to the Nubian's chest and looked to the imperial box.

The Nubian's performance had been disastrous. There could have been no reprieve for him, even if there were a chance that he might survive his wounds. The Emperor extended his arm and made a fist, thumb pointing down.

Magnus drove his sword into the Nubian's heart. There was no thrill in the penetration. His sword was lifeless again, insensate; the power had returned to his shaft.

The senator raised his hand in greeting. "An extraordinary finish, Magnus. I have never seen anything quite like it before. Something must have inspired you."

Magnus nodded absently. He stepped past Marcellus and went to Eskrill. The red haze was upon him.

The boy saw the look in his eyes and turned his face away. He trembled and would not look up.

Magnus took the boy's chin in his hand and tilted his face up. He tightened his grip on the slave's jaw, pulled him onto his toes and kissed him. Eskrill's hands flew to Magnus' hips, searching for balance.

From the corner of his eye, Magnus saw that Urius had drawn closer and was watching them.

Magnus moved his hand over the slave's chest, cupping his pectoral and pinching the swollen nipple between his fingernails. He caught the boy's sigh in his mouth and broke the kiss. Eskrill's eyes were tightly shut.

"I pity you, boy," Magnus murmurred, breathing the words into Eskrill's face. He touched his lips to the slave's eyelids. "I pity you for the things I shall do to you."

Magnus turned his head to observe Urius' reaction. He was surprised, and disappointed, to see no sign of envy on the gladiator's face. Urius seemed, if anything, to be mildly amused.

A hand fell on Magnus' shoulder. "Not yet," Marcellus said softly. "Not yet. Tonight. Both of them together."

Magnus released the boy, who stepped away and lower- ed his eyes to the floor.

"Eskrill and I return to the villa now, to prepare for your visit. I have already spoken to Harmon; you are free this evening. Do not bother to bathe or eat. Tonight, my home

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HARITIEL

I started to cry and still he beat me. White hot flashes burned in my brain. I heard him say through a cloud of heat, "Artos?" I signalled by keeping my fists clenched. He continued to beat me. The blood lust came over us. He didn't hold back at all. I started to go under and he beat me all the harder. I fell at his feet. He beat me to where I screamed in pain. And still he beat me. We were both rock hard. I tried to crawl away, pain like a thunderclap all through me. And still I did not faint. I opened my eyes to see the look in his eyes. I saw the savage in him as he raised up the belt, and I saw myself in the glass all bloody and I closed my eyes and kept my fists closed and screamed in hot pain as he struck me under awareness. Only later I learned that he ejaculated over my conquered body.

Quiet morning. I lie on my bed all pain, welts and bloody bruises. The room was empty. Lyres's strap hung from the ceiling hook. With an agonizing movement I raised one arm, then the other, one leg after the other. Finally I chanced an actual move to sit up. Well, no bones broken, I thought. I checked myself out in the glass. Diety! Look at me. I held the image of Lyres above me, sweaty arm raised and belt descending. Well, he said he could give as good as he got. No doubt now I thought smiling. I managed to stretch and slowly moved up to my knees. Good buddy Lyres. I thought of my next visit to the iron room. Every welt a badge for me to flaunt.

In came Nestor. He silently appraised my condition with a look of mock alarm and went for the salve and the fibre pills. He admired me as only a 16 year old can admire a man of 33. He had all the makings of a hero. He was a regular at our workouts and had certainly chosen the right role models to pattern himself on. His manparts were there. The body just had to catch up. Nestor worked the salve into me, pausing when I grimaced in pain.

"You would think you was the prisoner on the rack," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know, yesterday's showstopper. I seen you and Lyres getting off on him, on his torture. Tough dog that one. He will have to be."

I gave Nestor my full attention. "What don't I know?" I said.

Nestor stopped treating my bruises and filled me in.

"Well, the Council has decided to allow him a chance for life by combat. In other words, his death could take days. He'll rest and train for a series of events in the combat school. Say three moons time should align us with the Pliedes and put us in conjunction with Perseus." He looked at me with a fleeting direct gaze and added, "Can the slave do more for the master?"

"The slave can draw a warm bath, prepare a light meal and take all messages, save should Lyres need one." Our eyes met again. There was still the trace of urgent expectancy there. I was aware that my mind was still fuzzy to whatever implication was being made. Nestor rose, saluted as is proper, and made a quick exit.

Reclining in the bath, I pondered his words. He's given me a piece of puzzle. Best share it with Lyres I thought. Come to think of it, Nestor had been quiet lately - up to something . His usually flippant manner hid a brutal past. He was a bondsman's bastard, raped and brutalized early on. He was only liberated during the Ursa Insurrection. Lyres won him from a dealer on a bet over some bit charioteer's shaft size. We both gradually probed his close guarded soul and made him realize that all was not pain and cruelty in the Diety's Universe. At least not for us, the Shipsmen.

For us it was all mad abandon — on the surface at least.

There was the unspoken thought that the Council was becoming too strong, as in yesterday's exhibition. They tended to enforce their law with brutal finality. So far they had placed few restrictions on Shipsmen, but kept a tight watch on the boundslaves. The survitude of these unfortunates had degenerated since I was a boy. Heroic Thor had hinted at certain things when we last played. But, this could all be my projection, I thought. I gently soaped myself and pondered.

(THOR)

Thor observed himself in the polished bronze mirror. There he saw reflected an even 6 feet of heavily packed on muscularity. Leather sandals with thongs, criss-crossed his thick calves. He stood barechested with a short leather kilt hugging a hard narrow waist. Thick leather bands on each wrist and a wide bicep clasp / dagger sheath strained around one arm. From his shock of curly black hair hung a long thick lock, staring in two tight knots at the base of his neck.

Thor threw out his chest, raised one arm high, as if already acknowledging victory. He crunched in his gut and a look of hard pride came over his face. He would win today, or destroy himself trying. The signal trumpet sounded. The race would begin soon. Striding down the barracks hall, he slapped hands with stalwart buddies who shouted last minute encouragement to him. He headed to the shrine near the arena entrance.

Thor paused briefly, then went in. The room was dark. The only light shone from the torches along the walls. A cool dampness flowed from the dark metal walls. The figure of the Great God stood in stern majesty. Thor knelt and bowed his head in silent supplication. He thought, I offer up my power before you. My victory will be mine only with your will. He was not aware of the priest standing before him until he was commanded to rise. Standing, Thor beheld a powerful man, one pec and shoulder exposed from the folds of his robe. The priest was almost 45, with a shock of silver and black hair over his chest and in his beard. His mouth was turned down and his hard black eyes appraised the powerful charioteer before him.

III. THE CAPTIVE

He lay on the bunk, staring at his naked reflection in the mirror. The entire cell was mirrored. The Captive knew they were all one-way windows, that everything he did was observed . The temperature of the cell was perfectly attuned to his body heat. There was a toilet in one corner and a metal bar projecting out from one wall. The Captive knew he was in the pit of the Great Ship. A faint humming came through the walls. He guessed it was from the master generator . The Captive did not know how long he had been there. When he awoke, he had examined his body and found all parts intact. He examined his brand. It seemed to be healing. As his body revived, he became aware of hungar and thirst. He drank from the toilet, then sat down and took a long jett and a satisfying dump. When he arose, the device flushed itself. He slowly stretched his body, jumped up to catch the metal bar, and even did a few pull-ups and leg raises before he became dizzy and staggered back to the bunk.

He felt he would survive. The Council was clearly saveing him for something. After what seemed a long time, a tray of food moved through a slot in the wall. Meat, cheese, vegetables. No utinsils. He ate slowly in spite of his hungar, wiping his hand on his chest fur. Taking another healthy drink from the toilet, he felt revitalized. He checked out his reflection in the mirror, tensed different muscle groups. He even waived to the unseen eyes behind the mirror. He lay back on the bunk and thought about his past.

The Captive was raised on Pandorian, first son of a woodsman . His upbringing had in many ways prepared him for the trials he would encounter. His father had lead him on early, always giving him new challenges. The Captive grew to be as big and daring as his lifegiver, with all his courage and appetite for life in the forest. These forests were populated with some choice biological nightmares. Staying alive outside the family compound took reflexes, courage, strength .

He remembered the easy comraderie that prevailed in the wilderness, the silent, satisfying encounters he and Thor had played out together, the intensity of their lust-making and the way his body sang when they had coupled together after the glory of the kill. The rutting against the hot furry body of the vanquished beast; the blend- ing of animal smell, the heat of their rank sweat all fused together in his mind. His great prok began to stiffen and grow without any assist from his hand. He reached down to stroke himself, then paused a moment and put his hand down at his side. He thought, smiling inwardly, "See the kind of man that Pandorian produces." His prok stood straight and tall, the shaft fused with blood, his stones heavy with mansap. He admired his reflection in the mirror, proud and sure of the future.

He drifted off to sleep again, as his errection slowly fell, discharging a trace of fluid that ran down inside his leg. He dreamed of the slavepen on Draco the morning he was brought in. He and some companions had been captured by a roving cruiser while on a hunting trip. The guards had stalked them from the air while they, in turn, stalked a rogue swamp beast. He only remembered taking aim, then darkness.

On the transport to Draco, he and his companions were stripped, shaved and kept in the dark hold of the ship. They arrived on Draco dirty, smelly and blinking in the bright light as they stood waiting in the slavepen. The Captive was the first to notice the Tradesman standing in the courtyard entrance. The tradesman gave a look at the key-holder , who opened the salvepen. The merchandise moved out and stood before him in a line. He was big, packed with power. His handsome beauty was a wonder. Dark violet eyes in a face of noble aspect, jet black beard contrasted with the fairest white skin. He sported a scar on his powerful shoulder . He wore only boots and a leather brief, displaying a huge croch to any and all. Rich thick blue-black hair covered his chest, stopping sharply just above his abdominal muscles. The same heavy hair covered his forearms and calves. The Tradesman stood there, legs wide apart, involuntary rippling his pectorals, an expression of arrogant pride on his face, turning slowly from side to side, scru- tinizing each of the new captives.

He smiled. "You are all fine men," he said. "All fortunate to be worthy of the slavepit on Draco. We provide the finest slaves in the cosmos." He moved to one end of the line and slowly walked in front of the captives. He held a riding crop, which he used to lift a man's parts for inspection .

"As I said, only the finest. I can smell pride in a man, just as I can smell fear. Those who don't measure up are sent elsewhere." His voice was congenial and deeply resonant. The Tradesman was almost past the Captive when he turned, catching the Captive by the neck with a big paw, and pulled him out of line. He ran his hands over the captive's body with gentle appraising touches, gently punching his hard belly. He grabbed the Captive by the neck. "Open up," he commanded softly, pulling down the Captive's chin with his thumb. "Come on boy, open up" he repeated even more softly and seriously. The Captive opened his mouth wide, as the Tradesman bent back his head, checked out his strong even teeth. The Captive's only sign of anger was his clenched fists. He was not prepared to feel the Tradesman's mouth on his own in a slow warm buddykiss. The man's tongue invaded his mouth and his free hand played with the Captive's stones. The Captive was too surprised to respond. He kept his mind cool and fought the feeling that this man had total power over him. He was suddenly released.

The Tradesman dropped his hands to his side, still standing up close to the Captive. The Captive could feel his body-heat , smell the man's sweat. He kept his eyes straight ahead, looking through the Tradesman. The Tradesman stepped back and slowly, subtly began to display his muscles for the Captive. He smiled, checked himself out, running his hand over his broad chest, teased his large nipples, flexed his big arms and took a deep draught of male scent from his armpit.

"Does my body excite you boy? When have you seen anyone so proud of his body?" The Tradesman spread out his arms. "Look at me boy, show how much you want me." They could have been alone in a closed room from the intimate sound of his voice, instead of an open courtyard. The Tradesman spoke in a low, gentle voice that resounded clearly from his chest. He pleaded, "Boy, tell your master how much you want him. Tell him what you feel." His eyes met the Tradesman's and he was determined not to look away first. The Tradesman stepped up close to him again and whispered, "We'll start your training tonight, slave." Then he pushed the Captive back in line, turned and strode to the far wall.

A prisoner had been led in, hands bound behind his back. The Tradesman took the prisoner by the neck and continued his speech. Slowly he strangled the wretch with one hand, never stopping his talk. The man struggled, his eyes bulged out and he gasped hoarsly as the Tradesman's vice-grip tightened and his arm muscles sprang out in high relief . He held the man gracefully and did not appear to be exerting effort. The man struggled violently while the Tradesman spoke, telling the captives the rules of the slavepit, what they could expect their service to be. Rules forbidding any sexual contact between them, no self play, etc. When the prisoner finally sagged lifeless in the Tradesman's hand, he still held the man up, until he was done talking. Then he just stood there looking at the slaves in silence. It was awesome. Suddenly he bent, lifted the body, pressing it overhead and held the pose briefly. With an intake of breath and a heave, he threw it into a cart. Wiping away the sweat from his forehead, he smiled beautifully at the slaves, winked at the Captive and left the courtyard. The slaves were led off to their cells.

The last thing the Captive expected that night was tenderness . The display that afternoon was adequate to convince him that he would do whatever was necessary to survive. If the Tradesman wanted to use him, the Captive would submit to stay alive. He had never encountered such beauty and cruelty in a human. He had seen beasts on Pandorian play with a woodsman, exacting the last measure of fear and dispair before savaging him to death, but never thought men capable of this. The idea disturbed him, excited him.

The Tradesman had entered and poured himself a cup of wine. He wore only a leather strap covered with metal studs. The room was brightly lit with lanterns and furnished only with a large low bed. He looked at the Captive and signaled him to approach. The Captive approached. The Tradesman again inspected him like a prize animal, then the Tradesman took a draught of wine and, holding him close, offered the Captive some wine from his mouth. His chest rubbed gently against the bullchest of the Tradesman. He swallowed the wine and felt the Tradesman explore his mouth with his tongue. He felt his back softly stroked and he began to feel aroused. No release all the time he had been in the transport ship. The Tradesman stepped back and said quietly, "Lie down." The Captive obeyed. The Tradesman shucked his strap and displayed his shaft in the warm lantern light. He played with his prod and coated it with lubricant. It grew big and hard and shone in the soft light. He fondled his stones. They were big and rode high. The wine was potent. There was only the sound of their breathing. The Captive began to grow also. The Tradesman threw him a bullet which he snorted, and waited until it hit. He pointed to the bed. The Captive went and stood there, and the Tradesman pushed him gently down onto the mattress. He took hold of the Captives legs and raised them slowly. He tounged his butt with low murmurs of pleasure. He greased up his prok some more and entered the Captive slowly, without expression. He let his giant shaft make friends with the Captive's butt. Then he slowly began to prod the Captive and to taunt him about what he was feeling inside him. "Being a Pandorian, I know you've been shafted lots before. But now you are here for my pleasure. I know you are responding to me. You can't help it. I'm fantastic at this. But remember you are here for my pleasure." The Tradesman spoke in a patient, arrogant voice.

He savaged the Captive for hours, alternating his strokes from deep and slow to jackhammer thrusts of rockhot intensity . His stamina was amazing. Sweat poured off him. Every so often he paused to take a draught of wine, spitting a little into the Captive's mouth. Sometimes he slapped the Captive's face gently, played with his nipples and eased his legs down, massaging them gently. The Captive requested that he be allowed to water. The Tradesman ignored him until he could no longer contain himself. As he began to leak, the Tradesman withdrew from his butt, bent down and greedily drank this offering, sharing the last of it with the Captive. The Tradesman growled incoherent endearments , holding the Captive close. The Captive began to respond strongly to the Tradesman's passion, feeling proud of his own strength. He held the man close, savoring the strong scent from the man's armpits.

The Tradesman pulled back for a minute. Then he began to beat the Captive, cooly deliberately, using only his hands. He never lost his calm expression. The Captive stood it silently until he was arm locked and he was held tight against the Tradesman's chest. He thought his arm would break. He cried in pain. The man was much stronger than he was. "Lord, I want to please you, but don't break my arm, please Lord."

The Tradesman slowly eased up on the Captive's arm while he played off his big prok. His eyes were glazed over as if he did not even see the Captive. He finally released his slave and looked on him tenderly. "Please rut me boy," he said. "Please grind your shaft into me. Do it man. I need you bad". The Tradesman's voice was urgent with desire. His frame shook with anticipation. The Captive was totally fearful of what to do. This guy is insane, he thought. The Tradesman played with the Captive tenderly, teasing his nipples and taking his prod in his hot mouth. The Tradesman choked on the Captive's shaft, murmuring in pleasure . He turned and offered his muscular ass to the Captive. He did not hesitate, he knew it was a command.

He mounted the Tradesman and felt his cock-taken as in a hot eager mouth. He trilled to the heat inside the man, and he worked up a beautiful rhythm with the man beneath him. "Don't hold back boy, please," encouraged the Tradesman. He turned over to face the Captive as the Captive gave him one thrust after another.

The Captive was breathing in short gasps. The strain of pleasure showed on his face. The Tradesman appeared blisssed out. The Captive felt surging hot pride in his hard shaft.

"Out! Now!" The Tradesman's tone of command was clear. The Captive paused for a moment in disbelief. Then he quickly withdrew, right on the verge of ejaculating. His prok wavered over the Tradesman's belly. He pleaded for release. The Tradesman said nothing. He just touched the Captive's stones with exquisite understanding. The Captive groaned in pleasure and fear. He felt himself going over the edge. "Don't spurt, boy," said the Tradesman. The Captive reached down to slap his prok down, and the Tradesman shoved his hands away. "Don't come, boy," said the man beneath him. The Captive cried in dispair as he felt his offering surge out in uncontrolled whitehot spurts of sensation. He sobbed with pleasure as his ejaculation mounted. The Tradesman whipped around to take the Captive's dick in his mouth. He drained him dry, sucking his seed down his throat. The Captive gasped and moaned in delight, his mind clouded with fear and satisfaction. He fell back exhausted and sweaty.

The Tradesman rose, watered on the fallen form beneath him and left the room. He had not spurt. Somewhere it registered in the Captive's mind that slaves were not considered worthy to receive the master's sperm. Gold the first time was a signal honor.

In the following space of time, an unspoken bond grew between them. The Captive did not realize it immediately , but the Tradesman was offering him challenges, much the same way his father had on Pandorian. He worked the Captive hard both on the iron, where he could see the results in the mirror, and in their sessions of discipline. He grew to welcome pain. It challenged his manhood. He sharpened his perception of what the Tradesman required. He was pushed to his limit, but the Tradesman took care not to break him. And his resiliance moved a little further each time. The Tradesman never betrayed any affection for him, but the Captive read the admiration in the man's eyes when he survived another test of wills, discipline, debasement . He was allowed a certain amount of manly pride in himself, but he knew that all his needs were at the whim of his master.

The time came for the Captive to be sold. He sensed this would happen after he was measured for his slavering. Every slave had his prok and stones measured with exact precision and encased with a band of tempered metal. The metal was as soft and malleable as rubber. With one hitch. Every slavering was radar controlled to the master computer in the Great Ship. Once on, there was no place in the glactic system where the computer could lose track of a slave. With the pressing of a few code buttons, the metal could

contract to blinding pain — to the screaming level. All new slaves were given little jolts from time to time. It tended to keep a man in line. It was this device that made chains or even locked cells obsolete.

It was after a long heavy session with the Tradesman that the Captive was told. After he and the Tradesman had both rutted to a climax, his master said, "You'll be gone at first light. I got a stellar price for the lot of you. Remember me well and live manslave. Remember how you obyed as well as how I commanded." He turned and left the Captive alone. The slave suddenly felt like crying.

IV. PLOWGIANT'S STORY

While on the transport to The Great Ship, the Captive met the Plowgiant. He thought he had been toughened by his slave training on Draco. The Plowgiant let him know real soon what a slave's lot could be. This strapping animal had began his service on one of the steaming produce planets. There, harnessed up with two others, he had pulled a plow endlessly over the endless fields, goaded by the plowmaster's whip. He had to earn the right to relieve his sexual tension from the halfbreed Driver who ruled with the reins and the whip. Their labor was hard. Their sweatsmell mixed with the smell of the rich black earth. Their nakedness was tanned by the twin suns. They knew that they were no more than draft animals. But the master of the estate knew they were valuable property - preferable to animals in lots of ways. The Driver also knew just how brutal he could be with his team. Pressed into service after taking his pleasure with one of the Master's pretty boys, the Driver was condemmed to toil in the fields for a year. Then he would have his freedom restored to him. Occasionally his resentment would come out in anger towards the Plowgiant. The slave's musclethick back was soon criss-crossed with scars from the Driver's whip. The Driver constantly reminded his team they were only draft animals. He allowed them to quench their thirst with his piss, often letting the Plowgiant wait until last, giving him barely enough to maintain his stamina in the long hot days.

