back through intense physical and psychic experiences. He offers and I take and in my taking I give back to him. We meet on another plane, another reality. There is no yesterday, no tommorow, only life as we experience it second by second.

The camera has always been part of that intense interaction, a funny sort of orgasm. With film I mirror him back, I draw him out and out of our reality we create fantasy for ourselves and others. Jack-off fantasy for both the body and the mind. Intense. Obsessed. I wonder at the fear and fascination that these images set off in other people. I wonder at how far I have come from my midwest middleclass adolescence…

He carries my duffel bag without my directing him to do so. He knows respect in action and attitude is far more important than a thousand shallow Yes, Sir's. So he offers me respect as a full time gift. In return I take him to places that no one else can. And so a piece of him belongs to me that no one else can touch- no matter where he lives, no matter whom he lives with.

"He offers me respect as a full time gift. In return I take him to places that no one else can."

Some lessons he requests from me because he knows he needs them. Others I create. For this lesson we will per- form a magic bondage ritual for a friend and two filmmakers. He turns on to my photographing him because the photographs come out of our shared sexual explorations. He is concerned that outside energy will affect his hard dick energy. I know that once we start the actual physical restraint I will be able to focus his energy through me. I also have faith in his dick. With a mind of its own, it tells me how good he feels.

It is just one more step in the training. One more exploration of the trust that has been built between us. In making himself vulnerable to me, he discovers how much I care for him and in return how deep his love for me is. Each time we play we stake out new territory. Sometimes it is physical. Sometimes I fuck his head. For me it is usually a combination of the two.

We set up and arrange our play space together. Bondage is not something that I do to him. It's an exploration that we embark upon together.

"Undress." I could have taken his

clothes away from him, but I didn't. The turn-on for me is to take what I want, because it all is freely given. My ropes are laid out like a sacrament and I flash on my ropes as ritual totems, embued with my energy. My magic is released through them; they are my hands, my energy, my way of touching and holding him all over, all at once.

And I like holding him and he likes to be held. Like complementary yin / yang we fold into each other's curves. He has strong ethnic good looks and a flush of dark hair which I stroke. I want him to feel me and know me through my hands. So I feed him some energy. Lightly stroking, the feel of his swaying and gently shivering feeds me the energy back. We focus our energy on one another and toss it back and forth, set up a current. Making him sit on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, I oil and massage him: back, shoulder, head, tits and cock. First with my hands, then leather gloves, and then with a hand-held vibrator.

We are dealing with layers of energy that are built one upon the next. Slowly,

"My magic is released through my ropes; they are my way of touching and holding him all over, all at once." bit by bit, I want him to give himself over to me. The control is transferred, the balance shifts and he yields more and more. In touching him, I can feel the tenseness in his muscles begin to float away. The pressure of job, bills and taxes slowly melt away and are left behind so that we can enter a new space together. His nipples- large and firm- his jock-strap bulging with increasing dick- are fair game for my play. Slowly I build the amount of stimulation that he soaks up. Squeezing, twisting, gently stroking-building up, pulling back just when his body begins to arch and tense, and then building up once again. I want to take him on a trip with me. To take him right to the edge of the cliff and dangle him over the edge. To see the look in his eyes: turn-on, terror, lust and desire. But for right now he is with me, right with me, step by step.

I want him to feel, not see and think, but just feel. I gently pull a stocking bandage over his head and, piece by piece, create a form-fitting hood for him out of duct tape. Sticky, silver, almost like something out of a sci-fi movie, the mask goes on him one piece at a time. As

from him. Only part of the moan is physical ; even more of it is the psychological realization of what he is giving up. His eves are covered, his mouth is covered. tape runs in a line from under his chin to the top of his head making speech and movement of his mouth difficult. Only his nose sticks out from the silver mask. There isn't a rope on his body and yet there is nowhere for him to go. It is irreversible. By allowing his head to be contained, taped, controlled, boxed-in by me, he has given up his body and spirit to me. I like that. It reminds me of a novitiate in marriage to his godhead-but with pagan, dark, mysterious sparks of energy.

Like a blind man he feels his way to the center of the bed and lays on his back on shiny black leather. He lays waiting expectantly and I let him lay for a while- heating up the leather, heating up my vision. And he is quite a vision- silver head, jockstrap, shit-kicker lace-up hiking boots, and body glistening with mineral oil. His breathing is deep and strong with waves of stimulation coming over him- a heater roars from above and bright lights for of leather: leather shoe grease used to shine the leather hide, mineral oil-drift past his nose.

With his head like a mummy's I lean close and talk and whisper to him. "Relax, little boy. Let go. Sink down into the mattress as far as you can. Let it go. Let the tension flow down your body and out from your feet.'

I can see the remaining tensions released and I exhort him to listen to my voice, to focus on my energy, to look out into the darkness in front of his eyes as if it were a dark room and to be an explorer into the darkness.

While I plug energy into his tits and his dick I hold my leather glove over his nose so that he can breathe in my smells with every breath. Slowly I tighten my hold over his one contact with the outside world and feel his nostrils under the smooth leather of my gloves.

"Breathe deep, little boy. Take me in." He breathes deeper and stronger. His arms are free and he could push my hands away, but instead he relaxes into my energy.

"Good, little one." I relax my hold on and kiss him tenderly. I photograph him laying on the bed, alive, moving, feeling-really feeling. The click of the camera causes a series of low groans from my little boy. He can only imagine what he looks like, but he knows what he is feeling. If I can even come close to what is flowing through his body the pictures will be another chapter of dream fantasy for us to share with the world.

It is time to step up the stimulation so I take out my ropes and begin to lay lines of energy across his body, starting from screw-eyes in the floor down below the bed. I start in the middle of the rope and tie knots in different places down the double length. The ropes caress and curve under his thighs and then snake down his legs. Additional ropes come up from the sides of the bed. I pull them through the double line of rope running down my little boy's body and then back out to the sides of the bed. They create diamond shapes running down his chest and the ropes flowing out to the sides of the bed emphasize the natural mounds of his chest muscles and the ripples of his abdomen. Part of the turn-on for me

come from creating visual fantasies out of deserted gardens and years of dance training. Each additional line of rope across his body is another line of heat, maybe even hot ice.

At intervals I talk to him, whisper, exhort, flatter, jerk off verbally in his ear, weave dream fantasies as tangled and tight as the ropes that twist and wind around his wiry lean body. The web around him grows tighter and stronger. The lines of energy interlace back and forth so that every time he moves any part of his body he feels the pull somewhere else.

And I whisper through silver into his ear, "Move, little one, move for me. Let me see you move in your web." And then he begins to move. The ropes may look pretty to some but if they are not real, they do not hold. If they cannot secure what you want to treasure, they are no good. And so he moves.

Each time he moves he learns what range of motions he has left. Each step limits his motions a bit more and a bit more. That realization seems to engorge and harden his cock more and more until it looks like some ripe flower about to blossom. For me the erotic vision of him alive and moving in my ropes is a mental hard-on. It also teaches me where the bondage is working and where it needs to be reinforced. It gives me the next step to be followed, the next line to be laid.

Up til now his cock has been struggling to get out of its jockstrap prison. It seems that everything I do simply makes it pulse and grow larger. So now I release it and watch it bounce and throb. I use a six foot leather cord, a gift from another bondge master, to tie up his dick and balls and weave back and forth between the rope on his body and his dick.

And now I am nailed to the wall. This is really a vision of someone obsessed and blessed as he moves in his ropework . This is not a spider's victim caught in a web, but the renaissance man who was squared in the circle to represent the natural form of the universe. If possible his dick gets harder and its color grows deeper. We are now on a path from which there is no retreat. And so I dangle him over the cliff- my hand the only thing keeping him from possible damage. I put alligator clips on his tits and use a hand vibrator on his restrained and tied dick. There is nothing that he can do but feel. And so every once in a while I take the clips off and put them back on with a snap to take him one step higher. I can tell by how he moves that he is lost in a whirlpool of sensation— of smells and feelings, lines of fire that crisscross every part of his body from his head to his feet. A fire that grows hotter and hotter until he is consumed in the heat of its passion, like a star that explodes and becomes a black hole.

He is not the only one that has been affected by the passion. My breathing is just as high and for a moment I collapse and lay on and with him until our brea- thing comes down a step.

But this is not the end. The undoing is as important as the tying. The sighs that come from him as the lines of energy are loosened and released make my dick hard again and send me visions of our just-climaxed trip back through my mind. As each rope is taken off, it is re-rolled so that we end exactly where we started.

We are amazed and pleasured at the depths to which our relationship has developed. After a rest and talk, we pack and he again carries my gear for me.

"Thank you, Sir."

In the dark, exhausted, having taken not only his energy but my own energy right to the limit, I relive and visualize once again our exchange. And when my mind flips out on what we will explore next, our next lesson, I explode. The pictures that you see here are the result, the final climax of our trip.

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Doug grunted acknowledgement, enjoying the command and savoring the warm firm flesh. Stiffening the tip of his tongue, he ran it up and down the underside of Chuck's dick.

"Ooooooh!" Chuck moaned. "I see you've found what you do best! You oughta be a pro. You could make yourself a lot of money. Maybe I oughta put you out to work for me.'

Doug felt happy that he was satisfying his new master when, suddenly, Chuck began to surge his body back and forth, thrusting his cock swiftly in Doug's sensitive mouth. It seemed that Chuck was in a hurry to reach a climax. Doug attempted to lick and suck, but Chuck was pumping his cock furiously back and forth in Doug's mouth. The muscles of Doug's cheeks began to ache as the cock in his mouth became rigidly hard. Then, feeling Chuck's hands grip the sides of hs head, he felt his mouth begin to fill with warm smooth cum.

'Swallow it, slave!" Chuck ordered, and when Doug did so gladly, Chuck pulled his cock roughly out of Doug's mouth. Then, rising abruptly from the stool, Chuck reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.

"I guess that just about does it, faggot," he sneered, wiping his cock as he sauntered over to the hook where Doug had hung his jeans. Taking them off the hook, he proceeded to remove Doug's car keys and wallet. Putting the keys in his pocket, he let the jeans fall to the floor while he searched the wallet.

Shocked at what was happening, Doug struggled against the bonds that held him to the crate which, he noted, was bolted to the floor.

"Hey!" Chuck grinned gleefully. "Let's see here. You got nearly a hundred bucks here! Musta just got paid, ugh? Well, it's not much, but it's better than nothin'," and, taking the money out, he tossed the wallet to the floor and reached in his back pocket for his own. Slipping the hills inside he concluded: "I'll probably get a few hundred more for that new little sports job you got parked behind the trailer," and, walking to the wall, he reached for his undershirt and took down a few of the pieces of paraphenalia hanging there. Then, turning with a grin, he said: "Enjoy that butt plug I got up your ass, faggot. It'll help make you feel like the big asshole you already are!"

As he left the room, Doug's heart sank with disbelief, and he felt like he wanted to bawl.

"FREEZE!" He heard a strong voice outside the door suddenly exclaim. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! DON'T MOVE! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" A minute later Doug could hear the sound of handcuffs being opened and closed. "Okay," the voice ordered, "let's go inside."

When the door opened, Doug saw Chuck with his hands secured behind his back, followed by two men, one in a tan-colored uniform and the other in faded jeans and a cotton sportshirt. The shoulder patch on the uniformed officer read SANTA LARA POLICE.

"Against the wall," the uniformed officer ordered Chuck who obeyed with icy contempt.

"Take the keys out of his pocket and the money out of his wallet he just stole," said the officer in jeans, a tall, trim, brown-haired fellow, about 35. "In the meantime, I'll take care of the happy victim here." Taking a hunting knife from a case on his belt, he cut the leather constraints about Doug's wrists and legs. Feeling suddenly sick to his stomach, Doug was grateful the officer was gentle in removing the plug from his rectum.

"Okay," he said to Doug. "Pull up your briefs and put your clothes back on.'

Standing up, Doug looked heartsick into the officer's clear blue eyes. "Am I under arrest, too?" he asked, his voice catching

"We'll see," replied the officer sharply. "We're going to expected, or wanted. take you to the station and see what the Chief says."

Dressing quickly, Doug watched with a drying mouth as the officer reached behind him and took a pair of handcuffs from his belt. Submissively, Doug placed his hands behind his back but the officer secured his hands in front of him.

"Okay," he said, leading Doug by the upper arm. "Let's go."

No one said a word as the four of them walked to the front of the property. When they reached Doug's car, the uniformed officer handed his plainclothes partner the keys to Doug's car and the money Chuck had stolen. Then he led Chuck to the black and white patrol car parked in the driveway.

Unlocking the door on the passenger's side, the plain-clothes officer let Doug get in, then got behind the wheel on the driver's side and started the motor. "Nice little car you have here," he said, following the patrol car off the property and onto the country road.

"I got it just a month ago," Doug replied. "I thought I'd lost it."

"We'll talk about it at the station, okay?" the officer said. "In the meantime, what's your name?"

"Doug Ellis."

"And where are you from, Doug?" the officer asked.

"Los Angeles," Doug replied. "And how old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"I'm Sergeant Johnson, Doug, Bill Johnson of the Santa Lara Police Department," the officer explained. "We're going to get along just fine."

Doug glanced at the handcuffs about his wrists and his head slumped to his chest. This wasn't at all what he

When they reached the small, single storied police and fire station on a side street off the main drag, Sgt. Johnson parked the car in the parking lot outside the door and dropped the keys in Doug's shirt pocket.

"It's not a very big place, is it?" Doug remarked, trying to fight down the mounting fear inside him.

"It houses our police and fire departments," the sergeant explained. "We have a total of eight policemen: a chief, a sergeant, five patrolmen and one motor officer." Getting out of the car and opening the door on the passenger side, he said: "Let's go inside."

Led by the arm again, Doug walked with the sergeant into a small hallway off which opened a small office with three desks, some filing cabinets and a police radio. At the end of the short hallway stood open a heavy steel door leading into a room with two empty jail cells. Behind one of the desks, near the radio, sat a tall, heavy-set uniformed man with thinning reddish hair and grey-green eyes. Doug figured him to be a man in his early 40's.

"Chief," said the sergeant, leading Doug in. "I have here a young man by the name of Doug Ellis from L.A. who we found naked and bound in the barn at Danner's place just as suspect Charles Sloan was about to leave him robbed and abandoned.'

"Did George take Sloan to Carlton?" the Chief asked gruffly. "The judge is there today. We can have him arraigned at once."

"Yes, sir, he did," replied the sergeant. "Said he'd get Gonzales to ride with him."

'Okay, now, about this guy," said the Chief shortly. "Med-ford wants to write him a citation for exceeding the speed

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limit into town."

Doug wondered if the motorcycle cop had seen him.

"Okay, Chief, said the sergeant, pulling up a chair for Doug and himself. "How do you want to handle this?"

Leaning forward in his chair and folding his hands together on the desk before him, the Chief looked Doug squarely in the eyes. "Well, first of all, Mr. Ellis," he explained, "the reason you were not cited right away by Officer Medford is because we were waiting for you, or someone like you, to come into town. Seems this Sloan fellow ran an ad in one of the gay magazines, inviting unsuspecting gays to come out to what he inferred was his ranch. It's not his ranch. It's a piece of old ranch property that's currently in litigation. He's been using the barn to entertain, you might say, his visitors, during which time he's been pilfering their wallets and cars, known or unbeknown to them, certain they'd never complain to us about him. Well, one of them did, and we notice lately he's been more cagey. He's been almost impossible to catch because we never know what day he's going to have someone like you come out. So we posted Officer Medford at the entrance to town to watch for strange incoming cars. You looked like a likely suspect so we followed you out to the old Danner place.'

"We saw you looking around the place, Doug," the sergeant interposed, "then saw Sloan arrive. He drove by the place after spotting your car in the driveway, then turned around and came back, being certain to look around to see if anyone was watching. We had our patrol car hidden in the bushes and were watching him with binoculars. Then we saw you meet, and you moved your car to the back of the trailer beside his truck, out of sight. We guessed he was about to pull his last job, and followed you into the barn. If you recall, he even said he may get a few hundred dollars for your brand new car. He planned to leave you there because he figured the game was up. We caught him just in time."

'Oh, brother!" Doug despaired. "Do I ever feel like a fool!

I'll sure be happy to pay that ticket."

"Could I see the Sloan file you have there, Chief?" the sergeant asked and, when the Chief handed him a manila folder, he opened it and read aloud: "Like a Day in the Country?' it says here. 'Tall rancher has barn for guys into discipline'." He thought a moment. "You know, Chief, I was just thinking. If we have this violation Medford hasn't cited Doug for yet, and the judge won't be in town till next week, seems a shame to have him drive all the way back to L.A., just to pay a fine when maybe we could work something out with him now.'

The Chief studied the sergeant quizically. "The issuing of a citation is really a form of discipline intended to teach the violator to be more cautious and considerate of others," he explained.

Right!" Johnson agreed. "Now Doug here is still a young fellow and wants, I'm sure, to keep his record clear. On the other hand, he certainly owes the law something."

"Yes, he does," the Chief nodded seriously "What do you suggest, Sergeant?" "Well, Chief," the sergeant offered, leaning back in his chair and slipping his thumbs behind the belt of his jeans, "we have an empty jail in there. If Doug has no objections to submitting himself to some old-fashioned country justice, maybe we could wrap this matter up to everyone's satisfaction."

Looking at Doug, the Chief inquired: "How do you feel about that, Mr. Ellis?"

Doug swallowed hard, finding it difficult to keep from looking away from the Chief's steady gaze. "Well, sir," he said, "after all you've done for me, I guess I not only deserve it, but would be grateful to you for it."

"All right then," the Chief replied, clapping his hands DRUMMER 30 together. "Why don't you go with Sergeant Johnson and I'll be along in a few minutes.

Getting up from his chair, the Sergeant placed a firm hand about the base of Doug's neck. "The prisoner will rise and come this way, please," he instructed and, as Doug did so, the sergeant led him out of the small administrative office and into the two-celled room at the end of the hall. Pulling the steel door closed behind them, he then unlocked the cuffs about Doug's wrists.

"I guess the cell on the right will do," he said, indicating for Doug to enter. "If you'll just slip out of all your clothes and hand them to me, I'll put them in the other one."

When Doug had done so, standing naked, he began to shiver. The sergeant entered the cell and was replacing the cuffs just as the steel door opened and a tall, burly motorcycle officer in boots, helmet and glasses strode in.

"HEY!" he shouted. "I'm told I'm just in time for the execution."

"Meatface," Johnson exclaimed, "why aren't you out there fighting crime?"

"I radioed this one in for you, didn't I?" he questioned, pointing at Doug.

"Yeah, you did, and a good thing, too," Johnson answered. "We followed him out to Danner's place, and that creep had this little guy hogtied out in the barn and was makin' him suck him off." And looking at Doug, he added: "And while you were a little scared, you were trying to enjoy it, weren't you, Doug?'

"Oo-wee!" hooted the officer. "He likes to suck, does he?"

"I was a little scared, all right," Doug admitted.

The motor officer removed his gloves and, leaning against the bars with one hand, slipped the other into the back pocket of his britches. With a grin, he said: "You got him to opt for a whippin', ugh? Mind if I watch?"

"Not gettin' a little kinky, are you, Meatface?" Johnson asked, locking the cuffs around Doug's wrists.

"Naw!" retorted the towering officer. "Not me! There's nothin' wrong with me!"

The two men laughed. Presently the steel door opened again and the Chief, carrying a long leather strap with a handle, came in.

"Meatface," he ordered, "I want you to watch through that window in the door and let me know if anyone comes into the office. In the meantime, we're going to need another pair of cuffs."

"Right here!" the officer responded, handing the Chief a pair of cuffs from a leather case on his Sam Browne. Then he peered out the window of the heavy steel door.

The Chief handed them to Johnson through the bars.

"All clear!" the officer said.

"Okay, Doug," Johnson ordered, "I want you to lay across the cot for me with your knees on the floor.'

Getting down on his knees, Doug spread his arms and chest across the width of the cot. When he was properly positioned , he felt the sergeant secure his ankles together with the other pair of restraints.

"All right, Sergeant," the Chief instructed, handing John-son the strap. "You may now begin to discipline the prisoner.'

'How many shall I give him, Chief?" the sergeant asked. "Oh, go easy on him for awhile," the Chief suggested, "then step it up. Let him worry a little. Remember, he's being punished, not entertained. We'll know when he's had enough.

"That's right," Johnson agreed, positioning himself behind Doug. "He's broken the law. He's here for a good police whipping— not some fag woodshed fantasy!"

"That's a mean-lookin' strap you got there," Meatface

remarked. "Where the hell did you get that?"

"It's an old jail strap for disciplining incorrigibles," the Chief replied, standing with his legs apart, his arms folded across his chest. "Been around for years. Guess the last time we used it was on the two Langdon boys. Their old man couldn't handle them and they got to vandalizin' the town one night. We brought them in here and told their dad we might have just the thing to straighten those kids out. Either that or we'd take them before the judge. He said: go ahead. I'll tell you, we used that strap on each of them and you've never seen two sweeter-dispositioned country boys around here since!"

"Oh, wow!" Doug moaned as they started to laugh and, shoving his face in the mattress of the cot, he braced himself just as the first swat of the heavy leather strap struck him full across the bare behind.

"Hey! Ain't that a lovely sound?" Meatface asked as Doug felt the second across his thighs.

"Especialy when you know the prisoner has to endure it!" the Chief replied.

Johnson swung the strap more sharply, first across one buttock, then the other. Doug began to gasp with pain. As Johnson strapped him harder across both buttocks, Doug's body bounced in reaction. Stepping up the tempo, Johnson lay the full width of the strap heavily onto his thighs. Doug's whole behind began to burn, and when the strap struck the same spot more than once, Doug couldn't help from crying out: "Oh, God, that hurts!" and dreading the next blow.

"Poor bastard!" Meatface exclaimed. "While I'm enjoying

"His choice," the Chief replied. "He could have seen the judge if he wanted to. He chose what he's getting."

"Bet he wishes he'd thought twice about answerin' that ad," the motor officer laughed.

"Maybe not," the Chief despaired. "This could be exactly what he's wanted for a long, long time.'

Johnson paused to massage Doug's buttocks. The wide palm of his hand felt warm and soothing. "He's getting pretty raw, Chief," he said. "The skin of his butt is red hot. Think he's had enough?"

"Oh, give him five more," the Chief decided. "And make them good ones!"

"Yes, sir!" Johnson replied, taking up the strap again. Clutching his hands tightly together, Doug struggled to

ONE! TWO!

THREE! "Oh, God!" he cried out, his whole body quivering.

FOUR! "Oh, wow!"

FIVE! "OH, PLEASE!" he sobbed. "PLEASE. NO MORE."

"I think we'll cut it there," the Chief said finally. "Give him back his clothes and leave him here awhile to think things over.'

Returning the strap to him, Johnson bent over to unlock the cuffs about Doug's wrists and legs. Slowly and painfully, Doug rose to his feet and, running a hand over his sore behind, saw Meatface, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his britches, shaking his head.

"I sure gotta hand it to him, Chief," he winked, as the Chief unlocked the steel door to leave. "The little guy's got guts."

"He even surprised me!" the Chief admitted, and still shaking his head, Meatface followed him out of the jail.

Going into the other cell, Johnson tossed Doug his clothes. "Take your time getting dressed," he said. "Rest up awhile, You've had a bad day."

'Could have been worse, I guess, thanks to you," said Doug.

Johnson slid the cell door shut. "Don't think too badly of the Chief," he said. "He's a family man with kids of his own, and worries about how they'll turn out. But he doesn't dig queers. He felt you deserved something, yet hates to see a young guy with no priors get into trouble. And you can bet he checked you out before he came in here!" He approached the steel door. "I didn't know how he'd take my suggestion. I was frankly surprised when he did."

Reaching for his briefs, Doug said, "Would you tell him thanks for me?"

"No," said Johnson. "You thank him yourself. He'd appre-

"Okay," Doug agreed, "and thank you too, ugh?"

"My pleasure!" Johnson grinned broadly, unlocking the door. "Rest up a bit. We'll let you out in awhile."

Later, getting in his car, Doug drove cautiously out of town, finding his eyes wanting to search the roadside for maybe a farewell glimpse of Officer Medford. He was surprised how he felt about things now, especially cops. He could see they were not any one type or kind of man. Just plain people-good and bad, tolerant and intolerant, mean and kind, but unquestionably men of authority. He especially liked Meat-face ; we wondered what sort of man he really was.

Out of the town's limits, he increased his speed and, with a happy feeling about everything he experienced that day, he made a turn along the tree-lined road when he saw a motorcycle officer pull suddenly from a trail and straddle his bike in the middle of the road.

'Officer Medford," he called out, pulling up beside him and putting the motor in neutral gear. "Not another violation?

'Naw," the heavy-jowled policeman said, placing a gloved hand on the lowered window beside Doug. "Just wanted to say I hope there's no hard feelin's anywhere."

"None whatever!" Doug acknowledged, meeting the big man's stare.

"Good!" he said, "'cause I'd kind of like you to feel you're welcome out here anytime."

"Well, I'll sure remember that," Doug replied. "Thanks very much."

"I'd kind of like to take you up around the ridge trails as my bike buddy some weekend. Would you like that? And show you some of the back country. Some real pretty country back in the hills.

Doug shrugged with surprise. "Sounds great to me, Sir." "I don't work weekends," Medford said, "and love to bike hike in my biker's gear. There's a nice secluded spot I know of where… if you suddenly got a hankerin' for a feel of a steel studded belt, I could tie you down on the seat of my bike and work your ass for you. In return for a favor or two, of course. How does that strike you?'

"Wow! I'll go for that!" Doug exclaimed, excited by the offer, "if it doesn't get us into trouble."

"No chance!" the officer assured. "Strictly private. Just you and me. I got a big, thick dick, by the way. Maybe I'll be able to open up that tight little ass of yours for you.

"I'm sure you could, sir!" Doug agreed. "Might be a little painful at first, but I'm sure you could do it!"

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Three Bulls and the RUBBERMASTER by Roger F. Mays

Roger F. Mays, better known as RFM, made an underground literary splash in the early 1970s when he self-published his Autobiography of a Masochist. Although crudely written, it was a stunning achievement, a soul-baring from a man who had come out to himself— and the world— as a masochist, recorded with raw honesty and passion. Roger F. Mays followed up with a second volume, which brought his life up to the point where he became one of the more controversial sadists in Southern California.

Roger began a small publishing company, devoted to SM. His books were printed in small runs, often plagued with technical problems (the result of having to use small printers, because of the nature of the material, who could have given a shit about the quality of the work). Roger's followers were faithful, devouring each of his novels, anthologies, and collections . He was also the first gay business to offer credit. Because his sideline, large scale SM equipment, was one that required large cash outlays, Roger instituted a "pay-as-you-play " plan that often backfired.

Roger F. Mays had, above all, an undisciplined imagination . His novels would sometimes take on situations that defied logic; a perfect example is his Three Bulls trilogy, set in Europe and the Far East of the 1900s, but filled with historic inconsistencies. But his power of descriptive persuasion was high, and his readers forgave him every mistake.

Roger F. Mays died in a car accident in late 1982, the last in Three Bulls Meet the Rubber Master, his trilogy, unpublished.

Roger was an original person. Drummer is pleased to present an excerpt from his final creation.

The story: Once upon a time, two soldiers of fortune, who were also fuck-buddies, ran into a startling adventure involving a missionary, his son, and the opium trade. The son, whom they rescued from a life of chastity, became their third alter-ego, and they became the Three Bulls of the title. In this adventure the three, and some friends, are vacationing at the villa of another sex-crazed character, Garmiskar. As with all these books, characters come and go at will; episodes are loosely constructed along a narrative line. Opium, again, rears its head—but for now the three studs and their host are enjoying the pleasures of bestiality and turn-of-the-century libertine life.