The Master of the estate would sometimes come out to the field, covered with a silk canopy and surrounded by his pampered darlings, pretty lads who oohed and aahed at the draft teams in the fields. The Master made it a point to hold the spoiled boy who caused it all. He would causally inquire to the Driver how the work went. The man was always totally correct and proper in his answer. He never showed any anger until the Master departed. Then, invariably, he would get heavy with the lash and demand one rock busting

The Plowgiant's hate grew in silence. He stayed alive not for freedom, but for revenge. The Plowgiant told the Captive that he wanted revenge in his own way on his own time. But until then he maintained himself, regarding even the hardest days as a challenge that could be met.

After harvest time every year there was a field-rally. The Master's court would lounge in their pavillion, cooly shaded by the delicate silks, laughing and betting heavily on which plowman would win the Tournabout. Twenty times around the huge field at top speed, each strapping stallion would pull a single plow. It was hell. The winner's reward was to be set free.

The Captive listened to the story with baited breath. He lived the Plowgiant's pain and agony as he pulled the heavy plow around the course. The Plowgiant scarcely felt the Driver's leash tearing the flesh from his back. His powerful legs churned through the earth. Veins stood out on his muscles. He gasped for intakes of air. The Plowgiant tasted his power along with the rivers of sweat he scraped off his body to ease his thirst. He felt this chance to win surge

through him. He held nothing back. Whatever remote Diety he drew his power from came through. To the amazement of the Master and the court, the Plowgiant came in five full lengths ahead of anyone else. He managed to stand until he was unharnessed. He collapsed while walking to an actual pitcher of water for a change. The clear cool sweetness cleared his head. He was able to stagger to the Master's presence, all sweat, dirt, chest rising and falling in mighty gasps. He fell to his knees before the Master as he was told of his new status as a Freeman.

It was night. The Plowgiant awoke feeling lightheaded but strong. He remembered being bathed gently by his buddies, given a light meal, lots of water, and then blessed rest. He blessed the Diety for his new status in life. He smiled to himself, determined to get off this hellpit. His mind was distempered by the knowledge that the Driver was free now too, most likely out of his reach. His wish for revenge was closer than he knew.

He heard the shouts and curses coming from the water tower. He jumped up and ran out to see a flurry of torches across the yard. He made out the Master, his prize slave and several guards and members of the court. The guards held the Driver's big arms tight in their grasp. The Plowgiant heard the contemptous laughter of the Master's favorite, screaming, "He fell for me again, he took me again Master, I win, I win." The Master grudgingly gave his favorite a bag of coin. "What shall his punishment be" he said.

The little prince pouted for a minute, then concluded, "Another few years as a plowslave might be just the thing." The entire entourage of courtiers and guards smiled and applauded, laughing. The Driver saw his chance. With one deft motion, he broke loose, grabbed a guard's whip, and lashed the favorite across the face. The boy fell back scream-- ing in pain. The scar on his beautiful face spit blood. The Driver dropped the whip, realizing that he had sealed his doom. But knew that he had at least gotten at the Master's pride - the man could not tolerate imperfection. He would be forced to exchange his damaged goods for a fresh favorite . Inconvenient, embarrassing, below his station.

The Plowgiant saw the doomed Driver led away. He saw the Master take the boy's face in his hand turning it, observing the perfection on one side and the irrevocable damage on the other. The Master took one last look at the sobbing favorite and then turned and left with the courtiers. No one had a word or a backward look for the wretched boy.

The lad stood there, dumb scarcely realizing that in less than a minute he had gone from everything to nothing. The Plowgiant stood there with him in the still night, pity fighting with his contempt for this wretch. Finally he said, "You gave me water for my victory. My thanks to you." The lad started as if coming out of a dream. He stumbled over the Plowgiant and buried his head into the giant's chest, shuddering in grief and fear. He sobbed like the pretty little boy he was and finally gasped out, "What's to become of me. I am of less value than you now. And I brought it on myself ." He burst into tears again. The Plowgiant's mind was cool and quiet. He said, "Enter my service lad. When the Master's rage has cooled in the pain of the Driver's death, I'll approach him with a petition for your service. This is the winner's right. In the meantime stay out of his sight. The Plowgiant picked up the stunned figure and carried it to his bunk. He dressed the boy's wound and gave him some strong wine, finally getting him to fall asleep. He looked at the boy with a sudden desire in his gut, which he checked for the moment. It had been so damm long since he had shafted a pretty butt. A few more days and they would do it up right. As the Plowgiant drifted off again himself, he thought, not bad for one day's work. My freedom and a willing little butt slave all my own.

In two days the punishment was executed. The Master and his court were again in the pavillion and the rack has been set up. The Driver was led in. His arms and legs were bound with strong leather bands. Ropes were tied to these and attached to the pullys. One pully for each arm and each leg. He was pulled taut on this platform with his legs spread out as wide as were his arms. He was naked and strong and the court looked at him with feverish anticipation. The plow-slaves rammed his butt, worked the lash over his body, enjoying along with the courtiers the hot bloody mess they made of him. Each plowteam had their chance to torment his strong physique. "Enough," commanded the Master finally. "Don't go too fast." It came time for his death rite. A funnel was rammed into the Driver's mouth. Each slave in turn watered down his gulping throat. When his belly was distended with liquid, the funnel was removed. It was time to wait for the gold to work its way through him.

Food was served to the court. They casually looked at the Driver from time to time. The herald finally saw the first of the liquid stream from his prok into the bucket on the scale. The Driver moaned in relief as his bladder emptied itself into the bucket. Then the process began anew. Funnel, shower and belly painfully goarged. When the second round of gold came streaming out of his prok, the bucket carried enough weight to sink. This caused the scale to lower and tighten the ropes that held the pullys. As the pullys yielded to the weight of the scale, the Driver's arms stretched taut, as did his legs. He looked worried. The alarm and realization on his face held everyone in rapt attention. The Master commanded the beer swilling guards to take a hand in this as well. They watered into the funnel in long jets of hot gold. The Driver tried to shake his mouth free from the funnel, but a knife applied below his stones served to hold him steady. His throat gulped all the guard's gold down.

His belly again bloated up. When the funnel was removed he was breathing heavily and his eyes were starting to glaze over. His head rolled back and forth.

More refreshments were served to the court. They ignored the Driver until his moan of relief in being able to urinate mingled with his cry of pain as the scale lowered and the pullys tightened. His limbs were stretched tight indeed. A guard emptied his gold directly in the bucket. The scale lowered a little more. The Driver's arm sockets ever so slowly began to disengage. He screamed.

The Plowgiant called to the Master if he could take his pleasure as part of his prize. The Master nodded assent. The Plowgiant stepped up, big prod cupped in his hand and slowly offered his gold into the bucket in quick little jets. Each time he prolonged the slow tearing of arm from shoulder . He and the whole court were enjoying the look for mercy from the Driver. He let his gold streams get a little longer each time. He asked the Driver if he ws thirsty, as the Driver had taunted him in the field. He asked the Driver if he wanted to stretch, asked him if his muscles were cramped. He let go all his gold into the bucket.

The Driver's arms went first, snapping up to the top of the pullys. He fell down on the long metal dildo just under him. His eyes popped out. He screamed ceaselessly. Plow-giant let go some more gold. The Driver's legs finally went. There was a grinding, tearing sound of bone and flesh disengaging . He sat there impaled deeply on the dildo, a shuddering trunk of pain and incoherent screams. His sockets poured out blood. He was unaware of the polite clapping and the Plowgiant bowing to the court. The Master was in just the right mood to grant his wish to keep "some former help of yours." When the Plowgiant turned around to look into the Driver's eyes one last time, he saw the light go out and the head slump over the bloody trunk.

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Later that month, Plowgiant and his little slave were on a transport to The Great Ship. He was now a free citizen. He voluntered to work as a guard in the transport. The Captive was one of his charges. They recognized in each other the bearing of free men; men who had tasted debasement , but kept their souls intact. By the time they reached The Great Ship, Plowgiant had the confidence of the Captive and his buttslave. The boy told him about how his former Master would murmur in his drunken sleep about his past. He mentioned Monoceros, the high priest … "he and I young buddies … hates the system." It was clue enough. The Plowgiant vowed to serve this Monoceros in the priesthood .

V. MONOCEROS

Events are moving fast and tight. I can confide in no one. Men betray for power, lust, vital matters, trifles. I can only move my pawns in silence, giving them all only a piece of the puzzle. In this way, if any are put to the torture, they can only reveal a fragment of the plan. This will give me time. I knew that the Captive and his friends had no chance to succeed in stealing the secrets from the Oracle. But loyalty must be tested. It was necessary to dust the Captive's companions. Not that they would have talked, but that they would have talked too soon. No man can withstand the persuasions of the Council. They have a special session reserved for Thor, the Captive and two of the Shipsmen. This Plowgiant is an extra bonus. I need men that have stamina and love pain. The Diety has sent me what I need - they have all the right qualifications. And I alone will give the Council one extra lesson in treachery.

Thor came to me the night of his victory. We stood facing each other in my cell. I let him read in me the silent looks that I knew he would respond to. How could he not. I have the Power in me. I can see visions. I can muster my force to direct other men's actions. The Dieties' gift. I do what I do to honor Him. Most of the time.

But He is not so jealous that he would deny me my desires. Thor felt my need and returned his own message. We held each other in a strong clasp, as we exchanged urgent thoughts and plans. The energy between us was mounting. Thor indicated his Victor's brand and said, "What is this without the freedom of my companions." The look on his face. "In time, but not without pain and great risk." The look on my face. I forgot my vows and my duty to the Diety and fell into the young man's arms. All the pent up force of years set my juices flowing. He moved in close to me and we embraced with anticipation of what was to come. The heat we generated together was wonderful. We began to savage each other like starving dogs. Prods, teeth, tender kisses and endearments, nails and fists were all weapons of desire. We were blind to reason - every so often falling back in exhaustion, breathing hard until we had our wind, then at each other agin as if our lives depended on it. It seemed as if our passion would never be spent. Whitehot seed jetted out of us and kept right on shooting. I don't know who was more amazed at whose virility. Morning found us on the bed of straw in an embrace of total satisfaction. I awoke before Thor and relived in my mind our passionate combat. When Thor awoke, he put his hand to my brow and tapped the short Pandorian code for love-brother -comrade, as one does when saved from the beast. Suddenly my plan, whether from the Diety or Thor, came to me.

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We, the undersigned citizens of the United States, petition all U.S. Congressional Representatives:

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THE ORDEAL OF THE SEARCH / CENTERSECTION

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Looking for Mr. DRUMMER turns out to be more than anyone expected but the sight of all that beautiful beef contesting...

Most contests choosing Mr. Something-or-Another are mere beauty pageants or popularity contests. A couple of weeks or so ago when DRUMMER went on its search for Mr. Drummer '82, it took a different tack. It all started innocently enough by holding it at the Russian River in Northern California at the Woods Resort and rounding up a baker's dozen of hunks from the general area. And it was not a one-night affair, rather encompassing three nights and two days of festivities in which the candidates were subjected to dunking, Greco-Roman games of skill, grease (courtesy of Elbow Grease) wrestling, pool and Pac-Man tourniments, Tom Jones' eating orgies and finally the judging among the survivors.

PLAYING

It turned out to be all good fun and aside from a few bruises and a lot of hot and cold showers to clean up and cool off, everyone had a weekend to remember and three contestants won prizes and a chance at MR. DRUMMER at the I-Beam in San Francisco. The same weekend as the Russian River ordeal there was as big a show in Hollywood at Greg's Blue Dot with a like number of Southern California Studs competing for Mr. Drummer Southern California. That winner whose color photo graces the table of contents page and whose name is Luke Daniels will join the others in San Francisco to vie for a chance to represent DRUMMER in the Mr. International Leather Contest in Chicago. The coverage of what those guys went through will be in the next issue.

Above are heavy favorites Ted Arsenault sponsored by Always Tan (left) and Wood's entry Harold Gates, first runner-up enjoying the sun and the show.

Waiting to be interviewed by the pool are Tom Reynolds (River Village), Bob Wilkie (Rainbow Cattle Company), Bob Colagrande (Arena), John Ponce (Russian River Lodge), Scott Price (Folsom Street Hotel), Bob Abbott (Probe). All survived and went on to a Champagne reception thrown by the S.F. Arena.

WAITING

It's hurry up and wait, just like in the army. Everyone waits his turn for the next ordeal, the worst of which is probably being interviewed by M.C. Rich McFarland. At poolside at least there was a chance to get some sun and watch the Drummer crew blow up hundreds of black baloons that kept slipping away and floating toward Yosemite or somewhere. The Russian River area had a water scare that weekend which, happily, did not affect the Woods Lodge.

GETTING IT ON FOR DRUMMER!

The contestants paired off, greased each other down (which was half the fun) and then attacked. There was an elimination process which resulted in several holds from which the men had to be pried apart. After a slippery trip to a hot shower, conserving water by showering with a friend, they put on their DRUMMER T-shirts and headed for the warmth of the lodge, which had to be abandoned as a wrestling ring due to the hardness of the dance floor.

EATING ORGY

Titled "DRUMMER Goes to the Country" the event not only featured the physical competiton of the candidates, it had a bit of a fair with games of skill and Bakery goodies. Then the food orgy sponsored by Leonard Matlavich's "Stumptown Annie's" Pizza Parlour. Our boys ate their weight several times over and it turned out to be the most sensual (public) event of the weekend .

Photos by Jim Patton

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AND THE WINNER S…

John Ponce of Forestville Mr. Northern California Drummer, enjoys his victory in the tranquility of the Russian River, flanked by admirers. John's next ordeal is at the I-Beam MR. DRUMMER Contest in Sa DRUMMER 52

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HOT MAN-TO-MAN TO CONTACT FOR A COOL 35¢ A WORD!

HOT LEATHER

Gloved, cigar-smoking Leather Master , 6', 145 lbs., W / m 34, 7" cut, seeking brothers in Leather. Mutually satisfying scene and discretion assured. Limits respected. You must be serious, disciplined, and unashamed of earned affection. No drugs, scat, or heavy pain. We are a rare breed. Box A85.

ARIZONA

MASTER AND SLAVE

Invites you to stop by for fun and games when in Phoenix. Leather Fraternity member. Box 2080.

NORTHERN CALIFORNIA

Cute boy, 30, 5'7", 140 lbs., seeks inventive stud or daddy with big dick. own place, for fantasy action, mutual pleasuring, fucking, sucking, spanking , C&BT, tits, etc. No FF, WS, scat. Need limit-respecting top for long scenes we can both feel good about. Send description, fantasies, phone. Box 2088.

HOT S.F. COWBOY

5'7", 140 lbs., Top. If you're a horny dude who likes getting his ass worked over real good and knows the meaning of submission, let's meet. Only hot bottoms need respond with letter and recent photo. Box 2002.

MASCULINE STUD WANTED

MARSHALL. Uncut Capricorn, 43, 6'3", 200 lbs. Wants masculine stud willing to give his body for our mutual satisfaction, learning and pleasure. Details, photo, phone, please. Box 1646.

GOODLOOKING LEATHERMAN CASTRO VALLEY, S, 36, 6', 160 lbs., goodlooking Leatherman seeks M, for Leather Action, obedience, outdoor-bike scenes, bondage, (415)

HOT HUNKY

SAN FRANCISCO AREA, Well-put-together , pierced and tattooed M, new to area, 38, 6'3", 195 lbs., brown / blue, mustache, cut 61 / 211, with heavy experience looking for serious Leather Master any race, 25-50. Uncut meat a real plus. C&B torture, WS, whips, ass work and a lot more just for openers. This animal into damn near anything with your pleasure his center focus. Have complete Leather and toy collection waiting for you. No fats or fems. All photos get mine and immediate reply. Box 1283.

UNCUT THIRD WORLD

If you're Latin, Asian, Arabic or Indian and like to have your uncut cock sucked by a handsome young man who is also uncut and well hung, like to have your hairy or hairless ass eaten; if you're looking for sex and not romance and are interested in getting it on more than talking about it, and live in the Bay Area, send phone number (photo, if possible) to: Box 2034.

SANTA CRUZ

Aquarius, 52, 5'11", 190 lbs., white, 6%". Knowledgeable, seeks lover & exhibitionist nude house slave. Must be obedient and eager to please with a tight ass, a good cocksucker and rimmer. Good tit sucker, body hair will be shaved. Under 50. No role switching, no one night stands, drinkers or smokers, also no dopers, hustlers, freeloaders or jailbirds. No photo, no reply. Box 1298.

SAN FRANCISCO ASS GAMES

Spreadeagled, maybe tied down, enemas, butt plugs. Dildoes. Vibrators . Spreaders. Hot oil, balls, balloons and other toys. Maybe even a cock or a tongue (Your hole and / or mine). I'm 26, 5'10", 155 lbs., brown hair, green eyes, uncut. Send a description or photo of your favorite toy & let me know how you like to use it. Box 1277.

LEATHER BIKER TOP WANTED

I'm into heavy leather, leather bondage , and need to get into a heavy leather scene with a leatherman and or biker. Must wear full leather, as I do. I am W / m, 29, 5'8", 152 lbs., and am bearded. Tall shiny leather boots, gloves and a beard a plus. Write to: Chris West, 1900 Eddy Street, No. 11, San Francisco, CA 94115. No fems, Blacks or heavy S&M.

EXTRA HUNG

S.F., Is that you, buddy? Is your dick extra-long and / or extra thick? If you've ever been told "It's too big", and you know it is a whopper; if you're frustrated by dudes who can't handle you, then you want to meet me. I'm 30, 5'11", 160 lbs., ex-porno actor, hunky, goodlooking, hot ass, insatiable appetite. And if you're a young, super hung, horny dude, into fucking a hot ass with that meat of yours, plus any other action (except FF), write with a photo. I'm for real, man. J.M., Box 99688, S.F., CA 94109.

LEATHER TROOPER

Booted & breeched, needs comrade in arms. Have own home (w / privacy) in cowboy trucker country near S.F., but am willing to relocate for the right guy. Have M / C, 4W Drive and ride horseback. Into uniforms, chaps, levis, rubber and most DRUMMER activities. Ex-Army, ex-Forester, ex-cowboy . Will assume any role. Open to new ideas. I am 5'8", 38" chest, 30" waist, 7" uncut, 150 lbs., Scorpio. You must be mature, responsible, in good shape, preferably in 30s or 40s. Your photo gets mine. Box 832.

HANDSOME AIRLINE CAPTAIN SAN FRANCISCO 30, 5 11", 163 lbs., versatile seeks goodlooking dudes into jocks, uniforms, Leather, shorts, athletic gear. Have 7½", thick, for good long workouts. Travel NYC, SF, Miami, Canada, London, Photo, phone. Dick, 625 Post No. 727, San Francisco, CA 94109.

SAN FRANCISCO FIST ACTION

Seeking buddles for mutual fist fuck-ing and piss drinking. I'm 5'10", 170 lbs. Moustached Chicano hunk with 7½" endowment and a strong active imagination and curiousity. Dig Leather, levis, beer, non-smokers, dildoes, drugs. I'm also a 31 year old Cancer. It would help tremendously if you're into ancient religion-earth-sex -magic, and pagan arts. I come more from compassion than from heavy humiliation, photos answered first. Box 1445.

BALL BUDDIES

SAN FRANCISCO W / M, 34, 6'2", 160 Ibs. Bald, medium brown beard, light blond moustache, hairy, into ball torture , weights, vices, slapping, hitting, punching, mutual play seeks same. Box 1514.

NEW RECRUIT

SAN FRANCISCO 27, W / M, 5'9", 158 lbs. Beard, needs to learn how to achieve what have been only fantasies , an "apprenticeship" to an experienced or not so experienced Master and his slave would be a great start on this journey. I deserve to be humiliated for my inexperience which will only intensify my need to serve. Box 1633.

TWO HOT HUNKYS

SAN FRANCISCO 45, 190 lbs. & 27, 170 lbs. Open and trusting, two or three ways into sweat. Enjoy big wrestlers, BB types with STAMINA and "SNAP." Also looking for roommate for our place at Market & Cas-tro . Call Larry or Fred (415) 861-0430. Please, no calls after 10 PM. Write to Box 1556.

SAN JOSE W / m, 5'7", 160 lbs., 31, seeking goodlooking W / m bottom, 18-30, into leather, bondage, tit work, light S&M. No drugs, fats, fems, FF. Novice preferred, limits respected. Fantasies considered, Box 2047.