The three young men still working in the kitchen over the preparation of that evening's dinner were somewhat taken aback when the naked Pete entered and asked for a big pot in which to sterilize the catheters. While he waited for the water to boil, Pete fondled each of the three and, though there was a language barrier, each of them understood he had a standing date with Pete to be fucked. Pete felt himself quite the master of the situation and, though he'd just recently climaxed , his cock displayed no signs of it, remaining erect as it was appraised by the three cooks. One of them even went so far as to take hold of it and toy with it playfully.

While waiting for the catheters, Kurt dug out a black rubber suit from the luggage. It was a relatively small one that would fit your Edgar tightly. With Garmiskar's assistance, Edgar was outfitted in the rubber suit from head to foot, even to the testicle sack which was a separate piece that was placed on the genitals before the rubber codpiece.

As the hood was being pulled down over Edgar's head, Red spoke up. "Good Christ! Have you got one o' those things for me to wear?

"Of course, Mr. McTeague," said Kurt. He dug around a bit more in the pile of rubber goodies and came out with the parts of a suit that would be big enough to fit the Scot. "But let Garmiskar help you into the thing, sir. He knows how to put on the rubber. If you're not careful, you can rip it.

Kurt put on his own codpiece, a brief of white rubber. Red noticed how the rubber pouch clung so sensuously to the man's male organs. After Edgar had been outfitted, Garmis-kar helped with Red's outfitting, expertly pulling the rubber leggins up the Scot's thighs, and pulling down the shirt piece over the generous chest. Finally, the hood and codpiece were slipped on and Red began to feel the total control of the rubber, the skin-gripping tightness of it, the isolation of it, the total body massage of it. He squirmed. "Oh, God- this is fantastic!" he said.

'Now that you two are done up in the rubber," said Kurt, "embrace each other. See how it feels- you'll enjoy the sensation.

When Red and Edgar got into a tight hug together, Red said, "Boy o' mine— you never felt so good and hot before. Keeriste!" The rubber skins slipped and slid over each other and the two pouches were jammed together sensuously. Red and Edgar began to feel each other up, then, rubbing gloved hands up the cracks of each other's butts, tweaking the hard nipples which stood out under the rubber shirts, and fondling each other's genital sacks.

Pete returned from the kitchen with a long catheter that still steamed in the air, hung from a pair of tongs. Kurt went into the bathroom, scrubbed his hands carefully and, upon returning to the bedroom, took the catheter between his fingers.

The Rubbermaster kneeled in front of Edgar and pulled down the front of the rubber codpiece. The youth's prick sprang into the open air, the cock head wet and drippy with secretions that had begun to accumulate inside the tight rubber.

'Garmiskar," Kurt called out. "I think you'd best stand in back of Edgar and put a little restraint on him. Put his arms in back of him and hold them hard. I don't want him to squirm, when the catheter starts going in deep. Anyway, I think he'll enjoy it more if he is held in restraint.

Garmiskar, still naked, pulled Edgar's arms in back of him and gripped hard. He dug his dangling penis, still half-hard, into the crack of the rubber-covered butt. "There now-nice and comfortable. I'll hold him still, Kurt, while you work that tube up his cock.'

Kurt took Edgar's prick in the fingers of one hand, deftly prying open the pee hole with two fingers just enough to insert the tip of the catheter. Slowly, he began to work it into the boy's tube, pulling it out a bit, then inserting it further several times. When the relatively thick rubber tube passed slowly through the area of Edgar's seminal vesicles and his hard prostate gland, Edgar felt the unmistakable twinge of

pleasure-pain and struggled a bit but Garmiskar's grip was unbreakable. Edgar groaned, gritting his teeth under the rubber mask.

"All right, son," said Kurt. "Now we go in all the way. Get ready. Mr. McTeague, sir-will you get me a vase or an urn? The urine is going to start flowing in a moment."

"Ain't that a sight, though, Dick?" sighed Pete. "Our boy Edgar takin' the tube up his wee-wee?'

"Makes me hot for taking a tube myself," R.R. grinned lustily. "Tonight, maybe— let's hook up with one of the men and do a long piss-trade— Kurt brought 3 or 4 of the double-headed catheters.

'What the fuck's this piss-trade you guys are talkin' about?" asked Red.

Richard explained. "One fellow pisses his bladder empty but his partner doesn't. Then, each guy inserts one end of the double-header up his cock hole and, eventually, into his bladder. What happens is that the guy with the load of piss streams it directly into the empty bladder of his buddy-there's no control over it at all. The piss just keeps coming until pressure is equalized between the bladders. Then you pull the ends of the tubing out of the bladder, but leave the body of the tube inside the prick tube until one or the other feels a build-up of piss. When that happens, the two stick the thing in all the way again and trade more piss. You can stay hooked up all night like that and really build up a lot of pressure. Pete and I have done it— next morning we were so goddamn horny we practically ate each other up. Of course. you can't perform any direct sex act during the piss-trade, but you can kiss and fool around."

"By my great granddad's rotten haggis!" exclaimed Red. his prick pulsing under the rubber codpiece, evidently renewed in vigor even though he'd shot his wad hardly a half hour ago. "I never would have dreamned of such a thing."

"You'll be taking the trade soon enough, Red," warned Pete. "You'll have your choice of what brand of pee you wanna take- we got Turkish pee, Romanian pee, English-American pee, and Australian pee. And it's all hot!"

At that moment, they all heard the tinkle of urine draining into the Grecian urn Kurt was holding under the outside end of the catheter dangling obscenely from Edgar's cock mouth.

"Thar she blows," chuckled Pete.

Kurt clamped his fingers tight on the end of the tube forcing the piss to stop. He released the tube and the urine began to drain again. Stop-go-stop-go. "You see, Scotsman-the catheter can be used as a form of restraint, or even punishment, if one wants. You say you and your ward enjoy certain little games to heighten sexual arousal- tying his foreskin ring to a bed post while you whip him, and other such games. Now you can employ this, too- the catheter, either to enforce urination or to prevent it." Kurt reached over to his supplies and picked up a catheter clamp, snapping it onto the dangling tube. "With this, you have control over when Edgar urinates, how long he urinates, or whether he urinates at all."

"Fascinating," said Red, "but what keeps the tube from sliding out?'

"Well, I'm holding it now, strictly for demonstration, but I have a cock cap of rubber which fits only over the head, meant to be used in conjunction with the catheter. The cap is tight and has a small nipple of rubber which fits into the urethral opening. The nipple is actually a short tube with an open end so that the catheter tube can be inserted full length. The friction of the nipple on the rubber tubing keeps

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the catheter from slipping out once it is fully inserted. But watch what else can be done with the catheter.'

The Rubbermaster pulled the tube out of Edgar's cock a few inches and the flow of urine stopped. He then waggled it up and down and side to side— Edgar's cock was forced to follow each motion as if on a leash. Kurt then pinched the tube in his fingers and rubbed them back and forth making the catheter twist inside Edgar's urethra, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise. Edgar let out a hiss. "Now we are going in again," said Kurt, "to tap the rest of the urine." This time the flow was directed up into the air and Kurt opened his rubber-covered lips to take it. The stream was not forceful because Edgar had no control over how fast or slow it came— it was simply being drained out. Kurt let the open end of the tube rest on his tongue and the final drops drizzled down his throat. To finish, he sucked on the end of the catheter to pull out the last of it.

"Fresh young urine," he declared. "The wine of the body- sparkling golden wine."

He slowly pulled the tube out of Edgar's throbbing penis, snapping it like a whip and spraying a few drops of Edgar's piss onto the wall.

"When and if you do suck from the tube, gentlemen," the Rubbermaster said somewhat seriously, "you must use caution . Once the bladder is empty, suction could cause it to collapse like a deflated balloon. Likewise, you must never ever blow into a catheter you are drinking urine from. That could cause death. Understand?"

Edgar shivered at the idea that he, while letting his piss drain into Kurt's open mouth, might have been easily put to a painful death with only a slight puff of breath being blown up his urethra into his bladder. Garmiskar released Edgar and gave him a friendly nudge in the seat with his half-hard prod. "You want me to take care of your hard problem, my boy?"

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"Ohhh, Gawd, yes." Edgar was almost beside himself with lust— the spanking, the fucking he'd taken, the rubber suit, the catheter and the piss, and the musky taste of Garmiskar's semen in his mouth all added up to a frenzy of sexual excitement he had never felt before.

Garmiskar kneeled before Edgar, grabbed the youth about the buttocks and rammed Edgar's cock into his mouth. The Turk's cheeks sunk inward as he applied hard suction and he rubbed his tongue furiously back and forth along the underside of Edgar's cock, titillating the "hot spot" under the frenum expertly and deliciously. Edgar went into wild orgasm within a minute, squirming and gasping as he fed the Turk his squirts. Garmiskar didn't lose a drop.

After removing his mouth from Edgar's drained cock with a juicy smack and a kiss of the lobes, Garmiskar stood up, grinned, and said, "What've you got to eat, McTeague? I'm hungry!"

TWO THE LONG, HARD, HOT SUMMER

June, 1900, droned on into summer, buzzy with bees in the gardens of the villa and scented with the perfumes of orange and lemon blossoms, The first crop of grapes was ripening on the vines and would be ready to be stomped into wine soon. The huge wooden grape vat in the back yard of the villa stood solidly on its four legs, covered over with canvas to keep out falling leaves and interested insects drawn to the yeasty sweet odor imbued into the wood inside. The visitors had peeked into it but were almost overcome by the alcoholic ripeness of the huge barrel.

Some of the local shepherds sometimes brought their sheep to crop the lawns of the villa. McTeague permitted this and would be given a young lamb to slaughter for the larder in trade from time to time. Peter, who had fucked sheep in Australia when he was in his early twenties and not yet teamed up with R.R. Strong, erected almost instinctively when he first saw the sheep.

"You never fucked a sheep, have ya, pardner?" he asked of Richard.

"I fucked a little heifer once. But never a sheep. I know you used to fuck 'em in the outback. Are they really that good?"

"Hot Damn!" said Pete. "Now I finally get to introduce you to somethin' new. You gotta get the females, Dick- the cunts. You never fuck a male sheep—a ram. Never. They only got one hole, for one thing, and it's always full of shit. Even the young ones get pretty goddam mad if you fuck 'em. They'll try to break your legs with a head-butt after… I know. So you only attack the females. And you only stick it in the cunt-not the asshole."

'OK, OK, I got ya, pardner. Let's go get us some hot sheep cunt. But, say- do virgin sheep have maidenheads?'

'I don't think so- none of the ones I screwed in the outback ever had a hymen that had to be popped.'

Garmiskar, who was listening in on the horny conversation, said "Only human females have hymens, boys."

'Izzat right? How come?"

"Becaue God- or Allah- knows that only the human male can truly appreciate the sensation of breaking a cherry and de-virginizing a virgin. The hymen was made for the male to enjoy breaking into, and only a human male has the brains to realize that he likes this primary bit of donation, of pain and blood. But be off with you- go fuck your sheep.

Garmiskar, who was lazing away that particular day on a pillowed lounge under a collonade of the atrium, flopped his balls with one hand and snapped his fingers of the other hand at Oskar. Oskar was sitting naked in the pool of the fountain of Pan, delighting in the spray of the cool water cascading

over his back from the statue's pissing penis. Oskar knew what the snap of his master's fingers meant. He was to come to him and open his mouth. Either his master's penis was going to be introduced into his mouth or his master's testicles . Or maybe the Turk would flop over on his belly and splay his legs apart. That meant it was time for asshole duty.

As Oskar approached his master, he saw the giant move onto his left side and then onto his stomach, dangling his huge legs on either side of the chaise. The great hot butt was ready to be licked, kissed and sucked upon. Oskar climbed onto the chaise, kneeling between Garmiskar's spread thighs, stretched apart the muscular cheeks to expose the large hole, and dutifully scrunched his face into the crack, tongue lanced outwards to penetrate the hole. He knew this was going to occupy at least one hour for there was little that Garmiskar did not enjoy more than having his hole reamed by a mouth and licking tongue.

While Oskar did his asshole duty, Kurt walked into the atrium, took a brief look at the action, and sat down to read that morning's newspaper, delivered from Athens. "Hmmm— listen to this," he said. "The Athenian police think a slave auction is going to take place in the city soon." Kurt could read Greek, having taught himself that and many other languages during his twenty years in the monastery.

"Well! Shall we go get ourselves a couple? A girl? Two girls? Brides of lust? I'd love to watch that velvet wolf of yours going up a young vagina.'

Kurt chuckled. "Someday you may, Turk. But I'm not especially interested in fornicating with a female. If I fathered any children, they might turn out to have inherited my father's lycanthropy. And that would not be good. I prefer to have my sex with men like you… who cannot be impregnated."

"I wonder," said Garmiskar, as his asshole was being sucked by Oskar, "if that might be the reason men like to get together with men- to be with men- to fuck with men. Men do need to fuck—they are built that way, anatomically. The penis is meant to intrude itself into a… hole. But the hole doesn't have to be male or female— or even human. Witness Peter and Richard out there somewhere in the gardens fucking sheep.'

"No," said Kurt, "it's much more complex than that. But let's not start analyzing things when we are enjoying ourselves so much." Kurt wore only his rubber hood., One of the Turk's huge black cigars was sticking out of one side of his mouth pierced through by Kurt's wolfish fang. "This cigar of yours, for instance. I just enjoy it, that is all—I don't spend time analyzing what it's made of or how it burns or smells like it does.

Sexual activity was indulged in at any time of the day or night by all of the men, usually at least twice a day but often enough three and four times. Nothing was forbidden. Although the two basic methods of anal or oral intercourse prevailed, the men never became bored. They used a great variety of positions, for one thing, and also relied on various of the rubber items for foreplay.

Usually, whichever of the men had decided to sleep together on a particular night would have sex of some sort before going to sleep and then again in the morning upon waking up. The rubber suits were worn frequently during sex with only the codpiece removed so that the partners could have easy access to each other's genitals and assholes. Often, one of the men would hear the smacking of a rubber paddle coming from one bedroom, and when the sound stopped, it would start up again in another bedroom. Garmiskar and Kurt used the paddles the most frequently on the asses of the others, they being the most dominant of the group, but it was not especially uncommon to see Richard or Peter pick up a

paddle and take Edgar or Oskar into a bedroom.