Answering a Drumbeat ad is easy, but the few rules we have are hard and fast. So observe them or else. Seal your letter in a envelope on which you have written the box number in pencil. You can write the box number on the back flap of the envelope. Put your return address on the envelope if you want the letter returned should there be some problem with delivery. Put proper postage on the envelope. Include 25¢ for each letter you want forwarded. Put the whole thing (sealed letter and fee) in another envelope addressed to Drummer. Letters not properly prepared will be destroyed.

SAN FRANCISCO, W / m, 6', 152 lbs., 34, 81 / 2" hard, into having my cum- /piss stained jock sucked dry. Sweaty balls, arm pits, crotch, ass and all to be licked. Into pissing into jock straps while being blown. Also into showing off my dick in public places that are discrete late at night. Will exchange jocks all over U.S. Photo in Jock and phone number a must. Box 1292.

BEARDED OR MOUSTACHED FACE-SITTERS WANTED

I'm 39, 5'10", 140 lbs., bearded, and have no age or race restrictions. Write Horst, Box 101SF.

MASTER JOHN

SAN FRANCISCO, Tall 6'4", handsome , aggressive, soft spoken Man with San Francisco's most complete workroom. Looking for slender dudes into full S&M action. Must be clean, intelligent and anxious to serve a reasonable but demanding top man. For interview send description and phone number. Box 1403.

YOUNG SLAVES WANTED OAKLAND, Young slaves diapered, spanked by handsome Master. 484 Lake Park Ave., No. 36, Oakland, CA 94610.

SAN LUIS OBISPO AREA

Leo Bottom 26, (look 21), 5'8", 125 Ibs., brn / brn, 61 / 2" Cut. Big balls. Need to be bound in Leather / Ropes. Into B&D, Light S&M, C&B / Tit work, toys, getting fucked. No heavy drugs, Scat, FF, Piercing or injury. Rural setting a plus. Box 1422.

HOT SAN FRANCISCO LEATHERMASTER

32, 6', 165 lbs., will train slave(s) in complete subservience. Will guide right slave from bootlicking to shaving , to whipping, to piercing, to branding. Be prepared to give yourself without thought. Box 1455.

Nipple / Navel SAN FRANCISCO man with hairless, hard chest seeks same. No S&M or drugs. I am 36, 130 Ibs., Box 1734.

SLAVES AND POTENTIAL SLAVES: SAN FRANCISCO, Are you ready for complete servitude as a way of life and not just a game. (Experience not necessary.) I am a retired army NCO ready to take complete control of your life with Bondage, Discipline, Daily spankings & Humiliation. I am not into Fist Fucking, Scat, Heavy S&M, or Drugs. Box 1505.

S.F. AREA M, 45, 5'7", 130 lbs., 7" cut, into bondage, especially with padlocks . No scat, FF. Your place or mine. Photo & phone, please. Box 14316, S.F. CA 94114.

SKANDINAVIAN KINK

SAN FRANCISCO, DOMINANT Kinky artist looking for bottom, patron. I am 6', 165 lbs. Lean. Muscular . Masculine. Best Face-Sitter in the Brotherhood-needs help. Chest 42", Waist 30", have blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled features, large nipples . Very goodlooking man into Barbaric Sex. Box 1528.

VERY GOODLOOKING WEIGHT LIFTER

SAN FRANCISCO, M, 30, 6'1", 42" chest, 30" waist, 7". Very goodlook-ing . Masculine. Jogger-Weight lifter build. Needs piss, shit, spit, VA, C / B / T torture from other goodlook-ing bodybuilders. Mr. Right gets it all. Fats, fems, phonies, average looks / builds—don't waste my time. Box 1534.

SF BAY AREA, 27, white, blond / blue, new to leather scene, like to watch the action. Let me watch you make it work, make me a convert. Box A47. want a hot, no-holds-barred, rough-ass time with someone who can be my Master and live up to it! Am bored with "green horns"! Hope the right hunk will contact me. Prefer Macho Blacks or Latinos. Box B13.

ASIAN DADDY'S BOY

25, goodlooking, strictly top, seeks unique W / m daddy, 35-40, who is very masculine but strictly bottom. Must have full black leather outfit and be open to all scenes. Will reply to responses with photo. Box 1632.

BONDAGE SLAVE

25, seeks master with playroom into leather cuffs, hoods, gags, strait jackets, total restraint. No FF, scat, heavy S&M. B. Kelly, 220 9th St., No. 014, S.F., CA 94103.

SANTA BARBARA-BAKERSFIELD Leatherman, biker, white, Top, 37, seeks bottoms into B&D, light S&M. Limits respected, novices handled with care. Send letter and photo and I'll reply with same. Will expand limits of obedient and respectful M. Box 1354.

NAKED SLAVE WANTED

For S&M bondage, tit work, C&B, WS. Respect limits, but be man enough for action. Master is 6', 150 Ibs., good body. Box 2098.

YOUNG MASTER

21, 5'8", 130 lbs., looking for slaves, 30-55, for long term servitude. Into cigars, leather, bondage. Box 4244, S.F., CA 94101.

WILD SEX SLAVE is available to horse-hung hairy tattooed military men, cops, into huge insertions, toys, enemas, whips, gags and masters in groups. Box 2097.

ATTENTION FIGHTING MEN

Hot stud, 22, blond, blue eyes, hairy, 185 lbs., 31" waist, 46" chest, digs oil, jocks, sweat, leather, photos, JO and all challenges. No holds barred, submission , pro fantasy, heavy body contact, freestyle, stud vs stud, muscle against muscle. Let's go for it! Box 2092.

Will you take my body, my ass, handle it, in groups if desires, and give me lodging when I visit San Francisco ? Torngren, Box 42, 18251 Djur-sholm , Sweden.

TIGHT ASSHOLE

Muscular stud has a hot tight asshole which needs to be massaged, opened up and explored by someone who knows what asshole pleasure is all about. Willing to reciprocate. Box 3010.

HOT HARD LEATHER STUD

Ray from Framingham is coming to San Francisco! Aug 15-23. Gonna go leather sex crazy. Drop a line with photo and let's fuck in leather. wanna rent a hog for the week, clue me in. Ray, 34 Gordon St., Fra-mingham , MA 01701.

MAVERICK ALLIANCE

Mavericks are not branded! Not part of the herd! UNCUT men are invited to write P.O. Box 14098 San Francisco , CA 94114. For further info. send a self-stamped & addressed envelope and $1 for Application & Questionnaire. Pull your skin today and get it out! Must sign and state you're 21 or over. Newsletter is much-sought after and is limited.

MUSCLE BUILDER

SAN FRANCISCO, Hard-ass SM hunk 28, 5'7", 155 lbs. & cut, solid muscular stud for HOT action and limits expansion. Interests include weightlifting, Harleys, Leathers. Levis. Uniforms, boots, whips, porn art, amyl, military SS, J / O, jocks, riding ass and fuckin' face. Seeks to earn attention and service with S- local (S.F.) or worldwide M's earn right to serve. Box 1536.

BOOTS THE TALLER THE BETTER

SAN FRANCISCO, This hunky black-leather motorcycle riding stud looking for guys who think they're good enough to serve my boots and me. Have this insatiable desire for boots and the man that wears them. Just can't get enough of them, esp. black engineer and logger boots-taller the better. I'm 31, and good-looking , honest. If you're man enough and serious enough to get down with my boots or make me get down with yours, drop me a line. Box 1504.

DOMINANT BODYBUILDER

31, 5'8", 160 lbs., 29" waist, 40" chest, sadistic but sane, into intense testicle pressure, bondage, titwork and unusual equipment. If you are a bodybuilder with a high pain threshold and a sense of adventure, write: Don, 1851 Hayes St., San Francisco , CA 94117 or call (415) 864- 5566 or (707) 869-0243 from 10am to 8 pm only.

SAN FRANCISCO W / M 32, 5'11". beard / moustache, former Army Sar-geant ; enjoys hot times, Leather, Levi, Uniforms, fantasies, W / S. FF(top), toys, J / O. Phone & exchanged, etc. Even enjoys light play & cuddling. No Fats or Fems. Prefer W / M within SF area, 21-40. If you wish to make an attempt on a Fantasy, drop a note with photo (if available-photo returned upon request), include a description of yourself & a phone number &/or address for response, to Box A98 (c / o Drummer) or 470 Castro Street, Ste 207-3025, SF 94114.

OLD FASHIONED BUTT SPANKING! BY DAD

Be direct and don't waste anyone's time! Call (415)626-8705.

ABSOLUTE TOP

SAN FRANCISCO, W / m, 31, 6'1" Absolute top, demands genuine motorcycle CHIP for obedience, ser vitude and respect. You produce and I'll provide. Only the Genuine need respond. Send photo and brief profile . Write Box 773.

SAN FRANCISCO Take this proud, me your trip. I'm 33, 5'11", 140 lbs., 7", and can top. You're 30-50, big, well built and hard (daddy?). Photo gets mine. Steve. Box 2051.

SAN FRANCISCO SM 33, 5'8", 135 lbs., 8" cut, goodlooking, hard-edged Libran into Top / bottom trade offs or one way clashes with serious leathermen intent on hot bondage and belt sessions, bodies in leather and toys in hand, we'll put tits, cock and ass to their proper use. Skip the bullshit, forget the scat, tune into the head and the body and let's explore. Photo brings photo. DRUMMER Box A56 or c / o Jay, 795 Buena Vista West, No. 4, S.F. CA 94117.

BLACK MAN

40, 5'7", 128 lbs., looking for man 21- ? to train to my specifications. Should be 5'6" to 6', 120 to 180 lbs., into kink & raunch & capable of blind obedience. Body should be in good shape, age, race & endowment unimportant . Uncut with big feet have preference. Require recent photo with letter detailing your capabilities. Box 852.

Experienced San Francisco slave, white, 24, 5'8", 155 lbs., seeks serious leather Master for training in bondage and bootlicking, water sports and whipping. Box 994.

SAN FRANCISCO, W / m, 32, slim, trim beard, 6'2", 160 lbs., M, but can be versatile, new to scene, willing to learn, into dudes who take care of their bodies, enjoy light S&M, B&D, some WS, 3-ways, and have lots of fantasies. Not into FF, scat, heavy pain. Box B10.

S.F. LEATHERMASTER

38, 6'5", 165 lbs. 61 / 2" uncut, black hair, mustache, wants slave with beard or moustache who does a good blow job, rimming and licking crotch & balls for life of obedience and servitude, into B&D, TT, CBT, MD (mad doctors), witchcraft, leather and rubber. FF optional. No scat or WS. Live-in a possibility for the right person. No overweights, fats, fems, olds. Send pic to Box A44.

GERONTOPHILES

Et al: Corrupt early 50s, articulate tongue, kind but ruthless, even if I have knowledge of autohypnosis and sex. Send photo. No fats or hardcore drugs. Can you rise to the occasion? Box A52.

S.F. AREA UNCUTS

Brown hair / eyes, bearded. UNCUT, nicely proportioned. W / m, 32, 5'10", 170 lbs., looking MEN / UNCUT MEN. Hairy w / beer gut! Into heavy cock with big hairy legs spread wide, with uncut thick cock, hanging balls, hairy ass for servicing. Answer with photo for HOT reply. P.O. Box 14098, S.F., CA 94114.

MASCULINE S WANTED SAN FRANCISCO LIBRA, M, 50, W, 5'8", 165 lbs., needs Master into Leather, Boots, Hood. Heavy into bondage, C&B Torture, Shaving, Piercing, Whipping seeks masculine S, who knows what he wants and does it. Photo gets mine, SIR. Box

NEW IN SAN FRANCISCO YOUNGISH DAD, Smart, cigar man, looking for "son": trim, cute, ass whipped, pushed, fucked. If good,

NOVICE

Am 5'10", very hairy, husky build, 8" cut. Novice. Want 25-35, experienced , 5'10" or over, caring, patient Teacher. Prefer Blond, Brown eyes, lean! Box 1289.

SAN JOSE, Looking for Leather Master into B&D, and some light S&M. I'm 30, 6'1", 160 lbs., Dk Br eyes & slender in build. No Fats, fems, stupids or hard drugs. Box B66.

MAN EATING SLAVE

SAN FRANCISCO, Hot w / m 24. Will worship your Ass, Cock, Balls, Boots, Nipples and Arm Pits with my HOT MOUTH. Also dig B&D, W / S, Greek Passive. Photo appreciated. Greg, Box 1501.

ARROGANT

Smelly, abusive Master (W, 32, 5'11", 186 lbs., beard) and his personal slave-dog (W, 32, 5'9", 180 lbs., beard) invite meetings and correspondence with pigs, latrines, Tops, bottoms, voyeurs, exhibitionists, and adventurors, animals to explore all extremes. Box A65.

EX-RANCH HAND

Loves horsemen, cowboys, troopers, and deputy sheriffs with full discretion . Corrals, stalls, barns, tack rooms, saddles, rawhide and ropes turn me on. Greater S.F. Bay area & Monterey Bay area. Willing to travel California and neighboring states. Need stockade detention, stake-out, immobilization. Over 32 years. If you are in authority, write with photo to Box 832.

S.F. PENINSULA Goodlooking, young Min 40s, white, top man, 5'9", 155 lbs., cut, seeks goodlooking, well built, masculine SM, 27-40, for intense asshole sex (including FF). Will also fuck your face, use abusive language, and experiment in water sports. Prefer men into snow skiing, other constructive interests. Could consider as a roommate. Photo preferred . Reply Box A50.

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

TORTURE FANTASIES

LOS ANGELES Raunch. Hungry pig-slave -master 30, 5'7", 150 lbs., wants to explore intelligent filth and torture fantasies with hairy-assed scuz-mongers , top and bottoms. HOT men 18-50 into C&B Torture WS, scat and natural fist fucking. Write Box 1339.

HOTTEST ASS IN L.A.

Hot adventurous bottom, 30, hairy, horny, & high, into Leather / Levis & toys. Gets it on with smooth hot guys. Needs Topmen with class to plug this tight little ASS. Box 1252.

HOT ASS WANTED

LOS ANGELES W / m, 29, 5'9", 155 Ibs. Leather / Levi Top seeks W / m, into FFA, B&D, belt worship. Have playroom, all that's missing is your hot ass hanging in my sling. Photo and phone number. No fats or fems. Box 1564.

Drummer can no longer accept PER-SONAL ads with telephone numbers. Existing ads with verified telephone numbers will be allowed to run until ad expires. Drummer will accept no new ads with telephone numbers.

HOLLYWOOD BOTTOM 24, 6', 135 lbs., white. Seeks knowledgeable partner, 25-40, into B&D, light S&M, Toys, etc. Want to try everything once, some more than once. Letters with photos answered first. Box 1462.

BIG WIDE OPEN ASSHOLES WANTED

L.A. W / m, 31, 5'11", 165 lbs., wants men with hot assholes into FF, huge dildoes, punch-fucking, able to withstand several hours of heavy ass play. Serious men only, no J / O. Box B11.

TOTAL SLAVE

BURBANK Slave Danny will submit to bondage, whipping, piercing, armpits and tits, shaving, photography for parties, groups or one Master. Phone (213) 846-9486. Danny Payne, 241 East Alameda Ave., Burbank, CA 91502.

THREE WAYS—GROUP SEX LOS ANGELES Obedient slave and his Master looking for hot Leather / Levi and Uniform Studs into three ways and group sex. S&M, B&D, Dildoes , Fist fucking and other interests . We have the place. Explicit letter gets immediate response. Box 1469.

TRAINING CONTROLLED BEHAVIOR

Slippery Dick. Novice. Cut / Uncut, hot, used ok. Proper request to: Sir, Box 1103, Los Angeles, CA 90068.

LOS ANGELES AREA W / m, 5'6", 128 lbs., 28, HOT. Seeks patient master for training novice. Must respect limits . I desire to serve. No pain or drugs. Exchange photos, ideas. Box 1399.

SAN DIEGO Top, 40, 6'1", 195 lbs., into all scenes, tits, W / S, FFA. Have full equipment. Will train novices. Box A70.

SAN DIEGO MEN

Two men, 38 and 39, seek contact with other men into fucking, fisting, W / S, jack-off, jockstraps, leather, and funky wear. Couples preferred. No fats, fems. No non-smokers! Box 895.

LOS ANGELES M, W / m, 34, 5'7", smooth, slim, good body, 125 lbs., intelligent, goodlooking, looking for intelligent S. I need to serve my man and expect eventually only the limitations my Master has for me. Especially like to serve others for you. I need to be me to properly serve you. Box 280.

TWO LEATHER MASTERS

VENICE AREA 2 W / m's, 31, 5'11", 185 lbs., blond / blue and 27, 5'7", 125 lbs., blond / blue. Looking for W / m slaves to serve, limits respected, novices welcome. Must be 18-35 into B&D, S&M, whipping, W / S. Send photo and Description. Box 1594.

LOS ANGELES Hot, hunky, cowboy, blue eyes, beard; wants to start a Dildo Club. Interested dudes drop me a line and state sizes and interests . Box 1270.

HOT MUSCULAR BLOND

LOS ANGELES 6'3", 185 lbs., 38, seeks trim Gr / act buddy, 18-28. Photo gets mine. Aries, Box 60851, Los Angeles, CA 90060.

SPANKINGS GIVEN BY

LOS ANGELES White Dad, 44, 6'3", to youthful, trim guys who need a lot of attention. Prefer non-Jocks, thin, inexperienced OK. Box 1565.

LOS ANGELES I dig licking your big balls and swallowing your hot cum. Am 38, 5'7", 140 lbs., 7", neat body. Will fulfill any fantasy. Box 975.

SENSATIONAL AND FREE

Out of this world servicing for muscular top studs any race, especially Orientals and Blacks. Punish my red hot buns or fantastic mouth job. You'll go crazy for more, nothing like it. Absolutely discreet. Orange County, Los Angeles. Write your thing, I'll phone or reply. Box 1366. Don't miss this super servicing.

LOS ANGELES AREA SOUTH

Goodlooking, 38, trim and hot. Experienced , mustached, bartender and waiter would like to work at your next party or just hear from you leather / levi fuckcuddlers. Will travel to New Orleans, D.C. and NYC in '81. Your photo gets mine. Box B61.

WEST COVINA W / m, 40, 6', 158 lbs., uncut, Cancerian, versatile, hot, goodlooking macho dude, into most scenes except scat, FF and heavy pain. Enjoy worshipping a beautiful body and cock, servicing a cock completely, and I mean completely. Looking for oversexed, hot dude, 21- 45, who likes his cock taken care of royally. Your photo gets mine. Box 64.

LOS ANGELES, 27, M, 6'1", 175 lbs., 8", handsome, muscular, athletic needs to be dominated and trained by another similar stud, leather, levis, etc. Experienced, hard master requested. Photo. Box 78A.

BIG MATURE NIPPLES

Los Angeles, muscular, BB, 35, with big nipples wants to meet other muscle studs into titwork, JO, visuals, tattoos , leather, B&D, and sleeze. Box 2091. curious clean shaven, smooth young man to explore high caliber sexual fantasy and discipline training. Exciting experience available for affectionately erotic applicant. Box 33001, San Diego, CA 92103.

VENTURA AREA LITTLE GUYS

Sharp looking Bi W / m, 41, 5'8", 150 Ibs., masculine, hung nice. I like to take care of sharp, cute, cocky little guys. Photo and phone a plus. Bill Little, Box 1875, Ventura, CA 93002.

WRESTLE

Your worthless ass to submission. Black. 27, 6'3", 165 lbs., muscular, swimmer's build, short hair, moust-ache . L.A. area. Box 3019.

WHITE SCANDINAVIAN

HUNTINGTON BEACH Male, Muscular , surfer 36. Blonde, blue eyes, looking for permanent relationship with very heavy top into leather, piercing, whipping, wax, FF, WS, dildoes , etc. Will consider all tops but prefer someone with smarts and a sense of humor who is a romantic and likes desert and surf as well as smoke and aroma. Ray (714) 842- 6843 or write with picture to Box 1427.

LONG BEACH / ORANGE COUNTY Bearded, hairy dude 39, 6'2", 190 lbs., seeks to correspond and / or meet hot, horny, uninhibited studs into fucking, sucking, V / A, and prolonged play sessions. Willing to take orders, and try most anything with experienced instructor. Frank photo and letter gets mine. Will answer all. Box 1435.

ORANGE COUNTY Hot, hung, leather studs who want to bring hot, blond, blue-eyed cowboy to his knees, send photo. Details. Box 1264.

LOS ANGELES White male animal slave to be trained and broken as work-horse, needs demanding male master or masters with facilities to use him as such on occasional weekends leading to permanency. To be stabled, bitted, harnessed and worked under reins and whip. Mature submissive to all demands. Box 1263.

LEATHER UNIFORMS AND BONDAGE

VAN NUYS Looking for Leather Master to bind me with leather, ropes, and affection. Light S&M. Your photo will get mine. Paul, 6375 Van Nuys Blvd., Van Nuys, CA 91401.

LOS ANGELES M, goodlooking 25, 5'11", 147 lbs., enjoys giving pleasure being totally dominated by intelligent , strong, stern topman familiar with positive character forming side of leather sex. Don't write unless you are able to gain control and keep it. In return receive my respect, devotion, hero worship and full rights to my body. Box 1272.

Well defined nice looking masochist- … who is free spirited yet enjoys certain kinds of 'ties', is looking for paradoxical paradise to find a good-looking Master who is as good at kissing as he is at disciplining. Somewhere there's a masculine top who likes a romantic candlelight setting with champagne all a flow, but who also is tops at letting inhibitions go; taking that candle and letting it glow on a secret gameroom where secret desires are explored, while taken slow where the password is trust, while there is no such word as taboo. ever, amongst the two of us. Box 2092. moustached, 190 lbs. I've modeled, looking for warm contact. Brain and body. Box 1413.

L.A. WATER

LOS ANGELES Stud fuckee wants hot stud fucker meat between his cheeks or for a "Warm Ocean" fuck, shoot some hot water in first, before you hit it with your best shot. 6'1", 165 lbs., 34. Photo exchange. Box 1562.

WIDE OPEN ASSHOLE

LOS ANGELES W / m 33, 5'11", 150 lbs., goodlooking, has HOT asshole into long heavy FF scenes. Seeks liberal-minded men into long lasting heavy ass trips. Box 1617.

LOS ANGELES slave, 43, 6', 165 lbs., with large C / B, digs receiving C / B / T work. S&M, leather / levis, etc. Box A68.

WANTED

W / M, Hot, young (18-35) Topmen into B&D, S&M, WS, Levis, Leather, Jocks, Master / slave games. Face sitting , fucking, ass play (no FF), and in need of head to toe service in hot masculine encounters. I'm a good-looking W / m, 46, 6', 185 lbs., with trim beard & moustache and with brown hair and blue eyes, send photo. Box 1320.

HOLLYWOOD

M, 44, 5'61 / 2", 130 lbs., willing to try anything with the right Master. Prefer S / M, 35-55 in leather, levi, jockstrap. Box 392.

LOVE TO EAT BUTT

LOS ANGELES W / m, 30, love to eat butt. Seek Enema instructor. You are 27-45, maybe dark complexion. Box 1498.

HOLLYWOOD Goodlooking uncut stud seeks dominant butch uniformed law man, cycle cop, leather-man SS or Gestapo types for head trips, discipline, submission, mad doctor C&B. Witchcraft and a few other outrageous farout things that we will talk about. Aroma, etc. No one who doesn't know where his head is. Please Sir. Box 167.

HOT M, 40, 5'10", uncut. Experienced piercer or piercee, needles, S&M, C&B, bondage. Most far out kinky scenes in my fully equipped playroom. George, Box 5641, Hun-tington Beach, CA 92646.

WANTED: HOT STUD INTO GENITAL PAIN

EXC opportunity for attractive, well built guy into having his balls worked over. Room, board, frequent vacation travel, other benefits. I'm 27, stable, friendly. Write 2265 Westwood Blvd., Suite B-168, L.A., CA 90064. Photo a must.

SLAVE WANTED

NORTH HOLLYWOOD-LOS ANGELES, Master, 52, 5'10", 152 lbs., Br / Br. In fair shape for my age. Dig slaves 18-28 only. No Beards or Mustaches. Smooth bodies. Have nice assortment of leather & S&M gear. Slaves must dig bondage, Verbal abuse, mutual heavy tit work-my tit especially. Must dig raunchy games, but will respect slaves' limits, and any unexceptable sex play. No fats or phonies, however. I am Greek passive, also dig eating hot ass & piss both ways. If the ad fits call Tony at (213) 985-7001, or write with Phone & Pix to: Tony M., Box 1023, Hollywood , CA 90028.

CALIFORNIA

GERMAN slavedog, 32, 6'1", 175 lbs., 7". Totally submissive, is available for Master and / or groups for your total pleasure. Your slavedog is often in Ca. and New Orleans and needs a lot of training. Into tits, piss, and fucking. Box 101.

WANTED HOT STUD into genital pain, looking for same. Room / board available. Write: 2265 Westwood Blvd., L.A. CA 90064.

TELEPHONE NUMBERS

Drummer can no longer accept PER-SONAL ads with telephone numbers. Existing ads with verified telephone numbers will be allowed to run until ad expires. Drummer will accept no new ads with telephone numbers.

LOS ANGELES White leatherman, 32, seeks other hot W / m, 25-35, into the mutual pleasures and satisfaction of the piercing and tattooing of each others cock. Photo and detailed letter to: P.C., Box 46353, Los Angeles, CA 90046.

SLAVE WANTED LA / ORANGE COUNTIES

This is a serious ad. No fantasies or part time considered. Again, time, equipment and space are available to train, educate and provide totally for another male slave in a complete life of strict regimentation, obedience and service. Must be over 21 with a true submissive will and desirous of a life commitment to a MASTER. Novice or experienced okay. Will be molded to the high standards acceptable in a style of total sub-servience sought by all proud Masters. Be prepared to act when applying, for IF accepted, it will be the final decision regarding the future. Submit befitting petition to: MASTER C, Box 5850, Huntington Beach, CA 92646, for consideration, appointment and initial interview to fulfillment (include name, address and telephone number). Willing to consider acceptance of other Master's property for specific training or boarding.

RIDE A COWBOY

RIVERSIDE AREA Urban Cowboy, 27, wants 2-plus hung stallions to ride him, saddle, harness as you like—wants limits tested but with respect. Seek wild colts with trim mane, moustache over 30. Must travel to your stable. Will arrive in leather, torn levis, on motorcycle. Your photo gets same. Box 1559.

WANT REAL MASTER NORTH HOLLYWOOD Wanted: white male, 25-40, into motorcycles, camping, backpacking, S&M, Bondage , discipline. Am white, 130 lbs. slave in search of a REAL MASTER to obey entirely and worship completely . Box 1515.

DEMANDING MASTER SAN DIEGO Slave wanted by HOT HUNG San Diego Master, demanding but loving if earned. For more information write. Photo a must. Box

MASTER SEEK SLAVE.

Santa Monica Area, W / M 40, 5'11", experienced in all scenes. All limits considered. If you have your head on and are ready write now, 2307 Santa Monica Blvd., No. 136, Santa Monica, CA 90404.

SHORT TOP FFA MEN

LOS ANGELES W / m, 31, 6'4", 166 Ibs. Wants short men with hot experienced hands to plow ASSHOLE into ecstasy. Box 1539.

CONNECTICUT

MOTORCYCLE LEATHER MASTER GREENWICH

Experienced, seeks partners who want and need S&M, B&D, C / B / T, T / T, Gr / Fr, W / S. Domination and other Leather actions including Leather toys. Send me your applications . Limits respected. Leather Tops & Cowboys welcome to share. Box 1531.

TIGHT ASSHOLE

Muscular stud has a hot tight asshole which needs to be massaged, opened up and explored by someone who knows what asshole pleasure is all about. Willing to reciprocate. Box 3010.

RASSLIN'

Young, hot, muscular stud, 5'7", 140 Ibs., seeks jocks for rasslin'. Box B28.

EXPERIENCED LEATHER MASTER Looking for Leather / Levi, S&M slave. Those who want a dominant Master into Leather, bondage and many other interesting sexual scenes. Send me your application. Acceptable applicants will be trained to explore new adventures. If you are experienced send me your Application also. Box 437.

IF HE'S NOT HERE HE PROBABLY NOT AVAILABLE

STAMFORD S with bull whip requires total obedience. Have 91 / 2" to force feed your mouth or ass. Only interested in real men over 20. Box 579.

MUSCLEMEN

Goodlooking New Haven stud, 21, 5'7", 135 lbs., well built and masculine , gets off on your hot jock body. All scenes considered. Phone / photo to: Box 1816.

OBEDIENT SLAVES WANTED BY BLACK TOP MAN

40, 6'31 / 2", brown eyes, grey hair, looking for submissives, Black or White, for C&BT, WS, FF, chains, spreadeagle, hoods, gags, leather, levis, boots, cats, whips, VA and more. Only men 25-45 with photo and phone need apply. Will travel to SFO / LAX in June, July and August. Box 2093.

DELAWARE

WANTED: MASTER WITH GAMEROOM

Cigar smoker, give pain, discipline, B&D, S&M, enemas. Discretion. Train to discretion. Write: Dan, 402 N. Unions, Suite 113, Wilmington, DE 19805.

DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA

MD, DC, VA AREAS

Two bodybuilder's S, 6'1", 172 lbs., 36, 7½"; M, 6'1", 175 lbs., 32, 8", both well built. Into S&M, bondage, discipline , heavy tit work, hot masculine guys. Interested in one-on-one, three-ways or groups. Reply with photo if possible and phone. Box 36.

WASHINGTON DC AREA W / m, 40, 5'11", 175 lbs., bl / bl, seeks w / m partner, 25-40, with facility for B&D, enemas. Can travel Wash.-NY. No fats, drugs, scat. Photo requested. P.O. Box 23867, Wash. DC 20024.

FF RECEIVER

30, 155 lbs., 5'10", hot assed stud seeking experienced arm for deep exploration and other pleasures. Washington area. Box 2094.

DC AREA

Bottom guy, W / m, 6', 160 lbs., 41, trim body, hot ass, needs one or more muscular tough studs, 18-40, for fucking, fisting, dildoes, WS, bondage , photo sessions, etc. Have equipped workroom. Phone, photo, tape gets quick results. Box 3017

MD-DC-VA: M, Cancer, 6', 35, 168 lbs., blond, blue eyes, moustache, sensuous, thirsty, independent, straight appearing, looking for experienced , creative, hung, hard bodied tops, 30-45. Recycled beer, repete shooters, long sessions, leather, body worship and sweat are turn ons; fat, fakes, fems, skinnies, pretty boys, heavy drugs, pain, blood and shit are turn offs. Not looking for an Adonis or one fantastic fuck, but for men to serve, experiment with, and expand limits with over time. Deeper relationship possible, not likely, but willing to try. Told I'm goodlooking, hot, but you decide. Recent photo and letter gets recent photo and response. Your photo returned. Sir, please write: Box 50602, Washington , DC 20004.

FLORIDA

FT LAUDERDALE White, masculine, stable top seeks subjects for training. Discretion is assured. Northern visitors welcome. Include photo, phone and honesty in application. Box 1449.

STALLION VS STALLION

FT. LAUDERDALE WRESTLE, COCK-FIGHT, Spank, ver., Leather, Piss, just fine. You / us. Me the Fuck, Goodlooking, 28, 162 lbs. 5'101 / 2", 71 / 2" cock, BB wants ridin' the hole of another proud beatin' Stallion. E'Spanol, arrogant young dudes at Box 11624, Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33308. Bang Balls and I'll show you what a girl you are.

TAMPA BAY AREA

Level headed levi leather slave, W / m, 29, 5'6", crew cut, moustache, beard, hairy chest. Into moderate S&M, FF, hot wax, verbal abuse, recycled beer shot down my throat, body shaving, head trips, and almost everything else. I'd like to eat your pits and suck the spit out of your mouth. Put me in a collar, cuffs, restraints, a hood. Sir, I will submit to and serve you, a real master, 30-40, hairy, and who will take the time to train me in your ways and to develope my trust in you so to take me to levels far beyond the limits I have. A well equipped gameroom would be a plus. Sir, for your trust and respect you gain my complete loyalty and unquestioned obedience. Sir, I want you to be proud of me as your slave. Please write with photo. I will reply to every letter. Box 1522.

FT. LAUDERDALE Masculine, imaginative, dominant Master seeks together studs into FF, WS, bondage, S&M, C&B / T, piercing, shaving, for 3-way with in-house slave. Can administer heavy discipline but no permanent damage or scat. Demanding but considerate. Am 45, 165 lbs., 7" cut with big balls and big hands. Box 258.

SADISTIC COPS ONLY

Goodlooking, well built male seeks aggressive, no-nonsense cops who know how to feed cock, kick ass, and earn respect. Not interested in phonies or play acting. Real cops only. Box 009.

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BIG BLACK BEEF

Wanted by bearded, 165 lbs., 5'10", white slave who needs hot sweaty funky sex with black men. WS, B&D, S&M, oral and rear with rugged, tough numbers. Box 2059.

SW FLORIDA S Top, leather biker stud, 39, 5'7", 140 lbs., crew-cut, construction worker, heavy hung, digs masculine only humpy service buddies for long hot leather sessions. No fats, old men, etc. You get my attention if you are into leather, levis, boots, bikes, cigars, aroma, etc. Am dominant and aggressive, sane and sensible. Respect limits. Limited travel ok. Submit qualifications and photo to Box 315.

HOT ADVENTURES IN PARADISE Uncut 8" SM transplanted San Franciscan , offers hot Key West action of qualified visitors. Hard-bodied, hardheaded , hard-playing 35-year-old welcomes other adventurous studs into exploring and actualizing our mutual fantasies. I'm attractive, intelligent , responsible, muscular and mustached, it takes the same to turn me on. Bonds, big tits, interest in bondage, S&M, CB and tit torture, FF are pluses, but less important than a hot body and sense of adventure. Planning a vist to paradise? Reply (with photo if possible) to Box 792.

MIAMI Hot, experienced SM, 140 Ibs., 5'10", slender, masculine, professional dude into levis, leather, and the whole scene, seeks intelligent, compatible SM or M, 25-45, experienced or novice, who desires lasting sharing relationship and can relocate. Great opportunity to share good life in warm climate. Write with photo. Box 2087. Visitors welcome who are into the SM scene.

HAIRY BEARDED DADDY?

Sensuous loving bear son asks deep intimacy. Rand, 3 Higgs Lane, Key West, FL 33040.

NOVICE

Looking for same to explore leather, boots and bondage. Straight acting, no drugs, fats or fems. Looking for more than most. Box 3018.

MIAMI W / m, 42, 5'10", 160 lbs., blond / blue. Show off your tough hard body with this goodlooking raunch man into workout mates, mirror j / o, piss worship, sweat, heavy dildo and enema action sought and given. Tender young guys expertly taught how to be men. Write w / photo. Box 47.

GEORGIA

ATLANTA AREA MS

35, 6', W / m into B&D, S&M, C&B. whips, toys, Fr a / p, Gr a / p, 501 levis, VN army boots, and heavy ball work. No FF, scat, damage. Phone a must. Box 3003.

VERY HOT COUPLE

6'1", 180 lbs., 21, 7½" (and) 5'11", 170 lbs., 21, 71 / 2", both well built. Into Fr a / p, Gr a / p, body worship, JO, light WS, S&M, 3 ways, groups, weightlift-ing . Serek extra hung bodybuilders interested in above. Send letter and photo. 1971 E. Roxboro Rd, NE, Atlanta. GA 30324.

SLEAZY ACTION

AUGUSTA W / m, 42, 150 lbs., 6', short cropped hair, moustache, good body, needs V / A, W / S, Shaving and whipping from imaginative tops. Sleazy action and long hot sessions. Can be top, prefer bottom for experienced man. Box 1571.

ATLANTA, WM, 34, interested in SM bondage, shaving. Would also like to experience foot tickling while in bondage . Blacks welcome. Box 1902.

M, 26, white, 5'10", 147 lbs., into rough fucking and fist fucking, piss, S&M, B&D, verbal abuse, leather, levis, boots. Seeks meetings or correspondence with aggressive Tops in USA, Europe, Canada, Australia. No fems, scat, scars, or blood. Box 288.

ILLINOIS

SLAVEBOY SOUGHT

CHICAGO W / m, 44, 6'2", 165 lbs., hairy, wants small, slender slave houseboy. Must be 20 to 30, under 140 lbs., with small, firm buns and insatiable desire to be fucked. Prefer gentle, somewhat fem, pretty boy (a type not now fashionable) who needs permanent, secure relationship, and who enjoys sex and "belonging to a man". No drugs. Box 1567.

LICK A DIRTY BODY

CHICAGO Pig ass of any kind (crudy crotch, armpits, and ass, piss or shit, toilets, face sitting, mud, sweat, grease) in or out of clothes (uniforms , Leather, levis, jocks, gym shorts, etc.) with or without bondage. Hot goodlooking man, 35, 6', 165 lbs. seeks guys into any of the above to serve me or do mutual trade-off. Fantasy , dildoes, pain, role playing, anything different or bizarre turns me on. We can do it all. Travel US. Send photo and dirty letter. Box B64.

FANTASIES FULFILLED CHICAGO MASTER White male, 41. 6'3", 195 lbs. will fulfill your fantasies. Military Discipline, S&M, Fraternity Initiations, Prisoner, Humiliation, Bondage, etc. Send photo if possible. All replies answered. Chicago Metro-

CHICAGO Aries, 29, 6'1", 200 lbs., muscular S, dominant and knowledgeable , 7" cut. Handsome bodybuilder knows how to give orders, knows how to get service, and knows how to punish failure. Potential slave should be submissive, 21-35, obedient , and know his place. No fats. Box 418.

NEED HAIRY-CHESTED SADIST CHICAGO To work me over in heavy scenes for mutual pleasure. Cigar smoker a plus. Cock, balls, tit piercings , fisting, ball busting, etc. I am 6'1", 190 lbs., 37, with 81 / 2" cock. In good shape. Box 1371.

CHICAGO COUPLE into FF, B&D, seek like-minded men for three ways, group action. Top 34, 5'4", 120 lbs, 7". Bottom, 27, 6', 140 lbs. 6". Reply with photo gets ours. Only serious minded MEN need reply. Box 1340.

SLAVE FOR SALE AND / OR RENT

5'10", 195 lbs., Brown hair, Blue eyes, 31-46. Extra strong body and spirit. S&M, B&D, W / S, etc. Not used often. Strong Master could train right. Send your requirements. Box 1426.

CHICAGO White, 34, 5'6", 140 lbs., 7" cock. Top wants other tops or aggressive bottoms for extended, multi-scene action: sucking, fucking, rimming, Jocks, J / O, W / S, fist fuck-ing and ball work. More body HAIR the better. Letters with photo gets same-pronto. Box 1460.

W / m, 27, seeks lack masters, 30 plus, and to hear from other in Black domination . T. Johnson, Box 69, 924 W. Belmont Ave., Chicago, IL 60657.

BOOTLICKER

CHICAGO RINGED M, 31, 6'1", 175 lbs. Needs humiliation and abuse from strong-willed cocky Master, into suspension, bondage, tits, piss, rubber. Write Wolf, 6636 Newgard St., Chicago, IL 60626.

DUNGEON / PLAYROOM

CHICAGO Dungeon / Playroom available for your private sessions or parties. 1,000 sq. ft., fully equipped, cell, tub, slings, suspension and B&D area, rack, toys, posts, etc. Private. Reasonable. Top Supervision optional. Traynor (312) 525-3341.

UNIFORM LEATHERMASTER WANTED

Masculine, intelligent, peverse, booted and dominant wanted by handsome, loyal stud slave, 28, 6'1", 170 lbs., blond hair, blue eyes, with receptive ass, hot thristy hole and willing tits. Chicago. Box 2094A.

CHICAGO W / m, 38, 6'3", 180 lbs., 8", seeks friends / slaves 30 or over, in good physical condition with level head. Box 894.

WORSHIP / HUMILIATION

Licking bodies, boots, feet, armpits, ass. V / A, spit, toilet games, humiliation , asswipe service. If you're hot-especially muscular types or stocky ex-football player types, potbellies, or big bodies fine, I'll go top bottom, or mutual. Ideas? Midwest and both coasts. Goodlooking man, masculine voice, 36, 6", 160 lbs. Box B64.

INDIANA

REAL MASTER WANTED

INDIANAPOLIS W / m, 23, 5'11", 150 lbs., 7". Hot slave seeks real Master to put me in my place. Make me beg to serve your boots and cock. Fill my mouth with your piss and my ass with your manhood. Into all fetishes, verbal abuse, bondage. Can travel. If you're man enough to tame me please write Box 1570.

MASTER WANTS SLAVES: FORT WAYNE Novice or experienced . Light or Heavy S&M. Must have good body. Master is masculine , 42, lean, muscular, 5'11", 160 Ibs. Write: P.O. Box 12302, Fort Wayne, IN 46863.

INDIANAPOLIS M, 26, 6', 180 lbs., 61 / 2" cut, into B&D, heavy S&M. Will try anything at least once, but basic interest is heavy ball work. Turns on to Blacks, hairy men, 21-45. No fats, fems, drugs, WS or scat. Box 1549.