The novelty of having a portable peg boy on hand had started to wear off as the men all enjoyed the brutish nature of sex with each other. Oskar was still put to work, of course, but most nights he slept peacefully alone, his peg removed. He also was not used as much as a piss pot anymore because the men had all discovered the excitement of taking each other's urine down their throats or up their colons. The toilets were not used too frequently for urination because of this, only the indirect urination of expelling another man's piss from the asshole it had been pumped into. Usually, when someone had to take a leak, he could find another one of the men willing to take it.

After each morning's sexual sessions, the men would repair to the cozy dining area just off the kitchen and would be served breakfast by the three handsome houseboys. These young men were usually left to themselves for Red had stated they had much too much work to do to be indulging in sex. Nevertheless, all three had somehow found the time to "be with" one of the visitors and savor the different varieties of

fucking styles and tastes of semen.

Breakfast was always fun. The room was small with a low ceiling and the round table with all the food and plates spread on it seemed to give it a family atmosphere. Breakfast had an aura of intense friendship about it as the men had to sit close enough together to touch arms and knees often, not to mention feeling each other under the table. Sometimes, when Edgar sat next to Garmiskar, he'd find that the seat of his chair had Garmiskar's hand resting on it, middle finger erect and standing up, ready to haver Edgar's asshole slip down onto it and remain there for the duration fo the meal. Edgar would close his eyes and smile as he slowly lowered himself onto the long thick finger and feel the broad tip wiggling and pressing on his prostate.

Except for Kurt, who always wore his rubber hood, rarely

did anyone wear anything-there was certainly no reason to for reasons of warmth. And since sex might be desired at any time, it was senseless to have to be constantly taking off clothes and then putting them back on. Kurt removed his hood in order to wash his face and hair, but always did so in private. It would be some time before he would share his horrible secret with even his closest friend, Garmiskar, Boots were worn outside, but only for protection, Red McTeague, however, if he had to spend any time out in the sun, had to dress completely to protect his sensitive skin from sunburn.

Sometimes the men would "dress" for dinner. They may as well have remained nude because this little bow to formality consisted of putting on a diaphanous Greek toga with a skirt so short it revealed more than it concealed. But the addition of a bit of skimpy see-through apparel did serve to titillate and arouse.

Except for breakfast, meals were eaten either in the atrium or in one of the parlors, depending on the weather. The afternoon meal was often picnic-style, partaken al fresco in one of the gardens amidst much sporting, laughter and general camaraderie. Wine corks were pulled out by the teeth and everybody would finish the fete galante with one of Garmiskar's monster cigars in his mouth.

Edgar became fascinated with Kurt's teeth, as had Garmis-kar before him. When the two went off together for a session, foreplay always included some time given over to Edgar's licking of the teeth, especially the fang-like canines. Kurt's long snouty foreskin was also a source of delight for Edgar. He found it could be pulled out almost to two inches to form a tube- and the tube could be entered by finger, tongue, or even another penis. The brown velvet fur on Kurt's shaft grew all the way down to the pucker of the foreskin opening. Edgar loved taking the thing into his mouth and running his tongue up inside the foreskin tube to tickle the head and lick at the hidden pee-hole. When the true suction began, Edgar would

push the foreskin back with his lips in order to release the

great head for his salivary ministrations.

Once Edgar had been told by Garmiskar of the latter's experience during his first sexual encounter with Kurt, when Kurt had bitten Garmiskar on the neck and drawn blood during a particularly violent bout of anal intercourse while Garmiskar lay on his back, legs up in the air. Edgar pleaded with Kurt to do the same thing to him. But Kurt had sworn never to draw blood again during sex. He was afraid that the taste of blood might "do something" to him. However, he consented to giving the youth a "love bite" during the height of intercourse, a bite that would not break the skin- only bruise it a bit- and which would be planted just before climax began and remain on the neck until the last hard pump had been delivered. Edgar found it an ecstatic experience . He'd enjoyed the pure arousal of sexual domination before, but never quite like this- not with a huge man like the Rubbermaster applying it, with his mysterious rubber-hooded face and his potentially dangerous fangs and his huge hairy penis. Edgar went into spasmodic orgasm the first time it was done and he thought to himself later that "this must be what it is like for a woman."

Garmiskar.

Though the men indulged in the sins of sloth, gluttony and lasciviousness to the extreme, they still exercised. Sometimes , this was taking a swim in the bay; other times, it was a foot race. They climbed the trees to pick oranges and lemons that were so sweet they were used for pancake dressing instead of the more usual syrup. They wrestled in mock play, performed push-ups and sit-ups, and always there was the best exercise of all- anal intercourse. Every muscle of the body was employed in ass-fucking, from the toes to the fingers- at least the way these males performed it.

Despite the inherent violence that usually ended a bout of anal intercourse, however, most matings were long, slow and tinged with romance. There was no rush to cum here, for there was never any need to hurry and "get it over with." Pleasure was strung out as far as it could be stretched. They enjoyed each other's maleness in foreplay and in the sex acts themselves. After a sex bout, the participants would nestle and snuggle, and trade spit, and speak in low voices of how much they'd enjoyed each other, and kiss with subdued force

At the breakfast table, Pete and R.R. always sat next to each other and traded a few juicy smoothes before beginning to eat. Thusly, their intense friendship was renewed each morning , regardless of whom the two had slept with and had sex with the night before. Garmiskar was always included in the morning kiss, too.

"Why don't you kiss me like that in the mornings?" Edgar

had asked of McTeague on one such morning.

'Shee-it! Kissing is for sex and for beddy-bye time—that other kind o' kissin' is a sissy-kiss.'

Garmiskar arched his left eyebrow at Red's put-down of the morning kissing ritual. "Indeed! Why you son-of-a- whore!" The Turk grabbed Red's head in his hands and forced him to endure a long well-osculated lip-smacking spit-dripping kiss. When it was over and Garmiskar had unglued his wide open mouth from Red's, he said "Let's hear you tell me that that was a sissy-kiss, you red-headed turd! Now you give Edgar his morning smack!"

Without a word, but with a grin, Red walked over to where Edgar sat and planted a healthy smooth onto the youth's

open and waiting mouth.

"Now, that's better," huffed Garmiskar.

As the idylic summer progressed, the men went on a number of one, two or three day excursions to visit places of historical or mythological interest. Greece was filled with such attractions as were the islands in the Aegean Sea. They DRUMMER 38

visited Delos on which the main attraction was a number of stone phalluses, all erect with their giant heads pointing to the sky, large spherical testicles at their base. Garmiskar suggested this perhaps was the source of Alharazed's inspiration for the phallic fountain back at the harem.

They visited Olympia, the site of the first Olympic Games which were played in the nude. North of the villa was explored mainly to see the site of the infamous Spartan military barracks which were now in ruins. Their guide told them how the extreme military discipline exacted upon the Spartan soldiers was relieved only by rampant sex amongst the troops. The very word "Spartan" had passed into the language to mean rigorous, exacting, deprived, solitary and disciplinary. The Spartans had been known to be a deadly fighting force in war, but were also quite heroic in bed with their male mates.

And everywhere, it seemed, were those fabulous statues of nude men, some in athletic endeavor and some merely a grandiose pose. Marble cocks and balls hung all about like grapes.

"I wonder what those sculptors were thinking of while they chiseled those male organs out of the marble," mused Garmiskar.

"Probably the living models they were using," said R.R. "Why do so many of the statues seem to have such smallish organs, though?" asked Peter.

Don't know, mate," replied R.R. "But let's face it. Our little group is bigger than average in the pouch department. You kinda get used to bigness as being average when you're around it so much."

Kurt accompanied the others on these little trips only because they had been able to obtain a Turkish yashmak for him to wear to conceal his rubber hood. The yashmak was simply a cloth head covering with a face veil attached. When fully in place, it revealed little but the eyes, thus Kurt could walk around amidst other tourists without appearing too curious. Nobody ever looked at him close enough to see the white rubber of the mask under the yashmak. Kurt was particularly interested in some of the ancient wall frescoes and painted urns- the naked men, warriors and athletes, depicted thereon all seemed to have exceptionally long foreskins , not unlike his own. Rarely in any Greek painting was a man to be seen with foreskin retracted. Only in the temples of phallic worship and in certain erotic paintings was a full blown erection to be seen with the head exposed.

On Thursday nights, Red, Edgar, Richard, Peter and Gar-miskar went to the taverns. Kurt stayed at the villa with Oskar. Thursday was the day when Greek men traditionally went "out with the boys" and had freedom to enjoy the so-called "Greek Love." Even those who were married knew they could leave their wives at home that night to enjoy the ancient tradition.

When they first visited one of the all-male taverns, Garmis-kar was surprised at the variety of types to be seen there. Older business men dressed in light linen suits rubbed shoulders with rowdy Greek fishermen; beautiful young Adonises consorted with swarthy farmers; American sailors stood pouch-to-pouch with dark-skinned Turkish soldiers, rubbing their covered male organs toghether as they conversed; young, inexperienced-looking boys sat rigid next to plumpish obviously rich men who whispered erotic things into the young ears as they lightly caressed the boys' cheeks with diamond-ringed fingers. And, of all things, there were men dancing! Dancing on a fair-sized dance floor while bouzouki music strummed from the background.

But what a strange dance, thought Garmiskar, as he watched with interest. The men were "attached" to each other only by a handkerchief held between each other's teeth. They were stooped over in a crouch, hands held

behind their backs, and were pulling tightly on each end of the handkerchief, teeth clenched tight and bared in a semismile as they tromped out the dance steps. It was a rustic dance, totally male, and almost seemed like a battle of sorts-like one man trying to pull the other end of the handkerchief out of his dance partner's teeth. As the men danced, they breathed faster and faster, hissing at each other, grunting, going faster and faster, stomping the floor with vigor. Garmis-kar could see lust crackling betwen the men's eyes as they stared at each other almost unblinkingly.

"This is a mating dance, isn't it, Red?" the Turk asked after the group had been given a table and brought a flask of beer.

'Well, the way it's done here it is. Now watch what happens when the dance is over.'

The music speeded up and the dancers circled each other like caged lions. Finally, when the bouzouki strummed out its last twang, the handkerchief was let go and the men stood up, laughing and poking at each other. They walked off, arms around each other, to a doorway covered by a velvet curtain. An attendant at the door dipped his finger into a jar sitting on the table where he sat and, after having received a drachma from one of the men, placed a large dollop of some sort of glistening substance on the outstretched middle finger of the

"You don't have to ask," said Red. "I already know what

you guys are wonderin' about."

"Then, do you mean they went in there to fuck?" asked

Pete, mouth hanging open.

"Uh-huh. There's about 15 or 20 curtained cubicles in that room, with cots in them." Red looked over at his ward, Edgar. "Have you ever counted how many cubicles there are in there, my boy?"

"No. Never have."

Peter gasped. "Jesus Christ- Richard! This is the innocent virgin we de-ringed hardly six months ago. And now he's goin' into the fuck-room every Thursday with complete strangers! Boy, Edgar— have you grown up in a hurry!

"Once you get a taste of honey," grinned Edgar, "you

always want more."

Because Oskar was too young to go to the taverns on Thursday nights, and Kurt obviously couldn't go with his rubber hood, the two stayed at the villa. When Thursday rolled around, Oskar would shiver in anticipation, knowing that he was going to be bedded by the Rubbermaster. Even when he was spanked by Kurt, Oskar knew it was strictly for sport and for arousal, and he would bend over eagerly for the sting of the paddle. The enforced molestations that would take place after were thrilling. Oskar felt that strange helpless feeling when he was alone in the villa with Kurt on Thursday nights— alone because the three servants did not stay at night but went to their own homes.

Sparta.

But that helpless feeling was very exciting and Oskar would go willingly with Kurt to the bedroom and take the molestations with relish. When Garmiskar and the others returned to the villa in the wee hours of the next morning, the Turk would usually find Oskar wrapped up tightly in Kurt's muscular arms and legs lying in a spoon position with Kurt's long penis shoved firmly into the boy's rectum. The youth's buttocks were usually well-reddened and several loads of Kurt's piss would be gurgling inside him, all of it pumped up the colon from the wolf penis that had stayed snug in the slot all night. Garmiskar wowuld gently unhook Oskar from the octopus-like hold, slip him off the wet cock of the Rubber-master and quickly shove his middle finger into the piss-dripping asshole to plug it until he could get Oskar to one of the toilets. There Oskar would strain and release one quart of hot yellow urine after another and, cramped though it was, he enjoyed it.

"Where's your own mama?"

You mean…?"

"Oh, of course. I almost forgot."

Garmiskar would then spray the boy's asshole clean on the

bidet and carry him back to his own bedroom. Naturally, since the Turk had fucked away his power two or three times that night in the fuck room of the tavern, Oskar would be able to sleep. His master's prick needed rest on Friday mornings . It wouldn't be until around noon that Garmiskar would want his cock attended to again.

The other four flipped coins as to which one would crawl into bed with Kurt for the rest of the night and wake up to a hard fucking the next morning. Statistically, it should have come out fairly even that Edgar, Red, Pete and R.R. would each share about the same amount of Friday mornings taking the wolf cock. But, for some strange accident of probability, Edgar usually got the final toss that decided who Kurt was going to wake up with. And with glee he'd run into the rubberman's bedroom, strip quickly, and slide into bed next to the huge hairy man, snuggling himself into a spoon position with the great penis nestled into the crack of his butt. It would stay there, clenched lovingly between the buttocks until waking, and then in it would go, first to release a load of urine and then, in a long slow fuck, to pump in the thick white semen.

Hercule Adopoulous proved to be so charming and versatile on those Thursdays when the men horned it up at the tavern, they decided to invite him to the villa for longer sessions. The young man was more than willing and by August had learned each of the men's favorite positions for fucking and knew exactly what methods of sucking cock each preferred for the highest enjoyment. Like everyone else, Hercule was totally fascinated by Kurt and his hairy penis. He and Edgar teamed up several times to work on Kurt dually-one licking the balls while the other supped on the anus, eventually working around to the cock itself, each taking turns at sucking on it. When the cum began to spout, both young men got their fair share, tangling tongues together on the squirting head to gather up as much as they could. The semen that was unavoidably missed was dutifully slurped up as it drizzled down the velvet prick and accumulated into a small pool in the cleft of the testicles.