IOWA

IOWA MASTER 6', lean, white, seeks permanent slave for complete physical & mental training, naked bondage & submission. Must be lean or muscular , hairless in body and ready for slavery in mind. Send photo, application & phone to Box 979.

KENTUCKY

MASTER SEEKS SLAVE

LEXINGTON S, 38, 5'11", 175 lbs., experienced in all scenes. All limits considered. Must have firm body and have your head on. If you are ready, write now. Box 986, Lexington, KY 40588.

SPANKINGS

LOUISVILLE Long, hard and firm over the knee discipline administered with hand, paddle or belt by 30, 6'2", 175 lb. stud. Under 30, Greek passive preferred. Limits respected. Write with photo. Can travel. Box 2066.

LOUISIANA

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. Occasionally 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.

NEW ORLEANS MASTER:

45, 5'6", 135 lbs., 6", into B&D, dildoes , C&B, T / T, straps, belts, FF, W / S. Seeks summer trainees, 18-30. Must be together and sincere. Send honest letter with photo. Box 1541.

BATON ROUGE Big-muscled, good-looking , white macho bottom, mid- 30s, for long, sweaty, rough leather sessions with plenty of gear, piss, ballwork and asshole worship. Very hot action and correspondence for sharp leathermen to 45. Box 2086.

MARYLAND

BODYBUILDER / RUNNER

Washington DC area W / m, 38, 5'11", 170 lbs., 42" chest, 30" waust. Together, erotic, well built, lean, muscular. Interested in same. Photo and phone exchanged. J.W., Box 55029, Ft. Washington P.O., MD 20744.

MASTER

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

WANTED:

BALTIMORE CLEAN, WELL-HUNG, HOT ASSED, HARD DICK, BUTT FUCKIN', ASS EATIN', DICK SUCKIN', TOE SUCKIN', 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 whites, 35 and 40, into total mind and body ownership, shaving, piercing, C&B, tit torture, toys, W / S, FF, and much more. Two fully equipped 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 STRET, BALTIMORE, MD 21201.

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.

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.

BALTIMORE-ANAPOLIS 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 photos get answered. Box 1410.

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BOSTON Wanted by hot 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.

SLAVE 29, 5'10", 140 lbs., slim and hairless, Boston area, desires to serve muscular, hairy type Master. Facial hair a plus. Into boots, jocks, ass work and particularly black leather and piss. Prefer hood and dog collar over whips and pain. Versatile, well hung, and very willing to expand limits. Box 2096.

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.

MASS / PLYMOUTH AREA

W / m, 65, bondage slave, is looking for a young master, 23-35, with 8" or more of uncut cock to service. Am French active and Greek passive. No drugs, FF, S&M or pain, just bondage . Am retired, can travel anywhere AMTRACK goes. Your nude photo gets mine. Box 2025.

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, NE & NYC

34, 5'8", brown hair and eyes. Sir, I wish to serve hot, erotic leather man as his slave in leather bondage. Light S&M, hoods, gags, handcuffs and toys. No FF, scat, piercing, or shaving . Thank you, Sir, for your consideration . Box 1431.

MICHIGAN

DETROIT AREA Trim white master. 27, seeks obedient young slaves and / or trainees into any scene. Hot tit a plus. Photo and phone, if possible . Box 2082.

DETROIT AREA W / m, 33, 5'10", 150 lbs., looking for guys into mutual S&M pleasure scenes, TT, B&D, FF, leather, dildoes, spankings and more. Box 364, Hazel Park, MI 48030.

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

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

MASTER understands your needs. Time for talk and time for action. Thumb area professional. 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.

DETROIT W / m, 47, 5'8", 175 lbs., SM, B&D. Solid and very hairy all over. Bottom, passive for lots of bondage & discipline. Particularly enjoy dungeons , jails, cells and barns in bondage . Like enemas, dildoes, Greek a / p, French a / p. All kinds of fetishes. 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.

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.

WAYNE COUNTY AREA White slave, 21, needs Master, any race, any age. Into anything and everything. 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.

ROCHESTER S, 5'10", 160 lbs., 8", firm Master with well-equipped dungeon seeks obedient slaves. Willing to train submissive novices into S&M, B&D, WS, and more. Write: Robert, 1030 Adams Road South, Rochester, MI 48063.

MINNESOTA

WANTED: UNCUT WHITE TOP MAN

40-70, grizzled, masculine, white cocksucker must live with, worship and suck, one tough, 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.

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

TWIN CITIES Uncut W / m, 32, seeks hairy men for hot times, tit work, WS, wet levis and fucking. No drugs or scat. Photo, please. Box 3012.

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MISSOURI

KANSAS CITY MASTER Affectionate Scorpio, uncut 8", 5'8", 145 lbs., 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.

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

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

NEBRASKA

SOUTH EAST NEBRASKA W / m, 40, 6'1", 180 lbs., uncut, looking for hot sex, 18-45. Enclose photo. Box 1459.

NEVADA

MASTER seeking full time applications for slave boy. Will serve as master sees fit. Into bondage, discipline, C&B, tit work, WS, etc. Master has complete training facilities to handle any slave. Slaves apply with photo (mandatory). Master is 32, 5'11", handsome. Reply to Box 1821.

LOOKING FOR MASTER

RENO SIR: Looking for master in Reno area to train slave for service and worship. Prefer bodybuilder with definite need to dominate. Am willing to expand limits for man who is capable of leading a slave into W / S, TT, B&D, etc. SLAVE is 5'11", 158 lbs., br / blu, 30, semi-muscular with good face. You are handsome and kind of man who should be served. Photo a must, yours will get mine. Thank you, SIR, for your TIME. Box 1387.

NEW JERSEY

TATTOOED BIKER

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

TRENTON SLAVE

51, 5'9", 165 lbs., 6" uncut, begs for trial by pain and abuse through B&D, suspension, C&B torture, tit work, whips, paddles, WS, electricity, wax, body shaving, etc for some small privilege of serving and adoring master with mouth, tongue and asshole. Box 2048.

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 or 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', 175 lbs., tattooed bodybuilder, leather stud. Harley rider with fifteen years experience as sadist with private game room wants to hear from willing slave ages, 25-40. Limits respected and expanded. No reply without picture, which gets mine. Write to: P.O. Box 13, Frenchtown, NJ 08825.

COLD NIGHT? FIND A HOT MAN IN DRUMMER'S DRUMBEATS!

"You know and I know my clone sleeps alone." Looking for another original. You want a master as a teacher rather than a disciplinarian or parent. You are boyish, manly, sensual, erotic, futuristic, intelligent, a philosopher and you know that "everything is unreal." With me your name will be written in history, not on the latrine wall. Write, convince me you are mate. (Photo please). "Are you ready for this?" Box 2090.

NEW YORK

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, Handsome; 41" Hairy Chest, 30" Waist, 6', 170 lbs. Muscular, defined butt. Seeks same, any race. Photo a must. Travel NY & CA. Occupant, Box 397, New Haven, CT 06510.

BOOT SEX

NEW YORK Hot, hunky stud wants others for all kinds of foot gear sex. 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 sameness in general . Bored by blueprints. I salivated over the Joycy A.K. amputee ad in Issue 42. P.O. Box 478 NYC, NY

ATTENTION NEW YORK SLAVES

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 pain 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 , etc). Let's see if we can get some orgys going. Write Shoales, P.O. Box 24, Amenia, NY 12501.

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 10006.

NEW YORK CITY W / M, 28, 5'7", 140 lbs. 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.

WRESTLERS STREET FIGHTERS

28, 6'2", 190 lbs., 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.

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Looking for big cock and hairy chest. Am 6', 170 lbs., brown hair, blue eyes. Let's have our way with each other. Try me. Box 2045.

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.

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

NEW YORK 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 stud guy. Esp. fat, bald, swarthy guys in tight pants and over hanging body. I want to smell your crotch, feel up your ass and hump my hard dick against your gut. Box 1330.

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.

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.

NEW YORK 36, Aquarius, blond, blue-eyed, goodlooking (clean cut but not effeminate), W / m desires to service, relieve, and please macho MASTER, Clint Eastwood types. Not into heavy S&M or FF, but like to receive verbal abuse, WS, and service dominant honchos who want service and relief. Turned on by leather shoes, boots, cigars, and male swagger. Willing to learn more about pleasing macho types. All letters welcome and answered promptly, ages 23 to 50. Box 220K.

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.

Hot, hung, extremely handsome novice slave, 28, 5'11", 140 lbs., great body, available only to young, tall, built men. Am into being dominated mentally and physically. Am into WS but no FF. I am a man who likes men. If you meet requirements, I am yours. No answer without photos. Box 3009.

MID-HUDSON TOPMAN

36, 5'11", 170 lbs., seeks partners for leather and steel bondage, CBT / T, hot wax, whippings. No FF, scat. "Black Irish" versatile topman, rebellious bottoms, and over 30s preferred . Box 2083.

Young, strong slave wanted by out of town Master who visits New York frequently . I am 45, 215 lbs. You will serve, obey, and accept punishment in or out of bondage. No heavy pain trips. Limits respected. Photo a must. Box 2077.

STRIP ME NAKED

Western NY, 32, 6', 175 lbs., strip me, hide my clothes, keep me naked, at a party, for your friends, indoors, outdoors . Bondage welcome. Write with suggestions. Box 30005.

Will you take my body, my ass, handle it (in groups, if possible) and give me lodging when I visit Manhattan? Torngren, Box 42, 18251 Djursholm, Sweden.

CLUB SCENE

Great build & appearance, 25, 5'8", 145 lbs. True dual dominant & submissive . Strip for initiation, paddling, strapping, C&B play, light bondage, more. Prefer 21-28. Photo if possible. Box 1820.

EX-CON

Recently discharged inmate from Army stockade needs once again to be made subservient to strong willed commanding officer types, who will use thoroughly & often, if found suitable to their needs. Having been psychologically conditioned to kneel &/or bend upon verbal command, would apprecaite hearing only from those who without the use of either costumes (meaning leather or uniforms ) &/or toys can achieve their desired goals. For obvious reasons, prefer the restricted confines of your office or hotel room over the intimacy of my apartment. Please, no phone freaks or JO calls. Contact: Box 4033, New York, NY 10017 or call (212) 672- 1010 between six and nine PM EST.

WANTED: LOVER / TOPMAN

You're W / m, 30-35, 5'10" or taller, beard or moustache. I'm W / m, bottom , 25, 5'10", beard, experienced in SM, looking for a loving relationship. Living currently in NYC, willing to relocate after June 82. Not into master / slave roles or the unstable. Box 3016.

Masculine W / m, 52, 6', 190 lbs., goes ape servicing big hunky football players, bulky wrestler types, short stocky studs or any really horny masculine guy. No reciprocation necessary , but manly affection affection not refused. Very much into nipple play, I'm an excellent ass eater and give mind blowing head. Any scene except scat, shaving and heavy pain. Age, handsomeness, cock size unimportant . Turn ons: muscles, tattoos, facial & body hair, bald, skinheads, beer bellys, bulging pecs with hot nipples, big asses and thighs. Love groups and being passes around. Box 3015.

PIG WANTS PIGS

Hot, bearded, SM, 45, 5'11", 155 lbs., 7" uncut, white, seeks pigs for mutual tit work, tit toys, piss, lots of stinking scat, snot, dirty enemas, farts, sweat, beer, cigars, chewing tobacco, spit, scum bags, sloppy food, more. Ready to explore. Let's get really into it, filthy, eat it, smell it, screw in it, wallow in it. Photo, letter & phone gets same. Box 3013.

BUFFALO Novice, Aries, 38, W / m, 5'5", 145 lbs., uncut, needs help learning the joys of C&B, B&D, enemas , hot wax. Not into FF, scat, heavy pain. Have leather and toy collection waiting to be used by right master, who has hairy chest, well built, to age 45. Your photo and phone gets mine. Box 3011.

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

NOVICE BLOND MASTER

NYC Tall, slim, goodlooking, Hung, Mid 20s, 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 husky, smooth skinned, collegiate type bottoms, opportunity 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.

WRESTLERS-LEVIS-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 you're into giving & getting sensual pain to balls, let's get it on. Lots of equipment. A photo of your sack gets mine. Box 1286.

SYRACUSE S&M COUPLE

Looking for real levi and leathermen in the Syracuse and NYC Area for medium to heavy sessions. I'm 34, 5'11", 150 lbs., dark hair, beard, moustache, top & bottom. Our interests are Bondage, Piercing, Nailing, FF, Wax, Shaving, T / T, C&B Torture, Whipping, W / S, Scat, etc. Limits within reason respected. Letter & Photo to: Box 2874, Syracuse, NY 13220.

S&M CLUB FORMING New York City Area only. All ages welcome, write for free questionnaire and information. Occupant, 167 West 80th Street, Apt. 40, 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.

FF RECEIVER

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

MASCULINE HUNG AND DOMINANT

BROOKLYN Attractive W / m, 30s, 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 discipline, body and mind ownership , by a Master who wants to be proud of his obedient body slave. Photo requested SIR. Box 1493.

ATTRACTIVE EXPERIENCED SLAVE

NEW YORK W / M, 31, 6'1", 185 lbs., athletic body, intelligent and trendy needs young (18 plus), 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, 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, NY 10016.

NEW YORK CITY-HOT LOOKING

W / M, 36, seeks goodlooking men under 40 who like their Balls worked over. Have interesting toys for our enjoyment. Reply only if you like the real thing. Box 1465.

ONE-EYED JACK

LEATHERMAN, 50, 6', 165 lbs., into sweet torture on hot bods. C&B bondage , tit culture, butt stuff. No fats, fems, dope. No one-way tops. Photo answered. Box 1850.

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 session. 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, white submissive , groveling letter now. No fems, fats, fakes. Box 185R.

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.

10 INCH COCK

CHICAGO Black male, 6', 175 lbs., 10 inch Dick into Leather boots, chains, scat, piss. Hot candle wax. Veg Fuck-ing 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 cock 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.

NOVICE

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 gratefully. Prefer tall and strict no-nonsense master. Box 1421.

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 BOT-TOM . Love J / O, W / S, Sucking, Fuck-ing . Box 1383.

GREENWICH VILLAGE M, 43, 5'6", 145 lbs., 51 / 2" Cut, White, warm, intelligent , level headed bottom ser is 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 gratefully . Prefer tall & strict no nonsense Master. Box 1421.

TIGHT 501 LEVIS & SCAT

GWM 35, seeks young, 18-30, well built guys who wear tight 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.

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 & Humpy? 18-30? Want 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.

CREATIVE S&M WRESTLING

HOT, BUILT, HUNG ITALIAN, 34, 5'8", 155 lbs. Ex-Prep Grappler, wants long imaginative free-style, developing dominating holds, moving into clever gear, oil, toys, C&B, and Tit Torture. No hangups. Travel USA. Photo a must. Box 6186, Albany, NY 12206.

NORTH CAROLINA

GOLDSBORO, NC / 1-95 TRAVELERS

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.

MASTER SEEKS OBEDIENT SLAVES

For permanent life-long service. Love when earned, punishment when deserved. Call Randy (704) 324-1465 after 9:00 PM or all day Sunday. Or write: 1305 Eleventh Ave S.E., Box 24, Hickory, NC 28601.

LEATHER HOT & TIGHT

Warm piss drunk & given, tit action & wax torture. J / O. Loud FF, W / S, S&M. Two NC dudes hot for the tourist trade. Mid thirties, goodlooking opposites: smooth / hairy. His face in your ass. Your cock in mine. My hand in yours. Playroom for serious hunks. Bathroom for yellow dogs. Basement for few. Visit the mountains, visit the Worlds Fair. Visit us. Box 1823.

If you are a dominante GWM, 18-27, well hung, slim, and looking for a relationship then we should get together. I'm GWM, 22, 5'8", 135 lbs. Will relocate for right one. Box 1810.

OHIO

NE OHIO Hairy W / m, 6'3", well built, 240 lbs., experienced and versatile, into sensible S&M, B&D, WS, leather, fantasy scenes. Limits respected. Occupant, 8428 Grenway, Mentor, OH 44060.

BEAR

CLEVELAND Bear seeks vers kinky cubs under 35 for possible relationship . Photo, phone. Box 1613.

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 to submissive partners. No fats please. Reply with photo and phone to: Boxholder, P.O. Box 29293, Cleveland, Ohio 44129.

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.

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.

BOOT FETISHISTS

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

HOT HORNY MASTER

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

CINCINNATI W / m 33, 160 lbs., br hair, bl eyes, beard, would like to meet guys 18-34, straight acting. 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.

SLIM NOVICE

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

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, OH 43220.

OKLAHOMA

TULSA BOTTOM

White, 6'2", 175 lbs., 33, 71 / 2", wants stud, FF, Gr top to ride my ass. Flip roles for right guy. Will travel. Box 2079.

OK CITY S

White, 44, 170 lbs., 5'10", muscular, wants young punk pig, toilet slaves, for any and all scenes. Expect pain, humiliation, filth. Do it right or do it over. No fems or fats. Box 2099.

STILLWATER

Experienced Leather Master, 27, 5'8", 140 lbs. goodlooking blond, trim beard, hot hairy muscular body, 8½" cut. Requires totally submissive slave(s) for service, training & discipline . Limits respected & expanded. Young attractive applicants are ordered to apply with respectful letter , photo & phone. 158 S Monticello Dr., Stillwater, OK 74074.

OREGON

NO NONSENSE LEATHER STUDMASTER

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, WS, TT, C&BT, V / A, explore S&M. Only shock proof dudes, 21-35, need apply. Photo and frankness demanded. Box 1609.

PORTLAND PIG

Hairy, M, 22, 5'10", 170 lbs., wants aggressive top to help expand my limits into WS, 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.

HOT MEN WANTED

PORTLAND S, 34, 5'6", 175 lbs., muscular, dark comp., Blk hair, Brn eyes, beard & moustache. Looking for Hot, horny, construction worker, cowboys, truckers, troopers, cycle cops, mounted cops, firemen, who are not overly thin but have some hot meat on their bones, but not grossly fat. If you're into fucking, sucking, sweat, piss, jock straps, levis, leather and domination, beard, hair, tattoos, cut or uncut, you may contact me with a letter and photo (MUST BE NUDE) showing off your assets. No blks, fems, dopers, heavy drinkers. Box 1584.

DRUMBEATS GET RESULTS! COLD NIGHT? FIND A HOT MAN IN DRUMMER'S DRUMBEATS!

PORTLAND BOTTOM Slender, Bearded, Cuddler, 37, seeks artistic Topman. Sensualist. Creative, into knots, Oil, many trips. Box 1259.

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.

PENNSYLVANIA

PHILADELPHIA S, Aquarius, 46, 5'9", 165 lbs., white, 7", knowledgeable Master requires white slave under 35 into S&M, B&D, WS, V / A, 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.

WILKES BARRE S, Cancer, 43, 6', 170 lbs. White, Military / Penal discipline , over 20 years military experience . Seeks prisoners for steel bondage, cells, cages, heavy physical exercise, hard labor in chains, interogation. Scene is of primary importance. Limits observed, beginners trained. No fems, fats. Box 055.

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.

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.

PHILADELPHIA 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.

COLD NIGHT? FIND A HOT MAN IN DRUMMER'S DRUMBEATS!

TELEPHONE NUMBERS

Drummer can no longer accept telephone numbers in Personal ads. Existing ads with verified telephone numbers will be honored until the ad expires. No new advertising in the Personal section with telephone numbers with be accepted. Non-Personal ads (Servi- ces, Models, Travel, Resorts, Employment, For Sale, etc) may have telephone numbers included in their advertising provided that advertisers can supply a business card, letterhead or other printed material on which the phone number to be used appears. There

INITIATE 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 moustache. Respect my limits while you expand them. Not into scat. Box A72.

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 spreadeagled. From you, a snicker. From your sidekick, a sneer. Serious stuff. Box 1618.

HIGH BOOTS & LEATHERS

The lifestyle of this full bearded biker, boots from knees to balls, laced and engineers, prolonged sessions in boots and leather with guys of same lifestyle. Letter with photo gets same. Box 2084.

Two W / m, 6', 140 lbs., 6" (and) 6'3", 155 lbs., 8"; versatile, seeking friendship and hot times with other W / m between 23-35. Into Gr a / p, Fr a / p, moderate leather and B&D, toys, spankings, open to other ideas. Photo and phone a must. No fats or fems. Frequently travel to DC. Box 2095.