When Hercule stayed overnight at the villa, taking one load of semen after another, one of the men would take him home in the horse-drawn carriage. On the way back to Sparta, whoever the driver was would hie the horse into a dark grove of trees, pull out his prick and have Hercule go down on it one last time. One such morning, when it was Richard's turn to take the youth back home, Hercule brought up the subject of the rumored slave auction that was going to take place in

"How do you know about that" asked R.R. with some surprise.

"Through my papa," Hercule said. "He wants to buy a young girl— a virgin. To have more babies."

"Oh, she ran off with an American sailor when I was six. I only had papa after that. He initiated me, you know."

"Right. I got it up the ass the first time when I was ten. And pretty soon in the mouth. You wondered how come I could suck two nuts so easily at the same time? Well, pop's got two big ones. And I've been taking both for years.

Well! I'd like to meet your dad. Is it all right?"

"Sure- when we get home you come in for coffee. But first, don't you want to drive the carriage into the grove? For a suck?"

Once under the dark branches of the tall trees, Richard unbuttoned his fly and drew out his cock, waggling it back and forth in order to stiffen it. Once it was ready for sucking, he said, "OK, Hercule, my boy— once more with feeling. Hercule opened his mouth and went down.

Dear Larry,

ihe leaiher

I have always been turned on by big, loose hanging balls, and am interested in some advice on how to achieve that with my own. I have large balls and my ballsack (sic) is big enough to allow them to hang low and loose at times, like after a hot sauna. My question is how to get them to hang low and loose permanently . Will continued use of a ball stretcher do it without damage to my balls? Are there others who have found methods that work? One other question : Do balls change size from time to time or is it just my imagination?

ear pierced with a sterile needle and ice cube. Would the tit/dick piercing basically be the same type of procedure? Is it

cally be the same type of procedure? Is it possible for you to give us step by step directions? If not, please suggest to us where we could obtain the proper information and equipment.

D.M. Ohio

Mickey New York

Dear D.M.,

Your question is similar to one I answered a few issues back, but in the interim I have had the chance to speak to a couple of guys who are very much into heavy ball play, including the stretching procedure. These men advise that the balls can definitely be stretched so as to cause them to hang permanently deeper, but it may take three or four years to really accomplish it. It is done by wearing a ball stretcher almost constantly , including both day and night, taking it off only for bathing. However, it is important to have someone working with you who can custom fit the stretchers and increase the size (length) in small, gradual steps. It is also of paramount importance that the stretcher not be so tight as to restrict circulation, while at the same time being tight enough to cause a gentle downward thrust on the balls. I was shown the evidence of their success, including "before" pictures to compare with the (then) present state of the subject: balls. In the most extreme case, the guy had gained enough additional length in his sac and internal plumbing that he could stuff his nuts up his ass, where they would remain while he got fucked. Apparently quite a sensual thrill!

Dear Mickey,

I notice that Drummer did quite a piece on piercing in their January issue, so your questions may already have been answered. However, let me emphasize the most salient points. With proper care for sterile conditions, it is possible to engage in a "do it yourself" piercing. It is possible, but certainly not advisable. The purpose of a permanent piercing is not only for its cosmetic effect (like the ear), but to create a heightened sensuality . To do this, the hole must be made in exactly the right place. Even if you figure out where these areas are, it takes more skill that the average guy has to drive the needle through the tissues, into the desired location. You must use the proper equipment, and the proper implant— items which are made specifically for the purpose. Depending on your individual pain threshhold, the ice might not be sufficient anesthetic- not that I am adverse to a guy's potential enjoyment of pain, but in a piercing situation it is important that the subject not jerk away at the critical moment. Drop a note to: Gauntlet Enterprises, 8720 Santa Monica Blvd., LA 90069.

Dear Larry,

As to your question about the balls changing size… yes, they do as a function of external temperature and sexual arousal, among other factors. However, the size of the testicles themselves will not change as much as you think they do. It is the thickness of the sac, the connecting vessels, etc. which will often vary a great deal, and give the impression that the balls are either bigger or smaller.

Re: your column in Drummer #56, Castrated . My age is 55. I had very small nuts, which were removed and replaced with gel-filled plastic implants. I receive 800 m.g. testostrone solution (hormone) every thirty days. Anyone in this condition should have his blood hormone checked regularly, and get the appropriate injections. I am still sexually active, beat off when I don't get out. No trouble with hard ons, although in the beginning the doctor was not giving me enough hormone. I now have my own kit and give myself the shots when I need them. Incidentally, I watched the doctor remove my left nut, also circum-cize me. All very interesting. (I had a spinal infection). I made a belt buckle with my foreskin inside, and I wear this to the clubs. For general reference:

smaller.

Dear Sir:

My buddy and I are interested in piercing each other (tits, dick). We were wondering if you could inform us as to the pros and cons of such piercing. Also, is it possible to carry out a piercing scene in the privacy of home without damage or danger to ourselves? I have had my DRUMMER 40

Semen is lost only if the prostate is removed; sperm is lost with the testicles. My body will turn to dust, but my plastic nuts will remain with the bones. Hope I've been of some help.

Ed Wisconsin

Dear Ed.

Thanks for sharing your first hand knowledge with us. (I had a little trouble reading your handwriting, so hope it came out as you intended.) Remember the words if the immortal bard (Julius Caesar; Act III) "The evil men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones."

Dear Larry.

Since the age of 15, I have realized that I was a natural M. I read books about the slave trade and always wished that I could have been one, and it was not long after this that the desire to become a eunuch presented itself. That was 14 years ago, and hardly a day goes by without my intense sense of longing for my eventual castration. Could you please help find me a Master who would be only too pleased to demand this of me? I will travel to any country… USA, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, Japan… anywhere, as long as my ultimate goal is forthcoming. If my Master requires a castrato, which means clean cut (both penis and testicles ) then this I am prepared to do, as to me the honour of becoming a eunuch is something I have awaited 14 years, and after all this time I know that for me it is not the wrong decision. If you know of any "S" who would reach his goal by demanding this of me, could you please inform him of my details and I will do whatever he asks of me. I look forward to your reply, hoping that someone. somewhere, requires me to follow this ancient custom.

A.B. England

Dear A.B.

Although I answered you directly, advising further consideration, I've reproduced your letter for the benefit of the Drummer readership, and will pass along whatever advice I receive. Whichever way it goes, I hope you end up happy and satisfied. And just in passing, the castrati only lost their balls in all but rare occasions. It was done to preserve the boy sopano voice (from "Dark Ages" to mid-1800's).

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Tall, slim, goodlooking guy 32 mainly fr. active, gr. passive, is seeking a dominant , active, friend to share the plea-hath , active, meno to share the plea- sure of pipe smoking, Also consider anything these pages. Will be visiting USA in 83 and would like you to show me your town. Will pay all my own expenses. Pls. write, Jim Anderson, Bo Australia.

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ALABAMA

TWO BUDDIES

36 & 41, interested in action. Anything and everything. Well equipped dungeon . Call or write. Butch Brasher, P.O.

Box 20453, Birmingham, Ala. 35216. (205) 979-3909.

ALASKA

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Hot bottom man into hiking, camping backpacking. Would like to meet hot top men for fun in Alaska. I'm 5'10", 172 lbs, 42, br / br, moustache, masculine, los, 42, 0 / 10f, moustacne, masculine, good build, hot buns. Would like to meet men 25-45, masculine, well-built, not fat, well-hung, who know how to take charge of the action, Write letter with photo to P.O. Box 423, Kenar

ARKANSAS

LITTLE ROCK SLAVE

Get on your knees and write to this dominant Master, 6'2", 185 lbs. 8'/2" uncut if you are white, masculine and not overweight. My interests are shav- ing your crotch smooth, pouring piss down your slave throat, bondage, get- ting the discipline from you I demand, S&M. FF and letting you know who's boss. Am experienced, respectful of limits, imaginative. You should include your phone number and times you are available. Box 308B

NORTHERN CALIFORNIA

LEATHER BIKER TOP WANTED I'm into heavy leather, leather bond- age, and need to get into a heavy age: and need to get into a heavy leather scene with a leatherman and or biker. Must wear full leather, as I do. I am WM. 29, 58". 152 lbs., and am bearded. Tall shiny leather boots, Gloves and a beard a plus. Write to: Ch

PRIME CONTACT

Veteran of two wars. NAM (SOG) and South of Market (Leather Bar hustler). X-BB, hot WM, 39, 61", 190 lbs. uncut, experienced. Gets excited over S&M. straining muscles and sweat. Requires physical grace, mental agility and emotional stability. If you're looking for a mutually satisfying-enduring relationship , this is the rare opportunity for the right hunk. Box 3130.

GOODLOOKING LEATHERMAN Castro Valley. S, 36, 6', 160 lbs., good-looking Leatherman seeks M, for Leather Action, obedience, outdoor-bike scenes, bondage, (415) 582-1162 or reply Box 1582.

ARMY SERGEANT San Francisco. WM 22, 511", beard, moustache, former Army Sergeant:\nenjoys hot times, Leather, Levi. Uniforms , fantasies. WS. FF(top), toys, JO, Phone No. exchanged, etc. Even enjoys,\night play & cudding, N 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.

37, 6', 190 lbs. 6' cut Your gueer slave worships leather, heat, shift in sick scenes for your pleasure. Train me to be your. Queer Serious but limited travel. Bill, 1359 Highway 70, Oroville. 74 9595 CA 95965

WANTED: TOTAL SLAVE By 45 year old Master. Absolutely no limits honored. Must include photo & phone. Novices considered, Must relocate to Marin Co., CA. Box 2042.

DOMINANT BODYBUILDER

32. 56". 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 threshhold and a sense of adventure, call Don. (4 or (707) 869-0243 from 10am to 8pm only

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MILITARY MEN

I want to make contact with men currently in the military (USMC especially ). Tops, bottoms, buddies. Write Rick, P.O. 3291, S.F., CA 94119.

SAN FRANCISCO RUSSIAN RIVER

SM. C&BT. To tie and chew on. Don't forget T / T. Versatile. Your photo gets mine. All answered. Box 3442.

EXTRA HUNG

EXTRA HUNG

Is that you, buddy? Is your dick extra-long and / or extra-thick? If you've been told; "it's too big," and you know that Is a whopper, if you're frustrated by dudds who can't handle you, then you'd young, super-hung horny dude, into fucking a hot ass with that meat of yours, plus any other raunchy action (except FF) write with a pic. I'm for real, man. J.M., P.O. Box 99688, San Francisco. CAMOO cisco, CA 94109

BONDAGE AS A WAY OF LIFE DEDICATED BONDAGE SLAVE NEEDS BONDAGE MASTER who is serious about the ownership and control of all functions of bondage slave with cages, ventilated burial, suspension, immobilization , mummification, isolation, sensory deprivation, and manipulation using leather, steel, rubber, plastic, rope, hoods, gags. Slave is profes- sional male—40, 145, 510"—San Francisco . Box 3428.

TOUGH LATIN WEIGHTLIFTER Wants to get you "musclemen" and no others in complete bondage to tie your balls and cock after bounding your tits and slowly make you come whip your ass and rippled stomach until you come again. If you are "it" reply to PO Box 5401 Oakland, CA 94605. Send a photo if handy.

DAD WANTS YOUNG BB

Successful exec. comp BB, 35, living in seeks relationship w / yng, masc BB 18-25. Photo & phone # to: Box 1753, Burlingame, CA 94010.

DAD WANTS YOUNG BODYBUILDER

Successful executive, amateur body- builder (BB) 36. Living in S.F. near Nautilus gym seeks relationship with young BB 18+. Photo please to: Jim Duke, P.O. Box 99683, San Francisco, CA 94109

DOMINATE TOPMAN

Wants obedient bottom. I am WM, 38, 5'10", 167 lbs., bearded, moustache, bald on top. You must have physical grace, mental agility & emotional stability for a mutually satisfying- enduring relationship. A strong active imagination & curiosity. No drugs. Let- ter and photo. Gary, P.O. Box 773, Peta- luma, CA 94953.

SOME PEOPLE SAY

That I am a devil. I think I am an angel of my kind. Write me telling me how kinky you can get and let's get together to have fun. Later on we'll get into more serious things, of course. Hurry up! There are too many things around the cosmos for us to pick up. Me: WM, 40, 5'11", 175. You: I hope you have a good mind. Box 3441.

NICELY ENDOWED

Discreet, virile versatile Daddy invites Daddy's Boys— 18 to 38— to get in touch. Have equipment toys etc. to make a get together mutually rewarding . Your letter with recent picture gets mine in return. Interested??? Box 3495.

UNIFORMS

Dutch / German-American, 31, 6'2", 170 lbs., blue eyes, blond hair, hot. Looking for men interested in police & military uniforms esp. German, jockstraps & tall polished boots. Respond only if you are hot looking & sexy & willing to submit to & worship a true Aryan-Nordic type. Picture is a must. RST. Apt. #2, 437 29th St., S.F., CA 94131.

LEATHER BOTTOM WANTED Young Asian Top seeks WM bottom in full black leather. Whipping, shaving, mutual TT. No drugs. Prefer smoker moustache, 35+, Sir, Box 1632. No photo, no reply.

2 6H STUDS 4 HOT 3RDS 2 9's N2 most scenes. No hvy S&M / scat. Moustache, LL, VA, B&D, TOYS R A+ S Bay area. We R hot— U better B 2! Box 3484.

UNIFORM LEATHER

FATHER WANTED! Goodlooking son, Jap. 27, 5'6" 120 lbs seeks goodlooking muscular white over 35. Prefer no S / M. Send photo. Box 3483

W / M 40 WITH BEARD

Looking for partners in mutual action for any scene particularly interested in C / B. T / T, FF. Attitude and willingness to experiment more important than looks. Box 3106.

FACESITTERS / MASTERS

German urinal-pig 31 / 617 / 190 lbs, wants to make his fantasies real with a real S.F. TOP. I'm willing to spend a whole week of my life, day and night, SIR. Also available for Privat-Clubs and I'm willing to work for my Master, SIR. Please send me the date, I will come to S.F., SIR. Don't forget overseas airmail postage. Box 3461.