"SLAVE SOUGHT"

PHILADELPHIA Goodlooking, 30, 6'4". 230 lbs., Muscular, masculine, S. You are Hunky, Hung, M, who needs creative abusive Master to control mind and body, Photo with letter of submission will be offered to: Master's Co. II, Box 3953, Philadel-phia , PA 19146.

WEIGHT LIFTER

PHILADELPHIA, M / S, Cancer, 43, 6'2", 210 lbs., white, 7" cock. Masculine Weightlifter with 48" chest, 34" waist. Leather / levi motorcyclist. Bondage and other good times with masculine partners desired. Box 23.

"STRAIGHT RAZOR SHAVING" PHILADELPHIA AREA Master shaver's straight razor is available to make you as 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 SASE and frontal nude will be considered. Box 1553.

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.

SOUTH CAROLINA

SUGGESTIONS, SIR?

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

TENNESSEE

Slim, trim 38 year old white male accepting applications for ass easting , cockstucking M's. Prefer older, well trained, any race. Send proper request with photo, if possible. Box 2085.

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', 155 lbs., 71 / 2", greying black hair, beard, moustache sounds good to you, get in touch. Am planning a West Coast trip the summer of 1981. Box 61.

TEXAS

EL PASO SLAVE(S) required to service military topmen. Should accept shaving, prolonged bondage and moderate discipline. Age unimportant , attitude is. Box 256.

HOUSTON 30, 6', 165 lbs., trying but can't escape public All-American Boy image, even after 10 years in, out & on fringe of S&M and leather world. Want to privately explore new scenes with big, caigar amoking top man. Out of town visitors welcome. Some travel possible. Photos appreciated and reciprocated. Box 3004.

Top guy seeks far out horny men for kinky sex, 18-50. I'm 43, good looks, trim body and discreet. White only. No fems, no drugs. Lot of toys to play with. If it feels good, do it. Box 3002.

OPPORTUNITY

Demanding master, 49, requires retirement aged slave to serve his proportioned, 5'11", 190 lb. body and caretake rural property near Dallas. Permanent. No fems, no drunks, no limitations. Employment references required. Box 3001.

TELEPHONE NUMBERS

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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.

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.

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. Masculine S, W / m, 36, 5'101 / 2", 150 lbs., bearded, hairy, muscular . Be my weekend slave. I enjoy remote weekend camping trips. have 4-wheel drive & boat. You must be 18-40, submissive, slender. Let's 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, 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 exlore. Box 1374.

HOUSTON, EAGER PUPIL OF S&M, B / D, W / S, leather, body shaving. Am 5'7", 140 lbs., 42. Seeks firm, gentle, knowledgeable Teachers and Masters . Small endowment but large desire and capacity to learn, service, pleasure and obedience. Box 1396.

UTAH

MUSCLE MASTER WANTED

Tall, dominant muscle bound leather master wanted by young, 25, slim, shy, obedient noivce Italian slave for worship, ownership and lots of adoration on a permanent live-in basis. Will relocate anywhere. Please write, Sir. Your photo gets mine. Mike, 8771 W. Helen Dr., Magna, UT 84044. Thank you, Sit!

2 HOT LEATHER BOTTOMS

SALT LAKE CITY Two hot Leather Levis bottoms, mid 40s, S&M novices , need careful S&M instruction by hot Top any age who 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 1575.

MAKE ME BEG FOR IT NORTHERN VIRGINIA Young cock sucker needs verbal abuse from young hung men. Tease me, make

WASHINGTON

GOOD LOOKING WHITE BEGINNER

SEATTLE 6', 145 lbs., 29, m, 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.

DRUMBEATS GET RESULTS!

HUNG STUD

SEATTLE 23, STUD, MUSCULAR, HUNG into Water Sports. Send Photo to Box 1429.

SEATTLE AREA FF Top or Bottom 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.

WANTED

SEATTLE Love slave wanted, should not have limits, however pain will be a very minor element. Prefer young slim, white. I am W / M, 31, 170 lbs., 6'3". Box 1345.

CIGAR SMOKERS

Hot muscular leather man, 32, who smokes and gets turned on to cigars wants contact with men of same interest. Will be starting an organization for cigar smokers soon. Box 20604, Seattle, WA 98102.

DIRTY LITTLE BUTCH PIG

Loves to be chased through woods while nude and blindfolded. Send me your worst fantasy and you'll get mine. Photo a must. Box 20043, Seat-tle , WA 98102.

WEST VIRGINIA

CHARLESTON SLAVE

5'10", 190 lbs., white, needs master to continue instructions in S&M, FF, B&D and CBT / T. Hood and abuse this cock hungry slave. Photo, phone and letter of demands answered first. Box 3014.

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'd like to do with me with photo. Prefer 40 to 60 year olds. Will answer all letters. Box 1616.

DRUMBEATS GET RESULTS!

NATIONWIDE

WOULD YOU GIVE UP YOUR LIFE TO SHARE MINE?

W / m, 31, 6'4", 190 lbs., bearded, looking for young bottom who will drop everything to come to Tampa Bay as my lover, little brother and slave. Me: educated media professional with sense of humor, into light S&M, B&D, spanking. Secure enough to cuddle and kiss, too. You: 20s, good build, boyishly masculine, naturally submissive. Committed to work hard for a life relationship. Interested? Let it all out in your reply with photo. Box 2081.

BLACKS / WHITES

Asians, Hispanics nationwide (415) 431-0458.

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. Anyone needing a place to stay in Montreal are welcome also. Write now and all answered , photo appreciated but not a necessity. Box 1438.

W / m, 35, 5'10", 160 lbs., blond, slim butt, into Mild S&M, B&D, wish to meet with 18-25 yr olds, small or medium builds, living in London-Ontario area. Phone and photo answer. Pete, P.O. Box 1962, Sta. A, London, Ontario, CANADA N6A 5J4.

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.

PIG WANTED

This pig is 36, W / m, bearded, hairy, well hung into: Leather, rubber, B&D, C&B T, and other raunchy piggery. Looking for similar pig who is an 'M' and thrives on debauchery in my well equipped pig pen. Respect limits and will pinch hit for the right pig. Into long, kinky, body sensuous, mind blowing organic scenes. You will be tortured by needing to play with your best friend between your legs, but immobilization just makes you oink for more. Find yourself entangled in a web of Japanese bondage. Enjoy the pleasure of my well educated, black leathered hand. If you can meet the challenge of piggery: send pic and your qualification to: D. Le Porc, P.O. Box 5128, Vancouver, B.C., CAN-ADA , V6B 4A9.

I like a man who enjoys his work. One who smiles as he trusses me up with tubing, wires, hole stuffers and the like. He whistles when testing weights on my tit rings. Hums as the fluids pass in and out of the butt plug. And winks at me, all strung up, encased from head to foot, knowing that maybe later he's going to get it too! W / m, 5'8", 160 lbs., 7" cut. Need I say more? Box 1577.

TORONTO M, Pisces, 5'10", 155 lbs., 40, blue eyes, uncut, wishes to meet .Box 1488. dominant S, 25-55, who is versatile, respectful of limits, sense of humor. M has moderate experience, versatile , and into leather, toys, boots, Greek a / p, WS, bondage, discipline. Have some experience as S. No fats, fems, drugs, scat. Box B19.

SLAVE REQUIRED

Put your body and mind in my experienced hands and I will make all the decisions regarding both for your period of servitude. I insist on complete surrender in bondage to my will. You will 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 satisfaction. All applications will be considered on the basis of information supplied in first letter. Master is 5'9", 35, 140 lbs. Bearded and short hair. Box 1281.

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.

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

MAIL ORDER

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200 DIFFERENT SWIMMERS OR WRESTLERS

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EROTIC NOTE CARDS

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EAT CHRISTIANS

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GAY / LESBIAN LITERATURE CATALOGUE, 60 PP ANNOTATED FICTION, BIOGRAPHY, POLITICS,

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HOT S&M AUDIO TAPES by Drummer's Frank O'Rourke. Contact : Hatfield House, Box 14128, San Franciso, CA 94114.

BARGIN PRICES on new leathers (jackets, pants, chaps, boots, belt, hats, gloves, etc). Also, buy and sell used gear. Larsen Leathers, Rt 1, Christianburg, VA 24073. Accept MCard, Visa.

INTERCHAIN INTERNATIONAL Contact organization for the macho man. Information: Box 410, 132 West 24th Street, New York, NY 10011 or call (212) 929-5078. Leave name and address until 11PM EST.

HORNY? CALL 213-NOW-TALK

Hot JO phone fantasy, verbal abuse, humiliation, etc. Low rates. Credit cards. Mention Drummer for discount on first call. (213) 669-8255.

FOREIGN MAIL

When answering foreign ads with box numbers, remember to include the correct amount of overseas airmail postage. Current rates are 40¢ per ½ ounce. Letters without correct postage will be destroyed.

AUSTRALIA

SYDNEY Australian guy, 42, 5'10", 140 lbs., 8" cut, pierced tits, leather, jockstraps, boots, WS, B&D, CB&TT, either way. Wants to expand limits and experience. Meetings in Sydney or correspond world wide. Overseas Master's orders by post gratefully received, executed and results reported. Box 2057.

MASTER (German) & SLAVE (English ) will be in SF / NY June-July of '82. (S-38, 6', 154 lbs., M-39, 6'3", 165 lbs.) Seek leathermen separately or togther interested in boots, chaps, uniforms, breeches, jocks, chains for S&M, piss, B&D, hot scenes. Masters please write and slaves apply with photo. Box 1847.

MELBOURNE White submissive, adventurous bottom, 43, 6'3", 190 Ibs., 7" cut, seeks kinky times with raunchy, macho topmen in Levis, leather, jockstraps, for Bondage, WS, 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.

BELGIUM

GENTLEMEN OVER 50

Wanted by goodlooking, masculine Belgium male, 32, 6', 150 lbs., trim hairy body, uninhibited, hot and well hung. I want to go back to college in the US and build a permanent loving relationship with a warm, caring, fatherly professional older man who can be both dominant and submissive . Wrestling, spanking, tit work, mild B&D, WS, humiliation, etc are okay. No S&M. Any area. Only serious detailed letters with photo answered. Box 427, 1000 Brussels, Belgium.

SLAVERY VACATION

German master, 35, 6'4", 170 lbs., offers slavery vacation to young U.S. slaves, max 25, travel expenses compensated . Photo and full information required. Write to: W.V. Loon, Kroon-plein 46, B2060 Merksen, Belgium.

ENGLAND

TO VISIT ENGLAND

September or October 82. W / m, 38, 5'8", 150 lbs., blue eyes, brown hair and beard. Nice build, chest hair, small skilled hands. Into giving and receiving rear French, enjoys WS, fisting, piercing, bondage, tit and ball work, levis, leather and most raunch. Gives good head and has ass for receiving most anything. 7" cut cock and soon pierced. Not a submissive, but a participant in any and all scenes. Home in Florida. Box 2096.

ROPE BONDAGE

LONDON 28, W / m, 6', 165 lbs., slave will serve well built, masculine guy(s) into rope, bondage, S&M, etc. Raunchy sex. I can serve 2 or more Masters who know what they want. Photos get quick reply. Box 1507.

BOOT 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, Uniformed Officer, Construction Worker, Trucker, Cowboy. Photo appreciated. 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 grovel in oil, grease, mud, filth, etc. in chains. Box A95.

LONDON M, 40, 5'9", 150 lbs., 51 / 2" uncut, into W / S, leather, rubber, combat gear, seeks dominant to 45, strict, but respectful of limits. Box 630.

LONDON BEGINNER

W / m, 32, 6', 165 lbs., looking for partner in leather or denim. Willing to try almost anything. Box 716.

LONDON Leather guy, 6'2", 170 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 photo 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 & 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 CALIFORNIA SLAVES

LONDON MASTER, 31, 6'2", 160 lbs. Bearded. Hung. Seeks Hot southern California Slaves during vacation. 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.

GERMANY

COLOGNE, 36, 78 cm, 64 kg, uncut, hairy leather guy and biker, seeks 18- 35 for leather sex and piss. Box 1285.

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

MILITARY JAIL TROOPER

WEST GERMANY German top, military jail trooper, 40s, 176 cm., 78 kg., 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, Postfach 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 brutalities. Father / Son fantasies. Mutual ecstacy, love, understanding, cuddling . I am slim (130 lbs.). You don't have to be. Write soon to: B. Len-mann , Methingdamm 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", 71 / 2" uncut, into leather and boots, S&M, heavy Tit work and piss action, FF, boot-wood needs bearded slaves and masters to contact with, travellers welcome. Henning Grote, Humboldstr 7, D-3300 Braunshweig, West Germany.

GERMANY White devoted boot slave 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, 76 cm, 64 kg, uncut. Hairy, Leather guy and biker, seeks 18-35 for Leather Sex, Piss Sex. Write Box 1285.

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

GERMAN SLAVE

WEST GERMANY Slave, 32, 6'2", 170 Ibs., Blond, Moustache, Blue eyes, coming several times a year to the States. Interested in meeting Masters , my age or older. Into Water Sports, Rimming, Fr. a / p, I'm Greek passive, getting spanked. I'm 7" uncut. Box 1686.

DRUMBEATS GET RESULTS!

ITALY

ACTIVE SLAVE

Italian, 38, real sportsman, brown hair, green eyes, muscular, macho type desires to service muscular master. I'm into heavy training, whips, FF, C&B and tit torture. Like to receive verbal abuse. Prefer body builder, but mainly interested in right psychological approach. Travel in USA. Hospitality in Milan. Answer with photo. Box 2020.

THE NETHERLANDS

AMSTERDAM slave in leather, rubber and heavy bondage, 39, 6', 143 lbs., bearded, visiting California in June & July 82, looking for experienced , dominant leather master with well-equipped play room to keep him as a slave for more than one day, in chains, for moderate to heavy S&M, B&D, TT, WS and total submission . No FF or scat. I also like bikes and adventure. Please, Sir, write very soon. Box 2089.

NEW ZEALAND

BUTCH BODYBUILDER FROM NEW ZEALAND

LEAN STRONG HUNGRY ROUGH TOP OR BOTTOM, 45, Smooth skinned, Visiting Hawaii, San Francisco , Los Angeles. Will try anything. Keen to explore my limits & yours. Dungeons, spreadeagling, 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, 71 / 2" 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

LAUSANNE Master, 37, and slave, 39, with well equipped game room, interested in meeting new slaves or masters. Any scene but especially interested in leather, rubber, uniforms , S&M, B&D, torture and piercing . Limits respected. Letters with photo answered first. Write to: Box 682, CH-1001 Lusanne, Switzerland.

GENEVA: ARE YOU A HOT TOP, or better a MASTER? Then you are entitled to my hospitality and my ser- vice. I am 39, tall, slim, bearded, hairy, and happy to serve well. I'm also looking for a Total OWNER anywhere in the world. TEL: 31.91 76 Name Chris, or write Box 1473.

Box B35.

SERVICES

COMING TO FLORIDA? ORLANDO / DISNEY-STAY at my house and save on motel fees. I'm W / m, 33, Top. Bring your Master / S- lave. Box 1603.

SERVICES COUNSELING, MID-COUNTIES HELP CENTER (213) 863-5817.

FRIENDS OF THE CENTER

Signal Your Commitment to the future growth of the Los Angeles Gay & Lesbian Community Services Center by becoming a member of 'FRIENDS OF THE CENTER.' For Membership information call (213) 464-7400 Ext. 251, or Write: Friends of the Center. Box 38777, Hollywood, CA 90038. Do it today. It's important.

FOR RENT

Chicago, 1000 Sq. Ft. of fully equipped playroom for private sessions or small groups. Models available OPTIONALLY. (312) 525-3341.

PHOTOS

Photos, Slim Young 21 Year Old in DIAPERS, 6/$4.50, 484 Lake Park Ave., No. 36, Oakland, CA 94610.

ORGANIZATIONS

MAVERICK ALLIANCE

Mavericks are not branded. Not part of the herd! UNCUT men are invited Young goodlooking Swiss gay man, to write P.O. Box 372, San Francisco, ter is much sought after and is limited. Maverick Alliance. Not for the timid of mind.

INTERCHAIN

INTERCHAIN FOR MEN of Leather. A thousand Hot guys can't be wrong. For info. Write: Box 410, 132 W. 24th Street, New York City, NY 10011.

THE TOILET

$1 flushes an application. $3 flushes a Tissue Sample. $10 flushes a Full Roll with or without your own listing. Write Toilet, 433 Douglass St., San Francisco, CA 94114.

CIGAR SMOKERS

Cigar studs is for men who smoke and get turned on by cigars. Write: POB 20604, Seattle, WA 98102.

RAINMAKERS

THE W / S Club for men who like it WET. Send Name, Age to: RM, Box 253-D, New York, NY 10266.

FOOT FRATERNITY

A fraternity for men who dig bare feet, boots, shoes, socks, sneakers, leather, levis and other clothing who wish to contact others with the same interests. For information write: Foot Fraternity, Box 3385, San Francisco, CA 94119.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE CRAZY TO BE INTO STRAIT-JACKETS …

BUT HELPS.

"FETTERS" are specialists in Law Enforcement supply, antique and replica manacles, prison irons, strait-jackets & HOUDINIANA. We can also custom make equipment to your designs. ILLUSTRATED BROCHURE $2.

895 BROADWAY, NEW YORK, NY 10003 (Strictly mail-order only)

HAIRY MEN-Hair Lovers. Correspondence , action club dedicated to body fur. Rosters, news letters, photos . Send $2.00 / SASE: Hair, 256 Robertson Blvd., Beverly Hills, CA 90211.

GAY MALE S / M ACTIVISTS

We are an organization of gay men seriously interested and involved in SM who meet regularly in NYC for purposes of discussion, learning, support, and the establishment of a positive presence in the gay community . For info, write: GMSMA, Dept D., 132 West 24th Street, New York, NY 10011.

WANTED

QUAINTANCE ART WANTED

GEORGE QUAINTANCE (as published in Physique Pictorial 1950s) prints, slides, photos. Original art-work wanted. Top prices paid. ALso info regarding Victor Garcia. Write to: Ted Smith, 724 Fillmore St., S.F., CA 94117.

WANTED TO BUY

Fist Fucking printed pictures, drawings or photographs. From normal photograph size up to 7½"x10½". Also interested in buying 8mm Fist Fucking movies (if I don't already have them). Please write with details of what you have to sell and prices. Try to include a sample, also. Box 2078A.

EMPLOYMENT

POLICE OFFICER-SFPD

$1927 / month (entrance) Bay Area residency required. No special processing for lesbian / gay men. Gay Outreach Program. (415) 431-6500

EMPLOYMENT

JOBS OVERSEAS

Big money fast. $20,000-$50,000 plus per year. Call 1-716-842-6000 Ext. 5160.

MODELS GAY PHOTO MAG. FILM COMPANY, $50.00 AN HOUR CALL (415) 864-8597.

WEBSTER DICTIONARY

$180.00 PER WEEK PART-TIME AT HOME Webster, America's foremost dictionary company needs home workers to update local mailing lists. All ages, experience unnecessary. Call 1-716-845-5670, Ext. 4070.

MODELS NORTHERN CALIFORNIA

SAN FRANCISCO

Masculine, muscular, hairy, big uncut prick, 83 / 4", receptive rear, versatile . Douglas (415) 885-1831.

DON 'MASTER OF LEATHER' shown in Drummer Rides Again offers professional services, fee starting at $75.00 per session. Very handsome blond, hairy chested, 6', 165 lbs. of man. Experienced, imaginative. Best equipped mirrored playroom including sling, stockade, suspension & more Bondage, W / S, FF, C&B Torture, Wax, Shaving, Dildoes , Butt plugs, Tit work, spank, paddle, flag, electricity. Fetishes & Fantasies. Super light to super heavy. Private, discreet. Novices welcome . Limits respected and hopefully expanded. Call Master Don. (415) 584-9341. Honest, Safe, Trustworthy.

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

HOT ACTION

SANTA ANA, W / M, at your service! .All scenes explored. Brn / Blu, 5'10", 155 lbs. Days, late eve., weekends, out only. John (714) 541-8068.

JOHNNY HARDEN

THE BIGGEST AND THE BEST Los Angeles (213) 464-8150 May 10th-30th in New York (212) 255-3576

MODELS / FLORIDA

LONG HAIRED ALL SERVICES

(305) 294-8847 S.F., N.Y., KEY WEST

MODELS / ILLINOIS

CHICAGO MODEL

CHICAGO S&M Model with Playroom . Rod, Box 14, Chicago, IL 60614.

SLAVE TRAINING S&M, B&D, C / B& TIT work, GRK, discipline, FF, 1000 SQ. FT. of fully equipped play room. Limits respected, private. Glen, 30, 5'7", 130 lbs., 81 / 2", call (312) 525- 3341.

MAN FOR HIRE

Masculine, handsome, defined, and endowed. Virile male action. All scenes considered. Near Loop and Hotels, Chicago and travel. Will Har-din (312) 649-9520.

ELEVEN THICK INCHES

Tall, blond, German stud. Smooth, solid, muscular build. All scenes. Chicago or travel. Karl Decker (312) 649-9577.

MODELS / NEW YORK

LONG-HAIRED ALL SERVICES N.Y., S.F., KEY WEST

MODELS / ENGLAND

GOODLOOKING BLACK GUY

27, can entertain you when you arrive in London. Professional services. Fee starting at $100. per session. Phone: Tony (01) 231-7440 in Eng-land , or write: 198 Oldfield Grove. London SE16, England.

RESORTS

RUSSIAN RIVER GUEST HOUSE

Luxurious private rooms, enclosed sundeck and yard, beautiful garden setting. Close to everything. Easy to find. Friendly service. Playrooms available. Meals by arrangement. Santa Rosa pickup service. Save money AT THE RIVER and have more fun! AT THE RIVER Frank & Erick (707) 887-9130

A MAN'S HOTEL MOTHERS COMPLEX IN MIAMI

50 'Y' style rooms with queen size beds. From $16 nightly. Party at Miami's hottest new Leather Bars and spend the night where the men are. MOTHERS MIAMI HOTEL, 133 N.W. 1st Ave. (305) 358-6962.

TRAVEL

KEY WEST-The island for all seasons . For free map and brochure: (800) 327-4834 or Key West Business Guild, P.O. Box 1208-04, Key West, FL 33040.

LATE ARRIVALS

MAN-TO-MAN ASS PLAY

LOS ANGELES W / m, 34, 5'8", 140 Ibs., masculine, seeks other Southern California men into total ass involvement. Fuck me with your big cut or uncut cock; your large, low-hanging balls, your biggest dildoes; and then plow my ass with your fuck-ing hot fist. And then be ready for the same from me. While we're at it, let's get into some hot fantasy trips; real or just talking while fucking. Just a top? Don't hesitate to write. My ass could be yours for the night. Photo would be nice with your descriptive letter and phone number. Box 3021.

HANDSOME L.A. BOTTOM

28, 5'11", 170 lbs., 71 / 2" uncut, seeks naturally dominant but affectionate master who wants smooth, straight-occasional dog training, cocksuck-ing , foot worship, piss drinking, C&B torture. No scat, FF, bondage. Lati-nos especially welcome. True macho appreciated Swap pix. Box 26081, Los Angeles, CA 90026.

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SHORT CLEAN CITY GUY

48, would like a bare-ass, razor-strapping , belt discipline in some ranchers barn or country cop's jail near L.A. Letters from truckers, rangers, leathermen also welcome. Don, Box 1835, Glendale, CA 91209.

COCKFIGHTERS

Ball wrestlers, Gladiators and street fighters (novices also welcome). Muscular, 26, hung. K. Wulfert, 517 Ashbury, San Francisco, CA 94117.

CASTRATION

Seek info from M.D., others, on effect of castration on mature male. Also exchange accounts, history, fiction, etc. Box 3020. (CA).

SAN DIEGO Slings, stocks, cuffs, collars, tit, whips, fully equipped game room, black leather, chrome metal. Whatever turns you on. Send fantasies, phone number. Box 3027. mine. Box 3029. (N. CA).

W / M 29, with crewcut and tattoos, looking for hairy, cleancut men over 40 with huge, super thick, uncut horse dick. Photo and phone. Box 3030. (S. CA).

HOT TOP WANTED

SAN FRANCISCO W / m, 24, lean 6', moustache, goodlooking and inexperienced , needs intelligent, handsome hunk, 21-40, to show me my limits. I have a hot mouth for your sweaty crotch, ass, and pits. Into WS, VA, titwork, B&D, spit. Box 3031.

BIG ENEMAS

Pumped up tight asses by hot young master. If you are slim, muscular, 18- 28, into B&D, hospital games, etc, write to: P.O. Box 5893, Santa Monica , CA 90405. No photo, no reply. Phone is a must.

INTO GREEK

Spankings? Join our nationwide quarterly club. Parties, too! Send SASE & age to: Our World, Box 803, Santa Monica, CA 92702.

NORTH BAY

W / m, 56, 6'2", 190 lbs., into uniforms, wear leather, horses, motorcycles, outdoor type. Prefer over 6', neat, no beards, non-smokers. Box 3036. (N. CA).

HOT, tough, handsome M, 6"1", 27, 175 lbs., 8", athletic, needs to be trained and dominated, taught how to serve, by hard, experienced master (leather, cowboy, levi, etc). Genuine only. Photo. Box 3040. (S. CA).

SAN FRANCISCO Take this proud, lean, horny fucker and use him. B&D. TT, WS, face and ass fucking. Teach me your trip. I'm 33, 5'11", 140 lbs., 7". Can top. Prefer 30-50, built & hard (Daddy?). Your photo gets mine. Box 3039. (N. CA).

TRAINER-TRAINEE

Bondage: W / m, 36, 5'8", 150 lbs., brown hair & eyes; hunky body, hairy, into B&D, WS, FF, dildoes, game rooms, toys, etc. No scat. No tits. All else open. Your photo & letter will travel.

MACHO ITALIAN

S, 38, 5'10", 145 lbs., hairy, mustache , goodlooking, intelligent, arrogant and hung too much for most. Looking for butch, well built Munder 35, who can take everything I offer. Must be into bondage, C&B, S&M, water sports, etc. Limits respected but expanded. You must be willing to submit completely and permanently to this hot stud. I like the male body too much to do any real damage, but you must be ready for strict discipline . Photo must accompany submissive application. Don't waste my time if you can't meet my standards. Box 3026. (DC).

LANSING TOP

27, seeks slave. Photo, phone to: Bob, Box 165, East Lansing, MI 48823.

MOTORCYCLE LEATHERMEN

Let's have leathersex on and off our bikes. Slaves invited if you can take B&D, CBT, TT, S&M, WS, etc. Novice will be trained. Men from areas of NY, CT, NJ, MA, write me with details and phone. Box 3035. (NY).

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ATTENTION SLAVES

Two hot leathermen (36, 6', 180 lbs., and 32, 5'10", 165 lbs.) need heavy service by strong, good bodied slave with tough ass and hot mouth. Clean boots, drink piss, suck scumbags, take heavy nipple work and paddling. Advanced slaves get kicked, shaved, fisted and pierced. Yeah, cock-sucker ! Box 3024. (NY).

WANTED: LOVER TOPMAN

You're W / m, 30-35, 5'10" or taller, beard or moustache. I'm W / m, bottom , 25, 5'10", beard, experienced in S&M, looking for loving relationship. Living currently in NYC, willing to relocate after 6 / 82. Not into Master-Slave roles or the unstable. Box 3025.

LIKE TO FUCK

(Or get fucked?) Join American-Greek Alliances, the club which gets Greek actives into Greek passives. Name, age, stamp to: P.O. Box 623, AGD, NYC, NY 10013.

TORONTO Cigar smoker with unwashed pits, crew cut or shorter, moustache or beard wanted by short-haired, very hairy, sweaty guy into dirty jocks, leather, uniforms, three-piece suits. Beer belly a plus. Some B&D, WS, mostly JO, oral. Being creative, intelligent and honest , I value these in you, too. Box 3038. (Canada). love to fuck guys 18-35, and JO. I live alone if you'd like to meet me. Weekends, go to bed nude. Am 6'2", 200 lbs., 8"; I'm good and hot. Box 3037. (CT).

BONDAGE NOVICE

W / m, 39, 6', 170 lbs., looking for leather master to bind me with leather, rope, etc. Photo & phone to: Boxholder, Box 5901, Denver, CO 80217.

UTAH

SLC new resident, swings both ways, prefers bottom. Am not bad looking, 5'6", 155 lbs., 40s. Seeks kinky sex with topman who's also emotionally and economically stable. Longterm view. P.O. Box 2474, S.L.C., UT 84110.

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Select any setting, action, theme. We'll write an original, personalized fantasy for you. Details: $1. WDR, Box 6435, Portland, OR 97228. (1036) NW Marshall).

LEATHERMAN DESIRES SAME

NYC W / m, 29, 5'7", 155 lbs., dark hair, seeks other goodlooking leath-ermen to 35. Am into some bondage (get off on hoods) and light S&M. Usually bottom, but can occasionally switch. No heavy S&M, FF, scat. Box 245, New York, NY 10008.

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Name, age, stamp to: Box 623-FMD. N.Y., NY 10013.

BLACK MALES WANTED

LARAMIE W / m, 27, 6'1", 160 lbs., blond hair, brown eyes, seeks big endowed Tops to work my rear or? No fats. Send details and phone. Box 3028. (Wyoming).

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FANTASIES TO REALITY MADISON MASTER

Achieve what has been, so far, your fantasies in a total & completely furnished dungeon. Your fantasy is mine to make a reality. Will respect all physical and physchological limits. Set-up for long weenends and encounter sessions (out of towners). Master who are into masters who can handle competition are also welcome . Applications are also being taken for 2 slaves wanted by good-looking GWM, 40s, 156 lbs., 6'2" brown hair, blue eyes, trim beard and moustache, 7" cut. Reply with frank letter, photo and phone number. Only the very serious & dedicated need to reply to: Box 3034. (WI).

NOVICE W / m, 32, 5'9", 155 lbs., wishes training as slave. Turned on by bondage, BB, titplay, possible WS, toys. Should be understanding. No fats, fems, drugs. Willing to expand. Teach me, Sir. Box 3033. (RI).

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NEW YORK CITY

Black or Latino tops sought by handsome , masculine W / m, bodybuilder, 24, 6', 165 lbs., into verbal abuse, B&D, spanking and light S&M. Photo appreciated. Box 997K.

ENGLAND

America soon, requires slaves for far-out , extended scenes. Humbly beg to serve me, boot licker! Box 3023.

NATIONWIDE: Hairy bike Daddy, 35 manent partnership. Dominant, intelligent , affectionate, serious only. I give 100%. Box 3022.

NYC Leatherman would like to communicate via amateur radio with gay amateurs worldwide. 80 thru 2 meters ssb contact Ken, Box 3048.

JOCK STRAPS

W / m, 5'11", 185 lbs., 30, wants guys 18-25 into jock straps amd gym gear for hot sex, correspondence, trading. With right person can get into photo sessions and administering spankings , bondage, and golden showers. Write with jockstrap photo and phone number to: P.O. Box 5551, Trenton, NJ 08638.

HAIRY MAIMI MASTER

32, looking for bottoms, preferably hairy and cut, with big balls, into B&D, S&M, WS, spanking and ball work. Special handling for beginners. Photo a must. Write now for naked interview. Include phone number with detailed application. Discreation assured. Box 3047.

Two guys into leather, boots, motorcycles , bondage, light S&M, piercing . Interested in correspondence and meeting other into similar interests . 5'11", 185 lbs., and 5'5", 125 lbs, both bearded, top and bottom. Letter with photo receives same. Box 3046. (DE).

DALLAS

Thirsty and hot, 43, 5'8", 150 lbs., heavy piss, raunchy jocks and tit exchanged. Box 3045. (TX).

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CHICAGO W / m, 40, 165 lbs., 5'11", full beard, into breaking in and trad-for whatever you tell me. JO letters or cassettes with or w / o jocks. Box 3044.

SLAP MY COCK

I am a 34-year-old macho guy, 5'11", 170 lbs., 71 / 2" cock and big balls. Looking for aggressive guys, 35-50, who like to slap a cock and balls while they sit on my face and fill my ass with a hot enema. That's for starters . Interested? Write: P.O. Box 1204, Ansonia Station, NY, NY 10023.

S.F. BAY AREA

Woodshed and mad doctor fantasies. Send photo and letter of application with full physical description to: S, Box 3050. Include phone number for immediate response.

THE LEATHER FRATERNITY!

Join up now! $60 annual membership includes a 12-issue subscription to Drummer magazine, a free 12-time classified ad and free mail forwarding . Write: The Leather Fraternity, 15 Harriet St, San Francisco, CA 94103.

6'3", 190 lbs., blue eyes, brown hair, 34, inexperienced college grad, knowledge limited to collection of films, video, magazines & books. Attracted to hair, experience, tough talk and take-charge attitude. Need guidance through phone or letter to find out what's what. Box 3051. (VA).

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Very hot biker gets it on with lots of leather on video, 1 hour, $59., Beta or VHS. B.R. Productions, Box 765, Encino, CA 91316. (633 N. Normandie).

FRANCE

I'm a French slave, 27 years old. I want good, strong, tall masters. If you are coming to Paris, you are invited to contact me. Only leather-men are desired. Phone Stephane at 1-260-70-35. See you soon! Your humble slave.

INDIANAPOLIS M, 49, 5'10", 170 lbs., 61 / 2", white, inexperienced; will rounding states. No blood or scat. Photo please. Box 833.

TWO BODYBUILDERS

S: 39, 6'1", 71 / 2" cut. M: 35, 6'1", 8" cut. Into man to man sex, one on one, three ways, or groups. Bondage, discipline . Especially heavy tit work. Respond with photo. Box 36. (DC).

HEAD CAGED SLAVE

Forced into self-bondage, self-suspension , etc., because tops interested only in B&D are rare birds. Pain results from prolongation of restraint . Discipline from deprivation and the constant wearing of irons. No whipping, FF, scat. Me: presentable Anglo-Saxon, young looking, mid-age , well built, body shaved, cropped brown hair. You: sympathetic, trustworthy W / m, neither hairy nor fat. But beggers can't be choosers. Box 3043. (NY).

BOTTOM

W / m, 31, 5'8", 150 lbs., attractive, educated, stable, good cock, wants masculine, discrete, stable, clean top, 30-50, for possible permanent relationship. Not into pain. Box 3032.

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PRISON CHIEF DENIES 'RAPE'

The Director of the Federal Bureau of Prisons, Norman Carlson, has issued a policy statement to all prison staff members prohibiting the use of such terms as 'homosexual rape' and 'homosexual assault.' According to Carlson's policy statement , "Through the use of such terms the public is led to believe that these assaults are committed by persons who are homosexual. While homosexuals are often the victims, the vast majority of rapes and assaults are committed by persons who are not homosexual."

INSTRUCTOR & WRENCH LOSE RANK & JOB

A 22-year-old Marine drill instructor was sentenced to two years' hard labor, was reduced in rank to private and was given a bad-conduct discharge after pleading guilty to assaulting eight recruits at Parris Island, South Carolina. Sgt. James W. Baxter admitted he inserted an 8-inch wrench into the asshole of a recruit, and had finger fucked three others. In exchange for pleading guilty, the government dropped seven other charges of indecent acts. And they refused to release any more details. If you're interested in having Baxter drill you, we suggest you get your bids in now. After two years of hard labor we suspect he will have muscles enough to get a 12-inch wrench up your ass.

HOW TO GET HUNG

Bob Nilson, second only to Graham Wilson, has been drawing gal-low cartoons for the likes of Esquire , Playboy, and The New Yorker for years. His forte is the would-be suicide who always is in great danger of not pulling it off. Holt Rhinehart and Winston (never knew they were into this kind of stuff!) has just published a book of Mr. Nilson's macabre idea of humor and Ogden Nash, a little twisted in his own right, has written an introduction . Nilson's people all try to hang themselves, they just never succeed. Hang it on a rope over your toilet.

SHAVE & HAIRCUT TEN YEARS

We thought we should warn all you potential Sweeny Todds out there in Nebraska that while it is perfectly legal for a barber to shave a man's head, it is against the law for the same barber to shave his customer's chest. But does that mean a second barber can do it? And would a crotch cut require yet a third barber?

SAILOR GETS KILLED KILLER GETS LETTER

The skipper of the aircraft carrier Ranger, Captain Dan Pedersen, has been served a letter of censure - the naval equivalent of a disciplinary slap on the wrist - for dereliction of duty contributing to the death of a sailor through shipboard punishment .

Two other officers and 25 enlisted men, including eight Marine brig guards, face disciplinary action in the April 14 death of Airman Recruit Paul E. Trerice, 21, of Al-gonac , Mich., at Subic Bay in the Philippines.

Trerice collapsed and died while doing punishment calisthenics after a brig diet of bread and water. He was being disciplined for sleeping at his post and for being absent without leave in Hong Kong. His parents have brought a $4.1 million wrongful death lawsuit against the government.

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LEATHER NOTEBOOK

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The old master Larry Townsend levels with you, one on one

Dear Larry,

As most of those who bought your books and incorporated your suggestions into their actions and relationships are now senior citizens, this should be of interest to you, as you, Payne, Goldstein (sic), Isherwood, Renslow (of Chicago), etc., are all in the spurned category so far as the "kids" who crud up the bars are concerned.

The census tells us that there will be more and more of us in the next 20 years and fewer and fewer of those between 25 and 45, so we represent the wave of the immediate future. (An ad from Gay Chicago was enclosed: How About A Club For Senior Citizens—65 plus___).

Unsigned, Chicago

Dear Unsigned Senior,

Although I must agree with you in the feeling that the Gay Community should do more for its older members, I find your logic somewhat muddy, and must take issue with your initial premise . 1) Except for Chris Isherwood, none of the people you mention has even reached the age of 55—let alone 65—and several are considerably younger than that. Chris was of another generation, but still highly respected by hets as well as by his own people. 2) By "Goldstein" I assume you mean David Goldstein, the owner of the Advocate. I'm not sure of David's age, although I know he is many years short of the senior category. One of the strong criticisms aimed at him has been his insisting on using "under 35's" to staff his publication. 3) I do not find any of us "spurned" by the younger guys. "Ignored" might be a better term, mostly because they'd rather do it then read about it. Still, I find myself in correspondence with a number of younger guys—also interacting with them sexually. I would say they make up 25% of my mailing list—not disproportionate for their numbers in the general population. 4) We all grow older, but you must remember that in talking about the seniors of tomorrow you are also talking about the juniors of today. As these "kids" of whom you are so contemptous continued to ripen they are not going to lose all of their present values. 5) Frankly, I do not feel that any of the people you mention, involved in the mainstream of gay leather-SM, are out of step at all…not yet. A couple, of course, have nothing to do with our scene at all. They're just growing older, like all the rest of us.

Dear Larry,

I really enjoyed your Handbook and was pleased to see you advising not to turn off older guys. Since I'm older that's beautiful advice. But how old is too old? I'm 60, fairly well built, and enjoy being dominated and having to serve. I guess I look like a cop, so I turn young studs off—or intimidate them physically. I know at 60 I have a number of physical limitations, but understand a tough Master shouldn't necessarily require much strenuous physical activity. 2016年1月1日 1月1日

Anyway, what I'm writing to ask regards the possibility of my either observing or actually being slave-trained when I visit the West Coast later this year. I see ads in Drummer and the Advocate that imply scenes along these lines, but I've been reluctant to call because of age (plus an inate anyness). What do you think? Can you advise or help?

Bob, Florida

Dear Bob,

I'm printing your letter (slightly condensed) because it is typical of quite a few I receive, and I'm placing it after the grumpy senior because it seems to fit. I'm afraid, to be completely honest with you, I do feel that 60 is a bit advanced to be starting out in SM activities, especially if you're looking for bottom action. This is not to say you won't find it in an area where there is more going on, but you're going to have to overcome your shyness. If you look like a cop, this might be the thing that will turn people on. Why don't you emphasize it with a bit of uniform trapping ? As to commercial sex—either to watch or participate—who's to say? Most of the people offering these services are complete duds, and ought to be fined for false advertising. A few, however , will turn out to be everything they claim to be. I can't make specific recommendations—first, because I don't know. Secondly, if I got into pimping they'd put me away for sure!

Dear Mr. Townsend:

I recently bought a copy of your Leatherman's Handbook, 3rd edition, in London. I enjoyed it very much until I came to the end, and found that a number of references made to "things to come" were, indeed, not forthcoming . For instance, you mention glossar-ies , which are non-existent, plus some kind of questionnaire. Did I purchase a defective copy, or did you cut down the later editions without deleting the references to expurgated portions? I would be curious to know, since the work was otherwise quite stimulating. Bruce, Sussex (England)

Dear Bruce,

You are only one of several people to write me about this same problem. I have obtained a copy of the questionable edition, and find that there is a rip-off , printed in England, being sold there and on the Continent. You can tell the phony because it has 246 pages, whereas the original has 315, plus some ads. Sorry, but there isn't much I can do about the fast buck artists. Although I know who's doing it, I unfortunately do not know anyone in England who breaks legs.