27, 6' W / M

Seeks w / m slaves into W / S, B / D, C&B / tit torture. Must be totally into serving this cut, hairy chested master. Will explore all your limits (and then some). Send photo and detailed application . Beginners needing training will be considered. Box 3525

31, WHITE, BLONDE

Green eyes, 61", 7" cut. I like big men both body and cock. Into light S / M some FFA. Enjoy being dominated by one or more studs, prefer to be bottom. I am exceptionally good looking and built well. I am in S. Francisco qui often, want to here from together men who like a warm affectionate guy who loves sex. Leather, western a real plus. You must be clean and healthy. Drugs OK. Box 3526.

ASIAN TOUNGE

Will rim your dirty asshole, lick your sweaty feet, cock, balls, pits, etc. Recycled beer, V / A, LITE S / M, B / D, Me 5'10" 150 6"— You trim / muscular W / M to 40. No heavy pain. Box 3516.

SF-HEAVY CORPORAL PUNISHMENT

Administered to cocksuckers by leather / uniform WM, 37, 6', 185. Can take mine like a man when necessary. Box 3509.

SHORT HANDSOME BODYBUILDER

San Francisco native, discreet-even intelligent, experienced in S&M. Expert at balancing pleasure with pain. Safe (non-damaging) genital torture, res- traints, mechanical and electrical stimulation to deliberately stretch your limits. I don't just assume a dominant "role"— I am sadistic, dominant, and no amateur. Roger (415) 864-5566.

UNCENSORED VIDEO

My buddy and I will record your trip on color, sound video. Our place or yours. Call for details M-F 621-6220 Al or John.

LEAN, WELL-DEFINED SLAVE Seeks trim sadist into light to heavy S&M, bondage, face-sitting, raunch, tit, cock & ball torture, piercing. But your trip, your way. Travel. Am 41, 5'11", 150#. Versatile. Send photo, phone, let- ter to P.O. Box 5906, S.F., CA 94101.

HOT LEATHER TOP

Wanted to kidnap this bottom and take him to a dungeon where he places the bottom in complete bondage. Bottom is 32, W / M, 5'7", 7" cut, hot body. Write to Box 32616, San Jose, CA 95152.

USN CORPSMAN

36, goodlooking, hot. Likes to give big ENEMAS to hot, young men. Spanking optional. Goodlooking, tite butts only. Tom, 2051 Market, Box 102, SF, CA 94114.

SAILORS, MARINES

Blond hair, blue eyes, good looking guy, good sense of humor, would like to hear from you. Suite 296, PO Box 15068, S.F. CA 94115.

ROPES

Hot, horny, well put-together Libran, 35, 5'8", 135 lbs., 8" cut, has a lot of rope and a lot of time to explore bondage trips with equally intense, like-minded MEN. Tune in to some real trips with a goodlooking bottom / top. Photo brings photo. Tightropes, 795 Buena Vista West #4, San Francisco, CA 94117.

W / M, 28, 6'1", 150#, blnd / brw, 8" cut inexperienced, sensitive, loving, constantly horney, shy, conservative, apple-pie artist type seeking similar outgoing, young man into gentleness, loving, non-kinky trips. Into new music, camping, hiking, etc. Call TOM (415) 824-3712 or write Tom, Bex 3291, S.F., CA 94119.

MAN-TO-MAN You've got what I want! I've got what you need! "Even Daddies need Daddies ." That's where I fit. Do you? My name is Chuck, I'm 32 years old, 577, the / second / of [×3+] 135 lbs. with brown eyes, hair and moustache. Am considered very handsome , with a hot body to match. You, 30-40 years old, big, strong and hot! With a mature mind, able to relate to a caring man. Relationship? Yes!! If you've got the headspace to handle a combination, little boy / daddy all wrapped up in one package, and are ready to handle the full meaning of a man-to-man relationship, then please send a recent photo and letter today! Only, hot; sincere responses will be answered. Box 3263. See Drummer #57 page #78 for my recent photo

A.H. BIRTHDAY PARTY

April 20th. Interested men please contct Box 3492

SAN FRANCISCO BOOTS

I live, sleep, eat and love to fuck with black leather boots. The heavier and the taller the better. I am a demanding and very goodlooking bootmaster; and I expect my boots to be well serviced. Am especially into loggers and engineer boots. Will also gladly accept your new and worn boots for wearing! If you wish to serve me or maybe be served contact me. Photos with reply receive same. Box 3491

STUDS

I am goodlooking, with great bod, and I am hot to wrestle. John, P.O. Box 4193, Modesto, Calif 95350.

GOODLOOKING DADDY & BOY Daddy 33, 6'7½", 180#— Boy, 26, 6', 150#. Want to meet other Daddies and boys. We are into three ways or separ- ate. Into FF, W / S, TT, spanking. Send letter w / photo (if poss) to Dwayne & Steve, 470 Castro #3394, San Francisco , CA 94114. All letters answered.

LEATHER-UNIFORMS

Hot guy looking for leather / uniform jack-off buddy. Must be into gloves, boots and cigars. Jim (415) 673-1284.

MASTER 30

6'1", 180 lbs, 8" uncut, dark, bearded, butch, demands new, permanent, trim, obedient, loyal slave 18-21. Must be eager to serve one man for life. Lots of sex and loving home for the slave that begs for it. Call Sir (415) 861-3125. No collect or JO calls.

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

BIG FAT PIG

Los Angeles. Pretty-faced hog- 30. 6'4", 300+ lbs. - seeks masters who know how to use a fat-assed, jello- bellied slave with huge tits and ham-hock thighs. Not much experience, but ALL scenes considered. So if you're into girth, come to L.A. and humiliate this handsome-faced, overgrown pig! Write Box 3179.

SLAVE DANNY

Will submit to bondage, tortures, shaving, whipping, piercing of armpits & tits. For parties, photos, groups or one Master. (213) 846-9486.

HOT TOUGH HANDSOME M 6'1", 27 years, 175 lbs, 8", athletic. Needs to be trained and dominated, taught how to serve by hard experienced master. Leather, cowboy, levi,

TORRANCE

6 ft 9 in, 42 yr old stud active fr & gr, FF. Call only 213-371-7426 after 7 p.m.— over nites too.

W / M 29

Sks together guys for friends and action. Send picture to: Ed, Box 5242, Hunt Bch, CA 92646.

SAN DIEGO TOP

6'3" — 40 — 190 into all scenes — com- plete game room — B / D S / M W / S FFA. eather Hoods- wax tits- etc. 619- 420-8967

BIG FURRY "BEAR"

BIG FURRY "BEAR" Burly "blue-collar" type W / M (61"-232- 33) trim beard, thinning hair, broad hairy shoulders, chest, and back; pila-ble beer belty; cut 6½", nice butt and strong legs (13E boots) seeks hot uninhibited MEN 2 tasy realizations, kinky and / or sensual good times. Stoney @ (213) 666-3206 (Silverlake)/Box 10643, Glen-dale , CA 91209.

WANNA PLAY HANDBALL?

Let's trim our nails— sit on a hose— grab some Crisco and plow each other into ecstasy. I'm W / m. 5'8". 145#, good- looking and masculine. P.O. Box 8942,

Anaheim, CA 92802. Photo will be returned if you want.

DADDY SEEKS SON

GWM seeks obedient clean cut son(21+), versatile, athletic, stable, a cut above average. Photo, phone ans- wered first, no fems, fats, drugs. Box 3466

HORNY-WHITE-HOT

Seeks studs into fucking-rimming- sucking. Dildoes-S&M. W / S, Poppers-prolonged ass hole play-versatile (top-bottom) AM, 46, 180 lbs-6' tall-beard-moustache-Give uniforms, good bottom service! Box 3520.

NOVICE ITALIAN 28

5'11", 165 looking for hung top to intre- duce me into: SM, BD, dildoes, FF, spanking, Box 3518.

EX-NAVY DAD

41, 6', 160 accepting applications from recruits. If you've been in military, U know what boot camp or basic training was like, or what training camp is like for football squad. Send letter of application with photo, brief background, physical data, age, and why U think you should be considered by this ex- Navy dad. Photo is a must! Box 3496.

COPS, SHERIFF, CHP (Real only) married / single, w / 28-45, heavy balls / uncut real plus. Share my fantasy of sucking you off in your squad car or station locker room. W / m. 34, 5'6" good looking and deep throat, commanding but flexible. Phone / picture to box 42, Long Beach, CA 90801. Discression assured

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LATINS

Versatile horny Italian digs servicing gdlkg latinos and thick cocked guys 18 to 26 especially Spanish, Porto Ricians and Mexicans. Tony 876-2089.

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Wants hard deep fucking from very hot men. #151, 3963 Wilshire, LA 90010.

HOT RAUNCHY PLAYFUL

W / M, 30, 5'8", 130, goodlooking & trim, pierced tits, hairy chest, moustache and stubble beard, works out. Seeking hot raunchy sessions with guys 18-40 into fucking, sucking, fisting, piss, J / O, spit, armpits, Crisco, hot wax, tit-play, amyl, fun drugs, toys, greasy jockstraps, wet briefs, tight faded levi 501's, ass-play, torn underwear, levi-/leather, sweat, fantasies, Prefer bottom , but top / tradeoff also. Rough scenes or playful good times. Man-toman , 3-ways or groups. Write w / photo if possible: BOX 121, 13624 SHERMAN WAY, VAN NUYS, CA 91405. Yeah! Hot fun!

WANTED

WHITE MACHO BOOTLICKER Hot hung, horny, B / M, 39, 6', 170 lbs., wants his boots / soxs / feet worshipped by handsome, muscular W / M slavedog (Italians, an, A-Plus), w / mustage (Italians an A-Plus) w / moustache, dark, swarthy, masculine features, Prefer animal w / thick, uncut meat, huge nuts, big-booted feet. Goal: long-term , stable relationship with S / M subtext , w / stress laid on boots / soxs / feet. Slavedog must submit to collar / leash, surrender its doghole to be ruthlessly fucked, deliver up its cock / balls to be bound and tortured, serve as full-time bootdog / piss-toilet. Write grovelling letter w / photo. P.O. Box 4672, Los Angeles, California 90051-2672.

W / M, 27, 5'7", 145 seeks master for training and service. Into B&D, S&M, C&B and Tit Torture. Have experience. Box 12181, La Crescenta, Calif 91214.

W / M 26

6', Goodlooking, seeks hot dads, W / S VA, 3-ways; uncuts a plus. 213 / 656- 9813.

COLORADO

WANTED:

Slender well-built, well hung little stud— slave / boy for dominant, asshole, bastard. I am into body-stud - building, leather, and most scenes. will respect your limits, but I will expand them. You will have to earn my respect. With the right person I have been known to be labeled an S / M teddy bear. I am all man and love to fuck hard and deep. If you can't take it don't answer this ad. If you are man enough to have a hard core reality: Send photo, phone, and descriptive letter. Anyone visiting the Denver area: is welcome to try me on for size. I am always ready. Get off your ass and write now. Box 3132

CONNECTICUT

MOTORCYCLE LEATHER MASTER

Greenwich. Experienced seeks partners who want and need S&M, B&D, TT, C&BT, Gr / Fr, WS, Domination and other Leather actions including Leather toys. Send me your applica- tions, Limits respected. Leather Tops & Cowboys welcome to share. Box 1531.

CUTE, SMOOTH, WHITE

Humpy body slave. 34, with youthful buns and firm pecs, needs mature sadist physician for high times. Body shaving; nipple enlargement and torture ; multiple erotic piercings; unique enemas; heavy anal play; dildoes, toys, deep FF, also into wearing sexy lingerie and rope bondage. FFA tops most welcome . Box 3512

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DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA

THIRSTY

MD-DC-VA. M, Cancer, 6', 35, 168 lbs. blond / blue, moustache, sensuous, thirsty, independent, straight-appearing , looking for experienced, creative, hung, hard-bodied tops, 30-45. Recycled beer, repeat shooters, long sessions, leather, body worship and sweat are turnons; fat, fakes, fems, skinnies, pretty boys, heavy drugs, pain, blood and shit are turnoffs. 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 good- looking, hot, but you decide. Recent photo and letter gets recent photo and response. Your photo returned. Sir, please write: Box 50602, Washington, DC 20004

BEEFY BODYBUILDER

New to DC seeks same. Handsome, hung, FF, top / bottom, 28, 44°c, 30° waist, big tits, legs, open minded. Write Shannon, Box 3539.

FLORIDA

LOYAL SLAVE

Tampa Bay Area, Level-headed L / L slave, WM, 29, 5'6", crewcut, moustache, beard, hairy chest. Into moderate S&M, FF, hot wax, VA, 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 master, 30-9U, harry, and who will take the time to train mein your ways and to develop my trust in yous ot o take me to levels far beyond the limits I have. A well-equipped gameroom would be a plus. Sir, for your trust an with photo. I will reply to every letter. Box 1522.

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.

FT. LAUDERDALE MASCULINE Imaginative, dominant Master seeks together bottom studs into FF, WS, bondage, S&M, C&B / T, piercing, shaving, etc., for 3-way with in-house slave. Can administer heavy discipline, but limits are respected. No permanent damage. Demanding but considerate. Photo and mailing address a must, phone optional. Am 47, 165 lbs, 7" cut with big balls and big hands. FF is optional, but am a special delight for wide receivers. Box 258.

FT. LAUDERDALE

Masculine, stable, good looking top with firm but gentle style seeks sub- jects for "training." Reasonable limits respected. Applicant will include photo and phone in letter of application. Jake, Box 130051, 2260 NW 68th Ave, Sunrise, FL 33313.

ATTRACTIVE, BEARDED MASTER 36, seeks crotch, piss slaves, who enjoy humiliation, being used. Travel widely. Box 10274, Tallahassee, FL 32302.

BOOT SLAVE

Are there any real men out there? I need a man with construction boots to grind my tits and ass. A real man who knows how to handle a boot slave and put me at the mercy of his construction boots. Box 3534

UNCUT A PLUS All letters with photos answered. Fla, Ga, Ala only please. Send to Boxholder, P.O. Box 9001, Cocoa, Fla 32922.

HOT DRUMMER DADDY

S / M levi / leather, yng 40, 5'10", faithful, loving, intelligent, mature, profes-financially secure needs son- to 35 to serve / share warm sional, /lover home, sexual fulfillment, life's good things, secure toetherness. Novice OK. Write with photo / phone Harry, PO Box 562132, Miami, Fla 33156.

GEORGIA

-BREECHES AND BOOTS-

Seeking lean, submissive partner who wears English riding clothing and has a fettish for tall, tight, polished boots, I am booted and breeched top, white, 60, 6 feet, 165 pounds. Into leather, light S&M, motorcycling, boot worship, uniforms and wearing riding clothing in public with similarly clad partner. Your photo gets mine. Near Chattanooga. Box 3155.

YOUNG SLAVES OR HUNKY MEN May apply to a muscular real body- builder Master for all kinds of hot action scenes. A letter of application must include photo, qualifications and physical data. Rewards for excellent service, and limits respected. No fems or drugs. Macon. Box 3076.

MS, WM, 36, 6' Into B&D, S&M, C&B, whips, toys, boots, Fr A / P, Gr A / P, 69, susp, 501 levis, and ball work. No FF, scat, WS, drugs, damage. Phone a must. Travel. Box 3276.

HOT, HORNY WHITE MALE Versatile (Top or bottom) seeks others into fucking, fisting, rimming, sucking, dildoes, S&M, W / S, poppers, Levis, leather, boots. Am 27, 150 lbs, 5ft10in. with short brown hair, brown eyes, beard, moustache No fats, fems, blacks. Bridwell, Box 12348, Atlanta, GA 30355-2348.

ILLINOIS

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total complete submission, bondage, humiliation and to accept spankings diapers, shaving and all forms of Gr / Fr demanded of you. And lots of old fashioned soapy enemas that will make you squirm, beg, cry. First-timers and novice welcome— limits respected. Send explicit application with photo for prompt reply. Box 3237.

GERMAN MASTER

Hairy men in need of discipline apply to tough but caring German (handsm, blond, blue, hung, uncut). Photos are essential. Novices OK. P.O.B. 6262, Chi-cago , IL 60680.

W / M 43. 6', 170 Looking for slim slave, 20-35. Earn the privalege of sleeping with me this win- ter. B-D total body service. Box 3538.

MOSTLY BOTTOM

MOSTLY BOTTOM W / M, 5 10°, 180, Into tight Rubber, Leather, Levis, Hoods, Restraints, Anything Kinky, but sane— mad-doctor, bondage, S / M, CBT torture, FF, and anything else that feels good, No scat, heavy whipping, filth with well adjusted dominant 25+, any race but Asians a big plus. I can be top in mutual scene but really a bottom that needs regular work to extend limits. Not a slave unless you change that. Box 3505.

CHGO. DRUMMER DAD W / M, 39, 5'10", 170, bearded, goodlook-ing , professional, intelligent; seeks young guys for hot sessions. Into leather but no heavy S / M. Firm but gentle. Box 3500.

IOWA

32 YRS 6' TALL 8"

Anything but extreme pain— love humiliation W / S-TT Open to anything when you get me hot—Travel IA, and surrounding states—Chicago once a month— love verbal abuse. P.O.B. 8334. Des Moines, IA 50306.

KANSAS

WM 28, 6', 180

Short brown hair / beard, stuck in NE Kansas, seeks contacts anywhere. Prefer over 30, hairy, heavyset. Like rubber and uniforms but you need not. Please no married, slim, clean-shaven, demented, Box 3517.

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LOUISIANA

LEATHER / POLICE UNIFORMS New Orleans. WM, 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 1579

ROPE BONDAGE

28, 6'1", 170— Goodlooking, loves rope bondage seeks meeting and or correspondence with men (18-35) who enjoy rope bondage. Box 3514.

MARYLAND

HARDWARE FANTASIES

Did you ever have a screwdriver handle up your ass? No power tools. Drummer Box 3530 or msg on Computer POB.

BODYBUILDER SLAVE

DC / MD / VA. WM 38, 5'11", 170. Well- built, lean / muscular. Serve similar Master. B / D, whipping, your erotic pleasure. Box 3519.

COCK SUCKER

Orally services and worships muscular w / men to 45. Let me please you sir and reward me with a nice load. Barnes, Box 703, Laurel, MD 20810.

MASSACHUSETTS

BONDAGE SLAVE

WM, 65, 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. Plymouth Area, but am retired, can travel anywhere AMTRACK goes. Your nude photo gets mine. Box 2025.

C&B PAIN

B&D for 18-23 slaves. Call (617) 256- 2968

MEAN GRIZZLY BEAR

Hairy, masculine man wants scenes with hairy, masculine men. I'm big & bearded, 29, 6'3", 195 lbs, looking to rough house with butch guys: bootlicking , bondage, verbal abuse, spit whips, face-slapping, stomach-punching & creative humiliation. Can top or bottom. I turn on to hairy chests, forearms, hands, asses, feet & pits. Photo & phone please. After the scene I can be real sweet, but during the scene I'm mean as hell. Box 3471. New England-New York.

BEARD

Wanted: Black, brown, blond or gray beard to inspect playful ass. Must be 25+, good imagination & experience in dildos, tits, aroma, WS & some FF. Prospective TOP will find bearded, 35, 6', together willing partner, with equally good imagination, for extended fuckbuddie evenings. Greater Boston area preferred. Box 3537.

BIG NIPPLES Boston, gdlkg M, 24, 6'1", 165 lbs—needs titwork; also into W / S, leather, dildos, and poppers. Call (617) 437- 0911

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Tall, thin, muscular, hung, goodlooking likes big cock and titwork looking for one or more big tops to use me. Can travel. Box 3515.

MICHIGAN

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TWIN CITIES MASTER 42—6'1"— 160 seeks bottoms for S&M tit torture C&B torture—leather, hoods, gags, wips, chims etc. Limits respected. Box 3298.

31, 195#, 5'11", blue eyed blond wishes to be owned by sane sadistic master. Leather, levis, boots, jocks, whips are all part of my training. Henry, P.O. Box 70096, St. Paul, MN 55107-0096.

WANTED- DOMINANT HAIRY Man into BD / SM to use, cuddle this 5'6" 160 lb blond mustached man. LAND, P.O. Box 3232, St. Paul, MN 55165.

LIVE IN SLAVE / SON Gdlkg W / M 22 blnd / blue 6'11 / 2" 160 nds supply rm./bd. while I supply every want / need. Sm. exp. willing to be trained. Photo, letter describing scene. All considered. Box 3531.

MISSOURI

NAKED, CHAINED, SHAVED Kansas City, Tattooed S, 45, 6'2", mus- cular 185, 7", wants slender man-slave 20-30 to be kept naked, chained and shaved for total and permanent S&M

SOUTH K.C.—BELTON WM 42 M (looks 32) 5'8" 160lb big balls novice smooth, brown hair, red beard, needs biker master / friend to explore B&D leather uniforms oil tt Gr a / p jo toys. Like to cuddle and kiss. Wants to learn bb. open mind no scat dishonesty fem. picture and phone no. Box 3521.

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W / M, 31, 6'2", 190# interested in receiving or giving the lash. Safe limits—mutual needs. P.O. Box 5311 K.C., MO 64131

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MONTANA

21, LONELY 6' 180 lb military type, moustache seek- ing hairy daddy to teach me and expand my limits gently roughly with a strap or toy. No fats or fems. Box 3504.

NEVADA

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

NEW JERSEY

NORTHERN JERSEY W / m, 43, 6'2", 185 lbs, hairy, knowledgeable, masculine, dominant and aggressive Master; yet quiet, and aggressive master, yet quiet, straight acting and appearing seeks slave, 25-35, for permanent live-in rela- tionship. Muscular body a plus. Willing to train novice to my ways. Will respect limits. No hard or ruff s

W / M 43 5'8" 140 LBS

Wishes to correspond with / meet others into haircuts-shaves, S&M, B&D, TT etc. Details & photo please. Box 3497.

FATTOOED DIRTY BIKER

BLACKWOOD Heavy tattooed biker seeks other serious bikers (local area only) who live in and worship engineer botts, filthy dirty torn levis or full leather and enjoy riding together followed by a prolonged J / O session where we exchange each other's cum and piss on our levis and boots. Local blockwards of the service of the servic bikers only. P.O. Box 284, Blackwood, New Jersey 08012. (Send letter & Photo)

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CENTRAL NEW JERSEY W / M, 35, 57". 140 lbs bottom seeks gr act top into W / S, enemas, spankings, humiliation, degradation, etc., etc. Box 74, East Brunswick, N.J. 08816.

NEW YORK

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Given to hot body, young, experienced or beginner M by well-equipped, levelheaded Master. Send photo, age, height, weight to: Box 12R, c / o Room 603, 147 West 42nd St., NYC 10036.

LI-NY BONDAGE STOCKADE LI-NY BONDAGE STOCKADE Correctional facilities for disciplining young aspiring Bondage Slaves. A strict but decent Custodian supervises caged confinement & woodland exposures , employing Pillory, Strait-jacket, fetters, e unpleasant chastisement when necessary for behavior control. Heavy S&M, pain, FF, Scat NOT approved. Prisoner's limits & responses, both mental & physical, closely monitored. Mutual sent with honest dignified application to: The Warden, 335 W. 11, NYC 10014, NY

TOTAL SLAVES WANTED Greenwich Village. Experienced S, W / m, 48, 5'9", 175 lbs. uncut, shaved head, strong Leather Master seeks slaves (novice to well-trained) for long. hot sessions. Must have endurance, crave punishment in chains. Medium to heavy S / M, B / D, etc. No scat. My motto: sane S / M; intense, not brutal; erotic, not reckless; firm but affectionate . If your head is right, write appropriate letter now. No fems, fats, fakes. Box 185R.

ATTENTION SLAVES Manhattan Master, 36, 6'4", 190 lbs with slave, 32, 6'3", 170 lbs. Both are muscu- lar, blonde and attractive. You are also muscular and attractive and need to be trained and owned as a second slave. Applications without detailed resume and photo will not be considered. Box 673

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DAD'S LOVE POLE

I read the special issue Drummer Daddies and I couldn't believe my eyes! I was so pleased to read the many encounters guys have had with their real dads. I thought I was a freak or something for the wonderful relationship my own dad and I had. Mom died when I was very young and dad took over looking after me. When I look back, that was also the beginning of my sexual and slave training.

He was always a dominating man and a perfectionist. A few years after mom died, dad told me I had to start sleeping with him. I would have to take care of his "love pole" as he called it, when it became hard during the night. I realized why dad called it his love pole because in no time I loved taking care of it and drinking every drop of its sweet cream. He was a man who really loved to be touched and have his whole body worshipped . I touched every part of him with my hands except his cock, balls and ass-these had to be worshipped by my mouth and tongue.

I had to massage him every day, wash him in the shower, and dry his body afterwards. Then I would be rewarded with either his piss or his cum. If I had been exceptionally good, I was allowed to lick and suck his love pole and balls and asshole. Then, I would get to drink his cum.

I was trained to be his lover, cook, houseboy, servant and sex slave. Although he never whipped me or spanked me, he dominated me completely . I was shaved completely except for my head. When I was at home I only wore a jock strap.

When dad came home from work it was my job to completely undress him. I also had to have his clothes laid out for him every morning. And everything had to be neatly pressed and waiting. My punishment, if I did anything wrong, was to be denied his cock and balls. I wasn't allowed to touch him or come near him all day, or for as long as he said. I would have to eat my food off a dish on the floor in another room, and I would have to sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. When he showered, if I was being punished, I had to sit on the floor in the bathroom and watch, but not touch him.

The longest period of punishment I remember lasted five days, and I thought I was going to go crazy.

Dad is gone now; he was killed in a car accident

He taught me to serve and serve well. I am lost and need another daddy. He can be from 35 to 50 years old, but must love having his body worshipped and having his love pole and balls and ass licked and sucked often. I do not need to be punished , so I am not interested in a dad who is into heavy S&M.

Mike Michigan

DADDY IS A WIMP

I have a real father, but he is and always has been a wimp. I never wanted to be like him and don't plan to. He and I are at such entirely opposite poles that we can barely tolerate each other. My idea of a Daddy / Master is a confidente, a big brother, a teacher, a disciplinarian and a Master.

I need and desire not only to be a slave to my Master, but his son and lover too. My first thought would be for my Master / Daddy's happiness. I am 23, white, 6'2", 160 lbs., brown hair and eyes, and am currently in college. I've heard that a slave can't have both a Master and a career, so I am willing to make my Master my career if that's what the future holds.

I have been a slave, a lover, and a diapered son to three different men, but what I need is one man willing to share his life with mine and make me his son. I am willing to relocate, because a good man, Daddy, Master is hard to find.

Bobby Texas

OREGON DAD

Is there a son out there who wants a 39-year-old Daddy? I am 5'6" tall, 130 lbs., slim build.

I am looking for a son who wants to be loved as well as disciplined. Who can take care of his Daddy's needs. Who can be a real son, and a real man at the same time.

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THE SLEEPING BAG

What a turn-on (and what a relief) to read others' fathers-sons stories. I guess we all feel pretty secretive when it's for real, but I'll share mine in hopes of reading more:

My son was under eighteen when I asked if I could have him for a week to go off on a ski trip. We were both so excited (I only get him one weekend a month and sometimes we miss that). I packed the car with everything I could think of for a deep winter trip; I put in a big down sleeping bag, sheepskins, and some of my leathers.

After we had stopped for supper on the way up to the mountains, I changed into my leathers and spread the sleeping bag out on the front seat. He took off his shoes and made himself comfortable with his head in my lap. By the time we got to the motel, he was sound asleep. I checked in, parked by our room in the back, then just carried him in, in the bag, and laid him on the bed while I carried in all our gear.

I locked the door and pulled the drapes shut. Then I decided I should undress Johnny before I unpacked. Without thinking, I removed all of his clothes and found myself looking at his small, naked bod and wondering if he would ever grow to my 6'1" size. I was amused to notice his dreaming cock standing at attention. Rather than put him in bed, I just closed him back up in my huge Arctic bag, fixed myself a drink, then went about the unpacking.