Dear Larry,

Do you think I could be hassled by local authorities for wearing my new "Chips" (California Highway Patrol) uniform on the East Coast? Though I don't intend to flaunt it, would I be breaking any laws?

Jim, Pennsylvania

Dear Jim,

My legal advisor tells me that the only law he knows of (or can think of) pertaining to your situation would be "impersonating an officer" (assuming, of course, that you are not going to the extent of wearing a gun). It would depend on the specific wording of your local ordinance, since most of these laws were written with the intent of preventing someone from impersonating a local law enforcement officer. Many times they didn't think about someone wearing an out of state costume just for the fun of it, and therefore did not write the law tightly enough to make it a crime (misdemeanor). Your safest bet would be to leave off the badge, which then makes it less than a full uniform. Of course, some asshole might still arrest you, but (if it's any consolation) your case would probably be thrown out of court—several weeks and several hundred dollars later. I'm sorry I can't be more reassuring, although I have to say that I've seen hundreds of guys wearing all varieties of uniforms in many different places, and hardly any of them get hassled. It's just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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DEAD BLUE

Another intriguing mystery, Cobalt (by Nathan Aldyne, (St. Martin's Press; New York; 1982) falls on the heels of last year's Boston-laid Vermilion, to fulfill the promise of a series based on an unlikely detective trio — Dan Valentine , Clarissa Lovelace and, reluctantly involved, the gay vacation colony in Provincetown, Massachusetts.

New Yorkers beat the heat in the Fire Island Pines, San Franciscans flee the fog to Russian River, so the Boston bodies gravitate to P-Town for sex, sun and sand, seafood and saturnalia. Some of the bodies won't return alive. The day-trippers could care less until Love-lace and Valentine stir things up in their own anarchic fashion — a pair of independent souls with a fierce sense of personal and social justice. Caught in an objective no-man's land between the permanent residents and the tourist trade, they stumble over the rough trade somewhere between dull jobs and deliciously decadent parties. The easy camaraderie between Dan and Clarisse is growing as an Alldyne hallmark: a friendship as intimate as a friendship can get between two people of mutually exclusive sexual orientation — and it couldn't get tighter.

The man with the cobalt eyes is an emotional time bomb that explodes with the discovery of his corpse, and the deadly fragments home onto an alluring variety of victims. The suspense climbs on several levels. Was there more than one murder? Or a murder, a suicide and a "natural" death? One murderer or more? Does the answer lie in drug-dealing ? Jealousy? Blackmail? Circumstance ? There are lavender herrings aplenty to chase down through the detailed atmosphere of this busily laid-back gay resort. Meet Noah and the White Prince, the est-y Terry O'Sulli-van , yodeling / organizing Angel, Margaret and Ann, Axel and Scott, and more. Pick a suspect, any suspect… you've got at least as good a chance as drawing to an inside whatchamacallit.

While the majority of the gay visitors are not exactly community-minded — murder does tend to interfere with getting an even tan — and the investigating cop turns his smouldering Portu-gese charms more to one of the detectives than to the case, still they are affected, faggots and dykes and friends and lovers, all ultimately drawn together , community-style, to find the solution to several puzzles.

Aldyne plays fair in the convoluted classic plot styles of Ellery, the biggest Queen of them all, or the classy camp of Dame Christie, but in real time. And beyond the absorbing story and fascinating atmosphere, Cobalt is peopled with human beings, each exposed to the precise depth necessary to bring them alive and further the story line … and leave the reader wanting just a little bit more. Bring 'em on! We're tough; we can take it.

- Penni Kimmel

THE NEW OLD SOUTH

Having been a big fan of Rita Mae Brown's Rubyfruit Jungle, and having been slightly disappointed with Six of One, I had mixed feelings about her new novel, Southern Discomfort (Harper & Row; 1982; 250 pages; $13.50) before I even opened the book. Rubyfruit Jungle had managed to capture my attention from the very first paragraph; Six of One had not. Too often the reading public is confronted with novelists who have one good book inside them and publish four more. But on the other hand, too many readers expect every book by a particular writer to strike the same responsive chord; not allowing for possible deviations from what the reader will perceive as the 'norm'.

Southern Discomfort is an absolute delight, from beginning to end. Brown writes about the south with such an incisive understanding that what emerges are characters filled with real life instead of stuffed with Spanish Moss. No festering swamps here; Brown lets the sun come up each morning and exposes her creations in clearly-defined relief. ades in the lives of a number of highly individual people living in Montgomery, Alabama beginning in 1918. The various social strata runs from the town matriarch to side street whores. There are both blacks and whites, sometimes segregated, sometimes not. While Brown weaves wonderful narratives in which her characters meet, love, and depart; she also examines the social issues of then and infuses them with the social proclivities of now. Perhaps it's only possible to see the past in the context of the present; how these characters lived very much shapes how we live (even those of us who do not live in the south).

But Brown's great achievement in Southern Discomfort is her willingness to people her fictional history with identifiable stereotypes. In a closeted historic south there were lesbians, child molesters: there was incest, inter-racial relationships; there were feminists — the great lesson of the past may well be that while everything has changed, nothing has changed.

Brown writes with a concise, bold regard for her story and her intentions. But she also creates this probably-mythical landscape "Between garbage and The Gulf" with compassion, humor, understanding, humor and a great deal of humor. She's provocative but she's even funnier.

Brown is also one of those women who is accused by insensitive male critics of "writing like a man," a label as offensive as calling the books between Rubyfruit Jungle and Southern Discomfort insular feminist writing. A lot of women may well dislike this new book because it is so radically different from all that has come before. But too many readers may overlook it because their experience with Rita Mae Brown, to date, has lead them to expect a certain kind of writing. I am probably taking the long way around saying Ms. Brown writes much better than most men who have achieved a more conventional reputation. Not only can she tell a damn good story damn well, but when it comes to how she tells the story—she is in the front row. It isn't fair to say that Ms. Brown writes like a man, or that her new book is "better" than her others—she has told this story the way it could best be told, and that is the stunning achievement at hand. You can like Southern Southern Discomfort covers two dec- Discomfort regardless of your sex or politics because those things (sex and politics) are simply not an issue.

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CON RAP

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prisoner listing, as we have received a great deal of mail from prisoners wishing to correspond with other men on the outside.

PRISONERS

Lonely gay white prisoner, 6'1", 175 lbs., brown wavy hair, needs letters from sincere people to help him through his crisis of incarceration. Frank E. Specie, 165-044, Box 69, London, OH 43140.

I would like correspondence. Jerry Hos-kins , 257062, Box 520, Walla Walla, WA 99362.

I will answer all letters from any age or race. Am 22, 5'6", Black male. Arthur Wynn, Jr., 152-222, Box 45699, Lucas-ville , OH 45699.

I am only receiving mail from my family and would like to establish a meaningful relationship or just a friendship. I am a gay white male, 25, blue eyes and brown hair, 165 lbs. David E. Morgan, 139-664, Box 45699, Lucasville, OH 45699.

I am a 21-year-old gay white male. Bobby J. Fabian, 70797, Camp J, Cuda 4, 2L, Angola, LA 70712.

24-year-old white male in prison wishes to correspond with all intelligent and informed individuals with discriminating tastes and ideals. Would like to write to TV's and anyone with mutual interests on the East Coast. I like exotica of all sorts. Feel free to send a photo. Dan Mayle, 161-090, Box 69, London, OH 43140.

Young white male, brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", 180 lbs., have been into bodybuilding for 3 years, love nature and would love to hear from beautiful people. Will answer all letters. Ronnie Craft, 151-503, Box 69, London, OH 43140.

I am 25 years old, 6'2", 207 lbs., brown hair and eyes. I like outdoor activities, horseback riding, swimming and camping . I am not a violent person. I am doing time for a bad check charge. Robert L. Ravenscraft, 164-601, Box 69, London, OH 43140. respond with someone on the outside. I am a very sincere man, honest, 28 years old, 125 lbs., 5'4". I will answer all letters. Ronald Banks, 160-508, Box 45699, Lucasville, OH 45699.

Black gay man, 26, 6', 165 lbs., brown eyes, mustache, trim beard, athletic build, intelligent, educated and sincere. Would like to correspond with any and all individuals. Will answer all letters. James E. Robinson, 157-783, Box 45699, Lucasville, OH 45699.

Black male, 25, 139 lbs., 5'81 / 2", caring and honest, seeks correspondence with down to earth gays. Clarence Edward Champion, 151-707, Box 45699, Lucas-ville , OH 45699.

I am 28 years old, brown hair and eyes, 140 lbs., 5'7", and enjoy most everything . I would like to write someone so I don't lose touch with the outside world. Will respond to all letters. Carl Ruttan, C26736, California Men's Colony , Box A, San Luis Obispo, CA 93409. am an inmate on death row. I have no one to write to. I am 38, 6'2", 188 lbs., a Leo, brown hair and eyes. Ron Bishop. 35804 6-3-B-11, Box B, Florence, AZ 85232.

I am a 30-year-old Black male, 6', 196 lbs., brown eyes, 7" cock, and am Greek active. I'm dominant but versatile. Our mail is censored, so I would like clean letters. G.N. Manuel, Rt. 1 Box 400, Jay, FL 32565. am 30 years old, 6', 170 lbs., Cherokee Indian and Spanish, brown hair and green eyes. Eddie Lopes, 148-145, Box 45699, Lucasville, OH 45699.

Gay white prisoner would like to receive mail. I'm 26, 5'7", 145 lbs., black hair, blue eyes and goodlooking. I work out, jog, and like sports. Will answer all. William Bowman, 157-594, Lucasville, OH 45699.

I am a white male, blue eyes, black hair and moustache, 6', 190 lbs., very muscular, into weight lifting, dark complexion, gay, and dominant. All letters will be answered. Clifford Jones, 160-566, Box 69, London, OH 43140.

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DRUMMER ON FILM

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DAS BOOT and CIRCLE OF DECEIT get our attention

THE NEW CRUSADES

"With Beirut, an old dream disappears , that of the Orient. The Orient no longer exists. Actually, it never did exist. It was only a dream of the West."

It is 1980, during the war in Leba-non , that a West German journalist speaks those words to another foreign journalist in Volker Schlondorff's Circle of Deceit. In his first film since The Tin Drum, Schlondorff again explores the effects of war on an individual.

In Circle of Deceit everything is too painfully real. Using a combination of fictional narrative and artificial documentary , Schlondorff offers up a West German reporter sent on assignment to Beirut to bring back an insider's look at the Palestinian uprising. But, since this is more a look at individual perception than a straightforward political track, there are complications. The journalist, Georg, played by Bruno Ganz, faces his assignment almost as an escape from a doomed relationship where hostility is manifest in every day interactions. On the morning when he is to leave for Lebanon, when he and his wife are caught mid-argument by one of their children, they begin a quick ritual of seduction in front of the child as if the violence of the sex act could mask the violence of their own paranoia.

If objectivity is lacking in his personal life, he contends that it must be strongest in his professional persona. The cynicism of his traveling companion and photographer (played by the director Jerzy Skolimowski) seems alien to him. Headquartered in a bomb-scarred Holiday Inn with the rest of the world's foreign press, Georg and Hoffman begin their descent into the inferno. All around them the city rages with fighting , And in reality Schlondorff filmed Circle of Deceit with actual warfare going on sometimes only a few blocks away. But everything in the film was created for the film - at no point was the ongoing war used as a prop or backdrop .

There is no particular bias to Schlon-dorff's film. While sometimes it appears to be pro-Palestinian, the particular merits of the Palestinian situation are so unnecessary to the story that there are as many bad guys on one side as on the other.

But to complicate Georg's own rite of manhood, Schlondorff has him cross now living in Beirut - the widow of a paranoia. wealthy Lebanese. When Georg comes to visit her, she is also living in the midst of the war, her Oriental house echoes with the rapid fire of submachine guns. She and her dead husband's sister are figures in a firey void; perhaps safe. When a small dinner turns to seduction, the sister retires to the veranda to take her meal and watch the fighting and explosions , like some grim parody of the Fourth of July. As the bullets seem to be on the verge of blasting into the house, Georg and Ariane crawl across the floor towards the bedroom, groping

The great sense of danger present in Circle of Deceit is never overstated. Instead , it creeps in from the beginning like a shadow that follows Georg and the rest of the characters. When that presence of danger becomes an overwhelming threat, Georg reacts. It is more horrible, and more profound, than the war itself.

There is such an evenhandedness to Circle of Deceit that one is reminded of Apocalypse Now; indeed Coppola's influence on cinema seems to have completely emerged. But Schlondorff's another metaphor of sex and violence, like ground troops inching their way to an enemy target.

When Georg begins to question himself , his objectivity, his perception, answers do not come in a blinding flash. Subtle metaphors in the film build towards what will be the transformation : a letter to his wife back in Ger-many that we are never quite sure he has sent, his growing love for Ariane (played by Hanna Schygulla) which almost seems a cliche save for the effortless way it is woven into the story without once overpowering the already brant and exacting use of the electronic media. Fictional scenes created to look like television broadcasts are so authentic that there is a disclaimer preceeding the film. Rather then jar the viewer, the visual manipulations in Circle of Deceit add up to a wartime experience that is a complete whole.

Bruno Ganz and Hanna Schygulla, while they are known to American audiences, are major talents in the European cinema. They play off each other extremely well, and the opportunity to see them work together is not to be missed.

- John W. Rowberry

GRAY WOLVES DOWN

Wolfgang Petersen may well have created the jewel of the new German cinema with his historic military saga, Das Boot (The Boat). But even beyond such an acclaim, he has opened the pages on a whole new genre of film that have heretofore been socially and politically impossible.

Das Boot is the first contemporary German film about WWII with a heroic theme. Based on the novel by Lothar-Gunther Buchheim, which is itself semi-autobiographical, Das Boot is the story of one of the infamous German U- boats that haunted the North Atlantic during the war - wrecking havoc and destruction to the British fleet.

U-96, the boat on which the film takes place, was reconstructed from the original specifications, down to the last detail. The film was then shot, using a hand-held camera mounted on a gyroscope to maintain balance, aboard the reconstruction. U-boats were slightly wider than the reach of a man's outstretched arms. Everything was constructed in a straight line from bow to stern. Crews numbered about fifty, with no shower and only one toilet. Food and supplies hung from overhead pipes. They resembled iron coffins more than they did their offsprings, the modern submarine.

Das Boot maintains an air of claustrophobia , not only with the cramped, unyielding interior of the U-boat, but as an overall theme. While this is a never-seen look at the below-deck life of the German underwater soldier, it is also one of the most powerful anti-war messages ever to come cloaked in the guise of a great macho adventure. And as an adventure, it stands with the best of them.

The patrol of U-96 is from its port of occupied New Rochelle, France to the French-Atlantic coast. Underwater months at a time, the cramped, dehi-bilitating existence of the crew is only broken by an outbreak of crabs and an occasional taboo joke about the Nazi High Command. Group activities, other than the constant watching and waiting, are reduced to singing popular battle songs of the enemy.

When a military engagement comes, it is a spectacular carnal feast — a convoy of British tankers silently creeping across the night waters. After two or three dead-on hits, the U-boat is surprised by a destroyer armed with ultrasonic tracking devices. The long, harrowing route of outmanouvering and outdistancing the superior destroyer takes the U-boat into its most critical moments. As the destroyer unleashes its depth charges, we are, like the crew, trapped aboard a potential coffin wracked with the blinding suddenness of a direct hit; of death from above.

On board U-96 is a journalist from the propaganda newspapers who has been assigned to cover the patrol and write about the glorious deeds of Ger-many's real war heros. This side of the war is as alien to him as it will be for the bulk of the film's audience. It is his recording of the events on U-96 that form the story, although it is not a film seen through one character's perspective . The development the film follows is that of the ship's captain (played by Jurgen Prochnow, who also starred in Petersen's film about homosexuals in contemporary German society , The Consequence) - and the disillusion of the war comes through his own metamorphosis.

Although Das Boot has only recently opened in Germany, it is already something of a legend. It swept the country like wildfire, capturing both the complete attention of the public and lavish praise from the critics. Every word of it is deserved. Das Boot is an eloquent and deeply moving film on the one hand, and a romantic war adventure of epic proportions on the other. It is a perfect marriage of 'message' and 'art.'

- John W. Rowberry

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LONDON LETTER

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English Leather from our man overseas

Some of the ridiculous depths to which leather clubs in this country sometimes stoop never ceases to amaze even me. For example, this year the Spreadeagle club of London (this country's number two) is playing host to the annual general meeting of the European Confederation of Motor Sports Clubs. Consequently, London will be full of representatives from every leather club in Europe. And a full itinerary of events has been organized for the weekend. So what you might ask yourself was the first event that Spread-eagles came up with to entertain their European leather guests. Well, believe it or not and I assure you it's true, one of the highlights of this special bang was an exhibition of embroidery, needlework and petit point! I must admit when I first heard I thought someone was pulling my leg. But having checked the information out, I find out that it was their president's idea. Fortunately, saner members put a stop to the idea. What infuriates me is that they even discussed it. What the fuck has that got to do with leather clubs? I approached their president, Gerald, with the idea of doing a full column in Drummer about their club but he told me with a mere wave of a hand that the club was already well enough known in America and they didn't need anything like Drummer to pulicize their organization. My only comment to that is: Bollocks, if the only thing they can think of for a ra nchy leather weekend is fucking needlework, they need all the help they can get …

Spent a pleasant evening out the other week with Bill Ward, Drummer's own raunchy illustrator. We were taken out for dinner by the editor of Zipper, Britain's number one gay magazine. We went to a small restaurant called La Routiere, which is in Camden Lock, north London. I'd never been there before but can thoroughly recommend it for eats if you're visiting London. Also at Camden, you can get on a barge and sail up and down the canals. You can have a meal too on the boat. Makes for a pleasant and unusual way to look at London.

As I mentioned in my last column, Heaven was about to reopen the Eagle bar, London's only commercial leather bar. I went in last week a couple of times and could see no sign of the Eagle rising from its ashes. On the contrary, the bar now seems to look like a rather tatty Spanish villa with mock cardboard arches everywhere. All it really needs now is some green plastic ivy and a couple of moustachioed, aproned waiters with guitars to set the place off perfectly. However, David Inches, Heaven's general manager keeps assuring me it will happen. And I await news with baited jockstrap.

At least one part of Heaven is well organized and running well. That is London Blues, a uniform and denim club. They meet there every Wednesday and Friday and is really one of the cruisiest places in town. In the next couple of months, I'll be devoting the whole of one of my columns to this go-ahead club. At least, they're not afraid of publicity …

If you remember a couple of issues back, I was saying that one of London's chicken-type bars had closed down. It was called Scandals and was situated in Leicester Square - close to Subway. And although chickens aren't my scene, any gay club that closes down upsets me. Anyway, good news: it's reopening and is to be called the Number Fifty Club. Understandably, it's address is 50 Frith Street, W1. It is being run by the same management as that at the Arts and Battledress Club in Wardour Street, W1. The A & B Club, as it's affectionately known, is London's oldest gay club and I'm told was very popular during the war with American servicemen. It's only a very small place and opens at seven in the evening. It's well worth a visit before going on to the theatre for cocktails. It's up an endless flight of stairs, so take your oxygen mask with you!

Many of you who are used to cruising American style and enjoy the freedom that that gives you, ought to be warned about police harrassment in this country. In the latest copies of our two gay newspapers, Gay News and Capital Gay, there are a number of stories of guys being caught for outside cruising and cottaging. One of the most famous outside cruising grounds in London is the Old Brompton Cemetary in Earls Court, just along the road from the Coleherne. And it's been the subject of a lot of police activity recently so it's best to forget it … that's what I always tell my friends anyway. And the same goes really for London cottages (tearooms ), especially at mainline railway stations.

London's newest pub venue is Harpoon Louie's in the Earls Court Road, West London. Again, it has been refurbished in 'American style' and even has air conditioning. Like the Copa-cabana disco below, it's very cruisey. It has cabaret every night with big star names on Mondays and Thursdays, when admission is charged. The rest of the week, you get in free. It has the added attraction (in summer) of a fairly large garden at the back.

- Bryan Derbyshire

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IN PASSING

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We complained about no flesh in Flash and we got some

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CONTRIBUTING EDITORS: Terrance Sagan, Robert Payne, Larry Townsend, Aaron Travis, Frank O'Rourke, Charles Musgrave PHOTOGRAPHERS: Robert Pruzan, Wolfgang, Rink, Terry Photo, Zeus, Target, Roy Dean, Reflex Studio, Gerhard Pohl, Victor Arimondi, Mike Arlen ARTISTS: Cavelo, Bill Ward, Matt, Musgrave, Etienne, Kent Robert

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