As I undressed for bed, I looked at my boy and thought how soon he'd be a man and be sharing a motel with someone else- perhaps another man? I

See Drummer Classifieds New York #673 didn't want to lose him- not just yet. I went to my bag and brought some of my equipment to the bed. Quietly and softly, I gathered the enormous down closer to his small body and secured it in place with black leather straps. I eased each belt under and around, then pulled it tight. At the mummy hood, I gently kissed him, then closed it around his face. Leaving only his mouth and nose exposed, I bound it in place with a soft cord of leather which crossed over his eyes, mouth and neck. Then I eased just the head of my aching meat into the sweet mouth and let him taste where he'd come from. I lay in the bed and held him 'til I dropped off to sleep, but before morning I loosened the bondage and slipped him out of the bag. I wondered what— if anything— he'd remember.

We had a terrific day on the slopes: a lesson, playing in the snow, lunch, ski

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(Continued from page 71) guys off of your duffs, but the clubs are starting to come through.

Starting with this column, I am no longer going to sign the piece Frank Hatfield because some of you guys figure that since I am the ad man for DRUMMER it looks like I am trying to hustle business, so I will use my pen name— Frank O'Rourke. This way there can be no question of my commitment to the clubs, to the leather scene, and to S / M. For the dudes who know me, there can be no doubt that I am committed. The job is one thing, and the leather lifestyle is a cat of another color. If you have any comments, let me know. It's your column. I just write it.

A good example of what I am talking about is a letter I got from some guy who calls himself Howard in Hartford, who is touting the opening of a bar in Hartford. He didn't say, but I wonder if this might not have been in his mind since he addressed his letter to the Leather Bul- letin Board.

BALTIC BATTLE 6- One of the great leather events in Europe will take place in Stockholm, Sweden, this year. The event is from May 20-23, 1983, and everyone interested should contact Baltic Battle 6, SLM-Stockholm, Box 9239, S-10273 Stockholm, Sweden. They try to provide accomodations for visitors, but it is not always possible… the application date is given preference. They can get you hotel space (prices from $20 single and $28 double, breakfast included). The US dollar has a far better exchange rate than in 1976 when it was $3.95 to the Kroner-today it is $7.50).

The organizer of the Baltic Battle particularly invites all Americans and Canadians for the big meet. This is one event you should seriously consider going to. If you can't make it this year, then next year's event is almost a must.

In the next issue, I will discuss a couple of publications that you should consider reading since it represents what I think is some of the better material in S / M.

LATE ENTRY: The Drum in Houston had its Prime Choice contest and one of the contestants, Rick Cline, is definitely prime choice in anybody's book (see photo). Thanks to Danny Villa, a prime piece himself. Why weren't you in the contest, Danny? You'd have won hands down.

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DEUTSCHSKIN

A German reader writes: "I have a good and long foreskin and besides playing with it myself, I like to have others chew, clamp, massage, stretch, suck and hang weights on it. I measured it at 2 cm when it was soft, past the head. On my last trip to the USA I met a man who could not get enough of it. He worked on my cock and foreskin until it was swollen. He stretched the skin, held it up and filled it with beer, then drank it out. He covered his nose with my foreskin so he could smell it while he licked my balls.'

TATTOED SKIN

A reader writes: "I have a tattoo on my foreskin that you might find interesting , but I don't have a photo of it to send you. Back when I was in the Navy, some buddies and I decided one drunken night to get tattooed. The other guys got simple shit like "Mom" or "Death Before Dishonor" on their arms, but I got something really different— and the tatooer, who must have been gay, really dug my creation— a black widow spider on my foreskin.

"When I told him what I wanted, he smiled— my buddies blanched— and said that it would take some doing, but it could be done. He pulled on my skin and got my dick half-hard, then he put a silver dollar under my foreskin over my cockhead. He said he would have to be real careful not to go through the skin. When he started working in the design, I got a steel-hard erection and thought I was going to cum before he was half-finished . My buddies just looked on in complete disbelief- but not one of them said anything or looked away.

'For the next couple weeks, I became the Army base scandal, and perfect strangers would try to get a look at my spider when I was in the shower or latrine.

Since then, a lot of tricks have freaked out when I dropped my pants, and one guy refused to suck it- but only one. I'd be interested in hearing from other Drummer readers who had tattoos on their foreskins or dicks."

So would we.

U.S.A.

A number of people have written asking the same question: is there an organization for uncut guys, and, although we have mentioned it in the past, it bears repeating. The Uncircumcised Society of America, known as the USA, founded by Bud Berkeley, who wrote the three-part "History of Circumcision " for Drummer, has been around a long time. You can write to The USA, Box 26011, San Francisco, CA 94126 for information on their organization, or with specific questions about foreskins or their lack.

FAMOUS FORESKINS

From the continuing files of The Uncircumcised Society of America (and other sources) come the following famous foreskins.

Musicians: John Lennon (Two Virgins album cover), John Davidson, Little Richard (who cares?), Mick Jagger, Mario Lanza, Johnny Cash, The Smothers Brothers, Robert Goulet, Elton John. Football players: Lance Rentzel, Roosevelt Greer, Frank Gifford.

Infamous others: Tom Snyder, Andy Warhol, Hugh Heffner, Jack Dempsey.

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PISSED-IN LEVIS

I had gone to Stingers, our one active bar here. It was about 11:30 pm and I had looked around for awhile with nothing positive happening. I had seen these three guys standing together ear-lier and assumed that they were together. The thing I noticed was that the shorter one had a wet spot on his crotch. At first I wasn't sure if it was a wet spot or just a faded spot, but as the time passed it dried up, so it was a wet spot. Probably just didn't shake it enough after he went. Of the three standing together, two really were hot hunky numbers. They both were in levis and had on black t-shirts. The one with the wet spot had a black bandana around his head as a sweat band. I walked over to a doorway where one of the guys was standing. He turned and said hi. We talked for a few minutes and I said "I believe in the direct approach, not playing games, and I would really like to make it with you. You are the hottest thing in this bar tonight."

He said, "I like that approach myself; we were just saying that you were a hot looking man."

I had on jeans, cowboy boots, a western shirt and, as usual, my yellow ban-dana in the left back pocket.

He introduced himself. His name was Ken and he said that his friend was Jeff. He said they were not lovers, just friends, but that they were a team that night.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, two of them! We talked for a time more and I said something about had they noticed my yellow hankie. Ken said that they had, but had to ask what it meant. As it turned out they liked water sports, or at least what they had tried. I asked if the black bandana meant that they were into S&M. Ken said no but that they liked things that were kinky.

Well, when he said kinky, that was my cue to try to get them into my scene. I said I really turned on to kinky things and that my biggest turn on was to find a guy who would piss in his levis.

Ken said, "No problem. When do you want it?"

I said, "Well, I don't suppose I could get you to do it right here and now, could 1?"

Ken said, "Let me have another beer and we'll see."

In a few minutes, Ken suggested that we walk over to a darker area of the bar and my heart began to beat faster with anticipation of a wet crotch.

We got Jeff and wandered back to a dark corner. I was so excited I didn't think I would be able to stand it, two hot guys in wet levis.

As we stood there, Ken began to drink his beer then took my hand and pressed it up against his crotch. Within seconds I began to feel the warm wetness as it spread over his balls and began to run down his leg. He must have gone for several minutes, because the floor under us was soaked also. I almost came in my levis right there. Jeff was getting off too, because when I groped him he was dry, but hard as a rock.

We decided to leave and go up to my house. Ken drove his car and Jeff rode with me.

As soon as we got in the car Jeff said that he had to pee real bad. I said that I wasn't stopping now and that he would have to hold it until we got home. He

said he didn't think he could. I told him if he didn't I would punish him when we got home for wetting his pants.

About halfway home he let go and wet his pants, saying he couldn't help it. I said, "OK, just wait until we get home and you'll be sorry.'

As I pulled into the garage, I still couldn't believe I had two hunky guys with me, both of whom had pissed in their levis.

I turned down the covers of the bed. As you might guess, I have a plastic mattress cover on my bed at all times. Thank god I did because we were hardly in bed when Jeff rolled over on top of me and began to piss in his levis again. It was too much and I came in an earth-shattering climax.

I rested for a minute or two with my cock still up Jeff's ass and cut loose with a bladder full of hot piss. I told him he better not lose a drop of it either. I pulled out and went and got a heavy night diaper and youth-sized plastic pants. I pinned on his diaper and pulled the plastic pants up over them, and told him he was on his own.

Ken was really getting off on it all and said that he wanted it too. We were lying there having a joint when Jeff said "I can't hold it" and Ken and I both put our hands on the seat of Jeff's plastic pants and felt him fill the seat of his diapers heaven, his warm piss soaking through his jeans onto and into mine. When he finished we were lyng in a pool of hot piss and were both soaked.

Ken had a problem at first pissing lying down, but Jeff had no problem at all.

We all were groping each other's wet levis and all getting hard. I wanted to fuck Jeff first, as he was so turned on and begging for it. I pulled his soaked levis down to his knees and put my rock hard cock up his ass. I had lowered my jeans just enough to make it comfortable and as I fucked his young ass I could feel the wet denim slapping his hot buns. As we fucked, Ken got over us and cut loose with a strong hot stream of piss. That was with the piss enema I had given him earlier. It turned Ken on so much that he climaxed.

He said that he had never climaxed without touching it before, but he shot a load over us both when Jeff let his enema go in his diapers.

We finished the joint and got back to messing around. This time Ken and I started getting it on. Ken said that he didn't think he could get hard again but had no trouble when I put my hard cock up his ass and began to pump him. He got hard instantly and said, "I've got to piss something fierce." I reached around under him and took hold of his cock and said, "Piss, baby."

In a few seconds and a few more strokes, he let go with a river of hot piss that brought me to another wild climax. As I pushed and strained, Ken climaxed into the wet sheets.

Ken wanted me to give him a piss enema too, but try as I might I just couldn't piss again right then. I told him that he could have diapers and plastic pants like Jeff if he wanted. He put his thumb in his mouth and nodded yes.

I got out another heavy night diaper and another pair of plastic pants and proceeded to put Ken into them just like Jeff. While I was diapering Ken, he reached over and felt Jeff's crotch and said, "You're wetter than you were a while ago; did you wet more in your diapers?

Jeff looked sheepish and said, "Yes, I guess so." I fucking loved it; he was wetting on his own.

We decided to take a break then and have another beer. I couldn't believe it; there sat two hunky guys on my bed both in diapers and plastic pants, one with his diapers full and three pair of wet levis in a pile on the floor.

As we sat there having a beer, Ken got this real contented look on his face. I reached over to feel his bottom and he had let go with a load in his diapers. Jeff knew what he had done and stood up on his knees, unpinned one side of his diaper, put his cock inside Ken's diapers , and let go with a stream of his piss, and said, "Now you are wet, too.

I asked them if they would like to shower and clean up; they did and I put all the wet things in the washer.

After showering, I said that I liked to sleep in diapers and plastic pants as it kept you from having to get up and piss during the night. They said that it sounded like a real turn on and wanted to also. Ken said that he would have a hard on all night, he liked it so much. Jeff just smiled.

After getting the entire bed changed and fresh sheets put on, I diapered them both, and myself, and we all fell asleep very quickly.

I woke up first the next morning and couldn't resist checking out my two babies and, much to my pleasure, they were both wet; Jeff was actually soaked to the point his diapers had leaked a little.

Jeff admitted that he was a bed wetter. When he had had a lot of beer to drink like last night, he always worried about spending the night with a trick because he usually wet the bed, and was very happy when I suggested that they sleep in diapers and plastic pants. Ken's comment was, "It sure is nice not to have to get up." He said it with a gleam in his eye. They both asked where to get them, and said that we would get together soon.

DRUMMER 83

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THE SCI-FI CLOSET

Robert Silverberg has written a wealth of science fiction and fantasy and stands among the most prolific writers in the genre. His latest excursion into the realm of magic is The Book of Skulls (Bantam Books, 1983, 208 pgs, 2.95), in which four college students travel to a remote western location to find a cult that possesses the secret of eternal life. From the beginning, one of the four college students is openly homosexual and the interaction of the four 'typical' young men is every bit as rewarding as Silverberg's dark mystery itself. Written in all four voices, we see how each of the men feels about himself, the quest, and his companions. Superimposed on this quartet of true confessions is the eerie and deadly search that the students already know will require one of them to give his life so that only two of them will live forever. Don't think for a minute that you can second guess this one. Silverberg has one surprise after another in store for his characters and the reader.

A science fiction novel from Australia shoud perk up the ears. A country that has produced two film directors with a flair for sci-fi (Nicholas Roeg and Peter Weir) could issue a novelist with an original approach. David Ireland's A Woman of the Future is a damn good beginning for a whole wave of new fiction . Centered around the life of Alethea Hunt, child of the privileged class in the Australia of the future, the book takes us through eighteen years, from the womb to an epic and exhilarating transformation from homo sapien to… ? Along the way, Ireland paints a future that, while sterile and uninviting, is nonetheless captivating and fresh.

Every once is a while it's good to pick up a non-fiction science book and get reintroduced to the real world. It also makes science fiction reading more pleaurable when you understand some of the theories novelists are using in their work, at least those based on contemporary scientific thought. Heinz R. Pagels' The Cosmic Code (Bantam Books, 1983, 352 pgs, 4.50) is a thoroughly readable guide to quantum physics. While Pagels traces the quantum theory from its humble, if auspicious , beginnings in ancient Greece, he does it in a lucid, swift, easily compre-DRUMMER 84 from scientific fact (circa Einstein) physics is the language of the universe, beginning… is right on target.

Another Matthew Swain sci-fi detec- THE VARIOUS PAST tive story has been published, The Odds Hammer genre and an easy read. the anticipated film project, Something start of what will be the reissue of nearly all of Bradbury's clasic sci-fi works. Start-collection of delightful machine-technology oriented short stories that years.

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Stanley Kubrick's film 2001: A Space Odyssey a couple of times, and perhaps even read Arthur C. Clarke's book, written while the film was being made. Well, for a whole generation of Halfans, good news. 2010: Odyssey Two (Del Rey / Bal- pened to Hal the computer.

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